Characteristicas

Yeah- not really working on Spanish. I should, though- I know nothing about that class, and I am so going to fail. I have a freaking 91.9%. Like seriously, someone has to be kidding me.

Anyway, I went in to work last night. Well, not to work, just in the workplace, in order to find out my schedule. The damn Malley’s people were like, “Can you work Saturday? No? Okay, well then you can work Friday and Sunday.” “Muahaha” So basically, my whole weekend is already shot. So let’s review my plans:
Friday: 3:30-5 = practice
5-6:30 = Gross’s for team dinner
7-12 = Malley’s slavery
Saturday: 12-5:30ish = Soccer game vs. Westlake, the most important game like, all season
7-10ish = Ed’s/Ignatius football game.
10-? = hopefully doing something after, if I have any friends
Sunday = 7-10 work (before that = homework)

So yes, that’s my most excellent and exciting weekend, aren’t you jealous? No, I wouldn’t be either.

I’m still annoyed with people who don’t even pretend to stick up for their friends. And with people who don’t even pretend to be your friend. It’s just so exasperating to put up with people you’ve known forever, then realise that they aren’t really your good friends at all. That your really good friends are the ones you least expect. Or don’t realise until they’re there for you to help pick you up when your other “friends” cast you aside. I don’t like being cast aside. It’s a thing I have, sorry.

Oh, my God, so all the lights in the Junior highway are covered in green cellophane. And it’s a very weird, LSDish experience to walk out of the bright lights of 214 or 215 into the dim green hallway. It makes everyone look so ill. And it drowns out the red in Fenner’s hair, or so we discerned. Another awesome LSD experience is “The Dark of the Matinee” by Franz Ferdinand. I swear… the music is just so… frolicly.

Lyla just killed like 23872389 trees. Call me a tree hugger, but come on. So many poor, innocent trees are killed to make paper. This is why I believe we shouldn’t get homework, on paper anyway. I mean, think how many acres of forest are innocently destructed in order to make it possible for us to ‘learn’. I really think the whole thing is evil. Without trees we can’t have energy from photosynthesis to consume so that cellular respiration may occur and help our bodies to make ATP for cell energy. Okay, yes I just spent time studying for bio. But come on. Save the planet or something.

Speaking of which, I went faithfully to Caribou yesterday to study for Bio. I saw Maya there- she and Lyla plan on visiting me on Friday. Maybe I’ll fuck up less if we actually have dishes, and not disposable items.

I also went to Caribou this morning, being that it is Tuesday morning. Got a campfire mocha. Not bad, but I prefer my caramel. As if the world cares.

I really need to be more witty and incisive and funny and such. There’s no way anyone could possibly have the patience for this bloge any longer.

Well,

Yo ho
Yo ho
A (cariboued) pirate’s life for
~me
Lyla and Sarah are next to me reading sick things from the Cosmopolitan magazine Lyla brought. I believe I am disturbed.