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transomwhiplassToday, well, it was just one of "those" days. You know when everything manages to just screw up, ugh yeah. It started off this morning.
I woke up, and did a quick spell check on my essay and saved it to my disk. My mom had to take John to school because he missed the bus, I was left to push my dad out the door so I could print my paper at school. Then Nora decided she need a ride, we were already late and she was trying to get my dad to go through the carpool line, which my mom never does on days when we aren't late, it takes like 10 minutes. We usually drop her half way, and thats what I made my dad do, Nora thinks I was being selfish. We got to school quite quickly and a snagged a computer. Then, that nightmare that arises in every student who has just gotten 3 hours of sleep after working on something for several hours, my disk was screwed up. There was no fixing it. I called my mom's cell, it was busy, I called home several times - no answer. I was totally SOL. I didn't turn in my paper, there was nothing I could do, and I was going to have to use my most desperate measures: a large white lie. I mean, it wasn't hurting her, or anyone, its not like I was getting extra time, the technology gods decided to Über-screw me on paper day. When she asked if I was went on the retreat, those girls got an extention, I said no, that I had turned it in. We dug through all the folders, and I offered to print it again. She let me, I took my corrupt disk and my cell to the computer lab. I had Ms. Smith try to fix it, but nothing worked. We finally set it up to clean the disk. I made one last frantic call to my mother, she was in a meeting, but she called back seconds later and said she would do it. As I panicked for a few minutes, I decided to try home again, this time, I reached my Uncle. Though haphazard dictating to a Macintosh user, I guided him to finding my essay on the hard drive, which he thought was titled "HFSA" as opposed to "HFessay" once we cleared that up, I got him through my email. I got it, it was funny because the second he sent it, my mom walked through the door. It took almost a half an hour, but I got it. I can't tell if she believed me or felt bad for me, but I used her fear of technology a bit. That much was true, technology sucks so much sometimes. In the future, forget the damn disks. I'm uploading it to my website, emailing it to at least 2 emails, and maybe I will even burn it on to a fucking CD. I never want to go through that horror again, I didn't like lying either, but those 10 points will make a serious difference for me in that class.
Oh, and first period (it turned out to be day one) I had a pre-cal quiz, but I was saved because we got to work in groups. I ended up with Bernadette and Jenny, both who are good at pre-cal. I understood every problem, but we could not figure out #1, Jenny thinks Ms. Ashmore had the wrong quadratic equation. When she went to xerox, we inquired around and figured out no one really knew what was going on. Its funny to see the difference between honors and regular. I don't think honors gets to "write a poem or story or draw a picture about working in our groups." We don't usually, I don't know why she made us do it, it seemed so stupid, oh well, if it gets us a few points.
This was a really long day that went by actaully kind of quickly because of the stressing I did in the morning. I need to start working in school, I know I keep saying that, but it's true. I'm sicking of having "these" days. Yargh.
In other news, WTF WAS UP WITH JOE MILLIONAIRE. WAS THAT THE HUGEST RIPOFF OR WHAT?!?!?! They put on this totally mediocre clip show, I didn't think it was the last episode, there wasn't enough hype. But still, I could have been doing things, instead of rewatching everything I 've seen like over and over. It was disappointing. I don't know that they are going to do with 2 hours, show more clips and like 10 minutes of confession probably. It better be good, I'm sick of rewatching the same stupid quotes over and over and over. I want to know the twist, is it that he is the underwear model, cos' everyone knows that. Maybe something with the jewlery.. or a money prize. I bet some of that stuff can fetch some hefty prices, not just because its jewlery, but probably because its TV jewlery. I bet you could unload it onto some rich fanatics.
For dinner we had a sampler of like, everything we bought at Central Market. I had some brie and tiramisu, teeny tiny little slices after fajitas, but it was enough to make me sick. The tiramisu was heeeeavy with chocolate liquor, I hate the taste of alcohol that lingers in my mouth. Its like inhaling astringent fumes and thats gross. It was good quality brie but it always makes feel sick.
Tonight, I'm finally back in my room. Right now I'm going to go work on things before it gets to late and tomorrow becomes another shitfest. Anyway, tomorrow *should* be good, they can't give us homework because it is a college info night. WOO!
I woke up, and did a quick spell check on my essay and saved it to my disk. My mom had to take John to school because he missed the bus, I was left to push my dad out the door so I could print my paper at school. Then Nora decided she need a ride, we were already late and she was trying to get my dad to go through the carpool line, which my mom never does on days when we aren't late, it takes like 10 minutes. We usually drop her half way, and thats what I made my dad do, Nora thinks I was being selfish. We got to school quite quickly and a snagged a computer. Then, that nightmare that arises in every student who has just gotten 3 hours of sleep after working on something for several hours, my disk was screwed up. There was no fixing it. I called my mom's cell, it was busy, I called home several times - no answer. I was totally SOL. I didn't turn in my paper, there was nothing I could do, and I was going to have to use my most desperate measures: a large white lie. I mean, it wasn't hurting her, or anyone, its not like I was getting extra time, the technology gods decided to Über-screw me on paper day. When she asked if I was went on the retreat, those girls got an extention, I said no, that I had turned it in. We dug through all the folders, and I offered to print it again. She let me, I took my corrupt disk and my cell to the computer lab. I had Ms. Smith try to fix it, but nothing worked. We finally set it up to clean the disk. I made one last frantic call to my mother, she was in a meeting, but she called back seconds later and said she would do it. As I panicked for a few minutes, I decided to try home again, this time, I reached my Uncle. Though haphazard dictating to a Macintosh user, I guided him to finding my essay on the hard drive, which he thought was titled "HFSA" as opposed to "HFessay" once we cleared that up, I got him through my email. I got it, it was funny because the second he sent it, my mom walked through the door. It took almost a half an hour, but I got it. I can't tell if she believed me or felt bad for me, but I used her fear of technology a bit. That much was true, technology sucks so much sometimes. In the future, forget the damn disks. I'm uploading it to my website, emailing it to at least 2 emails, and maybe I will even burn it on to a fucking CD. I never want to go through that horror again, I didn't like lying either, but those 10 points will make a serious difference for me in that class.
Oh, and first period (it turned out to be day one) I had a pre-cal quiz, but I was saved because we got to work in groups. I ended up with Bernadette and Jenny, both who are good at pre-cal. I understood every problem, but we could not figure out #1, Jenny thinks Ms. Ashmore had the wrong quadratic equation. When she went to xerox, we inquired around and figured out no one really knew what was going on. Its funny to see the difference between honors and regular. I don't think honors gets to "write a poem or story or draw a picture about working in our groups." We don't usually, I don't know why she made us do it, it seemed so stupid, oh well, if it gets us a few points.
This was a really long day that went by actaully kind of quickly because of the stressing I did in the morning. I need to start working in school, I know I keep saying that, but it's true. I'm sicking of having "these" days. Yargh.
In other news, WTF WAS UP WITH JOE MILLIONAIRE. WAS THAT THE HUGEST RIPOFF OR WHAT?!?!?! They put on this totally mediocre clip show, I didn't think it was the last episode, there wasn't enough hype. But still, I could have been doing things, instead of rewatching everything I 've seen like over and over. It was disappointing. I don't know that they are going to do with 2 hours, show more clips and like 10 minutes of confession probably. It better be good, I'm sick of rewatching the same stupid quotes over and over and over. I want to know the twist, is it that he is the underwear model, cos' everyone knows that. Maybe something with the jewlery.. or a money prize. I bet some of that stuff can fetch some hefty prices, not just because its jewlery, but probably because its TV jewlery. I bet you could unload it onto some rich fanatics.
For dinner we had a sampler of like, everything we bought at Central Market. I had some brie and tiramisu, teeny tiny little slices after fajitas, but it was enough to make me sick. The tiramisu was heeeeavy with chocolate liquor, I hate the taste of alcohol that lingers in my mouth. Its like inhaling astringent fumes and thats gross. It was good quality brie but it always makes feel sick.
Tonight, I'm finally back in my room. Right now I'm going to go work on things before it gets to late and tomorrow becomes another shitfest. Anyway, tomorrow *should* be good, they can't give us homework because it is a college info night. WOO!
