172 days remain.

Second day of shool.

First hour (which we acctually had today) was PE/Health. They split the girls and the guys and the girls have health first semester and will have PE second semester. And that's just great because that was one of the only classes I had with Evan. Mr.Fishman (the teacher looks like a fish with braces. His face is really long and thin and his ears stick out and his mouth is small and puckered. Not to mention the braces . . . Oh, Brady gets his off next week! Yay!) gave us our syllibi and our books then he told us we could sit around and talk for the rest of the hour. That was just dandy since I didn't want to talk to anyone and I'd just finished my book. XP I chatted with one of the new girls who was okay. She didn't have much to say, but she was nice enough.

Second hour, Mrs. Brusselsprout gave us those little puzzley deals that you have to make the dumb charts for. You know, Jimmy, Bob, and Carlton each ate something for lunch. Someone ate a kitten, someone at a carborator, and someone else ate yo' mamma. Who ate what?
Then they give you all these clues like:

Jimmy doesn't like kittens.

Carlton is allergic to yo' momma.

Bob hates Jimmy's guts and his cat's gut.

Carlton likes the taste of pennies.

So Bob ate the kitten (Jimmy's kitten, more specifically), Carlton ate the carborator, and Jimmy ate yo' mamma.
Wee. Fun.

Third hour Mr.McMealy read off some more of the lovely index cards we wrote him and he gave us these letters from the civil war to read. The letters were dry.

Lunch was pizza and I ate it. Brady was like "You're eating? Oh, my god!" and I said "Yes, there's icecream involved."

Advisory we finished reading through the handbook. Yipee.

Fifth hour: Mrs. Scary wasn't as scary today. She was only moderately scary today. It turns out that yelling that same thing is a tactic she uses to frighten disipline out of her students and let me tell you it worked like a charm. She told us about "lab safety" and then took us to the lab and showed us where the fire extinguishers and stuff were. There's this big yellow shower in the front of the room and it's the "Safety Shower." If you were to pull the handle on the big yellow shower head you would be drenched in five hundered gallons of water. How much you wanna bet someone's gonna pull that handle one of these days? XD I really want to, but with Mrs.H and Mrs.Scary and Mr.Parking all getting on to you, you'd hope you drown.

Sixth hour: Mr.S has us working on these negitive space drawings. You just have to draw the outline of the object and then you'll shade around it. It's going to take a lot of pencil lead. Evan left at the begining of this hour to go get his tetnus shot. Yay for him.

Seventh hour: Was supposed to be English, but I never really had English because I switched out. As I said there were way too many people in that class. Now I have English third hour and American history seventh hour. Don't get confused, now.

Eighth hour: Is another science class so Mrs.H gave us the same forms Mrs.Scary had and told us the same things Mrs.Scary did about lab safety again. She did a little dance for us about being on fire which was . . . interesting. She said, "Instead of just having your arm on fire," and she waved her arm around, "You could have your whole self on fire," and she did this little wave type thing with her arms over her head. It was interesting.

Evan came over today. I had to sweep the floors if I wanted him to come over and he showed up before I finished. I gave him the wee orange broom and he helped me sweep. Then I made him play the N64, but he didn't use the controller properly. He could hold it like you would a PS2 or whatever controller and could still use the joystick and everything because he has "big manhands." Ask him not me.
Then we watched Donnie Darko and had a disscussion about it. He didn't get it! Do I give him credit for being deeper than he really is?
What am I talking about? He's a guy.
He just left a few minutes ago. After Donnie Darko I sat in my room and talked to him while he flipped through one of my old Entertainment Weekly's. I know it's a wonderful shallow magazine, but I read the Sun to make up for it, and it's the only pop culture I get anymore. What I'm more into is ancient history or obscure cities.

I'm sleepy.

---Here are the apples and the oranges and plums. The something the raisen and the rum.