Geese, and Optimus Prime

Currently Listening: Alice theme song by Danny Elfman

Yesterday, I found out that I've been shampooing my face when I though that I was washing it. I would not have thought that there was such a thing as bar shampoo, but I was wrong.

All is well though, I have some REAL soap now.

I had been wondering why my eczema had been acting up so badly.

Anyway, My family and I just finished watching The Lighting Thief. I thought it was good, though I've never read the books, so I can't really compare the movie to them. I have, however, read the original Greek myths, so I was sitting on the couch the whole time going "HECK YEAH!" and getting on my mothers nerves.

If that says anything.

I got to see a few geese crossing the road yesterday.

The picture was taken with my cell phone camera, because I left my digital camera at home like a dummy. My mom, Grandpa, and I had to wait for these little guys to cross the road.

While we where waiting, I couldn't help but thing that The City of Mobile should put up a 'Geese Crossing' sign or something. These guys could have gotten hurt. A person could have gotten hurt by running over them and causing a massive wreck.

But nothing happened, and Optimus Prime saved the day. Not really.

*Le sigh* I have to patch up my bookbag...again. There is a hole, the size of a dime on the bottom of it, I'm afraid stuff is going to fall though, or the whole thing with go "You know what, I don't like you anymore." and the whole bottom will fall out while I'm on my way to class.

In speaking of my bookbag, (witch could as a whole other person in the lunch line) I started school two weeks ago, which is why I haven't blogged in forever. I'm to tired when I get home.

I have three of my core classes this semester: Chemistry, History, and Algebra Two/Trigonometry; and one next semester: English. I'm also taking French One, and Health as electives. Next semester, I'll be taking Creative Writing Club, French Two, and Computer Applications.

My teachers are as bearable as they can be, with the exception of my Algebra teacher. She is one bitter old woman. I have lunch right before her class, and I have to skip half of my lunch break and run the risk of being suspended just to make it to her class on time. She stands by the door, and as soon as the first bell rings she closes it and counts everyone who walks in afterword as late, even if they where standing on the threshold at the time. She does this with a smerkish smile on her face, like she gets off on it.

That, and she doesn't give us good notes. She writes a problem on the board and expects us to automatically know how to do it.

She probably thinks that I'm on drugs or something though, because everyday, I sit in her class, and all but nod off while she's talking. She has that, smooth, lull-you-to-sleep grandmother voice.

I'll be lucky if I make it though the semester with a full head of hair.

I think my history teacher is crazy to, but that is a tale for another blog altogether.