tbqb12

my stupid mouth
2004-02-23 20:20:29 (UTC)

gay men and gambling

first of all, i want to beg for forgiveness for the awful
mistake i made in my last entry when i referred
to "annoying right wing extremists who have been to
italy." it was clearly a mistake, and i promptly corrected
it after lindsay pointed it out. i meant annoying LEFT
wing extremists. i have no idea what i was thinking, and i
hope i didn't offend any fellow republicans.

the first day back from vacation is always terrible. i
suppose today was no exception. i finished my take-home
test for english around 10:15 last night, got ready to
print it out, and discovered that there was no ink in the
printer (and we don't have anymore). i saved the test to
disk and even tried closing microsoft and reopening the
file just to make sure the disk was okay. of course, the
disk was fine at home. at school, however...that's another
story. i first tried my english teacher's computer. no
luck. other people had no trouble with their disks. i
went to a teacher whose computer i know i've used before to
try to print it out there. that just happened to be mr.
haebler. yeah, welcome back. i walked in, and it was as
if he knew why i was there. i tried to be polite and
cheery, but he just held out his hand to take the disk.
granted, he could probably see it in my hand, but how did
he know that's what i needed? it didn't work there
either. he suggested getting help from either one of the
tech ed teachers or mr. cusick. now, you need to
understand my feelings about mr. cusick since those were
the pre-online journal days. he was the first teacher i
ever really (i don't want to say "hated") despised. i
hated his "sense of humor;" he thought he was really
funny. he showed definite favoritism, and he seemed rather
indifferent towards me, which was annoying. and once, he
lost my poetry test and returned it at least a month later
than everyone else's. and another time, he made me miss my
bus so that i could stay and finish a test (hey, it was
that same poetry test!!!!!!!).

so i tend to avoid him. i told my english teacher that i
needed to go see one of the otrher guys, but she suggested
mr. cusick. grrr so he couldn't get it to open anyway.
now i have to e-mail it to her. oh well. at least she
didn't accuse me of not having it done.

then there was an awful incident in french class of which i
will not speak because it's one of those things that only
happens in the embarassing moments column of seventeen
magazine. *sigh*

and of course, there were study hall and stats class, the
only bright moments of any day. mr. mulcahy just let us
talk all period while he finsihed correcting the tests that
he had over a week to correct. i found out that a girl in
that class tried to "kill" her mother over vacation. how
nice. who tells this to their peers?

study would've been better with lindsay there. apparently,
the "rap duo" saw "the butterfly effect" over vacation, and
that's all they talked about all period. i didn't care
about what they had to say even though they kept telling me
about parts of the movie, and nick didn't care either, but
that's probably because they didn't invite him to go with
them. i asked why they couldn't have talked about the
movie after they saw it, on the ride home. the
response: "joel was driving. he can't talk while he
drives." it was something ridiculous like that. i saw a
movie over vacation, too ("50 first dates"), but i didn't
subject everyone to an in-depth description of every scene,
complete with recitations of nearly all of the lines. the
other big thing concerned fruit-flavored water. who knew
it could tear apart friendships? nick asked me to walk out
to the parking lot with him at the end of the day (ok, he
said, "go this way" but wutevs). and i tried to explain
that he needs to do his homework because my life has turned
into simply me doing everyone else's work for them. he
asked why i didn't like jeff (because, clearly, not wanting
him to copy my homework indicates that i don't like him),
and he tried to convince me that jeff's a "good kid."
yeah, they're all good kids until they don't get their
way.

funny story: i told josh that the college of st. rose has
a class called "mathematics for gaming and gambling." and
he said, "what?! gay men and gambling?" no, no, josh.
pull yourself together. oh, and here's a new one for you:
everyone at sears used to think josh and i were something
more than friends (which is completely disgusting), but
never before had i heard a "is she your sister?" that's
incredibly laughable.




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