Today was a /wonderful/ day.

First of all, it began halfway yesterday, with Shining-- being Shining-- accusing me of liking someone. And also, like Shining is usually, she refuses to be deterred from that theory, regardless of what I do/say. Apparently it just convinces her more. And today on the bus, I was reminded of that, which put me in something of an irritable mood for school.

I perked slightly in Spanish, when the usual prep wasn't present, but she arrived halfway through the class, put her feet on the metal-basket-beneath my desk /again/.. and wouldn't shut up.

Got a C on the APUSH test.. which, considering I studied very little, shouldn't have surprised me, but did. I will study harder for the next one, I suppose..

English wasn't bad, though I forgot my journal in my locker and couldn't go get it because I didn't want to look stupider than I already did. (The day before, Mr. Reeder mentioned that the Chronicles of Narnia was based on the Bible, and I made an open sulking, which made me look so stupid.) HOWEVER. We had to get into groups, and this one guy named Tim who reminds me a bit of Will from eighth grade wanted to do the exact two options that I'd dibsed. And then laughed at me when I narrowed my eyes at him and told him to /pick what he wanted/. (He recoiled in 'fright', naturally. Why is it that all the guys I know either enjoy mocking me or laughing at me?)

And then there was Bio, which actually wasn't half-bad either, aside from the whole “P.O. on Monday, Test on Tuesday” thing..

ECA class was where it all went wrong.
We were drawing lots for who would present first in class on Monday and Tuesday.. and I kept drawing the wrong lots. So my group started at the way back, and ended up as presenting as the third group on the first day. Although there was a happily enjoyable period with inkblots that was actually quite funny, I guess.. and the bit where we decided that Cory made a perfect madman. Well.. it was either him, or that silly prep, who’s quite possibly the most idiotic person I’ve ever met. (She didn’t understand what ‘inquisitive’ meant. Good grief..)

But at the beginning of the period, at attendance, Miss Bell asked everyone to name what they were doing on the weekend. Cory said something about going to homecoming.. and I could all but swear that at the same instant, the prep with the red-dyed hair said my name, and was smirking at me over that. And so was the irritating prep from my Spanish class. So I did the automatic-blocking thing, and blurted out, “Jenny Shen”.

Immediately, Irritating!Prep took up the call of saying her name, and Cory asked her how she knew that. And she pointed at me. (Me at the time: -_-;;;;;; -gods, how stupid can I be in one day? And why did the gods see fit to give me a mouth?-) And the following conversation went something like this:

Me: -flushes- Well, you were staring at my _head_.
Prep: I was not; I was looking at Cory!
Me: -sarcastic look- Yeah. Through my head, maybe.
Prep: -huffs- (to teacher) She doesn’t like me!
Teacher: -soothingly- I’m sure she likes you fine.
Me: -pleasant look- Depends on your definition of like.
Teacher: (to prep) Well, you know, some people are just so alike that they just can’t get along, you know?
Me: -twitch- I’m not like her..
Prep: See?! She doesn’t like me!
Me: What? I just really don’t want to be like you.

And then some other things that I can’t remember..

And then I made more dead people comments at Kevin.. which was kinda fun, I guess. Who’d’ve thought that dead people would permeate the world so thoroughly?

It was fun until I realized that Cory was teaching the preps Chinese. Which is.. urgh. I mean, now they’re stepping up to me smilingly and saying things so wrong that I just want to scream.

No prose-y stuff today, but I’m annoyed still. Even at home, life won’t leave me alone. Mum’s decided that I’ve stolen her business keys, and is pestering me at every opportunity to try and “get them back”. It BUGS me. Grr. If I had them, don’t you think I’d’ve turned them in for the bloody five-dollar reward already?

So yeah. Life is –damnable-.