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ivybgreenflower) wrote2006-03-09 03:27 pm
ivybgreenflower) wrote2006-03-09 03:27 pm
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What's the hubbub, bub?
So this week has been full of important stuff happening, like an eye exam and a dress fitting and Bianca being out of state.
It's also been full of weird stuff. Today was a weird, weird day, full of people I don't like and situations that made me go "The hell just happened?"
I'll start with first period, AP Lit. We had a subsitute called Mrs. P who is kind of overzealous about her job; she refers to it as "teaching" even though she's obviously not the teacher. She was nice though. So anyway, we're taking yet another AP practice test, and after I finished she calls me over and she's all "So there's a club meeting in here today?" and I said yes (somehow she knew I was a president.) So then she asked me to walk her through what she had to do at the meeting. So I kind of stood there like, wha...t? So I told her she didn't have to do anything except kind of sit there, and she was happy to do that. However, later on the phone rings and she calls me over again. Apparently, someone told her she couldn't do our meeting, and that it was cancelled. And I had to just stand there and blink for a second, because I've noticed that it's never been the presidents that cancel meetings... It's always someone else. I have no idea who called her up and told her the club's meeting was cancelled (there was supposed to be an announcement, but as it didn't concern FCAT or the football team, it was never made.) So I apologize to all of my members.
Because of this, I had to wait awhile after school for my father. Not too long, but long enough, and you'll see what I mean in a minute.
There's this chick in my gym class who is small and young and likes anime. And she has a lot of weird friends. For some reason, she decided that she was my friend. I have no problem with her; she's nice enough and doesn't bother me or be annoying. So I didn't mind too much when she came over to my bench.
She said that she felt accomplished and that now her life was complete. But before she could tell me the story, she had to call over her friend to hear it, too. Okay, fair enough. But she called her "Boobcakes". ...wait. Did I hear that right? But I blocked it out that she'd ever said such a strange nickname and Boobcakes (for lack of a proper name) came over. Boobcakes, despite her name, does not have breasts that are notable in any way. She had black nailpolish and a mustache though. So BC comes over and hugs the crap out of the Latch Chick, whose name I don't know, either. So they hug excitedly for a moment, and then LC finally gets to tell the story. I'll relay it to you as I heard it, because it's funnier that way. In order to properly illustrate her story, LC had to use BC and me as stand-ins. So I was some dude and BC was some other dude. One of these dudes was her friend, but I honestly have no idea what she said at this point. So LC then says that the two dudes were fighting (here BC says "Grr" and mimes punching, while I stand there wondering how on Earth I get into these situations). Then she says that she pushed my character away, but as my character is a million feet tall and incredibly fat, it didn't do very much. (Here she paused to push my stomach in, twice. I don't know why she had to do it twice.) Then she tells us that he said to their teacher that she had punched him, and at this point she's all WTF (and I would have been, too.)
So her accomplishment is having gotten written up for "punching" a large boy.
Are you wondering now why you bothered to read such a pointless story? I'm wondering why I lead such a pointless existance, so don't worry.
So after the story had been told, BC attacks LC. She pulls LC down and drags her by her backpack, leading LC to scream "Help! Help! MERCY! MERCY! Help! OW!" Mrs. May, an English teacher at Springstead, was on duty several feet away. Mrs. May heard nothing. So BC drags LC around for awhile while LC screams in pain and humiliation, and I stand and watch, absolutely dumbstruck, as LC latches her legs around one of mine in an escape attempt. Finally, I decide to help (against my better judgement) and I attempt to pull LC up. BC is much stronger though, so my attempts are in vain. Eventually LC scrambles out of her backpack, only to realize that now BC will attack that. So she tries to protect her backback, but BC pulls LC into a headlock and promptly decides that choking her would be amusing. Ms. Pennington walks by at this point. Ms. Pennington looks like a 17-year-old scene chick on her day off from being scene. LC calls out to Ms. P for help. Ms. P gives them a look that reminds me of me when approached by imbeciles, and says "Leave her alone." Then she walks away. So BC gives LC's neck one last squeeze for good measure, and lets go. So LC comes over to my bench and pulls me into a very tight hug, for protection. But BC hugs LC AND me, and I end up somehow getting choked even though BC is on LC's other side. Eventually BC becomes human again, stands up, and tries to be comforting. She pats LC on the head and then says "Here, recover in my boobs," and pushes LC's head onto her chest. This does not comfort LC in the slightest, so BC takes LC's finger and uses it to poke her boob. LC is still not comforted by BC's boobs, and so BC gives up. LC's ride shows up, so BC becomes completely normal. She asked me how I knew LC, but she referred to her as Boobsicle. It was here that I realized that before she actually had said "Boobcakes". She informs me of her group of friends' boob fixation, and what their boob-related names were. She then decides that I look like a "Boobtit", and there are no words to describe what I was thinking at this point.
That's not the only weird thing that happened though. This next weird thing is considerably funnier, but only if you know me personally and can picture me in this situation. If I was less tired, I'd make it funny, but I'm exhausted, so here you go.
I'm leaving fifth period, and, as always, I'm one of the last people to leave. Today, a girl in my class who I'll call Emilia for her protection, was also one of the last to leave.
I do not like Emilia very much. She and I are very different people, and her voice is annoying. I won't go into all the things I don't like about her because we'll be here all day and I don't feel like being mean. However, she and I have never actually had a conversation. I'm thinking this weird incident is a conspiracy developed by her and, let's call her Nan'cee, but it could just be that Emilia doesn't know that I don't like her.
So Emilia goes, "So, do you know what college you're going to yet?" And I said no. She asked if I had applied to any, and I said no, and I decided to be both truthful and a little weird and give her my favorite answer, which is: "I'm not going to college to protest the system." Her reaction surprised me; most of the time, people have no idea what I mean by that. She, however, said, "Then I think we agree on something" or something like that, in that slightly too-proper way she talks. I was intrigued. Miss Perfect and her twin are the kind of people who choose their college at the age of 8 and obsess about grades. So Emilia explains that she's going to USF, but that she's had many fights with people who think that if you don't go to a school like Harvard, then you suck. I told her that to me, it doesn't matter where you go, it's what you learn and what you do as your career after school that counts, and here she agreed. At this point in the conversation, one of my ribs cracked from the pressure of being polite/nice to her. I don't really know why I hate her so much, especially since we're in the middle of agreeing, but I just do. So she mentions that she wants to go to USF because she values her family and blah blah your worth isn't based on your college, so I told her I agreed. She started walking in another direction (she had class, I had lunch) but then doubled back to continue on about how college doesn't matter (despite her many wonderous and omgsospecial achievements.) My brain is fried and I don't remember what we said, exactly, but she seemed thrilled to make my acquaintance (irk) and left me with these parting words: "We'll talk more."
Oh, my. It's very difficult for me to be around people I don't like. I try not to be rude, because however much I hate her and however much of a show-offy "sweet" twit she is, she's never done anything to me personally, and so any attack on my part would be unfounded, however much my classmates might agree with me (they do! apparently, we're all bad people together. Yay.) So I'm dreading more conversations about her various achievements and college and whatever else she might choose to seek my opinion on. We have two classes together, which means I may have quite a lot of ducking to do. Oh dear.
-Ivyette apologizes for not being remotely amusing @ 4:13 PM NAP TIME.
It's also been full of weird stuff. Today was a weird, weird day, full of people I don't like and situations that made me go "The hell just happened?"
I'll start with first period, AP Lit. We had a subsitute called Mrs. P who is kind of overzealous about her job; she refers to it as "teaching" even though she's obviously not the teacher. She was nice though. So anyway, we're taking yet another AP practice test, and after I finished she calls me over and she's all "So there's a club meeting in here today?" and I said yes (somehow she knew I was a president.) So then she asked me to walk her through what she had to do at the meeting. So I kind of stood there like, wha...t? So I told her she didn't have to do anything except kind of sit there, and she was happy to do that. However, later on the phone rings and she calls me over again. Apparently, someone told her she couldn't do our meeting, and that it was cancelled. And I had to just stand there and blink for a second, because I've noticed that it's never been the presidents that cancel meetings... It's always someone else. I have no idea who called her up and told her the club's meeting was cancelled (there was supposed to be an announcement, but as it didn't concern FCAT or the football team, it was never made.) So I apologize to all of my members.
Because of this, I had to wait awhile after school for my father. Not too long, but long enough, and you'll see what I mean in a minute.
There's this chick in my gym class who is small and young and likes anime. And she has a lot of weird friends. For some reason, she decided that she was my friend. I have no problem with her; she's nice enough and doesn't bother me or be annoying. So I didn't mind too much when she came over to my bench.
She said that she felt accomplished and that now her life was complete. But before she could tell me the story, she had to call over her friend to hear it, too. Okay, fair enough. But she called her "Boobcakes". ...wait. Did I hear that right? But I blocked it out that she'd ever said such a strange nickname and Boobcakes (for lack of a proper name) came over. Boobcakes, despite her name, does not have breasts that are notable in any way. She had black nailpolish and a mustache though. So BC comes over and hugs the crap out of the Latch Chick, whose name I don't know, either. So they hug excitedly for a moment, and then LC finally gets to tell the story. I'll relay it to you as I heard it, because it's funnier that way. In order to properly illustrate her story, LC had to use BC and me as stand-ins. So I was some dude and BC was some other dude. One of these dudes was her friend, but I honestly have no idea what she said at this point. So LC then says that the two dudes were fighting (here BC says "Grr" and mimes punching, while I stand there wondering how on Earth I get into these situations). Then she says that she pushed my character away, but as my character is a million feet tall and incredibly fat, it didn't do very much. (Here she paused to push my stomach in, twice. I don't know why she had to do it twice.) Then she tells us that he said to their teacher that she had punched him, and at this point she's all WTF (and I would have been, too.)
So her accomplishment is having gotten written up for "punching" a large boy.
Are you wondering now why you bothered to read such a pointless story? I'm wondering why I lead such a pointless existance, so don't worry.
So after the story had been told, BC attacks LC. She pulls LC down and drags her by her backpack, leading LC to scream "Help! Help! MERCY! MERCY! Help! OW!" Mrs. May, an English teacher at Springstead, was on duty several feet away. Mrs. May heard nothing. So BC drags LC around for awhile while LC screams in pain and humiliation, and I stand and watch, absolutely dumbstruck, as LC latches her legs around one of mine in an escape attempt. Finally, I decide to help (against my better judgement) and I attempt to pull LC up. BC is much stronger though, so my attempts are in vain. Eventually LC scrambles out of her backpack, only to realize that now BC will attack that. So she tries to protect her backback, but BC pulls LC into a headlock and promptly decides that choking her would be amusing. Ms. Pennington walks by at this point. Ms. Pennington looks like a 17-year-old scene chick on her day off from being scene. LC calls out to Ms. P for help. Ms. P gives them a look that reminds me of me when approached by imbeciles, and says "Leave her alone." Then she walks away. So BC gives LC's neck one last squeeze for good measure, and lets go. So LC comes over to my bench and pulls me into a very tight hug, for protection. But BC hugs LC AND me, and I end up somehow getting choked even though BC is on LC's other side. Eventually BC becomes human again, stands up, and tries to be comforting. She pats LC on the head and then says "Here, recover in my boobs," and pushes LC's head onto her chest. This does not comfort LC in the slightest, so BC takes LC's finger and uses it to poke her boob. LC is still not comforted by BC's boobs, and so BC gives up. LC's ride shows up, so BC becomes completely normal. She asked me how I knew LC, but she referred to her as Boobsicle. It was here that I realized that before she actually had said "Boobcakes". She informs me of her group of friends' boob fixation, and what their boob-related names were. She then decides that I look like a "Boobtit", and there are no words to describe what I was thinking at this point.
That's not the only weird thing that happened though. This next weird thing is considerably funnier, but only if you know me personally and can picture me in this situation. If I was less tired, I'd make it funny, but I'm exhausted, so here you go.
I'm leaving fifth period, and, as always, I'm one of the last people to leave. Today, a girl in my class who I'll call Emilia for her protection, was also one of the last to leave.
I do not like Emilia very much. She and I are very different people, and her voice is annoying. I won't go into all the things I don't like about her because we'll be here all day and I don't feel like being mean. However, she and I have never actually had a conversation. I'm thinking this weird incident is a conspiracy developed by her and, let's call her Nan'cee, but it could just be that Emilia doesn't know that I don't like her.
So Emilia goes, "So, do you know what college you're going to yet?" And I said no. She asked if I had applied to any, and I said no, and I decided to be both truthful and a little weird and give her my favorite answer, which is: "I'm not going to college to protest the system." Her reaction surprised me; most of the time, people have no idea what I mean by that. She, however, said, "Then I think we agree on something" or something like that, in that slightly too-proper way she talks. I was intrigued. Miss Perfect and her twin are the kind of people who choose their college at the age of 8 and obsess about grades. So Emilia explains that she's going to USF, but that she's had many fights with people who think that if you don't go to a school like Harvard, then you suck. I told her that to me, it doesn't matter where you go, it's what you learn and what you do as your career after school that counts, and here she agreed. At this point in the conversation, one of my ribs cracked from the pressure of being polite/nice to her. I don't really know why I hate her so much, especially since we're in the middle of agreeing, but I just do. So she mentions that she wants to go to USF because she values her family and blah blah your worth isn't based on your college, so I told her I agreed. She started walking in another direction (she had class, I had lunch) but then doubled back to continue on about how college doesn't matter (despite her many wonderous and omgsospecial achievements.) My brain is fried and I don't remember what we said, exactly, but she seemed thrilled to make my acquaintance (irk) and left me with these parting words: "We'll talk more."
Oh, my. It's very difficult for me to be around people I don't like. I try not to be rude, because however much I hate her and however much of a show-offy "sweet" twit she is, she's never done anything to me personally, and so any attack on my part would be unfounded, however much my classmates might agree with me (they do! apparently, we're all bad people together. Yay.) So I'm dreading more conversations about her various achievements and college and whatever else she might choose to seek my opinion on. We have two classes together, which means I may have quite a lot of ducking to do. Oh dear.
-Ivyette apologizes for not being remotely amusing @ 4:13 PM NAP TIME.
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You should give Emilia a chance. When I sat next to her in geo, she kinda said the same thing. I mean, she rambled about all the colleges she'd applied to in third grade and how she knew she'd get in, but she did say she'd argued a lot with her parents about which college to pick. I mean, it's not like either she or Nan'cee is going to Harvard. And you never have to feel intimidated by her 'cause she'll never let you get a word in. xD
Anyway, she probably noticed how you're not her biggest fan and is making the effort to get to know you. That's not really so bad.
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Although she did want to tell Mr. Scott that Shoshannah was cheating when she wasn't.
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