Ha. Sorry. I just posted the last two posts. They say they were written in July and August, and they were. I just never published them. So... yeah, sorry about that.



So now I'm a junior in high school. I still can't believe it sometimes. It's going okay, I suppose. It could be better, but it could be a lot worse.

First period I have Advanced Physics with Mr. Bennett. Not to be confused with AP Physics. We do the slower pace thing. I have Caitlin, Steph, AND Michelle in the class with me (a miracle, I know). They seriously would fail in that class if it wasn't for me. It makes me feel loved.

Second period is U.S. History with the Boothinator. UGH! The tests are easy, I suppose. I just have no idea what grade I have in that class. I don't know how much stuff I'm missing. We had our mid-term yesterday. I didn't finish, and you should've read some of the last sentences I wrote in the essay: "...so they wrote the Articles of Confederation which basically sucked. So then the government re-wrote the Articles to create today's U.S. Constitution. It was awesome."

Third period is Japanese. We have it in (pregnant) Mrs. Cole's room, and the 2nd and 3rd years are crammed into the class. "Crammed" is not quite the right word. There's like... 15 of us. But I mean, the 1st years... holy crap. The class is FULL. Some people couldn't get in because it was full.

Fourth period is AP Junior English with Ms. Buchanan, who I had for World Geo 2 years ago. I'm doing a lot better in that class than I was doing in AP Sophomore... I blame it on the book reports. Students this year have one LESS than we had, AND they can do one Harry Potter book. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT??! Ugh!
Mrs. Good, change my grade to a B-, and I'll forgive you.

Then I have lunch. Somehow I share the lunch with Caitlin, Michelle, and Steph. It's awesome!
I'll get to ONE lunch problem in a bit....

Fifth period. Pre-Cal with math Anderson. At the beginning of the year, I was so scared and unsure of that class. Now, I'm fine with it. There's hard times, but all it is now is review. Stuff I've learned before, and if I haven't, it's easy to remember.... unless I never had a knack for it.

Between 5th and 6th is possibly the best part of the day. I look forward to it EVERY DAY.
Why?
Tyler has Mrs. Good 5th, and Mr. Anderson 6th. He practically walks to the otherside of the hallway and down one classroom to get to the classroom I'm just leaving. I tend to be the last person out. I'm slow. For 5th, I MAKE SURE I'm slow. Just so I can talk to Tyler.
Pathetic, I know.

Then Six period is Clay with Mr. Yee. I had Yee in middle school, and I really liked him. It's possible that I find him even cooler now than I did before.
He likes pandas.
What more needs to be said? Well, he can be really funny at times... like that one time.... I'll tell the story in a bit (after the lunch bit).

After that I go home.

And you know what?

Even after... almost 2 months of school, I still bloody hate the busses being in the back. I hate it as much as I had the first day. It's so wrong, and I can rant for a while about how horrid it is, but I'll move on.


Sooo... the lunch bit. One thing that I absolutely hated about my lunch was that I had second and Tyler had first. But it wasn't like I could switch a class to change it, or that he could switch his class (as if I'd ever ask him that), because both of our classes are the ONLY classes. He has Jap, and I have AP Junior.
BUT, the light of god shined through the heavens above this week. Sensei's lunch got moved to second instead of first, THUS, the Jap class magically had second lunch. I seriously couldn't believe my luck. I couldn't believe it happened. Out of all the classes they could've switched.
...But Tyler and Cassy, etc. all sit and eat in the hall by the vending machines, so we only get to see and talk to them on our daily trip to the machines. It kind of sucks, but I get my fix of Tyler.



Okay, so now an anecdote (that's right, I pulled an AP word on your ass)... This was earlier this week, actually. Tuesday, probably.
So we're in art, [most of us] working on our Greek vases made out of coils. Suddenly I hear Courtney (this senior) say, "Is it seriously not in the dictionary?"
I had a feeling I knew what the convo was about straight-away. Apparently, so did Mr. Yee, who was working on something about 6-8 feet away.
"What? Gullible?"
"Yeah. Isn't it in the dictionary?"
"No," Mr. Yee said, no change in his face or voice.
"Really?"
"You can go check a dictionary if you don't believe me."
"No, I believe you guys."
By then I had a hard time keeping in my laughter
Courtney kept on ranting about how you would think it'd be in the dictionary. It had to be a word. I couldn't hear what the jokesters were saying, however Courtney was a loud talker. She sounded like a 8 year-old who found out that Santa wasn't real.
About 5 minutes later I hear: "You guys are so mean!"
The jokesters laughed. But no one laughed as hard as Mr. Yee. I could tell he was having a hard time keeping the volume of it down, maybe so that Courtney couldn't hear him. Well, if so, it didn't work. He took him glasses off and wiped his eyes, crying.
I can't remember much of the convo between him and Courtney, but I remember Mr. Yee saying how she kept on feeding on the lie. Then he continued laughing.
10 minutes later, he came over and said "Thanks. That made my week."

.....That was probably more of a "had to be there" type of moment.



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While I'm thinking about it, I should tell about this weird thing that happened at school today. It still makes me happy when I think about it, but it's still completely random in my book.

So, 2nd period has just ended. People are heading to their next class. For me, this means plunging into the stream of people going every way I'm not. Crossing the river that is the 4 way intersection at school. Don't tell me you have no idea what I'm talking about. It also doesn't help that there's quite a few people joining that stream from the science hall... type place.

At school, you recognize people. You have no idea who their name is, but you've made your own name up, even if it's "that one guy." The people that you pass every single day.
So, yes, there's this one guy that I pass every single day. At least between 5th and 6th. He's a freshman, he has sort of sandy, slightly curly hair that covers his eyes, and he often wears a blue and black emo stripped sweatshirt.
Know who I'm talking about?

So, anyway, I'm going to cross the river after 2nd period. Going in, I waved to Randy (I think it was him... well, I waved to someone, okay?). Halfway through, right behind Randy (er, person) was that freshman. I was going to finish crossing the stream by cutting right in front of him (he was coming towards me, but going to the math/english halls), but then he reached to me with his index finger pointing. At first, I thought he was going to poke someone next to me. Then I thought he thought I was someone else. He more tapped rather than poked my elbow... twice. And so I looked up at him (I was watching him tap me), figuring that there was no mistake... he MEANT to do that. Was he trying to catch my attention? He passed right in front of me saying "That. That is awesome." And he was pointing to his lip. After he passed me, he had his face facing towards me as he walked, so I could see him pointing.
He commented on my lip ring.

After quickly getting past the slight weirdness of it, I felt happy. I felt happy the first time since I got to school. No one seems to make a big deal of it. I really don't get comments on my lip ring.

And I just got complimented by a complete stranger.

When was the last time I got complimented like that? Well, besides that hair dresser....
Well, I do get quite a few comments on my "If you can't think of anything nice to say, I'll have to get the duct tape" shirt.
But when was the last time the comment actually made me feel happy. That actually brought a smile to my face whenever I thought of it. I can't really remember.

And it felt kind of odd that a guy actually NOTICED me. It's... weird. It doesn't really happen... Okay, well, it doesn't happen enough to bring up my self-esteem.
Lately, the way Matt Bullene sits next to me and looks at me in Jap club kinda freaks me out..... and I'm not really all that interested in dating a guy that has the same name as my brother *shivers*. Not that he's said anything, cause he hasn't. But sometimes, I just have those suspicions.
It's weird. When I have this crazy suspicion that a guy likes me, in a way I sort of convince myself that he does, and I tend to back away. I tend to ignore him. I tend to talk to him less, stay away. And it always happens with guys I'm not interested in.
And I'm going to stop that subject, before I get any further, and do/think of something I'll regret.

You know that I like Tyler by now, right? You'd better.
Well.... it's no longer a suspicion: Tyler likes Chelsea.
And I mean likes. They walk and talk to each other all the time. The other day I noticed that they had switched sweatshirts. Cassy told me that it was Tyler's idea. That he insisted.

But you know what?
I'm still standing.

He still talks to me.
We still poke each other.
In fact, the other day, he was poking me like... twice... no, 3 times as much as usual. We were having another poking war, I suppose, and he ended up drumming his 4 fingers on his right hand on my arm. I'm pretty sure that was the same day that he found out that poking my side gives a reaction that makes him smile.... I'm not safe anymore.

Well, I'm bloody as hell tired, and the powerpoint has finally been uploaded and attached to the email for Sensei. And I still want to write a thank you note to my aunt.


There is a 100% chance likelyhood that I will share past memories of Tyler for your reading pleasure... hopefully you'll enjoy it. I sure enjoy writing it.


Well, until next time, peepinators. (Hells yeah. I just made that up) ^_^