2.6.2002
 
Well, today was wrought with disappointments.

In japanese, same old schtick (Rica-san, you're not missing much) except that I forgot my poem for Language Fair so I couldn't get Toru or sensei to translate. And the spanish class nextdoor being noisy didn't help everybody's irritable moods.

Photo... I just helped Lauren develop two rolls of film. The photo-flo was empty so the negatives, when dry, had water spots all over them. UGH. At least the shots I took (including the one of gay boy Christian's hands down her pants) came out looking great.

Algebra... had to take another practice proficiency test. I expect a 100% this time 'round since, compared to the SAT's and ACT's, the test was a cakewalk. Denise was making fetus sculptures out of wire because she was so bored.

Lunch was actually quite interesting. I was set to get a valentine gram delivered to Zack, but Mr. Jackson said that I had to know his 7th period teacher. Luckily DJ enlisted to get that info for me. Mid-lunchtime, Mica and Nick were off to the library to watch videos, so I sat with DJ and chatted a bit. Just when I was about to go buy the card, Zack relocates to the table adjacent to the one selling the damned things. Talked with DJ a bit more to stall. We relocated to Claire's table and proceeded to discuss Mikey's ass, eyeshadow, cabaret, and ATeens/ ATC/ Kylie Minogue songs. Eric joined in for the singing medley. Finally I look over and Zack's away from the table so I decide that I had enough time to go over and buy the gram... until the bell rings several seconds after I've stood up. Shit. Looks like I shall have to get it during tomorrow's lunch.

Art was filled with more oil paint frustrations. And I didn't have a cd player because I ran out of the house too quickly so no music of my own taste to listen to. Shit.

Quick buffet lunch, went to the Lied Center for sis' youth orchestra (but instead I perused the gallery), Michael's for fake blue flowers and pipe cleaner for my Sadies bracelet, and then church for choir practice. Managed to get my voice to ring out, but didn't have enough time for Sarah to tell me whatever she had to say.

And I think that Matt's a bit calculating when it comes to crushes; he always has a spare one if one doesn't work out. Yeesh.

Now I need to read 100+ pages for homework. Yargh. Not to mention the several page questionaire, the world history worksheets, and my face exercise for art.

::prepares three cups of coffee::

It's gonna be a long night.

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