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Caught some kind of 24 hour food poisoning from the oatmeal raisin cookies at the mini medical school thing. And there's absolutely no irony in that!

So I wasn't at school today. (Meaning Wednesday. Which is no longer today, but still.) Which sorta sucked. Because now I've got to go pay to see the school play to do my analysis of it for theatre class, instead of going to the dress rehearsal for free. And I've now got to make up a chemistry quiz, a bio test, and take a math test all tomorrow/soon. And read a whole bunch of chapters in that stupid Canadian history book and the stupid Latin American history book. By Friday. Which isn't going to happen. Honestly. Nothing good happened in Canada. Ever. They film some good Sci-Fi TV shows there. That's it. I'm appreciating the Latin America book more and more because the Canada one is just so horrible. I'm going to try to find a kiddie Canada book at the library tomorrow, read that instead so I actually have some idea of what to write on the essay for the quiz on Friday.

No Bones on tonight, and the stupid baseball game it was canceled for got rained out and so wasn't even on. Curses.

I was going to go outside (You're all thinking 'Her? Sun? No way'. It was 6:30 at night. So not much sun. And I had sunscreen on.) and play soccer with my sister tonight, but just as we were about to go out the door, it started with the raining. Sadness. Kaci was angry.

The lady running for state representative for my district talked to my liberal union thing, and was all with the praising of me (she mentioned it quite a few times) for this ally week thing that I'm organizing that she heard about at the beginning of the meeting. Yay for that. I was all *blush*.

Somebody broke the screen part of my back door. You know how there are two doors sometimes, a wooden one and a glass/screen one? The spring thing that makes the screen bit close again after you open it isn't there anymore (actually, I think it is there, just hanging off of the door), and so if you open the door, it just swings all the way open (farther than it should open, it just goes until it hits the side of the house) and you've got to manually close it.

There's that wintry smell out. I don't know how else to describe it, just that crisp smell of winter. It's supposed to get down close or right below freezing tonight, and only be slightly above it by the time in the morning I go to school. That's going to be fun, as I can't so much bring a coat because I share my locker with two other people and we won't be able to fit all of our stuff in there with coats too. But I love the cold, so it's okay.

Lisa E. doesn't know command form in Spanish. (Is there another name for that? That and imperative is all we ever called it.) I know command form. Yay for Spanish lip kissing. (Bésame Ud. en los labios, Lisa!) The spanish translations for the subtitles were wrong, at least at one point. Lisa's like "She did come back" and the subtitles said that she did not. And there was a use or two of the vosotros form when the director guy was just talking to Hugh. Yay, me catching spanish mistakes. But really just mistakes in what was happening.

So I'm not getting all of the House Unplugged thing, but some. Which is good. (I just caught 'my whore'. Yay, whore. Cuddy ~~wishes she was~~ is my whore.)

Dubbing is funny. Stacy's dubber for the bit I just saw of her talking to Cuddy sounds majorly like somebody from one of those overly dramatic spanish soap operas. The inflections and all. And in the "House, you are. . . as God made you" bit, the fake!Wilson was laughing. But not sad, cynical laughing, real laughing. RSL acted that bit well, and dubberman ruined the mood of the scene. And the part where Wilson sawed through House's cane and House falls, there's all this grunting and gasping in the dub (LOL, dirty mind) that Hugh didn't do.

Did RSL say that he thinks that Wilson enjoys House? I think so. Awesome word choice.

It's so hard to pick things out when they've got Lisa talking in english, the dub of her on top of it, a dubbed clip going on in the other corner, and "Hallelujah" playing on top of it all. Give us non-spanish speakers a break here! I really wish they'd redo this in english, because even a translation of what's being said takes away so much of it, because it's a translation of a translation, and when the first translation isn't all that precise. . . .

(Ignore the fact that this is probably not right at all. I just found it entertaining that when I was watching the Unplugged thing and writing in here, I switched to writing in spanish without noticing at first. Then I just decided to continue for fun.)
Lisa paga la mujer de la pelo a decir que ella es bonita. Por qué necesita pagar una persona? Quiero decirla gratis!
Lisa no bebe el alchohol? Eh, Cuddy bebe (cuando ella dijo que Vogler necesitó salir, y House y los 'ducklings' estuvieron celebrando, y ella bebió todo la bebida rapidamente), no es una problema para mi historia.
(Hey, does anybody know if the quiero decirla thing is right? That's not how I was going to say it; I had it in future tense, but I checked on some website online to make sure I was conjugating it correctly, and they said to use querer + infinitive instead for having the willingness to do something. I wonder if this is specific to certain areas of the world or something.)

How would you say 'fuck-me shoes' in spanish? Los zapatos de Lisa que se llaman los "fuck-me shoes"? Well, I know what I'm going to spend my spanish class looking up. Hope that's in the dictionary. (But the shot when people were taking pictures of them and Lisa did the eyebrow thing? Yeah, era calor.)

Grr. Internet down. Really, probably my arsehole of a father turned it off again. And it's not even that late, not even 11pm on Wednesday. So must post this later. And I don't have my history stuff finished yet. I need to look up some more stuff for the background for a project that I missed the first day of working on. Lovely. ~~Fucker.~~

So yeah. Ignore the fact that I haven't checked my email in so long that I've got bazillions of messages. Because I've only been getting on every couple of days for any substantial period of time lately. Which is not with the making of me happy.

But the entire internet (okay, maybe just my friends list) speaks/writes like me, which is entertaining, because they're all up with the crazy convoluted "not with the making of me happy" and "And that's my story" and my extremely overused "yay!"s.

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Damn. Post too long. Me with the writing too much. Cutting it in half. So we've got the school and clothing talking about stuff and then the House stuff. Here we go.

(the homeroom type thing. I don't know what your equivalent is)

Though I know lots of other schools in the area have one, we actually don't. Which is sad. Because if I had a homeroom each day where we didn't do anything (do you have to do anything in there?), I wouldn't have to pretend I was taking notes in history while actually doing my homework for next hour, I could just do my homework for next hour. T'would greatly improve my efficiency in the homework doing if I didn't have to look up at the board/teacher every once and a while to show that I was "paying attention".

That's crazy, the recess thing. I haven't had recess since elementary school. And even then, only the recess that comes after lunch in 4th and 5th grade (age 9 and 10) because back then, if you were in orchestra, you missed the second recess. 20 minute recess. 40 minute lunch. I'm moving to your school. *shakes head* You all are slackers down there, eh? XD

Only I can't really do it for school, because of our uniform.

Ergh. Are uniforms really common down there? Though I know some public schools require them (or were talking a lot about requiring them), around me it's only the private ones that make you wear uniforms.

And (in winter) I'm odd in that I wear a bra to bed on most occasions, so if I'm going somewhere in casual clothes I leave my pyjamas on and slip another top or jumper over the top.

Yeah, I do that sometimes, but I don't really have many sports bras or anything that fit ~~well enough~~ at all save maybe two that don't have annoying jabby underwire bits. So I do that with those two (like I did last night) but the rest of the time I take it off because I'm not a fan of being uncomfortable.

And you hardly sweat or anything in winter so there's nothing gross about it.

Exactly! Though my father seems to think otherwise. Him this morning: "Didn't you wear that shirt to bed?" Me: "Yeah." Him: "Don't you think that's skuzzy?" Me: "No, I think that's warm."

do you have to do anything in there?

Not really. We have our names ticked off and one person reads out a prayer (being a Catholic school and all) and then the daily notices get read out and stuff. It only goes for twenty minutes (with the exception of Wednesday, when it goes for about ten minutes in the morning) so there isn't really much you can do besides talk or maybe speed through homework. In the Wednesday 40-minute extended PCG session before lunch we either sit there and talk or do House/PCG activities. Or they use that time for assemblies. Which I prefer, because the time goes faster that way.

You all are slackers down there, eh?

*stretches out in chair* Yup.

Haha, you should totally move to my school. And sit with me in SOSE class. Then my dream would really come true! *laughs at people who read this without reading our other conversation*

Are uniforms really common down there?

I'm not sure. I haven't yet seen a school with no uniform. Most public schools just have the school t-shirt with black bottoms (or any kind of bottoms) and the school jumper. Some have actual uniforms, though they're generally not as... complex as private school uniforms. For lack of a better word.

annoying jabby underwire bits

The bra I'm wearing right now has annoying underwire bits that dig into my skin and make it all itchy. Actually... I have no idea why I'm still wearing it. But I try to steer clear of the underwire (and have been told it's a good idea, considering I don't exactly need it), so most of mine are comfortable. I'd still prefer to sleep without them in summer and any other weather that's not cold.

Ugh, discomfort. The other night I was so tired I fell asleep with one of my more uncomfortable bras on, and woke up the next morning with these red raw marks under my bust and on my back from where it had been pressing into the skin all night. And the skin was all itchy, and... ugh.

skuzzy?

*giggles* what an odd word.

one person reads out a prayer (being a Catholic school and all)

Oh, I didn't know you went to a Catholic school. Interesante.

In the Wednesday 40-minute extended PCG session before lunch we either sit there and talk or do House/PCG activities.

Okay, you're going to have to explain that. Because I can't come up with what PCG could stand for that would make sense and by House activities, the first thing that popped into my head was slash writing.

Haha, you should totally move to my school. And sit with me in SOSE class. Then my dream would really come true!

Umm, yeah. That'd be awesome.

I haven't yet seen a school with no uniform. Most public schools just have the school t-shirt with black bottoms (or any kind of bottoms) and the school jumper.

Really? Interesante again. So even public schools are all uniformed up. By more complex in the private schools, you mean with skirts and ties and such, correct? Instead of just shirt/pants/jumper? Urgh. Though I imagine it's easy to get dressed in the morning.

The bra I'm wearing right now has annoying underwire bits that dig into my skin and make it all itchy

Urgh. Yeah, I seem to remember research somewhere a while ago that said something about underwire and breast cancer because of the constant rubbing/jabbing/pressure. It's like my theory about why loads of singer/songwriter types get breast cancer-- it's the guitar strap. Seriously. Only maybe not, because I don't know on which side they wear their guitar strap and if that's the same side with the cancer. But I didn't pay any attention to the research because it was long enough ago that I had no chest to speak of and therefore it didn't apply to me, so I may be wrong. I haven't heard of anything about it since, though, so I'm thinking that maybe it was proven wrong or something. Still. *burns bras*

(and have been told it's a good idea, considering I don't exactly need it)

That's nice. The not needing. I'm right at that line that's not quite OMGChest! but not small enough to get away without good support. It's kinda odd, because I wear Ds and such, but I don't appear to have substantial chest really at all if you just looked at me.
Somewhere in this last 4 months or so I got really self conscious and started wearing a bra even just around my house if I wasn't in my bedroom. Which I thought was odd, as I don't know where it came from. But come to think of it, I didn't today, so maybe that's gone or something. Dunno.

The other night I was so tired I fell asleep with one of my more uncomfortable bras on, and woke up the next morning with these red raw marks under my bust and on my back from where it had been pressing into the skin all night.

Urgh. I woke up after taking a nap this afternoon (because I nap all the time because sleep is good and I practically hibernate in the winter) and I thought I had big nasty stretchmarks on the underside of my left bicep (they looked just like stretchmarks) but it turned out to be the mark from the seam on my shirt. I was freaked out for a little bit, because they were angry red looking bastards. Yeah.

what an odd word.

You know, I had to try to highlight this to copy it like 4 times because it was not letting me highlight both 'what' and 'word' at the same time. Odd. It did, eventually, but that was strange.

Yeah, I don't know where half of my words come from. That's one that my dad actually does use, though; I do know a lot of my strange vocabulary comes from him. Like "Canadia". And such.