Category Archive
The following is a list of all entries from the friends category.
ANA GLOMP ATTACK + EVERYBODY IS SICK
I’m talking to my friend Ana on msn.
We haven’t talked in FOREVER OMIGODS! ITS WEIRD!
We were supposed to meet when I went with SCAC to her school, but you know how that worked out. (Stupid glass…) and now we are talking!
I so forgot to send with my team her drawing!!! WAAAAAAH!
Im gonna work on a new extra special one then! YES.
PLUS! WE ARE ALL SICK. ME, BLACKLIME, ADMX, PARENTS, BROTHER, ANA.
WE’RE THE SICK CLUB!
ImsohyperfromtalkingtoANA,that’swhythispostisgettingkindaridiculous.
Reproductive Labs
Today, at Biology class, while we worked on the human reproductive system.
Insun: Do we have any labs for this topic? ?_?
Risa: I don’t think so. ._.
Camila: Yeah, what would you test? ?_?
Insun: Yeah, what type of labs would we have? ?_?
*silence as we all connect “Reproduction” with “Experiment” in our heads*
*everybody starts smiling* : D : D : D
Camila: NO! NO! BAD INSUN! XD
Insun: We’d have lab partners : D
Mabel: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
*We all crack up*
Old Family Friends
I really like talking to my parent’s friends. Usually they are very interesting people in fascinating jobs, and conversations are easy with them. Sometimes easier then with some of my classmates. Of course, first you have to break the ice, but I’m so used to being introduced to my dad’s workmates and friends, (the former usually becoming the latter and getting invited home) that we usually do so with little problem.
Today, at my dad’s friend’s house, who used to be a coworker, they were having a reunion for Plan workers. Plan is an NGO my dad worked in for many years, and still remains in contact with. As such he went there, and met many old friends. Since the friend lives about three blocks away, I walked there an met them.
I find it fun to be able to talk about matters I don’t with my classmates. I feel grown up. But then I remember I am just sixteen, afraid of driving and college, and it brings me down a few pegs. But it’s a nice feeling when you can joke with them, more easily the with the majority of my classmates.
I would have liked to stay for longer, but I have to work on Trigonometry.
Overbearing
I hate it when my dad acts like the world is ending over the stupidest of things. I hate that he always looks for reasons to criticize, always looks for something to go wrong, and then complains that we “try to make him angry” when he is the one that unreasonably sparks out. It makes life pesada. I am not complaining that he wants me to participate more in housework- I understand the need, and the anger behind that one. I am not complaining about how he moans about my ability to lose anything- again, I understand the why, and he’s right. Right now, I am angry because he has always been insufferable in many cases, and he has made life for me, my brother and my mother hard with his moods and trigger moments.
Yesterday, I used his computer, with his permission, to use his Skype account, because it has money and can call lines in the USA. I used it to call my best friend Isabella. Unfortunately, she was out with her friends and couldn’t talk, and we agreed on trying today. After the call, a bit disappointed, I played with a jigsaw/portrait my dad has on his desk. I took it out and started arming it again. However, my parents called me to dinner, so I had to leave it half done and promptly forgot it. My dad goes back, sees the jigsaw puzzle still undone on his desk, and ends up shouting at me to come down the stairs as if I had used his computer without his permission about how I mess up everything, and I was to not go near anything that is his ever again, especially computers. He had already sparked at my mom and brother for the most ridiculous reasons, as he tends to do, but despite my bad feelings I shut up and did as told.
However, I just tried asking him if I could call Izzy, and he replied with the same “You will NOT go near ANYTHING that is mine.” Never mind that he knows I have no other way to call her, nevermind that he knows that I rarely get to talk to her, that I have not seen Izzy in six years, or how much this means to me. Because I played with his jigsaw puzzle, I can’t call her.
I don’t normally get angry. Or at least, I didn’t use to.
Now, I get fucking pissed everyday.
“Hi! We Already Met!”
Today was alright.
In math, I found out I had lost my worksheets, and that nobody had finished them, so we had more time to work on them. Started the exercises all over again. Oddly enough, one moment in the class, Little Nick, who sits behind me with Esteve, called my name. When I turned, I saw Esteve hiding his head in his arms (Of course, he could have just been resting, but it didn’t really look like it.) while Nick just grinned at me and said nevermind.
I hope I am not reading into things too much, but do you also… ?
I took the ITGS quiz, which was surprisingly easy. No, honest. It was incredibly easy. After that, English, which was alright- I love our Book Club. It’s a really nice thing to read in class for ten minutes. At Lunch however, it was International Food day, so I bought a drink from Patrick since he was in charge of the Virgin drinks (Virgin mojitos, sex on the beach, you get it) and ate the Italian Pasta and some chocolate pudding for desert. Nice. Oh yeah, I had sushi in break.
Sushi. *o*
NHS was hosting the food day. I really want to join NHS- I belonged to NJHS. I should ask Patrick (I must have told myself this 109 times already) what the requirements are now. I think they were modifying them a bit.
I also joined the guy’s section today- somebody wasn’t there so I felt comfortable enough. I got to talk to the new guy, Ethan, a bit too. He seems nice enough, really. I had also forgotten how fun being with the guys is- and with them I can hit them with empty bottles and take part in equally silly activities. However, I also worked on a little paper that Lisa gave me- Dong Kyun, a somewhat-friend, was in a car accident and a comma. He’s awake now, and all around the school we are signing a get well card and writing in these little papers. Of course, decorated and drew on it- I hope that cheers him up.
We had a Basketball game after school. It was much better then the last one- we still lost, but the final score was among the lines of 24 -40, not 16-76 like the last one. And I do feel I am better now. I’m getting back into the swing of things now. And Pepe, Insun’s brother, surprised me after. He told me he’d been watching me play in the game, and he was impressed (Which is cute and flattering- I think we both know I didn’t do exactly well.) and he bought me a Gatorade out of nowhere. Such a sweet guy! I gave him a hug, and then had to run off so as to not miss the bus.
I now have to get on with homework. I still can’t find my lab notebook, so I am getting stressed. I know I am going to stay up late just for that. Guh. I need to give Lisa and Andre results first though. Then I will finish the Spanish part, and then just work on the lab lab lab. Maybe I’ll just do the math in the bus and before school in the morning- it would work.
Homework
>>Art- Art Critique due Friday.
>>English- “Snakecharmer” poem commentary of 1000 words, due Thursday.
>> English- Pastiche on Solzhenitsyn’s style.
>> Spanish – “Palabra del mudo” section of Julio Ramon Ribeyro work
>> Biology- Lab on Cow Liver Catalase Activity in Temperature, due tomorrow.
>> Math – Worksheet Matrices, due tomorrow.
Matrices test tomorrow
Binomial Theorem Worksheet due… ?
#b9fa60
If I Was A Stranger To Strange Days, I’d Say This Day Was Strange
Wow, school kicked off whether I wanted it to or not.
My friend Patrick returned from the US, where he was with his dad as he got operated for cancer, and returned at the beginning of the day to get simultaneously attacked/hugged by me and Stephanie. It was funny. He walks by me, I turn to look at him, and shout out “PATRICK!” at the same time that Steph does, and we both run to him. XD He was laden with stuff too, poor guy.
Unfortunately, his return was soured at break when as I neared him to greet him again, he reached out with his construction paper to hit my shoulder or side (as is quite common with us- he gets hit too). However he hit my breast with the roll of construction paper instead.
Instant shock.
Then he apologized, of course, while I clutched my binder at my chest and told him I would kill him later.
It’s funny when you look back at it. I know this is something ridiculous to write about, but to heck with it.
Great news- a friend from my sophomore year here, Rodrigo, one of the group who took me in when I moved her, is visiting for his spring break from Miami! It was great to talk to him again, and he joined my art class as he hid from Mr. Smith so as to avoid being booted from the school. I was wearing the earrings he gave me a year ago too, which was an odd coincidence.
I also managed to finish my science experiment, on which my group was behind. We had to do it in break and lunch ,and with old liver. Never use liver. We nearly puked. Parts had kind of solidified so when we measured it stuck up the pipette and dangled. Ew. Ew. Not even Andre could handle it, and he, fitting the stereotype, withstood it more then me and Lisa.
Unfortunately, I cannot find my results book. By which we could be royally screwed, because I was the only one who wrote them down. Im getting on msn to tell them and apologize, and tell them I’ll see if its in my locker. I really don’t like this- letting myself down is one thing, letting down others is far, far worse.
If I can’t find it, I will have to make the results up. And I don’t like the idea of that moral quandary. Gaaaah. Not looking forwards to this.
I got a pretty good grade in my Bio exam, a low 6, for which I am happy. I’m getting used to high 6s though- Bio is one of my strong points.
Basketball practice sucked though. I’m the only one who is no longer “officially” on the team. And because they are ten, and I am the eleventh, any teamwork, which is practically all we did, I ended up at the side shooting free throws. Heh. I could have come here for homework.
Today I haven’t been feeling well either. Didn’t eat dinner, although that migth have also been thanks to the fact that I ate a noodle soup when I got home. And really, I know part of what is making me feel bad, but there is not much to do about it, other then take a painkiller. “Crimson Wave” say anything to you?
Agh, the lab is a pain in the neck. Where can my little lab notebook be?
Homework:
> Art Critique due Thursday
>ITGS Quiz on Chapter 2
>Pastiche due… someday. And the commentary on poem “Snakecharmer”,1000 words, due thursday
>Julio Ramon Ribeyro Biography, due tomorrow
>ITGS Key Terms
>Biology Lab due… I don’t know… Either tomorrow or Friday.
>Math test on matrices tommorow.
In green, are the ones I’m doing tonight.
In orange, the ones on the bus.
Lemon Water 