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Hey, everybody. I know I haven't blogged lately, so I guess I should update you.

The day before yesterday... I hurt my ankle in PE. I took a shin to the ankle. I earned second chair cello. I got a cat call. There were these two guys walking around the second story of the middle school building, and called down to me "hey you!". Needless to say, I looked at them as though they were crazy-- they didn't even know me. Then one of them (God forbid I find out who he was) yelled down "You're hot! You wanna go out?" You wanna learn some grammar? Then nerve of some people, I swear!

Yesterday... PE was amazing! Even though I'm in a class full of Jocks, I'm always picked first for teams, and sometimes even fought over. Yay, girl power!
I skipped Certamen practice to go to Fiddle Club. We got to have a party, complete with Krispy Kreme donuts, chips, and sweet tea.
After that, I went to the back of the school to find Sunny, and this guy (allow me to rephrase-- pig) calls from the backseat of a blue car "Hey, sexy!" I ignored him, and as the car pulled away, he yelled out "You're hot!" What in hell? Is chivalry dead? Hold a door for me, and then tell me I'm hot. I might even look twice. What's wrong with people these days? What ever happened to a time where men were called "gentlemen" for a reason?

Today... I rehurt my ankle, playing soccer, again. I made it from third peroid PE, to fourth period Culinary, and went to the back of the room, where our teacher sat. Well, she's a sit in-- our teacher is on maternity leave. I asked her "can I go to the clinic?" she has an issue with the whole 'can I versus may I' thing; "I don't know can you?" she asked. So I talked really slowly and really loud, as if I was talking to an invalid; "AM...I...A-...LLOWED...TO...GO...TO...THE...CLI-...NIC?" And she got pissed at me for having an additude, until I flashed the purple bruise that was the size of my opened palm on my ankle. Then she shooed me away. I went to Grandma's then the doctor, then the radiologist for an x-ray. They were supposed to call me with the result, but they didn't. Idiots.

I currently have 12 days until the State Latin Forum (States).

Hello, My name is Amber, and I'm a workaholic. But it's okay; I'm getting better, now. (not really on the "getting better" If anything, I'm getting worse...)
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  1. Shalot's Avatar
    that sounds like high school. High School is weird. Everyone is weird. At least they're not yelling, "Hey Fido"
  2. Anza's Avatar
    no thanks, then. I don't like cat calls!
  3. Virgil's Avatar
    Guys like that are no good. Don't even give them a second thought. Don't even consider any guy unless he's a gentleman.
  4. kiz_paws's Avatar
    Hey, take care of that ankle, Anza! Your blog entry made me smile just at the way you tell about your goings-ons. I think that Cat Calls have been around for a looooooooong time, but anyhow, shy gentlemen are not too hard to find, so hang in there. Kizzo
  5. Bakiryu's Avatar
    Be glad you're in America honey. Back home we can get so much more creative with the cat calls.