je t'aime

it's thursday. and as you all know i DESPISE thursdays. they're a stain in my week. mostly because i have to go to my dad's house and also because it's when all the weekly  homework and stress likes to hang out.woa. the kid sitting in front of me is on "playlist.com" i wonder if he even KNOWS about grooveshark. you're living in the past, dude!! the past!!
i've got this goofy look on my face because last night jeremy told me "je t'aime". ahh...
how does he know i adore french? and then this morning he called me "belle" which was nice.
*shakes head* BLUGHHH. CALM DOWN.
im calm. in fact im past clam. the world has melted together like a runny finger painting. i feel like i have nothing to worry about. no obligations. most people know this feeling. the wondrous feeling of laziness.
so, i guess i'm doing that blog in every class thing today, huh?
OKAY!
well, last period was ceramics and i couldn't have my computer out. next period is painting but i finished my project so i might be able to blog a little in there. other than that...you got it.
i dont really wanna go to painting. i sit at a table of freshmen. there's one kid who like to say "stupid sophomore.." and then make a sidelong glance at me which i return with raised eyebrows and he shuts up for a while.
also i sit with this girl who like drawing anime-manga characters and she's really good. she can illustrate those japanese comic book things if she wanted. it's nice sitting with her because for once IM not the one being bugged. "can you draw this?" "how do you do that?" Finally. i couldn't ever get any work done.
brrr im colllldddd!! who the crap is controlling the AC in this school?! that warlock from "santa claus is coming to town"? 3 minutes till the bell.
2 minutes.
ZWEI MINUTEN!!!
i've begun to like the number 59. that means it's about time to go. well, i must mute my computer and put my earbuds away. also copy this post incase i lose it when i shut my lid. brb, yo.
now im in chem. sorry i couldnt talk during art. not that it matters.
FRICK why is it so cold in here?! are they trying to be funny?
ah. i dont really want to be trapped in the library for lunch but then again there aren't any clouds int he sky today. i hate that. they just got wiped out.
haha ploense says, "okay we're gonna do a lab tomorrow"
and the majority of the back part of the room went "yayyy" which sounded funny cuz most people are half asleep.
ahhh school. providing me with humor.
our air condition is "moderate" today. that's good. i'd be moderately okay out there.
there's a man lugging a cart full of coolers through the parking lot towards the tennis courts. i think the tennis sessions ended in PE. now they're probly doing soccer.
haha the kids next to me started talking about tennis just now. can people read my mind? are my thoughts being broadcasted with a microphone to everyone in the immediate vicinity?
this tall jock just walked by me to put a paper on ploense's desk. i felt a gust of wind hit me after he passed. it smelled like old spice.
mm. and my hands smell like gilbert. LET ME EXPLAIN. in ceramics, mr. cox has a bottle of lotion for us to use after our hands are all dried out from dealing with clay. it's very manly smelling and gilbert uses it. i usually bring my own lotion but i keep forgetting it. so i had to use the man lotion today.
THERE.
i have part of the superman theme stuck in my head. the one from the first movie? the one the clarinets are playing when he's flying with lois lane?
it's weird to think that teachers have first names. and that they have a life.more or less.
look, medusa's back. hi medusa. (medusa is the name we've given the skeleton that used to be in the biology room)
DODODODOODOOOOOOOOdadadadadadanaaanaaaa...
SHH! SHH!! i know. i know what you're saying. Annabelle, won't you regret not doing any work in class?
PROBABLY. CARPE DIEM! you know, i've never actually seen "the dead poets society". i'm guessing that there's a quirky teacher who teaches kids in a different way but int he end he has to leave or dies or something tragic. and we all realize we have a teacher in life and life is short and...
that's just my gathering.
i like it when ploense caluclates chemical reactions using the window. i like looking past the expo markered periodic symbols off into the distance. as if i was ignoring the concept of chemistry itself. haha
about a half hour until the bell. hang on, ima check echalk and look at the calendar. we have a half day at the end of the month!! WOO!
Pb. that's lead. but i still think of peanut butter. :(
peanut butter isn't an element..
awwwwoh..
ahhh what to do, what to do. i COULD do chem. pfft. just dont be ridiculous. at least have respect for me.
do you have that person that you can never find anything to say to? i do. when i'm trying to think of saying something clever, i turn as intelligent as a bean bag chair. this also happens when im on the phone. i panic. sort of.
WHOA. a wave of sleepiness passed over me. i almost fell asleep on the word "panic"
WHOA it happened again.
why isn't ploense concerned that i'm typing?
ohhh waiiiit im invisible. it doesnt MATTER, does it ploense?! man that open door is tempting. i could just walk up and leave. i'd have to leave my stuff to slip out unnoticed but i could make it. then i could go downstairs and leave out of the door by the stairs. walk down the highway. call a cab. ditch the cab and run as he calls the police cuz i have no money to pay. run to an art museum. hang out there all day.
i'd have to sneak in, of course. somehow. but if i make it that far, there's no stopping me. don't you think?
freaking gilbert. singing christmas songs in first hour. ERGH. HE KNOWS HOW I FEEL ABOUT THAT!
fifteen minutes left. people are still on numbers one and two on today's assignment. good grief. and THEY'RE the ones who've paid attention.
ugh. school doesn't teach us what we need to know. i mean, if people actually read...
school's trapping us with their classroom and enclosed thinking.it makes me sad.
and what's worse, i have no idea what im doing after highschool.
jeremy is a senior. he has a job and he doesnt want to grow up yet. poor jeremy:( at least i have about a year..year and a half to figure out what im gonna do. im thinking about going to art school somewhere. after that i don't know. maybe move to jackson county. hopefully find a husband by then. start a family. wait.
actually, it'd be nicer to get married after college and THEN move, so i wouldn't have to go alone.
one of the things about being a wallflower is that not being noticed or acknowledge does NOT equal being exempt from what's going on. if they get homework, so do you. if they get yelled at, so do you.
i can usually just fly over the week without skimming the surface of doing actual work but thursday always snags me.
EGH *tear slips out* i don't wanna get braces.
and i have to. soon.
big metal. teeth on top of my teef. a pain in the arsenic monosulfide. WOO! two minutes left! goal achieved. no work done. again.
hi. in german. listening to thrice, texting jeremy and kinda doing rosetta stonnnnnee yeahh rock on.
ah german class. how you pain me.
my stomach's rumbling. it's been doing that since seminary. 0.o just cuz i didn't eat those stupid tooty fruities.
which happens to be generic way of saying "fruit loops". DONT JUDGE ME. i eat cereal in a bag. that's how i was raised. cereal in a box was like..a delicacy.
i hoe youre happy. hastings just caught me not doing my work. he hissed my name as he passed behind me. funny though. he sounded more disappointed that he caught me. eh. rosetta stone's LAME. and i am doing it. just taking breaks to talk to you..
HEYY hastings is letting us watch scrubs clips. haha i remember this episode.they had a german patient.and then we find out elliot can speak german.
WOAA now we get to watch a conan clip. i love conan. ahhh im so happy right now. let me

 calm down. phoo.i got to watch two of my favorite shows. in one class period yay!
to say "i love you" in german you say ICH LIEBE DICH!! and it sounds so frightening.
haha. i like je t'aime better.hee. i get goosebumps thinking that jeremy LOVES me. and not like "haha annabelle you're funny and weird but i love you" it's like...love...
heeheehee


i need ot learn french. I MUST. ICH BRAUCHE. KEINE DEUTSCH!
there's alligators in arizona's lakes.
TOD. (sounds like toads) means death. AUF DEUTSCH.
languages are so interesting to me. i love the sound of spanish. i wish i could get gilbert to read a book in spanish to me, or at least record it so i can carry it around.
HALF AMOUNT OF BATTERY LEFT! i'll talk later. reserving life.

now im geometry. im always the first one in here because i come from the library and everyone dawdles outside of the door. too cool to come in an sit down? really? okay.
so i checked out three books. of which two i will read because i accident;y got the second book in a series instead of the first one. and i also found out scott westerfeidl wrote a series called 'the midngihters" OH SWEET MOTHER OF LITERATURE! im geeking out.
the air freshener from yesterday is apparently still going strong. it smells like rebellion. the smell is telling me to ditch class. but i won't.
there's colored pencils on the desks. so far everyone' who's entered the room, has said "COLORED PENCIIILS!" as if it was the highlight of their day. or they were trying to be funny and cute. which isn't working.
ohhh burn.
my bag is so full of books. it looks swollen. swollen with awesomeness!
im glad i switched seats. i used to sit by someone who looked at me like i was insane and snapped loudly on her gum to get my attention. her stare was unnerving.
she also asked me to make "doodle pages" for her. i did a couple, but it became tiring.
now i sit all by myself. in one desk out of three. i think im supposed to be sitting next to two other people but they sit where ever they want. i dont really care where i sit, i just want to leave.

i dont wanna practice nets. you think i cant identify a CUBE?
mm?! i'll show YOU a cube.
we're taking notes today. awesome. good times. sweet. because that's what i need in my life.
AGH!!
 using active inspiring. i think mine is broken because it is neither active NOR inspiring. but at least i get to draw. im drawing zombies limping across the page.
and mickey mouse. and bender from futurama.
i have trouble drawing spongebob. i can draw Patrick okay.
there's a girl in front of me who likes to whine about class. she has a really nasally voice. she ends her complaints with the sound "uh". for instance: "but it's boriiiinnnng-uh". but she's one of the best at math, so i still respect that. 
megh. this class will be the death of me. my teacher's going to blow bubbles. he brought a giant orange bucket full of soapy water up to the front by the 3-d models of the shapes.
i could tell where he was going because we did this in like fourth grade.
why is everyone so excited? oh wait. they're all spoiled closed minded little kids...almost. not all of them. but most. very inconsiderate people.
haha i remember when i first went into fifth grade over at walker butte..and i heard the f word all the time. i was traumatized. now it's just annoying how much i hear it in here. it's like a giant flashback.
disrespectful kids.
this kid kept putting on his hat an my teacher told him to take it off and he says, "GOSHDANGET. THSI GUY'S ALL OVER MY CASE!" i may have censured that a bit..
but..the teacher mumbled to himself for a moment and continued teaching.
i hate doormat teachers. i like mean teachers. like mr. cox. it feel better when a teacher snaps at me than when they just look at me blankly and move on.
or take interest in me at all. somehow.
unless they do what mr. bailey did. he pulled me aside yesterday because i was feeling melancholy from my walk and my head sloshed around with thoughts. he said, "annabelle, are you alright?"
and i said, "yeah. i'm fine," and i couldnt look at his dark blue eyes. i just couldnt.
"you sure?" he asked.
"i'll be fine," i said.
"do you need me to-"
"no. i'm good. i'm just..i'm okay.." i said, making my voice a little higher so i didn't sound unenthused. then i backed away to my desk.
i hate it when teachers do that. that's happened to me a few times. they see me upset. why dont my parents do that?
ugh. not that it would matter.
DECA IS TEN. DECA IS TEN.
my head feels like it's bleeding. 37 minutes left.
ugh.
well...at 1:00, there will be 35 minutes left. and only liek 30, because the last five minutes we jsut sit there. and then minutes 1-20 go through the slowest. but if i dont go looking at the clock all the time, i can get through it okay.
whoa. the bubbles are cool. i like seeing the shimmery purple and green colors on it.
someone just asked why you couldn't blow bubbles to come out in a cube shape. i want to hit my head on the desk. i suppose i could beginning to explain that bubbles have minimal surface structure and SPHERE'S have minimal surface structures, but even that would make their heads explode.
there are mathematical equations on bubbles. isn't that fantastic?
ah. nature is fantastic.
only 29 mintues left. NIIICE. to fast forward time i just need to think abotu the wonder of bubbles.
i like that when you   dip the pentagon structure in, the soapy film clings to the edges and makes crazy shapes.
the prinicpal came in and saw everyone looking up in a trance at the bubbles. he left without a word. that cracks me up.
DANG THIS POST IS LONG.
but i said i'd blog in every class and that i will.
hehehe...jeremy said he loved me even though im such a mess. even though i rant to him all the time and even after i said i didnt know if i was in love with him...he didn't run away form me. he didn't think it was pointless because he wasnt getting anything out of it.
heeheee
im loved...
HA. how? why?..what? wait, really? for reals?
heeheehehee...i've been playing with that thought all day. i guess it explains the cheesy smile i get randomly.
i want to be in love with jeremy. i really do. my life would be so much less sad. haha. maybe if i see him in person, i'll fall in love with him. i havent seen him in a while.
his birthday's next week. he'll be eighteen. EIGHTEEN! HOLY CROW!
but he's like..12 in the head.
but so sweet.
ahh. FOCUS. focus on the nets, annabelle.
RECTANGULAR PRISM!!!
:|
stupid nets. i know what nets make, sir. i used the cut out on the back of coloring books.
no wim in english class. huzzah! awwwohhh i didn't study for the monte cristo test. UGH. okay. i'll be back.
it's kind of funny how much kaleb is in loooove with udi. seriously. he's got the biggest man-crush on him. he even dresses the same. watch, bag...and he totally swoons over him in class. he's probably wishing that he wore glasses so he could be more like udi today. hahaha he used to tell me udi stories all the time. like udi was a celebrity or something.
kaleb spends the whole class trying to make udi laugh.
there's a tear in one of kaleb's shows. i can see his white sock covering his heel. i looks almost forlorn.

im starting to get kind of depressed.
NO. NO. I CAN'T. I CAN'T BE SAD. NO.
i need to stop being sad.
it's getting ridiculous.
ten minutes to go.
well, guys. that's basically my day. im done now.
bless your face. if you sneezed today, bless you. peace off
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