It Seems Like Years Since It's Been Clear

It's been four years since I was confronted with the news of George Harrison's death, and let me tell you, it feels like it's been ten. It seems like he's been gone forever... and also like he died yesterday. I miss him. Rest in peace, oh one with many garden gnomes.*

Speaking of death, sapphsmum has had a death in her family, so I'd like to take this opportunity to offer my condolences and lots of hugs.

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I finally made decent fudge. It was a boxed mix, though, and it doesn't taste like fudge. It tastes like firm chocolate frosting. Please note that this is not a bad thing. The mix... well, I could do the same thing myself without the box, lol.

Today I couldn't take a shower (phobia number 1346: being struck by lightning in the shower, while naked and thus nastified) because there was a storm. So I spent the time I would normally spend sleeping in the shower getting ready. My excuse for having hair that would make Medusa say "whoa" and the fact that there isn't enough time to dry it before I go to school AND brush it is usually my shower, but today since I didn't take one I had to do SOMETHING. Unfortunately, my hair is in supreme need of deep conditioning and a good de-dreadlocking, and it's nearly impossible to do dry on three hours of sleep, so I wore a bun and massive amounts of hairspray. I'm serious: there was enough hairspray on my head to hold up a 7-eleven WITHOUT GUNS. (Alternative lame joke: There was enough hairspray on my head to hold up all of the Bronx, without thug backup.)
I also had to like... give myself a sponge bath. Yes, you can get struck by lightning just by being near the sink, but I figured being dressed and struck by lightning > being naked and struck by lightning. Besides, I kept wetting the washcloth and then jumping back. I must have been funny-looking.

The whole point of that ridiculous bit of rambling is that I declared today "Tenth-grade-me" dress-up day, since I didn't used to take morning showers all those years ago (obscure George Harrison reference), and I wore clothes from then and jewelry from then, from back when Claire's sale rack didn't suck (in fact, back when they actually sold rings I liked) and some plastic bracelets, a la my 9th grade self (Mr. Myers once asked me exactly how much time it took to put all of them on) and I kind of even smelled like I did then. It's a little disconcerting to think of the way I used to be.... I kind of miss it.

So, to wrap up this entry: life is pretty much the way it's always been.
Also, today my Algebra II teacher brought up how proud of me she was for my 104%. (There were two higher grades, a 107 and a 121. I really have no idea how this kid got a 121.) The thing is, it kind of came out of nowehere. The kids nearby were comparing their grades, and she was all "WELL SHE GOT A 104!!!!!!! I WAS SO PROUD!!" she even did a little dance. ...My class is kind of weird. I haven't mentioned how much I loathe my classmates yet in here, but I do. I love Mrs. Alleyne, but... I dunno. I just hate the rest of them.
At the end of class, Mrs. A. told me that she's gotten used to me having good grades now, which means I have to like, study. And do homework.
I had a 61 (or 62?) at progress report time, and she said with some work and my lowest test grade (a 42- 41?- on the same material as the 104 test- I don't get it either) dropped, I could get a C, but I think with some more work, more turned in homework, and the lowest test grade dropped, I could get a B. I B! ...I doubt it though. But, you know, I'll take the C over a borderline failing grade anytime :D

Oh, and I got an awesome idea for a story- I just wish someone else would write it. I've got Crime and Punishment AND Wuthering Heights to read, so I don't have time for my own thoughts and ideas. I can't wait until high school is over so I can devote my brainpower to these ideas I have that never materialize because I'm trying to wrap my brain around pointless school stuff.


-Ivyette @ 12:31 AM

*The cover of his first solo album, All Things Must Pass, features, among other things, garden gnomes.

Heysup vosotros.
I haven't yet made my Back-to-School entry, so I guess I can now before I study for Anatomy.
My first period is with Mrs. Long, who I missed a lot last year. I loved Mrs. Fisher too (apparently an unpopular opinion) but Mrs. Long just owns your faces. I just love listening to her talk, I love how she explains authors' opinions, and how she reads the passages to us so we really get them, and all of that. She's just so awesome, and I want to be like her when I grow up. Nicole's in my first period, and that's cool.

My homeroom is with Mr. Bush. More on him when we get to fifth period. Thank you GOD that homeroom ends September 6th... I can't stand a double-dose of Bush. At least Bianca's there.

My second period is with Mrs. Merritt. The cool thing about her is that her husband and father-in-law own two funeral homes. The bad thing about her is that she looks like an old cheerleader. She's like, in her twenties, and she's... a cheerleader, yo. I have her for Keyboarding/Buisness Skillz, (yo) and the buisness skills part isn't so bad, but the keyboarding is. I can't sit up straight, my bones are crooked!! *whines* Typing properly isn't so bad though. Except when I have bad days, like today. Today I just sucked. Meh. Jessica's there, but we don't sit next to each other.

My third period is with Mrs. Grady, for Nutriton and Wellness (next semester is Food Prep or something like that.) She's really awesome in a you-don't-expect-her-to-be kind of way, and I have that class with a chick who I'm kind of training to be me after I leave Springstead. Her name is Laurel.

Fourth period I finally have with someone I know, my co-mod, co-president, co-hater-of-everything Bianca. I'd say partner-in-crime, only we're too lame to like, do crime. (lmao.) But yeah, Anatomy with Mr. Wagner is just awesome. Maybe I just set myself up to like that class, but Wagner? Is so cool. He's like... flexible. One minute he's standing, and the next he's sitting on a lab table cross-legged and it's like "whoa". Awesomeness, to use the word again. The subject matter leaves a bit to be desired (I never took Chem, after all, and so chapter 2 sucks) but it's okay. My favorite quote from him is "I don't care. They don't pay me enough to care." Also, there was the one from the other day:
Kid: So can you drink that?
W: Sure!
Kid: But like... will it kill you...?
W: Well, it is radioactive.

awesomeness.

Fifth period is... oh my gosh. All the cool kids are there, and some not so cool kids but kids who are AP kids so they're cool by default. I've got Bianca (thank God for alphabetical order), Andrea, Lisa, and then there's Phil and David and Joshkid... who else is in our class...? Well, some people, at any rate.
Economics Honors would make Stalin cry on Hitler's shoulder.
Econ is not a terribly difficult class. But Bush makes it that way. Bush drains me of my energy. I swear to John Lennon in Heaven, that man is like a vacuum cleaner- he drones and drones and drones and is annoying AND SUCKS THE LIFE OUT OF UNSUSPECTING AP KIDS. When Bianca and I walk into class, fresh from a nice Anatomy lesson, we're usually at least like, almost happy (happiness is a bit much to ask for, after all) but we look at everyone's faces and they're all like... well, they look like someone just died. Someone cool, I mean, not someone you kind of wanted to die anyway. As soon as you sit down, the life begins to pour out of your pores, and the overheated classroom just presses in upon you until YOU HAVE NO WILL TO LIVE. I swear to you, it's just awful. I can't breathe, I can't think, I can't stay awake, I can't exist. If that class was any longer...... *shudders and cannot complete the thought* For more on Bush's strange stories, hit up the ap community at ap_forever (I think. My brain just died. God, just thinking about Bush's class makes me want to shrivel up and cry. I feel lethargic all of a sudden. Whoa. Need oxygen.)

6th period isn't a class, but it sucks as much as one. As much as I love Bianca dearly, the two of us are just kind of lame, sitting there at our table BY OURSELVES in the SUN BECAUSE WE CAN'T GET OUT OF BUSH'S CLASS IN TIME TO GET A GOOD TABLE, eating SOGGY UNDER- AND- OVERCOOKED FRIES and a CHICKEN-LIKE SUBSTANCE in the SUN, emphasis on the FLORIDA IN AUGUST AT 1 PM SUN. I shouldn't have to wear sunblock to school, people. Please. Tomorrow? I'm bringing two little fans my father got at that tradeshow. See? I told you tradeshows are awesome, to use the word again.
So, yeah, Lunch sucks.

7th period is Algebra II with Mrs. Alleyne (pronounced A as in "A+" Leen as in "Leaning Tower of Pisa". Yeah, I don't get it either.)
She's... okay. She's nice. But she kind of overcomplicates everything, including note-taking. I miss Mrs. Buel so, so much. I seem to be doing alright in class though (we haven't gotten any grades yet, so I can't tell) I mean... I get all of the problems right... so we'll see.

So I've got two repeat teachers- Mrs. Long, from tenth grade AP Prep English 2 Honors, and Mr. Wagner, from 9th grade AP Prep Biology Honors ("Baby Biology", according to him). I really miss Mr. Wilcox. I'm going to visit him, Mr. Auricchio, Mrs. Buel, and I guess Mrs. Fisher maybe sometime soon, I hope, because I miss them, and I'll miss them a LOT when I'm gone. I'll have to get them to sign my yearbook. Whoa, I think I might cry. Oh! And Mr. Myers! WTF how could I forget him???? Oh, I'll miss him too. Woe.

I had my senior picture taken yesterday. It looks... almost humanoid. Kind of.
Well, I'd better go, I'm starting to ramble. See you all on the weekend.
Ivyette <3 10:53 PM

My homework for this evening.
1st period: Read chapters 2 and 3 of Tess book.
2nd: Make up cell phone laws and a list of cell phone common sense stuff.
5th: Lessons 1 and 2 question thingies
7th: Random problems or... whatever. Squee.
kthnx.