School Again

Second day back to school today. Yesterday I was really annoyed at my having to go to school, but Alex going to school and then having to go home as school was not on was definitly a highlight to my day :p
You know that feeling, just before school starts, where you feel all optomistic about working, but at the same time, you know the feeling is superficial and will pass soon. Also, my normal schoool moto of When thou art giving homework, thous should go in the internet for guidance does not coincide with these new and scary thoughts. So now I am in conflict with myself. I have an urge to focus on my work and make something of myself, countered by my urge to blow everything off and go on the internet. I wonder which of these powerful forces will win? Hm.

Also during the holiday I forgot about the problem of dinner times. My friends are very superficial and spend way too much of their time talking about other people. I thought I had cunningly solved this problem by bringing in a pack of cards, but apparently playing slam isn't a suitable pastime for young ladies. Young ladies my ass. Fuck Mrs Taylor, I felt like gambling all her money away in vegas just to spite her. No one can say she doesn't deserve it.

She so has it in for me, I am not kidding, the lady hates me. When we were rehersing for our assembly, I was like the only one who had actually found something to say, and she fucking told me off for speaking into my bleeping scarf! I was so pissed off at her. And then she totally let the idiots who were messing around off. Well fuck them all.

Uh-oh, this is getting a little angsty isn't it? Well lets tone it down.

Yesterday, when I forgot to update as I had two huge essays to do, (Thanks Garfy!) I found something funny. I was sitting on the computer and my mom came in and asked me to take some wrapping paper down from the top shelf that she couldn't reach, but new that with my aptitude for heights, I would relish the oppurtunity to jump on a few chairs. The funny thing was the way she said it. She went "Sarah" as though I was a cute dog or something, that needed to be coaxed into doing things. You know when you are trying to get a dog to come and sit on you, and you call it's name and pat your knees? I half expected her to whistle or something.
now I think about it, maybe it wasn't so much funny, as I was a walking bottle of caffeine. Yep, that's definitly it.

Grah my friends are all like, Can we go Sarah? We suck, we need to eat to stop our whining, so I suppose I have to go eat. This is lunchtime by the way, I'm at school. So I suppose I have sorted out what to do at lunchtimes huh?