Sarcastic Complaints

Did I really think that nothing could ever be as bad as four hours in a classroom, learning about the rules and laws of driving? Those six days never seemed like they would end, and when they finally did, all I felt like was that I had wasted twenty-four hours of my life, learning things I already knew. But what else can I do, I thought to myself. There is no way I'm waiting until I'm eighteen to get my licence.

Oh, silly Jeni. There are things much worse than wasting time in a classroom, and they come in the form of in-cars.

For those who have no idea what these are, they're just when a driving instructor comes to pick you up at your home, and you drive around with them in the car for two hours. Seems harmless, yes? Wrong. I am a mostly anti-social person who will not really speak unless spoken to, and even then I need some prodding. Yes, I realize that this is not good, my parents have told me, but in all honesty, where else have I learned it from rather than them? They're almost worse than I am, so I want to hear nothing else.

Anyway, she came and picked me up, and I got yelled at as soon as I sat down, because I "approached the car from the wrong direction." ... I'm sorry that my house is on the right side of the car, ma'am, but excuse me, I'll make sure to come at you from the woods next time. Of course, I didn't say this, I just apologized and started to adjust things. Then she asked to see my temps, and I got the card and the paper out. When I handed her the paper, she held it for a second, looking at me, and I her. That went on for about thirty seconds before I said, "Um..." And she rolled her eyes and turned to the paper, leaving me there bewildered. Um, thanks?

Then she proceeded to walk me through starting the car like I was five. Thank, lady, but I've driven before, and I don't need you to walk me through it step by step... Yes, I do know how to put the keys in, thanks for asking. No, really? I have to adjust the mirror so I can see out of it? Huh. I have to scoot the seat up so I can reach the pedals, who would have 'thunk? Sarcasm aside, I knew all this, and she told me as I was trying to do it. The car is unfamiliar, I'm used to driving a big jeep or van, so bare with me as I downscale.

Maneuverability.... oh, god, it will be the death of me. Guess how many cones I knocked down? Just guess .

That's right-two, knocked them down and dragged them. Guess how many I hit? Two. Lucky numbed, eh? Two hours in the car, two cones knocked down, two cones hit!

In all fairness, it was my first time ever, but did she have to be so rude about it? "*sigh* No, Jeni, the other way!" "STOP!" "Stop the car. Turn it off. Now get out and set the cones up again, and don't you dare knock them over again." "Are you aggravated? Yes? Well, you shouldn't get that way."

*fume*

Maybe not so bad sounding, but you know what? It all has to do with the voice they use while they say it, and I thought I was going to leap across the seat and stangle her.

When it was finally over, I had to go pick up another kid who's about my age. No big deal, right? Maybe not for those of you who enjoy meeting new people, those who love introductions. She made us stand outside of the effing car, shake hands, and introduce ourselves. Guess who wanted to go lay down in front of the next passing car by this time?

Now I'm home, finally, but I don't get to chill out. No, instead I have to go work for six hours, and do it all over again tomorrow. Whoever comes today at work had best be nice, because I'm already livid enough that I could hit something....

Until next time,
Jeni

Illness and lack of good judgement

Eck. If ever you wanted to torture me for some reason, find a way to get me sick.



I don't get sick, ever. In the last five years, I've only missed school once [now twice] because I felt bad enough to be in bed all day. Thursday night/Friday morning, I shook for three hours before I had enough sense to down some advil. Then, I told my dad, "There is no way I am going to school today." and went back to bed. I slept in until noon, which I haven't done in ages, then I went to the barn, where I felt so dizzy I nearly fell off, and then I went home to make myself look lively enough that my parents would allow me to go out with Shelby and Allie.



We went downtown to the Cafe on campus to see a school band that plays a bunch of classic rock covers, and a lot of their own music. We're friends with the bassist, who is pretty much amazing, and we watched them perform there. They were supposed to go on at eight, but the band before them played over, so they were forced to cut their set short, they had another show they had to go to, and Shelby, Allie, and I sat in the front, and there were probably about twenty people watching them. After they played at the Cafe, we followed the band to the undercroft of a church to watch their second set. That was even better, because they did a The Who cover, a Boston cover, and a The Eagles cover, plus some of their new and older music.

Then, we all came back to my house until about midnight, when they went home and I crashed. This morning, I'm still feeling dizzy and light headed, and know it was probably against my better judgement to go out last night, but, you know? I don't care. =]

I'm going to go watch the game, now. [I know! Jeni and football? It seems inconceivable]

On Why Biology Sucks/Paramore Concert

My effing lab group... *fumes* I'm going to kill them. All of them except Kenzie.
So, I went up to one kid today in math and said, "Okay, I saved the powerpoint in this place, and this is what you do. If you don't understand it, look at the bottom of that sheet he gave us last week, it explains it all."

Parker and Kenzie were supposed to meet me in the lab sixth period.

So, I get to the lab, and I'm the only one there. Of course. I look at the powerpoint, which is due next period, and see, to my utter disbelief, that Martin not only added more pictures of fungi and flowers that we DIDN'T need, but he failed to add ANY information AT ALL.

So, fuming, I wait for Kenzie to come, because I knew she would show up sooner or later, and fix thigns around, adding info here and there. Well, when she finally gets there, I'm frustrated as can be, because the computer was shutting down on me, and I hadn't saved it because it WOULDN'T save, for some reason. So, she gets there and sees that I'm about to burst, I'm so mad.

Parker never showed up.

Anyway, I looked at Kenzie and shook my head and said, "I'm done. If they want to fail, then fine, let them fail. I'll turn it in late, and they'll get no credit. I'll be sure of it."
Kenzie nodded, and we worked a few moments longer, and we both left, me fuming and getting ready to yell at Parker and Martin.

So, I get into biology, and my friend looks at me and says, "Um..Jeni, are you okay?" So, I told her what happened. She asked me what I was going to do, and all I said was, "You'll hear."

So, I sit down at the table next to Kenzie, facing the boys. I didn't look at them at all. Then Martin looks my way and says, "Did you finish?" I said, calmly, "Nope." They exhanged a look and said, "Why not?!"

I looked to them and said, voice still calm, only deadly calm this time, if I'm being honest, "You two were supposed to have been working on this project for the last four days. All you have done are two ten second videos. *nod at Marin* You came in at fourth period and did NOTHING but add pictures we didn't need! YOU- *glares at Parker* were supposed to be in the lab today, and YOU never showed." By this time, my voice had gotten louder, and pretty much everyone was staring at us. At any other point in time, I would have shut up, but here, I was wayyyyy too mad to stop.

Martin had the nerve to say to me, "Well, I didn't know what to do."
Voice now turning nasty and angry, I said, "I TOLD you what to do! And I said that if you didn't understand to LOOK AT YOUR PAPER!!!" He then says, "Well, I didn't understand the paper." I just looked at him and repeated, voice quiet again, "Oh, you didn't get it?" Him, "No, I didn't get it." So, I pulled my paper out and put it right in front of him and said, "Read it." Parker was watching me like he was afraid I was going to kill someone, and this girl Jordan, Kenzie, and my friend Rachel were all standing to the side, laughing at them, because no one has ever called them out so publicly before.
Martin says, "I already did," while glaring at me.
I took it back and said, "Oh, yeah." Then I proceeded to read the last sentence of the paragraph, where it clearly explains what exactly to write for each slide picture. Then I leaned forward across my desk toward him and said, "Guess you didn't read quite far enough."
Jordan laughs out really loud and can hardly contain her giggles when Parker looks at Martin and says, "Wow. She's really pissed at you."
I looked at him and said, "YOU didn't show up at lunch."

Then Jordan comes up to me and says, "You know, he changed the due date. It now isn't due till Friday."
Oh, yes, helped my mood wonderfully.
Then she said, "But thank you for yelling at them. They were in my lab group before, and they never did anything. They deserve it."

Martin sits next to me in eigth period Spanish, right after biology... He hasn't said or looked at me since then.
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Last night, Allie and I trecked downtown for the Paramore concert. We got in line around six, and doors were to open at six-thirty. When we got there, we ran into one of our friends who started going to the other high school this year, Pat. She was in line with a girl who was really, really annoying, but she got lost in the pit during the concert, so all was well.
Along came Alyssa and Sam, and they stood with us, sort of unwelcome guests because of their morals, but fun because of their attitues.
Doors opened, and we headed straight for the pit, getting in about five or six people back, right in the middle. We stood around for better than an hour as people gathered around us, squeezing us more tightly together. We laughed, joked, Sam got into a fight with a girl who kept yelling at him for no reason *eye roll directed at BOTH of them* ... Fun stuff.
The Starting Line played, and there was supposed to be another band, but their van broke down, so The Starting Line played a full set. When they came on, and they were really, really good, the pit started moving, and, I cna't help it, I loved it.
The funny thign about pits is though it looks like if you fell you'd get plowed over, that really isn't the case. Some girl got dropped right next to me while crowd surfing, and everyone within a three foot radius turned and stopped to make sure she was okay and help her up. Even Sam picked a kid up off the ground.
anyway, they go on, and there's dangerous swaying going on.. Sort of like one sides pushing with all its force against the other-it was really sort of scary, and at one point, half of the middle part of the pit actually fell over. At that point, every single person stopped moshing and helped everyone up. As Green Day once put it, "You gotta look out for each other out there." And that's what they did. Honestly, it made me happy...though I was holding tight on to Allie who was holding tight to Patty to make sure she didn't fall, and I was holding on to the guy beside me, and he was making sure I didn't fall.
Hehe.

Anyway, Paramore came on, and, suddenly, we're like...three people back, and all the way to the side, where it isn't as rough. Which is good, for me. Because my arms and muscles now ache today because the entire time The Starting Line was on, I didn't have enough room to put my right arm down, and, when I did, my left didn't have enough space to cram into.

Paramore was amazing, and they played equal songs form both records, and, even though Allie, Patty, and I were three of like...ten people to know the old stuff, we sang loud and clear...

I love concerts so much.

Night!

Several Things At Once

Here, my friends, is the perfect example of why I do not like people...
In my biology class, we're doing a ridiculous power point in which there has to be better than fifty slides. It's annoying. At the same time, we have a fungus lab, and about a million other papers to do. At our lab tables, we find our groups-I have three other people; two my age and one freshman. Now, I didn't like these two boys who are my age before I was their lab partner, and now I want to wring their necks.
They were working on the powerpoint, and Kenzie and I were working on the lab. I kept asking them, for the past week, "You're sure you're okay with that?" They responded, "Yeah, we're doing pretty well on it."
So, I get to class today, and this is due tomorow, and I look at them and ask if they've finished it yet so I know what I have to work on because they won't do it... They exchange a glance and look at me and don't say anything.
*twitch*
They got the full rage of Jeni thrust upon them, and I'm forcing them both to come in and work in it during their fourth period study hall, one of them I'm forcing to come in furing his fifth period lunch, and the other one is coming to the lab with the freshman and myself to work on it sixth period.
I told them, and they don't believe me when I say this, that I would march right down to wheverever they are, and walk them down to the lab like they're first graders.
If I fail this class because of them, I will wring their necks.

Anyway...
Besides that, the school day went by pretty smoothly and without any major things happening.

And tonight is party night... Allie and I are going to march down to the old concert venue and see Paramore tonight... We are levaing in twenty-four minutes and will stand there for an hour before they let us in... Here, in my small little town, it is freaking fifty degrees out, in the sun.

Wish us luck.

...

Reality hits you really hard when you aren't expecting it... =\

Fun,Fun.

Hm, a particularly devious feeling has come over me in the last few days. I feel like I want to break out and just cause mayhem... Test things that are probably best left alone. But, alas, I am the quiet sixteen-year-old in the back of the room and no one cares. And I'm okay with that, surprisingly enough. Today, and the past few days, really, I have been testing my theory that Ryan is no longer speaking to me. The boy I used to shy away form because he caused me so much distress has been the one I traget these past few days, because, after Homecoming in which I actually slapped him to make him leave me alone, he hasn't even glanced in my direction. I have walked right in front of him, said hi, smiled, but he hasn't said a word or looked in my direction at all.

A change for the better, I must say.

Another person I have been taking this odd mood out on is Amanda... By testing another theory. We haven't spoken now for nearly eight months now, after she sent her "break-up letter," as Allie and I call it, and we are now sharing the same school. I see her a lot, but we never look at each other, and we never exchange words. I've stayed true to that and have just been...walking out in front of her a lot, to see if she'll say anything.

Yes, I am a dork and I do realize that. Just let me have my entertainment, please. =]

Spanish is pretty mcuh killing me, now, and I actually have to go in a few mornings a week to get help with it because I'm doing to horribly. That's life. I told my mom and all she said was, "I failed algebra once."

Hm... What else? I have to work on Halloween, which completely sucks, because I already had plans. But, on the up side, the Paramore concert is on Monday night, and I'm completely excited for that, even though the two mentioned above will be there. No worries, though, because, if my theories hold true, they won't say a word to me.

I've started helping my intructor to train on this one four-year-old Quarter Horse who is broke, but doesn't know how to do much. He's insane, but cute. Hard to ride, but fun because of the challenge. I'll bet you I'll get bucked off or something tomorrow. He tests me, like Twende used to, and I refuse to let him get away with it, so he's been getting mad at me.

Work is better, because now I know that the people I work with actually like me. They aren't a very affectionate group of people, but my aunt, who got me the job in the first place, was tlaking to them and they said, randomly, that they really liked to work with me, so that made my day. Another thing that really made my day was my English teacher, my friend Philip, and a girl in my English class all told me that they really liked my paper and the way it was written. [A new ending for The Scarlet Letter since the original is just so darn depressing]

But now I am off to go grab some food and go to bed to get ready to endure another day of school....and biology...which is the only class, ever, that I've ever wanted to cry during because I just don't get what he's saying, he's so spastic!

Night!

^.^

From Bio Class To Robin Hood

Okay, first off for something no one but me will understand. ^^ Because I'm cool like that.
He's too immature?? And because of that he isn't your type? Don't make me laugh. He's exactly your type, immaturity and all.
You're tired of losing people? Well, let's see whose fault that is... Oh, yeah. YOURS.
Yes, sweetie, I still stalk you through the forum because I like to know what's going on in your life, even if you hate me. =]
*/pointless laughing on my part because she was apparently "in love"*
Anyway, on to different stuff.
My horse is lame...AGAIN. The guy who can fix him is coming up on Thursday, and it's pretty inexpensive, but he's good at what he does, so all should be fine.
I think I actually may have NOT failed my third Spanish test...*crosses fingers, hopefully*
Somehow I'm passing biology... He can't read through all of what we write-he just can't. I have NO idea what I'm doing half the time.

So, over the weekend was the first play of the year. Allie and I helped pass out programs and were stage crew, so it was pretty fun.
Except that the man who runs construction crew [which we were also on] has his son, a freshman, come and help, so the kid was there all weekend. Allie and I have picked up YET another unwelcome fan... =\
Why? No idea. I am mean, and I admit it.

Robin Hood is MIA. It was supposed to start on the sixth, but it never came on...sadness. Hopefully it'll come around, sooner or later.
Off to work on the endless amounts of homework.
*waves*

Quickie Before Work

Well. (:
Homecoming was last weekend, and it was pretty much amazing...even though Allie had that one kid who kept...following... No, pretty much stalking her. =\ Freshman.
Schools redundant, but getting better...
My English teacher told me that she loves to read my writings, and actually enjoys grading them....so, that pretty much made my day.
anyway...
*runs to work before she's late*

In The Need of Some Ranting....

I know how to count back change, thank you, Dad.
I don't need a ten minute lesson for you to show me how to do the job I've already had for weeks. I know what to do, I've been doing well. I don't need it.
It isn't my fault that stupid man scammed me, he's just good at what he does, as mom told you, as my manager told me. Ugh.
I'm old enough to know that I screwed up, I don't need you to keep showing me again and again how to do it "correctly."

*is irritated*

Life Goes On

Slow, fast...doesn't matter, it keeps passing by. Usually the opposite way that one would like it, but that's how life works.
I would simply like to point out to everyone that I, despite the popular beilef, am doing fairly well in Spanish this year. I finally have a good teacher, and I finally understand what is going on. She's a bit ditzy, but she's funny, nice, and makes you understand it. Makes sense that I don't get a good teacher till my third and final year, huh? Despite the D I got on my first test of the year [I spelled THREE words wrong, adding an extra 'i' to all of them, and it was only a few points] I have an B in the class and *gasp* all of my participation points in. Surprise, surprise.
And biology. Good Lord. I have no idea what I'm doing in there half the time, I never know what he's talking about, and I just got a low B on the quiz, btu you know what I have in that class? 102%. Now, I ask you, how the heck did that happen? No idea.
Intro to theatre... Oh man...that was supposed to be a blow off class, but Allie and I are so against that teacher that I'm barely scraping an A. Better shape up in there...
Geometry... Ugh. Just ugh. Math. Gotten Bs on all my quizes, and I currently have an 88% average. Not too bad, I guess.
But remember fireds, for all of these classes I have but a few things turned in. They'll either go up or down...hopefully the first.
Anyway, I'll edit this tomorrow.
Night!

Why yes, I did steal this from someone....

Please, don't ask why, but I love filling these things out.

1. What's a commonly used nickname people call you by? Jeni

2. What's your favourite color? Purple

3. What's your favourite food? um... It would have to be... probably pizza. or salad...

4. Are you a squeamish person? needles...yes. Blood, not so much.

5. What's your favorite animal? Cats...and horses, of course.

6. Biggest pet peeve? Spelling errors in books.

7. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? Limited to one place? If I could, I would travel to pretty much everywhere.

8. Do you cry easily? Ugh. Too easily.

9. Do you generally have a good, loving family? Yeah

10. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? No

11. Do you have many phobias? Not a lot...just needles.

12. Favourite genre of music? I listen to pretty much everything...except rap and r&b and pretty much stuff related to that.

13. Are you a trendsetter, a trend follower, or do you dress originally? I don't really set trends, but I don't really follow them either....

14. Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose? I made myself trip in soccer one time...because she wouldn't let us stop running, and I needed that two seconds of not doing it... rock cut me pretty badly on the knee and I got more time off than I originally intended.

15. Do you like school? This year... No.

16. Are you known to spend your money quickly? No.

17. What time is it right now? 6:44pm

18. Are you on the computer a lot? Too much.

19. Pet hermit crabs- a good thing or a bad thing? Considering my older brother somehow manged to lose two that we never found... No good.

20. Leftie or Righty? Can be both.

21. Do you have any scars/stretch marks, etc? Lots of scars from various stunts from childhood.

22. Do you have dull elbows or pointy elbows? People tell me I have pointy.

23. Timmies or Starbucks? I have never heard of Timmies, but anything is better than Starbucks.

24. Do you have any sleeping problems? It takes me forever to fall asleep. And I never sleep very well... Never soundly, always talking and moving around.

25. Are you a shy person? Not really... I just...don't like meeting new people. At all.

26. Are you a gift-giver? Um...Sure.

27. Warm or cold? Cold. I can get warm quicker then I can get cool again.

28. Do you like meeting new people? No. Never. Period. AWKWARD on my part.

Since When Are Weekends Supposed to be the Bane of My Existence?

Don't get me wrong, getting away from school for a whole two days is absolutely amazing, but for the past however many Saturdays, I have had to work. While I only work six to eight hour shifts, I either have the morning and early afternoon off, or from four on off. If I have to work on Saturday night, I go out with my friends on Friday... So why does Saturday just suck so much?

Because it's the weekend. It's a Saturday night... Sooner or later I will be fine with this habit of working, but, as of now, it pretty much puts a damper on my weekends. I spend Friday night thinking, "Woo-hoo! I don't have to work 'till tomorrow!" and then I spend all of my Saturday morning and afternoon dreading the fact that I have to go in.

Like now.

My shift starts in thirty-seven minutes, and I am not dressed, I have to drive there, get my stuff ready, drop by the bank and put the money I made last pay period into the bank.

Is a car really worth all of this? I find myself apsolutely dreading it sometimes...it all depends on who I'm working with. I love to work with my manager and this one other girl... Everyone else, though... I don't know. I'm already bad enough as it is around people without having to work and screw up around them in a six hour span. And working with people, my friends, is what I need to become much, much better at, or I'm never going to make it through life.

Excuse my random....selfpity? Nervousness? I don't know what to call it.

Anyway, I am now off to run the cash register for six hours.

Night.

The last two days have seemed to be extremely long, freakishly painful days. Not only have I run into the one person I would like to simply push out of my memory altogether a million times, classes and teachers and other people just upset me so much. Being around people is not a strong point of mine, and I need an escape every once in a while, just a moment or two by myself so that I can regroup and face them again. When I get stressed and I'm already tired of being around people, I get small anxiety attacks.
No fun.
Yesterday was just...terrible. I didn't sleep well, so I was tired when I got up, anyway. Allie and I went out to breakfast, and it did nothing but make me feel sick. When we finally got to school, first period, intro. to theatre, loomed over my head. There are only eleven people in the class, and I have it with Allie, but the teacher... She makes me so mad, for some reason. She has yet to differentiate between Allie and myself, and whenever she assigns parts, she's wave her hand between the two of us like...ugh, no good comparisons come to mind at the moment. Anyway, she knows that one of us is 'Jeni' and thinks that the other is 'Alex.' The way she talks to us and just is around us makes me feel like I did something to her, but that's just idiotic. *shrug*
Anyway, on past second to third period Geometry. All right, it's math. Painful enough as it gets, already. I don't understand it, and my teacher asks things like, "Do disinfectant wipes take out stains?" For the record, they don't. She had a kid try.
Fifth period, honors history. I love history, a lot, I adore it, for some reason. Learning about some guys from the 1800's is my favorite. But we had a test today that I had no time to study for, and I was freaking out about it yesterday.
Seventh period honors biology...oh. my. goodness. I want to bash my head into the desk. My teacher is so spastic and never gives out the same homework assignments to all the classes and then forgets he collected work, or doesn't grade it at all, he'll go off on something random, he'll say, "Oh NO! You only have twenty minutes left, better get started on your lab!" and will still be talking ten minutes later, he knows be by my last name ONLY, and I am one of five people in the class whose name he knows.
Ugh, moving on because there is way too much to say about him...
Spanish. The bane of my existence. I'm in my third and final year of it, but it is absolute hell already. We're doing a group project, and I got landed with two juniors I don't know. Well, neither of them will do any of the work, so I have to do it all. They won't contribute at all, and there is no way I'm going to take it if they get the same grade as I do. But that's fine... they still have no idea what grade I'm in, let alone my name. So, that's fun. heh. No, I have no idea what I'm doing, and they are no help at all.
And then I had to go to work for six hours and play random history things in my head so I would remember for today's test. The last half hour when by painstakingly slow, and then I got paid for my hours last week, went home, studied, and crashed.
Now that I type it up, it doesn't sound so terrible, but it was so incredibly frustrating and stressful.

Failures.

People never cease to amaze me. Once you think they've said the stupidest thing they can, they surprise you again, making you doubt yourself. No one older than twelve-years-old should write a sentence that goes like this, "I think that way because I just do."... And that is all the further I dare to go. Too many really, really mean comments can come out, and I need to work on being nicer. (:

My bio lab group killed two daphnias [water flees] today. Well, one we killed...the other went missing, somehow... I'll let you figure out that one. It is quite the story, but it's long and I'm too lazy to type it up.

In other news, I was looking around on this quiz site because I was ridiculously bored, and if I had a penny for every "Seven Minutes in Heaven" quizzes I saw [with much, much worse grammar, I may add], I would be a very, very well off woman. I would be able to retire early.... And I also love how whenever I find a potential quiz that looks like it could be decent because its grammar does not consist of "u no, i no, we all no b4 them other people." Now that, "phrases" I saw that I just stuck together, just makes me cringe.... Anyway, whenever I find a maybe-decent quiz, and I take it... My results always come out so much differently than they should. *shakes head*
People fail. Lots.

Just for the record... Dial up SUCKS. Ugh! It is so slow, and it pays by the hour. Thank God those three days are over.
Anyway.
Now that I'm writing again, I would like to point out an event that we all should have been looking forward to has now passed us by-my first day as a working woman. *holds for gasps and claps*
Yes, my friends, that day came upon us yesterday evening at five until ten. Only once did I give out wrong change, and only three times did I lock up the stupiud register and have to call the manager back up. Yes, people, I did well... so says my boss. And now I get to go back, ugh, on Saturday.
*falls over*
Anyway, school is back in, and I think that I am finally falling back into the gist of things, even though there are two people I would transer schools if only I would never have to see them again.
And Mary, if you're reading this, I promise. (:

Time to think of potential food choices.
*waves*

Random and Short

And so I return from my weekend away.

Nothing of interest to say about it, except the fact that my three-year-old cousin showed me how she could breast feed her doll. That was nothing short of interesting.

This kid walked up to my older sister and I when we were standing and talking on Sunday, and he says, "My friend is looking for a girlfriend. Do either of you have boyfriends?" I just sort of gave him this look, but my sister laughed and said, "How old are you?" "I'm fourteen." She laughed again and said, "Way too old, buddy. Go find someone else." "Well, how old are you?" "Twenty-one." "...Oh." He sort of gave me a hopeful look, but I just turned away. It was pretty funny.

Hmm.... What else? I have homework to do today that I put off all weekend, even though I had two, three-hour car rides to do it in. Procrastinator! But we already knew that.

I'm gone. *waves and skips away*

People. Seriously.

In my journalism class, we had to interview each other-teacher picked the groups.
Well, I got landed with this one senior who I had never talked to before today... It was...interesting... I'm not sure that word can accurately describe the way this interview went.

Anyway, we had a list of questions to ask each other. When I went to write down who I was interviewing, I asked him what his name was... And he said this, "Hello, I'm ____, and I'm an alcoholic." I was writing already, but I managed to not get a look on my face when he said this and just sort of nodded and said, "Uh... okay." because, seriously, I had no idea how to take that. His tone was serious, but at the same time not, and he had no reaction to my reaction so....yeah.

Moving on. We started to ask questions, and he told me that his favorite childhood memory was being locked in a trunk by his brother when he was nine. Um... No reaction to that on my part, either-I just wrote it down. Next question was what hobbies you did... He said, "I don't have any..." I start to write that down, and he says, "Unless you count socking people." Once again-hid my expression pretty well.

Favorite Exercise? "Bop-it." I said, "That's...fun." And he wrote that down as my answer, too. Favorite food? "Well, what I like to eat isn't exactly food, but I do enjoy coconut flavors. Not the food-the flavor!" Uh...k. "Hardcore gangsta rap" was his favorite type of music. Favorite author? "I can't read." Me, *blink.* "Yeah, that's why I'm letting you ask all the questions." Me, "Um...okay." One thing you'd change about yourself? "Well, I'd really like to be a woman." *blink* "Oh, you know, not forever. Just for a day." By this time, I knew well enough to NOT ask the secret desire question, or the my mother always told me... one. If you could have dinner with anyone in history? "Hitler." Me, "Seriously?" "YEAH!" "Um..."

Can't read, huh? He started asking the questions, then, because I'd sort of backed off of asking them, by now. He asked me most of them, and I didn't dare return the questions.

Then we were done, and he said, "You're in Spanish, aren't you?" Me, "Yeah." Him, "I saw you walking to class all last year." Me, "Congratulations." him, "And I see you walking to classes sometimes, now." Thank god for the bell.

One down. One hundred seventy-nine to go.

School today was nothing short of ridiculous. What else could one expect, though? It is the first day.

My alarm went off at 5:30, and I hit the snooze button four times before finally getting out of bed to get ready for the day.
Anyway, Allie and I got to school, and we wandered around for a while before the bell rang and we were late to first period... Whoops. Into to theater. This class, taught by a woman who helps run the school theater department, has a total of eleven kids in it-soon to be ten, as one is dropping it. Most of them are freshman and seniors, Allie and I being the only sophomores... Go us.

The school decided to do something new this year-an introduction ceremony at eight in the morning with a bunch of high school kids. Who was the brilliant one to think up that one? It was a monumental waste of time, not to mention hot and crowded. Anyway, after that was finally over, we made our way to second period, went on to third, blah. The rest of the day went by painfully slow.

FINALLY. Home time. I was supposed to go take a drug test for a job I now have, but they realized that they are not allowed to give me one because I'm a minor. Can you say score? Not that I'd fail it, anyway-I just really didn't want to do it. I work ten to twelve hours a week, earning $7.50 an hour, with a quarter raise in March, plus, insurance if I'm still working there when the one my parents have set for me expires when I turn twenty-one.

And now... homework. Mehness.

The first of...many[?]

School starts tomorrow. How depressing. Summer went by entirly too quickly. Now all I have to look forward to are school, work, driver's ed [meh], and the barn. Fun stuff, if I do say so myself. At least I'm back to seeing people I like again.... And now I'm going to stop trying to make school look happier than it is.

On to happier things-
Twende FINALLY has the canter to the right down, and can pick it up from a stand still, walk, and trot with no hesitation at all. Can you say score? He went lame earlier in the summer, and was off for almost two months, so we had to pretty mcuh start all over on the canter, and now he can do it and doesn't kick out on me anymore. Yay!

Uh...hm.

Robin Hood is amazing. Whew.
2006 English TV series....
http://imdb.com/title/tt0787985/
I love Jonas Armstrong sooooo much, now.
*has a fangirl moment before moving on*

Yeah, if you get a chance to see it, watch it. The first episode is pretty corney, but after that it's simply amazing.

Anyway, I am now off to maybe go to sleep so I won't fall over in the halls more often than usual tomorrow.