April 12th, 2006 (05:37 pm)
current location: Family computer room
current mood: drained
current song: Ben playing Game Cube
I have the answer to that question. So fried, you feel like taking a nap until the start of the next day...oh, sometime around noon.
OK, so. Woke up at 5:30 as usual to go to bible study school. Now, what's weird is, for the first time for a bit, I didn't get on my laptop the night before. So I slept plenty. But for some reason, when the alarm went off, I just turned it off and tried to go back to sleep. That didn't work, and soon my head was screaming at me, GET UP! So I quickly got ready in five minutes to rush to bible study school on time.
I think that set up the day for me.
Got home, had my usual eggs for breakfast. Decided to wear jeans and a long-sleve t-shirt. Got up to school, deciding to listen to particularly loud music on the way up. I'm getting a little louder every day.
So, free period first hour. Got on my laptop, got nothing done. Didn't really see anybody, since I got to school about fifteen minutes early. So, after 45 minutes of nothing, go to the choir room for choir. And everybody there is wearing suits and skirts and slacks and general 'dress-up' clothes.
Ho-shit, Cum Laude.
Cum Laude is basically private school National Honors Society. A few juniors and seniors get inducted into it, those that are at the top of the class. One of those long traditions my school has. So everybody's supposed to dress up, cause a shit load of alumni come.
And I'm wearing jeans and a long-sleeve t-shirt from American Eagle that says '<3 Breaker'.
So, starting at 8:45, in about ten minutes time, I get permission from the choir director to miss class, I call home, telling my mom I need to be dressed up, she refused to bring clothes up for me, told me to come get them myself, I accepted, had to call her back from the front office so she could inform the lady at the desk that I had permission to leave campus (she had fallen back asleep), and I ran out to my car in the parking lot.
8:55, I'm pulling out of school. And somehow, in the ten minutes it takes to get home, I saw THREE cops. When I'm not supposed to be driving except to and from school for nine more days. In the middle of school hours. Luckilly, no incident. 9:05, at home, choose something to wear. 9:15, leave home, head back to school.
Mind you, a trip to school takes about ten minutes, as I said before. Well, history starts at 9:30 on days we have assemblies. Such as Cum Laude. So I knew, in theory, I would have five minutes to get in the building and into class.
9:25. Pulling into school, going up to my RESERVED spot to park again. And some idiot alumni has parked there, disreguarding the RESERVED sign for the ENTIRE loft.
9:27. -Yes, I was looking at the clock A LOT.- I find a spot, about a mile away from school. (OK, not literally.) RUNNING in my high heels, I don't think I've ever used the word fuck in spoken word as much as I did in the minute or so I RAN up to the building. 'Fucking idiots, the lot is fucking reserved for students, and I'm fucking gonna be late for fucking History, why do we fucking have to dress up for the fucking Cum Laude...'
9:29. I made it. On time. Somehow. Oh, but who should greet me but Kevin, a boy I've been working on a Spanish project with. 'Kels, you have the poster?'
FUCK. THE POSTER.
No, I have no poster. And I can't go back to get THAT too, dammit. At least I didn't have to tell that to Kevin. 'It's OK, I have free period.' (He's such a sweetie.) 'We...just kinda need a poster...' So, I RUN into the Spanish room, telling him I'm about to be late for History, and grab the first poster board I see. Something I used on a last project. I hand him the poster upside down, saying, 'Put the pictures on the back side.' 'OK.'
9:30. I literally ran into History as he was shutting the door. And there was this fly buzzing around my head during the entire class. Like, 'Ha, ha, you suuuuck...' I swear, I wanted to fucking kill that fly...
10:15-11:00, Cum Laude. Pointless, since sophs don't even get considered for induction. I nearly fell asleep.
Right after that, Spanish. Ryan, me and Kevin's other partner in our group, is holding a piece of paper, as is Kevin. Shit, we needed to SPEAK for the presentation TOO. It wasn't just a fucking poster. So, I had to give my third of the presentation on the fly. Translated: 'Transportation in the past was okay. There were cars, but they weren't comfortable. They didn't go fast. There were planes, but they were new and they weren't comfortable. There were boats that used...-doesn't know how to say 'steam', changed mind- Not many people traveled in the past.'
Yeah, I flunked it, most likely.
Survived Spanish, then got through English. Lunch. Menu: PIZZA! FINALLY, SOMETHING GOOD HAPPENS. Oh, no, sorry, we handed the last pizza to the person in front of you in line, and we didn't make enough. So you get to wait fifteen minutes.
So I ate one slice of charred pizza with five minutes to go before Algebra. I make it just in time again, and by this point I am in DIRE need of a nap of some sort. From this point on, things kind of blurred together. I remember getting a 79 on my Algebra test we got back, and nearly falling asleep in Forensics while looking for material for next year when I'm not even sure if I'm gonna be on the team. And chemistry I sat at the bored with the problem in front of me going, 'How the FUCK do I do this' with everybody else just wizzing on through...
And I got home alive. I know that much. Doesn't feel like it, but since I still feel completely fried I can't be dead. I am probably not going to get on my laptop again tonight. But I'm on now.