So anyway. Back to what I was saying. Which was…ah okay. Not much, gotcha. Oh! a footnote. I’ll address that here rather than at the end so I won’t forget. So, without further ado:
*French class: Yes, I will be continuing with French next year, in addition to Spanish. However, I am horrendous at French and had a terrible teacher last year, when I was in French 1 (not that I listened much…case in point being my rather extensive and freakishly (for me) regular posts.) Anyway, I wish someone would tutor me or at least speak French to me so I can work on pronunciation so I won’t completely embarrass myself at the start of next year. Maybe I should start watching more French films?…a bit of a risque way to get an education, but hey—could be fun, eh?Speaking of the beginning of the school year (eck—I hate to even mention it!), I think I had better start exercising or something so that on August 31st I don’t look like I’ve just been sitting in the sun reading all summer because, um, that would be totally inaccurate. (Sometimes I sit in the shade.) But yeah, although I must admit that for the first time in uh, ever, I actually have a chest—which is nice—I feel a bit plump and uncomfortable. But I don’t really like exercise—the catch-22, you see. Maybe I’ll just take up jogging again—I used to jog every day. Hated it, though. Hated that I was running with no particular purpose or destination. Also, I rather dislike sweating… (I’m one of those kids who always signs up for “mixed games” in gym class.) Uh huh. But then, if I get in shape, I’ll hafta sacrifice the chest…oh well.
Hm, on a decidedly less awkward note, I’ve quite outdone myself (so modest!) with the latest thing I’ve created. It’s a robot. Well, it’s more like a stuffed doll that is a robot; I made it for my sister because she was feeling glum. In all honesty, it’s really not very attractive nor masterfully done, but I had to sew it by hand and I’m bollocks* at that kind of thing. That said, I’m quite proud of it and when I locate The Amazing Disappearing Digital Camera, I shall document its every facet for you guys. Because obviously you’re set on edge with the intrigue of it all.
*Bollocks: Hooray for British slang! I’m not sure where I picked that up, though—surely it couldn’t’ve been Harry Potter, as I’m fairly certain bollocks means—um, y’know. Gosh, I hope Harry wasn’t using language like that! Scandalous!Oh, small side note: I got the score for my AP exam the other day, and I got a 5, which is exciting for two reasons. First, because I didn’t take the class (I oh-so-arrogantly decided that I could teach myself the material better than the teacher could, after the first couple weeks of school) and the teacher was so infuriatingly certain I wouldn’t pass unless I took his class—ha! Second, because that means that I’ve gotten perfect scores on the SAT I, SAT II, and AP I’ve taken within the past few months. And I don’t say this to gloat, but the obsessive-compulsive perfectionist in me (which is not so much a small aspect of me as it is an overwhelming characteristic of my being) rejoices at this. (I think I wrote some kind of frantic post while in the midst of studying for the AP exam back in May—complete with the panic-mode desk photo and prophesies of doom and yeah, you get the idea.) Okay, that was more than a “small side note,” wasn’t it? Eugh, sorry for being so self-absorbed. Then again, this is after all a blog; self-absorption is sort of their sole purpose.
All right, my handwriting has regressed to the point of near-illegibility. Which means it’s definitely past my bedtime. G’night, all (though in all likelihood I won’t post this till tomorrow). And the inane drivel must end. This is why you must never enter into conversation with me after midnight; I’m more verbose and incoherent than usual, which is really quite a feat. Good night then!