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sunshine_queenSo, I read damn Hamlet last night, and then Holmes doesn't do anything with it. She's all, it's for next week, kids. Let's talk about Plath! Which I, of course, was thrilled about.
HOWEVER, we did find out that before plain, simple, homemade-bread Mrs. Holmes was Mrs. Holmes, English teacher, Buddhist, and married mother of at least one, she was Martha! dancer/singer/actress extraordinaire, living in a garret in NYC where, according to her, "your stomach shrinks." I mean, there's not much cooler than finding out your teacher once was a starving artist like one of those people in Rent. Only minus the AIDS. And the drugs.
In TOK we talked about ethics, which was a whole lotta no fun, and I almost fell asleep during the tape we watched, because last night I couldn't sleep and then my alarm went off at 4:30 and somehow I managed to convince myself that I was the precredit victim in XF and I kept hearing noises in my bedroom and anyway, long story short, I essentially woke up at 4:30 this morning, and then Mrs. Scott asked me hard moral questions to keep me awake. Bitch.
Seeing peoples' reactions to my boobs rocked. Mostly it seemed like people knew something was different, but they either thought I lost weight (which I did, technically) or they were afraid to say, so I got a lot of comments on my hair.
In history Mahoney gave me the RUSSIA! postcard that I've been lusting after, and we went to the auditorium to talk about FAFSA with De Lima, and we talked the rest of the period about Ft Wilderness. Which is next month. Craziness.
I took a nap, which was nice, after a new episode of What Not to Wear, and then my mom woke me up and told me to watch some Alias, and she chose Liberty Village. She doesn't get bowling, either.
HOWEVER, we did find out that before plain, simple, homemade-bread Mrs. Holmes was Mrs. Holmes, English teacher, Buddhist, and married mother of at least one, she was Martha! dancer/singer/actress extraordinaire, living in a garret in NYC where, according to her, "your stomach shrinks." I mean, there's not much cooler than finding out your teacher once was a starving artist like one of those people in Rent. Only minus the AIDS. And the drugs.
In TOK we talked about ethics, which was a whole lotta no fun, and I almost fell asleep during the tape we watched, because last night I couldn't sleep and then my alarm went off at 4:30 and somehow I managed to convince myself that I was the precredit victim in XF and I kept hearing noises in my bedroom and anyway, long story short, I essentially woke up at 4:30 this morning, and then Mrs. Scott asked me hard moral questions to keep me awake. Bitch.
Seeing peoples' reactions to my boobs rocked. Mostly it seemed like people knew something was different, but they either thought I lost weight (which I did, technically) or they were afraid to say, so I got a lot of comments on my hair.
In history Mahoney gave me the RUSSIA! postcard that I've been lusting after, and we went to the auditorium to talk about FAFSA with De Lima, and we talked the rest of the period about Ft Wilderness. Which is next month. Craziness.
I took a nap, which was nice, after a new episode of What Not to Wear, and then my mom woke me up and told me to watch some Alias, and she chose Liberty Village. She doesn't get bowling, either.
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Date: 2006-01-03 02:58 am (UTC)Oh, yeah, your hair looks hot.
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