oh, look. high school.
Apr. 11th, 2008 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchy_merlinin my heart, i comment on other people's entries, like on my flist and stuff. because there, i don't look like an antisocial idiot when i type something.
NYC on Wednesday! I still have to talk to everyone and pack and find my passport, but OKAY I AM EXCITED!!
PS: Bon Cop, Bad Cop (i think that's what it's called?) AWESOME MOVIE, BTW. Go and see it.
NYC on Wednesday! I still have to talk to everyone and pack and find my passport, but OKAY I AM EXCITED!!
...but mostly I'm just tired.
This week as bullshit, does anyone else agree? On Monday, I forgot SW's fucking seventeenth birthday, which was EPIC GUILT TRIP fodder. On Wednesday, I missed school for the Sounds of Toronto rehearsal at Massey Hall, and I had to lug my fucking cello there and back on the subway, with an extra sprint from High Park in order to get back in time for rugby (which was so worth it. We did TACKLING!). On Thursday (which was Very Not Good), I had a rugby run at 7:30, then a math test of horror at 8:30, after which I basically slept through french and chem. Then, N and I went shopping for S's belated b-day gift (awesome necklace, if I do say so myself), and then I raced home, showered, and tore off to Massey Hall (again, with cello+cello board) for the actual performance of Sounds of Toronto. The looks I got on the subway, oh man. Priceless. However, the actual performance wasn't as awful as I thought it would be. I mean, obviously I screwed up, but that's me, and I can't really play anyway. Ms. M looked like she was gonna cry.
I also think C.In. has shoes by Christian Louboutin. Red soles. Pretty. So Jealous. <-- My not-so-inner fashionista made an appearance via me blurting out my speculations, although quietly enough that C.In didn't notice. LE did, though, and then proceeded to wax poetic about how random that was, etc. etc.. Sometimes I don't know how Lssa puts up with him, but meh, he's fun to talk to.
Um. Right. So. Massey went well, yeah. I also baked banana bread with chocolate chips WITHOUT BLOWING ANYTHING UP OR SETTING MY HOUSE ON FIRE!! I am happy :-) It tasted ok, but not really fantastic (although F {god, don't even get me started on her!} , C, Ar, and Lssa might disagree). So tonight after rugby, I baked lemon poppyseed loaf which wasn't as flavourful as it ought to have been, but, again, nothing exploded, burned, or died of food poisoning, so it was a success. I'm working on it, sticking to simple recipes for now, but I think baking is quite fun, though I am no expert in any sense of the word.
OK, RUGBY! So, I don't know if you noticed today, but it was raining this morning. Which begets the logical - nay, expected - conclusion that the ground would be Wet And Muddy. It wasn't really a day to go outside for practice. So of course, where did we go? Only the muddiest, wettest patch of ground we could get our hands on. Also, if anyone noticed, it was cold today. A lot colder than it's been recently. What was I wearing? Shorts and a t-shirt. Foresight, thy name is Sarah, I know. But anyway, the cold wasn't the whole problem, just a part of it.
We tackled, and did drills and it was fun. Halfway through, I lost feeling in my fingers. The girl next to me, her arms were shaking, it was so cold. So they send us for a run to warm up. What does sweat do? It cools you down. So once everyone had a mild dose of hypothermia (and because bits of us were still skin coloured instead of mud coloured), we get to do a different drill. Coach points, we run it that direction. Coach yells "DOWN!", we drop and give 'em ten. Coach points while we're on the ground, we roll in that direction. Through mud. I like rugby. I dislike having mud in my hair and being unable to see the original colour of my shirt.
And then, as we were doing a fake!tackle drill, I accidentally got too close to the girl beside me and wound up with a face full of nasty muddy, metal rugby cleats. It hurt. I fail. But it wasn't actually anything serious, just surprising.
Ms. V seems kinda stressed about this whole rugby thing. Like really, one day she's cool and calm, the next she's freaking out about the season (not that I blame her, as it's out first year having a rugby team, but still).
Also, I feel kind of bad for N. Not only is Ms Jares being an utter bitch to her, but Mr H gave her a zero on an assignment she definitely handed in. I know because she copied it off me, but whatever. He's probably going to be a jerk* to her and refuse to change it.
But all in all, y'know, not bad. Stuff, y/n?
*based on my theory that all persons of the male species are complete and utter jerks. Yes, I know this is incorrect. No, I don't care, especially when 80% of my classmates prove me right in one way or another.
This week as bullshit, does anyone else agree? On Monday, I forgot SW's fucking seventeenth birthday, which was EPIC GUILT TRIP fodder. On Wednesday, I missed school for the Sounds of Toronto rehearsal at Massey Hall, and I had to lug my fucking cello there and back on the subway, with an extra sprint from High Park in order to get back in time for rugby (which was so worth it. We did TACKLING!). On Thursday (which was Very Not Good), I had a rugby run at 7:30, then a math test of horror at 8:30, after which I basically slept through french and chem. Then, N and I went shopping for S's belated b-day gift (awesome necklace, if I do say so myself), and then I raced home, showered, and tore off to Massey Hall (again, with cello+cello board) for the actual performance of Sounds of Toronto. The looks I got on the subway, oh man. Priceless. However, the actual performance wasn't as awful as I thought it would be. I mean, obviously I screwed up, but that's me, and I can't really play anyway. Ms. M looked like she was gonna cry.
I also think C.In. has shoes by Christian Louboutin. Red soles. Pretty. So Jealous. <-- My not-so-inner fashionista made an appearance via me blurting out my speculations, although quietly enough that C.In didn't notice. LE did, though, and then proceeded to wax poetic about how random that was, etc. etc.. Sometimes I don't know how Lssa puts up with him, but meh, he's fun to talk to.
Um. Right. So. Massey went well, yeah. I also baked banana bread with chocolate chips WITHOUT BLOWING ANYTHING UP OR SETTING MY HOUSE ON FIRE!! I am happy :-) It tasted ok, but not really fantastic (although F {god, don't even get me started on her!} , C, Ar, and Lssa might disagree). So tonight after rugby, I baked lemon poppyseed loaf which wasn't as flavourful as it ought to have been, but, again, nothing exploded, burned, or died of food poisoning, so it was a success. I'm working on it, sticking to simple recipes for now, but I think baking is quite fun, though I am no expert in any sense of the word.
OK, RUGBY! So, I don't know if you noticed today, but it was raining this morning. Which begets the logical - nay, expected - conclusion that the ground would be Wet And Muddy. It wasn't really a day to go outside for practice. So of course, where did we go? Only the muddiest, wettest patch of ground we could get our hands on. Also, if anyone noticed, it was cold today. A lot colder than it's been recently. What was I wearing? Shorts and a t-shirt. Foresight, thy name is Sarah, I know. But anyway, the cold wasn't the whole problem, just a part of it.
We tackled, and did drills and it was fun. Halfway through, I lost feeling in my fingers. The girl next to me, her arms were shaking, it was so cold. So they send us for a run to warm up. What does sweat do? It cools you down. So once everyone had a mild dose of hypothermia (and because bits of us were still skin coloured instead of mud coloured), we get to do a different drill. Coach points, we run it that direction. Coach yells "DOWN!", we drop and give 'em ten. Coach points while we're on the ground, we roll in that direction. Through mud. I like rugby. I dislike having mud in my hair and being unable to see the original colour of my shirt.
And then, as we were doing a fake!tackle drill, I accidentally got too close to the girl beside me and wound up with a face full of nasty muddy, metal rugby cleats. It hurt. I fail. But it wasn't actually anything serious, just surprising.
Ms. V seems kinda stressed about this whole rugby thing. Like really, one day she's cool and calm, the next she's freaking out about the season (not that I blame her, as it's out first year having a rugby team, but still).
Also, I feel kind of bad for N. Not only is Ms Jares being an utter bitch to her, but Mr H gave her a zero on an assignment she definitely handed in. I know because she copied it off me, but whatever. He's probably going to be a jerk* to her and refuse to change it.
But all in all, y'know, not bad. Stuff, y/n?
*based on my theory that all persons of the male species are complete and utter jerks. Yes, I know this is incorrect. No, I don't care, especially when 80% of my classmates prove me right in one way or another.
PS: Bon Cop, Bad Cop (i think that's what it's called?) AWESOME MOVIE, BTW. Go and see it.
