Monday, September 29, 2008

The plan is simpe:

Okay, probably one of the last things in the world I should be doing right now is blogging, somewhere along with playing Dutch Blitz, doing drugs, and watching Monty Python. What I SHOULD be doing is getting dressed, because once again I'm blogging in my bathrobe (but I'd never told you that before. Now you know).

Ugh, I think I wasted away my Saturday sitting around in pajamas and watching TV. Well, I also did some homework, but that's not really what you'd call recreational. I mean, who cares about ancient Greek society? They're all dead!


***that was written on Sunday morning, and I didn't finish it or post it. Anyway, moving on...***


One of my bestest friends had been listening obsessively to the radio for the last week, because they were giving away passes for a meet & greet with Simple Plan. It would be an understatement to say that she loves, adores and venerates Simple Plan.

And this morning she won a pass! So while the rest of us were in Math, banging our brains very quietly against the insides of our heads, she was at home showering and getting batteries for her camera.

I don't like Simple Plan that much myself (they're okay, but I wouldn't toss myself in front of a bus for them), but it's totally awesome that she got to meet them. A text message informs me that it was awesome, she touched and hugged them. And got a guitar pick from her favorite member (forgot who that was. I think his name is Dave? David? Google tells me it's David).

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Gluglugluglug

I already vacuumed my room, moved the furniture around (and discovered a family of dead bugs under the wardrobe, ew), ate a ton of cookies and had about three glasses of milk, looked through all the photos and videos I took at school on Friday, scratched the dog, watched TV, went for a walk... and I don't think I can put it off any longer.

Darn you to heck, homework! Just a few hours of concentration and it'll be over. Okay. Here goes.

**does homework**

A few hours later! Phew, time for a break.

I just drank an extra liter of milk and now I look like I'm pregnant.


This is all in an attempt to grow a bit taller. Actually, I guess I should say it's an attempt to be a bit less short (and if it doesn't work I'm personally going to hunt somebody down and punch them. Not the cows, 'cuz we're stealing their milk and all, but maybe the owner of the milk company).

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

65 pesotes...

Guess who I met on Sunday and took home?

It's somebody tiny and furry and brown. And CUTE!


I still can't get it through my mind that somebody would sell these waaaay over here... I will treasure this little guy until he falls apart from all the love he'll receive (meant in the cleanest way possible).

Saturday, September 13, 2008

I would like to make a complaint about the complaining about the complaints being made...

Aaaargh, I'm in a freaking bad mood. Must break something.

Sometimes I really, really hate school. These are my classes, ordered from very much hated to not hated.

1. Math- old patronizing man with a mustache. Feel like stabbing something when I see him. Not helped by his subject.

2. Orientation- the teacher thinks I'm an antisocial nut and tries to get me to work in a team and talk to her. One hour a week is way too much.

3. Chemistry- the dude doesn't know much about his subject. Seriously. Will often talk about politics, etc. so he won't seem too incompetent.

4. Literature- is boring. Really boring. Also the teacher has a weird beard that looks like its growing out of his mouth and down his chin.

5. Etymologies- treats us like six-year-olds.

6. Biology- very hard to stay awake.

7. Health- if you snag a seat in the first two rows, it's an okay class. Otherwise you won't hear a thing. And she won't freaking talk louder, no matter how much we ask her to.

8. Phys Ed- I don't mind it that much, because we only have to run/march around, and not play sports. However, I hate wearing shorts.

9. Ethics- mutual dislike between the teacher and I, but she teaches okay and the subject can be interesting.

10. History- actually, I like History. The teacher's good, too.

11. French- I like the subject, I like my teacher, I like the way she teaches. I like learning languages. Whee. However, I only have two hours a week. Boo.

So! Tell me about your teachers, specifically the ones you hate.

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Puru puru

I don't feel like connecting thoughts much today, because I'm tired. On a weekend. This is abominable, it should not be!!

Today I went with my friends to see a play for school, and after that we walked around... we went to a museum, 'cause two of my friends had to for some class or other... then we were hungry.

We went to a supermarket and bought crackers, tuna and salsa. Oh, and iced tea. And then we ate them all outside the supermarket while people walked by at us and gave us the evil eye, mainly because the bottle the tea came in made it look a lot like whisky (accentuated by the fact that we were laughing like hyenas in pants). In fact, when I went back in to the store to get more crackers, my friends had to fend off and old drunk guy who wanted to steal our tea.

(crapcam photo)

How is it that I can listen to a song over 70 times in a day? My iTunes play count thingy must be faulty, teehee.

Mmmm, cheddar cheese crackers! YUM!!

I currently have a tuft of hair on the right side of my head that insists on sticking up, because it's shorter than the rest (I cut off a bit and made a guy think I'd snipped it from the bit that he's letting grow long... TOTALLY worth the puffy head it resulted in)

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Europe? School? Boring post, actually.

At school there's a trip to Europe every two years; this year, I might go (supposing I don't eff up and get myself kicked out of the program). Well, not quite this year... this school year. It's actually in 2009. Anyway.

This means I'll have to quit Museography & Restoration. It' a pity, 'cause it's fun... but I can take it next year. Either way, I'd at least have shorter days. I was getting in at seven and leaving at five every day: ten hours (I got pretty used to it. To think I once believed nine was inhuman...).

And now I won't spend my summer holidays at a museum dusting off old pottery for 120 hours. I'll instead spend a month getting dragged all around Paris and Belgium, and Switzerland and Italy... oh, and Luxembourg, was it? And a little place in Germany, right on the border... and somewhere else, but I forgot where. Some little country that, as my mom puts it, was left over when the rest of Europe was busy forming bigger countries. Oh, and Euro Disney! Whee!

I'd better shut up now. I've got homework, and I must look like a prat.