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Random lengthy mundane update
May. 16th, 2005 05:33 pmI'm rather impressed with myself as I actually got up on time today and remembered to pack lunch. This is becoming increasingly unheard-of as the year progresses.
Unfortunately, things went a bit downhill from there. Got to zero today and the floor of the girl's locker room was covered in random wrappers and Gatorade bottles and other food-related things that should not be on the floor, sort of half-swept into a pile almost directly in front of my locker like someone had decided to clean it up and then got bored. It apparently didn't occur to this person to mop up the large puddle of pink/red sports drink also right by my locker. >.< I walk in and I say "Ew, lovely" to myself. Ed says "Yeah, I don't know what happened. Next time I go look at a school I'm asking to see their locker room first thing; you can tell a lot about a school that way" to me. Fortunately she seemed to remember that we're not on speaking terms soon enough and that was the only full sentence from her for the day. (Man, that sounds really petty. But I want to be left alone and I think I deserve that much by now.)
In between zero and first I say "Hi" and Ella immediately picks up the conversation from where we left it last night. Now, any time of day is too early for that conversation, but 7h45 a.m. especially so. So I start the day off already annoyed at three people: Ed for ignoring my request not to speak to me, Matt for being a co-dependent asshole, and Ella for reminding me that Matt exists which I'd expressly asked her not to do. Twice.
Luckily, this was the low point of my day, as things get better in math (well, that's how you know you were in a bad mood). Leprechaun gives me Mountain Dew, which is always welcome. Office calls asking Mr. Nunez to sent a student down to the office to get a message for him, and Emily starts waving her hands and going "ME, ME, PICK ME..." sort of thing. So Nunez takes a good three minutes to slowly scan the class and ponder, just to piss her off, and finally picks me, who had stopped paying attention by now.
Second period I ignored everybody and did my homework with my headphones on (yay for In Extremo; can drown even Pork out). Then French was French. Grammar stuff. Ce que, ce qui, ce dont. Kind of complicated grammar stuff.
In History db told us a long rambling story about why he hates Syracuse, after a long rambling lecture on the importance of the anthracite coal deposits in Pennsylvania and how they got them to New York (complete with very badly drawn map). Apparently he went to a Dead concert (*tries to imagine db at a Dead concert and fails*) in Syracuse at which the sound was bad, and then went to a Bruce Springsteen concert there at which the police towed eight hundred cars that were parked in the street, including his, and it took him 24 hours and several hundred dollars to finally get it back and get out of there. It was actually very entertaining watching him complain about it.
I sort of spaced out during lunch and all I remember is Dan saying he needs a bunch of pirate names. *makes mental note* Oh, and walking out of lunch and into English somebody threw what I believe to be antibacterial hand gel or soap on me (although I don't think at me. I think they just threw it and it got all over my coat and backpack).
Student teacher in English. Most notable bits of class were spiffy Langston Hughes poem on how America is not America for various marginalized groups of people and needs to be made America again, and Sam Sabky relating the chapter on the economic history of California to the ideas of Karl Marx. It's always a nice change to hear people talk about Marx as if he were an intelligent person and legitimate source of quoteness, which he IS. (Er, was.)
Chem was not interesting.
Finished "Some Like It Hot" in film. Is officially my favorite romantic comedy, although that's not hard because I don't usually like romantic comedies. (I have no problem watching them. They just don't tend to stick with me as wonderful movies.) Drag queens, Marilyn Monroe, Italian gangsters, tasteless jokes about stuff that happens after the twenties, and that "I'm a man, alright?" "Well, nobody's perfect" exchange at the end--simply the funniest romantic comedy I've ever seen. Jack Lemmon is fantastic.
German was not interesting either.
After school Mother poked me into getting nails done with her, so now my hands look really scary (kept the length, so now really long, really red Cruella de Ville nails), feet look dead again (sorry Brian), and I'm all disturbed because we ran into Mrs. Luparella of all people. o.O Damn tiny town.
Then got coffee. Now am procrastinating doing homework before going to therapy back-to-back.
Unfortunately, things went a bit downhill from there. Got to zero today and the floor of the girl's locker room was covered in random wrappers and Gatorade bottles and other food-related things that should not be on the floor, sort of half-swept into a pile almost directly in front of my locker like someone had decided to clean it up and then got bored. It apparently didn't occur to this person to mop up the large puddle of pink/red sports drink also right by my locker. >.< I walk in and I say "Ew, lovely" to myself. Ed says "Yeah, I don't know what happened. Next time I go look at a school I'm asking to see their locker room first thing; you can tell a lot about a school that way" to me. Fortunately she seemed to remember that we're not on speaking terms soon enough and that was the only full sentence from her for the day. (Man, that sounds really petty. But I want to be left alone and I think I deserve that much by now.)
In between zero and first I say "Hi" and Ella immediately picks up the conversation from where we left it last night. Now, any time of day is too early for that conversation, but 7h45 a.m. especially so. So I start the day off already annoyed at three people: Ed for ignoring my request not to speak to me, Matt for being a co-dependent asshole, and Ella for reminding me that Matt exists which I'd expressly asked her not to do. Twice.
Luckily, this was the low point of my day, as things get better in math (well, that's how you know you were in a bad mood). Leprechaun gives me Mountain Dew, which is always welcome. Office calls asking Mr. Nunez to sent a student down to the office to get a message for him, and Emily starts waving her hands and going "ME, ME, PICK ME..." sort of thing. So Nunez takes a good three minutes to slowly scan the class and ponder, just to piss her off, and finally picks me, who had stopped paying attention by now.
Second period I ignored everybody and did my homework with my headphones on (yay for In Extremo; can drown even Pork out). Then French was French. Grammar stuff. Ce que, ce qui, ce dont. Kind of complicated grammar stuff.
In History db told us a long rambling story about why he hates Syracuse, after a long rambling lecture on the importance of the anthracite coal deposits in Pennsylvania and how they got them to New York (complete with very badly drawn map). Apparently he went to a Dead concert (*tries to imagine db at a Dead concert and fails*) in Syracuse at which the sound was bad, and then went to a Bruce Springsteen concert there at which the police towed eight hundred cars that were parked in the street, including his, and it took him 24 hours and several hundred dollars to finally get it back and get out of there. It was actually very entertaining watching him complain about it.
I sort of spaced out during lunch and all I remember is Dan saying he needs a bunch of pirate names. *makes mental note* Oh, and walking out of lunch and into English somebody threw what I believe to be antibacterial hand gel or soap on me (although I don't think at me. I think they just threw it and it got all over my coat and backpack).
Student teacher in English. Most notable bits of class were spiffy Langston Hughes poem on how America is not America for various marginalized groups of people and needs to be made America again, and Sam Sabky relating the chapter on the economic history of California to the ideas of Karl Marx. It's always a nice change to hear people talk about Marx as if he were an intelligent person and legitimate source of quoteness, which he IS. (Er, was.)
Chem was not interesting.
Finished "Some Like It Hot" in film. Is officially my favorite romantic comedy, although that's not hard because I don't usually like romantic comedies. (I have no problem watching them. They just don't tend to stick with me as wonderful movies.) Drag queens, Marilyn Monroe, Italian gangsters, tasteless jokes about stuff that happens after the twenties, and that "I'm a man, alright?" "Well, nobody's perfect" exchange at the end--simply the funniest romantic comedy I've ever seen. Jack Lemmon is fantastic.
German was not interesting either.
After school Mother poked me into getting nails done with her, so now my hands look really scary (kept the length, so now really long, really red Cruella de Ville nails), feet look dead again (sorry Brian), and I'm all disturbed because we ran into Mrs. Luparella of all people. o.O Damn tiny town.
Then got coffee. Now am procrastinating doing homework before going to therapy back-to-back.