Staying up late to blog

It'll be maybe 8:30 before I'm finished! *Gasp*

Anyway, happy thirtieth blog post (laaaame)!

A little bit on yesterday: I was forced into the back of my mother's car when Tyler and Lexy hauled ass with us to youth group. Lexy was the foreigner, just saying.

Today shall begin with first period, which usually holds mon amour, Français I. In stead, I was greeted with a familiar substitute teacher who I've been acquainted with since seventh grade. He remembered me, too. I also sit next to a girl who I've known since way back when (second grade, to be exact) who is in the marching band and can talk only. Of. Marching. Band. She proceeded to tell me how they had a competition around Hershey Park and it was raining and how they got back at 1AM and blah blah blah. I don't mind when she says it the first time around, but the larger issue is when she wants to discuss it AGAIN on the bus. Yargh.

Second period, Math, was again filled with a little more interest. Remember the girl I "snapped" at? Yeah. That's the class we share. Someone made a comment about MySpace and then another went to say that Facebook is better. Though I know this, why would I ever admit to such a thing? "Facebook sucks," I said. Snap Girl began talking, of course, since that's obviously all she's good for, and I ignored her until the phrase "that girl over there" came up. I initially thought they weren't talking about me until I caught the gist of the conversation. "That girl over there says Facebook's wack, but that's probably 'cause she ain't got no friends." Ouch.

Third period is gym (insert broken heart symbol here), but that isn't really what I care about. Tyler and I take the shortcut outside where we can talk a little bit, and of course our regular conversation ensued: "Freshman are so dumb," he said. I had to agree, being pissed off at three-foot-nine Snap Girl. Which lead me to begin talking about how much I hate people in general. Which lead us to talking about how I hate people who act like me. "Honestly, I don't know how you stand me," I said to Tyler as he was walking through his designated doors. "I do," he muttered in the adorable Tyler way he does (I'm creepy). I should've told him boobs don't = liking a person. :D



Fascination: THIS<3. I sang the Grammar Fairy song (that I memorized, mind you) in the car when Lexy was still there, and even my mother was creeped out. FTW!
Quotes: Two for today.
'Warm up' question: "What comes to mind when you think of Vikings?"
Girl: Yinga-yanga dergin!

Me: You're my best friend.
Mr. Social Studies Teacher: No. I don't have friends.
Me: But you have best friends.
Mr. Social Studies Teacher: No friends. Only victims.