In my English class we're reading Mark Twain's A Mysterious Stranger. As much as I wanted to hate it based on his horrible novels I've read, I'm actually quite enamored with the concept of an immortal being selecting a few mortals to reveal his "secrets" to. Food for thought.
Surprisingly in P.E. today was a "fitness" day, aka a day from the unhappy Hell. However, what I was pleasantly surprised by was the material of our "fitness" day. Unexpectedly, it entailed mini-hurdles [which didn't make me not feel like an absolute gazelle, even though I can only imagine how I looked.... :D ], several sets of stairs, and various flavors of upper body tortures. While the hurdles were AMAZING! [I am not kidding, I loved them!], the stairs were great, but by the time I was half way through the sets, the small cows posterior to my shins were screaming "WHY ME?!!!!!" And frankly, I was thinking quite the same.
Later today, I had the opportunity to visit the public seethe of vampires, commonly known as The Red Cross. They've been around for ages!!! My friend in the spot beside me fainting several times wasn't extremely consoling, though I credit that to her size. A pint of blood was way more crucial to her than it was say, to me. I blame that to my size as well, seeing as I didn't even dizzy in the least. I know, kudos to me. :D
One last thing before I scrim: I've been looking at this seven legged spider for the past twenty minutes, and it's eight beady eyes have been begging me to open the window so it can crawl back out to humanity. So, being the lover not the fighter that I am, I succumbed to the arachnid plea. Call me a spider-saver. :D Cheers.
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