I have added a new victom on my imaginary kill list. Mrs. Kidd! UGH! I didn't think it was possible to know a more annoying person than Miquel, but I was way off. She is soooo mean, annoying and any other word you can think of to describe someone like that. Some people say she's cool, but they're just retarded. She's my Spanish teacher. She goes over something once, expecting you to know it by next class, but if you don't she turns from just plain mean to...SUPER SPAZ SPANISH TEACHER! (she also teaches French) She goes bazzurk! Once a couple teachers came in to see what all the hubbub was about, but of course, none of the teachers believe that one of their co-workers is a complete and utter nut-job. But, whatever. I guess I have to live with it. Or I could become...RedRobin! The imaginary teacher/student assassin!
Other than that...I totaly embarrased myself a couple days ago. I got this pin that I sometimes wair on 9-11. I put it on my shirt and took it to school. :) LOL it wasn't even close to 9-11. See what happened is...(Flash-back time!) In the UK they right their dates backward. Like this Day/Month/Year, but in the US they do Month/Day/Year. And it said 9/11/08, I thought it was kinda odd to have so late in the year, but I thought "Whatever, I'll just wair my pin today and see if it is." Well it wasn't. Stupid me, Huh? I got out to the store and everyone thought I was acting retarded, but just let me keep on wairing it. I could tell from the weird looks people keep giving it, even though it was supposed to honor who died. It wasn't until during check-out did someone actually tell me I was messed up in the head for wairing that pin on the wrong day. So that's my embarrasing act of the week. (Un-Flash-back Time!) Good thing it wasn't a school day.
At school though I anually embarrase myself. (and yes, I know I spell the easiest words wrong, deal with it!) Like when we were supposed to be whistling. If you don't know this, well, I don't know how to whistle, not even the slightest tweetle of noise. Guess I never learned how...Oh, well. And it was my turn, but all I could do was blow. Then everyone started laughing, my face was so hot I could just tell I was blushing till the days end. And then there is poor Atila. I sucked him up into my web of embarressing things. Almost everyday when I open my top locker he has to duck away or have a bump on his head from the swinging door or falling books. And lemmy' tell ya somethin', those aint' no lite-weight books ya got, they're the real-deal, true-blue-wammy-pammy, 20 pound stuff fallen out o' there. So if he's reading this "Woopsie".
But guess who else can get to make my cheeks go rosey. THE ORTHODONTIST!!! Not because of the braces, I'm over that shabang. I mean what she's done to my poor dumplings of teeth! She wants to take off my braces and START OVER! She only got them halfway off though. I still have alot brackets, but she left me stranded without the wire. So all I have is a couple brackets and not a single shiny, silver strand of wire. Of course I have some Admirers. A couple people think I'm a rock-star for not having to tangle with my wire for the next 4 WEEKS. Yes, 4 weeks. Cool, huh?
Sophie is taking up all the pillow space and it's kinda annoying...LOL! She's dreamin'! Everyso often her feet start twitching madly. HA-HA! Dad is on his new, super-dooper!...COMPUTER! It just came in from back-order. It took long enough. But it didn't seem that outragiously HUGE in the store. It looks abnormal. It's a 19 inch laptop. (he says) but the one I use for school is half it's size and it's a 15 inch. He's lying through his teeth! I have the hiccups now. Sorry, that was a bit random. I got a picture of his computer off the internet, it's an ACER. I'll put the picture up at the top.
Today is only a half day at school because they have some sort of weird teacher thing going on. Hope they're not doing anything creepy. Some of them are sort of creep-ish. Like Mr. Montergomery. He dances. Kinda funny, but a bit disdurbing. Maybe they're having karaoke, or maybe a dance off. But whatever they're doing, I only have Spanish homework. Of course Mrs.Kidd is the one giving us homework. Surprised she is a Mrs. and not a Ms. but someones gotta love her. Just not me. Maybe if she lets off a bit on the homework load...
I gotta go, time for supper.
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