Rajni has a new
home. Go visit. She keeps complaining that her layouts suck, but I think they all rock. Even the blue stars one that went up temporarily. I could use some of those layout-making skills. Still pondering a new look for here. I agree with Rajni that fanlistings are addicting, and I am itching to go join some more. I don't want to subject those of you with slower connections to the pain of loading all the pics, though (I know how that feels), so I'm wondering what to do. Maybe I'll try
FreeWebs to display the buttons. I think Rajni has a page there, too, and I'm feeling pretty confident with her taste lately. (Loved
Stargirl.) Hmm.
So today I come home, and the second I walk in the door, the phone rings. Courtney answers, and says something like, "She just walked in," meaning me, of course. I find out that my mom wanted to move my lesson up (it's usually around 8:00), so she said I'd be there at 5:00. I got in at 5:05. So, my mom tells me to get my music and head down to my teacher's house. I find a note on my door from my dad (huh?) that says "Don't forget that you have piano practice at 5:00 - 5:15." (a) It's a
lesson, not practice. Practices are for sports. (b) A fifteen-minute piano lesson? In what universe? (c) Forget? I didn't know to begin with! Anyway, I shed my school stuff, and then my mom shows up. I stop to grab my cell phone, realizing that it's still set to silent. Sure, enough, my mom called twice and texted once, and questions me later. Uh, not trying to have my phone ring in the middle of class, Mom. (That might have happened once. Someone -- I still don't know who cause I didn't recognize the number -- called my phone around 1:00 on a school day. Not cool.) Even though it's still light out, my mom dropped me off, and everything was fine. Well, except the mini-rant she had about being inconvenienced by my lessons. Whatever. I won't stop playing now, not after working for so many years, and I don't want to walk in the dark any more than she wants to let me. Grr.
Hmm, school. ::laughs:: Fourth period was my most interesting class today: World History, which is made up of sophomores and me. (No, I didn't fail, it's the military brat thing.) Anyway, Mr. Capati hinted that he would be out today, so it was no surprise that he didn't show. The surprising part was that the doors to his temp were locked. It was cold today, and I was none too happy about waiting outside for a sub to get there. Then one of the guys (Vance?) gets an idea: if one of the windows is open, he can climb through and open the door. Long story short, we were already inside when our sub finally came. She didn't ask how we got in, so we didn't tell her. It was not quite fun, but definitely unusual.
Third period still sucks. Finished drilling sheet metal for the second wedge-thingy. I hate it that this project is almost completely foreign to me. I am a perfectionist; partly by nature, partly by choice. When I just
can't do something, it irks me like nothing. And the first deadline is next Wednesday. Grr. Bleh. Grr again. My frustration at not being able to pop-rivet is overwhelming. (I didn't even know what they
were until I had to use them.) Sigh. Nothing else of note from school. Started very long trig test, will finish Monday. I almost always know what I'm doing in that class, and it was open book, so I'm good. Dr. J's test was easy, as expected. He just looked at mine and said "100%." That felt good.
We're doing registration for next year now. That sucks. My schedule has been screwed up since last year. I want to go back in time and slap some sense into FreshmanRegistration!Lindsay. Save her some stress and the torture that was consecutive double periods with Dr. Martof. (The memory makes me groan.) And with the new decision that AP classes will be two periods, I am starting to panic. I know I have a history of overreacting, but this could be major. What happened to "senior slump"? I don't think anyone I know will be able to risk slumping, or slacking, or senioritis. Why does high school have to suck so much?
