Day of the Great Paint Wars

Excuse me all my eager readers (all . . . 1/2 of you) I forgot to blog yesterday because I was playing Scrathes (that PC game, you know). It's getting creepy. The mask is on the loose. Muhahahahaha! Along with someone who was, until recently, trapped in the basement. Muhahahahaha again.

Twilight Time Between: I had to come in early and finish my Trees project, but Mr.S had a teachers meeting so he popped in a CD and left me to my own devices until 8:20 when I went up to the commons area.
Today I have to go in early for A.Team practice. I'll tell you how that goes in the next one.

Health: We did absolutely nothing. It was the best health class I've ever had. Mr. Fishface told us he had nothing for us since it was club day (FFA this hour) so read or talk amongst yourselves. I tried to read my book for American History (Something about the Devils Trap) but then Christina and Savvy were teaching and we got t play Random Boardraces. I asked "How many sheets of paper are in a reem?" and "Who's the lead singer for Radiohead?" (Leave answers in comments, thank you.)

Geometery: We had a packet of worksheets for this hour. I think it was FCCLA. Evan was just flying through his and when he got stuck I knew it so it was okay. We're working on them again today.

English: Was SHC and Evan and I were waiting for the annoucement so we forgot. XP Won't forget next time. "We'll get it right . . . next time!"---Lock, Shock, and Barrel as they take the Easter Bunny back. We looked over our test, checked our worksheet, and did an Excersize out of the book. Wee fun.

Lunch: I finished my English and Brady and Greg ganged up on me to make me take Brady's tray. They said I had to because I'd eaten Greg's tots and he'd given me a pickle! They were saying that Greg had read my mind and told me I'd sworn to do it. I am not a pushover (like Greg). I didn't take the tray. So *nuh* XP

Advisory: Was Art Club and we had a meeting about Art Club t-shirts, building the set for the play, the trip to the galleries, and "punkin" carving and Mr.S said it. A few of the girls were like "What was that Mr.S? What are we carving?" and he very carefully pronounced "Pumpkin." That's a stupid name for a vegetable anyway. Where did they come up with it? Pumpkin? Really? I'm going to name a fruit Fuzzlebiscut and see how they like it.

Phys Sci: We had to do those worksheets we've had for a week now. FBLA was this hour. It was pretty boring. I don't have time with all my 3 . . . 5 extra curicular activities to join in with anything the FBLA's doing. So I don't. I'll do the level thingies because it looks good on collage aplications and stuff, but other than that . . . I might not even do those. I don't think I'll join next year.

Art: Ah, yes, I'd finished my Trees in advisory after the meeting was over, but I still wasn't done with my dot portrait. I got to the back ground which was this ditzy orange and happy happy yellow. I was doing fine until Mr.S told Evan to help me because he'd just finished his project. He was slathering the paint on and I had to go back and use his paint as the paint for other squares. Then I had some ditzy orange on my pinky and I tried to get it on his face, but to no avail. I wiped it on his arm instead. He said that was okay because he was mostly covered in paint anyway. And thus began the Great Paint Wars. He smeared a little on my arm, I smeared some on his hand. Then, oh then, Evan got some all over his fingers and made the back of my arm completely ditzy orange. Then Mr.S came over and told him to wash me off, but that was okay I could do that by myself. It was fun.

The paint wars not the washing my arm off.

Am His: We . . . you know I don't --- ah! Yes, I do! We had to do these "Reading Comprehension" worksheet packet. It was boring. NHS meeting. Freshmen aren't allowed to be in NHS.

Biology: FTA Club meeting. Evan was gone for that and then he left a little early for a doctors apointment. We had a study guide which I finished in class.

138 day remain.

---Oh, how they love the sporting life, oh the sporting li-i-ife . . . yeah, the sporting life.