But really...besides stupidevilmath, had a pretty good day...
Come into school this morning, was talkin' to Laurel and Daf, we were comparing all the really odd dreams we'd had over the weekend... and Laur... she had one that U2 was in, and someone, she thinks it was Edge, said:
"To Bono, truth is truth. To Adam, truth is something you tell two minutes later."
;D ...I thought it was great...that's just....oh...*so* full of potential--! *G* ..so I told Laur, I think she and I and Daf should each - seperately, without consulting each other at all - write a fanfic around that line... *giant-semi-evil-grin*
In photography, the Machead and I had to take digital pics of each other for a class assignment...and Brandon decided to join us. So we played around with the thing for most of class...took all these stupid pics of Brandon..it was great, he like, clung to the wall (at which point I started singing "The Fly" *G*)...jumped up and grabbed one of the beams overhead (no ceilings in the school, remember? construction and a cheap school board..), hung from it...stood one-handed...*so* much fun! ^_^
Yeah. And lunch today? Oh dear...had to've been the most..educational? thing in quite awhile--! ..yeah...Steve, Jeff Laley, and Ka started going off on the best and worst ways to die...which ah, got interesting pretty quickly..Jeff was of the opinion that the worst death was to be pecked to death by ducks, while Steve and Ka just kept coming up with worse and worse things..I found out that the term Irom Maiden is something besides an 80s death-metal band (which, sadly enough, was news to me!)...and from there we got discussion on all sorts of lovely things...learnt what an enema actually is...learnt how guys are tested for STDs - which, I will say, *Steve* even cringed and shuddered at!...meanwhile, I think poor Laur and Bethie were just...dying. ;) ...they..can only take so much beyond-PG-talk...and this was waaaayyyy too much for them... ...meanwhile, I was actually laughing at a lot of this..which's terrible...ah well... *g*
See, now my own personal worst death would be like, seeing Bono and/or Larry like, five feet away from me, they see me, and are about to talk to me...and then I died. Instantly. That would really, really suck.
Now, upon hearing *that*, Steve & co. automatically made it worse... "What about if you threw up on Bono first, then died?..."
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Economics wasn't so cool, cos Chris was, as usual, being a complete arsehole...which's nothing new, and usually I can put up with it...but today, he poked me so much that my shoulder-area was actually *sore*! ..then he threw my pen towards the garbage..and moved my desk on me..and...arg.
Ah well...
...I don't wanna do my math hw...don't wanna go to math tomorrow...I do dread it, so very very much...it's terrible.....how can I get to the point where I just don't care anymore?...
...*sigh*...