Who needs anger management when you have balloons?
Ya, Balloons are awesome... But anyways.
Yesterday, a moron (aka Tasso) on the 121 bus threw an orange at me. Fi said we oughtta tell Gliksman today, but he wasn't there at lunch, and then we sorta forgot. But whatever. We'll tell him tomorrow. If we don't mysteriously forget again. *shifty eyes*
The Gauss contest was okay, except for question 25, with the freaky grid and 25 numbers. Took me half an hour. Grr. Can't believe Umar skipped #16, didn't he listen last year in Ms Cameron's class? She explained the whole hypotenuse shenanigan that day I was really hyper, even though I already knew that stuff. (Don't I go hyper everyday?)
English class was friggin awesome, as always (well, most of the time). We so called "worked" on the script for our play based on Act 2 Scene 1 of Shakespears Midsummer Night's Dream. It totally sucks up to Titania. Why? Because I play her. Onward: we were supposed to work and finish this, but now we've done... a page and a quarter. Maybe it's cuz our group dominated the middle of the classroom, maybe it's cuz we've seven people, maybe it's Dhaval (who, I might add, had absolutely nothing to do with our group and just quietly worked), or maybe we're just so friggin awesome (note to self: enrich vocabulary and don't overuse "friggin awesome"), but in the end we were just so loud and accomplished, as mentioned above, absolutely nothing except for the page and quarter of Marie's writing (we should've hired Ven, that way we would only have had half a page). Mo, who's playing Oberon, made a crown out of graph paper. Jamie took it and put it on his head, and looked hilariously like Jughead (the one from the Archie comics, duh). I ripped up the crown; payback for what he did to the "Proudly an Artemis Fowl Fan" sign that had been on my forehead until he tore it up and mutilated it.
Flores had the freakiest stroke of inspiration: To give a project. *le gasp* Where does she come up with these things? *sarcasm* Okay, so we get a bristleboard (Fi does that, and I can't spell), and then we draw a blue print of a beach resort. Yippidee doo da *sarcasm*. The only project she thinks of giving, and it's as simple as drawing a bunch of geometric figures and coloring them. At least Tiff (all hail the all-powerful Tiffany) had the idea of drawing hotdog carts -- to scale. And frisbees too. Should we write how we came up with our ideas? Because I can just see her deducting marks and writing "Show all your work".
My piano teacher decided that instead of a metronome, she would keep beat by tapping a pencil on my shoulder. 'Nuff said.
The story is coming along great, for those of you guys who actually care (*cough* yeah right when pigs start flying *cough*). Still deciding between "Sentient Dust" and "Pheonix Defiant". Both are uber spiffy titles, eh? Maybe when summer vacation comes I'll actually get around to finishing it, that and my AF fanstuff. (May's been awfully quiet in the fandom, except for AFC's b-day. Creeps me out. I can just see Eoin plotting with Miramax to give us a huge workload come June).
Still can't decide what to do for my birthday. Maybe I'll just hide under my bed and avoid the punches. Speaking of which, Dhaval's birthday on the 19th! Should we follow him home, camp out on his porch, then start punching him at exactly 12:01?
Jamie missed May 5th. Let's tell him to turn it into the 15th. That's monday. Do we have English on monday? Cuz if we do, I should start plotting right away.
Grr those stupid typos.
Yesterday, a moron (aka Tasso) on the 121 bus threw an orange at me. Fi said we oughtta tell Gliksman today, but he wasn't there at lunch, and then we sorta forgot. But whatever. We'll tell him tomorrow. If we don't mysteriously forget again. *shifty eyes*
The Gauss contest was okay, except for question 25, with the freaky grid and 25 numbers. Took me half an hour. Grr. Can't believe Umar skipped #16, didn't he listen last year in Ms Cameron's class? She explained the whole hypotenuse shenanigan that day I was really hyper, even though I already knew that stuff. (Don't I go hyper everyday?)
English class was friggin awesome, as always (well, most of the time). We so called "worked" on the script for our play based on Act 2 Scene 1 of Shakespears Midsummer Night's Dream. It totally sucks up to Titania. Why? Because I play her. Onward: we were supposed to work and finish this, but now we've done... a page and a quarter. Maybe it's cuz our group dominated the middle of the classroom, maybe it's cuz we've seven people, maybe it's Dhaval (who, I might add, had absolutely nothing to do with our group and just quietly worked), or maybe we're just so friggin awesome (note to self: enrich vocabulary and don't overuse "friggin awesome"), but in the end we were just so loud and accomplished, as mentioned above, absolutely nothing except for the page and quarter of Marie's writing (we should've hired Ven, that way we would only have had half a page). Mo, who's playing Oberon, made a crown out of graph paper. Jamie took it and put it on his head, and looked hilariously like Jughead (the one from the Archie comics, duh). I ripped up the crown; payback for what he did to the "Proudly an Artemis Fowl Fan" sign that had been on my forehead until he tore it up and mutilated it.
Flores had the freakiest stroke of inspiration: To give a project. *le gasp* Where does she come up with these things? *sarcasm* Okay, so we get a bristleboard (Fi does that, and I can't spell), and then we draw a blue print of a beach resort. Yippidee doo da *sarcasm*. The only project she thinks of giving, and it's as simple as drawing a bunch of geometric figures and coloring them. At least Tiff (all hail the all-powerful Tiffany) had the idea of drawing hotdog carts -- to scale. And frisbees too. Should we write how we came up with our ideas? Because I can just see her deducting marks and writing "Show all your work".
My piano teacher decided that instead of a metronome, she would keep beat by tapping a pencil on my shoulder. 'Nuff said.
The story is coming along great, for those of you guys who actually care (*cough* yeah right when pigs start flying *cough*). Still deciding between "Sentient Dust" and "Pheonix Defiant". Both are uber spiffy titles, eh? Maybe when summer vacation comes I'll actually get around to finishing it, that and my AF fanstuff. (May's been awfully quiet in the fandom, except for AFC's b-day. Creeps me out. I can just see Eoin plotting with Miramax to give us a huge workload come June).
Still can't decide what to do for my birthday. Maybe I'll just hide under my bed and avoid the punches. Speaking of which, Dhaval's birthday on the 19th! Should we follow him home, camp out on his porch, then start punching him at exactly 12:01?
Jamie missed May 5th. Let's tell him to turn it into the 15th. That's monday. Do we have English on monday? Cuz if we do, I should start plotting right away.
Grr those stupid typos.
posted by Rosefae at 8:24 PM
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