Mental: Senior research is over. I have no real reason to be at school anymore... go me. However, this also means I have no real reason to be at school anymore and the lack of motivation to get up in the mornings is therefore rapidly diminishing.
Emotional: fucknuggets. That is all I have to say.
Social: re-enabled the comments. Those so-disliking-people-that-I-want-to-prete
Misc: Emily blew up at Mr. Warren today after band. She's not played in somewhere around three weeks or so, and so she'll just sit there with her flute in her lap (she's got the bronchitis thing too). She was saying something, and Warren snapped "You're not playing; I don't want to hear it". She confronted him about that after class, yelling about how she has been playing flute for 9 years (you'd think that after 9 years she might've made it into a top band... Hrm. Wow, that was unnecessarily catty of me, wasn't it?) and would be playing if she could. He must have called her Elizabeth by mistake, as he commonly forgets who is whom between Elizabeth, Liz, and Emily. Well, she lost it. She screamed "MY NAME IS NOT ELIZABETH! COULD YOU AT LEAST LEARN MY NAME?!?" and stormed out in tears.
He agreed with me that the best way to get along with her is to ignore everything she says and does.
She's sick and she hates him on top of that, so I'm not too worried about that particular outburst. Normally she'd just make snide comments behind his back (or to his face) but when she's not feeling well I suppose she loses it a bit. It'll blow over eventually. And even if it doesn't, there's only a month of school left, so really, who cares?
Oh yeah. My sister Nicole is on Blogger. If she truly enjoys it, perhaps someday a LJ. *shrug* She can be found here. Go see what she has to say.