Hope your in for a long read...
I was very bored in Chemistry today. So bored that even doodling didn't make it go away. I couldn't even put my head down and take a nap because I wasn't tired enough. I decided that I wanted to write on my LJ. But, seeing as I was in class, I couldn't. So now that I have the ability to update this thing, I am. The only problem is I have no clue what to write...go figure.
I guess I could write about chemistry and why I don't like it...oh wait, I've done that before. I was going through my mental list of why I can't concentrate in that class:
1. Mrs. Z's voice...nothing against her or anything, it's just one of those voices that's really hard to pay attention to. And when I was taking my notes, she kept talking. I tried to tune her out, but it was like someone had the TV on in the other room and had the volume too loud. As a result, it took forever for me to copy my notes from the overhead.
2. The air conditioner in that room is really loud. When Mrs. Z's not talking, all you can hear is it buzzing...and buzzing...and buzzing....
3. Mrs. Z didn't pull down the Periodic Table today, but the thought of it still brought Nirvana songs into my head. "I'm so happy, cause today I found my friends...they're in my head..."
4. She hasn't changed the seating chart all year, which means that Lauren still sits in front of me. Enough said.
5. She hasn't changed the seating chart all year, which means that Russel, Ben, Tim, and Andy are still sitting all around Lauren and I, making it impossible to block out their conversations about Jell-0.
6. She hasn't changed the seating chart all year, which means that the girl-who-wears-thongs-that-shouldn't-wear-thongs-because-when-she-bends-over-everyone-can-see-her-thong still sits next to me.
Today I broke one of the faucets to the lab tables. I unscrewed the filter and it wouldn't screw back in. You'd think that a plumber's daughter would at least be able to do that, but no...
And that's about how Chem went today.... At least we didn't get a homework assignment (not like I'd do it anyway). Oh well.
Hmmm...
I still feel like writing...
I'm gonna go over to my Xanga and update that. I'll write about something else, in case anyone reading this is so bored out of his or her mind that she feels like reading more about the not-so-exciting occurances in my lame life...
I guess I could write about chemistry and why I don't like it...oh wait, I've done that before. I was going through my mental list of why I can't concentrate in that class:
1. Mrs. Z's voice...nothing against her or anything, it's just one of those voices that's really hard to pay attention to. And when I was taking my notes, she kept talking. I tried to tune her out, but it was like someone had the TV on in the other room and had the volume too loud. As a result, it took forever for me to copy my notes from the overhead.
2. The air conditioner in that room is really loud. When Mrs. Z's not talking, all you can hear is it buzzing...and buzzing...and buzzing....
3. Mrs. Z didn't pull down the Periodic Table today, but the thought of it still brought Nirvana songs into my head. "I'm so happy, cause today I found my friends...they're in my head..."
4. She hasn't changed the seating chart all year, which means that Lauren still sits in front of me. Enough said.
5. She hasn't changed the seating chart all year, which means that Russel, Ben, Tim, and Andy are still sitting all around Lauren and I, making it impossible to block out their conversations about Jell-0.
6. She hasn't changed the seating chart all year, which means that the girl-who-wears-thongs-that-shouldn't-wear-thongs-because-when-she-bends-over-everyone-can-see-her-thong still sits next to me.
Today I broke one of the faucets to the lab tables. I unscrewed the filter and it wouldn't screw back in. You'd think that a plumber's daughter would at least be able to do that, but no...
And that's about how Chem went today.... At least we didn't get a homework assignment (not like I'd do it anyway). Oh well.
Hmmm...
I still feel like writing...
I'm gonna go over to my Xanga and update that. I'll write about something else, in case anyone reading this is so bored out of his or her mind that she feels like reading more about the not-so-exciting occurances in my lame life...