September 15th, 2004

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The spinning upside down girl told me...

"Every REM album of the past ten years has been, 'Hi, I'm Michael Stipe, I am going to sing you a sea chanty about how sad and bald I am'." -www.toothpastefordinner.com

Hehehe. I love that. Anyway.

First day back since Friday...

*Voted for homecoming people in Sociology...is there a point? Let's sum it up in a few words: the popular people win, everyone else loses. Don't get me wrong, I'd rather die than be on the court. I hate getting up in front of people (have I mentioned I'm majoring in theater?). I'd like to see some people I actually like win though. *rolls eyes* Whatever.

*Spanish class was...ugh. Senora DiDonato gave me a really nasty grade on my essay. One of the reasons? It's too long. I wanted to laugh. Of course it's too long! Look who wrote it! I mean, really. Lydia, the girl in front of me, got the same grade, so I felt better that it wasn't just me. She wouldn't let me take the quiz, either. I could have done it, but noo.

*W. Euro Lit wasn't bad. Missed a vocab quiz, missed the lit quiz today on mythology.

*Economics...Mr. Davis is really losing points on the Ashley scoreboard, not that he cares. It seems to me that he thinks just because he's an American citizen, that he's better than those who are not. He decided to say that all those who are not citizens after 5 years of being here should, and I quote, "go back to the squalor they came from." Excuse me? My mom isn't a citizen. She's a permanent resident and because of one mishap after another, she has not been able to obtain citizenship. Meanwhile, she's an incredibly successful woman (who makes more money than YOU DO, Mr. Davis!), pays taxes like everyone else, etc. You want to send her back to a communist country? Screw you! I just don't understand how he gets off saying shit like this when he doesn't know the background of any of the kids in his class. I keep trying to hold off on saying something, because when I do it tends to be not-so-nice. Seriously, though, he keeps insulting my mom and her culture indirectly. It's not appreciated. I love how he thinks he knows everything about everything. I really do. Dude, you have no freaking clue what you're talking about when it comes to immigrants. It's nice that your grandparents came from Italy, but that was a long time ago when everyone was going to Ellis Island. Times have changed, but you have no clue what you're talking about.

*I decided what to do for my comp 3 paper. I'm going to do a study of a few different religions. I think it'll be helpful, as I'm searching for one.

*Lunch...lol Meliss. That was fun. :) Jon, I was talking about you and how we had that conversation till 6 am that one time. I have to tell you about that...it was funny.

*Math bites, but what can you do? I seriously have the worst class ever. I always feel like the kids in it hate me. They make fun of me, so...

*Journalism- turns out Austin and I are not going to homecoming, go us. Mrs. Loewe is all shocked by it *rolls eyes*. I've been for three years, okay? It's depressing, and I've had enough. She kept giving us dirty looks whenever she mentioned homecoming activities. I really should have put the icing on the cake and told her that I've never been to a homecoming game, and never will. Ah, we'll save that for another time.

g2g do research and homework...
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