Now, THIS is a wall.

Ah, this was one of this day's projects. I'm happy. And no, I do not have a rubber-ducky fetish, they just keep coming into my possession. Not that I mind, but just sayin'..
Back to my newly finished, lovely wall. This gives me a feeling of home, and shows me those things I would never forget, even without the pictures. And if you're reading this, I'm guessing you're probably up there somewhere.

The problem is, I had many things to do today. Three essays, among those things, all due tomorrow. And other stuff. You're looking at what I spent all my time doing, and now it's almost 10 PM, I've finished one of those essays, aka the easy history one. And I'm wasting time here, because I don't really want to write about how Silone and De Sica ennobled and dignified the poor through their books/movies. I do not want to compare Barardo Viola's and Antonio Ricci's responses to their respective belittlement either. And after I have done that, I truly don't want to stary studying the Anglo-Saxon traditions, to be able to argue whether or not Beowulf's actions corresponded to them. To be fair the subjects are actually very interesting, I just don't feel like doing anything at all right now. I'm certainly not in the right mindset to write interesting essays. I'll marvel at my wall for a bit longer I think, and then we'll see.

Take the bus? Whaaaat?

Small issue here. My dad usually drives me to school when he goes to work every day. My dad also just left for an urgent trip to Indiana. How the heck am I getting to school? I sound like a spoiled brat, I am aware. But I'm not quiite certain about the bus's whereabouts, or when it shows up. I know it's early, before 7 sometime. Meaning it would be sensible to walk to school (An hour-something-walk), so I could sleep longer.
I don't know what to do. So.. someone, anyone: pick me up tomorrow at 7.30, and you'll forever be my hero.
Thankee.

Even for me, this is quite impressive.

The first day at my new school today! Everything was great. I woke up early, got ready in time, got a ride to school, and followed my schedule for this Monday, with my freeblock, bio and French 2. Do you see the problem I didn't see this morning? Yes? No? I'll tell you: Today is not a Monday. Today's Wednesday. It would have been more helpful if I knew that some time around 7.50.
Let me give you an idea of how I thought my day was supposed to be, versus what it was supposed to be like:

Since I had a freeblock I couldn't notice it in first period. About second period.. I don't know what happened. I was not to have biology today, but my teacher was expecting me, so maybe he was as confused as me. Hey, I got to dissect a cow's eye. Again. Yay.
Then for French 2. At first, I was shocked and slightly scared. More than slightly, infact. I didn't know that the teacher would be speaking only French. Not only that, but I could only catch some words here and there, sometimes a sentence. The thing is: my class had no problem with this, they understood everything. Was my French really that bad, and their experience so superior to mine?
So, she asked us all questions about ourselves and about things in general. Indeed, I was the only student to say "Uhhm... What? Can you repeat that...?" And she did. I still didn't understand it. It was horrible.
After class I talked to her, and after a brief discussion, she found my error. "And, oh, this is French 5, for people who have had French since middle school". 'Guess that explains a little.

It's been an interesting day, I must say. And I have some explaining to do tomorrow to some teachers and my housemaster. Also, I already have an essay due for Wednesday next week, from the only class I attended that I was supposed to be in, aka Modern American History.

That's enough school-talk for one night.

Yikes.

This is post #100!
Scary as it is, that's not the reason why "yikes" is the title of this post. See, today is kinda the last day of my summer vacation. Tomorrow I have orientation, and then on Wednesday is the big day: my first day at LS. I'm pretty calm right now, but I know that I will, at some point, be scared to death.
To make it all better, I'm completely on my own. Why? We (aka dad and I) are incapable of reading a calendar, and he will be gone on my first day of school. No one to drive me if I miss the bus that I have no idea where is. Or if I oversleep, which is the most likely case, and would lead to theory 1. Perfect.

No, I will wake up on time, have a nice, calm morning and be at school in plenty of time to dutifully attend all of my classes. Yep. Maybe if I write that over and over, I'll start believing it.

I will wake up on time, have a nice, calm morning and be at school in plenty of time to dutifully attend all of my classes.
I will wake up on time, have a nice, calm morning and be at school in plenty of time to dutifully attend all of my classes.
I will wake up on time, have a nice, calm morning and be at school in plenty of time to dutifully attend all of my classes.
I will wake up on time, have a nice, calm morning and be at school in plenty of time to dutifully attend all of my classes.
I will wake up on time, have a nice, calm morning and be at school in plenty of time to dutifully attend all of my classes.

Not working yet. Oh, we'll see.

Bearly read books

I've found another great new favorite store (If I never told you, the first one is Newbury Comics). This place, as the title indicates, is called "bearly read books". It's a used book store, so they the books are quite cheap. And they're well used, not ripped or full of writing. Well, some are. But I never choose a book with anything written in it. Kinda hypocritical, as I often underline my favorite passages and lines. But then again, that's why I want a fresh book.

I know you are curious to know what I got, so tada:

I'm most excited about the sonnets, and have found what I think will remain my favorite. Which is sonnet 44, should you be curious.

And now I shall leave you alone, since I'm getting up early tomorrow, to play tennis before it gets too hot. Oh, I'm so bad at it. I wish I could say the opposite, or at least with a speck of irony, but I'm truly awful. Uhmm.. Practice makes perfect, aye? :D

The battle for my blood, bed and what could have been a precious night of sleep.

It's a fact: Bugs have invaded my room. And not just any kind of bugs: Mosquitos. Blodsucking, annoying creatures. Don't get me wrong, there are other kinds of lovely bugs here as well, but none quite as irritating as the flock of bloodsuckers. If you're a long follower, you might have seen my 20 something posts describing my fondness of insects. So yes, I am thrilled.

Today, for the first time in weeks, I decided to go to bed early, and even more shocking, get up early as well. Too bad that's not fucking possible with these things flying around. I'll have to spend my night jumping around my room trying to kill them. Let me demonstrate:

Also,  I wonder where the hell they're coming from, as both my windows and doors are closed, and have been all day. There's probably a nest under my bed. Wonderful.

There, I freed myself from some agressio- FUCK THAT BASTARD THAT JUST BIT ME! You shall die. Excuse me for a moment.
....
Of course the thing is hiding under my bed. And no, I didn't write that just for effect, the thing attacked me. And it just did again, I just acted more gracefully this time. And I have no idea where it is hiding now. And I have a brand new mosquitoebite under my foot. Yes, under it. Doesn't that sound pleasant?

Though I know you love my completely meaningless posts (riiight?), I'll stop now. 'night.

And I'm talking to myself all night because I can't forget

That line was from a great song, fyi, I'm not going crazy quite yet.

Since I refuse to write another poor-me-I-don't-have-a-life-post, though it might be true at the moment, here are five good things from the five last days:
-I got my learner's permit. Other drivers might want to discuss that being a good thing.
-I've been to Boston.
-I now own a few more great CDs. Which I legally bought.
-Grist mill is probably the most peaceful, most beautiful place to sit and read, which I have now discovered.
-I'm no longer broke. For now.

See, it's not so bad.
Today you won't get a new picture for your exciting puzzle, as I'm currently working on fixing up my room a little. I'll give them to you in a few days, I swear! Since I know you're all sitting on the edges of your seats right now, waiting.

Oh, one more good thing: I've discovered Pandora radio, which is great. Too bad that none of my readers in Norway (aka none of my readers.) can listen to it, since it only works in the US, apparently. Hum. Yeah, so I just had to tell you about it so you'd wonder what the hell it is. And that's all!

And as a nice ending, just because it has nothing to do with the post, and because I miss him, and because it's the only normal picture ever taken of us, and because (last one, promise) he'll probably never read this: Voila, you've already seen it if you're reading this, a picture of me and my brother, taken this summer.