Friday the 13th didn't turn out to be as bad as weather-forecasted.

The mornings were evil as usual. Someone forgot to tell Mr. Jackson that we were out of plastic cups, so we didn't sell anything today. Ergh. And I woke up early that day too.

Someone when crazy with the spray-paint around the back parking lot. "Pig" was sprayed on all of the cop cars, references to George Orwell were all over some of the buildings, and someone decided to write "anarchy for piece" in really illegible script. Heh, amateur vandalists. Hopefully this has nothing to do with the War-for-Peace protest this January.

I lugged nearly 50lbs of stuff in a carboard box around the dark and quiet, early-morning campus until Bernau-sensei came. Then I just dumped my stuff there and let be.

Helped collect teddy bears for the NHS stuffed-animal drive. The amount of participation was very different: teachers either had no bears to give, or 70+ which required two trips to get all of them. Yeesh. Jackson's backroom is now one gigantic teddy-bear mountain/orgy.

Wasn't too bad, until I realized that I missed half of my AP class to do it. Shite. And I forgot that I had to work with my group on the gameboard assignment. Double shite.

Japanese was the same old song and origami... literally. We sang Christmas songs in Japanese and did origami after taking a short quiz on some grammar stuff. Oh, and I turned in my Kogepan manga (which illicited a "kawaii!" from sensei).

Physics was more or less easy. Just had a lab dealing with acceleration and such, but since I had to catch the 2kg "car," my crotch was in potential danger. No accidents occured.

Lunch was nice; I didn't have to work today so I just hung out around the table.

Art was more or less painless. I was busily working on my perspective piece thumbnail with massive newsprint and dried out five markers in the process. Still need to get it approved by Michaels though.

Holiday Market. Oh holy hell, the first hour and a half was stressful. APC was doing just fine by 4:00pm, but Pride's booth needed a miracle or two. We needed to get our hotdogs cooking, but the damned water hadn't started to boil, so we only started selling hotdogs by about 4:30. And hardly anyone bought our shirts!

Got a ride home with Jon (paid him $10), Adrienne, Niko, and Mica. First thing that comes on Jon's cd player is... ASH! At which point I squealed and glomped him from behind. Adrienne told me not to do it while he was driving, so I stopped and did it again once we hit the next stop sign.

The winter concert at church was... okay. Relatively painless (except for the little, screeching kids) and all the teens left before the Christmas pageant portion began.

So everything more or less evened out by the end.