never have your dog stuffed: and other things i've learned

Imaan gave me the first of Alan Alda's autobiographies today :) She got it for only a buck.

My old (and still favourite) art teacher found me wandering the halls after school today, putting up food drive posters with Nadia and Kate. She gave me a few papers about the Marion Drysdale awards, awards for creative works by Ontario high school students. Only one entry per school is allowed and this teacher wants mine to be that one :) If by some longshot I win, I get $300. Not too shabby, eh?

Aside from homework galore, today's been an awesome day.

There's a boy in my law class that I've been friends with for a while. We talked through the York U presentation today and I remembered how awesome this kid is. At lunch Kate and I were sitting in the courtyard, as usual, when he came out in just a wifebeater to talk to us. It was freakin cold and Kate and I realized that this kid is freakin tank. The law trip on Thursday isn't looking so bad now :)

My new kid buddy in English class got stung by a bee on his lip last Thursday. I still can't figure out how. But he was absent the next day. When I got to class today he told me it was because his lip turned black and he had to see a doctor. Poor guy. But it was so cute, he was pulling on his lip and trying to explain how they had to pull out the stinger. And the whole time I'm just like "omg that must have hurt!"

And then there's the old new kid in my art class, who I was trying to befriend last year. Didn't happen, but there's always this year, eh? Last week I thought he said something about my painting as I walked by, but I was walking so quickly I didn't process it until afterwards and then I couldn't figure out if he was talking to me or not and then I felt bad. Today I was swinging my painting around, trying to keep it from whacking people in the head, and he called across the class "What values are in yours?" I couldn't figure out if he was talking to me or not, but I was the only one swinging her painting around, but again, I didn't process this until later. And if he was talking to me both of those times, now he thinks I'm a bitch. Grr.

Babble babble babble. Looks like I'll be up late tonight working on homework. Cause I've been procrastinating and watching the Empire Strikes Back.