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Apr. 8th, 2003 09:13 amI hate Brenda. HATE HER. No, it's not too strong a word. But I have to careful about what I "wish" or "hope" will happen to her, because all the other times I've neglected to remember the rule of three, or, as non-Wiccans refer to it, karma, it's slapped me in the face many times over. I've been imagining everything from one-upping her to gutting her with a knife. -.- Binding her with a spell is probably a better solution, and I could ask Katia (whom I haven't talked to in a while) for help on that end.
Whoo... *breathe, breathe* I'm venting, venting is good... she pisses me off. She lives on the same block as I do, and we both left late-- but she got a ride to school, and she STILL managed to be 10 minutes later than me (and I was 5 minutes late; you do the math). That's not my problem though-- she just jumps right in and insults me, being not-so-discreet about it. She sounds like a dying seagull or something. I don't know where she gets off talking to Nancy (or Joyce or whatever the hell that bimbo's name is) about how ugly my pants are, just because a couple of rhinestones on my rear pockets are missing. BIG FRIGGIN' WHOOP! She looked like something a seagull shitted out, so she shouldn't exactly be talking!!! GAAH! Stupid juniors. Underclassmen are always irritating when we're so close to graduating.
I have to make an appointment with Dr. Stafford soon, since it's unlikely whether or not I talk to the swim test teacher, Ms. Worth (Wert? Wort?) about what happened to me when I practiced the night before the last test. I threw my back out, and it's STILL hurting. There has to be something wrong with me. I mean, sleeping at Vince's or on my couch probably didn't do much good, but it's been weeks all the same, so why is my back still... I don't know, in so much pain? Even gentle massages hurt, and I'm supposedly the "BDSM Queen" that likes that kind of rough-and-tough. *sigh* I'm losing it!!
Ms. Victoire (homeroom teacher at large) was kind of... erm, racist yesterday. A bunch of students from Redwood High were visiting with the psych students, and some of the Chinese students in the corner near the door were talking in Cantonese... and Victoire sorta yelled at them not to talk in their language, to speak english, etc. etc. ^^;; Aiyah...
Homeroom is really dead today, and I'm not exactly livening it up like I did yesterday. When I'm tired and sugar-free, I'm hyper. When I have my Cherry Coke, I'm blissful and silent. Strange, ne?
I forgot to send Jeremy the picture of RiTA the RTA mascot. I scanned it in yesterday and uploaded it to my domain (which needs serious renovation, aside from that Parasite Eve layout I did for Souten). Since journalism's Photoshop is still stuck on ver. 5.5, I just downloaded it at home and worked on it... it looks pretty good, too! I was messing around with all the tools (I coulda used patterns or filters, but eh. That's if Jeremy wants me to REALLY jazz it up) and having a blast. She looks cute. =)
-.- Blah, 3rd period. Be back later.
Whoo... *breathe, breathe* I'm venting, venting is good... she pisses me off. She lives on the same block as I do, and we both left late-- but she got a ride to school, and she STILL managed to be 10 minutes later than me (and I was 5 minutes late; you do the math). That's not my problem though-- she just jumps right in and insults me, being not-so-discreet about it. She sounds like a dying seagull or something. I don't know where she gets off talking to Nancy (or Joyce or whatever the hell that bimbo's name is) about how ugly my pants are, just because a couple of rhinestones on my rear pockets are missing. BIG FRIGGIN' WHOOP! She looked like something a seagull shitted out, so she shouldn't exactly be talking!!! GAAH! Stupid juniors. Underclassmen are always irritating when we're so close to graduating.
I have to make an appointment with Dr. Stafford soon, since it's unlikely whether or not I talk to the swim test teacher, Ms. Worth (Wert? Wort?) about what happened to me when I practiced the night before the last test. I threw my back out, and it's STILL hurting. There has to be something wrong with me. I mean, sleeping at Vince's or on my couch probably didn't do much good, but it's been weeks all the same, so why is my back still... I don't know, in so much pain? Even gentle massages hurt, and I'm supposedly the "BDSM Queen" that likes that kind of rough-and-tough. *sigh* I'm losing it!!
Ms. Victoire (homeroom teacher at large) was kind of... erm, racist yesterday. A bunch of students from Redwood High were visiting with the psych students, and some of the Chinese students in the corner near the door were talking in Cantonese... and Victoire sorta yelled at them not to talk in their language, to speak english, etc. etc. ^^;; Aiyah...
Homeroom is really dead today, and I'm not exactly livening it up like I did yesterday. When I'm tired and sugar-free, I'm hyper. When I have my Cherry Coke, I'm blissful and silent. Strange, ne?
I forgot to send Jeremy the picture of RiTA the RTA mascot. I scanned it in yesterday and uploaded it to my domain (which needs serious renovation, aside from that Parasite Eve layout I did for Souten). Since journalism's Photoshop is still stuck on ver. 5.5, I just downloaded it at home and worked on it... it looks pretty good, too! I was messing around with all the tools (I coulda used patterns or filters, but eh. That's if Jeremy wants me to REALLY jazz it up) and having a blast. She looks cute. =)
-.- Blah, 3rd period. Be back later.
