[warning: rant ahead]
Why I Am in Such a Crappy Mood
1. I think I'm getting a cold. My nose has been kind of stuffy all day, and my left eye keeps watering. Just the left one. It was harder than usual to do my laps in gym class, because I had to keep breathing through my mouth, and that always makes my throat hurt. I half-jokingly blamed Greg, saying I must have "caught" his allergies. But I took some Aleve a little while ago, so I hope it'll kick in before I go to bed. I need to get some sleep.
2. For the AP Lit summer assignment, we have to read Jane Austen's
Pride and Prejudice and William Golding's
Lord of the Flies. I tried reading
Flies just for fun over the summer, but that didn't work out. It's very symbolic and allegorical, so I gave up. Now I'll have to pick it up again, and
understand it. Grr. Also, I remembered that I have a copy of
Pride and Prejudice that I never read, so I figured I could just read that. No such luck -- mine is abridged. Tell me, who came up with the concept of abridging novels? The author obviously intended for his or her work to remain intact. As is. With not editing or cutting-out or anything like that. Abridging is just disrespectful.
3. Mr. Avondet was talking for almost the whole class period today. No big deal, it just puts me a day behind my already behind-ness. The tragedy is the box I'm making for my power supply. See, the wood has slots cut in it, so that you can fit plastic panels in the slots. (Then you can see into the case to all the inner workings and such.) I glued mine together on Friday, clamped it, and set it in my locker to dry. That little inner voice told me, after I'd lined up all the parts to make sure they were even, I should take the plastic out and just glue the wood together separately. Why do I listen to that stupid voice? I took the box out of my locker today, unclamped it, and was pleased to find that it is absolutely secure. All glued together -- crooked! It looked a teeny bit off, and when I tried to slide the plastic panels back in they wouldn't go all the way down. I feel like such an idiot. Now I have to recut the wood and glue it together again. Why am I so incompetent in that class? No other class has ever made me feel so blatantly stupid.
4. I don't know if I ever mentioned it, but my cell phone is the prepaid kind. As in, Lindsay doesn't have a job, but is tired of never being able to call people (usually the parental units) when she wants/needs to, so the parentals have paid for her phone. It's worked okay so far, except for a small hurdle after I first got it that was quickly resolved. Then they basically left "matters of the phone" to me. Not such a good thing. See, I am very forgetful. So, to avoid (ha!) forgetting when to add more minutes to my phone, I write down the date the automated thingie gives me. Last time, I forgot write said date on the calendar, where I might have noticed it. This was not as much of a problem, because I remembered the date was early June, so I'd just add more at the end of May. Of course, the end of May was last week. To wrap it up, my phone is no longer functioning properly, because I am a ditz and let the date pass without realizing it. ::smacks forehead:: I knew there was a reason I'm so hooked on Post-Its, I
knew it!
5. I realized yesterday, when I polished off another quarter of the bag of Original Utz, that I am addicted to chips. It's like I was telling Sarah at lunch today: You know how the Lays slogan is "Betcha can't eat just one?" For me it's more like, "Betcha can't stop eating these, even though you
know they're not good for you, and even though you
know you should stop before you polish off the whole bag, and even though you
know that you really don't want any more." Well, maybe not in so many words. It is a distressing situation.
6. Dr. J put up more explanatory notes for the second part of the final. Like the good little boring do-gooder I am, I dutifully spent half the period taking notes. I finished the one assignment I was missing, so I have nothing left to do in that class besides take notes. Last time, I let Ian photocopy my notes, because he'd been out for some reason. I figured it couldn't hurt. So, today in class, when he saw me taking notes, he says, "I guess I'll just copy your notes again." Or something equally assuming. I told him straight off that since there aren't that many problems up yet, I expected him to take his own notes. He proceeded to go off and play Magic with Paul and Dwhan. Um, yeah. I'm not letting him copy my notes. That's like saying he can go off and play, and I'll do the dirty for him. Right. Like that's gonna happen. Ian's an okay guy most of the time, but that was just rude.
7. I only realized the aforementioned phone predicament late last night. Around 11:30, before I went to bed. I went to my parents, and they tried to help me remedy it ('cause they can be cool like that
sometimes). I felt bad about waking them, but it was an emergency. So they were already turning against me when I told them this morning (a) that I'd be staying for It's Ac today, and (b) about the National Honor Society meeting tomorrow before school. But I covered for (a) by having a ride already: Greg, who is beginning to feel like my personal taxi, but who insists he doesn't mind. I sensed a negative return for (b). And I got it this evening. I
know I mentioned to my dad that NHS meetings would be in the morning. Doesn't "in the morning" on a weekday generally mean "before school"? My grandfather's giving me a ride, so it worked out, but I think I got on their nerves. My dad mentioned something about a "debriefing every Friday" of my plans for the next week. I'm not even sure what that means. And I don't even know a lot of my plans until the last minute. I can't even really call them "plans". Argh. This is
not helping.
8. When is It's Ac going to end, finally? We were supposed to meet last Tuesday and Wednesday, but Mr. T canceled on Wednesday because of the teacher meeting, and I don't even remember if I went on Tuesday. So, we met with Mrs. Anderson again this afternoon, and I think we're meeting with Mr. T again on Wednesday and
that will be our last meeting. We're already supposed to start early (like, mid-August) because we tape for tv in late September. It has to end sometime. Not that I don't like going, but it's becoming tedious.
9. I
must get my provisional license soon.
Really soon. My permit expires on August 22nd, and I refuse to renew it if I actually keep it that long. I just haven't practiced enough. Doing what I need/want to do would be much easier if I could drive. I think my parents would actually get me a car if I had a license, just because that'd be one less child underfoot. It'd be "I'm going to..." instead of "Can you take me to...?" Which would let us all breathe easier.
10. English paper still unfinished. Research for it still not done. History paper still unedited, but now due next Monday (Capati forgot he'd be out on Friday, and the date was so perfect: 6/6, D-Day). SAT on Saturday!!!!!! And I've done less studying than last time, if anything. Also, ACT in two weeks!!!!!! How am I supposed to get a comparably high score if I do zero studying?
11. Issues with Greg that I do not wish to discuss. We'll work it out. We always do.
12. The few non-crappy things on this list: I finally finished
Fearless #25: Lost today. My trig teacher spent the whole class going over the last assignment, which I understood completely, so I just read quietly in the back. (I
know I could have handled PreCal this year, but no. Mr. Creveling wouldn't let me in. :P) It was riveting, as always. I had a jaw-dropping moment toward the end; what's-his-name that sits next to me gave me an odd look. I get a lot of those lately. I find it a little unbelievable that Sam didn't really die. Could he be a clone of Dying!Sam? We know Loki can clone people, maybe he had a reason for cloning the people in Gaia's life that he killed. The Sam that showed up is definitely real and alive. But I don't think he's Gaia's Sam. Also, dinner was good (ham quesadillas), and it's looking like I might get to bed on time tonight. Yay for sleep.
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