Amazement (Stupore)

Wow, I am amazed. I actually walked home from Cabrillo College, a trip that would usually cost me a 20-30 minute bus ride. I walked from 6:15 to 7, less than an hour! Amazing! lol. I checked the Yahoo! maps thing on how many miles it is from my house to cabrillo, and it says it's like, 6 miles. Don't believe me? Check for yourself. Yahoo maps are usually really stupid and make you drive around circles trying to find a certain destination, so I asked my mom approximately how far cabrillo was from our house, and she said between 4 and 5 miles (not taking the freeway). Lets see.... Harbor is about a mile from my house, more or less, and it takes me between 20 to 30 minutes walking home from school, but that's with me carrying a backpack that weighs 50 pounds and having to walk over a steep(ish) bridge. o_O;


If I had waited until my mom and sister got home from their bowling thing (and they eventually went food-shopping afterwards), I would have been at Cabrillo until 10:30, calling and calling my house. And that would be bad, because I wouldn't have had the time to do my textbook homework, or do my flashcards for English, and I would be very, VERY pissed off. Even more than I am now.


Oh wait, yeah I forgot to talk talk about my shitty day...


I started my period (haha to guys. I know how much guys hate it when girls talk about their period) yesterday, so obviously, I would be in a bad mood until a couple of days after it blows off. I told my mom about my toothache last night and how it cracked and is now loose. I tried pulling it out myself with a tweeser, but she wouldn't let me and gave me the option of skipping school today to go to an emergency appointment at the dentist. I ended up skipping my zero period class, along with chemistry and art. The dentist injects me with anasthetics as usual, probably a few times since it was the back molar and blah blah blah it was the same tooth where I had my root canal, blah blah they said they shouldn't pull it out since I (and my mom) spent so much time and money getting that root canal, so they decided to just pull out the loose part, leave the root canal thingy in, and schedule me in the future to figure out what to do with it. So now, I have a huge hole in the back of my tooth and I can't chew on the left side of my mouth at all, unless I want sharp pains for a while week.


After my dentist appointment, I called my mom up on her cell phone (who was at the mall, practically right next door to the dentists' office) to come pick me up QUICKLY, so I can make it to the damn Mock Trials meeting (which was in 15 minutes, at 12:30). She said she'd be there right away, and FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, the time I was supposed to be at the meeting, she arrives. I was like... "WHAT THE HELL! THE MEETING IS STARTING RIGHT NOW!" She was like, what meeting? and I just (lightly) screamed and ranted about how she never EVER remembers anything I do, any of the classes I take, NOTHING. SHe is just a senile old hag. She felt all bad and drove fast (fast compaired to her driving anyways, it was still considered as slow) to my school, as I STOMPED out of the car and slammed the door behind me, running to the meeting for Mock Trial. Ugh... I can be so mean when I'm PMSing. I mean, I'm mean in general, but the PMS just maginifies it.


After lunch, I had Cisco with Lorraine, Ashley, Austin and Jaye. It kind of pissed me off how cocky Lorraine can be at times, and she just likes to shove it in my face when I get something wrong as if she's superior. Just like her mom. Maybe it was because I was having a shitty day, maybe it was because I was PMSing, but her behavior just got to me today and made me just a little bit more pissed off. When school ended, I went to Cabrillo. My Speed Reading class was the best thing that happened to me today. There are sooo many hot guys in that class, it's not even funny. And it's fun, too. I met two girls that seem pretty nice (one more social and "bubbly" than the other), so that's cool. Earlier, I stated that I realized that I didn't really have a way to get home since I didn't have my money with me, but I seriously didn't want to ask them for a dollar fifty or a ride, even though they were really nice. I mean, they would get the wrong impression of me and would think that I was just using them or something. And I hate that. I just generally hate people that use other people for money or materialistic possesions, or for something equally immoral. It's just.... the lowest of the low, in my opinion. I mean, I would probably rather kill a man than use him and/or rob him. But that's just me, though.


My walk home was pretty refreshing, until I hit the big hill from Soquel High to the top at King's Paints. While I was walking that quarter of a mile of a hill, I seriously thought I was going to pass out and collapse onto the middle of the road. My mom WAS going to buy me a Jamba Juice after my dentist appointment, but after me getting all pissed off about being late for the meeting, I refused to take it and told her to just hurry up and drop me off to school. God, I was so pissed off about that. Anywho, I didn't have much to eat today (until I got home, of course) except for the left-over bag of hot cheetos I had in my backpack. Blah... I'm just happy I didn't pass out in some corner where bumbs hung out. Otherwise, I would probably be pregnant right now from being raped and violently molested. Eww.


When I got home, I quickly fixed something to eat, since I was STARVING. I made myself a delicious very home-style grilled cheese sandwich, and boiled myself a pot of Udon. Soooo good. After that, I did my chemistry text-book assignments in front of the t.v. (I didn't want to go upstairs to the computer room, otherwise I would be distractied from my work by talking to people on my buddy list). I then finally got to finish my flashcards, and here I am. My day was just shitty because "natural" things, other than me being a complete idiot and once again, leaving something very vital at home. PMS is just an obstacle that you have to breeze and breathe through, otherwise you would never get through it alive. Or get through it without someone else dying...or something. Damnit, it's almost midnight and I haven't even read my book yet.


I've decided that I write too much. Now, if only I can focus all of this writing energy towards my Mock-Trial argument for the tryouts next week. We are supposed to pick a contriversal subject, arguing BOTH sides for the tryouts. There were close to 40 people (maybe even more) that showed up for the meeting today, and there are only 10 seats available for the team, so competition is going to be HARSH. Although, I heard some whispers in the crowd, some saying "Oh my gosh, look at all these people... I'm never going to make the team, so I guess I'll just quit" and blah blah blah. I sensed other people backing up as well, so there shouldn't be more than 25-30 people at the tryouts. I just need:


1. A good controversal argument
2. Use my "experience" to argue the two main points of the argument, lying to have people earnestly believe what I was saying, and make my entire thesis look good by making really, really good points.
3. Do some research on my topic.
4. Don't slack off and write my argument the day before tryouts.
5. Practice my public speeking
6. Practice my acting (so I can make my argument look good)
7. Read a few books on law that would benefit my argument so I could back-up my points. Gather up statistics on my argument
8. Be sweet while talking to the judges, yet be BRUTAL on the stage/courtroom
9. Try to scare off my "opponents" before the tryouts begin, intimidate them and tell them how hard it's going to be so they'd back out and I would have a better chance of making it. (yes, I am an evil, mischievous bitch. and damn proud of it.)
and finally,
10. Pretend I know what I'm doing.


If I do those ten things before/during the day of tryouts (which is a week from today--next monday), I will DEFINITELY make the team. I just hope, hope, hope I don't slack off because I reaaaally want this. I want it so bad, I'll probably PEE my pants right now. Garrrr.