with an f and an r and an e and a d
random real life update cause i'm bored? suuuure why not? 8Dv
first of all, i have to talk about hilarious college comp was today. so, we were supposed to get into groups and make cliches out of these little magnet word things. and my friend noah makes "in the the marbles saved in one basket" which, for SOME reason, got funnier and funnier as class progressed. and then tanner made "it's not up, but yes." and noah was like "no, this is lame. let me change it." so he changes it and puts it on the board, where my teacher proceeds to read it aloud. this is what happened.
ms. tislow: it's not up, but we're going in.
noah: THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.
class: -DIES-
it was just the best thing ever.
also my creative writing class is very :\\ lately. the people in there don't have much imagination when it comes to their stories, and everyone in there has gotten used to the fact that i write male/male pretty much all the time (cause we have to read our stuff out loud). my teacher, though. on my last piece, after i got done reading it, she said "well, couldn't it have been a GIRL?" well, excuse me for thinking outside the box. :|
ummm. i really love sori still. i'm worrying about myself a little because i-i don't like girls but i see sori and i'm like LSKJLKGLDJGLJGD. what does this mean, flist. halp. D:
survivor is the weirdest thing i've ever seen. moving on.
my psych teacher kept me after class cause he was worried about me. :\ apparently he's worried that i'll get addicted to losing weight and also he's freaking out at me about my sleep schedule. apparently i'm screwing myself over constantly without even realizing it, so from now on i'm gonna try for 7-8 hours a night and see how that goes.
pit rehearsal is killing me. my back/arms/jaw ache from practice. i'm also setting a goal to practice my flute EVERY DAY and become like, the best ever at it. i need to like ... do more things. and pull my grades up for sure.
this entry is a lot longer than i wanted it to be. :\ i should run off now to continue writing akuroku and such.
/randomosity :D
first of all, i have to talk about hilarious college comp was today. so, we were supposed to get into groups and make cliches out of these little magnet word things. and my friend noah makes "in the the marbles saved in one basket" which, for SOME reason, got funnier and funnier as class progressed. and then tanner made "it's not up, but yes." and noah was like "no, this is lame. let me change it." so he changes it and puts it on the board, where my teacher proceeds to read it aloud. this is what happened.
ms. tislow: it's not up, but we're going in.
noah: THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.
class: -DIES-
it was just the best thing ever.
also my creative writing class is very :\\ lately. the people in there don't have much imagination when it comes to their stories, and everyone in there has gotten used to the fact that i write male/male pretty much all the time (cause we have to read our stuff out loud). my teacher, though. on my last piece, after i got done reading it, she said "well, couldn't it have been a GIRL?" well, excuse me for thinking outside the box. :|
ummm. i really love sori still. i'm worrying about myself a little because i-i don't like girls but i see sori and i'm like LSKJLKGLDJGLJGD. what does this mean, flist. halp. D:
survivor is the weirdest thing i've ever seen. moving on.
my psych teacher kept me after class cause he was worried about me. :\ apparently he's worried that i'll get addicted to losing weight and also he's freaking out at me about my sleep schedule. apparently i'm screwing myself over constantly without even realizing it, so from now on i'm gonna try for 7-8 hours a night and see how that goes.
pit rehearsal is killing me. my back/arms/jaw ache from practice. i'm also setting a goal to practice my flute EVERY DAY and become like, the best ever at it. i need to like ... do more things. and pull my grades up for sure.
this entry is a lot longer than i wanted it to be. :\ i should run off now to continue writing akuroku and such.
/randomosity :D