I am just taking a small break now. I have been studying for my History test for about an hour and a little bit more. I find it interesting when I read it on my own, but I hate listening to my teacher lecture for fifty minutes a day. It gets to be rather tiresome. Anyway, I have visions of acing that test tomorrow. I think I have a Spanish one too, but I don't care because I never study for anything in that class. We did our little restauraunt play today; I felt so stupid. I have a few little stories about school today, but I'll wait until later to write about them. One is kind of funny, and one is just perplexing and part of my ongoing problem. I finally signed up for PSATs today with my guidence councelor. At first I wasn't sure if I would like him, because he was always getting bad reccomendations from other students. But I find him to be extremely nice and kind. Last year he switched my gym class for me just because I wanted to be in a class with Min. He was really nice about it. He reminds me of Santa Clause, with a white beard, and blue eyes, and a rosy nose. Hey, if he needs some extra money when holidays roll around, maybe I should suggest that to him. j/k
Okay, my break is over. Time to get back to work. I'll write some more later.
7:51 p.m.
Finally finished!! Oooh, my head hurts. A whole twenty five years or so of America's most turbulent times crushed into my memory. Well, at least I finally feel well-prepared for a test. It is very hard to feel prepared these days. I actually spent around three hours reviewing materials and actually reading the text. Now I feel as if I actually know what we've been talking about in class for the past few weeks. If I did things right the first time, then I wouldn't have this problem. I would be prepared and not have to spend so long studying. But this is the way it is with me. Other things take priority, and I pay for it later, y'know, making the wrong choice. My dad just came in to ask me to help with a math problem for my sister. I get the right answer, and then he says that I got it wrong. Okay. At least I got the right answer! I've been doing stuff like that for about five years now, and he tells me I'm wrong. Fine, don't ask for my help again...don't waste my time. I shouldn't even help my sister. She's being a little pmsing beast. She pisses me off so much, because she barely eats anything at dinner, and says she's not hungry. She's about 5'2", and weighs less than a hundred pounds. She's like a little bag of bones, and she refuses to eat.
So, today in Calligraphy class. Oh, that was lots of fun. I listened to the pointless Portuguese banter that I am subjected to every day. Pollyanna was translating it for me today into English. I wish now that she didn't, she really didn't have to. She was just calling them stupid and said that they were gross. Which, they were being, but I won't bother to mention the lovely things that they were saying. Then she points to the boy that she usually talks to, and she says to me, "He says that you are beautiful." That was so embarrassing, because, well, I don't know why it was! I turned all red and kind of slid down in my chair. Damn that was embarrassing. I at least said thank you, just to be gracious. Pollyanna said back to him, "She doesn't want to talk to you, she says for you to shut up." I didn't say that, but I started laughing anyway. I mean, it is so complicated. Sometimes I just have no idea what they are all up to, or what they are conspiring against me. Needless to say, class is a little bit more, um...interesting? I told Kathleen, and she was like, "Oh! That's such a nice thing to say! Especially since it's true!" I mean, don't get me wrong, flattery is nice, but it is just not something that I handle well. I always get embarrassed when people compliment me. I get embarrassed by a lot of stuff, actually.
Now, back to the Michael saga. I walked with Mindy from her French class down to our lockers. We were just casually discussing prom and stuff, and when we got to the lockers, guess who was there? Right. Good guess. So, he just kind of asked me what we were talking about, and Mindy told him. Then, he said for the second time, but this time to both of us, that he had someone that he wanted to ask, but when Mindy asked him who it was, he wouldn't tell. He said he wouldn't because we've only been in school a month, and it would be stupid to ask so soon. Hmph. I was just kind of wondering now, and I really want to know who it is, if in fact, it is not me. After he made this little statement, he shuffled away really quickly to class. I don't know, but I want to know!! *grr* I don't want to ask him again, because he might get mad at me or something. But, I am very curious...who could he possibly want to ask? Probably someone I don't even know. I don't...wait. I almost typed that I don't care. But, that is wrong. I do.
Dum de dum...needless to say, I am not down in the dumps or anything. I'm just...curious. <3