Courtney was being a brat this morning. Well, brattier than usual. I've noticed that no one in my family is a morning person. It's like we all get bad mood-itis first thing, unless there are fresh pancakes or waffles in the near future, or unless we've been allowed to sleep in. Neither happened this morning. So, as usual, Courtney whined about me reminding her to be ready to leave on time. I gathered up my stuff and left, only to find Courtney on the porch, writing on a piece of paper balanced on her open book. Turns out she didn't finish her homework last night, so she decided it'd be best to do it on the way to their morning baby-sitter. Uh, no. So I snapped at her for walking so slow, 'cause she was trying to do her spelling homework, and she snapped back at me, and it was drizzling, so the early morning pretty much sucked.
I remembered to bring my sparse photo album to school today. Greg's been IM'ing my friend Andra for a few weeks, so I figured he should at least know what she looks like. (Andra's a friend from Germany. She's still there, actually.) Everyone kept aww-ing over the baby pictures, and getting confused by my photos with Patrick Stewart, Whoopi Goldberg, and Pop John Paul II -- from Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum. It's a really cool place, once you get over the initial shock. They are frighteningly good at making those sculptures.
Iyen showed up in first period when Stephanie was looking at the pictures. The Patrick/Whoopi one freaked her out for a second. When she recovered, she decided to jump into Greg's and my business. We watched more of the video, and Ms. Anderson had rearranged the desks so Greg and I wound up in the back, so she wrapped Greg's arm around me, and like forced my head (awkwardly) onto his shoulder. Greg asked, quite rightfully, "What are you doing?" She said, "Helping Greg get to second base." !!! What is that? Sure, we wound up sort of watching the movie that way (PDA isn't such a terrible thing when kept under control), but still. She totally interfered. I refuse to judge her yet, though, 'cause I barely even know her.
Sarah showed up late during lunch. She missed the bus, which is funny because apparently her house is right in front of the bus stop, and she only missed it by two minutes. Avondet was out, so we had boring sub work, but I talked to Kevin and we told jokes to pass the time. We started watching
Schindler's List in World History. All the sophomores complained that it was boring, but I don't think it's that bad. I think the video factor that puts
me to sleep is the drone of the narrator. But
Schindler's List is a feature film (it won a Best Picture Oscar in 1993), so there's no boring historical narrator. And, even though the sound quality was a little off, I could follow it pretty easily. Hmm... the
IMDb says it's rated R, which is surprising, but it hasn't gotten as gritty as it's supposed to, so that remains to be seen.
Surfed a bit and studied SAT math during fifth period. Sixth period was kickball again. I made a run!!! See, when we play, there's a lot of people in the field. (The gym is too small to have an actual outfield.) So when I was forced off first base, I wove between the lingering fielders to take second. The next kicker got me to third. I stood there confused, looking for the ball, when I heard people yelling "Run! Go home!" So I did. And I made a run! During the course of the game, I think I was out at second on one turn, then I fouled once (which is an automatic out, but there are five per inning). But I made a run! Yelling "Go home!" always reminds me of that part of
The Sandlot, when the little boy asks to play. The older boys decide they'll tell him exactly what to do, so he won't mess up. "Run to first!" goes fine. So do second and third. But when they tell him to run home, he does it. He takes off from the field and goes back to his house. I love that part. =)
Seventh period was more review of concepts I understand. I hate being in the "slow" math class. Quiz tomorrow. Eighth period, more final review problems and my book.
Mr. T finally got our new questions for It's Ac. They're not numbered or assigned point values, so he made them each worth ten points and we played to 300. It was me and Greg (or "Lindsay and Silly", as Mr. T's scoring paper said) against Vicki, Ian, and Andrew. Vicki doesn't answer often, so it evened out. Mark showed up after a while. He said he had to drop off something for a transcript and just decided to kill some time by stopping in. I think he misses us. I'm going to miss It's Ac when I graduate next year. (Wow. One more year. Woah.) Today's game was fun. Mostly because Greg and I won by 20 points, but also because I played well today. Maybe the questions weren't as hard, or maybe I was more confident (or because I pulled the Schlieffen Plan (Germany, WWI) out of thin air), but it was fun.
Nothing else of note today, except dinner. My mom fully intended to make teriyaki chicken. That lifted my spirits when she called me for dinner, because I
love teriyaki chicken. It tasted a little weird at first, but I thought it was just me. Not so. She accidentally used
soy sauce instead of teriyaki sauce. It was so salty, I gave up eating it after about half the plate. I can handle salty (mmm, chips), but not that much. Courtney loved it. She ate two plates full. I swear I do not understand that girl.
