Five days left.
...and for the first time in my life, I managed to flunk a test; on calorimetry, to be exact. Hooray.><
A question to the masses: If April showers bring May flowers, then what do daily thunderstorms in May mean? Because it's raining again. I love it, don't get me wrong, I love everything about thunderstorms; I love the dark clouds that gather on the horizon, the first deafening crack of thunder, the patter of rain outside and the breeze blowing in through the wind
"MUHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Uh...Raia? What are you doing with that pineapple?"
">3"
"Hey Raia, could you distract these two so I can play my DS--"
"Noo, I'm too busy being a mad scientist. Where's the tape??"
"I rearranged. You have to keep up!"
"Nobody rearranges the laboratory without the mad scientist's permission!"
"..."
* * *
IS THIS A PLOT TWIST?! ONLY TIME WILL TELL. Or really, Raia-ology will tell.
Oh yeah, I figured out something to do.^.^
-Raia-
Nine days left.
Things to do in those nine days:
-Write essay/create powerpoint discussing my possible future career for Computer Apps
-Create a children's book in Spanish, with illustrations, for Spanish I
-Audition for Wind Ensemble
-Study for next week's Finals
-Figure out what science course to take next year
-Do homework as applicable
-Not embarrass myself playing softball in PE
-Not die
Let the havoc begin!
-Raia-
I couldn't find a very good picture of Eeyore.D=
Thanks for noticin'...
Aw, come on, support poor ole Raia, wontcha? WONTCHA?
...high school makes me all pessimistic like Eeyore. To cheer me up, CLICK THE LINK, in the name of Mata Nui! It's all a popularity contest! Is not fair...okay, so the Exosep is win, and the Nihu-Motara is all right, but come on! None of them are colormous! And the Exosep isn't even a weapon, it's a mechanical arm.>< So yeah, support the Thunder St
It will set you free.
...nothing to report, as far as hotbellsguy goes.;; All I have to say is less homework, moar life, pleez. Also, my chemistry teacher is officially insane. Today we had Mole Day (mole the measurement, not mole the animal)...technically it should be tomorrow, but that's block schedule, and half of the classes wouldn't get to do it. But Lord, my teacher's crazy. There were explosions of flame, helium tanks, geysers of pop, slime, and lots of sugary food. On top of tha
[[bEGIN TRANSMISSION. Our kitchen is slowly being taken over by a relentless army of ants. There's already been a casualty: my mom's sanity. Our weapons have been effective only in temporarily driving them back. Morale shaky; vinegar utilized against the enemy only succeeded in fouling air. Action recommended. END TRANSMISSION.]]
*Dons helmet*
-Raia-
I got that from a funny story I heard at Driver's Ed...apparently, the principal at one kid's school made this announcement over the intercom: "We are testing the intercom. If you can't hear this, tell us."
xD
Driver's Ed, by the way, is officially the most boring class in the world that this Raia has taken so far.
There was funnier one in the paper a while ago, but I forgot to clip it.=/ I love Zits because I'm going through all the stuff that Jeremy (main charrie, for those of you
Dude, lemme try that Jeremy!=D
This is how I maintain sanity: I pretend to do my homework while really browsing BZP and deviantART.
Oh yeah, and there's this kid at school. He's nice. And I like his hair. And he's tall. And helpful. And he plays the bells, like me. And he has a fun name.x3 Furthermore, he's calm, reasonably soft-spoken, patient, smart...
He's also a senior. I'm a sophomore.
Why can't I be a good-looking, outgoing, loveable person who isn't a mere 5 feet?;;
1) Shopping carts. 'Nuff said.8D
2) Something shiny/reflective, like a mirror or the face of my old mp3 player, Squirt, that you can use to make a little light zoom across the roof of your mom's minivan while waiting for her in the Walmart parking lot. It's...shiiiiiiiiiny
3) A rubber ball, preferably just the right size for your hand, tossed up...and down...and up...and down...and then suddenly you pretend to THROW IT AT YOUR SIBLING'S FACE HAHA, MADE YA BLINK
4) Graphing calculators
Well! Thank goodness it's unofficially the weekend nao. My throat feels rather better, but of course, instead of not being able to talk, I can no longer breathe do to a combination of runny nose/stuffed nose. Yaaaaaaaay!
My Spanish teacher gave us progress reports today. I have some good news in this case....I've raised my B to an A!...although barely.x3 But even so.
...I need an idea for an amusing, colorful entry. Thoughts?
-Raia-
Meh, well, we got a 2 rating on our ensemble Saturday, but that's okay because the band director, who was present for our performance, said we did a good job, and when he says that, it means something. I'm good with that. Mostly. I think we deserved a 1, but...oh well. One of the ensemble members got a 1 on his (separate) solo, and I was happy for him, mainly because I'm fond of him. Coincidentially, I believe I have a crush on him, he's adorable and I love him and his crazy happy-go-luckyn
...apparently, I'm leaving for New Mexico this Saturday.
On the one hand, I've never been to New Mexico, and it will be -awesome-
but on the other hand...I'll be gone for a week, and I'll miss you guys. GROUPHUGPLZ
-Raia-
Okay, look people.
It's not that Twilight is a bad book. It's not the best book in the world. It is a good book. I have read it, as well as New Moon, so don't any fangirls come swarm over me. I read it voraciously. It's the sort of thing that sucks you in like a helpless fish in a whirlpool, whether you want to or not.
But seriously. Draw the line, people, draw the line. To fangirls: CHILL OUT, why don't you? To haters/bashers: bash the behavior, not the book, please. Just cuz y
Last night, I had a revelation. But the internet was a meanie and wouldn't let me share it with you. Bad internet!
It's very simple really; the only real way to be happy. I introduce...the Spoonful of Sugar Philosophy!
A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go dooooooown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way
Life inevitably sucks sometimes. It sucks a lot, actually, after a certain point. But, if w
Seven days left.
And I sorta feel sorry for all of you who have replied to say you have 20-30 days left. Mostly tho, I'm busy feeling sorry for myself, because the closer I get to the end of school, the worse the days get. Sigh.
My Sansa Fuze, Mitzi, is on the fritz. The screen is completely white and I haven't dropped it, got it wet, or anything. Only had it for a few months too, baaaah. Currently Mom is on the phone with technical support trying to fix it...we've followed about two
...now excuse me while I twitch on the floor for a bit. I always forget how insane my family vacations are.xD
Not to worry tho, I had a blast despite being stuck in close proximity with my crazy clan for nine days straight. New Mexico is -awesome-. We stayed in Santa Fe and to Albuquerque, and we made some day-trips to some other towns. Santa Fe was by far the best; my mom and I explored Old Town and met a lot of wonderful people, saw some beautiful crafts, learned about the local cultu
...to be a best-selling fantasy novelist.
...to get a boyfriend.
...to figure out how to talk to that one senior who is beyond awesome not to mention cute.
...to get a life.xD
...to get rid of my acne.
...to do well on the upcoming PSAT.
...to not be socially inept.
...to stop now.
It's good to make a wish list sometimes. Other times, it just makes you realize that you're a hopeless dreamer.
No...not hopeless...hopeful.
<3
I think I'm having one of those sugar-induced mult
Oh. My. GAWSH. Holy MUKAU. Mata Nui!
Best ending EVER.
Read it. Now. If you haven't already...and if you've read the rest of Wildfire...It's better than the ending of HP7 by about ten miles. I am SO behind the times.>>
Geez, SPIRIT, why are you so awesome?!
-Raia-
