Sorry about the size of this post... I tried to blog earlier in the week, and I made a big post, but the computer crashed while I left to go eat dinner. Damn AOL... kills me all the time. Anyway, the idea was that I hung out with Katho and Emma, and we went on a huge unplanned adventure, walked four miles, saw raccoon carrion, with the guts and everything, and then watched "Shark Tale." The movie isn't spectacular, but one fish does say "You got served!" really loud near the end. I died. Between that and the crazy guy who thinks he's a financial advisor for Oscar, it was worth the price of a kids ticket. I don't know why they bother asking how old I am, they always sell me the ticket. She's like, "You want a kids ticket? How old are you?" so I'm like, crap, whatever, "Okay, you got me, I'll take the adult ticket." And she's like, "I'll give you the kids price anyway." So whatever, I always save $4.00 because I'm hella cheap. And s-tuff.
Unfortunately, after the fun weekend, I had to re-enter the normal world. And I'm like, "This day can't be that bad. I'll survive." So I walk into school, and I've tuned everything out, like yeah, whatever, and the first thing I hear walking into the locker room is "And she starts to laugh! So I'm like, 'You stupid f--ing slut!' what is wrong with her?!" Yeah, I can handle the week. Out here in girl world... I just want to be Isabel sometimes! All I'm missing are Joel, Pat, and "Mr. Cambell." (If you don't get it... Don't worry.)
We can wear pants to school now, and it's the highlight of my life. And I found this seat in the math room that's kind of behind a wall, and I found out that if I sit there, I can pay attention and learn without people looking at me. And there's this comfy chair in the library that you can spin so it faces a window and no one can see you there and you can sit and study during lunch, after school, and on breaks. I'm finding better and better ways to blend in. I'm a total Milford Man! Theology is a little tougher because there's this gross picture of a dead guy right in front of the hidden seat, so I have to sit in this open space just so I don't have to stare at his ugly corpse. (I suspect that because it's a sketch it's an assignment about someone biblical, but it's still disgusting. Our nausea acts up when I see it.)
Today we had a SHHS & CSH assembly with this "guest speaker," which typically means snoozelicious droner. (I had hope, because the dean promised us that he was hot. Which he WASN'T, but it was awesome anyway.) But today it was this guy named Jonathan Mooney, who was HILARIOUS. It was great. He told us about how he has dyslexia and ADHD and can't stand still, let alone sit, and reads at the 11th percentile, which is like a 3rd grader, and spells like a 1st grader. He went to Brown and graduated with a 4.0 in English Literature after doing drugs and ending up in jail. Sounds crappy but he was SO FUNNY. Like, oh my Josh. And he talked to us for like 3 hours and nobody quit listening. He walked in a circle and played with a water bottle while he talked because he can't hold still. Never had a guest speaker like that before.
I have my math midterm tomorrow and then a review session in the Bio Lab with Mr. Cinti. I've always hated Science, but this year it's the awesomest class.
Wish you amigas could see... If you're in the neighborhood, come find me in the spinny chair by the library window :*
There's a Club18 High School dance coming up! Dust off your student I.D.'s and come on down. E-mail me and we'll make our plans. I wanna take full advantage of being able to be able to go to the dances labeled "H" on the calender. (Rachel: Maybe you can "accidentally" tell Sam to go to one because you "might be there..." and not show up. Good times! He called me again about the emu. Dorkus.)
Random: I did absoloutely no notes for computer class (25% of the grade) and had to borrow someone's notebook and copy down 1.5 months worth in one night... Took forever. Let that be the cautionary tale: Don't be retaahded.

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