- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
I'm going to try to do this legitimately by blabbering on about random subjects. Here it geos:
My cat sucks. She's starting to get really old--she's 16 or so. She's no fun anymore. All she ever does is shed clumps of cat hair all over the basement or crap turds inches from the liter box. Why? I have no idea. We keep the literbox clean, but she still insists on crapping on the floor TWO INCHES AWAY FROM THE BOX! If she's not crapping or leaving clumps of hair, she's begging for more and more food even after we just fed her. She won't shut up, so I hold her and play with her for a few minutes. She keeps scratching things and meowing.
Speaking of animals, my Biology teacher, who we think is a -blam!- (which is a topic for another paragraph later in this post), got bitten by a pet snake that she keeps in the classroom. Owned. Anyways, she then proceeds to go to the bathroom and slam the SAME HAND in the bathroom door. What a noob.
She also has a couple Bearded Dragons (they sort of look like chameleons) in an aquarium. One of them started freaking out around people. She thinks that the janitor messed with it or tried to hurt it and now it's paranoid. Anyways, she lets people hold them if they're acting tame. They try to crawl up to your shoulder and they'll just sit there until you pull them off. It's kind of creepy because at first it looks like they're crawling up towards your face and you're thinking, "Nuh-uh. Not the face." Then they turn and head for your shoulder and you're like, "Pfew. That would have been embarrassing."
Why do they calll Bearded Dragons that? They don't have beards, and really, they're not deserving of the title "dragon". Dragons are supposed to be cool fire-breathing flying reptiles, not some dinky-ass Budweiser commercial runner-up.
Jee. Writing 10000 is pretty hard. So far I'm near 8000 left. Hope you enjoyed the recap. Now, back to the rambling.
Speaking of rambling, today, this weird, short, chubby black kid with a raggedy fro walks up to me in the hall while I'm at my locker and proceeds to start babbling/mumbling incoherently and eventually says, "Don't we know eachother from somewhere?" Luckily, I was finished at my locker so I was like, "Uh, no," and turned and walked away. Fast.
I went into my Algebra II class. We learned matrices, but the teacher didn't bother telling us how they're actually useful. I'm thinking, "Great. Now I know something that seems helpful but I don't know what to use it for. Thanks." Aside from that, we had some really weird conversations in the last couple days. This one kid said that he wants a coffin to sleep in because "they're supposedly comfy, but you don't have much room to move around in". Hmm. Then, our teacher was playing some opera music and someone said, "This sounds like music that people slit their wrists to." I replied, "No, but it does sound like music that old, depressed people might shoot themselves to." Today, we argued about a picture in a manga drawing book and whether the subject was a girl or a boy. It was difficult to tell because:
1.) it had a weird angle
2.) the person was asleep on their side
3.) they were somewhat curled up
4.) they were shirtless
5.) japanese girls supposedly have smaller boobs so we couldn't decide if we saw boobs or pecs
6.) they were wearing shorts, but they were really, really short but they could have been underwear
7.) the hair was long but styled oddly
8.) the person may have been cuddling their pillow which might suggest it was a girl
and countless other reasons.
Back to my Biology teacher. Many people believe she's a -blam!-. I don't like going around making assumptions about people, but the evidence is hard to ignore. She's outright implied several times that she hated men. She's not married. She has short hair and wears somewhat manly clothes. Then there's some of the ridiculous stereotype stuff, but there's no need to get into that.
Strangely enough, there's lots of -blam!- teachers on the Science hall. I don't get it. I mean, there might be a few in the English hall, but they seem to be oddly concentrated in the Science hall.
I hate school projects. They're usually stupid and have little to do with reinforcing the curriculum. For example, in Biology, we had to write a science poem. I was thinking about:
Water rhymes with Harry Potter;
Hermione was hot in the third movie.
DUDE! It's taking forever to fill up the 10000 letter limit. I'm like halfway though. Maybe I need to just start typing more long stuff that I don't have to think about as much.
My county's Honor Band is this weekend. I already went to tonight's (Friday's) practice for about three hours. We practice almost all of tomorrow and perform on Sunday. It's fun, but it starts to get frustrating after a while. To make things worse, some of the "band geeks" that are there are so over-zealous about and that it makes me sick. They tell typical band geek jokes and tell "one time at band camp..." stories (even though absolutely nothing ever happens at band camp) and talk about gross sex between gross band couples in which most of the guys are pathetically whipped [cue whip sound effect] and talking about how the band director is "so lame" and they just go on and on about band. I'm like, STFU! Get a life! Band geeks don't get laid (except by the occasional skanky band chick)! Band jokes SUCK! Lists of "723 ways to know you're a band nerd" are "teh suck" and absolutely obsolete because if you HAVE THE LIST, YOU'RE MOST LIKELY A BAND GEEK AND THERE'S NO DOUBT IN YOUR MIND.
These people are worse than jocks, but jocks are still pretty bad. I have nothing against athletes--hell, I have loads of respect for them--but some stuff just pushes it and there's a huge difference between an athlete and a "jock". Some distinctions:
1.) To "jocks", Under Armour is a fashion statement.
2.) Wrestlers that are "jocks" walk around in whatever t-shirt they got from their last tournament that has the ABSOLUTE. LAMEST. SLOGAN. EVER.
That's all I got for that list right now.
Okay. This is stupid. I"m not going to finish this. I still have some 3800 letters left and I have to wake up early in the morning. I probably could have made it but, frankly, I don't feel like it right now.
G'night.