Current Music: Tryin' To Throw Your Arms Around The World, by (wait for it) U2. Gasp! No, really?
Current Thought: Sorry my life isn't funny enough for you, Kathleen. ;^) I'll see what I can do to liven it up, but things have been pretty dull around here lately...
Ahh, the math teacher recanted and gave me two points back on the greater-than-sign thing. I'm pulling a nice even B in math at this point, thanks mostly to the test. If homework was weighted more heavily, I'd definitely have an A, but apparently it's only 12% of the grade. Oh, well, I can live with a B, as long as it's the only one I get this year. Gotta maintain my beautiful GPA to stay in Phi Theta Kappa, after all.
Heeeeey, did I mention that I downloaded Achtung Baby yesterday? Yep, the whole CD (seeing as I have yet to find it used). KaZaA and a DSL connection are a dangerous combination. My next target is an episode of Pinky and the Brain. I have way too much time on my hands. Anyway, yeah. I like AB a lot better than The Joshua Tree... it seems a lot more balanced. I have yet to decide if I like it better than All That You Can't Leave Behind, but I'm leaning toward yes.
Leaning toward yes... that sounds like it'd make a really cool poem title or song or something. Hmm...
Well. Anyway. Got up this morning and realized that Josiah's ID tag has been in my jeans pocket for the last two days. Bwahahaha. Maybe I'll give it back at Sam's gig. Maybe.
Oh, don't look at me like I'm evil! He said he has like three more! Granted, they're from the last three years, but who'll notice that he's suddenly a freshman? In fact, I bet he'll blend right in.
|Did I ask too much, more than a lot? You gave me nothing, now it's all I got...|
Current Music: One (duh), U2 (stuck in my head). The live version. With the full orchestra. And the entire audience singing along. *collapses in a fit of drooling*
Current Thought: Ow.
I'm severely damaged after Youth last night. Not only did I headbang twice, totally straining my neck, but we played that silly "bird and pirch" game, and I was a pirch, so there's third-degree rugburn on my left knee. So yeah. Hence the "achy" mood. Bleh.
Anyway. Had a relatively relaxing day, got some homework done, e-mailed my last-semester English teacher with the details of the recommendation letter I need, and left a message on the answering machine of the guy who runs the OTC school newspaper. And that's basically all there is to report. Whoop-dee-doo. Namar.
Current Thought: Aww, Ryan said my site is interesting! ...I guess this means Ryan is no longer grounded. ;^)
Got a whopping 77 out of 100 on my last math test. Granted, I legitimately screwed up on several of the problems, but what really ticked me off was that the teacher took off four points because I used an inequality sign that we had never used in class or on the homework. The wording of the problem was something to the effect of: "n is not greater than $684.50" or thereabouts. In my inequality, I used a > with a slash through it, signifying not greater than. But she wanted an underscored <, signifying less than or equal to. And that dropped me from a B to a C. Garg. Garg, garg, garg. And I say again, garg.
Anyway. The rest of the day was pretty good. Stopped by my last-semester English teacher's office to ask if he could possibly write a little letter of recommendation for the Writing Center when I go in to apply. He remembered who I was, where I sat, what I wrote, and that I was in Bible Quiz. Wow. I also got the name and number of the guy who runs the school newspaper, so I'm going to volunteer to write for it. Personally, I think it could use my help, but that's just me.
Called work to get my schedule... They had me scheduled Friday and Saturday. I gave them a sheet last month of all the days I couldn't come in through October, and Saturday was included as a day off. But nooooo, they just go and schedule me anyway. I appreciate the extra hours and all, but now is really not the time. Oh, well. Got it sorted out anyway. Think I talked to Daniel, which is good. Daniel's always been the nice one. Weird, yes, and irritating when he sings the Mario Sunshine song, but nice, especially compared to the perpetually-PMSing female managers and the constantly-curmudgeonly Mike.
Well, it's only about 15 minutes until I'm off to the worship team tryouts (hence my musical mood). My nose still hasn't quite recovered, but my throat is pretty clear and I'm feeling like I can pull off a couple songs. I know I'm singing Amazing Grace, but beyond that I still haven't decided. It'll likely be either Breathe or Sanctuary. Long as it's something I know, I'll be all right. I was considering Be Thou My Vision, but for that I'd need lyrics, and I'd best keep it simple.
And if it sounds like I'm obsessing, well, I am. Nothing too serious; I won't die if I don't make it onto the worship team, but I want to sound pretty good. The few times I've ever auditioned for anything (and actually, only one comes to mind) I bombed rather horribly. Of course, that was when I was thirteen... trying out for The Crucible at Little Theatre... in front of a room full of total strangers. I think my stage fright has improved slightly since then.
|She is raging... she is raging... and a storm blows up in her eyes...|
Current Music: Running to Stand Still, U2
Current Thought: I'm hungry.
Okay, so I was listening to the radio last night, and up came a commercial for Republic Ford. They're having a "Monster Sale" for October and such. And I was tuning it out until I recognized the "spooky" fake organ MIDI music in the background. It was the Jurassic Park theme. What does the Jurassic Park theme have to do with Halloween, or monsters, I ask? Realy? It's not even spooky. If John Williams were dead, he'd be rolling in his grave. Or coming back to haunt those idiots.
"They're not monsters, Lex..."
Anyway. Here I am, in between classes, bored stiff. Wheee! I think I'm gonna go upstairs now and eat my string cheese. Namar.
Current Thought: None. My mind is blessedly blank.
Had a very nice, lazy day today. Did some homework, earned some cash typing stuff for Mom, and downloaded a whole lotta music now that KaZaA is back on our computer after Mom and Dad mistakenly thought it caused some problems a while back.
Mom gave me permission to quit Springfield 8 if the managers give me an evaluation like the one they gave Laura. She seems to agree with the general consensus that giving low marks on something they haven't even trained Laura on is the most ridiculous thing in the history of all ridiculous things. Laura has never made seating announcements over the P.A. And when have any of the managers seen her answer the phone?! They freaking told her not to, for heaven's sake! Mike's just looking for excuses to not give us raises. It hasn't even been sixty days yet!
Sigh. Such is the plight of those doomed to work at an awful theater that doesn't even get the good new movies. (Four Feathers still isn't out there.) All I can say is... CALL ME, BORDERS!!!
Current Thought: That was the easiest math test I've ever taken.
They've all got pictures
Of those they loved and lost
They hold them up in the wind
And the paper flutters like candle flames
It's not for anyone in particular to see
Not the cameras or the people
Up on stage reading three-thousand names
Just to see, and be seen and remembered
And in the whole place
In that massive city block, now flattened
And filled with people
There is no sound but the wind.
Current Music: Electrical Storm, U2 (stuck in my head ever since I was singing it this afternoon and Sam was complaining in usual Sam fashion about how U2 has gone so downhill, and they used to be so great in 1991 or whatever. Sam didn't even know who U2 was in 1991. Sam's knowledge of music probably encompassed "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" and the alphabet song in 1991. Shame, Sam, shame. ;^) Anyway.)
Current Thought: Ugh, homework. Waitaminute, I don't have much homework. Yay!
Despite the angsty-sounding title, tonight and yesterday was really pretty fun. As you have probably guess by now, there were no hot Irish/British/Scottish guys at Barnes & Noble. The only thing that came close was a moderately good-looking guy who was browsing through books about Ireland in the travel section. But even despite that, it was cool. Hung out with Brittany, Adam, Joel, Delacey, and later Natalie, who dished some dirt on homecoming and various miscellaneous intervention-related stuff that came very close to ruining her evening, but she was able to pull through well enough.
Midway through the evening, before Nat arrived, Brittany and Adam and I left Joel and Delacey behind, took Brittany's car over to the ATM across the street, got twenty bucks, and I went to Wherehouse Music (finally!) and bought The Joshua Tree. Then I got a really neat little chunky journal for ten bucks at B&N. I don't think Joel and Delacey even noticed we were gone. Or if they did, it took Delacey at least three seconds. :^D
So that was all fun and cool. Went to Joel and Josiah's house for the Bible study earlier this afternoon, and hung out there until about 5:10, at which point we all walked up to Springfield 8. Josiah had a bleeding thumb, but that's an entirely different story.
Anyway, we got to S8 and I used my magical powers as an employee to get everyone who came with me complementary cups of water. Then I used my pass for the week to get two tickets for my grandparents to see My Big Fat Greek Wedding, and they very graciously paid me $10 for my trouble. (Trouble? Does walking four blocks to the theater count?) On the walk back to the house, had great fun flicking Josiah in the head. I annoyed him so much that we're now divorced. That, too, is an entirely different story.
Natalie rejoined us after leaving early, and we went up to Josiah's room to watch, of all things, The Lion King. I was bored. Very bored. In fact, so were Josiah and Natalie. They nearly fell asleep.
And then Nat and I left, she dropped me off at home, I went upstairs to watch The Simpsons only to find that Fox was, for some strange, incomprehensible reason, playing The Matrix, ate some dinner, sulked a little about the lack of good entertainment on TV (another station is playing Mission: Impossible II), and now here I am. Wow. What a day.
End pointless play-by-play of the last twenty-six hours. Namarie.
