Chain Gang boy and Marissa Cooper

Posted Date: : May 29, 2006 7:53 PM

Tuesday: I couldn't sleep and I was upset I had to wake up early just to pick up my writing project. I mean I had to get up at 5 AM. I was trying really hard to save time. I ate a leftover pastrami sandwich. My dad got mad because I did. I didnt really care. When I get on the bus I see a lot of people are asleep on it. So when I get to the room where the class usually meets at the room is dark and nobody is there. So then I have to really think about where the teacher would be. So I decide to go to her office. But the problem is that I cant find it. I remembered that she said she had changed her office, but I didn't have the paper I wrote the new office location on. So I go looking around for her mailbox, maybe she left the work in there, but when I get there I see there is nothing in the box. So I get the idea to go ask around. Some people didn't even know who the teacher was. And I even got shooed out of an office for just asking a question. I had one last idea and I decided to go and email her. But before I did that I thought I'd go and sell back my books. When I get to the buyback area it's closed. So I went to the lab and wrote her an email. I wasn't mean or anything. Since I had time to spare before I could catch the next bus I watched 5 Questions. After I was done watching that I figured it wouldn't hurt to check and see if the buyback was open. It opens so late it opens at 9AM. I figured since you never get any money back I figured I'd get $3 back for the 2 books I sold back which cost like $39 when you buy them new for the semester. I wasn't going to tell my dad because I knew he would be mad because I didn't even get like half the value of the books. Later that night when I check my emails the teacher writes back that she was there until 10:30, I don't know exactly where there is, but I couldn't find it. The email also said that she would leave my work in her mailbox. I hoped that I could find the mailbox.

Wednesday: I couldn't sleep again I had a bad headache. I woke up early so I could be read because I was actually having a real final where I had to do work and take a test. I was looking for that paper I had that I had absent mindedly wrote the location of the new office on incase it wasn't in the mailbox had had been to yesterday. On the bus I saw that jewelry peddler lady. I was just happy that she didn't try to sell me jewelry again. I went back to that mailbox I had been to yesterday. Luckily my work was there. When I open the folder I see all these funny comments, well they are funny to me. She said that there was not a lot of material, but as you know I was really hurting for material as I stated in one of my previous blogs. She said I should put my poems into a story. What the hell!? She should know I'm better at prose. I told her that and more than once. I don't know why she just didn't tell us she wanted a back story to go with the photo poem? I mean I followed the instructions I was suppose to pick a picture and write a poem about it. She even said it didn't have to be a picture of yourself. I used that sneaky Cena pic I took and, the whole point of that poem was to capture the experience of meeting him. To me it didn't matter if the teacher didn't know who John Cena is anyway. She also told me my poems didn't show emotion. I'm not ready to show emotion. I even said that on here. People who let everybody see their true are brave like Gwen like when she wrote the songs for "Tragic Kingdom" and "Return of Saturn". The teacher also liked that I wrote a whole page tangent on how I hate my first name. But I do, its a horrible common, trendy, and long name a lot of people misspell. I also made a reference to Charmander, and I knew she wouldn't get it. But it's ok Charmander is an important part to the poem. I cant believe I got a "C+ " on it. Well at least it's not an "F". Before the test I studied a little. The thing that really pissed me off was that the teacher came late! WTF?! I need all the time I can get working on that stupid final! It was a pretty hard test. I felt like had forgotten everything. I didn't even finish it. When I sold the book back I got $22 for a $98 book that was used! I knew my dad would be mad and tell me about how back in '71 he could get 5 books for $80 and that he could get $20 back from selling a $30 book at buyback.

Thursday: Since it was my last day for my comm class I decided to represent one last time, and wear my Cena shirt. I wore my hair in odangos just to be silly. I think I'm going to adopt the odango into my hairstyles. I only brought 1 card to make notes on. I made it 30 minutes before class. I was keeping an eye out for moochers. A lot of people were making their note card right before class. She brought pizza like she said she would. I bet she got back some greasy tests. I only ate one slice and it had sausage on it. The test was ok it wasn't really hard or anything. Then she told us to write her comments about the class. I wasnt really thinking about writing one. But she would not really want to know how I felt about the class. If I really wouldve written something really exaggerated and over the top. I would've written:

"Dear (teacher)

Your class was great , but I only had one problem; the way you portray and stereotype wrestling fans like they are all uneducated.

Chain gang member for life, represent!

- Signed (me)"

The bus ride home was hellish. I hate riding the bus home with like 50 high schoolers. I'm not judging all high schoolers here, but the ones that get on the bus are horrible. They fight, hit, yell, scream, sing, and make obscene gestures. Well anyway when I was getting off the bus and this high school boy tells me something like "Is that Chain Gang boy, your boyfriend?". I just pretended I didn't hear him. It was just so funny!

Well the Marissa character is dead now on the OC. That show is definitely jumping the shark/dolphin. But I thought it would be jumping after they graduated high school. A lot of teen dramas do. Well at least they didn't kill off Seth. He's the best and my favorite character. And they are trying to replace the Marissa character with her younger sister Kaitlin.

a 2 week late week in review

Originally Posted on May 22, 2006 7:46 PM

I know I haven't posted anything in like 2 weeks. I had a really busy fianls schedule last week. And that blog will eventually be posted.

Monday: There was somebody touching my hair in the seat behind me in the bus. I don't know if I've ever said this before, but I hate people touching my hair. I came to my math class late, but it didn't matter because I got there before the teacher. When I get to the locker room I see there is a big pile of dead flies on the floor. Then this lady walks in after me and freaks out at the pile of flies. For it being my last day for my exercise class it was pretty boring. The only problem is I have to keep exercising to keep off the weight that I lost. When I'm waiting for the bus this lady who is also waiting for the bus approached me and starts talking to me and feel suspicious. Then she tells me she wants me to buy some jewelry from her. Do I look like I have money?! I'm waiting at a bus stop with you! Plus I hate when people are just trying to sell you something for no reason. If I want something I'll go look for it. Plus how good could the jewelry be if somebody is selling it at a bus stop? It probably turns you green.

Tuesday: I couldnt sleep I was congested. Because of this I ended up waking up early. I decided to wear my hair in odangos, and it took me a while to style my hair. I was feeling sick all morning. My nose was running and I kept coughing. When I go to my writing class there is nobody in there again well practically nobody. There was about 8-12 people in there like last time. The teacher asked where some guy was and then somebody yelled out that he was sick, sick of the class. Everybody laughed, but the teacher. It's sad because a lot of the people she liked left. Hell! I'm sick of the class too! Everybody there is just done and spent. Then the teacher said she was not in her right mind. When is she ever? -_- She told us she was going to have speakers come to the class. I decided to cash in my absence. The teacher was dressed in all green. She looked like she was ready for St. Patricks day. I was feeling so sick I decided to leave before my 2^nd class started. I really like wearing odangos. I was sad I didn't get any compliments on them. Since I was bored I was trying to list all the anime characters I could think of that wear odangos. Then the teacher was talking about some store she goes to, like I live in the same area as her. Then I was coughing when she was reading a poem. She got all mad at me, I didn't do it on purpose. She should be glad I actually took the time to come to her crappy class. I was feeling a little brash and I told the teacher out loud that I'd leave. She thought I was joking, but I was totally serious there. Then the girl who sits behind me says she would leave with me too. I was bored and feeling inspired by the odangos I was wearing. So I started drawing chibi versions of characters that wear odangos. That girl who sits behind me was looking back to see what I was doing. She was laughing at the chibis I was drawing. By the end of class I decided to leave. When I'm waiting for the bus. There is this girl fighting with her boyfriend on her cell phone. She was so loud. I don't know about people these days, but why would you want to yell all your relationship problems? But I've heard her just talking (no phone) she is pretty loud. I can hear her from like a block away seriously. Then I get asked for directions and called "lady" again! FUCK! And it was a different person too. Do all the stupid people drive around asking around for directions at 11 AM or something!?

Wednesday: I didn't get any sleep and I didn't go to school I was just too sick.

Thursday: It was great sleeping in since I "cashed in" my absence. I was feeling sassy I was wearing my new Cena shirt and I styled my hair in odangos. I know they really dont go together at all. I got to class just in time. The teacher said that women don't play fantasy leagues. But she's wrong I play the WWE one and now there are going to be new ones for women about celebrities.

Friday: Well I saw that creepy guy reading a magazine in the library. I knew he was late because he was still reading while I was leaving. On my way I class I saw him running, I on the other hand didnt care that I was late. I took my time.

Bears and Buns (partial week in review)

Originally Posted on May 14, 2006 10:01 PM

Well, this is the rest of it. I know was really late. I'm hoping to have the next week in review done by Tomorrow.

Thursday: When I get to my writing class late as usual. I see there is hardly nobody in the room there was like 8-12 students in there total! I was upset because I was really debating on not going to class well more than usual. It would have been in my best interest to just stay home. Well I have still have one absence left and I'm going to "cash it in" soon. I'll call it "absence in the bank"! Yeah thats a good name for it. Then we had to write another sappy love poem. *in a valley girl voice* "Gag me with a spoon!" *makes gagging sound* I guess I should bask in the crappiness of being in class today. The teacher said we should be happy and not depressed. I'm going to be happy. Happy to leave here! Good riddance! I write that I'm bored like in every class. The teacher was a purple explosion. She looked like a grape. I was debating on wearing odangos to school. She has us read this poem she was enjoying more than us. It was about clothes blowing in the wind on a clothesline. But I wasn't alone in not liking it a lot of the class did. It referenced a lot of things "we" the students didn't get. I was really bored so I drew some chibis. I love drawing chibis. Then somebody was giving a presentation in class and the teacher admitted not to be paying attention! Why should we pay attention to her if she isn't? She said something like her thoughts were floating like laundry...ok...-_- Then she asked us what we wanted to do my first thought was "leave possibly?" After class I had to go to the lab because I needed to do my comm homework. It was a little crowded, but I got a computer. I was writing about different tv shows and I was using the net to find specific tv shows to cite. I hope people didnt think I was just messing around looking up tv show summaries. In my comm class when I get my wrestling paper back with a "B" grade I'm relieved. At least its not a "D" or an "F". The teacher wrote a funny note on it. Part of it was about the way it was written and formatted incorrectly, but the other part was that she wanted to know about how I got into wrestling. Hell! That could be the whole 5 pages there! I could write 5 pages about me being a Cena fan. If she really knew the story about hat drove me to becoming a Cena fan she'd freak! (but this is not the time or the place to tell that story, yet) But she wouldn't want me writing inane things about Cena.

This is a little side story I thought about when I was writing my paper on the WWE. Back when I was in high school, the teacher would have us write like 10 page papers. Anyway somebody told me that the teacher didn't read the paper he jsut checked to see if it was 10 pages. So when I was writing a paper for his class one time and it was really lacking in material. I decided to just make it 10 pages by writing about how much I loved playing jump rope as a kid and all the different games.

Friday: I was wearing odangos/meatballs/buns in my hair at night. They look different cause my hair is short so I can make an odango of all of my hair and no ponytail really sticks out. My hair looks more like Corina/Mint's or Dorie/Doremi's hair.

Do I look like a road map to you!? (partial week in review)

Posted Date: : May 12, 2006 6:15 PM

First I want to say I know I was late in posting my blog. I did get part of it out. I've been really sick (cold). I'm a little better now.

Monday: We had to stretch and we do this one that looks a lot like the Master Lock.

Tuesday: I only came to my writing class to turn in my work. If I didnt have to I wouldn't. I was contemplating ditching my comm. class. I figured since I have 2 unused "free absences" for that class I thought I should use one. I was so tired I could barely stay awake. I went to class like 10 minutes late, but I didnt care. I went later than some girl who always comes late and I mean really late. When I walked in the teacher said I looked depressed. Well I was...a little I was really more tired than anything else. She was talking about depressing poems. I love depressing songs, but not the blues. I like depressing poems too. What can I say? Im a Plath fan. A lot of the "Return of Saturn" album was inspired by Gwen reading Plath. I think "Under Construction" is a pretty depressing songs. A lot of the "Return of Saturn" era ones are. I hope everything that I did is in that folder. Why didn't she have us write a depression poem earlier than writing those sappy love ones? I was so tired I fell asleep in class. Then the teacher was telling us another story about her car. -_- Then she was talking about drug abuse. I was wondering how much has she really done? And is it showing? A lot of people love doing drugs and the "benefits" of them. I'm just going to say I don't approve of drug use. But people do what they want to do. Lets get Dr. Drew up in here! The teacher is always off topic. So at the end of class I turned in my work most of the poems I wrote were complaining about things. But you know I like complain if you read this blog at all. I guess I like doing it. Maybe I'll get a bad grade on my poems, but I dont care. I'll probably get some weird comments from the teacher on them too. So when I decide to leave and ditch my comm. class. I'm walking to the bus stop down the street. And I see this lady talking to this other lady. One of them is old like senior citizen old. And the other is a younger lady in her 30s to 40s. The older lady called me "lady" which I think is absurd! And it makes me feel old "lady" makes me feel old. So then the younger lady asks me for directions. Like just because I'm walking down the street doesn't mean I have an intimate knowledge of the streets! And who the hell parks their car/truck/suv/whatever on the side of the road and asks random people waking by directions!? I was rude to both of the ladies, but I didn't care they were rude in the first place thinking I know where something should be! Why didn't she go ask at store or a gas station? Then she parked her on the other side of the street to look for other "victims", then she gave up and left.

Wednesday: It feels so good with short hair I really needed to cut it. Since it was really gloomy I thought we weren't going to be walking in my exercise class. But we did anyway. I was keeping up at first. Then I saw a girl from my class reverse cheating. She had joined up with the group by cutting through the school when we started. I cheated too, well I intended to. I figured since that girl did it was ok for me to do it again. I staggered and then I cut through the school. But then I got side tracked because I had to use the bathroom. The time I would have saved got eaten up by using it. I did end up being the last person.

Wear your fandom on your sleeve, and let yourself glow with pink hair (partial week in review)

originally Posted on Apr 28, 2006 6:03 PM

Thursday: I thought since I might have to present I better work on the footage I was going to show for class. I was up until 1:30 AM editing it. I had to pack all my things incase I had to present. In my writing class we had to write haikus. I was inspired by my favorite South Park episode, "Roger Ebert Should Lay Off the Fatty Foods". To write a haiku about Cartman. I Cartman. But nobody got my South Park reference. But a lot of people in the class are frustrated with poetry. We did a lyrics assigment and somebody read "Stairway to Heaven", I'm not really into old music. I guess when your dad loves it so much and it gets shoved down your throat you tend not to like it. So I had to present my lyrics. I presented "Under Construction" it was very hard for me to do. Not just because I had to speak in front of the class which terrifies me. I did feel a little more comfortable because I was talking about No Doubt. I had to explain about No Doubt to the teacher who had no idea who they were. I also had to explain about the whole "Return of Saturn" era with the pink hair and such. It was different present to this class because nobody knows me. Like the way people did in high school. I'm not really that open with my love for No Doubt like I was in high school. I had something to prove back then. Now "I got nothing to say, I got nothing to prove". And I ended up getting into all their different albums. Somebody else was talking about a Poe song and I couldnt believe nobody knew or remembered Poe. I guess I just really like those female singers. And it's so hard to even mention music from the last 10 years cause the teacher has no idea who we are talking about. She thinks I'm really into music, which I am, but I also love writing. Since the projector in my comm class was still broken we had to meet in the library. Some people in the class did a project about the influence of music videos. They were acting like people are sponges and that they do everything they see. And I admit I was influenced my music videos. Like when I had pink tipped hair and went to rave. And the time I was a member of the A-Team and I tried to foil Gary Coleman's plan. Or the time I went into a comic book. Ok , that never really happened , but it could have if I was really influenced by music videos. Then the teacher admitted to liking Kriss Kross and said that we were to young to remember them. Well maybe the people 19 and under would. But I admit I liked them too. Backwards clothes ruled back in '92. Well I was slated to be the last person to present. But we only had 15 minutes left, but due to my stupidity and charm. I got out of presenting until the next class. Which means I have the whole weekend to "budget" and get my act together.

Friday: I got my math test back with a bad grade on it. I was bored so I started to draw a goth version of Alice, from Alice in Wonderland.

The Surgeon and the Rapper (partial week in review)

originally Posted on Apr 24, 2006 8:01 PM

Ok I know this ins't the whole week in review. I'm really busy I have to turn in my writing assigment of bad poetry this week and I'm still not done with it. The rest of the review will be up later in the week.
Monday: In my exercise class we were walking and I cheated. I was really lagging behind so I took a shortcut through the school. I made it look like I was still last even though I really walked less. Its ok to cheat when you don't get caught.
Tuesday: I was feeling sick in the morning and if it was any other day I would've just left. I'm consumed with apathy, but everybody else is too so you don't notice it. I'd love to see the "live report" from the journalism students LOL! I hate my writing class so much I think I hate this class the most maybe even more than math. It's just so slow, boring, stagnant, and monotonous. It's driving me nuts! Plus I don't feel inspired to write, well except for how much I hate it. Maybe I'll get lucky and the teachers thing won't work in my comm class and I'll get more time to get my presentation together. She wants us to read the stuff we wrote anything else too. She would really want to know what I wrote. I write inane things. (like in this blog) Then she was telling this story about being at a car wash and she heard some rap music and she got engrossed in it and locked her keys in the car. Then some guy helped her. Her "angel". She needed help with the computer again and she said she needed an angel. And I started thinking about that song. Then I thought "I'm no angel", which I'm not. Nobody likes to help her cause we don't like her. I was thinking about talking about how much I love the song "Just Another Day" for the lyrics assignment, but I got too embarrassed. I think people in the class might question how "legit" Cena is as a rapper. I worked on math for 2 hours because I had a test coming up. But I'm slow with math so I didn't get much done. I was practically falling asleep. That girl bugged me again, you know that one who asked for the index card. I still don't know her name. All I know is that shes in my class. She asked about the presentations. I told her what I thought I knew. If it didnt help oh well! She's pretty annoying, but I do act respectful to her. Well when I get to my comm class (see Breaking news!) When we are in the room and I'm just taking a look around. I see a guy in a Roddy Piper shirt. Then why do I get heat for wearing a Cena one? I'll tell you why, because its a Cena one and because his picture is on it. The teacher said she liked the reporters' project. I think she liked it because shes in broadcast journalism, and is biased towards them. The next project was a talk show about black racism in the media (now I don't want to make this into a political blog because I don't want mine to be and they never will.) The only real problem I had with it was they were dissing Scrubs, but they didn't even have their facts straight. At least have your facts straight. They were saying the Turk character was a nurse. Turk is not a nurse, his wife Carla is. He's a surgeon. This discussion went on into the class and they were still saying wrong things. They said he was a nurse and then became a surgeon. Which is also wrong. Turk went to medical school with JD and became a surgeon. But they are right the characters on that show are stereotypical. I thought it was funny that when I watched Scrubs they said about Turk being black.
Wednesday: I wrote "Breaking news!" before I went to bed and I was very tired so some of the details might not all be there. The math test was hard, I didn't realize how much I didnt know. Even one of the smart girls in my class said the test was hard.

"Every house has a bathroom" (week in review)

originally Posted on Apr 10, 2006 11:05 PM

Monday: It was hard with my dad having the day off and having to spend the morning with him. I get to my math class late and Im still there earlier than the teacher. I fell asleep in class because of the time change. We had to work out in the gym again because it was raining. And the teacher let us exercise without towels. Which is against the rules if you do. Nobody told us anything so I guess it was ok. Everybody was just taking it easy. When class was over I accidentally talked to myself out loudumyeahnow Im officially crazy.

Tuesday: In my writing class some girl put her long umbrella under the desk in one of those book baskets and I tripped over it. Who the hell just leaves an umbrella sticking out like that?! I was happy we didnt have to write a love poem. She told us some ad on the radio was making her want to do something. I think she is pretty dumb if she is easily influenced by an ad. She wanted progress on our photo poem. I dont want to say about it. Not even the subject. Plus I wasnt wearing the right shirt to be talking about wring a Cena poem. I wouldve sounded like a stalker or something. She wanted us to share some lyrics we have written. I do not want to share them. I use to think I was a good songwriter when I was like 14. I mostly wrote novelty songs anyway. Who really wants to hear "Government Lunch"? Then she told us to bring in some of our favorite lyrics. Now that is something I can handle. In my comm class the teacher divulged a nice little piece of info in my former deranged reporter teacher. She didnt let her kids watch tv until they were 12! WOW! Thats pretty messed up.

Wednesday: I hate going out in the rain. I went to class late and my teacher was like a half hour late. And that creepy guy blocked me trying to move his dolly out of the way. We did a step aerobic video in my exercise class. It was so dated I think it was from the late 90s early 80s. One of the ladies in the video had a side ponytail. And some of the music in the video sounded like the theme from Beverly Hills Cop. The real problem with the video was that it went too fast and I ended up making stuff up. Some of the moves kind of looked like Chinese Jump Rope ones.

Thursday: We had to write about fortune cookie fortunes we found in the cookies she gave us. My fortune was "Patience is the answer to success." Which is true for me or anybody else. The lucky numbers are: 9,14,25,36,41. 27. I liked the idea because I had been craving fortune cookies for a while. The teacher had us read the fortunes and somebody made a Simpsons joke/reference and said "Every house has a bathroom". The teacher didnt get that joke either. Then some speaker came in and was bored . He talked for like an hour. -_- I was so upset when she told me I have to turn in poetry for our writing project. I suck at writing poetry like I said before. We need to turn in like 7 poems. So I figured that I could pass off some of my freestyle raps off as poems. She doesnt need to know. I spent 3 hours waiting for my next class and when I get there I see its cancelled! I was so upset I wasted 3 hours for nothing! I could check my emails because the lab is too crowded an d they are always trying to kick you out. Some girl from my class thought I was waving at her, but I was really swatting a bee.

Friday: Nothing much to say here.

Week in review (now with 30% more vanilla!)

Originally Posted on Mar 29, 2006 9:23 PM

Ok I know this entry was a few days late. There were a few setbacks. This place is going to change too. I know I've been using this blog to complain about a lot of things and it just makes me look bad.

Monday: I had to stretch in my exercise class. The girl I usually partner up with wasn't there, so I had to partner up with this other girl. She was too hard on me she was pressing down so hard. It hurt so much. I was making a lot of pain faces like this >O<.

Tuesday: My writing teacher was a teal and blue explosion. She was wearing these ugly suede teal cowboy boots. And I was wondering does she have a whole closet of suede cowboy boots? Then she had to ask this boy about his injured foot because she has "no sense of mystery" or is nosy. Then she was trying to work a computer and seeing her work it's like when my parents try it. I got my entertainment in there. She wants one of us to do it, but nobody cares to help her. She didn't know how to get it out once she had put it in. The whole class was making fun of her. Somebody said they wanted to record the teacher trying to work the computer. I would've love to watch that on some kind of medium. She didn't even know how to close a (computer) window. In my comm class it was so quiet because that noisy reporter wasn't there. So I had to ask my teacher about my proposed ideas. She told me I had to pick one topic since I had tied 3 different topics to wrestling. I think she was leaning towards the advertising side of it.

Wednesday: I went to the computer lab and I got there before it got crowded, then they were trying to kick people off again. I swear someday they'll have to pull me away from a computer literally. We walked and boy it was hard at first I faded really quickly then I don't know if it was me or everybody else, but then everybody else faded and I was one of the first people.

Thursday: I got a compliment on my Cena shirt by that annoying girl who never shuts up. Well I guess she's not all bad cause she "represents" and is a member of the Chain Gang. I was wondering why she hadn't noticed it before? In my comm class the teacher had brought candy, but I think it was leftover candy, but I took some anyway. I got my proposal back and the teacher wrote notes on it like she said she would. She said she would like me to do a presentation and show some WWE footage. We were watching Crash in class , and she had a bootlegged DVD. It broke on her and crashed the system, but that's what she gets for using a bootlegged DVD. Luckily it stayed broken so I got to go home early.

Friday: That creepy guy was confused about having a graphic calculator. The teacher said you don't need it for the level of math we are taking. But he said we do need a scientific calculator. And that guy didn't know the difference between scientific and the regular kind. He didn't even know which kind he had. It took 2 people to explain to him that he had a regular calculator and not a scientific one and what the difference was.

Harajuku is for Lovers (week in review)

Posted Date: : Mar 20, 2006 8:22 PM

Monday: I didn't pack my math book because I needed room in my backpack. The teacher was 15 minutes late and I go there 5 minutes late. I shouldn't be coming to class on time if he isn't. That creepy guy came in the class and was looking for a place to park his dolly with all his art supplies on it. He ended up parking it in the front corner of the room. He was also looking for a seat. Nobody really wants to sit by him. I remember I did once and he creped me out. He was just sitting there mumbling to himself and nodding. It sucked that he ended up sitting in front of me. It's kind of sad nobody wants to sit by him. The teacher erased a problem and that guy groaned and said something that wasn't even a sentence it was like words. He said something like Oh! Notes! Copy! I copied the problem faster than him and I wasn't even paying attention. Then the teacher asked him if he was done copying down the problem.

Tuesday: It was already the next day and I was sitting there looking at a blank computer screen thinking about how to write up my proposal. I decided just to write something. I wasn't like I was rushed or anything. I wondered if it was "right" the instructions were too vague and plus I couldn't commit to one topic. I'm still thinking I could've been at Kimmel today. It's "Pi" day 3-14, but I think that's really celebrated in high school math classes or by people who want P-I-E. Nobody likes to volunteer reading their work; it's funny and sad. There is no participation in class because of her. Then she said she was just going to call on people, and I hoped she didn't call on me. But she did. I was really upset. She told us not to talk about mentally not being in class because she wasn't. Hello!? *knocks on teacher's head and hears a hollow sound.* She confuses the class and herself, plus she doesn't really like anything us the students wrote. I wonder how she'll take on my wrestling story? So at first when I wrote my proposal I was feeling like a smart-ass. I'm going to admit I felt that way. But as class was nearing I was not really feeling it, and I was getting really stressed out about it. Well here it is the test results. The teacher said one person got 100n it, and I was hoping it was me. Sad to say it wasn't. The thing that sucked the most was that I missed getting an A by 1 point! I'm satisfied, but not too satisfied.

Wednesday: Kimmel was so great! It had Adam Brody and John Cena as guests. It was great because I like them both they are both hot. Too bad Cena was the 2^nd guest like he was the last time he was on Kimmel. I had set a VCR program just incase I fell asleep. And something went wrong and it cut off during Cena's part! I was freaking out. But luckily I fixed it. A little part is missing but it's negligible. He is such a good dancer! He dances old school. Most of his moves look like they are from the early 90s. I think his dancing on Kimmel might be my all time favorite Cena moment ever! I was laughing so much. It knocked him stuffing the tie in his jersey to 2^nd place. When I was at school I saw that girl in my exercise class and she greeted me and I was confused. When I was in the library I saw that guy who needs math help so I didn't want to be bothered so I was keeping an eye out for him. Luckily he didn't bother me. In my math class the teacher had to keep asking that guy if he was done copying down the problems. In my exercise class we did yoga. I took off my shoes, but not my socks. I fell doing yoga because my feet kept sliding around the mat and I'm so much better at doing a lot of things barefoot. I can use my toes to grip. We were supposed to clear our mind, but I kept thinking about Cena's dancing which was making me laugh in my head. I couldn't shake it.

Thursday: In my comm class that reporter the loud one was saying about loud people. Hello! Check yourself girl! The teacher brought candy some good candy this time. It was a variety bag it had Jolly Ranchers and Twizzlers and some other kinds of candy I forgot. When the bag got to me all the good candy was gone. I guess nobody in the class likes Twizzlers, but that's a good candy. Well at least to me. I don't know if my idea was accepted or rejected by the teacher she never said. The problem is that I don't want to start writing something and then find out my idea is rejected. I think I'll ask the teacher if my idea is accepted next class. It can't hurt.

Friday: Today is St. Patrick's Day and of course I had to wear green. It's not as important as when you are in K-12 because people sock you if you don't wear green. I didn't really want to go to school, but I had to because I had a math quiz. If I didn't have one I probably wouldn't have gone. So we take the quiz and it was hard. It must have been really hard because a lot of people in the class were taking a long time working on it. So when the teacher collected the quizzes like 5 minutes later that guy says he going to turn his in. The teacher tells him he won't accept it. Later when the teacher is going over the quiz on the board they guy says "Please don't erase it. I'm gonna write 'em down." He told the teacher which problem number he was copying down. And the teacher said he was making progress.

Saturday: Well I usually don't do reviews of tv shows, but I'm going to review Saturday Night's Main Event. I thought the show had way too many commercials. There was not really a lot of matches in the show either. The beginning was funny when the different wrestlers were saying who they are, and when Cena got in Triple H's face. Cena can just crack me up sometimes. I didn't like the theme song I thought they should've picked another song that that P.O.D. one. I seriously thought the main event vs. main event would be at the end of the show. Or at least that's where I would have put it. I like that he won the match even though Triple H betrayed him, but you know he would. The part with Foley and the thumbtacks made me think about how when you watch wrestling it makes you do "bad" things. *goes to the store and buys thumbtacks*

Sunday: I went shopping and I saw something that I really wanted. The local Sanrio store finally got the Harajuku Lovers line there. I had been waiting for that stuff to come out since November, and it's what March now. Gwen's stuff is very overpriced. I think I go the cheapest thing in her line at the store a pencil that says "Harajuku Lovers" on it and has a bell on top, and it's made of wood. It set me back $2.95. But Gwen designed it, so I had to have it.

Week in Review (WIR for short)

OriginallyPosted on Mar 13, 2006 8:33 PM

Mon: Ok I'm officially clammed up. That girl who told me I don't talk didn't respond when I greeted her. Huh!? That's the kind of thing I was talking about in the first place. That's the whole reason why I do it. The teacher in my exercise class decided to change what we were doing and had us walk which really sucked because I wasn't prepared for it. So I needed to get my stuff for walking. I was doing good at first and keeping a good pace. It happened again I faded I got passed by 9 people. This one guy in my class was really rocking out and dancing and I was laughing at him out loud. But he didn't hear me. After that I was so achy I could barely stand or walk.

Tues: I remembered I had forgotten my index card for the test. I mean I knew I had this feeling I had forgotten something, but I couldn't remember what. I also really didn't get to study for my test either. I was just feeling so "eh" I just didn't want to be at school .I left for my class late and when I got there the teacher was barely getting there too. I beat her and I wasn't even running to class or knocked her over or anything like that. I did get a compliment on my Sonic the Hedgehog shirt. I totally blanked and forgot to do a poem. Well I knew I was forgetting something. I had too much to do this week. Well my tests are more important. Than some dumb poem. It's funny to see my writing teacher in action. I studied for about 2 hours for my comm midterm, or at least I planned to. I did for a while, but then I got bored so I decided to start journaling. I know my attention span isn't that long when there is something I need to do. As I'm journaling and partially studying I start falling asleep with the head nodding and such. Then this girl comes up to me I thought she was mistaking me for somebody else, that has been happening to me a lot. So she tells me she in my class and you know I take 4 classes and they have a lot of people in them and sometimes I can't keep straight which class I'm going to or who is in it. Well anyway she asks for a card, so I tell her I don't even have one for myself. I think she thought I was lying, but I wasn't and it shouldn't really matter what she thinks. Later I see her going around the library asking for a card. I guess she got one. When I get to the room I see the teacher brought candy; lollipops the only problem is I can't eat that during the test because you get a drooly. Why couldn't she have brought neater candy? I was feeling naughty and I decided to write about wrestling, mostly because I felt like defending it. After I finished the test and handed it in I wondered what the teacher would think about what I wrote.

Wed: It was great going to school late the only problem was that I woke up early on my own. It was refreshing only having to go to one class. We stretched in my exercise class. We did some stretches that looked like wrestling submission moves. This one guy didn't have a partner, but he was smart enough not to volunteer to be the teacher's demonstration person.

Thurs: I found out Cena will be on Kimmel again and I wish I could miss class and go to the taping and be like that boy who gave Cena a picture of himself. But it's being taped on a Tuesday and then if I cut my comm class to go to see Cena then the people in my class (who watch the show) would see me on tv. I'd get in trouble and they'd think even lower of me. I went to my writing class late, but it didn't even matter because there was hardly nobody in there. And it's not like I need to come early for a seat there is plenty of room now. She had us write down or fave lyrics and it's hard to write lyrics from memory without music and I was writing down No Doubt lyrics. I'm sad now. The teacher got mad because nobody wants to share what they write. She said we are introverted writers always pondering. I want to get that phrase printed on a shirt. A lot of people were upset about the comments the teacher wrote to them. I guess I'm not alone. She told us not to say about what she wrote, oh well! She doesn't know that I wrote about the comments on my blog. There was this one guy who read his story at first it was good, but then it segwayed into promoting his music. And you know I hate shameless self promotion. When he is finished reading he asked the teacher if he could put up a site address to find his music on the web. So I think "I bet it's a myspace artist profile". Then when we see him write the word "myspace" on the board the class starts to laugh in unison. The teacher didn't "get" how funny it was that the wrote a myspace address. So when I'm in my comm class the teacher tells us that our essay question responses were boring. Boring? Well she better not have thought mine were. She said we'll get out test back on Tuesday, so I'll have an additional post to my WIR (week in review) about my test. Too bad out project proposals are due on the 14^th I knew something else besides Cena on tv was going on. But I just couldn't remember now I really can't go. Well at least I'll get to see him on tv. The teacher really wanted us to join up in work groups, but I didn't really want to join one after all. At first I thought I "needed" one. But then after a bunch of people around me weren't making ones I thought "why should I be busting my ass trying to join one?". Plus I don't want to be going around working everywhere. I don't have a car and it would be very inconvenient. I didn't want to announce to the class by yelling "HEY ANYBODY DO YOU WANT TO WORK ON A PROJECT ABOUT WRESTLING WITH ME?" I would never do that because I am not that kind of person. Doing that is just wrong on so many levels. The "journalists" had a group that needed another member. I was not going to join them because I don't like their loud "leader" and they were doing a project on broadcast journalism. I just feel like the whole class social environment seems so negative, competitive, and hostile. I just think the teacher is going to have to deal with people doing work by themselves. I really didn't want to work in a group anyway because if one person in the group is a slack-ass the other members have to make up for it. If you mess up it's all on you and you have nobody else to blame.

Week in review (do I use that title too much?)

Originally Posted on Mar 8, 2006 9:12 PM

On Monday: I was bored in math class as usual. I didn't take the book because I needed extra room in my backpack. We don't even really use it. When I'm in the computer lab I see that there is a vacant computer, but I didn't use it because the lady next to it reeked! So I went to another one. When I get to the locker room (at the right time this time) the door is locked! I was all WTF!? Why is it locked? People need to use this place! So I just got dressed in the bathroom instead. They never give you enough time to use one machine to exercise on. I broke a machine in there and I wasn't going to get another blood blister. Maybe it's just me, but I think there's a problem here. Ok so I'm talking to that lady (the one who I forgot was in my class) and she was telling me about the back machine and how she likes to use it then I tell her I like to work my legs and she says "ok" like she's just brushing me off. So is it me or her or both? I cheated on my diet and I ate pork. I was pork free for 28 days which is not bad and beats my former record of 7 days that I sustained like 10 years ago after I saw Babe. I never realized how much will power I have when I really think about it and focus.

On Tuesday: I wore my Cena shirt. I haven't worn it in like 2 weeks. I got to class at 9:30 and the teacher still wasn't there! She got there at 9:33. Wow! I'm just going to keep adding time. We had to write an ending for an old story I read back in 7^th grade. I think I read again in 12th, but I'm not sure. She said she forgot the assignment because she was confused by the weather ok. Plus she didn't remember me, but it's ok if she doesn't I'm pretty forgettable. That hippie guy was discussing some play I've never heard of. I was so lost and it just went over my head. After class I go to the lab there was this lady sitting next to me and she telling all this stuff about needing to call the library and was going outside. Then she got mad because I didn't hear her ask for me to reserve the computer for her. Well I would of if she didn't tell her whole story. Why didn't she just tell me that in the first place? Then I needed some help with the computer because it wouldn't sign onto the internet, and the lab tech REEKED! I mean like really bad! I still see a lot of people messing around. It's better to print there because it's free. And a lot of people take advantage of that and print a lot of crap. Because I was waiting for my print out people were thinking I was being rude and guarding an abandoned computer. But I wasn't I was having printer problems. In my comm. class the journalists were acting like they were so smart. All I need to do is prove them wrong. I got a good grade on the paper I reluctantly didn't write about wrestling on. I didn't on the quiz I took today either. I so could've. I think the teacher is a little biased towards them. Plus the subjects we covered in there I had already learned about in my US history honors class back in 11^th grade. I shouldn't keep thinking I'm so smart because it will get to my head and that would be arrogant.

On Wednesday: I was late to my math class, but it was ok I didn't miss anything. I still wonder how it would be if that creepy guy was in my writing class. Him and the teacher would say random thought to each other. The locker room was locked again! But I saw other people dressing in the bathroom this time. I almost lost my watch dressing in the bathroom. The Abs of Steel video we used was incredibly dated. The lady in the video was wearing a hat with the brim flipped up and white high tops. I didn't even want to change my pants. I should just start wearing them to school so I don't have to change. When I was walking through the campus I saw those Vector people trying to get more "recruits" I really wanted to run by their table and yell "SCAM!!!!" That unprofessional recruiter was there. (the one who shook my hand like 3 times)

On Thursday: I was late to class but I didn't care. The teacher was actually on time this time! I wrote a pretty mean journal entry, but I won't turn that in. I've been having a "why can't I?" attitude lately. In my comm class I got a good grade on my quiz and I almost got a 10 (the highest score), but I missed one minor concept, so I got a 9.5. I bet I got a better grade than those "journalists". After school I went to the Burger King and I ordered fries and rings because I couldn't decide, so I got both. I ate so many fatty foods. I also ate a jr. Whopper and animal fries. I'm officially off my diet.

On Friday: I was raining and I hate when it rains my school floods so much. I was so cold I decided to go to class early to get out of the rain. That was a big mistake. The teacher was 20 minutes late. I was going to leave. You know because of that rule. It would've been better if I just didn't go. I don't see the point of going to school when it rains unless you have a test or something like that. So that creepy guy comes in the class with a weird look on his face and then he looked like he wanted to hang up his wet coat up somewhere. It was too funny! When we were copying problems off the board that creepy guy told the teacher "please don't erase the problem. I'm going to write everything down." The teacher told him to write quickly. I was busting up when he said this. Later on the teacher asked the guy if he was finished. I feel I have too much self esteem in some places, but not in others. Which is such a bad thing because I should try to be balanced in all areas. Maybe I need to stop thinking so highly of myself.