today I learned how to burn stuff with a magnifying glass! I blame Travis.

Okay, how did my day go? Good. I've been wearing my contacts (yes, I have contacts. Contrary to popular believe, I do. Although it's sort of weird to have everyone come up to me a say, "You're wearing contacts!?" And I'm all like, nodding...) this week and have gotten so many comments. Especially about my eyes :|

Today we had a group test in math. This kid, Manuel, recognized me from CT from band class. That's swell; I didn't remember him. And Charlate was in my group, and she was all like, "Locker buddy!" when she met me. I'm like, smiling, nodding, remembering the painful incident when my head collided with her locker. Contrary to popular belief (don't go orange cat! i'll feed you soon!), there are three rows of lockers, stacked on top of each other. I have the way bottom one, meaning I have to bend to get to my locker (all right, I guess it beats getting a top one when you're incredibaly short and all). So this one morning, I straighten up and my head hit on Charlate's top locker door. And I had no idea she was in my math class. Well, I did, but that was after my head colliding with her locker. (This happened to me again, but it was one locker over and the guy didn't even notice.)

I miss my middle locker. Good ol' something-something-something. I can barely remember it...

Latin: we finally got around to translating. Forensic science now. We split into groups of five, and we're doing this fingerprint lab, and my team was with Travis, Paul, Peter, and Grace. And we had to go interview teachers. So who did we interview? My Chem teacher. God...I was so embarrassed...okay, beats getting Munhall by a long shot, or Marzelli (I doubt I spelled his name right) but still...okay, really, really beats getting Munhall now that I think about it. Munhall would be just too weird to interview. I hate him. I try to avoid him whenever possible.

I'm tired and I still need to do my homework, but I don't want to.

today I learned how to burn stuff with a magnifying glass! I blame Travis.

Okay, how did my day go? Good. I've been wearing my contacts (yes, I have contacts. Contrary to popular believe, I do. Although it's sort of weird to have everyone come up to me a say, "You're wearing contacts!?" And I'm all like, nodding...) this week and have gotten so many comments. Especially about my eyes :|

Today we had a group test in math. This kid, Manuel, recognized me from CT from band class. That's swell; I didn't remember him. And Charlate was in my group, and she was all like, "Locker buddy!" when she met me. I'm like, smiling, nodding, remembering the painful incident when my head collided with her locker. Contrary to popular belief (don't go orange cat! i'll feed you soon!), there are three rows of lockers, stacked on top of each other. I have the way bottom one, meaning I have to bend to get to my locker (all right, I guess it beats getting a top one when you're incredibaly short and all). So this one morning, I straighten up and my head hit on Charlate's top locker door. And I had no idea she was in my math class. Well, I did, but that was after my head colliding with her locker. (This happened to me again, but it was one locker over and the guy didn't even notice.)

I miss my middle locker. Good ol' something-something-something. I can barely remember it...

Latin: we finally got around to translating. Forensic science now. We split into groups of five, and we're doing this fingerprint lab, and my team was with Travis, Paul, Peter, and Grace. And we had to go interview teachers. So who did we interview? My Chem teacher. God...I was so embarrassed...okay, beats getting Munhall by a long shot, or Marzelli (I doubt I spelled his name right) but still...okay, really, really beats getting Munhall now that I think about it. Munhall would be just too weird to interview. I hate him. I try to avoid him whenever possible.

I'm tired and I still need to do my homework, but I don't want to.