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I think you're cute Tetravus.

Oh and I've been very productive today. I cleaned the kitchen, cleaned my bathroom, washed some windows, cleaned up around my desk, and now I'm doing laundry still. The next goal and the one I've been saving for last is cleaning my room. I hate being in my room. I've always hating being in my room. It unnerves me and for some reason or another gives me anxiety attacks. I hate that. sweatdrop

crying It is sooo hot (for here). 90F for you Americans... 32C for me. *melts into the floor*

Do you have fans?

Hello everyone! My first day at high school was okay. I like all of my teachers, but there's this really weird one who tries to act like he's 16 and says "you know what I'm saying?" and "man" too much. It's annoying when you expect someone to say something. Like this teacher I had in 8th who had a really bad memory; he would always say "um." xd

And this other teacher I have is physically weird. She has some inverted syndrome with her intestines, and her heart is on the right instead of the left and it faces backwards. She also has no sense of smell, so she told us this story about how one time the gas came on in the lab and she didn't notice anything and the kids were all zoning out and tipsy. xp Finally some teacher stormed into the room and said "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?! WE CAN SMELL THE GAS DOWN THE HALL!" So from then on, she has always warned her students about her not being able to smell.

The other teacher--there's nothing really special about her. Except that she has allergies and we can't use any perfume/cologne or scented hand lotion. Especially rose and pear. blaugh

The last teacher has a bit of an annoying habit as well. She calls everyone "honey" or "sweetheart" whenever addressing them, and while I know she means well and it is not a BAD habit per se, it does get rather annoying. Like I said, I don't like it when I can come to expect phrases from people.

But otherwise she was very nice. Not that her habit makes her mean, but you know.

There were two parts of my day, however, that totally sucked a**. More so the second part. But I'll go in chronological order.

Third period is when the 9th graders have lunch. You have either first or second lunch. Now since my third period teacher was new, she wasn't on the list of names for the lunches, and I had to hope/guess at what lunch I would get. And all of my friends (including Billy) had first. I also knew that there was a good chance I would get second lunch. And I did.

Thank God Holly and Kelly (plus tons of other people I knew) were in it. Though it's not the same without Billy and Alexa. Or Will and Joe. And the others. But mostly them. I do get to see them before and after school at the bus loop though! ^_^

Okay, second shitty part of the day. I didn't mind waiting for the bus in the rain, or sitting on a damp seat, OR even that the front window was fogged up and I couldn't see where the bus was going, but I DID mind that we were dropped off at least a block away from our bus stop. Why, do you ask? Oh, I'll tell you why. Because it was POURING rain. And I MEAN POURING. So guess what. I had to go in through the back entrance to my subdivision and walk the extra two blocks. In the rain. I wasn't even pissed because I got soaked, but my Algebra book, my BRAND new Algebra book that had just been ordered by DeLand High that summer--the one that cost $60-70--got wet too. Not nearly as wet as I did, but wet enough so I had to lay it out to dry AND separate ALL of the pages.

And to top it all off--I had homework to finish. (And I did. Then we went out to dinner, so all is well.)

Me? I just have this over whelming want to slap the s**t out of my mom. She never listens and she doesn't consider any one else's feelings a lot of the time. I don't know how I convinced her to watch D for the night I go camping. stressed

The different lunch periods is an American school thing...I'm not sure exactly why its that way. It just is.

Hi... stare I'm not mad at you...I'm just frustrated in general right now.

I'm talking to Simon though and I should be fine soon.

Simon is a good cure for a foul mood.

My mom and I had a battle of wills over something we've asked her not to do more times than I care to count.

This is the woman who puts the skillet we cook our breakfast in the sink and piles stuff on top of it and says that she didn't do it or doesn't remember doing it when we ask her about it. She puts our coffee spoons in the sink. Its just we ask her over and over again that there are certain things that we want to stay where they are or please don't put a lid on the skillet. My dad and I are very big on Bacon and eggs in the morning.

I dunno. She can just be inconsiderate because she was cooking a grill cheese sandwich on the skillet and she always gets cheese on the skillet and it makes the skillet sticky and stuff, but she never cleans up after herself. Just earlier I put 2 of her cups in the dishwasher. I spent 2 hours cleaning the kitchen and she can't spend 5 minutes washing the pan she used to cook dinner. I'm just frustrated. stressed