Hmm. Brand-name questions for today's Friday Five.

What brand of toothpaste do you use? Crest Dual Action Whitening. Either it actually works, or I just think it does. Whatever.

What brand of toilet paper do you prefer? It doesn't matter to me. I think we usually have Northern, though.

What brand(s) of shoes do you wear? Currently, Reebok. But I wear whatever looks cute, fits, and is comfortable, really.

What brand of soda do you drink? Sprite. Or Sierra Mist. And occasionally A&W Root Beer.

What brand of gum do you chew? Extra. But I'm hooked on Icebreaker Mints.

I went to school today mainly to finish up my power supply. I have to make a wood-and-plastic box thingie for it before I'm totally finished. But, as (bad) luck would have it, Mr. Avondet was switched to proctoring today, so I couldn't. I ended up going back to Ms. Dearing's room with Ms. Dixon to sit around and watch movies. Greg came with me. It was nice. I watched X-Men while Greg did his math homework, then we went to lunch, then we came back and watched Barbershop. I hadn't seen that one before. Good movie.

Ms. Dearing's seventh period (that's the one that was frozen today) is all freshmen. In general, freshman are annoying. Some are okay, but the majority are childish jerks that make everyone else look bad. I spent all of Barbershop cuddling with Greg in the corner. Hey, what else was I supposed to do? Danelle was actually in the far corner, but she didn't mind. I appreciated that. I know it used to bother me to see couples "all hugged up" like that. I assume Greg and I evoke those same emotions in other people, but it might be stronger because of the race (non)issue.

Anyway, these two punk boys decided to mess with me and Greg. One of them said to Greg, "Hey, why don't you get off my girl?" We just ignored them, though he did tell me that he was glad we were so... intertwined that he couldn't get up without tossing me aside. I didn't really believe he would have gone over to them, but I appreciated the thought. Then, they tried to say something to me. I just said to Danelle (who was acting as a go-between), "I refuse to even acknowledge their presence." And I didn't. They were being jerky to me, so I turned it right back on them. Problem solved.

Eighth period I sat in Dr. J's class. Several people showed up to take the final. I stuck my head in the back room to tell Thomas he could return my calculator later, and that room was getting kinda full. Dr. J had to move in an extra desk or two just to accommodate all the test-takers. I just sat and read Fearless.

Then I headed upstairs for first period. I found four or five people from my class in the doorway, waiting for Mrs. Anderson to show. After a minute, someone re-read the sign on the door and finally comprehended. I'd read it too, and hadn't realized what it said: "Mrs. Anderson's first period report to Ms. Sim, room 334." It didn't register with any of us that we were first period, so we should have just gone over there as soon as we saw the sign. But it clicked, and we relocated. Ms. Sim tried to draft me to help some of her students with a worksheet for To Kill a Mockingbird, but I read that book in the fall of sophomore year, and they seemed to be doing okay by themselves, so I was released after about fifteen minutes. I joined my classmates to play a game of Harry Potter Uno. It was fun, even though Greg won and I lost. About eight people were playing, and it was down to me and McClain, and everyone went "aww" went I finally lost. They wanted so much for McClain to lose. And they were her cards, too. I was sort of nonchalant about the whole thing.

Came home, ate, went to piano, got online. My day generally gets boring after school. I'm working on refining this layout, so bear with me. Speaking of layouts, Rajni and Mykella both have pretty new ones. Go look. Admire them. I do.

And. If you were at school today, and you know what happened, just let me say one thing: I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to mention it. I really want it to not have happened at all, but it did, and I can't change that. I just don't want to talk about it. So leave the whole subject alone, thanks. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, that's even better. You don't need to know. Ciao.

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