c wheedled [vocab word] me into adding this in. at the sleepover when we went to the park we ended up running from the cops. it was astounding.
oh yeah. good night when you have to run from the cops. I've found that whenever the cops go after me I'm somehow ALWAYS with shane. I feel like this could explain a lot.
tomorrow, it being the feast day of st. therese of lisieux, we are having mass in our badly-lit gym once again! to celebrate we made some crappy toilet-paper roses in theology, assisted by mrs. babiez. apparently they're being handed out to the school tomorrow. fantastic. I will take a picture.
c also surmises that we might have some kind of weird assembly or pep rally or something in the middle of the day after mass. oh god I'm worried.
so close... so close to the weekend... I'm tired.
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Showing posts with label religion. Show all posts
30.9.10
3.9.10
I forgot a title, excuuuuuuse me
apologies for that lack of posting. I did get my schedule! and I did stand in the academy's humid and absolutely packed "library" for an hour and a half in hopes of actually buying my textbooks!
my schedule is made out of happiness and suicidal ideation in equal parts. I have five [possibly 6, I'll let her elaborate on that if she chooses to] classes with c, and my theology teacher is indeed the guitar-playing nun instead of mrs. babiez. praise god.
on the other hand, I looked through some of the books we'll be reading. namely the theology ones. they all look super classy. of course, one trashes the hippies [we have at least one book every year like that] and one is entirely about the mystery of femininity and how We Have The Power over guys, yet our only purpose in life is to have babiez and more babiez. uuuugh I don't like learning this for a grade.
while traipsing around the building I noticed that sometime when I wasn't looking they put even more decals around. pretty soon this place is going to be famous for all the shit they've plastered on their walls. we have a huge bust of some saint sticking out of the wall quite precariously OVER a staircase, as well as "inspirational" quotes painted or iron-on-transferred onto the walls. sure, we have some from the founder of the school and the obligatory eleanor roosevelt wisdom and bible passages, but one is from shrek, and one is a badly reworded kurt cobain quote with no attribution. that's right girlies, shrek is the path to jesus, but grunge will make you shoot yourself.
shane isn't in any of my classes. ava is in two, I think. I haven't heard from anyone else.
I say this year will be excellent.
today one of the librarians told me I should write a blog. I so wanted to laugh at that, but instead I smiled and nodded. I'll let her wonder...
edit: OH MY GOD, did I ever mention that shane is magically coming back to the academy anyway? if I did, well, I'm an idiot but forgive me because it's late.
my schedule is made out of happiness and suicidal ideation in equal parts. I have five [possibly 6, I'll let her elaborate on that if she chooses to] classes with c, and my theology teacher is indeed the guitar-playing nun instead of mrs. babiez. praise god.
on the other hand, I looked through some of the books we'll be reading. namely the theology ones. they all look super classy. of course, one trashes the hippies [we have at least one book every year like that] and one is entirely about the mystery of femininity and how We Have The Power over guys, yet our only purpose in life is to have babiez and more babiez. uuuugh I don't like learning this for a grade.
while traipsing around the building I noticed that sometime when I wasn't looking they put even more decals around. pretty soon this place is going to be famous for all the shit they've plastered on their walls. we have a huge bust of some saint sticking out of the wall quite precariously OVER a staircase, as well as "inspirational" quotes painted or iron-on-transferred onto the walls. sure, we have some from the founder of the school and the obligatory eleanor roosevelt wisdom and bible passages, but one is from shrek, and one is a badly reworded kurt cobain quote with no attribution. that's right girlies, shrek is the path to jesus, but grunge will make you shoot yourself.
shane isn't in any of my classes. ava is in two, I think. I haven't heard from anyone else.
I say this year will be excellent.
today one of the librarians told me I should write a blog. I so wanted to laugh at that, but instead I smiled and nodded. I'll let her wonder...
edit: OH MY GOD, did I ever mention that shane is magically coming back to the academy anyway? if I did, well, I'm an idiot but forgive me because it's late.
30.8.10
seeking the Tacky with a capital T
a second spamtastic post in one day. I changed the blog a bit. only in two places, though. I put the header into my very favorite font, Italic Times New Roman [I suck], and changed the hover color on the links. it is now red. if you move your mouse really fast over a link repeatedly you can have a seizure! yay! it's like the vegas strip or pokemon in 1999 or tacky christmas yards IN ACTION!!! go on, try it.
ALSO I GET MY SCHEDULE TOMORROW AND I AM EXCITED. I really want to know who I'll have for theology. will it be the guitar-playing nun who is so very fond of reading us Inspirational Passages from chicken soup for the soul in lieu of prayer? or will it be mrs. babiez and her "seek the Truth with a capital T"? ah, one wonders.
expect more rambling on this topic tomorrow.
ALSO I GET MY SCHEDULE TOMORROW AND I AM EXCITED. I really want to know who I'll have for theology. will it be the guitar-playing nun who is so very fond of reading us Inspirational Passages from chicken soup for the soul in lieu of prayer? or will it be mrs. babiez and her "seek the Truth with a capital T"? ah, one wonders.
expect more rambling on this topic tomorrow.
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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