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.