[32] Phone Calls, Broken Plaster, Friends Dating, And Oh My God...
Well, holy buttsnort, today was... WOWZA....
I woke up, I got into a fight with my mom 'cus she wakes me up by spraying me with water, I grad the spray bottle, chuck it down the stairs, it whacks this weird drop ceiling wall thing we have over our staircase, breaks the plaster, and leaves me sobbing for her not to tell Stephen (or, at least not while I'm around).
I send Mrs. G my new e-mail address.
I almost missed the bus, luckily, Tod loves me, so he pulled around and let me in, even though, technically, he wasn't s'posed to.
I get on the bus, sit down, Yamari has this dumb tack-filled eraser, I was gonna comment on it... "Hey, Yamari?" I asked, pleasantly, mind you! She glares, and snaps "what?". Jerk.
I write this can is EPIC! in sharpie on an unopened diet caffeine free coke that I've had in my backpack for GOD-knows-how-long, then proceeded to write "epic" all over it. From that point on, it was my "epic can; a new page in our generation". That new page in our generation is resting on thee shelf in locker 229 on the 3rd floor.
Bethanee, Dezhane, and I decide that Acazia has a skank stick shoved up her... "behind".
I have to sit with Yamari, Anissa, and Priyanka in algebra. Priyanka won't stop bugging me about Starquest. Anissa, as usual, makes me feel short, fat, ugly, and stupid in comparison. Yamari tries wwwaaaayyyyyyy too hard to be eccentric, then has the guts to roll her eyes at me when I showed Anissa my can of epicness. I swear to god, one of these days, I am going to backhand her so hard that her face bleeds. Rawr.
In science, Mrs. Griffin makes me near-cry, as usual. I lovehate her. I sit next to Mitchell, we talk the entire time. He tells me he's insulated in awesomeness. I take notes and doodle. My doodles are, as usual, beyond sexy. Mitchell shares his periodic table with me! Mitchell lets me cheat off of him. Bell rings.
Art, was okay, other than Allison WHOREton and Brett flirting the whole way through, making me even more upset than I already was. Really, she's a skank. You should hear the stories she tells about her life. Shudder. I iron my linoleum for too long, it gets too soft, and I mutilate Josh Ramsay's face. This Josh Ramsay linoleum print probably won't turn out the way I was hoping it would. Poor Josh's face...
Passing from art to lunch, MITCHELL LET ME FIX HIS SOCK! 8D
Lunch was... Depressing. Brett, once again, didn't sit with us (or, me, seeing as whenever I don't sit there, he does). Alex has become perverted over the summer. He's not the cute, sweet, loving, innocent boy that I gave up smoking for last summer. But I can't help but still kinda adore him. Nicole, Sophie, Ann Marie, and (surprise, surprise) Allison WHOREton flirt with him endlessly. They have no idea how much my breath hitched when our hips accidentally touched, Alex's and mine. He has Nicole's phone number written on the inside of his assignment notebook. He didn't even remember mine, and he made up a rhyme to remember it! I still remember his, goddarnit! From LAST YEAR! And I didn't make a clever rhyme!
I sit there sadly, look over at Emily a couple of times, feeling kind of sorry for her, then feeling kind of sorry for myself. I wrote a pretty poem called Lunchroom Confessions. I'd post it here, but no one would read it. I wallow in misery until we're dismissed. I shove my Hot Cheetos in my pocket, gather up my stuff, and leave.
Fourth hour was... Uneventful, other than Brett displaying more of his immaturity, and Tatianna and I chatting. Unlike last year, she's really nice and really fun to be around... Weird, huh?
Oh yeah, I'm proud of myself for CONTAINING FROM LAUGHING when butt-crack showing, pants-"poop"ing, stutter-me-retard pronounced that his brother "smokes a lot of faggots", in reference to cigarettes.... Mrs. Short got pissed 'cus everyone was stifling laughs with hands, putting their mouths in their elbows, or putting their heads down so that they wouldn't crack up.
Fifth hour, we SRI tested. I was upset. I hadn't slept last night. I only got a 1355. Gross. Last year, I got a 1634. The top is 1800. I feel dumb. The test recommended a lot of Poe. I'm like, I've already read all that, idiots!
Sixth hour was blah-blah-blah-boring. I got a little work done on chapter 4 of Inter Spem Et Metum... I just laughed because "Sperm" was a spell correct for Spem. I talked to Mark, mainly a one-sided conversation:
"I bet Emily's going to ask me to come over again."
"Oh."
"I'll say yes, of course."
"Cool."
"She's really the best ever, you know."
"Hm."
"My mom'll probably say no, though..."
"Fun."
"You think that if I pull the missed-my-bus again, she'd think I was lying?"
"-laughs- Yes."
"Maybe just that me bus'll be late, then. She likes everything punctual."
"-laughs again- Good idea."
"You know who's been being really b***hy lately?"
"Hm?"
"Yamari."
"Oh."
"She tries too hard to be eccentric. It's disgusting and pathetic. It really is."
"I agree with you on that one."
"Like, seriously! She runs around going 'Chan-Chan! Chan-Chan!', trying to be techno, scene, emo, and Japanese all at the same time! She is godd**n black, she is not Japanese! She needs to shut up! She is all attitude-changy and like 'I'm trying to be funny and crazy and I'm really obvious, LOVE ME' and she's so bad at it! She doesn't know what mood swings ARE! I'm more mood-swingy on a regular basis than she is while she's goshdarn PMS-ing! Some of us have mental illnesses that cause it! You already get diabetes, Yamari! Bi-polar is my thing! Ugh. She is such a disgusting poser. I can't stand her anymore!"
"Yeah, and then if you do something weird, she gets mad."
"Thank you, Mark. Finally, someone else notices besides Stephen, Emily, and I!"
"Stephen?"
"My dad."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"Edwin didn't believe me when I said I'd backhand him across the room."
"-laughs- he doesn't believe anything."
"True that, my brother."
"I know you would."
"Thank you again, Mark Fey... No relations to Tina."
"-laughs- Yeah."
"You laugh too much."
"Fun."
"I always tell how close class is to ending by how many buses are lined up."
"-laughs- sometimes I do that, too."
Mrs. Johns treats me like a retarded 3-year-old, bell rings, I go back to my locker.
Emily's in the hall. She asks if I want to come over, I call home on her cell phone. Karen and Ethan don't realize that it's common courtesy to STOP SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER when you're about half a foot away, and standing about less than that from a person who's on the phone. Geez. Then I ranted about people talking while you're on the phone at Emily whilst she talked to her mom on the phone.
I lied, said my bus was late, got to go home with Emily 'til 5.
I arrived home 5-ish. I was absolutely thrilled to learn that Daniel from Marwood had called! I was anxious to call back. Then I got the jitters.
Oh my god, why does he want to talk to me? Is it urgent? Does he just want to talk? Or is he calling for Catherine? I mean, she was my big sib! oh my god, did I forget about the reunion? i hope not! that would be terrible! ugh! I bet I did something wrong, I mean, no one else from Marwood has contacted me at ALL other than Ava. Ugh. Ava. But, anyway, when should I call him back? I'll put him on my contacts. Okay, I'll call him... Wait, is it his cell phone or his house phone? Does he HAVE a cell phone? Oh god, what if I'm like "hi, may I speak to Daniel?" and it's his cell phone?! I'll make even more of an idiot out of myself! OHNOO! Okay, answering machine... It's their home phone. I'll save that factoid for future reference. Should I leave a message? What should I say? Screw it, I'll call back later. <.<
Yeah. That was fun.
I chilled on the computer for a bit, answered a Starquest e-mail.
I have yet to do any homework.
I sign onto AIM from my cell phone and chat with Erin. Marc Trautmann asked her out. She was ecstatic! I feel happy for her. :3... There's more to it, though, but I'm getting tired of typing so I'll go more into that later. Like, in a different journal.
Then my phone FROZE. I tried turning it off, closing it, plugging it in, EVERYTHING, yet Roman remains frozen! Roman being my phone, duh. I should probably go check on him.
And now, here I am.
Does my day sound fun?
Good, it doesn't sound fun to me either.
xMargie!
I woke up, I got into a fight with my mom 'cus she wakes me up by spraying me with water, I grad the spray bottle, chuck it down the stairs, it whacks this weird drop ceiling wall thing we have over our staircase, breaks the plaster, and leaves me sobbing for her not to tell Stephen (or, at least not while I'm around).
I send Mrs. G my new e-mail address.
I almost missed the bus, luckily, Tod loves me, so he pulled around and let me in, even though, technically, he wasn't s'posed to.
I get on the bus, sit down, Yamari has this dumb tack-filled eraser, I was gonna comment on it... "Hey, Yamari?" I asked, pleasantly, mind you! She glares, and snaps "what?". Jerk.
I write this can is EPIC! in sharpie on an unopened diet caffeine free coke that I've had in my backpack for GOD-knows-how-long, then proceeded to write "epic" all over it. From that point on, it was my "epic can; a new page in our generation". That new page in our generation is resting on thee shelf in locker 229 on the 3rd floor.
Bethanee, Dezhane, and I decide that Acazia has a skank stick shoved up her... "behind".
I have to sit with Yamari, Anissa, and Priyanka in algebra. Priyanka won't stop bugging me about Starquest. Anissa, as usual, makes me feel short, fat, ugly, and stupid in comparison. Yamari tries wwwaaaayyyyyyy too hard to be eccentric, then has the guts to roll her eyes at me when I showed Anissa my can of epicness. I swear to god, one of these days, I am going to backhand her so hard that her face bleeds. Rawr.
In science, Mrs. Griffin makes me near-cry, as usual. I lovehate her. I sit next to Mitchell, we talk the entire time. He tells me he's insulated in awesomeness. I take notes and doodle. My doodles are, as usual, beyond sexy. Mitchell shares his periodic table with me! Mitchell lets me cheat off of him. Bell rings.
Art, was okay, other than Allison WHOREton and Brett flirting the whole way through, making me even more upset than I already was. Really, she's a skank. You should hear the stories she tells about her life. Shudder. I iron my linoleum for too long, it gets too soft, and I mutilate Josh Ramsay's face. This Josh Ramsay linoleum print probably won't turn out the way I was hoping it would. Poor Josh's face...
Passing from art to lunch, MITCHELL LET ME FIX HIS SOCK! 8D
Lunch was... Depressing. Brett, once again, didn't sit with us (or, me, seeing as whenever I don't sit there, he does). Alex has become perverted over the summer. He's not the cute, sweet, loving, innocent boy that I gave up smoking for last summer. But I can't help but still kinda adore him. Nicole, Sophie, Ann Marie, and (surprise, surprise) Allison WHOREton flirt with him endlessly. They have no idea how much my breath hitched when our hips accidentally touched, Alex's and mine. He has Nicole's phone number written on the inside of his assignment notebook. He didn't even remember mine, and he made up a rhyme to remember it! I still remember his, goddarnit! From LAST YEAR! And I didn't make a clever rhyme!
I sit there sadly, look over at Emily a couple of times, feeling kind of sorry for her, then feeling kind of sorry for myself. I wrote a pretty poem called Lunchroom Confessions. I'd post it here, but no one would read it. I wallow in misery until we're dismissed. I shove my Hot Cheetos in my pocket, gather up my stuff, and leave.
Fourth hour was... Uneventful, other than Brett displaying more of his immaturity, and Tatianna and I chatting. Unlike last year, she's really nice and really fun to be around... Weird, huh?
Oh yeah, I'm proud of myself for CONTAINING FROM LAUGHING when butt-crack showing, pants-"poop"ing, stutter-me-retard pronounced that his brother "smokes a lot of faggots", in reference to cigarettes.... Mrs. Short got pissed 'cus everyone was stifling laughs with hands, putting their mouths in their elbows, or putting their heads down so that they wouldn't crack up.
Fifth hour, we SRI tested. I was upset. I hadn't slept last night. I only got a 1355. Gross. Last year, I got a 1634. The top is 1800. I feel dumb. The test recommended a lot of Poe. I'm like, I've already read all that, idiots!
Sixth hour was blah-blah-blah-boring. I got a little work done on chapter 4 of Inter Spem Et Metum... I just laughed because "Sperm" was a spell correct for Spem. I talked to Mark, mainly a one-sided conversation:
"I bet Emily's going to ask me to come over again."
"Oh."
"I'll say yes, of course."
"Cool."
"She's really the best ever, you know."
"Hm."
"My mom'll probably say no, though..."
"Fun."
"You think that if I pull the missed-my-bus again, she'd think I was lying?"
"-laughs- Yes."
"Maybe just that me bus'll be late, then. She likes everything punctual."
"-laughs again- Good idea."
"You know who's been being really b***hy lately?"
"Hm?"
"Yamari."
"Oh."
"She tries too hard to be eccentric. It's disgusting and pathetic. It really is."
"I agree with you on that one."
"Like, seriously! She runs around going 'Chan-Chan! Chan-Chan!', trying to be techno, scene, emo, and Japanese all at the same time! She is godd**n black, she is not Japanese! She needs to shut up! She is all attitude-changy and like 'I'm trying to be funny and crazy and I'm really obvious, LOVE ME' and she's so bad at it! She doesn't know what mood swings ARE! I'm more mood-swingy on a regular basis than she is while she's goshdarn PMS-ing! Some of us have mental illnesses that cause it! You already get diabetes, Yamari! Bi-polar is my thing! Ugh. She is such a disgusting poser. I can't stand her anymore!"
"Yeah, and then if you do something weird, she gets mad."
"Thank you, Mark. Finally, someone else notices besides Stephen, Emily, and I!"
"Stephen?"
"My dad."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"Edwin didn't believe me when I said I'd backhand him across the room."
"-laughs- he doesn't believe anything."
"True that, my brother."
"I know you would."
"Thank you again, Mark Fey... No relations to Tina."
"-laughs- Yeah."
"You laugh too much."
"Fun."
"I always tell how close class is to ending by how many buses are lined up."
"-laughs- sometimes I do that, too."
Mrs. Johns treats me like a retarded 3-year-old, bell rings, I go back to my locker.
Emily's in the hall. She asks if I want to come over, I call home on her cell phone. Karen and Ethan don't realize that it's common courtesy to STOP SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER when you're about half a foot away, and standing about less than that from a person who's on the phone. Geez. Then I ranted about people talking while you're on the phone at Emily whilst she talked to her mom on the phone.
I lied, said my bus was late, got to go home with Emily 'til 5.
I arrived home 5-ish. I was absolutely thrilled to learn that Daniel from Marwood had called! I was anxious to call back. Then I got the jitters.
Oh my god, why does he want to talk to me? Is it urgent? Does he just want to talk? Or is he calling for Catherine? I mean, she was my big sib! oh my god, did I forget about the reunion? i hope not! that would be terrible! ugh! I bet I did something wrong, I mean, no one else from Marwood has contacted me at ALL other than Ava. Ugh. Ava. But, anyway, when should I call him back? I'll put him on my contacts. Okay, I'll call him... Wait, is it his cell phone or his house phone? Does he HAVE a cell phone? Oh god, what if I'm like "hi, may I speak to Daniel?" and it's his cell phone?! I'll make even more of an idiot out of myself! OHNOO! Okay, answering machine... It's their home phone. I'll save that factoid for future reference. Should I leave a message? What should I say? Screw it, I'll call back later. <.<
Yeah. That was fun.
I chilled on the computer for a bit, answered a Starquest e-mail.
I have yet to do any homework.
I sign onto AIM from my cell phone and chat with Erin. Marc Trautmann asked her out. She was ecstatic! I feel happy for her. :3... There's more to it, though, but I'm getting tired of typing so I'll go more into that later. Like, in a different journal.
Then my phone FROZE. I tried turning it off, closing it, plugging it in, EVERYTHING, yet Roman remains frozen! Roman being my phone, duh. I should probably go check on him.
And now, here I am.
Does my day sound fun?
Good, it doesn't sound fun to me either.
xMargie!
Posted on December 5th, 2008 at 05:34am
THAT WAS SO LOONNNG.
YAY I read every word though :3
Looooooooff youuuu
But anyways. I feel lost at lunches, too. Boooo.
I'm sorry your day was semi-crap/semi-awesome.
BUT I MADE IT COOLER THATN CILLIAN'S LEFT PINKY KNUCKLE, RIGHHHHT?
Is it bad that, like, everything in your journal right tharr crackled me upped?
AND WHY DOES YOUR MOM SPRAY YOU? NOTRIGHT NOTRIGHT NOTRIGHT.
Binxy Jar Jar.
english house, December 7th, 2008 at 03:36:17am