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Wednesday, May 01, 2002
Everything is Rob's fault. It always will be, because...that's just the way it is.
I can't believe I saw Mr. Pecic! I haven't seen the guy since 6th grade. Well, he's a sixth grade teacher. He always used to call me "Jacquie with the cool eyes" because I have "cool" blue eyes. I have been told they are really pretty but I'm not going to go around saying that, it will make me look egotistical. He always used to see my mom at her work, and she always told me he said hi. I remember him for his obsession with caribou...and root canals...ok, I never had him so I wouldn't know the details of these. So today, I'm waiting to get picked up after school after chorus practice, and I hear this loud charasmatic voice booming behind me, and some "yo"'s. I thought, hey that sounds like Mr. Pecic, nah why would he be here. Then he said,
"Hey! (stuck out hand and I slapped it) What grade are you in now?!"
"...ninth" (yeah, I had to think about that)
"Wow, hey, how old are your brothers?"
(couldn't remember off the bat)..."um, well, they are in 4th and, no, 2nd and 3rd grade."
"Yeah, 'cause I saw them at The House Of Pancakes with your mom and I was like crackin' up when I saw them!"
"Haha! Yeah, they go there."
"Well, I'll cya later!"
"Bye!"
That was fun, the man is so cool I wish I had him.
Kellie now has a date for Freshman Day! Yay for her! I'm not going to get one though, although she claims I will. I know nobody's going to ask me. It's ok, I don't mind being a loner. Anyway, it's a long time away from now, so I have plenty of time to mentally prepare for "the big day", which also happens to be my 15th (the big 1 5!) birthday. And Flag Day. Wow, a three-for.
Madame Bowers has some sort of psychic power that lets her know which person is unsure or didn't do one of the questions. I skipped over a question for last night's French homework. She called on me during class. Which question? That one. I also felt like crap because my body is trying to slowly and painfully kill me, and she called me up in front of the class to tell, in French, some sports I can't do (which ironically is...all of them!) and the class had to respond in encouraging phrases on the cards she held up. Ah. Damn, no penis talk today. Dr. Mack wasn't there so I didn't espect the sub, who talked like Sandy from Daria and she was in her 30's, to talk about them. No science class will ever live up to yesterday's.
Lindsay, Danielle and I have finished the web page for Goatman's....I mean Mr. Taylor's class. People, he looks like a goat. So now we "talk goat" to each other when Mr. Taylor isn't near us. Fun stuff. If you didn't know what are site was about, it is..."Ninjas Vs. Rubber Duckies." It's beautiful. We have ninja pictures, and my personal favorite is the guy doing a karate move in a dumpster. The rubber duckies are also cool. We included the lyrics to "Rubber Ducky, You're The One" and "Kung Fu Fighting." I wish we could make it a real site with a web address, but I guess that isn't part of the project. Awww. But Goatman could surprise me, I have no idea what the hell he is thinking. Nor do I want to know. Ew.
Rivers Cuomo, heavy metal. HAH HAH HAH...I actually like it. What is wrong with me? I listened to this song called, "The Answer Man", circa 1990, by a band he was in called Fuzz. I think Pat Wilson was in it too. I like the song. I also like the new Weezer song "Prodigy Lover". Somebody PLEASE slap me now. I need emergency medical help. Hi, my name is Jacquie, and I have a problem. (Now you say, "Hi, Jacquie")
I should have just sparred you and not have posted at all. That was a waste of my time and yours. I apologize.
7:47 PM | Jacquie |
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Me in a tree. Circa 1990.
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