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Today, we dissected cow eyes in science. It was a good thing I had a willing partner, because it took about 15 minutes for me to work up the courage to even touch it with the scalpel (and gloves on). At least we didn't get a juicy one like Jessica did... xp

I went sort of crazy at lunch and started running around barking at people. Not barking like yelling, but actually barking. Well, it was really more like a psychotic, coke-spazzed, genetically mutated cross between a dog, rooster, and pirate. Then, the school counselor (who normally walks around talking to people at lunch) came up and asked why I was barking, and if I'd do it for her. I said no out of embarrassment, because I don't like attention like that. (Gee, you could really tell, huh?) I cracked up as soon as she left because I realized that outside the context of this particular lunch period, that would have been a really strange request.

We're starting a sci-fi novel in English, so our homework was this worksheet that gave the situation that some superior race has been observing us for 100 years and are now forming a powerful federation of planets in which will destroy all other planets, and they're on the fence of inviting us, so we had to come up with a six reasons why they should. I was having trouble thinking of a last one, and I so badly wanted to put one of the following:

"We'll give you a cookie..."
"We're the only planet that has hippos!"
"C'mon, man! We've got the sexiest rockstars EVER!"

but I wasn't quite sure a) whether or not this was being graded, and, if it was, b) if my teacher has a sense of humor.

My family seems to have developed a disturbing habit in that they seem to have forgotten that knocking before entering a room is a common courtesy. I've had 2 occasions where a member of my family just busts open my door and nearly waltzes in while I'm getting dressed. I mean, you should always knock before entering someone's room when the door's closed anyway, but especially when they just got out of the shower 2 minutes ago. Sheesh. Not to mention it took saying "I'm getting DRESSED!" so many times that the last time it turned into something along the lines of "I'm knitting BREASTS!" before she finally closed the door. Now, granted, that's only 2-3 times, but that's 2-3 times too many.

The other day in history, my teacher was talking about the slave trade in early America and he had 5 girls from the class lay down on the classroom floor and he talked about what they would be going through if they were slaves on a boat to America, and at one point had them all turn on their sides laying VERY close to eachother. One of the guys in the class (who is always hitting on practically every girl in our grade, looking them up and down, staring, asking my poor friend for her address and phone number several times, and generally being creepy) was staring at these 5 girls lying on the floor with the most pointedly obscene look I've ever witnessed in my life. (His eyes were wider than I could even stretch mine to show my friend because she happened to be one of the ones on the floor, and he was leaned far forward). The only way to describe it would be unwholesome and repulsive.