Sunday, October 13, 2002
Greetings all.
Listening to 'Rock Me' off the Run Lola Run soundtrack. My favorite song on the whole CD. It is quite wonderfully glorious. No vocals, but it doesn't really need them. I didn't even realize that it didn't have any vocals until the 3rd or 4th time I listened to it. You really just hear the whole song at once. I adore it.
Last night I went bowling with Jess and Liz. They had the place all atomic, so that was fun. If you have epilepsy, I don't think you would have had fun, but good times for everyone else! We played 2 strings, and I used my extraordinary mastery of bowling to lose both times. Naturally.
Then, driving back, we got lost. Looking back on it now, I'm not really all the sure what exactly did happen. I think we realized we were lost when we tried to figure out what town we were in and no one knew. Salem? Peabody? Danvers? Liz claimed that we were near Salem Hospital. Jess claimed we were near the Peabody Marriot. I suddenly realized I didn't have my house key, so that absorbed my entire attention for a while. There was a lot of shouting and nervous laughter, and a lot of use of the high beams. We went past some really dubious-looking neighborhoods, and something that looked suspiciously like a residential motor court, if such a thing exists. In short, we had no freaking idea where we were.
Well, that's not entirely true. We were all pretty certain we were still in the state. I think.
Anyways, eventually someone said, "I think we're getting on the highway." Lo and behold, it was the highway. This was somewhat problematic, since we were in the Medi-Mobile, and that particular vehicle does not operate well above, oh, let's call it 40 miles per hour. Time for more shouting, more hysterical laughter. Then, thank cats, a rotary! A big one, which is never any fun, but suffice it to say we got off the highway and found ourselves in... Salem? Peabody? Danvers? No. Lynn. How the cats did we get into Lynn??? I still am unsure.
Then we passed Union Hospital, and Liz said, "See! I told you we were near a hospital!", which prompted Jess to shoot back, "Yes, but you said Salem Hospital!" and Liz returned, "Well, a hospital, anyways. My hospital sense was right." I found myself wondering if that was anything like spider sense. Also, we had not been near Union Hospital before, since we had only just then passed it. But whatever.
Home was reached, the adventure ended. Thank cats. I still don't know how we ended up where we were, except that we did. O well. All's well that ends well, non?
I have soooooo much biology homework to do this weekend! And I am soooooo disinclined to do it. Sigh. If only I were motivated.
tell yourself you're happy
we both know the truth
The mural continues... the last time we were working on it, this kid came up to us and said "You should put some naked people in it!" We all just laughed kind of weakly and looked at each other nervously. Yeeeeaaahh... naked people on a mural in the school... now that's a good idea. We get all kinds of weird comments from people when we're working on it. Usually teachers who are confused that there are no teachers in the mural. And mostly every person who has commented on the mural has made some remark about how, walking by, they saw this one kid we painted out of the corner of their eye, and thought it was a real kid. We were trying to not make anyone life-size, but I guess we accidentally did with this kid. Everyone says that they thought he was real. It's kind of freaky, in a way, that pretty much everyone has noticed it.
i'm not on my own
i am waiting
i am waiting
for someone
Very rainy and gray out today. Yuck. More reason for me to stay inside and do my biology homework. Or stay inside and blog. Whichever form of 'productivity' appeals to me more. At the moment, blogging is winning out.
I heard this from Kate, who was walking behind me on... I think it was Thursday. These two kids... sophomore guys, I do believe, were walking behind me, and Kate was right near them. One of them says to the other, "Does she know that her hair is blue?" Wow. These are some real, honest-to-cats geniuses here, people. How could I fail to know???
That very same Thursday (this being the Thursday just past) we had no teacher in English. No sub, either. Since we're such good kids, we all just sat there and did homework and chatted. At one point the lovely Ms. Moment came flouncing through, asking if someone was in our class (they weren't). She noted that we had no teacher, but merely said to Maddie, who was standing up at the time, "Oh, so are you the teacher here?" Maddie looked a little confused, and said, "Yup." Then Ms. Moment flounced out just as wonderfully as she had come in. And that was that. And we remained without a teacher.
The funny bit was that, a couple of periods later, I was wandering in the general direction of the bathroom, and I had the honor of viewing the birdlike visage of Mrs. Kelleher, distorted with rage, and winging it towards the english wing. She had a lackey trailing inneffectually beside her, and she was cawing angrily to this same lackey, "How did I not hear about this?!? There's a class without any supervision..." and then they were gone, flying like a winged vengeance towards what was obviously the same teacher-less class I had had earlier that day. Ha ha. I pity the poor class that was the brunt of her rage.
I started wearing gloves in school, since my delicate little hands get very cold. Anyways, I think that this is the only way that my psych teacher knows who I am. Every time she walks around to check our homework, she comments on the gloves. I don't think that she knows my name, I'm just 'That girl over by the wall who wears the gloves'. I suppose it's just as well. If she doesn't know my name, then she probably won't yell at me for drawing during her class. Not that I ever do, I mean. Just in case I did...
i can see what's on your mind
'cause you're never alone
i am the voice inside your head
and the eyes in your radio
I noticed the other day that Ms. Monteiro was calling Kate 'Katie'. Mrs. Kalloch used to do the same thing. None of use ever call Kate 'Katie', unless we really want to make fun of her (and, as you can imagine, that's usually not in front of teachers). So what's the deal with all these math teachers calling her 'Katie'? Is it a math teacher thing?
I don't think that Ms. Monteiro knows my name either. On parents night (back in the day. I mean, several weeks ago), my dad went up to her and said "Hi, I'm [insert my actual name here]'s dad," and she just stared at him. Then my dad said, "She's the one with blue hair," and Ms. Monteiro said, "Yes, I'm just trying to think where she sits. Oh yes, she is the one with the drawings on her homeworks?"
Damn. Busted. I do tend to doodle when we correct our homework before we pass it in. I didn't think that she had actually noticed, though. Well, it hasn't stopped me from doodling, I just try not to doodle anything too disturbing, like deformed people or anything. You know.
Well, I can't think of anything more of any import right now.
So, goodbye.
4:01 PM
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