Yesterday totally rocked hardcore. No joke. I don't remember much except drama mentorship. Well, it turned out like 7 people dropped out like, right before our dress rehearsal. Stupid.
Yeah.
So I think I did really well...except the two "men in black" who were supposed to come in and carry me off stage kinda missed the cue I gave them...they picked up eventually though.
I loved Beaver's dirt.
I'm pretty sure Shop Buddy didn't know his lines.
So after our play (the very first one) I went in back and ran the lights from the little booth thinger. Yeah, I couldn't hear anything in there. I had to actually pay attention to know when to hit the blackouts.
Yeah, so Beavs and RF were MCing. Best thing ever.
So during dress rehearsal, I was watching them do their little things. There was one where Beaver hypnotized Random Freshman and then had him jump and stuff.
So during the actual performance, I was watching out the window, but I didn't see RF doing any stupid stuff.
Then he bitch-slapped Beaver and ran off stage.
I HEARD the slap all the way up in the booth thinger. I couldn't hear people's lines, but I could hear the sound of Beaver being slapped.
I couldn't stop laughing.
I loved the whole makeup stuff. It was great. Seriously, there were girls who didn't trust themselves putting on their own eyeliner, so I was running around just doing that.
Then I got to the guys.
I did Beaver's eyeliner...that boy couldn't keep his eyes open.
I did Random Freshman's eyeliner...he was afraid I was going to "stab his contact out."
...Then I did HWSFRN's. He didn't want to wear any, but Gloria said he had to :P
I told him he looked pretty and he gave me the finger. He did look pretty, though.
Not man-pretty like Man-pretty, but just...pretty.
Poor Random Freshman...while he and I were talking backstage, a freshman chick walked up to him and said he looked like a girl. Yeah, he does have high cheek bones, rosy cheeks, and pretty blue eyes, but it's still cute.
The best part? I got pictures. I threatened HWSFRN that I was going to put them all on my MySpace to share with the world. Oh yeah.
I can't wait to get them developed :P...yeah, I'm still a loser who uses disposable cameras.
Hmmm...I told Mr. Peterson about HWSFRN in makeup. He just laughed. When HWSFRN walked into class Mr. P said something about his red cheeks. Great fun.
Oh, Mr. Peterson shaved off his beard....he doesn't look like a pedophile (sp?) anymore. Seriously, he looked scary.
Yeah, compared to yesterday, today sucked hardcore.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
So what won't I do for $25?
This story is so stupid.
It spawned (yes, I said spawned) in chemistry one day...don't ask me which one.
Peanuts and I were having giggles over something that deserved far more than a mere titter. She said she would give me $25 if I did something....I said no.
Then she pointed out that I WANTED to do it.
Which is true, I REALLY wanted to do it. However, I'm pretty sure it's illegal in most states. Well, maybe not...but yeah.
Then Peanuts goes "You won't do it for $25?" Incredibly loud. I'm pretty sure she said it loud enough for Mr. Brown to hear it all the way down in the basement.
Then HWSFRN turns around and says something along the lines of "You won't do it for $25...I heard you'd do it for $3!"
Of course he can say that, but if I call myself a whore Mr. Peterson gets mad.
I don't even know. Yeah.
The next day:
Someone else brings it up!
Then after school.
So I'm standing at my locker getting my practice clothes and whatnot when HWSFRN comes up and asks what I won't do for $25.
I made a plan somewhere between my locker and the office...seriously, for me, that's quick scheming.
My plan pretty much consisted of saying "I can't tell you because it has to do with you."
and then running into the girls' bathroom.
Why? I have no clue.
The dead honest truth is that the $25 thing didn't have anything to do with him at all. Yeah.
So I said my stuff and tried to make a run for it. Too bad he was between me and the door. Which meant I had to keep the convo up.
I didn't think that far in advance.
His response (and this is a direct quote...right afterwards I wrote it on my hand so I wouldn't forget how stupid he sounded):
"I know, for $25 you won't tell me you're totally diggin' on my hot bod."
Then he started laughing.
I didn't.
I asked him if he was stupid and he stopped laughing and commented how serious I was acting.
I thought he was being serious. So he took me serious. Then a whole lot of awkward laughter occured.
Yeah. Basicially it went from me saying we weren't talking about the same thing to him going. "Yeah, we are talking about the same thing." and walking out into the student parking lot.
The weird part--
He got heinously sentimental on me the other night. He said something so freaking nice I was blown away....of course he followed it up with "whore", but it was still nice anyhow. Okay, so maybe it wasn't even that nice. However, it was nice enough for me to save the conversation and re-read it the next day. Given it was only a 5 minute conversation pertaining to my hookering.
Yeah, I dubbed "hookering" to be the verb of "hooker." No, it is not "whoring" or "hook."
Why did such a stupid joke turn into such a stupid story?
Because I made it that way.
Yeah, I figured out why I like him so freaking much. It took me almost four and a half years to figure it out.
I guess I won't delve into that big category of Jeopardy tonight.
The moral of the story I learned from the "$25 story":
Don't say things that make you sound like a mint.
It spawned (yes, I said spawned) in chemistry one day...don't ask me which one.
Peanuts and I were having giggles over something that deserved far more than a mere titter. She said she would give me $25 if I did something....I said no.
Then she pointed out that I WANTED to do it.
Which is true, I REALLY wanted to do it. However, I'm pretty sure it's illegal in most states. Well, maybe not...but yeah.
Then Peanuts goes "You won't do it for $25?" Incredibly loud. I'm pretty sure she said it loud enough for Mr. Brown to hear it all the way down in the basement.
Then HWSFRN turns around and says something along the lines of "You won't do it for $25...I heard you'd do it for $3!"
Of course he can say that, but if I call myself a whore Mr. Peterson gets mad.
I don't even know. Yeah.
The next day:
Someone else brings it up!
Then after school.
So I'm standing at my locker getting my practice clothes and whatnot when HWSFRN comes up and asks what I won't do for $25.
I made a plan somewhere between my locker and the office...seriously, for me, that's quick scheming.
My plan pretty much consisted of saying "I can't tell you because it has to do with you."
and then running into the girls' bathroom.
Why? I have no clue.
The dead honest truth is that the $25 thing didn't have anything to do with him at all. Yeah.
So I said my stuff and tried to make a run for it. Too bad he was between me and the door. Which meant I had to keep the convo up.
I didn't think that far in advance.
His response (and this is a direct quote...right afterwards I wrote it on my hand so I wouldn't forget how stupid he sounded):
"I know, for $25 you won't tell me you're totally diggin' on my hot bod."
Then he started laughing.
I didn't.
I asked him if he was stupid and he stopped laughing and commented how serious I was acting.
I thought he was being serious. So he took me serious. Then a whole lot of awkward laughter occured.
Yeah. Basicially it went from me saying we weren't talking about the same thing to him going. "Yeah, we are talking about the same thing." and walking out into the student parking lot.
The weird part--
He got heinously sentimental on me the other night. He said something so freaking nice I was blown away....of course he followed it up with "whore", but it was still nice anyhow. Okay, so maybe it wasn't even that nice. However, it was nice enough for me to save the conversation and re-read it the next day. Given it was only a 5 minute conversation pertaining to my hookering.
Yeah, I dubbed "hookering" to be the verb of "hooker." No, it is not "whoring" or "hook."
Why did such a stupid joke turn into such a stupid story?
Because I made it that way.
Yeah, I figured out why I like him so freaking much. It took me almost four and a half years to figure it out.
I guess I won't delve into that big category of Jeopardy tonight.
The moral of the story I learned from the "$25 story":
Don't say things that make you sound like a mint.
So what won't I do for $25?
This story is so stupid.
It spawned (yes, I said spawned) in chemistry one day...don't ask me which one.
Peanuts and I were having giggles over something that deserved far more than a mere titter. She said she would give me $25 if I did something....I said no.
Then she pointed out that I WANTED to do it.
Which is true, I REALLY wanted to do it. However, I'm pretty sure it's illegal in most states. Well, maybe not...but yeah.
Then Peanuts goes "You won't do it for $25?" Incredibly loud. I'm pretty sure she said it loud enough for Mr. Brown to hear it all the way down in the basement.
Then HWSFRN turns around and says something along the lines of "You won't do it for $25...I heard you'd do it for $3!"
Of course he can say that, but if I call myself a whore Mr. Peterson gets mad.
I don't even know. Yeah.
The next day:
Someone else brings it up!
Then after school.
So I'm standing at my locker getting my practice clothes and whatnot when HWSFRN comes up and asks what I won't do for $25.
I made a plan somewhere between my locker and the office...seriously, for me, that's quick scheming.
My plan pretty much consisted of saying "I can't tell you because it has to do with you."
and then running into the girls' bathroom.
Why? I have no clue.
The dead honest truth is that the $25 thing didn't have anything to do with him at all. Yeah.
So I said my stuff and tried to make a run for it. Too bad he was between me and the door. Which meant I had to keep the convo up.
I didn't think that far in advance.
His response (and this is a direct quote...right afterwards I wrote it on my hand so I wouldn't forget how stupid he sounded):
"I know, for $25 you won't tell me you're totally diggin' on my hot bod."
Then he started laughing.
I didn't.
I asked him if he was stupid and he stopped laughing and commented how serious I was acting.
I thought he was being serious. So he took me serious. Then a whole lot of awkward laughter occured.
Yeah. Basicially it went from me saying we weren't talking about the same thing to him going. "Yeah, we are talking about the same thing." and walking out into the student parking lot.
The weird part--
He got heinously sentimental on me the other night. He said something so freaking nice I was blown away....of course he followed it up with "whore", but it was still nice anyhow. Okay, so maybe it wasn't even that nice. However, it was nice enough for me to save the conversation and re-read it the next day. Given it was only a 5 minute conversation pertaining to my hookering.
Yeah, I dubbed "hookering" to be the verb of "hooker." No, it is not "whoring" or "hook."
Why did such a stupid joke turn into such a stupid story?
Because I made it that way.
Yeah, I figured out why I like him so freaking much. It took me almost four and a half years to figure it out.
I guess I won't delve into that big category of Jeopardy tonight.
The moral of the story I learned from the "$25 story":
Don't say things that make you sound like a mint.
It spawned (yes, I said spawned) in chemistry one day...don't ask me which one.
Peanuts and I were having giggles over something that deserved far more than a mere titter. She said she would give me $25 if I did something....I said no.
Then she pointed out that I WANTED to do it.
Which is true, I REALLY wanted to do it. However, I'm pretty sure it's illegal in most states. Well, maybe not...but yeah.
Then Peanuts goes "You won't do it for $25?" Incredibly loud. I'm pretty sure she said it loud enough for Mr. Brown to hear it all the way down in the basement.
Then HWSFRN turns around and says something along the lines of "You won't do it for $25...I heard you'd do it for $3!"
Of course he can say that, but if I call myself a whore Mr. Peterson gets mad.
I don't even know. Yeah.
The next day:
Someone else brings it up!
Then after school.
So I'm standing at my locker getting my practice clothes and whatnot when HWSFRN comes up and asks what I won't do for $25.
I made a plan somewhere between my locker and the office...seriously, for me, that's quick scheming.
My plan pretty much consisted of saying "I can't tell you because it has to do with you."
and then running into the girls' bathroom.
Why? I have no clue.
The dead honest truth is that the $25 thing didn't have anything to do with him at all. Yeah.
So I said my stuff and tried to make a run for it. Too bad he was between me and the door. Which meant I had to keep the convo up.
I didn't think that far in advance.
His response (and this is a direct quote...right afterwards I wrote it on my hand so I wouldn't forget how stupid he sounded):
"I know, for $25 you won't tell me you're totally diggin' on my hot bod."
Then he started laughing.
I didn't.
I asked him if he was stupid and he stopped laughing and commented how serious I was acting.
I thought he was being serious. So he took me serious. Then a whole lot of awkward laughter occured.
Yeah. Basicially it went from me saying we weren't talking about the same thing to him going. "Yeah, we are talking about the same thing." and walking out into the student parking lot.
The weird part--
He got heinously sentimental on me the other night. He said something so freaking nice I was blown away....of course he followed it up with "whore", but it was still nice anyhow. Okay, so maybe it wasn't even that nice. However, it was nice enough for me to save the conversation and re-read it the next day. Given it was only a 5 minute conversation pertaining to my hookering.
Yeah, I dubbed "hookering" to be the verb of "hooker." No, it is not "whoring" or "hook."
Why did such a stupid joke turn into such a stupid story?
Because I made it that way.
Yeah, I figured out why I like him so freaking much. It took me almost four and a half years to figure it out.
I guess I won't delve into that big category of Jeopardy tonight.
The moral of the story I learned from the "$25 story":
Don't say things that make you sound like a mint.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
No words
I had a "tingly" moment today.
I'm not sure how to describe it. No, I wasn't high or drunk or doing anything else inappropriate.
I walked into my old bedroom and thought of something. It literally took my breath away--I had to sit down.
The thought made me happy...happier than I know it should. I don't know. I felt all tingly inside like people do in really crappy romantic comedies.
I guess it kinda spawned from a conversation I had a couple days ago. I was caught off guard and didn't know how to react. I guess I just reacted to it.
Wow.
Please don't ask me what I'm talking about. I can't explain it any more, but I don't think I even want to give out any more details.
I'm not sure how to describe it. No, I wasn't high or drunk or doing anything else inappropriate.
I walked into my old bedroom and thought of something. It literally took my breath away--I had to sit down.
The thought made me happy...happier than I know it should. I don't know. I felt all tingly inside like people do in really crappy romantic comedies.
I guess it kinda spawned from a conversation I had a couple days ago. I was caught off guard and didn't know how to react. I guess I just reacted to it.
Wow.
Please don't ask me what I'm talking about. I can't explain it any more, but I don't think I even want to give out any more details.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Not enough time
I really want to expand on this stuff, but I don't have any time now. Maybe later.
Mr. Peterson is growing a beard. Seriously, it's driving me insane.
HWSFRN now wishes to be known as Pretentious Jackass.
I can no longer use the words whore/hooker/ho/slut infront of Mr. Peterson.
Horn Boy is completely okay with my sticking my hands in his sweatshirt.
Horn Boy is actually a 17 year old female...according to MySpace.
Chocolate struts when he walks.
Having small boobs FINALLY is paying off.
I have Badger's (Beaver's little sister) clothes in my locker.
HWSFRN gave *** AIDS, which he got from me.
***revision***
HWSFRN gave *** AIDS, which he got from Peanuts, who got them from me, but no one can know who exactly I got them from because I'm such a whore. However, Tall Creepy Guy may be the person who gave them to me.
***revision***
HWSFRN gave *** various strains of AIDS and/or butt herpes because I date raped him.
Same story with 3 actual outcomes.
The moral of the story? There are some things I WON'T do for $25.
Haha. That's a story I would like to get into.
Mr. Peterson is growing a beard. Seriously, it's driving me insane.
HWSFRN now wishes to be known as Pretentious Jackass.
I can no longer use the words whore/hooker/ho/slut infront of Mr. Peterson.
Horn Boy is completely okay with my sticking my hands in his sweatshirt.
Horn Boy is actually a 17 year old female...according to MySpace.
Chocolate struts when he walks.
Having small boobs FINALLY is paying off.
I have Badger's (Beaver's little sister) clothes in my locker.
HWSFRN gave *** AIDS, which he got from me.
***revision***
HWSFRN gave *** AIDS, which he got from Peanuts, who got them from me, but no one can know who exactly I got them from because I'm such a whore. However, Tall Creepy Guy may be the person who gave them to me.
***revision***
HWSFRN gave *** various strains of AIDS and/or butt herpes because I date raped him.
Same story with 3 actual outcomes.
The moral of the story? There are some things I WON'T do for $25.
Haha. That's a story I would like to get into.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Just stop talking
I'm pretty sure everyone knows what TMIS is, right?
Too much information syndrome...the lame thing chicks say to eachother.
Yeah.
Mr. Peterson has TMIS.
He walked into class and started with the story of the day "So I went to the bathroom and....."
He went on to talk about how he violated the urinal code or w/e he called it. Apparently he got close to some dude who then told him he had a nice watch. I don't even have to be a dude to know that's awkward.
He wasn't wearing a watch.
I pretty much didn't hear the whole story because Peanuts and I were too busy laughing hysterically. It was a long story, too. He just kept listing off guys who came into the bathroom while he was in there.
I promised Peanuts I would post about it.
There you go, my 'Nuts.
Mrs. Mollman is going nuts. So everyone in the class did a whole bunch of work and turned it in, but Mollman handed it back today and said it wasn't good enough.
Apparently, when the directions say "Use the word in a sentence to show its definition", they really mean "Write a huge, incredibly wordy sentence describing a massive story to highlight the usage of ONE word."
Mrs. Lenz says to shorten things up and not drag everything out, but Mrs. Mollman says to expand on everything to make it look like we're pompous jackasses.
Lesson for the day:
Sometimes your best just isn't good enough.
Too much information syndrome...the lame thing chicks say to eachother.
Yeah.
Mr. Peterson has TMIS.
He walked into class and started with the story of the day "So I went to the bathroom and....."
He went on to talk about how he violated the urinal code or w/e he called it. Apparently he got close to some dude who then told him he had a nice watch. I don't even have to be a dude to know that's awkward.
He wasn't wearing a watch.
I pretty much didn't hear the whole story because Peanuts and I were too busy laughing hysterically. It was a long story, too. He just kept listing off guys who came into the bathroom while he was in there.
I promised Peanuts I would post about it.
There you go, my 'Nuts.
Mrs. Mollman is going nuts. So everyone in the class did a whole bunch of work and turned it in, but Mollman handed it back today and said it wasn't good enough.
Apparently, when the directions say "Use the word in a sentence to show its definition", they really mean "Write a huge, incredibly wordy sentence describing a massive story to highlight the usage of ONE word."
Mrs. Lenz says to shorten things up and not drag everything out, but Mrs. Mollman says to expand on everything to make it look like we're pompous jackasses.
Lesson for the day:
Sometimes your best just isn't good enough.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Where did today go?
I probably should be attempting my chemistry homework.
It took Peanuts and I 20 minutes to figure out we're stupid.
What do we do?....okay, what do I do?
I ask HWSFRN to help me. Did I actually expect him to make any sense--no.
It went something along the lines of:
HWSFRN "Do it. You did it wrong. Shut up and do the problem."
Why did I ask HIM for help? Well, mostly because I didn't think he would actually attempt to help me.
So I'm trying to convince Peanuts to go out for the dance team despite the fact practice started Monday. I tried to show her some of our moves during class. When I do the ONE that looks heinously awkward all I hear is "Lemons, get off the floor, you dirty whore."
Why does HWSFRN have to be so mean?
It feels like I have no time for anything. At all.
Today I came home and made a mental list of all the things I have to do, so I took a nap.
Just call me slacker. Well, I did most of my homework tonight...I guess that's a start.
I feel like breaking in half. I won't be working much anymore because of practice, so I'll probably have more time to actually stay on track with...something.
I've started biting my lips AGAIN. I've been biting my lips since I was like a toddler.
I get nervous.
I bite chunks of skin off my lips.
Stupid.
It took Peanuts and I 20 minutes to figure out we're stupid.
What do we do?....okay, what do I do?
I ask HWSFRN to help me. Did I actually expect him to make any sense--no.
It went something along the lines of:
HWSFRN "Do it. You did it wrong. Shut up and do the problem."
Why did I ask HIM for help? Well, mostly because I didn't think he would actually attempt to help me.
So I'm trying to convince Peanuts to go out for the dance team despite the fact practice started Monday. I tried to show her some of our moves during class. When I do the ONE that looks heinously awkward all I hear is "Lemons, get off the floor, you dirty whore."
Why does HWSFRN have to be so mean?
It feels like I have no time for anything. At all.
Today I came home and made a mental list of all the things I have to do, so I took a nap.
Just call me slacker. Well, I did most of my homework tonight...I guess that's a start.
I feel like breaking in half. I won't be working much anymore because of practice, so I'll probably have more time to actually stay on track with...something.
I've started biting my lips AGAIN. I've been biting my lips since I was like a toddler.
I get nervous.
I bite chunks of skin off my lips.
Stupid.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Who wears short shorts?
Well...I guess Peanuts wears short SKIRTS.
The guy she says likes me was apparently trying to look up HER skirt. Haha. I love how things flip around like that. Makes me giggle hardcore.
No joke.
Peanuts has pretty much been my support system lately between homeroom, first block, band, English, and AP Chem.
We just giggle so much.
Like during chemistry today. Mr. Peterson, out of nowhere just points out the fact that she and I are juniors. Apparently we have a lot to live up to.
I doubt this will happen.
I cannot possibly concentrate in that class. I don't really think it's the class but more of who's in it.
So Peanuts thinks I should hit up Tall Creepy Guy.
No freaking way.
That would be highly awkward.
Besides, he's my fighting buddy.
The sad truth. It comes down to this.
Hm.
So I've had a thought on my mind, A LOT.
I really don't want to voice it, but I feel I already have.
To announce it publicly on my blog would make it fact, but I'm not sure that's what I want.
Somehow more and more people seem to know.
Dangit.
Shut up.
The guy she says likes me was apparently trying to look up HER skirt. Haha. I love how things flip around like that. Makes me giggle hardcore.
No joke.
Peanuts has pretty much been my support system lately between homeroom, first block, band, English, and AP Chem.
We just giggle so much.
Like during chemistry today. Mr. Peterson, out of nowhere just points out the fact that she and I are juniors. Apparently we have a lot to live up to.
I doubt this will happen.
I cannot possibly concentrate in that class. I don't really think it's the class but more of who's in it.
So Peanuts thinks I should hit up Tall Creepy Guy.
No freaking way.
That would be highly awkward.
Besides, he's my fighting buddy.
The sad truth. It comes down to this.
Hm.
So I've had a thought on my mind, A LOT.
I really don't want to voice it, but I feel I already have.
To announce it publicly on my blog would make it fact, but I'm not sure that's what I want.
Somehow more and more people seem to know.
Dangit.
Shut up.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
There's no apologizing in the moshpit
I went to POO yesterday.
...Power of One.
Freaking awesome. I couldn't possibly talk about the amazingnessosity.
My favorite part was the moshpit. Except for the 80 chicks who decided they were going to carry their purses. That was stupid.
A fight broke out. It was kinda funny.
One dude from Project 86 decided he was going to jump into the crowd. Yeah, I was afraid I was going to crack a rib or something.
Pink Piggy and I made it to the second row by the time Toby Mac came on. Then Sister-sister was all like, "You can stand here."
He's such a nice guy.
Then water was thrown on us.
The security people kept asking me if I was okay. It was kinda making me mad.
Then again, 4'11" and shoved between people of average height, not easy.
It reeked hardcore.
No joke.
I had like 7 people touching me at the same time for who knows how long. A few cute guys...not gonna lie.
I had a lot of fun at dinner and on the ride home, as well. Good times. No joke.
...Power of One.
Freaking awesome. I couldn't possibly talk about the amazingnessosity.
My favorite part was the moshpit. Except for the 80 chicks who decided they were going to carry their purses. That was stupid.
A fight broke out. It was kinda funny.
One dude from Project 86 decided he was going to jump into the crowd. Yeah, I was afraid I was going to crack a rib or something.
Pink Piggy and I made it to the second row by the time Toby Mac came on. Then Sister-sister was all like, "You can stand here."
He's such a nice guy.
Then water was thrown on us.
The security people kept asking me if I was okay. It was kinda making me mad.
Then again, 4'11" and shoved between people of average height, not easy.
It reeked hardcore.
No joke.
I had like 7 people touching me at the same time for who knows how long. A few cute guys...not gonna lie.
I had a lot of fun at dinner and on the ride home, as well. Good times. No joke.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Lip plumper, crushes, and Chemistry
I've been keeping a quote journal. Why? Because I've realized that people say some incredibly awkward things.
To be honest with you, most of the quotes are from AP Chem...because everyone in there is nuts...especially Mr. Peterson.
The first day of the quarter...what do we do? Well, Mr. Peterson couldn't make it through attendance without making fun of HWSFRN (who wasn't there).
Oh, and then he showed us pictures of his bedroom. Why? Because he was proud that he built his own bed or something like that. Then he went into detail about how he's been sleeping on a futon for the past 14 years. Wow. Now that's an accomplishment.
He has a bug collection in his room. Incredibly awkward...he went through and described what they were. I dislike bugs very greatly.
The best part? I have the class with Peanuts. Let's just say Peanuts feels the same way about Mr. Peterson as I do.
I love Peanuts. Seriously, we're the only juniors in the class, and we just kinda sit in the corner giggling about random things.
We were having an "exclusive" conversation in which Tall Creepy Guy tried to get in on. He does that a lot.
He's alright though. I don't understand the "Creepy" part of his name...but I'm sure Peanuts has her reasons.
So we did a lab today. It seemed like everyone just picked a lab spot and just started right away. Not Peanuts and I; we found a set-up and put our notebooks there.
We were the first ones done with the lab.
Why?
Because for some odd reason, Mr. Peterson came up and did the first six steps of the lab while we just stood there giggling. Seriously, all we had to do was adjust the flame part way through the lab. He even dug the silver from our little crucible thinger.
Mr. Peterson's the coolest.
Except for the fact he ran across my random ramblings in my notebook.
So.
I guess I look like the chick who plays Ugly Betty. Kookie won't stop calling me Miss Ferrera. Slightly amusing.
Would I sound conceted if I said I think someone likes me a little bit? I'm starting to think so. Peanuts thinks its hilarious.
Apparently I want Beaver in the pants...I've now heard this from not one but TWO people.
Random Freshman apologized to me.
I'm singing a Class A vocal solo. I don't sing...except in the shower.
I kicked ass on the ASVAB thingy.
Locker Buddy, Peanuts, and I were playing with lip plumper today. The funniest stuff you can purchase. Seriously. When you first put it on it just feels like thick lip gloss.
Then it starts to tingle. My lips felt like they were about to fall off. No joke.
Now we have a porn star lip thing goin' on. Quite amusing.
So one of my best friends told me she thinks one of the guys I like (I'm such a whore...but it's down to two, now) is cute. I was shocked, but oddly enough, not angry at all. I found it freaking hilarious.
To be honest with you, most of the quotes are from AP Chem...because everyone in there is nuts...especially Mr. Peterson.
The first day of the quarter...what do we do? Well, Mr. Peterson couldn't make it through attendance without making fun of HWSFRN (who wasn't there).
Oh, and then he showed us pictures of his bedroom. Why? Because he was proud that he built his own bed or something like that. Then he went into detail about how he's been sleeping on a futon for the past 14 years. Wow. Now that's an accomplishment.
He has a bug collection in his room. Incredibly awkward...he went through and described what they were. I dislike bugs very greatly.
The best part? I have the class with Peanuts. Let's just say Peanuts feels the same way about Mr. Peterson as I do.
I love Peanuts. Seriously, we're the only juniors in the class, and we just kinda sit in the corner giggling about random things.
We were having an "exclusive" conversation in which Tall Creepy Guy tried to get in on. He does that a lot.
He's alright though. I don't understand the "Creepy" part of his name...but I'm sure Peanuts has her reasons.
So we did a lab today. It seemed like everyone just picked a lab spot and just started right away. Not Peanuts and I; we found a set-up and put our notebooks there.
We were the first ones done with the lab.
Why?
Because for some odd reason, Mr. Peterson came up and did the first six steps of the lab while we just stood there giggling. Seriously, all we had to do was adjust the flame part way through the lab. He even dug the silver from our little crucible thinger.
Mr. Peterson's the coolest.
Except for the fact he ran across my random ramblings in my notebook.
So.
I guess I look like the chick who plays Ugly Betty. Kookie won't stop calling me Miss Ferrera. Slightly amusing.
Would I sound conceted if I said I think someone likes me a little bit? I'm starting to think so. Peanuts thinks its hilarious.
Apparently I want Beaver in the pants...I've now heard this from not one but TWO people.
Random Freshman apologized to me.
I'm singing a Class A vocal solo. I don't sing...except in the shower.
I kicked ass on the ASVAB thingy.
Locker Buddy, Peanuts, and I were playing with lip plumper today. The funniest stuff you can purchase. Seriously. When you first put it on it just feels like thick lip gloss.
Then it starts to tingle. My lips felt like they were about to fall off. No joke.
Now we have a porn star lip thing goin' on. Quite amusing.
So one of my best friends told me she thinks one of the guys I like (I'm such a whore...but it's down to two, now) is cute. I was shocked, but oddly enough, not angry at all. I found it freaking hilarious.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Today rocked hardcore
Hmmm.
My letterman's jacket FINALLY came in.
I don't think I failed my pre-calc quiz.
My insect collection got a 92%.
Fabian got an 88%.
I rocked up my band lesson.
I can actually play my solos well.
Hmm. What else?
I'm trying a new tactic: being nice to HWSFRN. Like, creepy nice. It's hilarious. He'll start off by calling me a whore and then I'll be all like, "Whoa."
...Well, except for the other day when he was on one side of the hall and I on the other...screaming "whore" down the hallway.
So I told him something I probably shouldn't've, but it was amusing. He just stared at me with this huge smile on his face.
The awkwardly niceness is actually kind of fun.
Oh, and today I told him I bought him a Christmas present last night. I think that one may have caught him a wee bit off guard.
I pretty much raped Beaver during lunch.
Oh, and Beaver, you still haven't told me your girlfriend story.
I'm so happy the quarter ends Friday. I'm pumped for AP Chemistry...too bad I still haven't started the assignment sheet.
I should probably get on that this week.
That class should rock hardcore...just because of who's all in it.
Seriously.
What?
Oh yeah.
Lost it again.
I assume Mr. Peterson will be yelling at Peanuts and I to shut up on a daily basis...but that's okay due to the green corduroy pants. (I think only Peanuts knows that joke)
Tall Creepy Guy (I didn't name him--that was Peanuts' deal) and I had a throw-down in the hallway the other day. I asked him if he wanted to fight and he was all like WHOA.
Hmmm..
There was a condom on the floor infront of my locker yesterday. I have no clue why. I "discreetly" screamed "Who lost a condom?" Mrs. Gernaey gave me a heinously awkward look.
Good times.
I love Pink Piggy hardcore. No joke.
So at lunch the other day (quite possibly yesterday? Who knows) she and I were sitting on one side of the table and Chocolate and the guy she likes were sitting across from us.
She's so bad at being subtle.
She and I started talking about our prom committee business and whatnot and she just whispers as LOUD as she could "Should we ask them?"
It honestly surprises me that NEITHER of the guys heard her. No joke. Consider me flabberghasted (sp?) Personally, I believe it's a wee bit early to be asking people, anyhow.
Hmm. So she and I badgered them with the "You should really go! It'll be fun! It's our junior prom...we'll go to your junior prom."
So Pink Piggy worked on the one dude and I tried to talk to Chocolate.
To sum it all up, it ended with me saying "Why are you so good at ignoring me?"
Thanks Chocolate.
My letterman's jacket FINALLY came in.
I don't think I failed my pre-calc quiz.
My insect collection got a 92%.
Fabian got an 88%.
I rocked up my band lesson.
I can actually play my solos well.
Hmm. What else?
I'm trying a new tactic: being nice to HWSFRN. Like, creepy nice. It's hilarious. He'll start off by calling me a whore and then I'll be all like, "Whoa."
...Well, except for the other day when he was on one side of the hall and I on the other...screaming "whore" down the hallway.
So I told him something I probably shouldn't've, but it was amusing. He just stared at me with this huge smile on his face.
The awkwardly niceness is actually kind of fun.
Oh, and today I told him I bought him a Christmas present last night. I think that one may have caught him a wee bit off guard.
I pretty much raped Beaver during lunch.
Oh, and Beaver, you still haven't told me your girlfriend story.
I'm so happy the quarter ends Friday. I'm pumped for AP Chemistry...too bad I still haven't started the assignment sheet.
I should probably get on that this week.
That class should rock hardcore...just because of who's all in it.
Seriously.
What?
Oh yeah.
Lost it again.
I assume Mr. Peterson will be yelling at Peanuts and I to shut up on a daily basis...but that's okay due to the green corduroy pants. (I think only Peanuts knows that joke)
Tall Creepy Guy (I didn't name him--that was Peanuts' deal) and I had a throw-down in the hallway the other day. I asked him if he wanted to fight and he was all like WHOA.
Hmmm..
There was a condom on the floor infront of my locker yesterday. I have no clue why. I "discreetly" screamed "Who lost a condom?" Mrs. Gernaey gave me a heinously awkward look.
Good times.
I love Pink Piggy hardcore. No joke.
So at lunch the other day (quite possibly yesterday? Who knows) she and I were sitting on one side of the table and Chocolate and the guy she likes were sitting across from us.
She's so bad at being subtle.
She and I started talking about our prom committee business and whatnot and she just whispers as LOUD as she could "Should we ask them?"
It honestly surprises me that NEITHER of the guys heard her. No joke. Consider me flabberghasted (sp?) Personally, I believe it's a wee bit early to be asking people, anyhow.
Hmm. So she and I badgered them with the "You should really go! It'll be fun! It's our junior prom...we'll go to your junior prom."
So Pink Piggy worked on the one dude and I tried to talk to Chocolate.
To sum it all up, it ended with me saying "Why are you so good at ignoring me?"
Thanks Chocolate.
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