So remember: If I die, please take note of the fact that I want to be mummified and placed next to Stalin.
Not sure what the deal is, but it was in gym...we were doing warm-ups by doing some running-ish like stuff, and suddenly, I got winded and had to sit out the rest of it. Got a drink, still couldn't breathe, went to the nurse. I wasn't able to take a deep breath, my throat felt choked, and I couldn't stand very well.
So what's up? No idea. I still can't breathe very well - like, I can speak about seven words before having to take a deliberate breathe. The top of my throat feels choked and, if I was getting a sore throat (like the nurse kept suggesting), then this is the oddest one I've ever had. My voice sounds fine, though.
My parents are kinda like "we'll wait it out", which makes me curious. What, are we going to wait until Monday when I'm gasping and dying again before going to the doctor's and seeing the problem? We have those walk-in places too to make the task easier! But no...Ugh, c'mon.
Besides that...
Finished "Mind Over Matters" last night, but due to various requests, I'm still carrying it around [also, it's still a good read]. Photocopied the men's locker room essay for Brian, which he apparently read in chorus and then shared and, well, I've got more people interested. The problem is that, when you come in at the wrong part of it...
Brian then felt like our AP English teacher had to hear things, so I shared some passages and SHE became interested in what the heck I was reading. Then I shared my dark secret of liking essays and she just kinda went ">:D<"
We need more funny books, it seems.
...is the title of the book I'm reading. It's a collection of completely random essays written by Michael J. Nelson [once again - yes, that guy] that cover the span of...everything. Pessimism, the men's locker room, being a debt collector, women's lotion, clothes, and reading bedtimes stories, just to name a smidge. The problem is that it's funny, so reading that at school during SSR is incredibly difficult because I sat there, reading one about tennis, and doing my best to not laugh too loudly.
Random excerpts:
On passwords: It asks for my e-mail address, which I give, and it then sends me my password "hint", which I myself typed just under an hour ago. I like fish, is the hint I provided myself, which of course is no kind of hint at all. Obviously I was smirking my way through the "hint"-creating process, probably too busy patting myself on the back for saving eleven cents on bike lube and in general being a wiseacre.
On pessimism: Most people just dabble in pessimism, of course, choosing to apply it at times when something is required of them. "All right, let's go move that piano," says a friend. "What's the point?" responds the pessimist. "The universe is a cruel joke and we're all going to die." Yet the same person, when handed a really good imported beer, won't say, "No. You keep your delicious porter. Life is never-ending suffering and there is no balm in Gilead."
On [Home] depots: How did our stores get so big that we could flood them and re-create sea battles if we wanted to (and who doesn't!)? Back in my day - and I'm still trying to figure out when that was, or if I had a day at all - we used to be able to go into stores and walk clear to the other side of them in one afternoon. Now the cereal aisle alone is longer than the Appian Way.
From the TV history one: According to the legend, Farnsworth got the idea for television at age fourteen while out plowing his field. I for one feel a special kinship with Farnsworth, for when I was fourteen out plowing our fields, I got the idea to go get some Oreos. We are brothers in spirit.
On men's fashion: Oh, some designer or other will parade his male models down the runway wearing camouflage dresses or colorful muumuus and big army boots, but as nice as that sounds, it won't help. We are limited by the medium.
However, there are some things we can all do right now that will help. First, put some pants on. Secondly, and just as importantly, leave them on. At all times. It will be inconvenient at first, mostly while showering or having any kind of leg surgery, but you'll get used to it and come to enjoy it as much as everyone's enjoying not seeing your privates.
We had a free period in AP art, so I took to finishing up one of the essays I had started during SSR. I then remembered this one - the one about the men's locker room - and knew that Brian would like it because he goes to a gym. I read the last paragraph [which is one of the best damn things ever], and suddenly I have about three people wanting to borrow the book when I'm done. >>;
I've fallen out of reading, but I've been finding out that...oh, this is kind of a shocker...I like essays. Oh my God, I can't believe I just typed that. I discovered this out due to the fact that we have this textbook in AP English called The Bedford Reader, which is a collection of, well, essays. When I found myself flipping through it and reading one about this lady quiet being a vegetarian, I had to stop and go "I'm reading an essay form a school book because I want to". Sheesh.
Don't you dare ever tell me that just because you meet a friend through the internet it means that they can't possibly mean as much to you as your friends who you met in person. I don't want to hear "you never really met them" or "how do you know they're not lying?" or "don't get so close until you meet them face to face". That's crap, plain and simple. People are people, whether you meet them through a screen name or a smile, and you can still become just as close to them as anyone else in the world.
Trust me on this, I know . . .
Two updates, one day, both of them actually being journals. Zomgwtfbbq indeed. Some of you may get this, the vast majority probably not, and if you want to simply stick around and read my non-cohesive thoughts, go ahead.
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Well...it's second semester.
Got to school in plenty of time, obtained my new schedule, and moaned about how I have college algebra A1. >_O Right off the bat! Crud! Ah well, I found out I have a friend in it, so I guess it's not going to be so bad. I hope. I think.
So the bell rang and I went off to that class...and there I sat, and sat, until a teacher came in and was like "uh, she's not here". Wait, what? Turns out that, because of the snow day and because they had to make up finals yesterday, they just decided to start second semester on a B-day.
Great. Because I was so prepared for it to be a B-day. If you didn't catch the sarcasm, that means I'm not.
Apparently, it was announced yesterday, but lo and behold, I wasn't here yesterday. Then fellow seniors were like "uh, did you not get the phone call?" Well, yes and no...Mom told me that the school called and said the second semester would start Tuesday (today). Okay, well...that was it. Wasn't told what day it would be. So I thought it was just going to be an A day...brought my art project and everything.
This really wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that I don't have my oboe and music for band. : Aaaand nobody's home to brig them to me.
God. *head/desk* I feel rather stupid, but apparently I'm not the only one...just one of...few...
Anyways, schedule is as follows:
A1: College algebra
A2: AP art
A3: Earth science 2 (credit needed)
A4: Independent art study
-Analysis: Sans first hour, eaaaasy day.
B1: Multimedia
B2: Gym (credit needed)
B3: AP English
B4: Band
-Analysis: Same as last semester, pretty much. AP English is the only difficult class, but it sure weighs the day down.
Lunches are pretty good...I think. B-day is still second lunch, A-day is most likely first lunch.
Having multimedia first hour means my computer time is now from 8-9:20am. XD; Egh...ah well, still handy.
