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Kahla's got game... today we had a locker cleanout, and the bitch (quite literally) had rats in her locker! RATS!!! That's so gross! The teachers had to come through today with mouse traps and stuff like that... it was so awesome, yet so nasty that she actually had them in her locker. Yuck!
At lunch, we (well, my friends) got in line and purchased lunch. The prices are ridiculous -- $1.75 for that slop they call 'food'. Puh-lease! Oh, wait, I guess I haven't given the rundown on my schedule yet.
1st hour: Drama/Art (I take art after January)
2nd hour: English
3rd hour: Geography
4th hour: Band
Between 4th and 5th hour: A Lunch
5th hour: Science
6th hour: Math
7th hour: Gym
So, there you have it. Anyways, the food looked disgusting as usual. My friend, Anna, took a bite of the hamburger and then immediately gagged on it. She grabbed her iced tea and chugged it before she gave us a repulsed look and yelled, "What?! It tastes positively nasty!" Man, am I lucky I either bring my lunch every day or purchase better snacks in the student lounge (they have pop, candy, and chip machines there).
Mm-hm. Oh, and I changed my journal layout again. MWAHAHA.
Kuzi and I got our STD assigned today in health. We got syphilis... which is weird, considering another group of two got AIDS, and Kuzi was all like, "Oh, their project will be a piece of cake."
Anyways. My location? I'm typing on my laptop. My parents dragged my brother and I on the train because they need to go to Paris this weekend for some big meeting. I was trying to talk my mother out of it, saying that we wouldn't be back in time to go back to school, but she blew school off. That's the first time I've ever heard her discourage us going to school.
Well, this means one thing: I get to see a few of my Internet buddies! We're riding the train out to an airport, and from there to France, and then MORE TRAINAGE!! >:3 Oh yeah, I am going to have so much fun.I'm just being sarcastic.
I'm going to rant about drama. First of all, I hate Mr. Haxer. He didn't post the cast list for A Miracle Worker (the play I’d been auditioning for) until after school, so I had to wait all day. Ms. Young always posted the cast lists before school so you could see the results right away. I had to start the day by bringing my note (excusing me because I was going to France) to the office. When I handed it to the secretary, my stomach was busy tying itself into a knot.
The last bell finally rang, and I thought I'd die before I got to the drama room. A crowd was already pressing against the door where the list was posted. Ayanna Bixby was squealing like a pig. I squeezed in. Ayanna got the part of Anne (the one I'd auditioned for); Rosa got the part of Helen Keller. I was on the bottom of the list...as one of the blind girls. Rosa and Ayanna — both eighth-graders — were jumping up and down. They hugged each other and squealed.
Geez.
Kuzi and I have decided that next Friday, we're gonna go check out the old, abandoned house across the street. She thinks it's haunted, but I, personally, think it's capital B.S. Everyone except me has heard the Moonlight sonata coming from that house... it's pretty stupid.
Well, bye until next time!
At lunch, we (well, my friends) got in line and purchased lunch. The prices are ridiculous -- $1.75 for that slop they call 'food'. Puh-lease! Oh, wait, I guess I haven't given the rundown on my schedule yet.
1st hour: Drama/Art (I take art after January)
2nd hour: English
3rd hour: Geography
4th hour: Band
Between 4th and 5th hour: A Lunch
5th hour: Science
6th hour: Math
7th hour: Gym
So, there you have it. Anyways, the food looked disgusting as usual. My friend, Anna, took a bite of the hamburger and then immediately gagged on it. She grabbed her iced tea and chugged it before she gave us a repulsed look and yelled, "What?! It tastes positively nasty!" Man, am I lucky I either bring my lunch every day or purchase better snacks in the student lounge (they have pop, candy, and chip machines there).
Mm-hm. Oh, and I changed my journal layout again. MWAHAHA.
Kuzi and I got our STD assigned today in health. We got syphilis... which is weird, considering another group of two got AIDS, and Kuzi was all like, "Oh, their project will be a piece of cake."
Anyways. My location? I'm typing on my laptop. My parents dragged my brother and I on the train because they need to go to Paris this weekend for some big meeting. I was trying to talk my mother out of it, saying that we wouldn't be back in time to go back to school, but she blew school off. That's the first time I've ever heard her discourage us going to school.
Well, this means one thing: I get to see a few of my Internet buddies! We're riding the train out to an airport, and from there to France, and then MORE TRAINAGE!! >:3 Oh yeah, I am going to have so much fun.
I'm going to rant about drama. First of all, I hate Mr. Haxer. He didn't post the cast list for A Miracle Worker (the play I’d been auditioning for) until after school, so I had to wait all day. Ms. Young always posted the cast lists before school so you could see the results right away. I had to start the day by bringing my note (excusing me because I was going to France) to the office. When I handed it to the secretary, my stomach was busy tying itself into a knot.
The last bell finally rang, and I thought I'd die before I got to the drama room. A crowd was already pressing against the door where the list was posted. Ayanna Bixby was squealing like a pig. I squeezed in. Ayanna got the part of Anne (the one I'd auditioned for); Rosa got the part of Helen Keller. I was on the bottom of the list...as one of the blind girls. Rosa and Ayanna — both eighth-graders — were jumping up and down. They hugged each other and squealed.
Geez.
Kuzi and I have decided that next Friday, we're gonna go check out the old, abandoned house across the street. She thinks it's haunted, but I, personally, think it's capital B.S. Everyone except me has heard the Moonlight sonata coming from that house... it's pretty stupid.
Well, bye until next time!
WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON
crappy
indifferent
forgetful