I am bored beyond compare, so I deciided to describe to you a regular joe schmoe day, as in today, of my life.
I wake up to my alarm clock playing the radio (Which always seems to be playing that song "Sexual Feelings" or whatever...) at 6:20 am, and fall asleep until 7am when I jerk awake and curse, and then rush to get ready. But of course I always have 10 minutes afterwards...
And then I waited for my brother to get out of his room so we could leave, while getting my dad to write me a sick day excuse note (apparently he didn't have to go to work early, so it wasn't him I was waiting for this time. He always makes us late). Then we left, and I was late for first period again (Global History with the infamously loud Mr. Davis). We were talking about the effect of religion on post-classical civilizations, and somewho got into how Disney movies are racist. Which is true. Just think about it.
Anyway, off to my ceramics class, which I just started as its a new semester. All we are doing is talking about clay, and forms of clay, and where its from yadda yadda blah blah blah. The only fun part was that I almost started a clay soup fight. Haha.
After that was a double block period of Biology, where my teacher made us watch these interesting videos on disease and body invaders and all those little shits that get into our body and try to kill us. She was laughing the whole time, and it made me think a little harder about her...
Since of our wierd school cycle, I didn't have french today, which was a relief. I can only stand our nonfun loving french teacher for so long.
So I went to maths.
I would've really prefered french, by a long run, but I get to do that tomorrow.
We began learning about Mathematical Two Column proofs. And will be for 3 weeks.
All I can say, is that they can kiss my arse, and blow up. And that I'll be sleeping more often. >=]
Lunch was fun. My friends and I all planned this perfect evil plan to dunk this arsehole Jeremy into the garbage can. First, we threw a load of crap into it. Yogurt, chocolate milk, unfinished lunches...and then while we're doing so, he comes along and spits soda into it. Parfait. So then he goes and sits down, and we plan some more. My friend and I were on the legs, and other two people were on his arms. After some long attempts, we got him to stand up out of his circle, and we grabbed his arms and legs and began to carry his heavy arse to the garbage can, but our other two girls who were the defenders, were passed, and were attacked by a whole bunch of guys.
And so it ended. We were THIS close. And the bugger tried to just grab me over his shoulder and throw me in again, but it was to no avail. >;D
Then off to study hall, where I attempted to fall asleep, which didn't work, so I read and listened to music, and nearly fell asleep, when that damn bell rang. Its a shitty bell, like little music tones going on 7 or 8 times.
Then to English, where we discussed something about Mark Twain, and the US banning the word "******" and then we had this huge discussion about using the word, and somehow got off track to something totally stupid. Oh and we read that cliche poem by Countee Cullen. Ah s**t I have homework in English I just remembered. Damn it.
I am an orchdork! Proudly (haha. whatever) I made my way to orchestra to play ze violin pour le prof M. Eckfeld. You know. The creepy ***** like old guy who never stops smiling, even when he's mad....actually he has stopped smiling in our class, as I noticed today. Hmm. That may have to do with that we never listen to him...
Then the bus ride home. Incredibly uneventful.
So I go home and do stuff...like chores, and prayers, and homework, and playing on the computer when I should be doing the above three...
I hate thursdays. They are the shittiest day of the week. The day when you feel like screaming "IS IT OVER YET?????!!!!!"
Thank god its almost over.
I wake up to my alarm clock playing the radio (Which always seems to be playing that song "Sexual Feelings" or whatever...) at 6:20 am, and fall asleep until 7am when I jerk awake and curse, and then rush to get ready. But of course I always have 10 minutes afterwards...
And then I waited for my brother to get out of his room so we could leave, while getting my dad to write me a sick day excuse note (apparently he didn't have to go to work early, so it wasn't him I was waiting for this time. He always makes us late). Then we left, and I was late for first period again (Global History with the infamously loud Mr. Davis). We were talking about the effect of religion on post-classical civilizations, and somewho got into how Disney movies are racist. Which is true. Just think about it.
Anyway, off to my ceramics class, which I just started as its a new semester. All we are doing is talking about clay, and forms of clay, and where its from yadda yadda blah blah blah. The only fun part was that I almost started a clay soup fight. Haha.
After that was a double block period of Biology, where my teacher made us watch these interesting videos on disease and body invaders and all those little shits that get into our body and try to kill us. She was laughing the whole time, and it made me think a little harder about her...
Since of our wierd school cycle, I didn't have french today, which was a relief. I can only stand our nonfun loving french teacher for so long.
So I went to maths.
I would've really prefered french, by a long run, but I get to do that tomorrow.
We began learning about Mathematical Two Column proofs. And will be for 3 weeks.
All I can say, is that they can kiss my arse, and blow up. And that I'll be sleeping more often. >=]
Lunch was fun. My friends and I all planned this perfect evil plan to dunk this arsehole Jeremy into the garbage can. First, we threw a load of crap into it. Yogurt, chocolate milk, unfinished lunches...and then while we're doing so, he comes along and spits soda into it. Parfait. So then he goes and sits down, and we plan some more. My friend and I were on the legs, and other two people were on his arms. After some long attempts, we got him to stand up out of his circle, and we grabbed his arms and legs and began to carry his heavy arse to the garbage can, but our other two girls who were the defenders, were passed, and were attacked by a whole bunch of guys.
And so it ended. We were THIS close. And the bugger tried to just grab me over his shoulder and throw me in again, but it was to no avail. >;D
Then off to study hall, where I attempted to fall asleep, which didn't work, so I read and listened to music, and nearly fell asleep, when that damn bell rang. Its a shitty bell, like little music tones going on 7 or 8 times.
Then to English, where we discussed something about Mark Twain, and the US banning the word "******" and then we had this huge discussion about using the word, and somehow got off track to something totally stupid. Oh and we read that cliche poem by Countee Cullen. Ah s**t I have homework in English I just remembered. Damn it.
I am an orchdork! Proudly (haha. whatever) I made my way to orchestra to play ze violin pour le prof M. Eckfeld. You know. The creepy ***** like old guy who never stops smiling, even when he's mad....actually he has stopped smiling in our class, as I noticed today. Hmm. That may have to do with that we never listen to him...
Then the bus ride home. Incredibly uneventful.
So I go home and do stuff...like chores, and prayers, and homework, and playing on the computer when I should be doing the above three...
I hate thursdays. They are the shittiest day of the week. The day when you feel like screaming "IS IT OVER YET?????!!!!!"
Thank god its almost over.
