Friday, November 15, 2002

current mp3: clint eastwood - gorillaz

i think nikki may have broken her ankle. ick. she slipped on the ice. i was wandering the halls before school started, as is my wont. so i wander by the nurse's office, and see the back of ryan's jacket. and think - was that ryan? so i wander back and look again. it's ryan. and is that nikki? so i wander around in circles outside the door and peer in as i walk past. sure enough it's nikki and ryan. so after ryan leaves i go in. poor nikki. i was late to class, but that's ok. i hope she's not hurt too bad. i ended up spending my lunch period with her, too. so did ryan.

well, other than that today was a good day, i think. in lit we worked in our groups. so that would be baylee, shaina, and i. (ooh, goody, proper grammar.) mostly we just goofed off. i think baylee was the only one working. oh well. we also took a vocab test, and i didn't study, so i got a C. i already know because there were 16 words and i missed 4 of them, which is 25%, meaning i got a C. science we talked about driving on snow and ice, and driving up hills, and the difference between 4 and 2 wheel drive. history we finished talking in our groups then started goofing off, and studying for tests. lunch i spent with nikki in the nurse's office. math we took a test, how fascinating. finished our programs in comp sci. spanish we retook our horrible, horrible tests. the whole bloody class screwed up (5th period too i think) so she let us retake it. then we looked at our horoscopes, how lovely. i was in a group with sven. who according to baylee's friends is a woman. i wasn't too clear on that, something in first period. it's ok though. baylee may hate steven tremendously, but i'll always feel a semi-affection for the boy. oh, and now i know his birthday. oh wait, no i don't, i've already forgotten it. it's in march, maybe? oh, well. but i do know hugh's: it's the same as nathan's. wow. but, ok, get this, the horoscope was from this spanish magazine, eres, that i bought a copy of once. it had an interview of damon albarn in it. *gets all starry-eyed* ah, damon, my love. oh, that's right. i'm supposed to share with nikki. lol. but anyway, i told the teacher about it and she says she can't use it in class - seeing as how it talks so much about sex, lol - but she DOES have a subscription, and i can browse through them. sweet! sheesh, she can be a pretty weird teacher sometimes. i feel a strange bond to her sometimes. i mean, our mutual annoyance has to mean something. ok, so in eighth, eve said hi to me. which made me feel happy. yay. then srav arrived, and i bugged her and "helped" her with her math. that is, i annoyed her by giving away the answers before she had figured them out for herself. then i corrected a memo she had written. but i kept getting nervous because she kept staring at me. so i'd giggle nervously, which would break her concentration, and she got mad at me. eeesh. it's ok. i also kept finding these paltry mistakes (ooh, look, i used a vocab word) and feeling like i was being too picky. i'm turning into my mom. whenever i have an essay or something for lit, she proof-reads and finds about 5 billion errors, with things i thought were fine. aaargh. and weight lifting was fascinating as always. but i found my yo-yo and was having fun yo-yoing before my mum came to pick me up.

yeesh, anyways. back to big paragraphs, i guess. too many little paragraphs, apparently, makes my brain hurt more. than big ones, that is. um, i mean... oh, jeez, you figure it out yourselves.

hmm, i hope i get to play some ac tonight. mum said that would be good. and yay! mum has a new monitor for her second computer! (that's right, my mum has 2 computers. plus a laptop.) the old one was really big, and quite nice, but it just... died. so we replaced it with a small, really crappy monitor. it has all these lines and it's so bloody strange. very very icky. but now the monitor will be nice again! yay!

how many times do i say yay? and aaargh? and hmm? and um? and uh? jeez, maybe i need to come up with some new expressions. oh, and jeez? and oh? and...