09/05/09

Hello. School's begun, here's my sched-juhluh:


A - Religion 2 - Mr. Anziano
B - World History 2 - Mrs. Tenerowicz
C - Hon. Chemistry - Ms. Mariani
D - Spanish 2 - Ms. Callahan

E - Intro Art 1 - Ms. Morrisino

F - Hon. English 2 - Mr. DeCoteau
G - H Math2/Al2/Geo - Mr. House


Surprisingly, religion looks promising this year. Curious, I know, me enjoying anything halfway Catholic, but Mr. A defines what it means to be a 'pretty chill guy' and I know Ryan loved having him as a teacher, so I'm really looking forward to that class. Ms. T (Why Ms.?) is so quickly becoming a favorite teacher of mine, I can feel it in ma bonez. She's such an easily likeable person, the more you get to know her the more you wish you knew her. Her energy and wit are to die for, lest I forget to mention her chunky necklaces and urge to call you "dear" with every chance she gets. Ugh, so cool. I can't say much about Ms. Mariani yet, I don't think she's quite her teaching self yet since she's chair glued due to some infected toe nonsense. Sounds weird, but she said she doesn't believe in teaching from behind a desk, yet that's all she's capable of as of right now seeing as how she's not allowed on her feet. Eh, we'll see. Senora Callahan is so one of those teachers you had as a little kid and loved like a second mother. She's all about warm smiles and organization and dressing cute for her job. Her voice is sick too, very smooth-sounding and sweet. I like her so far, she's also my homeroom teacher. Ms. Morrisino's stylin' as ever, running the art department like it's nobody's business. I feel art class is going to be much more consistent and.. demanding? than ceramics was last year since we have actual set projects planned out and sketches due every week. It'll be fun all the same I'm sure, there's some interesting people in that class. Mr. DeCoteau. What more need be said. I drew a picture of him for my mom so she could get the full-effect, but it didn't compare in the least to meeting him in person. Mia says his hair and belly are her favorite parts about him, but his monotone voice and electric slide walk take the cake for me. I feel like he doesn't get the credit he deserves as a teacher, most say he's a pushover, but I think he's very intelligent in a nonchalant sort of way. He really liked my definition of culture, took it word for word and made it the class definition in fact, haha. And finally, Mr. House. What a cute dad! Not sure why I think of him as a cute dad compared to a cute teacher, but that's all I think of when I see him. His whole family is adorable, regardless. He likes to talk, a lot, and sure does love his math, boy. I really like him too, that class should be fun.


Well! Now that you know what I think of all my teachers, how about checkin' out this wicked sick photo of a basking shark?

Heh? Heeeeh? How about that. So cool, right? I wish I watched more of shark week when it was on :[

Ryan and Sean set up the N64 last week and have been playing lots of OoT and Majora's Mask lately. I love watching them play, I become so absorbed even as a spectator. And Koji Kondo is pure genius, no doubt about that. Agh, lahve eet.

I found my Lemmings CD a few weeks back and learned how to play it on my computer using a DOSbox, so happy about that. My dad found me the manual with all the level passwords up to level 49 too, so if I ever feel like cheating, I can! >:D
Also I woke up this morning to the Jehovah Witnesses, with the Pokémon theme stuck in my head, so I downloaded it BTjunkie style and have been listening to it on repeat for quite a while.. I found all my Pokémon cards the other day, too. So. Many. Fluck Pikacku, nobody ever liked you.

That's better.
Man, I had some weird dream last night. Something about a pet hamster eating all my butterfingers then freezing to death in an avalanche somewhere in Colarado.. His body, encased in an ice cube, was served on a silver platter that night at dinner, and my whole family, including Ricky Turner and Lukky, were in hysterics laughing when the hamster was put in front of me. And just as I started to bawl my eyes out the Ghost Busters and Gregory Peck from Roman Holiday busted down the gold doors of the crazy dining room we were all in, and demanded to see my passport. Then Ryan was wearing the sweater my aunt Guedelia saved from Steiger's and gave to me, and I got really mad at him for stretching it out that I slapped him and made him sing me some Shania Twain song. It was strange.



I was just going through my phone, deleting unnecessary pictures and videos and decided to go through what was left of the notes I save on there. I'm just going to delete them all since I need a new phone anyway, but here's a list of what seems to be important to me, or at least enough to make a note of it in my phone:

The name Berry
Grace Jones = Janelle Monáe
Brownsugar Oatmeal
Bulletproof Vests
Flying Things
Sleeping Lessons
My cousin Danny DeVito
Fungus Lovers

Hm.
Hey I just remembered I took a picture of that sweater my aunt Guedelia gave me to show Mia:

And here's another sweater, given to me by Wilma. It has shoulder pads.