Today was a nice day. First period I had Study Hall...talked with Danielle and Leah for the beginning, then crossed the room and sat with lovely Miss Hell for the rest of the period. "You have cream cheese on your lip..." We're really bad at making change. "Hi girls...I'm going to punch you in the brain." And someday, when I'm alllll by myself in the c to the afeteria, I will break that lunchtable, Hell. Just you wish. I meant to type watch, by the way. Just you watch. Second period...English. Again, Mrs. Berry is ingenuinely nice, which I suppose is nice of her as it requires serious effort to be so fake all the time, but she is still a complete idiot and has no idea what she's talking about. The homework and quizzes every day are a joke, as is she. I know that sounds awfully harsh, and I admit that it is, but it's also true, and so my cruel opinion of the womanbeast stands. Third period I began a quiz in Algebra 2, and Heather's Wheat Thins tasted like banana bread and made me very happy, and I admitted that I cried when I watched Extreme Makeover: Home Edition last night. Let's be honest...if you are human, and you watched that and did not cry, you must be dead. A widowed father of eight, crying and holding all of his crying children, EVEN THE BOYS, as they toured their new house and saw the painting of their deceased mother...Yeah. If you witnessed that and didn't cry, go back to your grave, freak-o. That's right, I said freak-o. Freak-o. Last period...U.S. History, had a presentation, I was basically the only one who talked but Tabby and Mel did try. I just answered the best I could to what they didn't know. I don't know how well we did, but I don't think we fared too horribly. I have to make up a quiz for Mrs. King tomorrow...I also have a quiz in Chemistry, and in Français Quatre. Yeah. Très bien. Afterschool...Kimble and I found each other in the halls, both rather unoccupied and stranded at the school for a bit, searching for something to do. We talked to Hell and Jarrod for a while, then added flare to the French bulletin board (Kimble drew herself skiing down a mountain, while I was peculiarly off drawing Santa in the corner). B. Mayo's picture was funny. Hurrah. After roaming hallways and sitting on the ramp rail by the Main Office for a bit, greeting all those we knew the names of (Wes Price multiple times) and learning what Nicole Somebody's name was, we decided to go to Rite Aid. I hooked myself up with a Doubleshot, and those waxy sugary pumpkin candies for Kimble and anyone else who wanted them. Jarrod and I later tried him throwing and me catching them in my mouth, but it went rather horribly and my lip actually swelled from the one that Hell threw. There were numerous pumpkin masses squished tightly to the floor tiles by the time I left, I'll tell you that. I still want to know why those two X's were on the wall. Kimble and Hell and I migrated to the lobby with a soccer ball and attempted to juggle that and pass for a bit. I tried to do a rainbow, and hit the ceiling light. Luckily, nothing broke. But I was pissed for like .02 seconds, because if the ceiling had been higher, it would've been a perfect ehffing rainbow. Dagh. Mom talked to Ms. Snow for a longggggg time. Came home, watched Home On the Range, took a hearty nap, then did some other random stuff and eventually settled down watching Antiques Roadshow and getting bothered constantly by mother dearest. There's some commercial on the radio for easternmainehealthwanted.com, and the nurse lady sounds like she's having an orgasm and I don't like it one bit. I gave Meaghan Patrick a candy pumpkin, and she thanked me in German. And I didn't know how to say "You're welcome" back in German. So I applied my amazing German skills, and shouted "NEIN! DU HAST!" Then explained that I didn't know what "you're welcome" was. So she told me. It sounds like "better". And "bitter." Except with a ChineseslashMaine accent, so it's like "Bidd-ah" kind of. Ish. Kimble cried over some part in a Pokemon movie...? "PIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"