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That's right.
The featured blogs on Xanga are fun to read, though!
Regardless, I'll be writing more on that site from now on until I get frustrated and migrate back here.
Happy trails!
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| It's been a very interesting weekend.
Thursday, in my crazed attempt to go to the bathroom after school hours, I tripped over a step on the gym stairwell and fell forward, landing on my palms and knees, and bruising my right knee. Megan had to help me up since I was in a fit of hysterical laughter.
Friday, I went out to Stonestown with Thurston after school (Megan ditched us to get Korean food with her family!), and nearly tripped over a wayward sidewalk crack, but I thankfully caught myself (no thanks to Thurston, of course). I watched Red Eye with him back at my house since I love that movie so much. (:
Saturday, I attended my usual martial arts class and then went to the library with my family. I checked out about fifteen novels that I know I don't have time to read in the near future. The five us of ended up going to USF for a basketball game. USF won against LMS, 88-76, or something along those lines. Eh, basketball games aren't too much of a big deal to me...we went because my dad has connections and it was free (for us). I THINK I'm getting over my cheese issue? Dunno, it's an on-and-off thing...because I was able to painlessly eat some nachos, and I also discovered that I must've burned off my taste buds or something because the jalapeno peppers tasted like nothing. Bleh.
I came home ... and exploded at "Subject P," engaging in a heated, one-hour-and-fifteen-minute discussion with him. He says I should have just been direct to his face instead of bottling all these feelings up...but, how the heck was I supposed to know that he is completely stupid to the bazillion hints that have been dropped like seagull crap all around him?! On that note, he seemed a little more tolerable today...neither of us are acknowledging the existence of the talk, but he appears to be more cautious around me. No big deal; gives me less to get angry over.
Oh, Sunday. I went to the zoo for the first time in a month, and oh, what a welcome back!
I and two others were assigned to big pens...it started off normally; all the animals were still in their enclosures, so the locks on some of the cages were still shut (some animals, like Sassafrass the prehensile-tailed porcupine, are really nice and won't do anything to you while you clean their cage). Mind, the locks are supposed to be open by the adult staff only for a pretty good reason.
Emily, one of my partners, went ahead and fetched the keys, unlocking ALL the cages. While she did this, I was sweeping out Sassafrass's enclosure in between trips to the kitchen to take her food dish and water bowl in. I saw Emily open the cages out of the corner of my eye...but I thought nothing of it. After I swept Sassafrass's floor clean, I moved onto Harley the kinkajou's cage, since it was the next one over.
... Admittedly, I should have considered the fact that it was Emily who unlocked the cage, not any member of the staff. I scanned Harley's enclosure; he was not in plain view, though there were a lot of scattered blankets and three carriers within, and I assumed the cage to be empty. Harrison walked by and we gave each other nods of acknowledgment, and I opened the cage. I stepped inside the cage, shut the door behind me, and... oh, god.
All of a sudden, Harley, who I only recognized as a brown, furry thing, jumped out of nowhere and latched himself onto my left hip/leg area. He was shrieking while biting and clawing at me in a rage; I vainly attempted to get him off me with a push of my left hand, but I didn't want to hurt him even though he was eating away at my leg, because I was both in shock and...hey, it's Harley. Everyone loves Harley (except for me, because even after this attack I can't say I've gotten a really good look at him...so I can't tell what he looks like, and this attack was the closest thing to petting him that I've ever gotten). Plus, it wasn't like he was doing anything wrong, since it was all out of instinct...
Somewhere in the middle of this I let out a peep, and Harrison came back, quickly opened the gate, and ripped Harley off my leg. THANK GOD FOR HIM, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WOULD HAVE DONE. He put Harley in a separate carrier and told me to sit down...man, I felt so stupid, having stepped into the cage with Harley still in it. I apologized, but Harrison said it wasn't my fault, and Elaine took a look at my wound. She said that Harley's done worse to others...but mine wasn't anything to laugh at.
They said I could rest a bit, but the wound wasn't TOO serious, so I just got back to work and I cleaned Harley's cage. I was a little weary of venturing inside the enclosure a second time...but I remembered that the kinkajou was safely locked in his carrying case. Ugh. I don't think Emily was even aware of her mistake and what had happened--she was dealing with Inti the bobcat's cage about four enclosures over--and when she came to me to tell me that she had to leave early...she made no indication of holding any knowledge of the event.
I hope something like this doesn't happen to anyone else. The wound isn't pretty--I can see exactly where Harley's two front paws clung to my leg as indicated by two medium-sized bruises; there are four marks where he bit me twice (one mark for the upper teeth and one mark for the lower teeth...times two) over two large bruises; the open wounds are red like the color of blood, but none has flowed thus far. My leg hurt the rest of the day yesterday and all day today, so I spent my time hobbling this where and that (it hurts if I bend my knee or bring it up...)...it's constantly hurting, which makes me wonder if the swelling is responsible, but the pain is bearable. I just don't want to amplify it any more. o_o
So, yeah. I got mauled by a kinkajou. Very interesting experience. I don't think there are many people in the world that can say that they've been attacked by one... Hell, there aren't a lot of people who know what a kinkajou is.
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| My mother, whom I haven't really spoken to much of late, approached me while I was in the midst of doing my homework and randomly told me that she doesn't think I should listen to Avenue Q due to the explicit lyrics. It was kind of funny; imagine, the horror after discovering that you've taken your teenage daughter to an X-Rated musical and then finding out a few months later that she is in possession of the soundtrack. She seemed really prepared to argue with me: the look on her face after realizing that all I had to respond with was an apathetic nod without lifting my eyes. Eh. I have to admit, some of the tracks are pretty disgusting--there are only a select few that I like, so I think I'll keep listening to those songs even though I told my mom I'd stop altogether.
I got into an argument with her a few weekends back, over laundry. Christ, I don't understand why I got so worked up over it--I could feel the pressure building up in my head and I had to take lengths to calm myself down lest I start crying ( ... over laundry), but I think it was because it's been a solid year since I last fought with her? Could be, or it might just be because both my parents have this talent of getting their kids to cry every time there's a serious discussion or feud.
Peer Resources ...
... Adee's been trying really hard to get Megan and I to feel comfortable in the 9/10 Research class. It's safe to say that I don't like the class, I don't like the other students (save for Megan, of course), and I don't want to be in the class. I wanted to use the 9/10 Peer Resources class as "compensation," credit-wise, for all the after school work I put into the program. Goddammit. If I stick to this class, I'm going to be tacking an independent research project (AKA, using Mr. Mar's 9/10 Health class students as guinea pigs for a study on stress levels and ways to relieve it) AND the planning of the Stress-Free Fair (I do NOT remember having a bounce house at Lowell last year; having it again is the plan for this year) on top of leading the Tuesday After School Mentors class, organizing Peer Resources sweatshirts for the four of us (Ruby, Jonathan, Megan and I) as well as the 26+ other coaches who don't do jack, and PRO-Catwalk. Oh, lord. I still have to email the sweatshirt dude. I told him I'd email him on Friday. Then I told myself I'd send the email out on Tuesday. That never happened.
Maybe, in a parallel, alternate crazy universe, I would love to be in the 9/10 Research class. By "alternative crazy universe," I mean a universe where the other students in that class actually cared about the program. They don't. They're just lying to Adee, putting on their happy smiles and feigning sincerity...
For God's sake, when Adee steps out of the room, they turn time on the clock forward. They rip open the ceiling and hide things in there. They toss balls around, knocking over the orchids...and...one of them licks things. I feel like I should be more cautious about what I touch in that room from now on.
The only problem is, I can't say to Adee, "I don't want to be in the 9/10 Research class because the other students are obviously there for show" ...
I can't stand fakes. They all unravel as soon as authority is out of sight and earshot...
There's a part of me that senses that Adee knows this fact as well. The other day, she noted how Megan and I get most of the work done...
I don't know anything else to do except for wait until the six-week's lee-way time Adee's granted us is passed and I can finally get away from those upperclassmen.
In light of this, March's PRO-Catwalk project will be fairly easy; we don't have to make anything up from scratch because we'll be helping Nurse Rainey with the Food and Fitness Fair. Perhaps, this month, I'll be spared of the anxiety and pessimism that always creeps up on me in the coming days before the event...because this time, it isn't something that's being attempted for the first time in Lowell history.
Though, it'll feel weird not rushing to get a bunch of posters done. I may struggle to draw and color all those awkward-looking butcher-paper posters that the students see on the catwalk, but there's a strong feeling of satisfaction that comes with seeing people view them--or enjoy them, even, as with the animal project back in December. (:
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| Hm. Does this count as a "diary"? My entries are not consistent; I write when I want to, and even then, I write when I can. All the same, there was a suggestion earlier this week or two that I and the other students in the 9/10 Peer Resources Research class keep "diaries" during our pursuit in the research of stress to gauge our own levels ...
Oh! If I'm lucky, no one will pursue that suggestion! Eh heh.
Is it possible to hate someone so much that you feel nauseous whenever you're around them, going to be around them or just experienced them? For the past two weeks up until Friday, I've felt like keeling over and vomiting on school days at 11:40 AM - 11:44 AM on my way to Chinese. On Friday, I just felt terrible coming out of Chinese at Mod 13--it was a stronger feeling then the other days, as I felt that I had to slow my breathing lest something unwanted force it's way out...
... It was probably just the Chinese food on Friday. I've never had niangao before that day, and I didn't feel that great after downing it. But, still...
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| I got "chewed out" for being stupid yesterday. And by "chewed out," I mean to say that Adee approached me about the issue.
First off, Adee was all day yesterday because she had to go to a meeting. Whoever decided to vandalize the Peer Resources bulletin board picked one helluva day to screw around.
I spotted their handiwork right after Reg, because I walk down that part of the hallway to meet Megan if she isn't already waiting outside of my Reg. I was initially pissed to the point where I wanted to put a threatening message on the board directed to the culprits, only to be later dissuaded. My temper simmered down during Chemistry, after which I tore down the violated sheets of yellow paper and stomped off to Peer Resources.
As I previously noted, Adee was absent, so we had a substitute. I used this time to write out a couple words onto a paper I was planning on sticking on the board.
Sheet #1:
Dear You,
Vandalism is bad.
It makes my heart sad.
So please, don't do it anymore.
Love, Me Sheet #2:Once upon a time there was a purple seal. Her name was Alfredo. She loved to roller blade and make daisy chains. [insert image of a happy seal saying, "I <3 the world!" here]
Sheet #3:One day, Alfredo went to her favorite daisy patch to make chains. To her horror, she discovered that the word "LOUIE" had been burned into the grass...twice! She was so sad that she killed her brothers. The end. Sheet #4:Alfredo attended Lowell High School in San Francisco, California. Unfortunately, she was a seal, so she got kicked out. Saddened, she spent the rest of her days frolicking in the sea. THE END Sheet #4 was borne out of Megan's rejection of Sheet #3--she said that it would only encourage more of this behavior, which I agree with. After Megan and I finished doing a terrible job of re-covering the Peer Resources board with brown paper after school today, only Sheet #2 and Sheet #4 made it up. I decided against stapling Sheet #1 up for the same reasons. ... Now, after school YESTERDAY was a disaster. Sort of. Wednesdays is the normal day for PRO-Catwalk meetings in T-14B. Unfortunately, due to Adee's absence, by the time I scrambled down to the bungalows, the door was locked. I tried going next door, to the Wellness Center, but it was locked too. Megan, Jonathan and Ruby were off doing their own thing, and it was my job to get into the room. Crud. I was pretty irritated after neither Megan, Ruby or Jonathan answered my cell phone calls, the fact that my Chemistry binder (with my homework...) was in the room, and that fifteen minutes of knocking didn't elicit any responses. As expected, I lost my temper and proceeded in violently kicking, bashing, pounding and punching the door to the Wellness Center. By this time, my three friends had arrived and were confused as to why the door was locked shut. My violent outburst brought out this lady that I've never seen before to the door. My first reaction was, "Yay, finally!" ... though that later shifted to, "Why the hell didn't you open the stupid door?" I didn't count on her being in a bad mood as well. Amanda: WeareapartofPeerResourcesandweneedtousetheroomtodayafterschool. Lady: Calm down! Say that again. Amanda: [inhaling] We're from Peer Resources and we're supposed to use the room for a meeting today. Lady: Well, we were told to promptly lock up. Can't you meet in the main building instead? Amanda: No. Adee ALWAYS lets us use the room. Lady: Well, I can't let you in. Amanda: ... Let me at least get my books; they're inside. Lady: Alright, fine, but--what's your name? Amanda: Amanda. Lady: You need to calm down. I'm in the middle of a session and you can't be--doing this! She let me in (rather hesitantly, might I add) and I stumbled into the other room, nearly breaking a coffee table on the way to my Chemistry binder. I scooped up my possessions and decided against going the way I came--the last thing I wanted was to exchange another word with the lady--so I just went out through the door for T-14B. And then, I heard her voice. Lady: Close the door! I didn't say anything, holding the door open and turned away, ignoring her. Lady: Close the door, now! I shifted myself away from the door and let it shut. And I felt like crap. Ergo, in a "I hope that lady dies a horrible, horrible, terrible, bloody death before ever seeing the light of day again" way. And we left. Since it was relatively early, before 4PM, the four of us headed off to Noreiga to unwind. ... And, yeah. Adee asked Megan and I about the incident today after school. Turns out it was all a product of miscommunication--Adee had forgotten to tell someone to leave the place open for us. Gah. And now I have to go apologize to the lady. Well, I don't "have to," but Megan wants to. But I don't. I hate apologizing to adults. I guess I have to live up to this. ... | | |
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