Listening - Sway by Coal Chamber...but it's over...and now it's Dig by Mudvayne. I <3 these customizable online radio things. I hope the cute little "<3" can express it.
I decided that today I would only eat one bowl of ice cream, but I subconsciously tricked myself by putting enough ice cream to fill two bowls...into one bowl.
Today was fun. Lots of shit happened. I wrote most of it down on my arm because my memory sucks. It hasn't always sucked, though, just lately because my brain cells are slowly commiting suicide. They'll eventually all die off and I'll be a brainless, retarded shell of a human. Not that I don't love retarded kids; I just don't feel like being one right now. I should probably stop sniffing permanent markers...and paint ^______^ I love the smell of paint.
I stole Lareale's hoodie and wore it all day. Mwahaha. I was asking everyone who I reminded them of, and if they knew her and her jacket they said "Lareale," but Ryan, even though he was RIGHT THERE when I put it on and even though Lareale is one of his best friends, when I asked him who I reminded him of, he said Cameron Diaz. Thanks, man. o_0
In biology, Nazle (NAHZ-lee, in case you were wondering how to pronounce that) was telling me, Jill, and Allie that now that we're all fifteen, we have to go and get our permits together. I said we could have a "permit party." Nazle's like "Yeah! Then we can go driving!...one by one...with our moms." I love Nazle. She and Jill are they only thing that makes biology bearable. I just want to shoot that damn Dr. Moosapanah in the face. He's so ignorant, and I don't think it's because he's foreign, either. So yeah, he can barely speak English, but the man is has no fucking clue how to teach! His stupidity is amusing at times though. For example, he's bald on the top but not on the sides, and one day he said, "I am not bald! I just have one big highlight!" Fucking retard. Not that we don't love retarded kids. Just not him.
Get ready for this...you might want to sit down..I discovered a brown Catholic person! Most brown people are Muslim or Hindu or something, but not this one! I think his name is Julius, but I don't care because I just call him the "brown Catholic." So the inside joke for the day is Brown Catholicism! (Convert! Convert!) Mwahaha.
Oh, and my history teacher wants to crucify me. I think it had something to do with the lesson on ancient Rome, but he was giving examples of "strategic crucifiction," and he said he'd crucify Steve first because he's the silent deadly type, and then he said he'd crucify me. Everyone around me was like, "she's not silent!" I asked him, "Why do you want to crucify me, Mills?" (His name is Mr. Mills but we call him either Mills or Millsy). He told me I was taking it too personally. But why did he want to crucify me?! Wouldn't you want to know why if someone told you they wanted you crucified? So he finally told the class it was because I was the most rebellious, outspoken, and most likely to "rebel against the empire." (Rebel! Rebel!) Mills is the best, but he's a strange cookie at times. On my desk in his class, someone drew what looks like a very burly man with overalls and a hat, but it's labeled "Smokey the Bear," and he has a little speech bubble that says "I hate fire." Ha. Someone wrote next to it, "ur a fuckin retard," and for some reason that cracks me up. *Kisses her desk* I lurve my desk.