7:54 Thursday Evening   Study The Zombie Carefully I loved Shaun of the Dead and fully endorse it. Last night, mum told me she didn't book the appointment because the reason I wasn't having my period was because I'm too skinny. Okay. Fair enough. I didn't want to go be poked at with cold metal rods anyway. I woke up at 6:30 this morning and thought about getting up but couldn't stand the idea. I slept for another 28 minutes and showered and got stuff together and took the bus to school. It was mufti day and I wore my black swishy skirt and it was exciting. I found Laura, Vetti, and Alyssa rollerblading to school. I helped Vetti and Alyssa across the street. Haha, I love them. We prayed in prayer meeting. We finished Othello in English. I did photo analases in photography class. Talked about sugary Milo in interval. I studied Chemistry in Tech, and read Dune and learned how to use new tools. In lunch i discovered meat in my noodles and it ruined everything. :( Then Zeb told me I was fat and wouldn't give me a cookie. Then I told him that it was his fault and then he gave me a cookie. In chemistry we studied colour changes of redox reactions. Then we had a titration test and I got frustrated and sad because I'm not smart enough. And Mr. Moir probably got a wee bit annoyed with me because it was a test and i was asking for help. But it was formative (not worth anything) so he helped me. I studied. I seriously studied. I just didn't know where the numbers had to come from. My actual titration was awesome, it was the numbers, finding the concentration and the molar value that was stuffing me up. Oh well. I survived and followed caleb home and we did the usual. Tickling, talking, cuddling, talking, kisses, talks, being mindlinked... We talked about how sometimes our brain wave patterns were way off. His example was that he doesn't always follow the conversation when my dad and I are talking about calculus or something until we wrap it up and then he gets it. He says that we use technical terms and he just goes "uh that thingy...with the...deal.." which is interesting because he is loads smarter than I am. We also talked about instinctal rocking. And I said that I was fushion when I tried to say i was fine when caleb asked if I wanted a cushion. and caleb thought I was singing a song about "triesels" when i sang "rock a bye caleb on the tree top, when the wind blows, the teresa will rock." He has a fourpack but says I'm buffer than he is. I am so twitterpated it's not even funny. Then i went home. I watched Friends and then washed the dishes with my sister. I was getting mad at her, and my parents said that it was a good sign, at least I'm PMSing. I wish. I'm just always mean to her. poor chelsea.