Love is not a victory march its a cold and its a broken hallelujah...

I can't breathe cuz of this stupid cold! Grr....but I probably won't have to run tomorrow:D:D:D:D:D As you may have noticed, this makes me happy.
Anyway, here was my day:
Science: Got to go early for my guitar lesson. Guitar lesson was pretty good. I'm learning to play The Dutch Courage. Craig is a genius. He's my hero. He can listen to a chord and be like "yeah, this is F minor diminished add 69 with a C bass note" and it amazes me. He can also listen to ANYTHING and tab it out and grrr I wish I was that good!
Math: we were supposed to review but I was making an Alexisonfire medley thingie for Heidi.
Info pro: Did some typing tests and watched this insane movie about resumes. The guy looked like he had a lazy eye and I think he was warm for some old lady's form. Anyway, I don't need to know this stuff, I have Resume Wizard which tells me everything I need to know!
English: read a chapter of the Hobbit. We have a booklet of questions, assignments, and journal responses we have to do. My plan is to read The Hobbit and do the whole shitload of stuff in one go so I can relax for the rest of the time we do The Hobbit!
French: We had a test...got 40 out of 41. I corrected Zayne which is always fun. Here was my personal favorite:
Tu penses toujours a ton estomac (You think always of your stomach)
They finally filled the big stomach.
Mr. Lamers and I have made an arrangement for a movie switch: I get Madagascar, he gets The Poseidon Adventure.
I saw the two littlest Farrells today! They are SO CUTE! So is Cora Lamers. When you stay after school (which I did, and I will explain later) you get to see all the teachers' kids.
Anyway, Amanda and I stayed after school to recycle. We took the cd player from the band room, but its on this rolly stand, and it was SO LOUD! Like, deafening, and we both felt so stupid rolling it all the way to the home ec lab, which is halfway across the school.
I hate hate hate recycling with a passion. It's so gross and people throw their sandwiches and underwear and pieces of paper that say Jodie's Cock on them. Just a few of the treasures we have uncovered.
I got a compliment from Mr. Lamers today! He said that I am really good with languages and it just sticks in my head. Anything does, except for say, science or math. Sometimes if I'm playing Trivial Pursuit or something, things will pop into my head and I don't know where they came from. I have tons of music trivia crammed into my head that I just pick up from magazines and stuff. It's weird, but a pretty good asset to have.
Anyway, I'm pretty much halfway through Catcher in the Rye. It is my opinion that Holden Caulfield is absolutely insane. Sometimes he just goes off on whole other tangents. Like when he's talking about seeing these nuns at the train station with cheap luggage and he starts talking about how he hates cheap luggage and about how he has some roommate who had cheap luggage and he always put his luggage under the bed because he wanted everyone to think that Holden's were his. And the book doesn't really have a plot. Basically he's skipping school and went to New York.
y, I must jet. Ciao homies, I love ya all! (except Heidi ha ha ha ha)