At this very moment, we're all waiting for the break.

ALL of us.

Seriously. No one wants to do anything-- except for a certain English teacher, who doesn't seem to have a soul --anymore. Even Erin's got 'It's-almost-time-to-get-out' apathy at this point. It's like mono, only more contagious.

We're not joking.

Josh seems to be the only happy-perky one ( Read more... )

Julie beta'd my Petlar fic this weekend, by the way.

It was rather awkward for both of us.

Not the story itself, more so the thought that 'Dear god, Heather wrote this'.

Poor Julie.

Though, honestly, that was my own reaction to seeing it when I finished.

Anywho, I'm going to have Erin read it-- I'll send it to you when you call --before I post it up ( Read more... )

Quote post!

As promised.

Though really, these are mostly for the benefit of Miranda and myself. But whatever.

Our teacher is now chemically blonde: "How do you define family? What about the word 'clan'? What do you connect it to?"
Miranda shall be henceforth known as Yamicus the Great: "...I'm thinking Mel Gibson."

Random kid whose name I never ( Read more... )

Well, today was...

Not much of anything, really.

Spent first period writing up a lab and answering some English questions. Then got all nervous and whatnot because I was finally going to do my speech, and finally managed to calm myself down, and the bell rang.

Karma.

Skipped off to second, in which Miranda and I made our usual comments about Storey' ( Read more... )

So, today was fairly productive. Ish. Not as much as I would have liked. English was.. odd. I may be slightly psychic, or something.

It would not surprise me at this point.

In related news, karma knocked at my head a bit. I think. Ramble under the cut.

Oh, Storey. I don't know what we would do without you, honestly.

I might cry less at night. Just ( Read more... )

...I seriously need a life.

Rather, I needed one when I was a kid, so I'd have some sort of talent to use now. Like, say, playing an instrument. Or being super good at languages. Or... fixing watches?

XD Gabriel ftw.

No, but seriously.

I'm not really good at any one thing, I've noticed. I do a mildly decent job at a lot of things, but I don't have a ( Read more... )

Two hour late arrival due to snow.

Not quite as shiny as having the day off completely, but it'll do.

Spent my first hour sleeping, as I really didn't feel like moving. Then spent by next hour getting ready for school like any other day. Then spent all of first period rushing around, doing all of my homework. As always.

Of course, I seriously lucked ( Read more... )

LJ just ate my post. The post I just spent the past fourty minutes or so on.

FUCKER.

I'd re-write it, but no. No fucking way. I'm going to buy this computer from the school, take it outside, and beat it with a sledgehammer. A sledgehammer with spikes. And then I'll probably set the damn thing on fire.

GOD.

GAAAAAAH.

Internet locked out. Using vtunnel to proxy through. Posting page is screwy. Have headache. Want to go home.

Sleeeeeepy.

Will have to manually code text so journal looks sexy pretty.

Very lazy.

Decided not to care. Will post on Friday, as tomorrow is a shiny WHAP field-trip day, and we get to go to five random religious sites.

Heroes last night? Gasp.

And by that, I mean I'm very disappointed in Peter. He has gone to the darkside. And not even the good darkside, but the Adam-Monroe-darkside-knockoff darkside.

And, as always, Sylar ftw.