The Boring Life of Mare

What can I say? I lead a very lacklustre life, but I shall tell you all about it anyway. Because I know you're dying for me to tell you.

So this weekend was pretty vexing on a number of levels. Choir was sectionals, which no one ever likes, but I would like to point out that not once did I hear Vibralto Girl use her vibralto. I think she may have had a near-death experience over the break and realized that her singing sucked. Well, one can hope. I went home over-night, which caused it's own brand of annoyance. Cheyenne was over on Sunday and my mum always babys her, which just sets my teeth on edge. And I had to do homework, and then I went and visted my grandma in the hospital for 15 minutes. So, kinda boring.

Yesturday I had a thoroughly discuting "pita" which I shall now describe in great detail. First of all, it wasn't a pita, it was a wrap. And it wasn't chicken ceasar, it was an unidentified substance posing as chicken and spinach posing as salad. And then it had this great hunk of processed cheddar cheese. AND THEN, to add insult to injury, they heated it up in the microwave (wrapped in plastic, I might add, which melted together so I couldn't find a way to open it nicely) which wilted the "salad" and heated up the "ceasar salad dressing" and melted the processed cheese. So, really, it was a discusting mass of grossness. *shudder*. SO unpleasant.

And then today, in History, I had to sit for three straight hours behind this guy who, I'm sure, has never, in the course of his 30-ish years, learned just exactly what "bathing" entails. Mainly, I think he's had problems understanding the soap and shampoo aspect. He smelled SO bad. Next class, I am moving. Full stop.

Anywho, I have to finish Spanish. And read for English...oh who am I kidding? I never read for English....and yet got an A- on my midterm! BOO-YAH!