So yesterday was pretty cool. I think friday was mostly ok, I don't actually remember for some reason. Aha, it's coming back to me now. I know I was nauseous basically all day because I had to present in English, and I was very well aware that I hadnt prepared ANYTHING for this presentation. Worse off, it's a group project and I felt a bit guilty since i was letting Connie down. Eventually I gave up on cramming, wrote about 4 notecards for three speech topics (when i say 'wrote' I mean put 5 bullets with MAYBE three words next to each one) and decided to stand up and wing it, relying off my rather substantial general cultural knowledge and astronomical bullshitting capabilities; at least my eyecontact score would be good since there was nothing to look at on the cards right? At tim es like this I thank my father for all the seemingly useless things he's told me, because I actually remember them. I also thank myself for staying up all night writing that DAMNED paper for this project, because its permanently embedded in my cortex. Apparently I actually did well, even sounded like I knew what the hell I was talking about. I didn't even miss time, I had actually wanted to say to say more, but my timer was already at 5:28. So cool, I didn't screw up, and my food was really good, I had some for breakfast yesterday. Woot. So yeah that was friday.
Saturday I went to Janes to work on the spanish thing with her, steve, and asef. I regrettably missed yoga but oh well, I'll just have to do it by myself. Kira's in our group too, but she decided to swan off to Japan, thankfully she'd already taped her part. We did it while Jane's parents were out so she wouldn't get in trouble. We checked the window for their car a thousand times, but surprisingly everything went off without a hitch, yay! I was supposed to go shopping for Lauren's b-day present afterwards, but I fell asleep and got screwed over. When I woke up, my mom was like "We're here." "Cooly" I think. Then I look around and realize we're at Costco. "FUCK." See this is what I hate about cars, I ALWAYS fall asleep if I'm in a car, and then I can't enforce previous agreements. Oh well, I got a chicken bake so it was all cool.
Lauren and I had agreed to hang out that night because it was Emily Arthur's (absolutely crazy awesome chick) b-day, so I got my dad to drive me over there after we went home. We had to wait around for Emily to come pick us up, so I got Olivia to straighten my hair, which is all cool except then I mess with it CONSTANTLY which makes me look slightly vapid.
We got to Pointe around 8 but our movie wasnt till 9:25 so we shopped a little and vented about how much people suck and then went to Muvico and watched The Grudge. Actually quite scary, but made abso-freaking-lutely NO SENSE whatsoever. I think its the most incoherent movie I've seen since Battlefield Earth. And there were these REALLY annoying stupid kids in front of us that took up the whole freaking row so we couldnt put our feet up. They were all noisy and stupid and kept saying the movie took place in China which pissed me off to no end (you know how I am). Come on, the fact that they keep saying things like "Tokyo" and "little Japanese boy" and "We have a saying HERE IN JAPAN" would be a big hint to the stupid. But apparently not. Ugh, cretins.
Stalin called me on the way home. "Blah blah blah blah why arent you home blah blah blah Lise you suck blah blah blah" "Yeah ok mom I'll be home really soon ok? Ok. Bye." Then we decided screw that lets go to wendys because theyre open late (it was already 11:20 or something). That was probably the most fun part of the night. The line was really long because everyone loves a Late Night Frosty right? So we decided to pass the time by doing Chinese Fire Drills. For anyone who doesn't know what a Chinese Fire Drill is, when youre sitting in traffic going no where, everyone opens their door, gets out, runs around the car as fast as they can, and gets back in. Not sure why they call them Chinese though. We did it about three times, a couple people stared, a couple laughed, our goal was to get someone to join in, but no luck. At least it passed some of the time. Lauren found a penny and kept trying to throw it from the car into a dumpster, she missed everytime and had to get out of the car and get it again. Got the chicken strips and a frosty, drove through Windermere blasting Fuel, Offspring, and Van Halen, came home around 1. Girls' Night Out rocks.
Today got up for Sunday breakfast (family tradition, 9 weeks out of 10 since the day I was born, compensation for our lack of churchgoing I suppose). I can usually skiv off a couple of dinners a week, but I'm actually REQUIRED to go to breakfast on sunday, usually I have to help with it too, but my dad actually did it this week eventhough my mom is home, or perhaps BE
Now I have to finish editing the Spanish Video and then do a ton o Bio and study for history. My progress report came in and my parents actually didnt attack me about it for a change, they just said it came in. My mom said "do you want to talk about your progress report?" "No." "Oh ok then."
I swear to God, my life doesnt make ANY sense anymore, EVERYTHING is inside out-backwards and upside down.
Look to me tomorrow and you will see
At my throat a silent plea
All the words I should have said
All the glances you never read
Sorrow and sadness and guilt and regret
The weight of the silver albatross round my neck
I feel like: the green-eyed monster
