My day....

So, I didn't have to run the mile today. ^__^ It was 'cause some other class was running it already and the fact that a whole bunch of people in mty class didn't suit up ('casue they thouhgt we were going to run). So now he's not gonna tell us when we're running the timed mile, so it'll be a surprise. Knowing him, he's probably gonna make us do it on Monday (after two days of NOT running) or Wednesday, the day before the 4 day weekend. *sigh* This was also the last day for badmiton. Next, we're playing soccer/raquetball. I'm choosing raquelball. I mean, don't get me wrong or nothing, 'cause I love soccer, but, DAMN, it hurts when you're repeatedly (sp?) kicked in the fucking shin!

Anyways, in second period, English, we watched a movie. It was Clash of the Titans. It's not like I haven't seen that in a while; I mean, I've only watched it about a 1,000 times in 6th grade 'cause my Social Studies teacher always forgot things (which meant that essays were always due "next week", LOL! But then it was easy for the people who never finish on time. ^_~ ). Whatever.

In Geometry, we have too much fucking homework! I mean, we have to do this airport assignment, AND he still assigns MORE homework for us! That airport assignment is fucking HARD, and he assigns more problems in the book?! What the hell is he doing to us?! I'd like to see him do all this work, and finish before the weekend's over. Knowing him, he'll probably assign homework on Thanksgiving. -_- Idiot.

In 4th period, we had to do this worksheet, but ti was easy. The Construction class (in the other room) went outside during 4th period, and they were right in front of our classroom (one side of the room is made completely of windows, so we saw them). They were at the storage unit thingy, and most of them were just standing outside, and I was wondering what they were doing. Liliana [A.K.A. Dulce (Candy)] told me in the bus that they were knocking down one of the walls so they could build a garage door (that was her class). She told me that she was the only girl inside knocking it down, and that she stepped on a nail. Good thing it didn't get to her foot yet, or it'd HURT LIKE HELL! She also said that there was this one guy who stepped on a nail and it went all the way through his shoe. Ouch!

So, after I got off the bus, I was walking home as per usual. It wasn't that hot today, so I was happy. I had been walking for 20 minutes, and I only had ONE more block to go; I was about the cross the street, when out of nowhere, a bus comes, and turns to go into the street I was going to cross. Damn! It scared the shit out of me! I didn't even hear it, and then, WHOOSH! There it went. Good thing I didn't cross the street yet! But the weirdest part was that I could've sworn that that was my bus! I mean, I recognized the bus driver! And I was thinking 'What the HELL?!' and I was pissed, 'cause damnit, no one goes the same way as me (except this one guy, but he only gets on the bus every once in a while), and I'm the one who lives the fartest (sp?) away from the bus stop! So I was REALLY pissed that MY bus went MY way because I had to walk FAR! *sigh*

I gotta go take a shower now. Laters.

~Remula

Ya know, I realized that I forgot to tell you...

that during P.E. one of the new girls hit me with the fucking raquet (sp?)! I mean, I was totally going for the birdie, and she SHOULD have seen me (I bet you she did, that bitch), but she tried to hit it anyway. And then the raquet HIT my fucking HAND! OMG! I couldn't hold the raquet in my left hand anymore, and that's the hand I play with (except on serves, 'cause I can't do it with my left for some reason...)! It hurt like a BITCH! and of course, I go and sit out, you know, because it hurt. And then I look and see that my thumb (which got hit the most) was turning purple and there was a BIG, FAT LUMP on my thumb too! I couldn't even move it, it hurt so bad! And of course, my P.E. teacher HAD to tell me to play this one guy (I don't remember his name), and he didn't know about my hand, and I couldn't just say NO, 'cause he's kinda mean; I mean, he didn't go easier on this one football player in my class [before] when he could barely walk (the other team had tackled him), and he STILL made him run with the rest of us, so I KNEW he wouldn't go easier on me, so I went and played with the guy. Of course I sucked 'cause there's only so much you can do with your bad hand (not that I write with my left, mind you, it's just that I'm weird, 'cause I was left-handed in Kindergarden, but I saw everyone else in my class write with their right, so I changed. That's why I sometimes do things with my left stilll; not used to doing it with my right), and anyway, whenever I tried to play with my left, it hurt. -_-

Of course I had to realize it in the shower that I hurt it, because the pain was fading (or I was getting used to it; whatever), and I forgot -- that is, until I started washing my hair, and then, WHAM! I bump my hand on the wall, and the pain just flared up!

*sigh* Today wasn't my day. I could barely do anything with my left hand, and then I pain it more... Bleh! This sucks.

I gotta go now. Do that Geometry homework that I had bitched about earlier, you know? Laterz.

~Remula

Colors...

I was playing with the colors on my live journal... I decided to just change it a bit, as you can tell (well, if you visit often, you could... or if you're an observent person). I dunno if I should have a background pic.... I might put on later if I decide I want it. I mean, if I have TIME to do it. I only played with the colors 'cause I was bored, and didn't want to do my homework and whatever.

Well, I should work on my real work... laterz.

~Remula