February 11th, 2010
So I sent it 27 hours ago. I figure if you haven't replied by now, you aren't going to. Here goes plan B: I just don't talk to you for a long time. The next time I will allow myself to anticipate having a conversation with you will be around my birthday. By then it'll probably be far too late to ask about that message, but I guess as long as you talk to me, it'll be okay. As long as you don't arrive at Orcas with the thought that I "REALLY like you" in your head. I like you. I like your sense of humor, I like your music, I like basically everything about you. But, I think to try to keep my resolution to wait for you, I will have to change the subject of my rants. If I can't text you to tell you absolutely everything, I have to have some kind of outlet. So, starting now, you aren't a real person. You are my diary. Okay? Okay. Kapeesh? Kaposh.
Today... well, star with yesterday. We had forecasts for over a foot of snow! Naturally, basically every school in every state around here closed. By around 12:00 in the afternoon, only a few snowflakes had fallen. I was beginning to get a little disappointed because I was running out of daylight hours to build another snoctopus (snow octopus. Try it some time). I wrtoe in my fantasy story book for awhile, but then it started raining. Eventually by 6:00 or so, we had about a quarter of an inch of snow... nowhere near a foot. February 10th 2010 will forever be known as the mega fail snowday.
Today (because fail was all that happened yesterday), we were supposed to have an assembly preaching on the history of our school in preparation for next year's celebration of the 125th anniversary. Several minutes into the principal's speech, one of the art teachers walked on stage in a corn costume that had "not a banana" written on the back. She announced a faculty talent show through a "corny" knock-knock joke.
The first act was my old Spanish teacher. He (yes, he. As in of the male gender) was wearing a red sequined dress with a red wig and he sang a re-written but not transposed version of a Billie Holliday song. I kind of always loved him, but this on top of him wearing a tutu to school for no reason and dressing up as a remarkably convincing fairy princess (tiara, hair extensions, feather boa, make up, high heels, wand and dress for the last day of school last year) just officially make him my favorite teacher. Ever.
The corny jokes came back between all of the following acts:
-- a few teachers sang a randition of "drive my car" by the Beatles
-- two english teachers did a baseball joke where "who plays first base, what plays second, and I don't know plays third. Tomorrow is the pitcher, today is the catcher, and I don't care is the shortstop"
-- the history department did a history rap with was completely disastrous and incredibly hilarious.
-- then they were a jet bomber attacking German planes until they were surrounded by enemy aircrafts! Fire on the left engine! And the poor noob teacher got soaked with a bucket of water.
-- the science teachers did a "magic" show
-- one of the gym teachers did one of her original, spiritual hip-hop dances
-- my old music teacher did ballroom dancing
-- my history and english teachers did an opera duet that was one of the only truly amazing displays of real talent
-- then... I can't even begin to put this in words. It started out with interviews of teacher to ask them what they thought the "Beyoncettes" were. Mr. S said he thought they were the name of the architectural group working on the school's courtyard. His opinion was that they should put a ring on it. Cue 4 male teachers to come out wearing tights, short dresses, and ridiculous wigs to do the dance to Single ladies by Beyonce. I am scarred for life.
Well, I have to go. A song came on that reminds me of... you.