schoolI SUCK! I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T UPDATE FOR A WEEK!
I'm SORRY! I've been über busy, trying to figure out where the hell the Halloween party's going to be (it's at Carrie's house, for those of you who don't know), I've had drama meetings out the ASS for the talent show (Carrie and I STILL don't know how to run the effing sound box!), and I'm working on two MORE papers: psychology and english. BAH! Get done with one essay and Kerwan and Allard decide to chuck another one at us.
ARG.
Ahh well... my Malcolm X personality analysis essay sucked (or I thought so), but apparently Mrs. Allard had a different opinion. I got a 100% on it, just like I got a 100% on my DBQ for U.S. History. Got the 5-week report and I'm doing well. Everything's between 90-100 except for math, which is an 85, and we've only had like two homework assignments. Once she starts doling out more (God save my soul), it should bring my grade up. Provided I stop effing writing in class and pay attention. Mrs. J's caught me like 6 times this past week. At least each time, I know what I was doing.
Hopefully today, once Mum and Dad get back from the auction, I'll go to get my Halloween costume and look for my sneakers. I need to at least LOOK in the costume shop so if they don't have it, I can order it or start planning for something else. I'd REALLY like to get the habit, though, and be a nun in school on monday. :D I think it'd be entertaining.
On the 12th I took the PSATs. I was really worked up over it but I got there and the questions were like... things I'd learned in 8th grade. *knocks on wood* The math was nice. Reminds me of the good ole days when I understood EVERYTHING. It oddly occurred to me the other day, while we were doing synthetic division, that if I hadn't gotten screwed for math teachers (coughBOUNDANDHOWARDcough), I would probably like math. I think I'd be getting 90s at least. I actually LIKE class this year because I understand what's going on and how to do things. It's refreshing to not be lost all the time. :)
It's 1:45 p.m. and I still haven't showered... that's grotesque. I'm going to go do that so I can swindle Mum into going to Elmira when she gets home. I REALLY need effing sneakers. Mine have lost all their tread.
Oh, and I don't know why this matters, but if I had the willpower to run, I think I might join the soccer team as a goalie. :D I did AWESOME during indoor the other day. I blocked every shot that people took at me. The only ball the got in was about 10 minutes after Thompson told us to go change... it was me, Donnie, Ryan, Jake, and I think Andy all screweing around with the ball. Ryan took like four shots and didn't get them through me, even when he was right next to me. He was spazzing. :P Donnie only got a shot after I walked away to change, and he had to CHUCK the damn ball to even get it in. I was quite proud. Freakin' Baker came up to me in pre-calc and was like, "So why aren't you on the soccer team again?" I just blinked at her, then looked down at myself, back up, and smiled. "That's why." Hehehe. Being cruel to myself is fun.
Random song quote: "Your lips move but I cannot hear what you say."
~Shadowmaster~
