4/5/05
Totally random note, I just read the first line of a featured latest entry, and it said ‘well (daughter’s name that I can’t remember)’s still got loose bowels but at least this time there wasn’t water in her diaper.’
The things some people choose to record about their lives. If I had a kid, I’d feel bad writing about their shit for the world to see. I don’t write about how my dog craps… Then again, it’s a diary, so to each his own.
New topic. I overslept today. As in, must’ve completly missed my alarm clock and only woke up because the house was shaking in the gale-force winds. It was wonderful, being jarred awake like that. Actually, it was kinda refreshing. When you’re running late, but not THAT late, and you got BOOM woken up, it’s more like an adrenaline rush, so I was ready in 15 minutes, and now I’m sitting at the comp. waiting till it’s time to leave for school. I love that. I didn’t shower, but don’t worry, I don’t smell, promise. Anyhoo. Got some classes today, but not work. I like this schedule- on the days I have school this week I don’t have to work, so I can just relax and get stuff done after school instead of rushing to work. And on the days I don’t have school, I work, but not until roughly 5ish every night, so I can still get a lot of stuff done, and my days aren’t so jam-packed. It’s really kinda nice this week, woot.
My burn’s healing I guess, the scab’s so big that it like,creases every centimeter or so because of it, and it’s been all gooey lately, but dad said that’s just when it heals up it pushes the goo out, so that’s good. And no, it’s not infected, I’m careful about that. And yes, you REALLY wanted to read about my gooey burn.
It’s 40 degrees out, REALLY bad wind, and rain. I’m going to wear flip flops. I just don’t care anymore, it’s like I have to wear them to school or my life isn’t complete for the day. Shoes just don’t cut it. Flip flops are so versatile, and damn cheap. A pair of red nikes- $70, a pair of red flip flops and bottle of red nailpolish- $5. Hell yes. Not that I ever match my toenails to an outfit, but whatever, they’re always painted. Anyhoo, I’m off to feed my puppies and head to one of my last 30ish days of school
See ya’ll round.
And I’m back, and in a bad mood… I checked powerschool today (some new weird thing our school has where all of our grades are online so parents can access them) and apparently last quarter I had a consecutive set of F, D, and C, the F AND C being mistakes on the teacher’s behalf. That’s all well and good and blah blah and ‘teachers are human too’ but a friggen F makes it REALLY hard for me to have an A at semester when I get an A next quarter and have to average that with a C. So when I ask you to fix YOUR fuck up telling my quarter grades don’t go on transcipts is utter bullshit. Your teaching skills don’t go on transcripts either, because that’d explain away many problems some kids have with certain classes with non-English speaking teachers. God. She’s a great person, good teacher, lousy at the whole grading system.
So Mac and I go to a movie to get our minds off things. Robots. Don’t ask, it was the only thing playing right when we showed up. Sitting in the row behind us and a seat over from Mac is a couple who came in 10 minutes or so late. They proceed to do that sloppy gross-sounding kissing thing that makes people wanna hurl for about half an hour. REALLY loud. Every time I glance back they’re in a new position, and he’s almost always on top of her. About 45 minutes before the movie ends she full-out moans. As in, GROANing and everyone (all… 10 of us to be exact) keeps glancing back. And within 10 minutes they finally get up and leave. Seriously. If you’re gonna screw in a theater with people in it, at least do it up front so we can see the porn instead of just hear it. I mean, they don’t sell nearly as many audio tapes as videotapes of porn for no reason. Way to ruin a good-hearted, feel-good, rated G movie. Gross. If they had gone at it any longer, one of em could’ve kicked Mac in the head or something, they were so close. Yuck.
Some people’s kids should be banned from kissing in public. Or in general. Or reproducing. Or reproducing while I’m present. Screw it, some people shouldn’t HAVE kids so we wouldn’t have to deal with their problems.