Somebody Told Me

This song is so random. I really like how it sounds, but the lyrics, I swear, make absolutely no sense:

Well, somebody told me you had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year.
It's not confidential, I've got potential.

WTF?

Anyway . . .

Today. Today I took a test in Spanish (the units seem to go by so fast in that class . . . ). You know, it's so crazy; I'm on my way to being tri-lingual. Can I consider myself bi-lingual? I speak Japanese pretty well. I've dreamed in it before, at least twice, I do believe . . . though even though the dreams really didn't involve much talking . . . I just knew they were dreams in Japanese. It's funny like that . . . and really so cool. It's been a while, though; I fear I'm losing it. I probably am. I probably will fail my Japanese SAT (not that you can fail it . . . but you know what I mean . . . ).

World History was just World History. You know something? I'm really pissed that I don't get to work the polls. I really wanted to. It's just that I have one those long right-after-school to 8:00 dress rehearsals for the play that same day . . . so I can't do. I really, really wanted to do it, too. That's also 12 hours of community service. You can't do it for a partial day, can you? I really, really want to.

Nichole and I got worried when Kristina and Amanda didn't show up for school together. The last time that happened they were in a car accident that totalled the car, and they were lucky . . . but you can't count on them being that lucky one more time. So we called at lunch (we argued forever over who was going to call, because we're both so scared of phones, and Nichole ended up doing it, even with the crazy nasty lady who snapped at her for having bloody compassion for her friend, cold-hearted wench . . . anyway . . . yea for you, Nichole; you get the good friend award and maybe I'll bring you a granola bar or something, lol ^_^), and it turned out she was just sick, I do believe. Anyway, it worried us for a little while.

Then I went to the weinie roast. Fun. Weinie roast. Hey, it was free food. I ended up sitting next to Seth and across from Drew and kitty-korner from some boy I don't know who is apparently on the soccer team, because there was really no one else. So we talked about random stuff like college and getting busted for alcohol and the melty Snickers bars and how Seth was smart because he got one from the bottom.

In English, Liz "cleaned out" my purse for me, lol, and we found that list of funny metaphors some people wrote. So she read them and laughed over them, and then we went over to Mrs. Kasa and showed them to her, and she laughed over them, and then Seth came up, and he looked at some, and laughed over them. It was total English nerdiness, but, hey, it was fun. So now she is making copies for a lot of people.

Economics . . . that class is so fun, and yet so horrible. The people are awesome, but the class sucks. It's like the beginning and the very end, and any social hour in between, and anything we do behind the scenes when Velkoff isn't looking, from the random cartoons and such, are fun . . . but Economics . . . blehh . . .

Orchestra. Gag me with a spoon; we played ENTIRELY too much of "The Marriage of Figaro" today. I am still third chair, which is nice; I didn't have to move, but I now have Robert and Paige in front of me instead of Robert and Jim. Jim is now beside me instead of Sarah. Sarah has such bad luck with orchestra seating, do you know that? She always seems to get bumped back so far, and, playing next to her, she always seems about the same level as me, sometimes even better. I don't know; maybe she just doesn't test well, or something, or Central students get seniority.

Nichole has very good flute tone. Was it just me, or in Michelle's constant striving to be of loud volume, she often ended up sounding more along the lines of a tin whistle? Yeah, I know, that's not a very nice thing to say . . . but, eesh, the way she used to do those excessively high and loud scales just to make people jump really used to piss me off. It's a refreshing change not to have to deal with that any more.

Play rehearsal was fun . . . it usually is. We're so random, and though Mr. Ong gets irked when we get off task, it's funny. Dan O'Brien is always so nuts . . . like today, for some reason, every time he acted out his character, he sounded rather homosexual, which was amusing because he's actually supposed to be married to a girl in the cast. Then he pretended to have gotten shot and the way he laid in the chair just cracked me up. Anyway.

Okay . . . here's a poll I'm going to take. It has a point; I will just reveal it later. I want you to respond with the three people you would most like to have lunch with, ever. Their language or time period (they can be dead; in fact, most are) does not matter.

Actually, this will show me whether you are average or not.

Suggestion: Do not look at other people's answers before you respond. In fact, please don't. Please, please don't. You will probably change your answers. Try to do this as quickly as possible, too. Also . . . pretend that adults are going to see this. It will all be explained later . . .

Tiffany, you already answered. Your results will be duly noted.

Somebody Told Me

This song is so random. I really like how it sounds, but the lyrics, I swear, make absolutely no sense:

Well, somebody told me you had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year.
It's not confidential, I've got potential.

WTF?

Anyway . . .

Today. Today I took a test in Spanish (the units seem to go by so fast in that class . . . ). You know, it's so crazy; I'm on my way to being tri-lingual. Can I consider myself bi-lingual? I speak Japanese pretty well. I've dreamed in it before, at least twice, I do believe . . . though even though the dreams really didn't involve much talking . . . I just knew they were dreams in Japanese. It's funny like that . . . and really so cool. It's been a while, though; I fear I'm losing it. I probably am. I probably will fail my Japanese SAT (not that you can fail it . . . but you know what I mean . . . ).

World History was just World History. You know something? I'm really pissed that I don't get to work the polls. I really wanted to. It's just that I have one those long right-after-school to 8:00 dress rehearsals for the play that same day . . . so I can't do. I really, really wanted to do it, too. That's also 12 hours of community service. You can't do it for a partial day, can you? I really, really want to.

Nichole and I got worried when Kristina and Amanda didn't show up for school together. The last time that happened they were in a car accident that totalled the car, and they were lucky . . . but you can't count on them being that lucky one more time. So we called at lunch (we argued forever over who was going to call, because we're both so scared of phones, and Nichole ended up doing it, even with the crazy nasty lady who snapped at her for having bloody compassion for her friend, cold-hearted wench . . . anyway . . . yea for you, Nichole; you get the good friend award and maybe I'll bring you a granola bar or something, lol ^_^), and it turned out she was just sick, I do believe. Anyway, it worried us for a little while.

Then I went to the weinie roast. Fun. Weinie roast. Hey, it was free food. I ended up sitting next to Seth and across from Drew and kitty-korner from some boy I don't know who is apparently on the soccer team, because there was really no one else. So we talked about random stuff like college and getting busted for alcohol and the melty Snickers bars and how Seth was smart because he got one from the bottom.

In English, Liz "cleaned out" my purse for me, lol, and we found that list of funny metaphors some people wrote. So she read them and laughed over them, and then we went over to Mrs. Kasa and showed them to her, and she laughed over them, and then Seth came up, and he looked at some, and laughed over them. It was total English nerdiness, but, hey, it was fun. So now she is making copies for a lot of people.

Economics . . . that class is so fun, and yet so horrible. The people are awesome, but the class sucks. It's like the beginning and the very end, and any social hour in between, and anything we do behind the scenes when Velkoff isn't looking, from the random cartoons and such, are fun . . . but Economics . . . blehh . . .

Orchestra. Gag me with a spoon; we played ENTIRELY too much of "The Marriage of Figaro" today. I am still third chair, which is nice; I didn't have to move, but I now have Robert and Paige in front of me instead of Robert and Jim. Jim is now beside me instead of Sarah. Sarah has such bad luck with orchestra seating, do you know that? She always seems to get bumped back so far, and, playing next to her, she always seems about the same level as me, sometimes even better. I don't know; maybe she just doesn't test well, or something, or Central students get seniority.

Nichole has very good flute tone. Was it just me, or in Michelle's constant striving to be of loud volume, she often ended up sounding more along the lines of a tin whistle? Yeah, I know, that's not a very nice thing to say . . . but, eesh, the way she used to do those excessively high and loud scales just to make people jump really used to piss me off. It's a refreshing change not to have to deal with that any more.

Play rehearsal was fun . . . it usually is. We're so random, and though Mr. Ong gets irked when we get off task, it's funny. Dan O'Brien is always so nuts . . . like today, for some reason, every time he acted out his character, he sounded rather homosexual, which was amusing because he's actually supposed to be married to a girl in the cast. Then he pretended to have gotten shot and the way he laid in the chair just cracked me up. Anyway.

Okay . . . here's a poll I'm going to take. It has a point; I will just reveal it later. I want you to respond with the three people you would most like to have lunch with, ever. Their language or time period (they can be dead; in fact, most are) does not matter.

Actually, this will show me whether you are average or not.

Suggestion: Do not look at other people's answers before you respond. In fact, please don't. Please, please don't. You will probably change your answers. Try to do this as quickly as possible, too. Also . . . pretend that adults are going to see this. It will all be explained later . . .

Tiffany, you already answered. Your results will be duly noted.