If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
I just thought I'd throw that in. I don't know it's another play on words. I like it even though it doesn't go with my lifestyle well, my plans are made throughout, so I don't know if that's really a plan. Anyways, I don't know where I picked that up, but it just reminded me of Nas. My beautiful Nas, I had a grade 10 phase and now it's back - again - courtesy of the three-notso-geniusminds. Anyways, that was a side note, side being the oprative word. If I don't stop now then I might end up writing another novel. Who am I kidding? I'm going to end up doing that anyways. And here we go.
So, what did I do today?
Mother dearest woke me up at 6:34am, but of course I didn't get up to take a shower until, hm, 7:13amish. And as I almost fell asleep taking a shower I realized I didn't do my Drama essay, that was due last class which I skipped. So, now did I not only have to think of an excuse for my essay, but I had to think of an excuse for my absence. Alyssa, you just go right through the system. So, I made it through the blizzard and the over-packed bus only to get to school to find out that my first period Bio teacher was absent. I could have probably slept till 8:13amish in that case, grr. And who else would I see but Stephanie Benic wandering in the hall ways with a night school form, attempting to convince the guidance consellors to let her drop english, good luck with that. Of course I waited with her in the guidance office for half-an-hour for a grade nine complaining about their courses and marks to get outta Ms. Davis' office. Dude, you're in grade nine, there are grade twelves out here that are making decisions of their life. You have three years to straighten out, don't start crying about a 3/5 mark on a colouring assignment. Shoot, grade nine should be a breeze anyways. Okay, that was ignorant and closed-minded, I'm sure this niner had something legit to complain about. Ugh, I just hate waiting. Ironically enough, I hate waiting yet, I'm always late - and I keep people waiting. So when I finally made my way to my first period class with 20 minutes remaining I did absolutely nothing productive. The story of the bio class. BUZZZZZ - yeah it's a buzz not a bell, werid. Next period: Chemistry with the greeeeeeatest teacher ever ever. Mr. Tos. His lesson on the Heat summation of changing enthalpies went by quick, oh how I love science. Everything just WORKS I wish I could say the same for men, but that's a whole different blog. Shoot. BUZZZZZ - dun dun . . . drama class. Okay, Alyssa loaft.. loaft - should you go to class? And indeeed I did. Too bad Saul doesn't know how to read lips - cause as I try to signal to him asking if it was okay to go to class he opens the door. Nice ooone. So the first words that come outta Ms. Bannon - banonza's mouth were "Alyssa do you have an admit to class slip" --damn it-- "No miss, I'm guessing I should go get one?" So, it is what I did. Marella seemed so pleased to see me. I might have called my mom 6 times knowing that she woulnd't pick up cause she was at work. I just dialed and hung up jusst to show Marella that I was trying to get a hold of her. And lightbulb comes on. "Miss, can't I just wait till 12 cause that's when I my mom gets off" -- "And where are you going to go between now and 12?" -- "Class?" -- "Ugh, why were you absent in the first place?" -- "Miss remember I was really late cause i hurt my ankle, and throughout the day I hurt it more and I didn't come to sign out cause i was so overwhelmed, and i knew i wasn't going to be able to leave cause my mom doesn't pick up the phone cause she doesn't get off till twelve, see" -- "Ugh, okay, I'm leaving a message on her phone saying that I'm going to slap your daughter" -- "Thaaaaaaaaaaaanks miss" Oh how I love Marella, I don't even know her last name to call her 'miss' I think it's Mrs. Navarro. Who really knows? So I get back to class and guess what the infamous Bannonza asks "Alyssa did you hand in your essay?" --she's good-- "Ugh, no miss, I just have to print it, I'll give to you by the end of the day" -- "Okay, get into uniform please" --damn, she's like on a roll. Anyways, it wasn't like i had my essay done, and it's not like she's not going to accept it tomorrow morning, yet, I'm on this blog thing, not doing my essay. Moving on, we ended up watching the ending to the movie Ms. Julie, which had an absolutely horrible end. You have to see it. BUZZZZZ- YAY LUNCH. Which also means, I'm done for the day, cause I have fourth period spare - along with the rest of the 12th grade student body for some reason. So get this, my routine. It never fails. I walk down the hall to the staircase that's closest to my locker and I 'bump in' to Gian Villa, this seems to happen every day two considering he has Civics class in that same hallway. So every time after third period, don't we have some sort of arguement or he'd do something to annoy me or I'd do something to annoy him, until we get to my locker. And as me and Gian continue to exchange words, Jeremy Cauzon always come behind unsuspectedly. Everytime,. It should be expected by now, but it still isn't. Jeremy asks me to go smoke up, I say no. He asks me what I'm doing today, I say I don't know. He says I'm hungry, I say me too. This is usually where we decided who's house we're going to, to go eat, cause we're too poor to eat out. Ha. This is usually where Jasmine come dragging her feet towards my locker yelling "HI BABY" but that didn't happen. And after that, is usually when Stephanie yells at me with a story to tell going to my locker before hers. But that didn't happen either. Weird. But what did happen was Gian and Jeremy yelling at me to hurry up and get ready - that's cause I take too damn long to get my shit together. I go towards the graffiti wall to see the grade 12 asian student body sitting there eating lunch. Weird. Of course I see Jasmine there. So for some odd reason I wanted to see what was going on in the foyer outside the caf, because of course I'm prohibited from entering the caf because I am not in uniform. Sheesh. There I see our very powerful student counsel convincing kids to sign up for Winter activity Day aka National skip day consisting of Adam Ragusa, Stephanie Pizzo, Natalie Kreiger, Juniour Rep Seth - sorry don't know your last name - and and wait for it ... Pamela Dela Cruz I just thought I'd emphasize her cause you know, she's the greatest, and everyone loves Pamela, she needs her own sitcom seriously. So after Gian ran off with my money to buy my food and after I caught him trying to eat my panzzerotti without leaving me any, Pamela, Jeremy, Jasmine & I decided to go to my house and pig out, somehow. We survived the slush and storm had an awkward conversation about bubble gum on the bus and made it to my humble-a-boom. Tell me how there is freshly made Ravioli waiting for us, courtesy of mother dearest. Yeah we pigged out on that, and doesn't Jasmine rather have salad, yeah, salad, I don't know - talk about chemical imbalances. Routine once again, we watch the family channel - first Disney's Filmore, then Disney's The Weekenders and then Kim Possilbe. And it never fails to amaze me that everytime that dude says "Next: Kim Possible" I have the need to state that I love Kim Possible and that "If I could be any cartoon character it would Kim Possible" Of course the last four words of that sentence I say simutaneously with Jeremy and Jasmine. It's like a movie. What? Kim Possible is awesome, minus the orange hair, she can do anything. So tell me how, my mom tells me to shovel. Me? Shovel? Of course Jeremy offers to shovel. I tried to help, root word being try I can't successfully do any heavy labour, it's just not in my DNA. After that, Itis kicked in and we were a slave to the TV. Unfortunately, my friends have homes of their own, well, to Jasmine, my home is her home. But she has to attend to her other home. And poof be gone, and now I'm here. . . I've been here, typing away.
It's amazing how my routinual day, became this essay. Damn, I should really get on to that Ms. Julie essay.
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