Uhhhh.....

I can't think of a post title. Mainly because the stuff I plan to be writing about it a random collection of things that has happend to me the past couple of days.

So. Yesterday was the first day of school. And it was... alright. I guess. All of my horrible memories of school came flooding back to me the second I stepped in the door and it felt like summer had never happened. Just another school day. Everything exactly the same. I got sort of lucky I suppose. My three best friends were all in my homeroom (we travel to all of our classes with our homeroom. I know. My school is really small). Bad news- I happen to be in the classroom with the really small lockers. Seriously. I mean, the size of a shoebox small. And the ones in the other eigth grade homeroom are, like the normal size ones. At least my teacher just assigned two rows of lockers on the edge of the bank so I get to share the middle locker wih the person across from me (my best friend Ursula). And the two of us share a full length locker outside that's just for coats and stuff like that. Anyways, we got a teacher this year who is brand new to the school because the old eigth grade English/ homeroom with tiny lockers teacher who I really was looking forward to getting left the school. New teacher's name is Mrs. Signorelli. Or as I like to call her, Senora Gnocci. (Note- in Italian the gn sound is pronounced nya. Gnocci is a type of Italian pasta. I can never remember her real name.)But she has no idea what she is doing. She treats us like fifth graders. Today she read us a story out loud called "Eleven" about how birthdays are like onions and this girl who cries over a sweater that I liked in the fifth grade when I was Eleven but was extremely bored with today. I found myself wishing for Amanda and Christina.

But we haven't gotten to the crappy part of the day yet. On the morning of my first day, the principal called me into her office and asked me to write a speech and present it to the new parents on Friday night (she only gave me one day to write it.) I said no because Friday also happens to be Ursula's birthday party which I promised I would go to weeks ago. I mean, come on, you can't miss your best friend's 13th birthday. And when I told my principal I couldn't go because "I already had other obligations" she started making whiny sarcastic noises to me and said something about how I wasn't any use to her and then dismissed me. I had a terrible stress headache for the rest of the day. And that's why when I got home (to an empty house no less- both of my parents were at work and don't have time for any phone call longer than thirty seconds) I ate a large plate of Chinese food and chocolate brownie my grandmother made and watched half a season of Sienfeld on DVD.That made me feel better.

And my cat is sick. I mean, not deathly ill or anything, but we found out he had hyperthyroid, which is where your thyroid produces too many hormones. So he's going to be on two pills a day for the rest of his life. He's been hanging out with me a lot more lately. Like he'll come in and sleep next to me at night. He's so cute. In fact, he's sitting on my lap right now.

I have a busy next two days. Friday, like I said, is Ursula's birthday party so I'm going to Arirang with her. And Saturday is the audition for my theater group, to determind which part I'll get. I'm singing "As Long as he Needs Me" from Oliver and doing a monologue about coathanger sculptures that I barely have memorized. Ugh. I have to work on that. Wish me luck!

Okay. This is a REALLY long post so I should probably shut up now considering I sound all depressed and miserable and emo too. I'll try to come up with a list of songs I like, that seeming to be the current trend, but right now my obsessions are Fall Out Boy (especially Sugar We're Goin Down) and Call Me When You're Sober by Evanesence.

M.E.