current song: tell me why - the beatles

Well, I've been trying to get some of my long-neglected homework done. My parents are being really mellow about it. My mom wishes to stab my math teacher to death for all the homework she gives us. My dad just says, "Do whatever you want, it's your decision." Probably not going to last very long, but for now, it's kind of nice. I don't feel so much pressure.

I talked to Megann while I did my science lab, which made it much more entertaining. Hallelujah.

Hmmm... If you think it might be someone's birthday, but you don't know for sure, what should you do? Say happy birthday anyways, ask, say nothing? I opted for the say nothing. Probably a good choice. Perhaps I'll know for sure next year.

Gah, what's with all the illness? Baylee is dying of coughing, Megann just got over a fever or something, Nikki had stomach disobedience, I had a nasty cold, Mom thinks she's coming down with something, Allie stayed home sick today, Kym's been getting fever blisters. There ought to be less disease in the world. I think it would make it a happier place.

Ah, well, tis late, more or less, so I think I shall go to bed. Hooray for sleep.

Oh, an interesting thing... Meghan, in spanish, asked me if I went to Sagebrush Elementary. So, I say, yeah, for two years. But, apparently, she was going through some pictures of her girl scout troop (back then they called it brownies) from first and second grade, I guess. And she has a photograph of me in there, and she made the connection. Alas, I can't remember her. I remember Nicole (S., who attends Smoky, I think) and Nikki (my first best friend, who moved away) and, to a lesser degree, Hannah (the quiet one) and Kimberlee (the bossy one) and Carrie (the hyper one). But I don't remember anyone else. Oh, well. It's odd that, halfway into my junior year, I'm still finding people I knew when I was really little. I remember when I first came to Smoky it was really odd because all of a sudden I had a strange nostalgia about 5 or 10 people, and I had no idea why. Turns out I remembered them from Sagebrush. I never really placed all of them. Nicole, I remembered right away. Christine and I remembered each other but we couldn't quite place it. I have this odd feeling she might have been the girl who called me "Rothenbird". Joel seemed oddly familiar, and my mom says she remembers him because his mom, at the PTCO meetings, was abnormally pale. Shivani, although I didn't really remember, has always reminded me of an Indian girl who once came to school with a bindi and traditional dress for show and tell, and who was a level above me in spelling.

It bugs me that I can't talk to the guy I like. It's great to talk to him when there are people around, and he's incredibly entertaining, but when the other people leave, the conversation dies. I guess I'm just kind of boring. I can never seem to hold people's interest. There are some people who I click with, and can talk to for hours effortlessly, like Nikki or Nathan, or Devin, back when we were still friends. However, there are some people I can't keep a conversation going for. I don't think it's a permanent condition, though. I used to have a really hard time talking to Alex in middle school, but now I can just talk to her. The conversation may still die sometimes, but it's a little more of a graceful death. Rather than an awkward, lingering, pathetic death. Maybe all it is, is that I don't ever expect the conversation to last, or try really hard. Lowered expectations, that's what I need.

I'm trying to stop being such a slacker. I didn't get near as much done this weekend as I should have, but at least I did something. Now all I have to do is the science stuff for tomorrow and the math for friday. And I'll attempt the spanish and computer science. Actually, I should do the computer science first since it's only two problems, and it's usually really easy. But, I need to make sure all these looming long-term projects don't bite me in the butt. The deadlines for the world lit paper and the world war one paper are coming up. And I need to keep working on my comp sci i.a. The good news: my spanish oral is officially OVER, so now I can stop thinking about suicide (no, I don't want to kill myself, that was my topic), and there aren't any math i.a.s this year. Hooray! Kind of.

Hmph. I bought a bottle of cherry coke and, feeling nice, I was looking around for a recycling bin to throw it into. But, apparently they've gotten rid of all the recycling bins in the cafeteria... I know they had some at one point, because Eric always insisted on recycling the aluminum cans of pop in ninth grade. I can't believe I remember that. Jeez.

I still have that cough, and it's bugging the heck out of me.

God, I hate homework. Although, it's my fault that I have so much to do. If I just did my homework when I was supposed to, I wouldn't have to do all my regular homework plus all the crud I've been too irresponsible to do. It's bad enough as it is just with the regular homework. My regular homework was: read in ASND and AFTA, do science problems and finish writing up a lab from last week, outline sections 89 and 90 from palmer & colton, do the math practice test, finish up section B for the computer science i.a., and research and practice for my spanish oral. Yeesh. On top of that, I'd hoped to do another lab, 9 or so math homework assignments, a computer science assignment, and 4 spanish assignments. Definitely in over my head. It's not happening any time soon. Ah, well, it's only eleven. And I don't have to go to school until 6:45 or so. Gee!

I'm such a slacker... Somebody snap me out of it.

Life is uneventful.