heyy jude

At any given point, someone in my house is singing this, swear to God. It is damned catchy.

My hands are all red. From dyeing yarn. I wanted red yarn and I had cherry Koolaid so I bought some Paton's Wool and dyed it. 4 packets of Cherry Koolaid did not make it very red so I was all grumpy; we went down to the store and I got six packets of Tropical Punch, which has sufficiently reddened the yarn. And mah haands.

Today was a half day cos we had these student led conferences. And SO. (uh I should be nanowrimoing..) I went with H. and some other AP Comp/Lit (iforgetwhich) kids and helped them do a project for Beowulf, they're makin' a Beowulf movie. Since it's H. and 2 other girls, I ended up doing the camera-work and also I was Unferth in the scene where Unferth dies. I got killed by Grendel. Who was H. Anyway. Was crazy fun. And helping again tomorrow.

So my student led conference was today at 5:30 and I made it 5:30 so mom could come after work. She wasn't there. Dad was. And I came home and was all, pff thanks for coming to my conference mom. And she was like, no that's tomorrow. I was like, no it was a few minutes ago. And she was like WHAAT.
Ugh I am shaking so bad right now for no particular reason. I'm not like really cold or anything fuuck. Shaking. Ugh so. I should have like double the Nanowrimo words I have like now. Arghh.

mofo bastard

So I babysat tonight and had to watch Narnia: Caspian and then watched that Nick and Norah movie.
Blake had mentioned he'd save a piece of pizza for me at home and then I come home and the motherfucker had NOT. Or, if he did, it is for some reason in his room. And it was GOOD pizza, too, not like cheap Papa Murphy's or frozen pizza like we get WHENEVER I AM HERE. Bastarrd.
And I'm shaking so badly and I'm so cold and so hungryy and not tired at fucking all. Fuuuck.