I haven't blogged in forever. Sorry, but shutup. I don't remember the days things happened, but certain events stick out in my mind.
G&G got home last night, back from NY, but still on NY time.
Last week was boring in general, though I did see Anthony. He didn't see me, but whatev. I was being smart and actually saying relavent things in class all week, and my teachers were being cool, but all the kids are... Less than Burkie-esque. There's something wrong with kids these days. They keep count down charts for The O.C. on all the class whiteboards. On Friday there was a dance with all of the high school and Stuart Hall and some other schools. I skipped that and went to Anjali's. She's more fun than ugly freshman weirdos who'll stand around playing game boy all night. We had fun and sent an e-mail to Flemmers. Our fun included making fun of the pope, Jesus, and ourselves. "It's Matt Damon... In a pope hat!" "Jeebus Anjali... It's called a MITER!"
Today started like shit though. I was getting dropped off at Jessica's for the carpool, and I had just hopped out of the car to grab my bag, when this woman driving fast hit our car! Really smashed, not tapped. Scared the hell out of me! I had the back door open and was grabbing my backpack, and she whams right into it right by me. My mom was sitting in the front and had turned around to talk to me when it happened, and she said "OW!" so I grabbed the phone and called 911. The woman in the car behind us got right out of the car with her son and was like, "I'm so sorry, I couldn't see you there in the sun. Are you okay? Hurt? The car isn't damaged too badly..." And she's inspecting the bumper, like that's so important. And the 911 woman is "Dispatching emergency vehicles." I almost vomited up my heart, I had so much adrenaline in me. She freaked me out, "Is the victim concious?" "Yes." "Breathing?" "Yes." (How you can be concious and not breathing is beyond me...) But I answered all her questions. The woman gave me her insurance information and was like, "I need to get my son to school." And left me. Oooookay...
So I was trying to do like a gazibillion things at once. I called my grandma when my mom told me, but nobody knew where we were going, and I kept asking what hospital we were going to. I finally found out, after getting into the front seat of the ambulence. Got to the hospital, took all the x-rays, and my grandma got there. So my mom basically had the same whiplash thing I got in February, except in her back, too. And she can't work until next week, and she's got a neck brace. Damn, that car scared me so badly, worse than when it happened to Grandma and me.
So I went to school after that, since the hospital is right there. I stayed until about 12, when mom got out. I'm glad she's okay.
And then school was lame like usual...
Except I got a bunch of things back and it was good. I got +'s on all the Spanish, 46.5/45 on the History test and 15/15 on the homework, and 17.5/18 on the English. But the Bio freaked me out. The highest grade was an A-, and only one person got it. The average was a C-. And on Friday, I was sure I bombed it, really badly. So I knew I was getting a D. People are always like, "Argh, I'm gonna fail," and then they get an A. But c'mon, the average was a C-! But I got a B+! Hooray, I only missed 4 of the 30! So yay, that's all the bragging for today. OOoooooh, one last thing:
52/60 :) Well done!!
is what it said. Oooooh yeeeaaah! That's not just one "!," but two !!'s! Oh... I'm good.
Now if only I could sneak Burkies onto campus. Rachel, you're borrowing my grey skirt and a white polo. Sneakers are up to you, but you can definitely get through my classes unnoticed, if you're as quiet as me. That's right, I'm quiet. Yes, something is wrong...

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