My First Day Back... and Blah.

First the Blah.
The person that stopped following me says it's because I didn't follow their blog in return. And keep track of posts and such.
I have a good example of me not doing this intentionally.

You see the list of blogs I keep track of over to the side?
Yeah, I used to put those in manually. It wasn't just the blogs I follow.
Well when I switched over to google reader, I forgot about those lists.
So about half of the people that I put in manually and forgot to follow were lost.

So I'm sorry for offending you in that way. It was never intentional. I'm just scatter-brained.
In a really, really bad way.
So to fix this, I'm going through anyone that regularly comments my blog to MAKE SURE I'm following them. I can't subscribe to every follower because I already have a lot of blogs that I'm subscribed to and regularly comment. But if you let me know you'd like me to follow you (really, just say it! I will do it!) I will do it.

I don't expect the lost follower to come back because of this. But I figure it'll help any future misunderstandings.

Oh, and my gamertag is CossieTheGreat to anyone that cares.

Anyway, onto my day at school.
Woke up at 6:30, got gussied up, and hopped in the car on my way to torture.
I mean school.
Got to my math class and sat down. It was nothing special. I had to fight to get the same teacher as last year. You wouldn't believe how popular he is.
We had 7 people walk in hoping to get a spot if someone had dropped.
No droppers. None. 40 seats, 40 students. I'm so happy I got into the class when I did.
Seriously, this guy helped me get a B in algebra. I didn't think it was possible.

Then my next class was US History II. Why II first? Because that just sounded more fun. US History I is like.... early colonial to the 1800s. This is 1800s to the present.
And my teacher wrote the textbook. Literally. His name is right there on the cover.
I think he has a little bit of an Elmer Fudd lisp, but I like it. It gives him character. And he's very, very animated when he speaks.
But onto the important stuff.
There is a cuuuuuuuuuuuuuute guy in that class. Seriously, he's like... man. Like adorable cute. Like I want to squeeze his cheeks. But he's hot too. Like, I could set an ice cube on his forehead, and it would instantly turn to a puddle of water. Woowee.
The upside to that is that he's also in my next class, sociology.
Which I hate that class.
Not the teacher. She's nice. The class just sounds boring to me.
Plus she wouldn't stop talking about Obama. I don't have some super hatred for him. I'm glad he closed Gitmo today. I was like hey, that's cool.
Hell if she'd been sitting there yabbering on about McCain I would've gotten irritated too.
Although she made a comment that kind of irritated me.
Someone had said "You notice that during interviews they only asked black people what they thought? They didn't talk to any white people."
And she goes "True. But the white man talked for 250 years. They don't need to anymore."
So what, now we're not allowed to talk? If that's the case you need to shut up too.
Christ. She's racist against white people and she's white herself. That doesn't even make sense.
But yeah, I didn't care. I just stared at cute guy out of the corner of my eye.
He was right in my line of view when I turned my chair a liiiiiittle to the right. Which was easy since I was on the far left side of the class against the wall, so I actually had to turn to see anyone.

Then I went to lunch. Luuuuuuunch. LUUUUUUNCH. I was so hungry.
I wanted to go to Denny's. But noooo. Zach didn't want to tip the waitress.That's cheapskate Zach.
See that cheapskate look on his face?
Yeaaaah. Cheapskate.
I WANTED SLIDERS. *weeps*

One of my gamestop friends was there. The others were slacking off again. But RJ was there because he loves me enough to come to work.
Or "Likes me a lot". Lol. I remember that argument.After Gamestop and McDonalds (I WANTED DENNYS DAMNIT. DENNYS. SLIDERS.) I had to go back to school for my final class. SPANISH. WOO.
I learned how to uphold a small conversation. "Buenos noches!" "Buenos noches, Como estas?" "Mui bien, gracias. E tu?" "No mui bien." "Lo siento, como se llama?" "Se llama Rachel, e tu?" "Se llama Lee." "Adios!" "Adios!"

"Good Evening!" "Good evening, how are you?" "I'm good, thank you. And you?" "I'm not good." "I'm sorry, what is your name?" "My name is Rachel, and you?" "My name is Lee." "Goodbye!" "Goodbye!"

Rough translation there. I'm not that good at spanish yet. You should've seen me trying to pick up on it in class. I was sitting there slack-jawed and completely confused. I'm so glad she didn't call on me to come up to the front of the class.
Yeah, we do that.
And we play games.
I'm scared. I'm very scared.

So that was my day. Nothing completely amazing.
Oh, I remembered I can roll my tongue. So my spanish isn't with an american accent. I actually sound like I'm meant to speak the dialect. So that's good.
Now I shall go pew pew the zombies on Left 4 Dead.
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