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[bitchy_merlin]

Today was good! It made me happy. (And ran off with my syntax, so I now sound like a five year old).

1. Laaaate start, haha, no class til 10:00 am. Rawk.
2. Red Pepper Pate for lunch OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM.
3. SHEEP BRAIN DISSECTION IN BIOLOGY. SCIENCE IS WAY COOL, MAN! It was so cool, I got to take it out of the jar, and it was all squishy and miniature-looking. I also got to cut the cerebellum in half: good times. IDK how anyone can identify the cerebral lobes, though. I mean, the convolutions (that's what the squiggly lines on the cerebrum are called, y?) all look the same. IDK where the boundaries btwn. lobes are.  (Pfff, ok, so as I unscrewed the lid of the jar to put the brain on the tray, my first words to my lab partner were: "Look! It's a brain!" Redundant, much?) BUT COOL.
4. Talked to Ms. S. re: ISP for Writer's Craft BECAUSE I AM AWESOME. Think I might have freaked her out a liiiiitle bit, but whatevs, it's all good.
5. SURVIVED RUGBY TRYOUT #1, FUCK YEAH! a;lkerew;r I spent a good two weeks getting progressively more terrified of the stupid thing; today after school was not a good time to be me.
In changeroom:
Girl: Hey, aren't you super pumped for this tryout? I am!
Sarah: As a matter of fact, I am completely fucking terrified, thanks for asking.
Girl: ....
But I survived! It wasn't even that bad (I don't think...). Coaches A. and Tait were there. I knew Tait all right, but at first I was all like "I wonder who's the kid in the orange shorts?" and it was A., so that was a major heart-attack. But holy fucking hell, A. is probably the most terrifying thing ever. Just, like, if you took all the pent-up rage of every single person in the world and compressed it into a person, topped that with the shortest fuse ever, and sprinkled in a dash of OCD and bipolarity, you'd wind up with A. I still can't forget the time at that one game over the summer when the ref made a bad call and she got so angry that she started fucking growling. And not a frustrated-but-coping growl, but a full out I-will-rip-you-apart-with-my-fucking-hands-and-you-will-rue-the-day-you-were-born growl. On my list of Things I Would Not Like to be the Recipient Of, I think that takes the cake.

But the tryout, yes. It was ok, though I honestly don't remember how to tackle. In any case, I hope I make the team (though IDK if I will; over 60 girls were there, I think).
6. LOL @ THIS
7. The newest Hetalia ep! OMFG RODERICH. OMFFFFFG, ALFRED. O GAIZ.


THINGS I AM GOING TO GROW THE BALLS TO DO TOMORROW:
1. Talk to Ms. S.
2. Talk to latin teacher in re: please, please, please pretty please, may I learn to speak Latin for the Conference?
--> Honestly, I hate oral presentations, I absolutely loathe them, but I am desperately a) in need of something to do at Classics, and b) in love with the idea of speaking Latin at people. Or, well, reading poetry at them. But still.

I know that my teacher didn't ask me to do it because as far as he's concerned, I fail epically at oral presentations of any kind, but how I act up in class is not necessarily an entirely truthful indication of what I can do. And - oh, God, this sounds pretentious, and maybe I'm completely wring, but - I know that if I try hard, I can do really well at public speaking. I would probably end up pissing myself in nervousness beforehand, but I do think I could compete in the Oral whateverthefuckit'scalled and not be a complete embarrassment.... wtf who am I kidding, I'm getting butterflies just thinking about it.

Days til Classics: too many to count *le sigh*

Days til FRANCE!!: 9 (HOLY LE SHIT.)

Days til WATCHMEN: 2 (MOTHERFUCKING HELL YEAH! RORSCHACH! DAN! EVERYBODY!)