Day Eight; Back to School & More Hair Stuff.

Today was Monday, and this meant returning to school for our first full week after three days being canceled last week. The return wasn't actually that bad. First period, I took a bunch of notes, but thanks to the ever-lovely Raelynn, I had a giant Kit-Kat bar to go along with the Pop-Tart I had brought. She also shared her red and orange bag of Sour Patch Kids with me, along with her Mountain Dew. I personally think that Raelynn should be inducted as a saint, along with Mr. Harry Potter. Paha.

I have quickly found out that second period with Mr. Slayton is one big joke. He talks to us like we're two. I mean, come on. I have been graphing equations since eighth grade. We know that y= mx + b. Seriously? Yeah, that will be a sleeping period.

Third period with Mr. Bill has been a nice surprise this semester. By the end of last semester, I had begun to hate his unstructured, open-ended assignments. He is actually following a schedule this semester, and he is teaching much more thoroughly. This, I hear, is because he received a lot of student complaints. Poor old guy. He really is quite sweet, but he tends to preach, something that is bound to annoy me eventually. Bleh. Butttt. He's doing better, on the bright side.

Fourth period was Choir. We listened to the CD of the musical we are going to do. It's called Seussical Musical. I DO hope that Sarah Lou will find it in her heart to come help us out sometime since she is going to be at home. I would be absolutely thrilled. Anyway, the musical is just the cutest thing I have ever heard of. It's one big story composed of a bunch of different characters and stories from Seuss books. Jolly.

Fifth was JAG. It's such a joke that I don't know why I'm mentioning it. We watched The Apprentice after our joke-of-a-test, though. That's always fun. This really slutty looking girl got voted off. Thank goodness.

Lunch is always a great event for me. My group of friends, composed of six wonderful people (including myself), never fails to crack me up. We have the weirdest, most awkward conversations, but they aren't awkward for us. Today, I explained to the table the true meaning of a "douche bag." Yuuuuck. I, myself, was only clued in last night by none other than...my mother.

Work was really boring. I typed up a bunch of stuff, edited a bunch of pictures, then doodled for the rest of the four and a half hours I have to stay there. Eh, it's easy money, but it's not enough. I'm about to have to get a second job. Any ideas?

Great news! Brandon's mom texted me while I was at work and invited me to come over this weekend. Even better, she gave Brandon permission to go see NeverShoutNever! so I bought our tickets online; the date is set. This is going to be the best anniversary thing ever...five months on Wednesday. Call me a total dweeb for smiling at that. I don't care.

I had a productive day. I did all my English reading from our textbooks, and I decided to go ahead and try to put the red in my hair that I wanted to do the other night when I had the hair catastrophe. No disaster this time, but the red hardly showed up. Still, I looked really funny with all that foil on my head (I couldn't find the hook for the cap). I think the red shows up a wee bit in the light, but that could just be wishful thinking.

Anyway, I'm going to go comment on a few noteworthy blogs, read Harry Potter, and head to bed. Goodnight all. Today's been...well, okay for a Monday.

PS: I changed the layout to something more mellow. And my little banner thing has nothing on Sarah's. Go check out her AMAZING skills. I think I would pay her to fix mine up the way she fixed hers.