GONNA LOOSE WEIGHT. GONNA EXCERSIZE AND EAT RIGHT. GONNA GET CLEAR SKIN. GONNA TAKE CARE OF MY BODY. GONNA TURN INTO A HOTTIE.
GONNA ACE MY CLASSES AND WORK LIKE A FIEND. OHH BABY YES.
FLOBOTS FLOBOTS FLOBOTS. JORDANN I AM A CONVERT. THEY'RE ALL I BEEN LISTENING TO THE LAST FEW DAYS.
GONNA GET RAYS ASS OUT TO A PARTY OR SOMETHING SO HE CAN MEET PEOPLE. YAY BOY. I MISS HIM, HAVEN'T SEEN HIM IN A WEEK DUE TO WORK/SCHOOL/BLAH RELATED SHIT. BUT SATURDAY!!!!!! YESH.
He told me he was proud of me last night. That felt really really good. Almost better than "I love you." I mean, he says that all the time. This was a new one, and I smiled all day.
Ok, so I'm trying to get this paper accepted for my english class, right? I'd already turned in two differant versions of it, and I went to English class yesterday to find out if it had been accepted, and if I could take the C test.
First of all, the professor didn't even show up to class. I waited half an hour, then went to find him in his office, where he was on the phone, laughing it up with some friend of his. Once he finally decides to put the phone down and notice that I'm there, this conversation happens.
Him: Why didn't you fix what I asked you to in your paper? Me: ... I did. You told me to fix the language paragraph. I fixed it. Him: What about the other things I marked? Me: ... You never showed me anything you'd marked. You called me which is creepy in and of itself and told me to fix the language paragraph. Him: Well see, I marked several things on your paper *shows me marked up paper* and you didn't fix them. Me: ... That's because you never SHOWED me this. You called me LAST NIGHT and said to fix the language paragraph, that was ALL. Him: Well I don't understand why you're not preforming well in my class. You're not getting things done. Are you taking too many classes? That's probably it. Me: *staring at him in complete disbelief* You... are a moron.I hate you. Yeah, sir, that's probably it. Sure.
What the holy fuck? This man is a PROFESSOR. He's the HEAD of the english department. He WROTE the book we're using for his class. He's the reason I'm probably going to fail his shitty class.
So you know what? Fuck you, Joe Lostraco. If I do fail, I'm going to make sure my mother (who is the only person I care about dissapointing) knows that it is entirely your fault. And she will decend upon you like a demon from hell.
Is it kinda pathetic that I'm threatening him with my mother? It is, isn't it.
Meh.
Whatever, the man's got a few too many pinecones up his ass.
In other news, Ray has confermed that I acted like a collosal dork when I was first crushing on him in class. Apparently he thought I might have liked him, because when I was sitting behind him, I kept "accadentally" poking him in the back. *facepalm* HOLY CRAP HE WAS ON TO ME. I was also sending him really mixed signals when he did first start talking to me. All in all, I'm amazed he asked me out at all. Nerdius maximus = me. I can't help it if my ideas of what to do when you like a guy haven't changed much since 7th grade. He's lucky I didn't get some friend to ask him if he "LIKE liked" me, or send him a note with "Do you like me? Circle YES or NO" on it. Dear lord.
So. My English teacher's been hassling me to find my AP results to show him to prove that I'm able to be in his class, right? Despite the fact that, as stated in a previous entry, I am somehow smarter than pretty much anybody there anyway. Only I can't find the thinger they sent me over the summer with my scores on it, so I went down to the Admissions office to ask them. The dude was all "Actually, we don't have your AP results. We don't even have a transcript from your school." And I go "WTF?!" and start panicing because my brain is now screaming "You fecking idiot! You screwed something up and now you're going to have to drop all your classes because you were never really enrolled in the first place and your mom just wasted a bunch of money you fuckhead!" But luckily, after a bit of a wild goose chase, I was able to track down my AP scores AND my transcript (both of which, it was clearly stated on the documents, were supposed to be sent to ACC, so I didn't fuck up, someone else did), and I can smugly point out the strong four to my English teacher, and all is right with the world.
Did I mention I have a new computer? Well I do. I named it Homsar. I don't have a lot of the stuff I need for things like the comic installed yet (such as the scanner and my FTP uploader) so it is on hiatus for a little while.
I've been playing RuneScape like a fiend. It's this free online multiplayer fantasy game that has stolen my soul. I even payed five bucks for a month of membership. It's totally sucked me in. I'm a levil 40 now, which isn't bad, but there are still levil 90s running around who are all "HAHA, N00B, U SUXXORS" and you just know these kids are like, 11, right, so you're like "Bitch, you're a noob at life, so shut it." I don't care about their fancy armor and shit. My little charecter has a cutlass, and an eyepatch, and a kitten, so they can all go sit on it and rotate.
Julia keeps making and sending me pretty things! Wahh! XD See, now we have to think up movies to make just so we can use these cool production logo. :D
I've gotten a reputation as being the smartest one in my english class. This feels really weird, as I'm also probably the youngest. But man, that class is so fricken easy compared to english last year. And no one else in class seemes to have ever learned to analize anything. So whenever I speak out in class they look at me like I'm a genius. Weird.
Next Tusday, must find some way to talk to Sexy McHotpants.
Need to draw some more comics. And finish the invites for the par-tay. Hm.
Megan, I love ya dearly, but you watch some dumb tv. Reality shows will only suck out your brain, love.
Like the new layout? I think it may be too cutesy, so it may not stay around too long...
busy
mellow