Up In the Depths of Despair

Okay, I have officially decided that my biology teacher sucks.

On our third day in his class, our class were on lecture behind the rest of the school and he gave us the quiz that they'd taken. Most of the class failed. Then yesterday, he gave us a PowerPoint assignment that was due today (which I finished ^-^). And then while we were doing our presentations, he learned a new word!! He then used that new word, "OMG", seven times throughout the rest of the class.

He can't really count, either, and he has a tendency to stare at people that we find very creepy.

But whatever. I'm now running for student government. I want to be activities director. So, imaginary people reading my blog, spread the word. And keep in mind that this is on top of my hockey practice, my writing, my social life on the internet, and the guitar lessons that I will soon be starting.

Oh yeah, and this kid who lives down the street and goes to my school plays lacrosse, and his mom found out that I play hockey, and now she wants me to play in my off season. It sounds cool, so I'm going for it.

I've got class now, so seeya!

A Spherical Prism

So then. I'm sitting here in study hall, mostly alone, and yet there are people all around me.

What is this peculiar predicament, you ask? Back to school night.

I wandered up here in the hopes of keeping this wonderful laptop charged while I threw my creative efforts and my literary talents into making up stories to entertain you, dear nonexistant readers.

I am listening to conversations held mainly in two different languages (inadvertantly, of course), sitting in the room known as the "library without books". Occasionally, some random student and their parents will wander up here, and the kid'll say "this is where we study" or "this is where we come when we don't have class".

Which reminds me. Maybe I should find my parents and give them a tour...

...Yeah, I should. Ttyl, peoples!

A Squareular Circle

Hi again. It's me.

Obviously.

And now, we break for no news.

And we're back. Whee.

These are the sad circumstances of my life.

So then, I'm in something of a dilemma. My friends and I are all anime-crazed. We read it, breathe it, draw it, watch it, and generally go crazy when the latest chapter of Skip Beat finally gets scanned. And there's a convention coming up at the end of the month.

The amateur art contest is on Saturday, which is the day I was planning on going. The problem is, the contest is on the same day as the team picnic. I could go on Sunday, but my friends might not be able to go and I wouldn't be able to enter my art. (Although it's not like I'm going to win anyway.)

Ahh, I love this school. I just spent my lunch period destroying tanks.

Ohnogottagoseeyalaterbye!

A Circular Square

I just realized, I slipped in a reference to Taylor and did not explain who he was.

He would be the traitor who deserted our team.

Along with Nick, also known as Sticky, Nicky, Sprockets, Snickers, Stickers, etc, etc, as well as our goalie, Brandon, known as Brandina. Turns out we lucked out that Brandon left, because we have replaced him with two much better goalies. This means we can look forward to crushing them whenever we end up playing them.

Oh, I can't wait to hit Taylor.

Outside In

Well, I'm back from practice.

I've discovered that hitting is a lot funner when you're tall. I am the third tallest kid on the team, not counting the goalie who is six feet something. So when people on my team run into me, they mostly just fall down.

This is especially hilarious considering that last season, I was one of the smallest kids and the worst hitter on the team. I was pretty scared of even talking to most of my teammates, who were eons ahead of me and therefore shining and untouchable.

Our team is going to be decent this year. One of our best players betrayed the rink and went to another team, apparently so he could play with higher level people. Load of bullsh*t, man. Our team would have rocked if he'd played here. We'll do okay, but we should have gotten him. I'm still trying to locate him so I can execute the necessary punishment procedure (ie, chewing him out and then making him feel guilty as hell).

But anyway, I just finished my biology, journalism, and Academic Decathlon homework. I sure hope I didn't have any for English...

But I'll worry about it later.

Tomorrow, homies!

Right Side Left

Okay then.

Well, school is ending soon, and I'm all alone in library.

Scratch that, I'm with one friend and an iPod in the library. That's what I call improvement. The only other thing that would be nice is Taylor, or pizza, soda and candy, or both if possible.

Oh well, I can dream.

It's weird to be alone in a school right before it lets out. You can hear the noise level slowly increasing, and the teachers are too tired to care. Some kids are already out of class and wandering rampant, wreaking minor havoc. So there's noise echoing through the halls, and then there's the awesome rock song playing in my right ear.

As usual, I came up with something totally random to write about, and it was not at all what I intended to.

In five minutes, I will join the stampede down the stairs, and blink when the afternoon sun hits my eyes. Then I'll scan the tiny parking lot for my dad or mom, and ignore them if/when I see them. I'll continue talking to my friends until one of us leaves. My other friends will wave overnethusiastically, and I will join. Eventually, whichever parent has drawn the duty of picking me up ---Hey! The music disappeared!!!! WTF????

Heh. Sorry, I do that sometimes. And now I'm not going to go back and delete what I just wrote, because it goes against my nature. Once I am on a detour, I stay firmly on that detour and see where it takes me. Hopefully if I'm lost, it'll take me back to where I started, but as I discovered while in San Diego, that doesn't usually happen.

One minute to go...there's the bell. Bye, my loyal readers. All zero of you.

May the force be with you!

The Downside Of Up

So here I am in my second week of Hi! School.

Aren't you so proud of me?

I know, I know. I'm not either.

My name is Emily. I live in the middle of nowhere, in California if that gets you anywhere. I can't wait to leave.

I'm basically an ordinary teenager with ordinary teenage problems that I think are the end of the world. (I'm being sarcastic. I'm not normal.)

So this morning, I wake up and roll out of bed, find some clothes that are tolerably clean, and head off for eight-and-a-half hours of mental duress. I meet up with my friends and we head off to our many misadventures in our miscellanious (I probably misspelled that) classes together. We trudge through several mundane lectures about biology and Charles Dickens (take off the "ens" 'cuz apparently he left his wife for a younger woman) before arriving at lunch. I forget that I brought yogurt, because I am happily scrolling down through miles of Word documents that I wrote.

After lunch comes more of the same. We take notes, we fall asleep, we wake up right before the teacher yells at us. Well, actually, they don't yell yet. It's still the beginning of the year and everyone's mellow.

And now, I'm sitting here blogging instead of completing my homework like they recommend. Oh, well. I'll just finish it at the rink tonight.

One of my friends is reading over my shoulder, I don't know why but he's laughing now so I guess it's not for purposes of destruction.

I guess I should be working, but this is writing, so maybe it could be like an extra-credit English project? Probably not, but I can hope just the same. And I really do need to work on some certain things, but that's not exactly easy when all the things I need to practice involve a large stick, which is probably classified as a "dangerous weapon" and therefore banned from school.

Which I think is stupid. How many times have you been cut by a knife? Hopefully not many. How many times have you been cut by paper?

Exactly my point.

I'll make an entry in this blog as often as my mundane life permits (a lot, then). Until next time, I am faithfully,

The Cookie Monster On Ice, etc. etc.