oh hey wait blogger's turned back into its old self :|a

Today is Friday and I did really nothing constructive after school besides read a very lovely sheep detective story* and also do my math homework, the former of which I enjoyed much more than the latter. At least factoring is easy; Geometry Teacher drilled it so firmly into our heads last year that it's very difficult to forget, though the dumb freshmen in my class who have not had the (dubious) fortune of taking geometry with Geometry Teacher are consequently rather dense in such matters. In fact, some of the freshmen in my math class are just overall very dense; Math Teacher will tell them very specifically not to blurt out the answer and they will raise their hands, every single one of them painfully eager to show off their not-so-precocious talents (some are noticeably more enthusiastic than others, though that's not saying much, when their base mode of existence in class seems to be 'OOHHH TEACHER TEACHER I KNOW THE ANSWER OOHH OOOHH CALL ON ME TEACHER I KNOW I'M SMART'), and promptly proceed to blurt out the answer.

It is pathetic. Even the teacher gets fed up on a daily basis.

Anyway, in other news, tomorrow is Homecoming which is supposed to be a big deal but it isn't, not really, though the parade is rather fun. I'm going to be taking the PSAT tomorrow morning, and of course that's going to be oh-so-fun. And then I get to march with Chinese Club's float and shout cheesy slogans ('Beijing Welcomes You!'), probably, but there's candy so that's okay. And of course I'm not going to the dance, because that would just be silly.

And then more things are going to happen this weekend and it makes me feel like I actually have a social life, except I don't. Wheee.


I don't have any drawings to show you today.


So, yeah, I think that's it.


xiy

*the two things which I love to see mentioned in any sort of fiction is either a) sheep or b) the French Revolution; I'm not sure why. Probably I'm weird.