"Honey, won't you hold me tight? / Get me through Grey Gardens tonight"

Dec 18, 2008 15:13

Last night I sliced the side of my thumb trying to open an almond, with the almond, and just now I spilled milk on my pants. I think I'm going to stop eating because I obviously can't handle the responsibility.

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I'm not about to go into it, but this is me right now:


There's a good chance that we might have a snow day tomorrow but I don't want one. Someone tell me I'm an idiot for wanting another day of school because I'll miss my teachers over break.

Modern Film & Lit- Watched Edward Scissorhands. I never really have anything to say about that movie. Actually, I don't know if I've ever even made a post about it. I'm extremely neutral about that movie.

I used to think I might give blood in the future, but now I'm officially too scared to. This guy in my class tried to give blood last Thursday, a week ago, but the nurse hit his artery so he started bleeding like crazy, etc. Today he wore a short-sleeve t-shirt and everyone could see the yellow-green bruise covering much of his inner right arm. He still can't straighten that arm, he says. I--don't know.

Krystal told me today that she might quit newspaper for the second semester because she wants to take sociology. The way she made it sound, though, I don't think she'd be totally removed. Still, that would be a horrible and wonderful opportunity for me. Mostly horrible, though. I would basically be alone in that class.

Newspaper- I'd woken up this morning in anticipation of Mr. N ripping the staff writers a new one, but the only reference to the conversation Krystal and I had with him was that we'd definitely need to sell a ton of ads next semester because we're nearly broke right now. Um! Um, hey! What about the whole "lack of initiative" spiel? Not meeting deadlines? Not taking pictures? If this was last year we'd have heard about this a month ago, at least.

If, if, if. I miss so many things about last year.

We played Apples to Apples for more than an hour. Of all the vocabulary we passed through, the only word I had never heard of was "woebegone." It sounds like some over-the-counter anti-depression medication on The Sims or Neopets or something. WOE-BE-GONE!

Lunch- Got a couple more X-mas presents from people. An angel figurine from Kristy, which is pretty, but, you know, and then the book Fiend from Abby.

"'Fiend'?" you ask? Perhaps the sub-title will clear things up: The Shocking True Story of America's Youngest Serial Killer. Apparently if you mention The Silence of the Lambs and Dexter once at the lunch table and you're suddenly a sociopath. Wonderful. Actually, at first I was a little paranoid that my friends were so convinced I was crazy, but then Kasey opened her book, a scientific and "humorous" look at cadavers, and I relaxed.

Then again, Abby admitted to having read Kasey's book, but being too scared to read mine. No, no, no, I am not crazier than Abby. xD She said she bought Fiend at some library thing, and to some degree I had known that immediately: it was bound with packing tape and labels and it had that distinct beaten look. That's the thing about books; when they're dog-eared, you can never really tell if they've been loved or abused.

To admit, I am a little curious now. It's certainly not I book I would have picked out on my own, but, since it's a gift and all, why not? I have a long list of things I want to read, but I'll make sure I get to it some day. I do love my psychologically disturbed characters, but I'm not sure how I feel about this being a true story. Ok, fine, I love true stories. I'm just trying to talk myself out of liking this gift as much as I do. xD

Pre-Calc- Courtney had gotten this "Bunny Suicide" comic calendar, and looking at it during Pre-Calc I came this close to giggling audibly. I love it when things are so wrong they're hilarious. xD




















Courtney got a full ride to her college. Part of me was really happy for her, but I couldn't get over how insanely jealous I am. I hate money.

Spanish- Some kid brought in Transformers so we ended up watching that instead. Oh good! I thought. I've been wanting to see that movie. It took me an hour to realize I'd been thinking about Iron Man, and that it was Transformers that I couldn't give a rat's ass about. Taub was in it, though! That made me happy.

Shia LaBeouf babying a sick chihuahua just made me angrier at Dino for... everything, really. I know she'd probably love that part.

Oh, so, ok. I was reading When You Are Engulfed in Flames the other day (I'm so slow), and I came across the part where he's discussing the various Japanese language teachers he's had:

At one point, she asked me how to say the number six. I hesitated a little too long, and out of the corner of her mouth, she whispered, "Roku."

"Come again?"

She whispered it a second time, and when I successfully repeated after her, she applauded with what looked like genuine sincerity and told me I had done really, really well.

Immediately I was reminded of Mr. E. :) There's certainly an art to false flattery, isn't there?

I was listening to Eddie Izzard's interview on Conan from earlier this week, and he mentioned that French people find British and American accents sexy. I was wondering about that! Not with French people, specifically, but if there were other countries that found their language sexy with a foreign accent. That's so cool! lol, I know this is kind of off-topic, but I'd already had two Eddie Izzard posts that day so I decided to put it off for a language rant.

Seminar- Just thinking stream-of-conscious the other day, I likened Mr. G to a benign tumor of a teacher. I thought about this some more and decided it was a fairly accurate label.

I'd signed out to go to the first Green Club meeting (Kasey and a couple other girls had organized a sort of environmentalist club, and although I didn't want to join anything else, I attended so I could skip SADD), but ran an errand for newspaper first. I'd stopped by Mr. N's room to ask if the papers were in and he had me check the main office--nothing--so after that I went to Green Club as planned. About halfway through, there was a phone call for me from Mr. N saying the newspapers were in and we were distributing. Ugh, no! I thought. I'd wanted to be there! After quickly filling out my contact info, I rushed downstairs and was immediately met with two younger boys carrying stacks of our newspapers. No, no, no, no, no.

Stepping in his room, Mr. N explained to me that he'd already covered the English and social studies wing (no!), the science wing, art, math, and foreign language. Oh, but then why call me down?! Handing me my own stack, I was sent to Mr. G's room and the few stray computer classes on the middle school side. While I was upstairs I walked past Mr. E's room to see if those kids had covered all the rooms they were supposed to. Mr. E said that his seminar was good with newspaper, and I thanked him for some reason, but I wasn't so convinced. Reporting back to Mr. N's room, we still had a ton of extra papers--more than usual, anyway. Wanting to help somehow, I offered to do something else, something more, but Mr. N dismissed me.

On my trip back to Mr. G's room I passed him in the hallway and he asked if Mr. N had ever found me since his room had originally gotten the call. I said yes, I had, and he said, "Good, because [Mr. N] had been looking frantically all over for you."

He had, had he? I liked hearing that. I felt important. Feeling needed took my mind off being needy for a while.

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