5 posts tagged “friends”

Today has been a rather odd day, filled with lots of ups and downs. It started out in a less-than awesome mode, as I woke up a bit late and so was a bit rushed getting together, and forgot to take my eyePod from under my pillow. This meant that I (a) couldn't listen to music on the bus in the afternoon, and (b) had "Wo Sind Eure Hände" stuck in my head nearly all day. I love that song, but after a certain point...

CLS went pretty well...we mostly worked on our personal statements, but Yolanda hadn't read mine yet and so I didn't have to. I also went over the reading list for my Independent Study English class, but I can't recall the books, so I shan't share them with you, just yet!!

Much to my chagrin, I was a tad late to Civics, and count myself very lucky that there was no problem. It's pretty much because the teacher thinks I'm awesome. ((Not that I blame him!)) In class we pretty much just talked about the draft, and what that would mean for us kids. Also, we spoke about what we owe our country and what our country owes us. It was weird, some kids didn't seem to think that we owed our country anything. I don't know about you, but I reckon that the U.S. of A. does a heck of a lot for me, and if I don't give something back, then that's just lame. I may not like a lot of the policy or members of government, and I may adore living abroad ((ah, the sophistication that oozes from that word...)), but I do love my country and think that it's a two-way process.

Anyway, I finished my chapter notes in class, so I just had to do a worksheet bit for homework. Easy-peasy! Oh wait, I forgot. I didn't bring home a Civics book. Dammit.

After Civz was a gathering on the quad/flagpole area for a 9-11 memorial. I had to drop off my binder first, so I was a little late arriving, plus everyone was being loud (gj, peeps), so I missed the little speech the guy (um, some faculty member...so shoot me, I don't know wteff anyone is!) gave, but I'm sure it was very heartfelt and touching. Then there was, apparently, five minutes of silence, but I missed it because everyone was talking. After that a girl sang the national anthem and they lowered the flag, raised the flag, lowered the flag, and ended up at half mast. It was...kind of half-arsed. I felt bad about it...I'm sorry, ether.

I walked back to school and made my Pop Tarts (still Strawberry...I have one more)), then ate them on my way to Spanish, and whilst studying the preterit tense for the test. Und then...the test. Lord Allmighty. I don't think that I have ever been that baffled on a Spanish test. And when I say "ever," I'm including not only Freshman and Sophomore years, but also 5-8th grade as well. For some reason I could not for the life of me remember any of the conjugations, nor the vocabulary (which I hadn't actually studied, because I didn't know it was going to be on the bloody test). Luckily enough, I was not the only person to completely bomb (Hanna, as well as many other kids, could not make heads or tails of it either), and we are going to be able to fix it on Thursday for an average of the scores. So I'll get 50%, at least.

Moving along we encounter AP English, where Juliet gets called a "strumpet" by her father ((although he uses the more archaic "baggage," giving new meaning to the phrase "lost baggage" and "baggage claim."..hereafter I shan't walk through an airport without giggling)) and where Yolanda confused the hey out of us with her definition of dramatic irony. "We know stuff and they don't! Isn't it ironic???" "Um...not so much. But we'll pretend it is." Much to my distress, after much research, I have discovered that she was correct. Dangit.

I had a much better time at my favourite class, Trigonometry! Though it continues to not be cookie day (that's Thursday), Trig is still amazingly awesome, and I still understand it. And, guess what? I have an A in the class. That's right, an A. Of course, we haven't had a test yet (Friday!), but still... I have not properly earned an A in a math class in long enough to make this feel really neat.

I had Pork flavoured Ramen for lunch! It was tasty goodness, and a microwave was not needed, which is always a good thing because the line for that thing is about 87 people long. Danielle, Julia and I went out to this craze stump to eat...it is seriously over 10 foot tall, and from up top you have a really good view of...the back of the school, the football field, and the baseball diamond. Woohoo! It's sehr interesting, and I'll be sure to put up pictures later.

In Physics Roger looked up the ingredients of my hair dye (and then passed the bottle around for everyone to examine; it was odd) in this crazy huge book of chemicals he has, and one of them wasn't even in it! The book is the 1996 edition, so that means that the chemical was invented/discovered only in the last 11 years! Zounds. After that caboose we divided into lab teams (I am in a team with some pretty smart, cool peeps), and had to do this worksheet about acceleration and speed and fun stuff like that, because pretty soon we are going to be having to predict the landing spot of balls of different masses as they exit a sluice. Ja. It's going to be insane.

My next class, my favourite class that makes me want to jump out a window into a vat of scalding mongoose innards, was PE, but I had to stop off at school first to drop off my stuff/take out my doorknockers etc. It was there that I found out that one of my best friends thinks that I can be a real b-word, and didn't exactly tell me until now, when she didn't really elabourate more than that. Dangit! I don't want to be a b-word...I don't want to be mean!! I wish she could tell me what I was doing so that I can stop, because I can't stop if I don't know what the eff I'm doing. It's obviously not something that I think is mean, which makes me feel even more like a b-word 'cause apparently then I'm all heart-less and shizZz.

Having to go from that to volleyball drills just sucked. In a big way. I hate volleyball (like I hate almost all sports) because I'm awful at it, I always hit the ball in the wrong fashion and end up hurting myself, it isn't the least bit fun, is just depressing (like jeans shopping), and not even really exercise. I really wish that I could just drop that class and go to the gym instead. ::sigh::

The bus ride home was uneventful...quiet (sans Ronnica). When I got home I was pleased to discover that my October Teen Vogue was in! Fred Flare's Andy Warhol watches got a nice feature. ((Anyone who checks them out will get a lovely surprise, as they are on sale for $49.99 as opposed to the original $75!))

I think that pretty much covers today! My nose has been running like a spigot so it's all painful and raw from blowing, and the Swedish Meatballs Lean Cuisine I had for dinner is giving me a major stomach ache. Yuck. It wasn't even that tasty, either!

Tomorrow is Picture Day...my last chance to look completely bloody awful for a school picture! And I should look pretty horrid, as my neck glands are still a bit swollen from the cold, my nose and lips are chapped, and my eyeliner will probably be all underneath my eyes by the time they get around to taking them. And we're not even going to talk about my hair. It's going to be amaze.

Wow, that was a long post for a lame day!!

Hoping tomorrow will be better,
Charlotte

P.S. Don't forget!

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What small act of kindness have you done in the last thirty days? 
Submitted by One Kind Act.  

The other day at school, my dear friend asked me if I had a hair tie that she could borrow for PE. Not having an extra in my bag (I usually do), I pulled out one of my pigtails and handed it to her, then put all my hair up in one. I was somewhat worried that she wouldn't take it, because, although we have a pretty low ick factor (and what's really the diff. between a hair tie from a wrist or a pony tail?), it's kind of weird to hand someone a rubber band straight off your head. She did take it, though, and, much to my surprise, kept talking about how I took out my hair tie and gave it to her, like it was something amazing and out of the ordinary. Have we really come to the point in civilization when simply sacrificing a simple hair-do for a friend is heralded as a crazy-selfless act? Day-um. I had more faith in the world than that.

Thinking her hair doesn't ever look that great so it's not really a big deal,
Charlotte

On Friday, after my harrowing bus experience, I had company! As in, people over to my house! It was beyond exciting. We were going to be hanging out downtown, which I was really not looking forward to, as that meant a mile-and-a-half walk, in the fog. Luckily my mum offered me a ride, but I didn't even actually end up taking her up on it, because my friend called and they ended up coming over to my house!

It was pretty awesome; they are friends from up north, and they actually don't go to school here. One goes to boarding in Connecticut and one lives with her dad in Davis during the school year. We had a really fun time (Natalie came over as well) just chillaxin' and talking about life, the universe, and everything. And boys. Boys are hoooooooooot.

After they vamoosed I ate two bowls of Wheaties (my new fave cereal), did my homework (oh, the miracle!), ate three servings of fried rice (mmmmm, de-lish), bedded down on the couch and fell asleep to the comforting sound of American Beauty. It was amazing. That's why I didn't blog-i-fy about Friday on, you know, Friday. I was sleeping.

Wishing she was sleeping right now,
Charlotte