Friday, May 1, 2009 /
6:45 AM
That's What They Want, Want
Loving Katharine McPhee's I Know What Boys Like.Dad's friend is currently over for dinner, so I ate super fast and escaped. Today was so fun! Last rocket launch D: wish we did this every day.
This guy who left ISB in like 4th grade or smth came over to visit, and while he was talking to Noah, Joseph and Robbie Tata was like, "HE LOOKS LIKE MIRANDA COSGROVE!" and we were all rofling so hard because it was absoluteeely true. Seriously.
Then,
something totally embarrassing happened. We were all sitting in a row on the field waiting for the rocket to launch, holding our inclinometers. I was with Tata, Noah and Robbie were on our right and Nimarta and Mindy on our left. So
N's team was on and I didn't know.
N is, in case you didn't know, THE popular girl in school. She was wearing her softball or whatever jacket, while I was sweating like CRAZY. So I went, "Who's that girl? Oh, Neomi... she's wearing a jacket! ISN'T SHE HOT?" And all of a sudden I realized Noah was laughing at me, and that I'd said it pretty damn loud. Then suddenly EVERYONE was laughing and staring at me, and I realized the stupid implications of what I'd said. So I spent the whole lesson hyperventilating about that stupid sentence. And Nimarta lectured me on saying
feeling before the adjective.
AAH!
Haha I'm still embarrassed. I told my dad and he was laughing at me. Then I had a lengthy monologue about anthropology in our school. Anthro. is actually quite a cool subject. I might take it up.
Nothing else happened that was
that exciting. Except for Joseph and his (1) stupid staring-to-see-if-your-poker-face-is-truthful and (2) "What
evs!"
In YEARBOOK we had a
free period, and Ms Ulster was like, GUYS YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST OPEN A WORK PAGE SO IF ANYONE FROM ADMIN COMES TO CHECK IN ON US, YOU CAN PRETEND YOU'RE WORKING! so funny.
in GS we learned how to do
myisb, and then we worked on our reflection.
E was there. I mentioned him before; Tata might know who he is! clue?
mascara.so, anyway, Mrs. Pine-Petthong was asking, "But what do the poor lack access to?"
If you know
E, he speaks really slowly and really enunciates the Ss. He also accompanies every sentence with a I'm-a-friendly-guy-who's-going-to-murder-your-mother smile. So he was like,
E: sssssity. *big grin*
Mrs P-P: yes! so if the poor need to move near the city, where does the govt. need to place them?
E: countrysssside.
Me: What.
*koff* anyway!
[To
E, if you're reading this,
I don't know why I didn't get sick of the way you talk earlier. YOU SMILE TOO MUCH!]
want to make a simple non-navi blogskin for this place. then again maybe I'll do a navi one. cos if not my fat wishlist will screw up the whole width thing.
I'll come running,