Day 11- Eisenstein

As a girl going through the pubescent years, I must remind myself to exercise extreme caution when watching the Guns N Roses video for November Rain as it is the second most perfect, heartbreaking love story I have ever seen (besides Titanic) and I can't spend two hours after I go to bed watching it. Today started with me feeling pathetic because I cried for two hours the night before at the video for November Rain. On the plus side, I woke up exactly when I was supposed to.
Homeroom: Where I witnessed the class sing Happy Birthday to Becky while I tried to quietly read The Godfather. (I got to the part where Michael took the gun out from behind the urinal, then the bell rang)
1st period: Where Mrs. Read happened to put me and my subtle crush, Angus, beside each other and I simultaneously hated her guts and loved her for it.
2nd period: Gym. I hate gym. Always have, always will. The only thing I hate more than gym is the gym teacher, Mrs. Bell.
3rd period: Where I wrote down the things that make me happy.
Lunch: Where, while conversing with my fellow LSAs (CJ, Bryn, Mavis, Maddie and Gabrielle) I dropped my container of ketchup-soaked turkey on my pants.
4th period: Where I became even more disappointed with Remy, as he finally taught me something I didn't know, and gave a hard-ish question, then followed it up with "but this is really hard, and we're going to be working all month to get to this."
5th period: Where Jackson and I taught the 6th grade French immersion class how to conjugate verbs to the 'futur proche' while using Back To The Future as a basis for our presentation. I introduced myself as Dr. Emmet Brown, while Jackson introduced himself as Marty. We had drawn a DeLorean on a large sheet of paper, with 'Conjugation Circuts' to fill in. As another part, I had brought in a stuffed dog to be Einstein. During the first set of presentations, the kids thought Einstein was hilarious and cute. During the second set, someone renamed him Eisenstein. For the rest of the day, Jackson and I couldn't stop saying Eisenstein like Professor Frink from the Simpsons. (Try it, it's HILARIOUS!)
After school: Since it's Tuesday, I have intermediate band after school. I play the clarinet, but I'm the second best, so I sit one seat over from the oboe section of one. I don't need to focus often during intermediate band (I'm the second-best, Director never singles me out) so my mind wanders a lot. Today, it wandered to the oboe section of one, populated by Angus, the so-named 'Oboe Hobo'.  I was either bored or feeling romantic, but my eyes started wandering to his hands. He has beautiful hands. They're long-fingered, muscular and smooth. I started thinking about what I'd let his hands do to me. Let me tell you, it got filthy from there. I think it was then I'd decided that I wanted to date Angus. The only thing that can stop me now is my incurable nervousness around rejection. Tomorrow, I WILL DO IT!
P.S. Regarding my insane book, I put off writing this entry just so I could finish Easy Action. 2 albums down, 18 to go!