Please don't ask me why I'm listening to Lillix. I found the mp3 on my computer and for some unknown reason felt compelled to listen to it, despite the fact that pop bands and girl groups are not my style.

Sorry about the last post. I had planned on finishing it, but somehow never got around to it. But moving onto today...

Since today was day one, we had English first. Goodie. Mrs. Martella is having us watch "Charly," a cinematic rendition of "Flowers for Algernon" by Daniel Keyes (as I'm sure you all know). I normally wouldn't mind watching films in class (coughTHELORDOFTHERINGScough. I mean, come ON! Those movies would probably take up an entire year's worth of classtime! XD), but Charly is particularly disappointing.

First of all, "Charly" isn't even how "Charly" spelled his name in the novel. It's CHARLIE. Couldn't they at least get that right? Charlie was able to, even though he was mentally handicapped (what does that tell you about the people who made this film?).

Miss Kinnian bothers me especially because 1) she has a huge forehead. I can never look at her without having it smack me across the face first, and I end up looking more at the top of her head than her face. 2) She's really pushy in the film, which I hate the most since I always liked Alice's character in the novel. 3) She suddenly decided to have a fiancee.

Asides from that - Dr. Strauss decided to have a sex change and become a woman, Nemur looks somewhat like Anthony Hopkins, and Charlie reminds me of a mix between Indiana Jones and James Bond everytime he's in a suit.

Needless to say, I don't particularly like the movie. Seriously, how can a film like that be nominated for ANY award? The constant split screens give me a splitting headache if anything, and the story is so radically changed from the novel. How disloyal! They should have had Peter Jackson make the movie (coughTHELORDOFTHERINGScough), or have us read a Tolkien book (coughTHELORDOFTHERINGScough).

In any case, just as long as we don't start reading or watching Harry Potter, I'm fine.

Slef: HARRY POTTER SHOULD BURN, ROT AND DIE IN HELL THE MOTHER $%^&#*!!!! GANDALF AND GOLLUM CAN KICK DUMBLEDORE AND DOBBY'S @#* ANYDAY! ESPECIALLY DOBBY'S!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahem. Sorry to HP fans, just had to let that out. Dobby is so annoying! Hopefully one day he'll bang his head on a rock hard enough to have a concussion and get stuck in a coma for the rest of his life.

But continuing on with today; second period we had math with Avraam. I actually like math, but we aren't doing anything really new, so it's repetitive and boring. And Avraam keeps insisting that we're learning Rates of Change, but after having a few quizzes I'm sure it's just solving for variables in disguise. It's already October - why are we still reviewing? And today she even said that she might have to review 7th grade math. Is she kidding?

Nothing happened during that period. We didn't get our tests back, sadly, and we corrected homework.

Justin sat in the back corner beside me, where Megan usually sits. When he'd asked me yesterday if it was okay, I said, "I guess, but you're going to get in trouble."

But when I think about it, I was "sugar coating" (quoting Sam's way of putting it) 'If you sit there, you might get in trouble with me,' which in other words means that I don't mind, but there's a chance that it will annoy me in one point in time or another. I feel bad about euphemizing everything I say, since I'm obviously not sending out a clear message to the people around me, but I don't want to end up slapping them in the face. I mean - Justin, since I know you're going to read this, probably...I don't want you to think that I've been lying to you all this time. I honestly don't mind hanging out with you, but if it's going to be an unpleasant experience (e.g.: with Nat), I'm not interested. And I don't mind sitting next to you or working with you in class, but you already know how much I segregate school life from social life, and it bothers me when you try to use class time or homework to talk to me about our personal lives. It isn't the time, and please stop asking me to stay after school after band. I would, but when you ask me to stay until you get picked up so that you won't be alone, and I really don't want to leave you all by your lonesome, it feels like I have to stay there until you say you have to go and it's okay for me to leave. I'm not allowed to leave when I have to go, only when you have to go? Like Wednesday, when I missed the first bus because I was talking to you, and walked home alone.

But let's leave this subject stand for now. It's something I need to resolve with Justin personally, not on a blog that everyone can read...although I'm sure that some people would absolutely love reading up on some new gossip or whatnot.

At lunch Sam, Justin and I ate on the bleachers outside, somewhat of a rare novelty these days - Nat usually keeps Justin at bay by hollering insults and otherwise, and Ari is usually at school with us. I don't have much time with Sam alone, save for on the way home or to school, let alone Justin recently. It was pleasant, which just goes to show what we miss in life because of a silly grudge or disagreement. I really wish that Justin and Nat would make up already - they had their problems and I respect that, but they've been over for a long time now. Can't they move on?

Yesterday at lunch, the three of us were on the bleachers, too. Sam had a nice heart-to-heart with Justin, which she said today she felt bad about because our (Justin and my) problems were none of her business. Personally, I think she had every right to say her opinion. She acknowledged that she only knew half of the story, but Justin chose to be irresponsive. If he ignored her, it was he that was disrespecting her, not the other way around. As much as I'd prefer that Sam hadn't changed her opinion on it, I can't tell her what to think. I just watch and comment.

But continuing with today's lunch...we didn't do any serious talking today, just talking about random things and joking around (stop calling me SHORT! I was SUPER TALL in China, I swear!). Some random things for example...

"There was a rooster that wouldn't stop cawing at me. It was like, 'CawwawwAWWWW!'"

"Wow, she really sounds like a chicken."

Third period we had Spanish. I actually like Spanish too, except Navarrete needs to learn to have a bit more of a backbone. Since when was playing Poom and 7 Up for the entire class considered learning? It would have been better if we had just worked in our Español En Directo books, although I can't help but find it funny when he waves it around threateningly in order to quiet down the class. It's almost like thinking that flicking the light on and off will make us stop talking (coughSayfycough), except more effective. Somewhat.

Last was French. I hate that class. As much as French language is romantic and beautiful, Sayfy manages to make it boring, staring at the back wall for the most part of the class and reading horribly outdated articles on the teenage mentality. And "Phat Arm"? People that write those types of articles should learn what they're talking about before they let their stories hit the papers.

Towards the end of class, with about 20 minutes until the bell, we were able to work in groups on graphology (I think. Actually, I'm not quite sure what work we were supposed to do >.<). Justin had been sitting beside me all class, because a desk had been moved to the empty space that used to be behind Nathan. We talked while "working," which I didn't mind although I sort of wanted to get my homework out of the way before going home. The conversation was fun, needless to say, but I could tell that at one point he was sitting extremely close to me, which made me uncomfortable. I don't mind talking to him, but somehow it seemed like I was reliving a memory.

It was Spanish class and we sat next to each other. Eighth grade, when our relationship had first blossomed. There was an extreme closeness then, the same as today. Not intellectually or emotionally, but physically. I wasn't sitting on his lap or anything like that, but sometimes during French he'd put his head down onto the back of my hand, which was resting on the desk.

But whatever. It's around 10 p.m. now, and I still haven't done my homework. I thought I said that I'd do it as soon as I got home?

Then after I was done practising my trumpet and piano?

Then after checking my email and Gaia?

Then after writing my blog...?

Oh well. Goodnight.