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Dec. 5th, 2007 10:50 pmAnother sleepless night ahead...
Today was a v. eventful day. Lots happened all at once.
First, there was school. That wasn't all that interesting.
After school, the things began to happen. First, Joe Pei (izzat how you spell his last name?) stole my keys. Actually Vincent stole them, and then Joe Pei took them, and then I walked out of the Stats class (I was visiting them) without my keys under this air of confidence that my keys would magically find their way back to me. Foreshadowing, I suppose. Cockiness is bad. Should've knocked on wood...
My keys did find their way back to me, in the form of Vincent and Lilith, who dragged me to the library where Joe gave me back my keys. So all was well.
Walked to the bus stop with Lilith, got Starbucks yadda yadda, walked back with Vince and had random bouts of following people to random classrooms (mostly just following Andy) and, funny thing, the once-mighty Go club has now diminished to three people, THREE PEOPLE can you believe that, ahahahahahaha anyway.
Went home, first thing I see is a letter! From Debra! yay~
Second thing, my email. 8 emails. 6 of them are from the same person. The very latest one had only two words. It read:
call me.
(followed by a phone number)
(also followed by the unspoken threat, "OR ELSE")
So I dialed the number as instructed, and the phone goes: riiiiing! riiiiiing! riiiiiiiiiin- click
VOICE: You little brat!
ADELA: Hi, Ms. Sutton.
After that it was down to business. So I had to drive to Ms. Sutton's house to turn in a poem if I didn't want it cut, and NO WAY was I cutting it I'd just cleared it after two months of grueling work and fighting. So. I drove there. And she corrected my poem. And I drove home.
And I drove to Japanese and took a test, and was late.
Everything's connected. I wouldn't've been late if I hadn't driven to Sutton's house so late, I wouldn't've been late getting to her house if I hadn't gone home late, I wouldn't've gone home late if I hadn't been chatting with Vincent and Andy and people, and I wouldn't've been chatting with Vincent and Andy and people if I hadn't hung around with Vincent and Lilith after school, which all originates from Joe Pei stealing my keys and me being confident enough to not fight him for it and expect them to magically return to me.
So, the grand conclusion to my tale?
At 8:30 when Japanese ended, I walked out w/Karen and Younghwan and we'd gone all the way down to the parking lot when I realized--
I didn't have my keys.
Went back to the Japanese room, nearly turned my bag inside-out, backtracked everywhere, even poked my head into the bathroom; my keys had disappeared!
Karma.
In the end Younghwan was nice enough to give me a ride home after he got HIS keys (we had to wait around for a friend of his to finish class =.=) and then a ride back to De Anza again, so I could get my car and drive home (with spare keys, y'see), and now I am home with a lot of time wasted and no keys - well, I have my spare, I suppose, but the real loss in that was my CTY lanyard. The blue one! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhh. T____T
And homework awaits. So does dinner. Long night tonight.
In non-key happier news, secret santa stuff in orchestra. You have no idea, I seriously couldn't think of anything last night, and today when I got the slip again (I get to do it for both periods of orchestra! yay) I was sorely tempted to write, y'know, I want LOVE. or I want HAPPINESS~~~~ or something of the like. And y'know, as stupid as that is for a secret Santa, if an interesting person got ahold of it, maybe interesting things would come of it. It's better than I want ANYTHING, which someone actually wrote...
Today was a v. eventful day. Lots happened all at once.
First, there was school. That wasn't all that interesting.
After school, the things began to happen. First, Joe Pei (izzat how you spell his last name?) stole my keys. Actually Vincent stole them, and then Joe Pei took them, and then I walked out of the Stats class (I was visiting them) without my keys under this air of confidence that my keys would magically find their way back to me. Foreshadowing, I suppose. Cockiness is bad. Should've knocked on wood...
My keys did find their way back to me, in the form of Vincent and Lilith, who dragged me to the library where Joe gave me back my keys. So all was well.
Walked to the bus stop with Lilith, got Starbucks yadda yadda, walked back with Vince and had random bouts of following people to random classrooms (mostly just following Andy) and, funny thing, the once-mighty Go club has now diminished to three people, THREE PEOPLE can you believe that, ahahahahahaha anyway.
Went home, first thing I see is a letter! From Debra! yay~
Second thing, my email. 8 emails. 6 of them are from the same person. The very latest one had only two words. It read:
call me.
(followed by a phone number)
(also followed by the unspoken threat, "OR ELSE")
So I dialed the number as instructed, and the phone goes: riiiiing! riiiiiing! riiiiiiiiiin- click
VOICE: You little brat!
ADELA: Hi, Ms. Sutton.
After that it was down to business. So I had to drive to Ms. Sutton's house to turn in a poem if I didn't want it cut, and NO WAY was I cutting it I'd just cleared it after two months of grueling work and fighting. So. I drove there. And she corrected my poem. And I drove home.
And I drove to Japanese and took a test, and was late.
Everything's connected. I wouldn't've been late if I hadn't driven to Sutton's house so late, I wouldn't've been late getting to her house if I hadn't gone home late, I wouldn't've gone home late if I hadn't been chatting with Vincent and Andy and people, and I wouldn't've been chatting with Vincent and Andy and people if I hadn't hung around with Vincent and Lilith after school, which all originates from Joe Pei stealing my keys and me being confident enough to not fight him for it and expect them to magically return to me.
So, the grand conclusion to my tale?
At 8:30 when Japanese ended, I walked out w/Karen and Younghwan and we'd gone all the way down to the parking lot when I realized--
I didn't have my keys.
Went back to the Japanese room, nearly turned my bag inside-out, backtracked everywhere, even poked my head into the bathroom; my keys had disappeared!
Karma.
In the end Younghwan was nice enough to give me a ride home after he got HIS keys (we had to wait around for a friend of his to finish class =.=) and then a ride back to De Anza again, so I could get my car and drive home (with spare keys, y'see), and now I am home with a lot of time wasted and no keys - well, I have my spare, I suppose, but the real loss in that was my CTY lanyard. The blue one! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhh. T____T
And homework awaits. So does dinner. Long night tonight.
In non-key happier news, secret santa stuff in orchestra. You have no idea, I seriously couldn't think of anything last night, and today when I got the slip again (I get to do it for both periods of orchestra! yay) I was sorely tempted to write, y'know, I want LOVE. or I want HAPPINESS~~~~ or something of the like. And y'know, as stupid as that is for a secret Santa, if an interesting person got ahold of it, maybe interesting things would come of it. It's better than I want ANYTHING, which someone actually wrote...
