Well, everyone's caught the blogging bug.
Friday, June 20, 2008
So I'm not the only blogaholic. Everyone's been posting multiple posts like crazy.
It is 1:13 am, Saturday. Let me tell you about this week, in its statistics:
It is the 
2nd week of 
4th year high school.
Did you know that Sir Joel has the average of 
ten "okay"s per minute, especially when he's discussing new lessons? I think especially when he's nervous.
I have only slept for 
29 hours for the school days, opposed to the 
40 I should have gotten.
I have printed 
six pages (long bond!) worth of my mind unravelings for Hillstar, and spent most of my unslept hours on it. I can't seem to get it off my system.
I am 
100% infected of Senioritis, as diagnosed by Raeshiel Regalado (see past post).
I am 
100% infected of Editoritis, as diagnosed by moi. I also discovered, if not made up, that illness. For this ailment, your mind is 24/7 ticked to the concerns of your school paper, and can't stop going on and on about it. No cure discovered yet.
I have received a 
bazillion questions about Hillstar. And another bazillion of why in the world we haven't been recruiting already, and to that effect losing our best people to other clubs. Crap. I need to do something about SOME people. Please agree with my plans, PLEASE.
We've had 
two quizzes in Math--by the time we've been in school for classes for only 
seven days. Or was it 
6???
Miserably, I am 
not even halfway through reading Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre--I've been reading for almost a 
week. At the rate that I can finish a Julia Quinn book in 
one day.
I've left my jacket 
twice at home, and frozen everytime I enter my classroom by the whipping winds of the aircon. Drats, I hate sitting with boys. They turn the cold to them, but they're much too much of cowards to actually direct it to them, so they set the blinds a little offways. Apparently, my way.
I've made one confession. And to make another one, I cried once.
And now I need to go to sleep, just like you are this very minute. 1:31 am.