Get down from your high horse

My internet has been a jerk the past few days so I haven't been able to post. Obviously.

Sound of Music had its final performance on Sunday.
Let us take a moment to rejoice...


*********YES!!!!*************

Ok, I feel better now. I can finally rest easy! I have time to do other things rather then sleep! I don't have to kiss anyone I don't want to! I don't have to wear those ugly/itchy/stupid costumes! I don't have to sing those idiot songs! I can go to track practice...oh wait. That isn't exciting. I am so far behind everyone. I am so out of shape. I came in last in my best race. Crap. And now I can't really use easter break to catch up BECAUSE (this leads me to my next point)

I have a breathing condition now! I beleive regular allergies mixed with all the crap I inhaled from tearing down the som set screwed up my lungs. I started wheezing Sunday night, at the cast party, and by noon the next day, I could hardly breathe. My mom could hear me breathing from the other end of the house. So I got some sleep and did the homework I had the books for. On Tuesday I was a little better but still really bad. I had to stop to catch my breath after going DOWN the stairs. I felt so pathetic. Really. But I tried to go to school. I figured, I only had two days before break anyway, I can make it. But I got in my car and took a deep breath, and then started to cry. So yeah, didn't make it to school. My mom took me to the docter and she said the condition I was in was pretty bad, and it wouldn't clear up on its own. So she gave me a breathing treatment at the office and perscribed an inhaler. All that made me breathe alot easier. So I went to school on Wednesday, hacking up a lung and armed with my new trusty inhaler. My friends asked me why I bothered to come on the last day of vacation. The answer: I have no effing idea. So anyway, the morning went along just peachy. I didn't die from lack of oxygen and I made up all the work I missed in my morning classes. Then geometry came. And this is where the title of the blog makes sense, in case you where wondering. In geometry they had a lesson on Monday, work on Tuesday, and where going to have a test on Wednesday. So I went up to my teacher to ask her what she wanted me to do since I didn't have my books home with me those two days, so I couldn't have done any of the work. And this is how thw convo went (My speech is the * and my teacher's is the #)
*what do you want me to do, since I was absent?
#(snotty) Oh, you're taking the test.
*But I didn't have my books with me, I don't even know what the lesson is on.
#(even more snot) Did you go to that cast party on Sunday?
*(thinks: so THATS what this is about) Yes, but that is not why I was absent. I was haveing trouble breathing and I had to go to the doct...
#Fine. I want ALL your homework on Monday then. ALL of it.
*(thinks: like I would only turn in some? Idiot)

Moral of the story: I hate when teachers get up on their high horses and act like they are god. (ok, that really isnt a moral, but whatever) Seriously get over yourself, its geometry. No one cares. And stop jumping to conclusions and throwing false accusations in my face. And why don't you stop and think about things before you get all huffy with me, hmmm? I didn't skip those days. Why would I? It makes NO sense to me. Why would I skip two of the three days before break and come back on the third so I have a ton of homework to make up over break? Does that make any sense to you? No. It makes no sense. Gah.

*slams head on desk*

So my Sound of Music script is ruined. I swear this play is cursed. My script went missing yesterday or the day before, I don't even remeber and silly me just thought it fell under the seat in my car. No. It didn't of course, that would be too easy. Somehow the stupid thing fell OUT of my car in the school parking lot and was left out in the rain. I found it this morning soaking wet and covered with mud. I cried. It was a sad sight to see. I was upset all day. When i got home I rinsed the mud off (because it couldn't get any wetter at that point) and I put it to dry in the bathtub. Now I have to pay $35 for damages. Through the course of the day I have said just about every bad word I know (I even through in some made-up words and a few noises) to release my angst. grrrrr. And I have dress reahersal tonight and I really don't feel like going. And my speech that is due tomorrow? Not finished.

Yeah...

I'm back. I've been so busy lately. And I am exhausted.

The Sound of Music opened last weekend with great reviews. Everyone loves it for some reason and alot of people are coming again to see the performances this weekend. I have one more dress rehearsal tomorrow, and three more perfromances. Then, I'm free...

...except then I have to start running hard core for track. I have missed alot because of the play and I am behind. Really. I went to practice today, and it was pretty sad. The team is in pretty bad shape, on the girl's side anyway. I'm surprised. A lot of girls are hurt or out of shape. We really need to step it up if we are going to be in any shape to compete this year.

I am also behind in my schoolwork. I should really be writing and memorizing a speech I have to give on Thursday, but I REALLY don't feel like it. I hate speech class. It is such a pain. I don't mind giving the speeches, I just hate writing them.

It is also Johnny and I's 7 month today. Should months be celebrated? I don't really think it is that big of a deal. Years, yes. Months? no.

I love...

...days like this. When I get all my work done in school and I have the afternoon free to knit the moebius disaster of 2007 (it will NOT defeat me!) and practice songs for the sound of music or as i like to call it, som. I figure if i have to go to school, I might as well work a little harder while in school so I can have glorious afternoons like these. Of course, It never lasts that long because I have som rehearsal tonight. For three hours...

Yesterday I was told that this blog helps Johnny not miss me so much when he is at school. Sweet thang. Hahahaha I like to say "thang". So John if blogs could talk, this one would say "glad to help".

I don't know what I would do without my friend Melanie. Today we had two laughing attacks for basically no reason. The first was at lunch, because somehow my lunch bag made its way over to her and she picked it up like it was hers, but since she had allready thrown her trash away, she relized her mistake and sat back down at the table. For some reason, her and I found this absolutely histarical. I almost choked on the orange I was eating. Even now I have no idea why we laughed so hard, it wasn't even that funny. The second attack of laughter was in french class. We usually have alot of fun in french, mainly because we don't pay any attention. Which reminds me that I have a test tomorrow...oh well. Anyway, she got up during class to get a kleenex and I asked her to toss me one while she was up. It was a really nice toss too, landed right in my hand. Anyway, that wasn't the funny part. She went to throw her tissue away and I was playing with mine, instead of using it, and she came up behind me and ripped the tissue that I was so carefully folding. And we just busted up. I have NO idea why that was so funny. And then later in the class I would see the little flecks of tissue on my desk and I would bust up again...causing my teacher to ask if there was something wrong with me. I blamed it on Mel, of course. :-D