We who are about to die salute you
Oct. 21st, 2005 05:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardGah. Just...gah. Today has totally kicked my ass. I just spent two hours retaking a physics test, and then I went to Shirtworks to place the order for the band sweatshirts and it was closed. And it won't be open all weekend, which means I have to place the order on Monday. I have to write an essay/take home test on the Ancient Greeks for Military History, and I have to do damn well because I screwed up my battle analysis presentation. I have to do a lab write up for Physics, which is something else I have to do damn well on because ha! Screwed up my test, and I'm going to need the points even if the retake goes a lot better than the actual test. I have math homework, but I get it, so that's okay, even though it's new info. *tired*
Oh, and then yesterday the fire alarm went off half an hour before the end of school, so we spent twenty minutes outside in the parking lot waiting for the firemen to clear the school so we could go back in for a grand total of five minutes before leaving again.
My piccolo finally arrived - yay! An instrument less than three feet long - but the day after I have orchestra, and I can't go to orchestra next week because of the band concert. My dad's leaving Tuesday to go to Thailand till March - to teach ESL - and my band concert is next Thursday, so he'll miss that. My first jazz concert. Plus, we suck and we're totally not prepared, so we're going to sound like crap! And it's a half day next Wednesday, which means we have extended periods Tuesday and Wednesday. And then we have Culminating Project on Monday, which means - man, more schedule screw-ups. And Creative Writing Club, which I didn't go to last week because I was so out of it. And my flute lessons start next week.
Wah.
On the other hand, City of Ghosts - aka the Halloween story - is so much fun to write, even if everyone is a heartbeat away from a mental breakdown. EVERYONE. Not just Mac or Danny - Stella, Mac, Danny, Flack, Lindsay, Hawkes, various lab techs.
"You're people of science," he said. "Aiden Burn is dead. Dead. She died right here, and all of you saw it."
Danny let out a small choking noise in the back of his throat.
"She's dead, and she isn't coming back," Mac practically snarled. "Not dead, not alive. Have enough respect for a fallen warrior to shut your mouths on the sort of dumb gossip that's used only for rookie baiting. The next person who claims they've seen Aiden is going out that door." He pointed at the elevator. "And they're not coming back."
ETA: Wow, I didn't know the picture was so big. I'll resize it later, when I have more time.
Oh, and then yesterday the fire alarm went off half an hour before the end of school, so we spent twenty minutes outside in the parking lot waiting for the firemen to clear the school so we could go back in for a grand total of five minutes before leaving again.
My piccolo finally arrived - yay! An instrument less than three feet long - but the day after I have orchestra, and I can't go to orchestra next week because of the band concert. My dad's leaving Tuesday to go to Thailand till March - to teach ESL - and my band concert is next Thursday, so he'll miss that. My first jazz concert. Plus, we suck and we're totally not prepared, so we're going to sound like crap! And it's a half day next Wednesday, which means we have extended periods Tuesday and Wednesday. And then we have Culminating Project on Monday, which means - man, more schedule screw-ups. And Creative Writing Club, which I didn't go to last week because I was so out of it. And my flute lessons start next week.
Wah.
On the other hand, City of Ghosts - aka the Halloween story - is so much fun to write, even if everyone is a heartbeat away from a mental breakdown. EVERYONE. Not just Mac or Danny - Stella, Mac, Danny, Flack, Lindsay, Hawkes, various lab techs.
"You're people of science," he said. "Aiden Burn is dead. Dead. She died right here, and all of you saw it."
Danny let out a small choking noise in the back of his throat.
"She's dead, and she isn't coming back," Mac practically snarled. "Not dead, not alive. Have enough respect for a fallen warrior to shut your mouths on the sort of dumb gossip that's used only for rookie baiting. The next person who claims they've seen Aiden is going out that door." He pointed at the elevator. "And they're not coming back."
ETA: Wow, I didn't know the picture was so big. I'll resize it later, when I have more time.
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Date: 2005-10-22 02:07 am (UTC)I'm sorry about the ass-kicking the day gave you. :( Cookie?
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Date: 2005-10-22 09:48 pm (UTC)Mac is sick of this whole mess. He doesn't believe in ghosts and he just wants everything to go away, just act like Aiden never existed. Which makes nobody happy, because a lot of people think it's his fault she died. He thinks it's his fault - that everybody's doing this just to annoy him. *shakes head* Idiot.
I'm sorry about the ass-kicking the day gave you. :( Cookie?
Ooh, chocolate chip?