Oops, Andra. I did. But if it's any consolation, he saw my "back then" photos, too. Some of them are just embarrassing, you know? I'd love to see you and Mr. Prom Date. If Greg ever stops being so camera-phobic, I'll send you one of us. Plus, senior pictures next year. You haven't changed addresses again, have you?
Right, about the rest of my day. I was
thisclose to missing my bus this morning. See, Courtney and Ryan leave to go their baby-sitter when I leave to go to the bus stop. Courtney can't be trusted to shut the door, let alone set the house alarm. About ten minutes before we actually walk out, I yell for them to gather their stuff. Apparently, Ryan didn't hear me call this morning, so I had to wait five minutes for him. I walked out the door at 8:30; my bus comes at 8:32. I was at the corner for, like, a minute before the bus pulled up. AND they left the phone off the hook for fifteen minutes. Argh. They irk me so much sometimes!
We finished watching
Moby Dick today. Considering that it's the "longest book ever written" (
Mad About You quote -- I loved that show), the movie was remarkably short. And not interesting in the least. The basic story: Ishmael gets into town and signs on to sail on a whaling ship under the mysterious Captain Ahab. The men kill some whales. Then Ahab hunts down Moby Dick, the white whale that took off his leg, and dies trying to kill him. All of the men "save one" die in this final endeavor (the "one" being Ishmael, 'cause he's telling the story). I think she's just decided to stop giving us assignments. The video is the AP Lang version of busywork. Not that I'm complaining, but still.
I'm taking my sweet time finishing my power supply. Really. Today, I drilled holes for the PC board, re-soldered a stiff wire that broke, and sanded the wood so the plastic will fit better. That's it. I was distracted, though, by the conversations, Dominique stopping by to ask me to sign her senior book (Mark, she is ticked at you...), and the helicopter outside. Yep. A helicopter. The story, as Lawrence relayed it, was that someone tried to rob a liquor store with some kind of odd weapon. The store owner shot him in the face. The ambulance drove to our school to meet the helicopter (our field out by the student parking lot is big enough for the helicopter to land). I'd never heard about the helicopter thing before, but Avondet says it happens all the time, just not usually during school hours.
Ooh. From what I overhear from the family room, one of the bar shelves fell down. I did wonder what that loud crash was a few minutes ago. My parents put glass shelves up on the sides of the bar mirror, and use them to hold their assorted drinking glasses. Ouch. Nothing irreplaceable, though.
More of
Schindler's List in World History. Woah. That is a powerful movie. It's recently made, but shot in black and white to emphasize the historical-ness. During the scene where the Nazis dragged all the Jews out of the ghetto in Krakow, Poland, one little girl went to hide, wearing a pink dress. That's the only color we've seen in the first hour of the movie. (Total running time: 189 mins.) In a word, the movie is blunt. There are no frills. You get the naked truth. And I do mean "naked".
Phone is fixed. Yay for forgiving parents. I just have to remember not to forget next time. (Does that sentence look weird, or is it just me?)
Played in Lifsey's class. I didn't even do hurried, last-minute SAT math review like I have been for the past few days. I checked my email, went to a site or two, once again reminded myself to make a links page (Rajni's rocks; and so does her former hostess's; I want something like that), and blitzed
Yahoo!Groups to find some new clubs. Ever since
HP Official Club got into a horrifically inane argument, my inbox has been distressingly empty. I don't count spam. So I want some new newsletters. And I may go back and re-join the HPOC. I miss it, inane arguments and all.
Sixth period was a kickball "rematch". I think one of mine was caught, I was out at first once, and then I made it to second before I was out again. It takes so much to concentrate so I don't run on an out. Sports + Lindsay = haha. But I'm actually better than some of the other girls. And I actually play -- I know at least two girls from my class who pretend they went when they really didn't. I say they get zeroes. It's hard to not get an A in gym class. Hard, but not impossible.
Quiz in trig. Hopelessly easy, especially since it was open-book. I forgot for a second how to multiply trigonometric forms, but I got it fast enough. I hate that I got stuck in that class, and that I have to take PreCal as a senior. Adkins is bad enough. Got that summer assignment today. Ugh. Tell me, how stringent is he about those bibliographies? MLA style is my friend.
Notes in Dr. J. I just read that he told
Mykella that she could fail the final and still get an A. I have a 99 in that class... wonder if that would hold true for me, too? Hmm. It'd save my hand some strain from copying those stupid problems, though I've done three pages' worth already.
Standard It's Ac. Greg and I lost dismally this time. Mr. T questioned this; I said that because we played well enough to win yesterday, we sucked today. He said the same thing used to happen with Mr. "Dig-a-hole-and-try-to-climb-out-of-it" Mark. Andrew's brother Nick was there too. He doesn't drive, so I'm not sure how he gets to the school, but he's a good competitor, so I'm not complaining.
Dinner was uneventful. It was my dad's turn to cook, so no salty-as-hell soy chicken tonight. Gotta type my English paper and study some SAT stuff now. Ciao.
