Apologies, persistance and the unavoidable letter Q.

Hmmm, what I did today...

I apologized to James because I've been kind of mean to him lately. I feared that I had broken the nicest kid in the world. I stumbled across the realization that I'm why he's been in such a bitter mood the last few weeks. He seemed in a generally good mood for the rest of the day, so I think that I didn't break him permanently.

One a different note, I'm yet to break the most persistent kid in the world (Alex). I'm almost to the point of frustration where I might consider yelling in his face (again) that no, I'm not interested, and never, ever will be, and please stop bothering me. He has reached the top level of irritating and is close to creating a whole new level.

I missed my bus, or rather, my bus drove past me standing on the curb. It still failed to stop as I ran after it for a block.

I realized how much I miss people from my class last year. Like the Alchorn and 'Pre-Katie' era James. Alchorn may wear girls clothes that emphasize his chicken legs and look vaguely like an older John Lennon (minus the beard), but I still have a lot of fun hanging out with him occasionally. We've managed to carry our weird sort of friendship over to this year, which I can't say about anyone else from my class last year.

My math teacher managed to make me feel that my 81% on my test was inadequate. When she was passing out the tests, there was a steady stream of "Good. Good. Good." until she got to me, where she thought a "Better." would be more appropriate. Considering that my last mark was a 68%, it didn't make me feel very confident in my math abilities.

I copied a few paragraphs from The Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy and carried it around in my pocket and occasionally read it to people with hopes that it would make them smile (with WTF).

The following scene occurs after Arther Dent tries playing scrabble with cavemen:

"He picked up the letter Q and hurled it into a distant privet bush where it hit a young rabbit. The rabbit hurtled off in terror and didn't stop until it was set upon and eaten by a fox which choked on one of its bones and died on the bank of the stream which subsequently washed it away.

During the following weeks Ford Prefect swallowed his pride and struck up a relationship with a girl who had been a personnel officer on Gogafrincham, and he was terribly upset when she suddenly passed away as a result of drinking water from a pool that had been polluted by the body of a dead fox. The only moral it is possible to draw from this story is that one should never throw the letter Q into a privet bush, but unfortunately there are times when it is unavoidable." 

I love these books.

Is this post jumping around enough? I think so.
Love,
-J-