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!