so I lied, but it's late! it's almost sunday.
today was relatively drama-free. I don't understand. I got to mary's house straight out of my supermarket job [which was a particular HELL today, and I am definitely doing a post on it later], and everyone was already there. it was confirmed that the drinky-drinky party is on tuesday. we went about the routine birthday party functions, like eating cake and digging candle wax out of the frosting and opening presents. apparently I make the best cards. again, wtf. I mean, I wrote on a piece of construction paper...
we set off! about five minutes after we got to our local amusement park, emma declared that she had a Bad Migraine and so left. she was left alone with shane for a while though, which was bad, since apparently emma is mad at shane for "ignoring" her. oh, drama...
other than that, nothing much happened. there were a hell of a lot of lines though. really. long. lines.
7.8.10
6.8.10
community service #5
when I got to school today I was told to sit in the lobby. I fucking knew it! I thought to myself. goddamn this'll make a great post...
and then they told me to go upstairs. after a while of wandering aimlessly around the library, c and I were sent to mrs. spanish's room to help her crack open a few cans of lavender paint. both of us are prone to falling over and stepping on things and basically creating accidental havoc. so... painting walls? not such a great idea.
still, we persevered. holy hell. when I went to my library job later today, someone asked me if I had poison ivy on my arms because of the paint. it's just not coming off. c got in massive trouble since it was highly visible on her shirt.
the other people painting with us were mostly from our class. and mostly pvgs. they got into a discussion about the merits of jersey shore and teen mom. c tried to join in this conversation because of her knowledge of it, and failed. nobody listens...
c and I were sent to wash paintbrushes and ended up in the empty cafeteria [which is located right next to a bathroom that nobody uses, making it an ideal place to talk about creepy things unheard]. empty cafeterias are REALLY nice.
all in all? good day. I'm so glad I get to sleep in tomorrow... oh right, I have a job. and mary's "surprise" party. ava is getting increasingly annoyed at this. ha ha ha. next post'll be on sunday.
and then they told me to go upstairs. after a while of wandering aimlessly around the library, c and I were sent to mrs. spanish's room to help her crack open a few cans of lavender paint. both of us are prone to falling over and stepping on things and basically creating accidental havoc. so... painting walls? not such a great idea.
still, we persevered. holy hell. when I went to my library job later today, someone asked me if I had poison ivy on my arms because of the paint. it's just not coming off. c got in massive trouble since it was highly visible on her shirt.
the other people painting with us were mostly from our class. and mostly pvgs. they got into a discussion about the merits of jersey shore and teen mom. c tried to join in this conversation because of her knowledge of it, and failed. nobody listens...
c and I were sent to wash paintbrushes and ended up in the empty cafeteria [which is located right next to a bathroom that nobody uses, making it an ideal place to talk about creepy things unheard]. empty cafeterias are REALLY nice.
all in all? good day. I'm so glad I get to sleep in tomorrow... oh right, I have a job. and mary's "surprise" party. ava is getting increasingly annoyed at this. ha ha ha. next post'll be on sunday.
5.8.10
community service #4
they're running out of shit for us to move.
we were ordered to get a bunch of chairs out of the back of the principal's car. then we brought them up to the library. somebody was ordered to clean them with some kind of magical vacuum. c and I were ignored and basically just stood there along with a few other people who, while not being ignored, also did not have the vacuum.
oh, then c and I were told to bring a highly outdated monitor into mr. creepy's sketchy-as-all-hell walk-in closet! yay for america.
then somehow people ended up counting pants or something.
starting to think that tomorrow they'll have us just sit in the lobby or something.
edit:
c and I were also accosted by the senile-est nun they have. she asked if we knew anything about cameras, because she had apparently recently acquired a digital one and wanted to know how to take a picture with it. it was one with the settings all on a wheel, so I guess she was confused with all the different options.
as she walked away, she said, "I wanted to take a picture of some flowers. at the funeral home down the street."
I love this place.
we were ordered to get a bunch of chairs out of the back of the principal's car. then we brought them up to the library. somebody was ordered to clean them with some kind of magical vacuum. c and I were ignored and basically just stood there along with a few other people who, while not being ignored, also did not have the vacuum.
oh, then c and I were told to bring a highly outdated monitor into mr. creepy's sketchy-as-all-hell walk-in closet! yay for america.
then somehow people ended up counting pants or something.
starting to think that tomorrow they'll have us just sit in the lobby or something.
edit:
c and I were also accosted by the senile-est nun they have. she asked if we knew anything about cameras, because she had apparently recently acquired a digital one and wanted to know how to take a picture with it. it was one with the settings all on a wheel, so I guess she was confused with all the different options.
as she walked away, she said, "I wanted to take a picture of some flowers. at the funeral home down the street."
I love this place.
4.8.10
community service #3
today was special. we got on a bus and went to a different school and moved shit around in there.
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
3.8.10
ASDFGHJKL; ANOTHER UPDATE.
C (10:15:09 PM): also, I have actually got word on the drinky-drinky party, as you put it
C (10:15:16 PM): it has been rescheduled to august 10th
L (10:15:20 PM): WTF
C (10:15:22 PM): so now you can show up too in case they forgot about you
L (10:15:43 PM): oh, yaaaaaay!
YOU PEOPLE ALL SUCK.
C (10:15:16 PM): it has been rescheduled to august 10th
L (10:15:20 PM): WTF
C (10:15:22 PM): so now you can show up too in case they forgot about you
L (10:15:43 PM): oh, yaaaaaay!
YOU PEOPLE ALL SUCK.
community service #2 + drama update
today c and I, along with a sophomore I've never before talked to, were assigned to help the nun who teaches art move shit around. I SWEAR TO GOD THAT'S ALL WE EVER DO. she apparently still remembers my unfortunate mishap during volunteer week last year, when I sorta flooded her kitchen a little bit. jesus, I didn't even remember that.
our first task: "this box of embroidery thread is out of order. let's put it in order. NO, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG."
"are we supposed to put the individual packets in order?"
"NO."
"oh, then do we move the drawers?"
"NO. we're moving the shelves."
in the end they were in "order". nobody understood the system, really. except the nun.
task #2: planting plants. nobody screwed this up, actually. not in a huge way, anyway.
task #3: JEWELRY. I will fully admit to not having any idea what the hell was going on with the jewelry, but it involved pins. lots and lots of pins.
the nun then released us, and we were told to go up to the library. now, our school library is a massive piece of failure. it is in a gym. the shelves themselves take up like ten percent of the gym. the rest of it is wide open space. and couches. then the library is about 65% outdated nonfiction, 30% pvg-y or required-reading fiction, and 5% encyclopedias. as a result, not many people end up actually in the shelves and instead spend their time with the many couches. C and I spend a lot of time in the actual library bit, so we know our way around it. being paranoid, we set out checking to make sure none of the excellently outdated books we so love [like UFOS are Serious Business! and Nuclear War: What's In It For You?] hadn't been stolen or pulled or anything.
and then I decided to get a bit creative and long story short we got locked in a fucking stairwell that, judging from the musty smell, hadn't been opened in years. I was so thrilled when the one unlocked door [besides the one that DEFINITELY led to some kind of Place To Hide The Bodies] turned out to not be an emergency exit.
I don't remember a ton from today. I shelved books for two and a half hours at my library-job. that was exciting. I also ran into this napoleon-dynamite-esque guy who stalked me in 8th grade. that was pretty freaking creepy.
edit:
me: "I saw ____ at the library today."
my mom: "how is he?"
me: "uh, good. he showed me pictures of his friends and then he took my picture. that was weird."
my dad [utilizing a jon heder voice]: "'this is a Lissa... it's probably my favorite animal'"
another edit:
from my good friend wikiquote.
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oh, but I did promise a drama update.
remember ava's epic idea [all her ideas are "epic"] about the surprise-mary-party? yeah, it's still on, but now we're going to a freaking amusement park as well. and every time I say something in the thread, she's like, "FINE. JUST GET THERE." in a way that implies she's envisioning stabbing me in the face. she does not do this to anyone else. though I will give her credit: her last facebook status was "is a little depressed", which, in her terms, means "will dismember you if you look at her".
no word on the drinky-drinky party. these people suck at planning.
our first task: "this box of embroidery thread is out of order. let's put it in order. NO, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG."
"are we supposed to put the individual packets in order?"
"NO."
"oh, then do we move the drawers?"
"NO. we're moving the shelves."
in the end they were in "order". nobody understood the system, really. except the nun.
task #2: planting plants. nobody screwed this up, actually. not in a huge way, anyway.
task #3: JEWELRY. I will fully admit to not having any idea what the hell was going on with the jewelry, but it involved pins. lots and lots of pins.
the nun then released us, and we were told to go up to the library. now, our school library is a massive piece of failure. it is in a gym. the shelves themselves take up like ten percent of the gym. the rest of it is wide open space. and couches. then the library is about 65% outdated nonfiction, 30% pvg-y or required-reading fiction, and 5% encyclopedias. as a result, not many people end up actually in the shelves and instead spend their time with the many couches. C and I spend a lot of time in the actual library bit, so we know our way around it. being paranoid, we set out checking to make sure none of the excellently outdated books we so love [like UFOS are Serious Business! and Nuclear War: What's In It For You?] hadn't been stolen or pulled or anything.
and then I decided to get a bit creative and long story short we got locked in a fucking stairwell that, judging from the musty smell, hadn't been opened in years. I was so thrilled when the one unlocked door [besides the one that DEFINITELY led to some kind of Place To Hide The Bodies] turned out to not be an emergency exit.
I don't remember a ton from today. I shelved books for two and a half hours at my library-job. that was exciting. I also ran into this napoleon-dynamite-esque guy who stalked me in 8th grade. that was pretty freaking creepy.
edit:
me: "I saw ____ at the library today."
my mom: "how is he?"
me: "uh, good. he showed me pictures of his friends and then he took my picture. that was weird."
my dad [utilizing a jon heder voice]: "'this is a Lissa... it's probably my favorite animal'"
another edit:
from my good friend wikiquote.
Deb: What are you drawing?
Napoleon: A liger.
Deb: What's a liger?
Napoleon: It's pretty much my favorite animal. It's like a lion and a tiger mixed... bred for its skills in magic.
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oh, but I did promise a drama update.
remember ava's epic idea [all her ideas are "epic"] about the surprise-mary-party? yeah, it's still on, but now we're going to a freaking amusement park as well. and every time I say something in the thread, she's like, "FINE. JUST GET THERE." in a way that implies she's envisioning stabbing me in the face. she does not do this to anyone else. though I will give her credit: her last facebook status was "is a little depressed", which, in her terms, means "will dismember you if you look at her".
no word on the drinky-drinky party. these people suck at planning.
2.8.10
community service #1
c and I are doing community service week at the school. basically this is a nice way of saying "moving some shit around".
today we had the exciting job of moving books, books, and more books. we moved books from mrs. spanish teacher's room into her new room. [aside: we have two spanish teachers. mrs. spanish and sra. spanglish. we also have a french teacher, mme. russian. shit is fucked up] there were four or five other people from our class there. including the one who's going to be the valedictorian. overheard from her: "I'm good at painting because I'm anal." go team!
when we ran out of shit to move, we suddenly ran into sr. hitler [the "president" of the school. not the principal, the president. the principal is a whole different person] and mrs. babies. HOLY HELL THAT WAS TERRIFYING. c and I moved shit out of mrs. babies's office into her new room, which was mrs. spanish's old room.
it was less confusing than it sounds. mrs. babies has a lot of outdated books. we found one that mentioned keith and sid as prime examples of why you shouldn't do drugs. damn skippy! the thing was from 1993.
we also laughed at the catechism. she has at least three.
today we had the exciting job of moving books, books, and more books. we moved books from mrs. spanish teacher's room into her new room. [aside: we have two spanish teachers. mrs. spanish and sra. spanglish. we also have a french teacher, mme. russian. shit is fucked up] there were four or five other people from our class there. including the one who's going to be the valedictorian. overheard from her: "I'm good at painting because I'm anal." go team!
when we ran out of shit to move, we suddenly ran into sr. hitler [the "president" of the school. not the principal, the president. the principal is a whole different person] and mrs. babies. HOLY HELL THAT WAS TERRIFYING. c and I moved shit out of mrs. babies's office into her new room, which was mrs. spanish's old room.
it was less confusing than it sounds. mrs. babies has a lot of outdated books. we found one that mentioned keith and sid as prime examples of why you shouldn't do drugs. damn skippy! the thing was from 1993.
we also laughed at the catechism. she has at least three.
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