"I had a date on a horse, once." *everybody raises eyebrows*

Today was an interesting day. And finally, the initial school awkwardness has disappeared! The original headphones that came with my ipod bit the dust, though. *tear tear*.

It started out pouring, a joy when it's picture day. Oh, yes, let me rant for a second about picture day. I hate picture day. Especially since I always end up going to get my picture taken very late in the day because of alphabetical order. I feel so much pressure to keep looking good through the day, even though I really, in theory, don't care what the picture looks like.

French class was a great as ever when Katie and I are in a group. As in we didn't really get anything done, but decided that she's a pirate by night. Bharat wanted to copy my English homework, but wanted to find out if I was smart first. It bothers me that there are people who have strategy for copying homework.

At lunch, I had a pizza sub from Subway ('twas amazing) and listened to James yell at somebody not to anger the Subway gods. Kind of wish I knew the story behind that one.

Finally, during Chem, I got my picture taken. I stood in line and talked with people in my homeroom about pirates, ninjas, unicorns and monicorns. Apparently, monicorns are unicorns with swords for horns, according to some guy in line behind us. Gotta love random conversations.

I stayed after school with Moriah and Katie to try out for Twelfth Night. That's right, I tried out for a Shakespeare play. I've decided that this year, I'm going to try out new activities to find something I really like. I don't think my audition went terribly.

Moriah, Katie and I took the city bus back home. City buses tend to be filled with students, elderly people, and socially rejected people. It's also kind of strange, because you get to hear people interact with each other in close quarters. Today, I think that I came across the first real 'shady characters' I've ever seen on them. We got onto the crowded bus and found three seats in a row near the back. I didn't think much of the conversation the guys were having in the back of the bus about people not knowing what to do with their lives. But after that, it just kept growing funnier and funnier. Apparently they only go out east to shop, because 'everything else is gay'. Also, a Kevin character got drunk and threatened to stab somebody because they ripped him off. And for not knowing what to do with your life? The answer is to band together with your friends and 'make money'(after a while, it was obvious they were dealers). The best part was when they were talking about what they were going to buy when they went shopping:

Guy 1: "I am definitely buying new shoes. And a new jacket and maybe shades too."

Guy 2: "Kevin has 8 pairs."

Guy 3 giving impression of being really drugged: "Two more would be perfect."

Just the fact that they were using 'yo', just everything was great. They got off, and everybody at the back started laughing. The guy in front of us who had been reading a book the whole ride made a few comments under his breathe and mocked them a bit. "Two more would be perfect." It just kind of seemed like really bad acting the whole time they were talking.

Now I have time to sleep in and read and great stuff like that. Yeah!
-J-

"I think the toaster oven is in the last of its days." "You mean... it's toast?"

Now, life goes on...

Summing up the first three chapters of Pride and Prejudice:

• Rich guy(Mr. Bigley) moves into neighbourhood
• Mr. and Mrs. Bennet discuss at length how to get said rich guy to marry one of their daughters
• There's a ball, and all goes over well with Mr. Bigley, except people notice his friend(Mr. Darcy) is a snob. 

I kind of enjoy how everyone is Mr. or Mrs. so-and-so. Hopefully it gets more entertaining.

I have decided that this weekend, my hair turns from blonde to purple. Why? Because I want to dye my hair, and I want to wait til after picture day, which is Friday. If it goes terribly wrong, I want it to have it fade in people's memories instead of it being documented in a school-wide production. I might change my mind, but I don't think I will at this point.

Another question: is it appropriate for my blog to have the same name when I have purple hair? *strokes nonexistent beard*.
With love and terrible puns,
-J-

Why yes, I do have a playlist of sound effects on my ipod.

Church camp was a lot of fun. I hung out with Andrea for the first time in a while and obtained a new moment that I find painful to think of (no, I won't elaborate). It rained on and off for the entirety of Friday and Saturday, which really bothered me, partially because I had to walk through wet grass to get to the bathroom, and secondly because my shoes wet for most the time. Andrea was going through withdraws from not being able to text because there was no service. We walked around a lot when there was an activity we didn't feel like doing, like three legged races inside the lodge and canoeing in the insanely windy lake. Overall, it was a nice getaway.

I managed to get a cold, and I'm stuffed up and kind of sleepy, probably from the cold medicine. I really hope that I feel better tomorrow, because missing a day in the second week of school isn't something I want to do. Feeling miserable in school isn't much fun, either.

Homework on the weekend. Yeah.
-J-

Still the awkard first week of school.

Third day of school! I'll be happy when I get in a routine and stop thinking of days as numbers.

Today was kind of awkward. I can't quite pinpoint it, but it was. Screw that, I just don't want to whine about my day.

In math, the joys of being in IB is that people want to sit in the front for one reason or another. I volunteered to be moved to the back. The desks are in pairs, and the two empty desks were right behind each other. There were already guys sitting in the paired seats, so I settled where I would sit with a quick round of enie-minie-moe. I think I made the right decision in moving, because in minutes I was actually talking to people other than those I already knew(which I seem to never do in the first few weeks... or months...of school). The conversation was about operating systems, warfare, and if 'nerd' was an insult or a statement. Strangely enough, it was a perfectly normal conversation. I have hopes that the people I'm sitting around aren't quite as lost in math as I am.

In French, we had a list of questions to answer, and the teacher went down the rows. I got the one asking me where I lived, and after refusing to say my actually address, I made one up. Apparently, I live at 100 Sesame Street.

Friday tomorrow, then church camp thingy over the weekend. Hopefully it's warm enough to go swimming.
Bye!
-J-