Whoops! I forgot to enter in my journal yesterday! talk2hand Anyway yesterday was good but really long. Right afer school I went to help set up for the school's international dinner. Then, after that I went to work at Drama club getting ready for our spring musical. (Hello Dolly). And then after that I went to the international dinner it's self and got to eat a bunch of poorly prepaired yet still incredibly apetizing foreign food. I got just a wee bit inbarressed when my Mom arrived and started to sit with me and my cool senior friends but it was all alright, she did nothing to inbarress me so my fear was unreasonable. That was about it for yesterday so now on to today. Today, intresting but not so fun, and a little agrivating. It started with this morning. I was in the art room because I'm my art teacher's first period aid and she tells me to unlock the back door because one of my friends, and her former student, was comming to work on pottery. So I hed to the door when this really annoying and incredibly ditsy blonde girl says to me "uhh what are you doing?" So I answer, not that it was any of her buisness, "umm I'm unlocking the back door." Then she replies "unlocking it? why are you retarded?"
I'm not even sure how you respond to a question like that. I tell her "Miss. ? told me to unlock it because Mikey is comming in." She takes another look at me and says, "Ok don't get an attitude with me." Don't get an attitude with you? You're the one calling me retarded out of the blue for unlocking the door. I tell she still didn't believe me and that she thought I was incappable of doing anything, which is why I was glad to hear Mikey on the other side knocking. I let him in, and then had my own personal victory as I saw the girl just scuff and glance the other way. After that period was over I ran into one of my friends in the hall. The two of us did these posters promoting the school's litterary magizine that we are both apart of. Anyway she seemed really upset so I asked her what was wrong. Apparently one of the girls on the litterary mag., who has become the object of our group distain, was talking trash about the posters we made. She too submitted one, it was a picture of a bleeding heart with wings, incredibly original, right. Anyway she was mad because ours were used for the poster where as her's was not. She was saying that it looked like we had put no effort into drawing our own. What was probably more disturbing about all that was our mutal friend was part of this vile little girl's conversation and was just completely kissing her wannabe emo butt. "Oh yeah, you're a way better artist then those two." Even though every thing she draws is ginaric, bland, and looks like she printed it off the internet and traced it. After that I eventually commed down, and the rest of the day went by pretty fast, probably because we had to leave a half hour early with all the snowyness outside.
Man sometimes I feel like the only things I have to right about are the negative things.
 Avery the Destroyer · Sat Mar 08, 2008 @ 04:33am · 0 Comments |
