snapshot

strange day, really. began with me wearing a skirt and pretty shirt, being called *shudder* a goth (even though i was wearing COWGIRL boots!) and ended with a meeting with the A*team. there's a meet next saturday. and then, january 7, there's a meet in SC that we were (get this) invited to go to. yeah, we're that good. we keep getting invites left and right. there was the brookwood invitational, WSBTV HighQ thing (which we won)...we're the shit, really. there's no other word to describe it.

let me give you my day in a list (because those are oh so fun)

• spanish--took a strange test (probably aced it)
  
• world geography--took another test, which i know i aced, because she let us use the review sheet on the test
  
• pe--now here's the most interesting. we walked into the gym, were told to sit down in the bleachers instead of dressing out. health class comes in. guy stands up, and to my surprise, begins speaking of sex. i mean, it's not like i've never heard about sex before (OBVIOUSLY), but the details this guy was giving were a little...graphic. kind of weird to hear in front of friends and teachers. but anyway
  
• biology--did a strange lab which i didn't understand
  
• english--ach. don't even get me started on that. an hour of reviewing symbolism in fahrenheit 451. grr...
  
• geometry-- my tree lost, and i was mad. christmas will not be coming to those who left the tree.
  

so, yeah, that's it. strange for me, i guess.

ah, eh, ee, oh, oo, el burro sabe mas que tu. yeah. go spanish.

you know what really grinds my gears?

exam time. wordsplash quizes. biology. geometry teachers. social studies tests. antigone. make-up english quizes. bio labs. homework. science fair. social studies fair. and worst of all....physical education.

i do, however, like Fahrenheit 451. pretty good so far.

cowboy boots and other loot

sorry, i really needed to rhyme for some reason. i'm sure it'll pass along with the season.

anyway. monday, grandma got me from stockbridge, and to my surprise, she took me shopping. first i got some wicked awesome leather cowboy(girl?) boots for $25, which i thought was an amazing deal. then i got some gloves, fuzzy socks, sunglasses, and a nice shirt to go with this black skirt i have. i know, i've devoted a paragraph to fashion. forgive me when you see that the next is about cooking.

the reason i have been at Bee's since monday is for the sole reason to cook. and clean, i guess, since i did a lot of that. but mainly i cooked. i tried (and subsequently failed) to make cranberry jelly from scratch. it's all watery. i wouldn't blame anyone if they didn't want to eat it... i also made peach cobble, choco popcorn balls, stuffing, bbq chicken, and i helped with other things, like peeling potatoes.

i've done a little research on my social studies project, and none at all on my science fair. even though i have 7 things due monday. one thing for each day. yeah, i'm kinda screwed on that. but that's why someone invented lying, i suppose.

anyway, HAPPY THANKSGIVING to everyone!! i hope you get as stuffed as i will.

dan dan the sexy man

saw harry potter today. let me just say....WOW. that is some sexy man chest danny boy is sprouting. and...yes.

it wasn't as good as i've heard it to be. they cut out almost all of the subplots. i don't know, i expected them to cut it, it's just...with everyone saying, "oh, it was so great and true to the book," i guess i got disarmed. but whatever. i'm sure i'll get over it.

but i don't think i'll be getting over that nice chest, glistening in the water of the bathtub....oh yes. oh yesh.

we got married in a fever

i love that song. in walk the line, they sing it 8 times, i swanny. that was a good movie. i don't care what anybody else says, reese witherspoon was dead on. and tomorrow we're supposed to see harry potter, so that should be awesome. that lucky duck gracie got to see it on monday though at a sneak preview because her mom won tickets. lucky...

i made a christmas tree complete with ornaments without using curved lines. perhaps i should clarify that this was for math. it looks alright. i'm pretty sure i'll get at least a B on it. i got this week off, but it doesn't really feel like it. i have social studies fair AND science fair to do before i get back, and on monday i'm going to grambee's to cook...i don't know what kind of time i'm getting. i mean, i can't wait to go to carol's, but i've just got so much going on, i can't even come up with a coherent sentence, apparently. and kirstie's coming over monday, of course, so i missed her again.

i feel like making a list.

people i've found and/or know through blogs and what they're up to (as far as i know):

• kelsie--diabetic and proud. also enjoying pre-thanksgiving christmas.
• gracie-- aweshommey.
• simone--at her new job, where i see her walking in to her office's furnished kitchen and going into a fit because her favorite tea is not there (j/k...)
• irene--happy with her baby and her husband
• jen--not blogging for a couple of weeks, supposedly content (not that i'm doubting it...it's just the report)
• kris-- eating sara lee and feeding her cats. cats, as we all know, are pure evil, so i believe that an exorcism is in order...
• jeremy--i suppose is love-stricken (or not?) and doing something in california, probably spewing extrememly witty lines to his companions as i write this
• chelsie--canadian and dramatic. not that i really talk to her. but that's how it stands, i suppose.
• numa numa man-- i assume he is happily singing to foreign o-town music
• maddox--an ass
• toby--alive, and probably never going to die

if i forgot you, i apologize. i only forgot because i don't care, so don't worry about it.

oh, and me? i keep going around the house singing songs from reefer madness, so i'm sure that i'm fine.

amalgam

so, here's the deal: monday was a bust, because we went all the way up to mcdonough and they had cancelled my appointment and didn't even bother to call and tell us. but i got my doctor's excuse, stayed home, and painted the trim in the gold room (it could be better, but i think i did alright for my first time.)

later on monday, i couldn't even open my eye, it was hurting so bad. i thought it was just a scratch, but my mom thought pinkeye, so she took me to the doctor. conclusion: big, huge scratch all across eye. so i go to school wednesday with my eye all poofed up and filmy, and everyone's like, "woah, why'd you come to school with pinkeye?" and that was just great.

and no i'm sitting here, avoiding one of two mythology projects. ahhhhhhgrand.

ahhh...relaxifying.

i'm not even gonna pretend like i'm gonna try to go to school today. i'm not. i've got a psychologist checkup at 9, where they will give me an excuse note, and then i will be eating sonic and painting the house the rest of the day. well, not the house. the trim in the gold room. but there's a lot of trimming in that room, so...there.

i've got like, 8 projects due sometime this week. i shouldn't really complain about them, because i haven't really tried to alleviate that stress. other than trying to get together with my friends to work on our collective projects, that's about it. i guess i'm about to write my science fair research paper, but...i don't know. we'll see. and i have to start my experiment. i was thinking that i could just put some algae in a container, take pictures, and lie about it, but that seems kinda...halfass. so we'll see about that. perhaps after i'm done painting, i can do this...

enough about that. i have to go shower and such before i do anything. don't wanna appear too dirty for my shrink. have a wonderful day, everybody. and god bless us, everyone. or, you know, not.

oreo

a* team was wonderfuss, really. i LOVE people watching. i barely talked at all, but i had the best time i've had all week from 2:30 to 5:30. i was laughing at the stupidest stuff, even if it was only in my head.

much better than yesterday, i swanny. and i'm feeling all music ness, so i'm singing and dancing and i'm happy.

i'm trying to figure out how to connect the camera to the computer. i'm sure you will find out when i figure it out, because i will not be able to resist putting in pictures...

ah, blissfulness.

but i miss gracie. she's been sick all week. and i miss my walks with kelsie. hopefully, these will come back.

guidance counselors

i hate this man, i really do. our guidance counselor is insulting. oh boy, the ninth graders get a g.c. of their very own! how wonderful for them! or, you know, not.

i had never even met the g.c. until halfway through spanish this morning. suddenly, bernat announces that we freshmen must proceed to the counselor's office for a mandatory meeting. when we get there, g.c. cramps us into a teeny tiny room and tells us to "spread out." then he tells us that we are all failing.

oh, what was that sound? yeah, that's be hell freezing over. out of all of the classes i have, i am certainly not failing in spanish. so of course, i pointed this out to him. eventually, it turned into, "oh, well those of you doing well in the class, give your numbers to the stupid people and let them copy your notes." um, excuse me? "i'm not allowed to give out my number," is the excuse i used to avoid those who do not even pay attention in class. call me a goody goody all you like, i'm not about to let some jackass who only does half of the work copy what i did on my own. kelsie gave them her cell number. crazy.

my second meeting occured during english. by this time, my anger had cooled, and i was no longer entirely balistic about the aforementioned meeting. but no, he had to prove his jackassness. "let's start taking notes about...taking notes." he actually singled me out and said, "i saw you this morning, right?" *affirmative nod from myself.* "aren't you the one getting a 54 in spanish?" *the rest of the class looks in amazement and begins to talk excitedly..hillary is failing!* "uh, no, i'm the one getting a 97." "oh, well, you should give out your number to the rest of the class so you can help them understand what the teacher is saying." * steam pouring out of the morgan-girl's ears*. "no, thanks."

he is a whore, and i hate him, so there.