Music: "Sonne" - Rammstein
Today wasn't too bad, I suppose. For some reason Lee's been in my head all day, and it kind of freaks me out. All I can think about is Christmas Christmas Christmas and how wrong everything can go the next time I got back to West Texas.
How fucking ridiculous is that?
I shouldn't have to fear a fifty year old man.
I should NEVER have to fear any man.
Anyways:
I missed my bus this morning, and was in a terrible mood. Lee started buzzing in my head, and I became horribly withdrawn.
Biology - worked on kingdoms, phylums, etcetera. Logan and Hunter took note on my "depression" and introversion. Icky.
Math - math quiz. Kind of easy, I guess.
World History - did notes the entire time. Woohoo, I guess. Reviewed some US History for next week. Kind of weirded me out.
Lunch -retardation, completed English homework and studied a little for Mrs. Hummel's quiz. heard others play spoons... didn't eat lunch. Ew. I might just stop eating lunch altogether. It doesn't really bother me all that much, and I'll get food by the end of the day in some fashion.
Academic Decathlon - took the yearbook picture, so blah. Came back, studied, and then went to the career center to ask some questions on my Accuplacer submission thing online. Kind of nasty.
Oral Interp - finished my intro after trying to sleep (I've been a sleepy bastard all day). Did some blocking on my Matheson piece. Very nifty.
Latin - did a worksheet, translated a little bit of a story, etcetera. How gross.
English - discussed poetry. Kind of neat; I hate contemporary poetry, but stanzas writ before the nineteenth century are not appreciated as oft as they should.
My friend Aaron --who's been expelled recently, apparently, for wearing knuckles to school on "school grounds"-- came back unexpectedly today. I missed him... I thought he was avoiding me the last time he was around, but he suddenly had no problem talking to me. How strange. It was good to see him, though. Good old Mormon Aaron.
In English, we have a poetry unit project coming up where we have to scribe our own lil' series of stanzas.
My subject = Zacharia "Jezach" David.
Like I said before: Oysters, indie, and Christ. Hell yeah.
I guess life could be more interesting. More lively.
But, Dave & Buster's is tomorrow. Pull an all-nighter with Senor Travissimo. Badass, much? I don't know who else is going, but I'm afraid of being a tightass (which I know I am around people that I don't know... absolutely disgusting; I hope no one that I'm acquainted with awkwardly goes; I'll be sad).
Come on, tomorrow. Burn those calories.
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