-does a victory dance- no more braces! no more brackets! WHEE~!
i FINALLY had those eight brackets taken off my lower front teeth today! squee! but to keep my teeth in place, they cemented a little chain-looking wire thing to the backs of those eight teeth. it feels so weird! my tongue won't leave it alone! it's this little smooth bulge behind the teeth, i keep thinking i have something stuck to them until i remember it won't come off. maybe my tongue's distraction with the permanent retainer is what's keeping it from spazzing too much about the lack of brackets. either way, i'm gonna be messing with it for a few days until my mouf gets a grip.
i got out about fifteen minuted into 2nd period, which was good. 2nd is art, and Cronin wasn't here today, so were watching a movie. the same movie most of us have seen at least once, probably two or three times for some of the art III/IV folks. the whole kit 'n' caboodle took around forty-five minutes, so i got out of there around 11:15, 11:20.
now, my 3rd period is on C-hall, which means i have first lunch. first lunch starts as soon as you get out of 2nd and goes for about half an hour -- it's scheduled to end around 11:50. so i realized i could get food! mostly real fast-food and not the questionable school food! gasp! so we stopped by Mickey D's and i got fries and a soda. om nom nom.
the only problem was, right when we pulled up and i opened the car door, i heard the bell for 2nd lunch. BAH. still, i wasn't about to toss out my fries and Coke; even though i don't particularly remember Mrs. Chaney objecting too strenuously to a few of the people nibbling in class, i still think it's pretty rude to be chomping away while the teacher's trying to teach. i was already gonna be a bit late anyway, waiting for the ijjit in front of me at the control room to shut up, so while i stood around to check back in, i figured, "ah, screw it." so once i was officially back in school, i took my noms into the cafeteria. one of my chums Amanda has 2nd lunch, i found out just today, so i sat with her for ten or so minutes while i munched on my fries.
the awesome thing about my 3rd period: it's a Huskins class. the teacher, therefore, often has a more lenient policy about attendence and such than a normal high school teacher. Mrs. Chaney told us the first day or two of the semester that she quote: "didn't care why we're late or absent," unquote. because of that, i wasn't unduly bothered coming into class fifteen minutes late. i'd remembered that we had a quiz today first thing, but i also knew that her quizzes were fairly easy and it wouldn't take me any time at all to finish. i was right -- even though i showed up late, i wasn't even the last person to turn a quiz in. (the teacher usually gives us a few minutes for last-minute studying before giving us quizzes) so it was all good.
that's pretty much all my news for now. this cough is slowly but surely fading, which is good. i got Miranda to take my shift last week so i didn't have to tromp around at the barn with this chest cold thing, and this week we're trading shifts since i'm feeling better and she has a sports-related thing that takes up Saturday afternoons. so yeah, i think that's it. peace.
2.18.2009
2.11.2009
-coffhack-
bad week so far.
Friday night was awesome. i'm not much of a partier, but every now and then i just need to screw around until three in the morning playing mindless video games and visiting IHOP at the wee hours of the morning. we need to get Kelsie back, peeps. she was cool. DOCTOR OCTOGONOPUS BWAAH!!
i wasn't sure how to set the alarm clock on the blackjack, so it didn't go off Sunday morning when i needed to get up for work. i woke up at 7:10; that was a major OH SHIT moment. i dunno if Dad was awake, but if he was he'd have heard my profane growl to the tune of "oh fuckitall!"
so i rushed to work, getting a call from Alethea halfway there at around 7:30 so i could reassure her that i remembered i was working, i just failed at setting my alarm, please forgive me. she forgave me -- it wasn't like the horses would starve to death if i was forty-five minutes late. so i scrambled into work, glad it was unseasonably warm (for once) since for some as-yet inexplicable reason my throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper.
it turned out that the barn's resident dumbass horse Chello was a bit lame on his left front hoof, so on the orders of his mom Carol he was stall-bound. Carol's other horse Dandy was inside as well to keep Chello company, since the big ijjit flips out if he's alone in the barn. i fed those two first (meaning i ended up feeding the other three gelding in 2 at the same time since i didn't want to run the risk of Chello choking on his food AGAIN if Misha was missing from the stall next to him) and proceeded through the day in a slightly braindead blur. good thing the chores i've got in my job require little thinking. at the end i got the lovely job of mucking out Chello's and Dandy's stalls, which were both FULL of crap and piss thanks to their overnight stay. miraculously, when i wrote down my hours and worked it out, i somehow spent about the same time on it that day that i do on a normal morning shift in full possession of my wits and no full stalls to muck.
the rest of Sunday i did my level best to imitate a vegetable. i had another of my after-work epic naps, and by the time i sluggishly gathered up my stuff and made it home from the apartment at around seven-ish, i had lost the will to move and the joints in my legs seemed to hate me. i thought the flu -- LOVELY.
since Monday this whatever i've got has developed into an annoying dry cough. i think it's just an upper respiratory infection, since the weird aches i had Sunday didn't last the night. Monday and Tuesday nights the meds i took to stifle the coughing made my sleep just as sporadic. instead of draining down my throat to make me cough, the meds diverted the mucous into my nose. i dripped all night, waking up several times in time for epic sneezes that have probably crusted the edge of my bed with slick mess. i'm kinda glad it was too dark for me to see it. as i told Ma on the way to school today: i probably left slug trails all over my bed.
both Niquil and a combination of this Tylenol Cold PM stuff and melatonin did the same thing. usually melatonin knocks me out all night, but it didn't seem to be a match for my nasal explosions. both last night and the night before i woke up at around midnight and again at about four am; last night, i didn't get back to sleep, so around 5:30 i gave in and got up to take my shower. predictably, once i had gotten back out and dressed and snuggled back under the covers, i dozed off for another hour and a half or so.
so yeah. i'll probably irritate the everliving crap out of my classmates all day today with my constant hacking, like i have for the past few days. i think i gave Heather my ick, she's been sounding a bit hoarse since yesterday. where i got it, we're not sure. i have a sneaking suspicion it came from something Friday night.
Friday night was awesome. i'm not much of a partier, but every now and then i just need to screw around until three in the morning playing mindless video games and visiting IHOP at the wee hours of the morning. we need to get Kelsie back, peeps. she was cool. DOCTOR OCTOGONOPUS BWAAH!!
i wasn't sure how to set the alarm clock on the blackjack, so it didn't go off Sunday morning when i needed to get up for work. i woke up at 7:10; that was a major OH SHIT moment. i dunno if Dad was awake, but if he was he'd have heard my profane growl to the tune of "oh fuckitall!"
so i rushed to work, getting a call from Alethea halfway there at around 7:30 so i could reassure her that i remembered i was working, i just failed at setting my alarm, please forgive me. she forgave me -- it wasn't like the horses would starve to death if i was forty-five minutes late. so i scrambled into work, glad it was unseasonably warm (for once) since for some as-yet inexplicable reason my throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper.
it turned out that the barn's resident dumbass horse Chello was a bit lame on his left front hoof, so on the orders of his mom Carol he was stall-bound. Carol's other horse Dandy was inside as well to keep Chello company, since the big ijjit flips out if he's alone in the barn. i fed those two first (meaning i ended up feeding the other three gelding in 2 at the same time since i didn't want to run the risk of Chello choking on his food AGAIN if Misha was missing from the stall next to him) and proceeded through the day in a slightly braindead blur. good thing the chores i've got in my job require little thinking. at the end i got the lovely job of mucking out Chello's and Dandy's stalls, which were both FULL of crap and piss thanks to their overnight stay. miraculously, when i wrote down my hours and worked it out, i somehow spent about the same time on it that day that i do on a normal morning shift in full possession of my wits and no full stalls to muck.
the rest of Sunday i did my level best to imitate a vegetable. i had another of my after-work epic naps, and by the time i sluggishly gathered up my stuff and made it home from the apartment at around seven-ish, i had lost the will to move and the joints in my legs seemed to hate me. i thought the flu -- LOVELY.
since Monday this whatever i've got has developed into an annoying dry cough. i think it's just an upper respiratory infection, since the weird aches i had Sunday didn't last the night. Monday and Tuesday nights the meds i took to stifle the coughing made my sleep just as sporadic. instead of draining down my throat to make me cough, the meds diverted the mucous into my nose. i dripped all night, waking up several times in time for epic sneezes that have probably crusted the edge of my bed with slick mess. i'm kinda glad it was too dark for me to see it. as i told Ma on the way to school today: i probably left slug trails all over my bed.
both Niquil and a combination of this Tylenol Cold PM stuff and melatonin did the same thing. usually melatonin knocks me out all night, but it didn't seem to be a match for my nasal explosions. both last night and the night before i woke up at around midnight and again at about four am; last night, i didn't get back to sleep, so around 5:30 i gave in and got up to take my shower. predictably, once i had gotten back out and dressed and snuggled back under the covers, i dozed off for another hour and a half or so.
so yeah. i'll probably irritate the everliving crap out of my classmates all day today with my constant hacking, like i have for the past few days. i think i gave Heather my ick, she's been sounding a bit hoarse since yesterday. where i got it, we're not sure. i have a sneaking suspicion it came from something Friday night.
2.03.2009
meh
i'm posting mainly 'cuz i know if i don't now chances are i won't for the rest of the month. but really there's not much to write about, besides new semester crap.
my new schedule:
20th Century History with Noblitt
Art II
Huskins Psychology
Japanese III
20th Century promises to be interesting. a lot of reading and writing, Noblitt said. i'm good at writing. =3 and the mere fact that Noblitt's teaching will make this an entertaining class, at least some of the time.
Art was a space-filler, i never expected too much. this first part we're doing is drawing, which is both good and bad. good because i likw drawing, bad because i tend to be a perfectionist and thus take too long, and also bad because some things i can't draw to save my life. next will be sculpting, and i couldn't say whether i'm excited or hesitant about that.
Psych so far is a bit boring, since it's a lot of lecturing and we haven't gotten into the overly interesting stuff yet. we will and that's gonna wrawk, 'cuz some of the stuff in just this first six weeks of general psych is fascinating to a geek like me.
Japanese... ooh boy. Japanese III student = Japanese II sensei. Hayashi-sensei has three levels of Jap'nese in one classroom. she focuses most of her energy on the Jap'nese I who have no clue what they're doing, and give the II and III worksheets to keep them occupied. since she has three III students and four II students, the III students are charged with helping the II kids.
i will say one thing: without Chris Brown and the idiot brigade in there, it's not nearly as bad. Eric and Strepo, two of the guys who always kicked up a racket last semester, are actually not as bad without the influence of Chris and his posse.
still, when Kepaato-san is in a misanthropic mood, she makes a bad sensei. even though she remembers a lot of the stuff that Dan-san forgot from his Jap'nese II last year and even the stuff Rongu-san forgot from last semester. granted some of the stuff escapes me, but Patrick still fails at remembering days of the month. -shakes head-
by the way. Kepaato-san = me. translating english into katakana and back into romaji makes for a garbled end result. ((romaji = english characters))
IN OTHER NEWS. i am now addicted to Breaking Benjamin. thanks for showing me their music, Garrett. =3 'tis awesome.
oh yeah, i just remembered something else. my old Nokia piece of junk phone has been acting the spazz lately. i think the battery is going dead. either way, i hate the damn thing. and after Ma's old Blackjack took a swim, she had to get a new one, right? but the old one, after it dried out, still works perfectly. so it was a simple matter of prying the back off my old phone, retrieving the SIM, and slipping the SIM into the old Blackjack. Ta-da, i has a snazzy new phone!
i like this thing much better than my old one, and even figured out how to customise the profiles and home screen and whatnot. yay for me! but i'm an indentured servant for a few weeks to pay for the use of her old phone. i'm not complaining 'cuz i know it's fair, even though i hate dusting and vacuuming with a passion.
anyhow, that's it, i think. peace owt.
my new schedule:
20th Century History with Noblitt
Art II
Huskins Psychology
Japanese III
20th Century promises to be interesting. a lot of reading and writing, Noblitt said. i'm good at writing. =3 and the mere fact that Noblitt's teaching will make this an entertaining class, at least some of the time.
Art was a space-filler, i never expected too much. this first part we're doing is drawing, which is both good and bad. good because i likw drawing, bad because i tend to be a perfectionist and thus take too long, and also bad because some things i can't draw to save my life. next will be sculpting, and i couldn't say whether i'm excited or hesitant about that.
Psych so far is a bit boring, since it's a lot of lecturing and we haven't gotten into the overly interesting stuff yet. we will and that's gonna wrawk, 'cuz some of the stuff in just this first six weeks of general psych is fascinating to a geek like me.
Japanese... ooh boy. Japanese III student = Japanese II sensei. Hayashi-sensei has three levels of Jap'nese in one classroom. she focuses most of her energy on the Jap'nese I who have no clue what they're doing, and give the II and III worksheets to keep them occupied. since she has three III students and four II students, the III students are charged with helping the II kids.
i will say one thing: without Chris Brown and the idiot brigade in there, it's not nearly as bad. Eric and Strepo, two of the guys who always kicked up a racket last semester, are actually not as bad without the influence of Chris and his posse.
still, when Kepaato-san is in a misanthropic mood, she makes a bad sensei. even though she remembers a lot of the stuff that Dan-san forgot from his Jap'nese II last year and even the stuff Rongu-san forgot from last semester. granted some of the stuff escapes me, but Patrick still fails at remembering days of the month. -shakes head-
by the way. Kepaato-san = me. translating english into katakana and back into romaji makes for a garbled end result. ((romaji = english characters))
IN OTHER NEWS. i am now addicted to Breaking Benjamin. thanks for showing me their music, Garrett. =3 'tis awesome.
oh yeah, i just remembered something else. my old Nokia piece of junk phone has been acting the spazz lately. i think the battery is going dead. either way, i hate the damn thing. and after Ma's old Blackjack took a swim, she had to get a new one, right? but the old one, after it dried out, still works perfectly. so it was a simple matter of prying the back off my old phone, retrieving the SIM, and slipping the SIM into the old Blackjack. Ta-da, i has a snazzy new phone!
i like this thing much better than my old one, and even figured out how to customise the profiles and home screen and whatnot. yay for me! but i'm an indentured servant for a few weeks to pay for the use of her old phone. i'm not complaining 'cuz i know it's fair, even though i hate dusting and vacuuming with a passion.
anyhow, that's it, i think. peace owt.
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