Best Laid Plans of Nerds and Geeks

This 'Day of' format is really limiting the creativity of my titles. So I'll cut it . . . I will use it only on days with a great something to be of. Yus.

Twilight Time Between: We had A. Team practice so I showed up for school at 7:30 again. I got some questions, but there was this one that was "What is the most common type of coal found in Illionis?" and I said "Influenza?" I thought Mrs.H had said cold. XP Everybody laughed at me. I don't even remember the real answer. It was something really obvious. Think types of coal and you'd think this, but I really can't think of it. Ah, well. It was Brady, Evan, and me on a team and Addy, Colby, and Haylee on the other. Mrs.H doesn't keep score when we practice so we don't know who won. Brady had animal crackers.

Health: We did this worksheet all about our self-image. "List 10 postive things about yourself and then one negitive." or "I'm afraid people won't like me because . . ." XP Then you had to pair with a firend and have your friend tell you why you are such a great person. Needless to say I didn't get a partner so I made it up. I then doodled WHY DON'T YOU MAKE IT UP AS YOU GO ALONG? In big letters that all fit together up the side of my page. The question mark said "Why even bother with every day life. We will all just fade out of existance . . ." THe random things I write on the back of my health papers. The day before my paper said "The Most Inane" in spikey letters.

Geometery: We finshed that worksheet packet with no problem. Evan did one and I did the other and we traded answers. Then we had all hour to sit and do whatever.

English: It was decreed that Becky can not write sentences about killing and/or maiming anything, but must write happy sentences about flowers and laughing children. We had a worksheet. XP

Lunch: Brady helped me work on my lack of impulse control. He got a cracker, which I wanted, and set it on his tray in front of me. "Don't eat it." I watched it. I wanted to eat it. Evan kept trying to steal it, but it was my impulse control not his. So all lunch I watched this lonely cracker calling to me. Until the bell rang and I said "IwasgoodIwasgood!Lemmieeatitpleasepleaseplease!" And it was one good cracker. XD "A real test of my impulse control," I said, "would be to send me to the mall with a hundred bucks and tell me not to spend any of it."

Advisory: There was floats. Rootbeer floats. And there was a line. A really long line. I waited in line most of the hour.

Phys Sci: Inside/Outside circle. We had to flash each other for the elements. It was great. Sb is . . . Antimony and . . . V is . . . Vandeium? Vallidium? No, that's not right. We have to have these memorized by Monday! Ahg!

Art: I had to move on to our reverse color project. I really really wanted to do this one picture but someone called Ruth already had it so I had to pick one with lots of rocks. I really would've rather done the other one. XP

Am His: Retook the test. I think I did better on it. That's all I could hope for.

Biology: The desks were rearranged again. We're still sitting about where we were. We were rewiewing for the test tomorrow. It doesn't sound that hard really.
This is the part where Best Laid Plans comes in. Evan said he'd come over Monday . . . but then he forgot and made plans with Sara. So he says Tuesday, but Tuesday he gets told he's coming to a volleyball game and he stays home anyway. So Thursday, he says, "Thursday, I promise you." Well, guess what? Because he missed the volleyball game Tuesday, he's being guilted into coming to the one Thursday. So he says "Friday . . . if my family doesn't have anything going on . . . and we'll go ice skating!" (This is for him not me. He thinks it's great when I fall on my butt.) But Friday I'm going to Jessica's to spend the night . . . and at this point, I've worked up a good mad at him and I don't really want to go with him anyway. So there.

138 days remain.

--- . . . I'm running out of good song lines.