*starts singing*

   ...To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cauuuuuuse, POKEMON! Gotta catch 'em all!


...And so begins a new school year, and a new attempt at blogging. (Yes, I started a new blog. Get over it.) This is the second day of the school year, and this year is my very last year at Central High School. Senior year. The big whoodly-whompus. The last time I will ever be subjected to Norma's rath. Seriously. Yesterday was the first day of the school year, and she was already acting like someone peed in her Cheerios that morning. If you really hate kids that much, why on earth do you work in a high school? Bleecch. At least it's the last year... or rather... semester of me pretending to be nice to her. I mean, sure, I could actually be nice to her, but it's really hard to be nice to someone who is crabbing all up in your face.

Let me back up here for a minute. This summer was kind of eventful. Except not really. I worked at Roy's for a while, helping the guys there fix up and clean the cars, and, admittedly, refilling the front bathroom's soap dispenser because Roy didn't want to walk back to the bathroom at the back of the shop to refill it himself. I'm just kidding, Roy, if you ever see this. After being there for a month, month and a half or so, (in all reality I have no idea as to how long I was there), I called in on a Thursday morning and said I wouldn't be back in until Monday, I was told that was fine, blah de dah, and I wrecked the Yukon that afternoon. Yay, right? Right. Just kidding, yet again. See, what happened was I was driving the Yukon down Highway 36, on my way into town, and I turned a corner and saw a truck there. Then I have no idea what happened. I guess it didn't register that it was there, or who knows what. Plus, who just stops their truck in the middle of the road, with no brake lights, turn signal, or flashers? Come on. Anywho, I hit the truck, my airbag went off, and both my little brothers were sitting in the backseat, so they were okay. The hood crumpled up into the windshield, I got a nice shower of glass that I had to pull out of my hair and out of my bag and clothes. We all were wearing our seatbelts, relax a little. Right after it happened, though, Wesley and Eddie were panicking, so I told them to get out, and they got out and were halfway down the road by the time I got out. My door was jammed almost completely shut, and it's a good thing I'm skinny. Everyone was okay, la-de-da and all that. My left arm hurt wayyy too bad to be ignoring, so Mom drove me in to the hospital later that night. The only thing we managed to get there, were flat butts from sitting in the hard plastic chairs while we waited for a doctor, and the knowledge that my left arm was NOT broken, but had a severe contusion, a jammed shoulder, elbow, and wrist, and that I would hurt for a while. It took them well over a couple hours just to tell me that. I swear they want me to break their arms, making me wait that long. Good thing I have a high pain tolerance. Then I went job hunting. And I found a job, actually. At the Little Caesar's on West Main by Baken Park. There's a fun story to tell.

Little Caesar's on West Main. First of all, I never thought I would EVER work in a fast food place. I told myself I'd rather work retail until my toes fell off and my eyes bled purple, but I ended up at Little Caesar's anyways. At first I was really quiet and kind of timid and shy around the people. You can't blame me for that one. I was one of three females at the time, and there were six males, four of which were at least half a foot taller than me or more, the other two around my height. It can be a liiittle intimidating when you first work with a group of people who are all bigger than you. But after the first day and a half or so, I bet they all wish I was still shy and quiet, because now I hardly ever shut up. It really is a great job, though. We all have fun, we all goof around, but we can all be serious too. (Well, somewhat serious...) We do dumb little things like throw a piece or two of sausage at each other, or dough shavings, or pinches of cheese or pepperoni. Or, if you're Chance, you throw whole sheetouts at unsuspecting me, because you're mean. I mean.... great... er.... person! In case you didn't know, a sheetout is the flattened, somewhat circular piece of dough that we put in a pan and put sauce and cheese and toppings on. It's basically the pizza. Admittedly, I did move the pan closer to me because I hadn't anticipated him throwing the pizza dough, so it was partially my fault. If there is one thing I am learning, it is that I can be and sometimes will be the instigator. Well... more than sometimes, sometimes. We do have a lot of fun there, though. I'm so glad I got the job. It's working well for me. I'll most likely tell a whole bunch of stories about work on here sometimes, but not right now. Sorry. I'm here to talk about school. Well, complain actually.

And complain I shall! For all of you unfortunate blogger followers out there who decide to read this. Okay, okay. Admittedly it's not as bad as it could be... yet. It's only the second day of school though. Yech. It's going to be a long semester. Just to give you a quick rundown, I am an idiot, who thought I was pretty smart. Let me explain: I saved all my slacker classes for senior year so I could work after school without a problem. The problem with that? I. Am. So. Bored. And I have multiple classes that are similar AND dull. What a great combination. On red days, I am unfortunate enough to, after band, go to one of my computer classes. The one on red days, second block, is Digital Video, with a seemingly nice teacher named Mr. Blomme, who's last name you actually pronounce as "bloom". The very first day of school, and the darned administration messed up my school login name and password, when I have two computer classes, so I cannot currently log onto the school computers. Fantastic, right? So I have homework now, because of it. Blech. Anywho, after Digital Video, I have World History. World History is, admittedly, a sophomore social studies class. No, I did not fail it the first time, I just neglected to take it the first time. I'm not a huge fan of social studies, see. My teacher for that class is Mr. Noyes, though. He seems like a happy, helpful person. I think his class will go well. Fourth block is then Weights, and my teacher is this really scary looking, incredibly buff lady named Mrs. Larson. That's a run down of red days. White days, after band, which is again, first block, I have Myth and Symbol second block, with my absolute least favorite teacher EVER, named Mr. Gibson, who's JWrit class is the only class in recorded Caitlyn History that I have ever failed, ever. It made me so mad. After Myth, I have my other social studies class, which is U.S. Goverment with Mr. Templeton, who I was told by a fellow classmate, and a student who has been in his classes before, that he does not like to give out homework, and that his class is fairly easy. I guess we'll see. And fourth block, the last block of the day, on white days, I have my other incredibly boring computer class, which is Information and Communication Technology 1 (ICT1), with a teacher that talks in a tone of voice that is about as exciting as class actually is. Which, if you couldn't tell, really not exciting at all. I may or may not have dozed off a bit at the beginning of her class. Whoops! I didn't get in trouble though, which is more than I can say for the beginning of band class yesterday, which was the first day of school. Yes, I got in trouble. During the first 15 minutes of class. Wow, am I good. Evidently, saying you know someone because they're Mormon is a good way to distract the teacher, who then loses his train of thought and therefore gets mad at you. Whoopsies. But that's all the fun I have for now, about school.

Man, I miss Michaela. Life sucks without her in half of your high school classes, goofing around with you. She's with the RM's now, bless her. Heehee.

Well, I'm out. This nerdy Pokemon freak is goooone for the night. Yes, Pokemon. I love Pokemon. No judging, you judgers! D:

Nighty-night and toodly-oo!