AND YOU'RE SAFE.

With only a mere 35 minutes to spare I come in just in time to make my two week mark. And they say procrastination isn't a skill. yeah right.

SO for today's topic I shall tell you about my 3 tests tomorrow. Actually tomorrow will be nice since it's History with Bruce (the man) then studyhall, then gym (no swimming, rejoice!), then a French test, lunch, Religion test, English, annnnnd a Math test. Then a loverly 3 day weekend.

Followed by a 3 day week with maximum 34 minute periods. THEN FRIDAY OFF. HAHA, I knew some day I'd be compensated for not getting Roshashana and Yom Kippur off. So, I'm not worried about any of my tests cause I've only had school for oh, 9 days and already they think there's enough info for a test. Surprising cause I only had two tests in four months in French so maybe she'd actually like grades this trimester. weird idea right?

Religion is 3 front-back pages of notes. That is all. And some articles on conscience (the whole test is on conscience) We started covering before Christmas but I still am rather worried about getting the test and having a 'OH, YOU MEANT THESE NOTES' moment and bombing. I'd really like to get another 100 in that class. I do wonderfully already.

Then Trigonometry. SIN=O/H Yeah, basically I've spent most of my study times commiting to memory around 40 mathematical facts. Heres hoping they're helpful down the line otherwise Mr. G is getting popped in the mouth. I seriously doubt knowing that:

sin2 + cos2 = 1 ÷ sin2 = 1 + cot2 = csc2

will EVER help me. EVER. I mean legitimately not even Jeopardy asks that kind of question so in April I better be thanking myself for learning all this shit. Overall I feel like I could rock every last fucking test. But, I've never had 3 tests on the same day before so my tummys turning and I'm feeling kind of home sick. No, Miley. No.

I also built a fort today in my room to study in cause I need isolation and this like mug thats been on top of my armoire forever got pulled off the top of it (along with a cd player) and broke into 3 pieces. It was all pretty and about Jeminia Puddleduck or something. Luckily it broke into 3 big pieces and sits together on it's own. Glue + Heat = Mug. Although the handle pieces dissapeared into an oblivion somehow. The CD player's top broke off but it was so fucked up I didn't even care. Mug > CD Player.

I think that automatically makes me a good person. That and the fact I'm listening to Gaga right now, my love. Well. One of my loves. I'm poly-amourous as the bi-guy on Million Dollar Listing called it. Psh. LOVE IS LOVE IS LOVE.

But that is for another time, another place, another life.

KCTW