Fed up

Today I showed a girl on my bus a comic I received (I asked for it of course) from Peta explaining in a comic book form the life of a chicken. She didn't care at all. She even said, "Well people have to eat animals to live." If murder wasn't a crime... I can think of a million witty retorts now, but all I could say at the time was:
*look of shock, horror, disbelief*
Me: Well how do you think I live then?
Her(well call her blonde buddy): Well you excluded, I'm talking about other people.

These were not the exact words but it is the closest approximation I have. Now I understand what other vegans are talking about when they say, "It isn't the food part that's hard it's dealing with all the ***holes." I completely agree with them now. I'm not calling my friend that word (well she isn't even my friend, but I sit with her on the bus and we used to be friends in 6th grade so silence is awkward). We are completely different and bump a lot. She isn't nearly as opinonated as me, and if I want to see how a regular person would react to something I test it on her (so you could call her my guinea pig). I can't test this stuff on my friends, because let's face it they aren't normal. The one thing we do have in common is acne (I know how awful!) but my should be gone soon so we won't have that in common either (we both don't like the "pretty" preps too, me because they are annoying, snotty, narrcassitic, and always have to be the center of attention. Blonde guinea pig, because they get all the male attetion. I also dislike the "pretties" because of that reason, but not so much because all the guys are immature so they can have them.) I'm going to cut this post off before I start ranting off on differences and brains and junk like that!

Three fifths compromise

I learned about something at school today, it is called the three fifths compromise. Basically they states didn't know how to count slaves with taxes, and count them in the population. So they counted 3/5 of the slave population of that state. Just a fun fact, it has nothing what so ever to do with my post. My mom is getting really mad at my school, and for some reason I love this! She drove me and my brother to school today (we normally take the bus, even though our bus driver is psycho. We want to carpool and save the Earth! I'm kidding, my parents don't want to waste gas, but it is basically the same thing.) Anyways this lady in front of her was going really slow so my mom screams, "Is she waiting for the second coming of Christ?!?!"It was more the way she said it than what she actually said. My friends found it funny so I thought I would give it a shot.

That brings up the next question why was my mom so mad at my school? Well she wants to get a form so I can be in an pre-IB program at another school. She called 5 times and asked for them to give me a form, so finally today she got one.

I'm not doing very well with my goals, on Monday I have to tell my reading teacher The Devil's Arthimetic thing. I have no clue what she is going to say and that is why I'm scared.

I'm reading the book Jane Eyre I'm on Chapter 2, but I like it so far. I'm going to try and read all of the classics before I get out of school. They are the only books that actually challenge me. I have to read slow and sometimes re-read. I like Dracula so far, I love the way Bram describes this guy's fear, it is so real.

Today is Monday, no, Thursday, no wait....

Yeah it has been one of those days. I can't wait for my Rosetta stone it better be here tomorrow or a few people will be getting nasty e-mails. I don't really have time now to go into all the juicy details of my day but I'll give you a few "main ideas". We got a new "acting" band director. He is AWESOME! He is a million bagillion times more fun than our previous director, and I hope he stays. Adonis talked to me today. I talked with a girl (I'll call her B1 blonde1). I also started listening to the audio recording of a Psychology class (pretty interesting). My friend toxic, has been absent for a week and now she is back at school, YAY! Detrimental, however was absent. Tomorrow if it seems like I fell off the face of the Earth it is definetly because of Rosetta Stone. I just wanted you guys to know I didn't forget about you!

Licensed to ride a bike

Seriously I think I need one. Look out world because in two and a half years I will be able to obtain a license (for a car). That is scary considering I have negative five motor skills (yes that is possible). I have enough trouble not running into things or falling over when I'm walking. Now add four wheels and a motor. I've been riding my bike around lately. I don't know why, I just feel like riding my bike. I like the fresh air and the exercise. This is a dialogue I had with a kid on my bus: L= The person M=Me

L= Hey (yeah he doesn't even say my name)
M= Looks over
L= I saw you riding your bike
M=Nods Head
L=Why do you ride your bike?
1 second goes by
L= for exercise? (great now he is calling me fat!)
M=Nods head
L= Why? You're skinny? (Nice save, so apparently I'm not fat)
M= You can be skinny and still be flubby (yes I said flubby)
L= Oh

As you can see this is a mostly one-sided conversation. I didn't even realize it until now. The person I was talking too, he is nice, I guess (I'm trying a new thing where I say nice things about people). He can sometimes be obnoxious, and cuss or made, dumb jokes. I guess most guys are like that, until they grow up. The reason I'm mentioning him is for two reasons (I'll call L Leaf Brain) So here are the two reasons why I mentioned Leaf Brain

1. He is Friends with Adonis!
2. He talks to me randomly out of nowhere

I want to discuss #2. I over-analyze everything people do, I'm constantly watching body language, and every finger tap means something to me. This could just be because I'm female, and I've heard that we tend to do that. I'm not going to discuss this topic any further, because I'll eventually end up making no sense. That is all for today! =D

Why must I be totured???

Well this whole week was a rotten pile of fish. Das Gift didn't talk to me at all and he has a girlfriend. I did get to touch his hand when I got off the bus for bus drills, but like that really matters. I'm OBBSESSED! I can't believe it. I searched his name on google, myspace, and I'm seriously thinking about finding out how to track him down so I can talk to him online. Maybe I could look him up in the phone book...... Well that hasn't worked. I'm getting so frustrated. At least I have dance tomorrow. I wish I could just have a civil converstation with das Gift. I'm sure he thinks I'm a freak. I don't talk to anyone (on the bus, the only time he sees me) and when I do I look unhappy or groucy without meaning to be. I also like take a billion seconds to answer when he does talk to me (a total of 5 times this year) I'm hoping the 8th grade dance might be a turning point (that is like 6 months away) Hopefully I can sneak a picture of him so I can stare at his beautiful face all day long. His name means something about aphrodite, but it is a guys name. I haven't been able to locate him in the phonebook. Maybe my friends can help me at the sleepover tomorrow night.