Follies of Today and Fops of Yesterday

Hmm well... not much to say for today. Let's start with yesterday, then.

Yesterday:

The day was fairly uninteresting until I got to Catholicism. I think you can pretty well guess by now what this little part of my rant is going to be about. I should probably give the ridiculously talkative girl next to me a pseudo-name, it will get too complicated if I don't, so: Olga. Anyway, Olga was complaining to me again about things that she somehow expected me to know about (which I did know about, embarrassingly enough, but no way was I going to let on to that) like lineart and some teenybopper art site that occasionally has some cool stuff (my definition, not hers. The site's Deviantart, by the way). She was saying something along the lines of "and you know, if you post lineart, you're just asking for someone to color it" which basically translates to (in words understandable to the general public): "and you know, if you post some uncolored art on an art site with a copyright, then you are just asking for someone to color it in Photoshop in about five minutes and put it up--colored--on the same site, claiming it as your own. You know, because it's perfectly natural to steal copyrighted stuff."

And if that wasn't enough, she proceeded to tell me some "assholes" were getting mad at her for it. Oh, the nerve! Getting mad at someone for breaking the law! In any case... that was bad enough, but then she went on to say something very thoughtless and extremely unnerving.

She said "I wanted to kill myself for the second time in my life."

"Excuse me?" I thought, "over people you don't even know getting mad at you?" I was outraged. After all that's happened at my school, I find it completely inexcusable when people take that lightly. You wanted to kill yourself, Olga? If you had wanted--really wanted--to do such a thing, you would have. If you can stick around to say that sort of thing, then you clearly didn't mean it.

And on that note, that same day (or perhaps the day before... all the days are getting muddled together now) some stupid girl in my English class was repeatedly suggesting in a "joking" manner that perhaps our English teacher was late because he had died. You don't joke about that. I don't care what the circumstances are, that's not funny at all.

Onto something more interesting that I will take less time with: my dad and I went on a walk to the nearby university that night and I kicked over some mushrooms. We found a woman's cell phone in the parking lot and returned it to her, which also took a while.

Today:

Today we had a late start at school (meaning, school starts later than usual) and my mom and I went out for breakfast. School was fairly boring, but I made a fool of myself again in Spanish (oh and Sidney, your sister's in my Spanish class). The teacher already thinks I am incredibly stupid but today made it so much worse. She was showing pictures from a school trip to Peru sponsored by the Spanish department or something and as we were leaving she had fliers on her desk and said "take a flier if you're interested!" I was interested, very much so, except I didn't think my parents would let me go. So as I was thinking all of that, I passed by her desk and kind of slowed down and almost stopped, smiling a really weird smile at her, and I kind of opened my mouth a little and shut it quickly and left. It was really awkward...

I just got back from yoga, which was all right. Tomorrow we get out from school early because we have mass and the freshman get their Bibles. I remember when I was a freshman and got my Bible. The French teacher grabbed my arm roughly on the way down to the stage and whispered in my ear very loudly "your skirt is too short!" That was a horrible, horrible way to start things. So Nat, if you're reading this, make sure it doesn't happen to you!