a little bit of nothing

And I think it's hungry. *hides*






So yes, the swine flu. The world's going batshit crazy about it. In my little corner of the world no one's been reported to have it, though I fear for Caitlyn, who went home early.

My former Lang. Arts teacher is a total germophobe and he totes disinfected every inch of his classroom, I swear. Mr. W wants us to wipe our desks down twice a week instead of twice a month. Mr. L, my current science teacher, bought hand sanitizer. Mrs. F doesn't seem that perturbed.

Go Mrs. F. :P

We had a two-day mock-trial for John Brown. Yeah, for two days I wore a suit to school. I love my suit jacket; it's very presidential. ;]

The trial's utter fail, btw. Mr. W seriously rigged it. What the frak? We found Brown innocent and he turned the camera off and yelled at us.

I was a defense witness whose character's father was in the prosecution. Does that remind you of anyone? Especially since I tried to make a passionate speech about justice and my "dad" was all like, "wtf?". It was LOL. And the judge kept spinning around in his chair. The baliff swore in the attorney instead of the witness, which was LOL, too. And Caitlyn was doing camera duty and constantly zoomed in on people's zits and freckles and stuff. x]

I want a blooperreel. I mean, I seriously screwed up my part... :P Hopefully no one will call me out on bad grammar 'cos I used "me and my friend" instead of "my friend and I". It's called NERVES. :P

In other news...
I made three animated "Battlestar Twilightica" icons. Why, no, this isn't supposed to be a jab at ANYTHING. *looks innocent*.
( of three things i was absolutely positive )
(unfortunately the second and the third are too big for LJ. I have no idea how to "downsize" them. :P)

I also made icons off of the kittycats.
( cat, i'm a kittycat. and i dance dance dance and i dance dance dance. )

I don't wanna go to school. I wanna stay home and watch BSG. :P

We have to write odes in Language Arts, and I wrote one for A/R. It doesn't feel very ode-ish, though. *sigh*

OFUBSG is coming along well. The A/R fangirls have a club. And they have a plan (which then backfires dramatically, but ohwells).

One of my friends is currently in a very, very nice relationship with a guy named David. This morning, they were sitting together in THE most adorable pose. I didn't have a camera, but I did have a pencil. So I sketched the pose. I had drawn it on the back of some printout to save paper, so I edited out the lines on the back  as nicely as I can...
( Roslin and Adama under the cut )

I don't have homework on the day when we actually get enough time to do homework from different classes. Isn't that evil?

Why is it that Wednesdays tend to be the day when teachers just don't pile on the stuff? >.>

Found a really depressing poem at school today about a girl named Jane who died of a broken heart.

Yup.

If someone commits suicide later this week, I'll know who wrote it.

Heard all about it. It's a game where students get into groups and are assigned a country or tribe of people that was in Europe in the Middle Ages, like the Anglo-Saxons, the Vikings, the Poles, and so on. I was a Viking back in my time playing that game and we did research on Norway, Sweden, Finland, and Iceland. Shame I'm not there again. I could have asked certain LJ friends about that place *coughmisscamcough*.

Anyways, I heard from the teacher organizing the game. The Vikings won. Whoo! *waves Viking banner*

Actually, it wasn't so bad in the morning...okay, the history test wasn't too bad and in the physics lab our group's poorly constructed (like cardboard and scotch tape bad) car actually managed to protect a raw egg from impact at 150 centimenters. But I should have gotten a signal during lunch--someone took my luchbox. I think I'll move to Middle-earth; at least the Elves won't steal your pink lunchbag that you've had ever since sixth grade.
 
So I went hunting all over the school. I asked the principal to let me hunt in the classrooms. It's nice that my mom has a coffee vending machine thingy installed in the teachers' lounge there...it means the principal and my mom know each other. And that extends to me. So he unlocks the door to one of the classrooms for me and that search is fruitless along with all the other hunts. I realize I left my pencil box in math and go to get it. The teacher told me never to leave my stuff lying around in those desks or she'll give me a 200 word essay on why I shouldn't do that. I think I'll move to Middle-earth; at least the hobbits won't care if you leave your stuff lying around in desks. I think.

During study hall this wierdo who sits next to me starts making cracks about the teacher's breasts. Thank Eru said teacher was out walking her dog. She's the only one who has a dog on campus because that dog, a female golden retriever named Violet, is a guide dog in training. So the teacher was out walking Violet and the guy next to me starts claiming that "Ms. D has to wrap hers around her arms and tie them in knots before she can even fit them in a bra" and that "Girls probably can't feel a thing, so why is it whenever their tits get punched they're all like 'OMG I think you gave me tit cancer it hurts!' and all that shit? It's not like they're balls...yeah right, Camille, oh so you're saying that girls have balls on their tits? Testicle-boobs! Testicle boobs! Flat-chested girls's tits probably just haven't dropped yet". Annoying little bastard. I'm starting to think he wrote "Celebrian", you know, that terrible smut fic that can turn any self-respecting girl into a feminist? LotR smut fic or not, I think I'll move to Middle-earth. The members of the Fellowship probably aren't that unchivalrous to harass girls about their breasts--no, I'm near certain they won't. Chivalry in Middle-earth is alive and well. As opposed to Earth. No wonder there's so many "Girl-gets-dropped-into-Middle-earth" Suefics.

Then, during PE, two guys started making fun of my Chinese name. My Chinese name sounds like the Chinese word for "moon", but pronounced incorrectly it'll sound like the English personal pronoun "you". So they started making fun of my Chinese name. I nearly kicked one of the guys because I was already in a bitchy mood after study hall. Wish I could move to Middle-earth; at least there China doesn't even exist and I can always call myself "Eledhwen Elerossiel". Or something a whole lot more awesome than "Yue" or "Jennifer". 

Then came sixth period. I'm a teacher's aide during sixth, aiding my former science teacher. We know each other very well, and she knew immediately that I was in a grumpy mood. So she kept her distance for a while, letting me write out a harassment report against the kid in study hall. On Wednesday he'll probably get what's coming to him, the arrogant, sexist jerk. I'm tempted to say "douche bag", but that's not exactly mature. Anyways...after I gave the report to the principal, my former science teacher then confronted me about my grouchy attitude and tried to cheer me up. One of the students who was making fun of my name is in her class, and she had me talk to him. I felt more like yelling at him, but that was all nice and resolved. He's generally a good kid, but...whatever. 
I like my former science teacher. At least she cared. At least she made me realize that even in Middle-earth there will be someone who will steal your food, make lewd remarks about people, and make fun of your name. 

Oh, and I eventually found my lunchbox, but someone stole the cookies I had for packed for dessert. I blame hobbits.