So last fall (I think it was) my grandma was adopted by two of the cutest little boy kittens you could ever meet. One orange, one black. We named them Peanut Butter and Jelly (respectively). It was obvious that they were brothers. They never left one another's side. Even when Peanut Butter got sick, Jelly wanted to get in the carrier with him and go to the vet. They were each other's best friend and would often spend the afternoons giving each other painful-looking baths. It was amazing their ears ever dried off.
On Friday afternoon Jelly had apparently ran across the street and was hit by a car. When my grandma went to check on him she knew it was too late.
I'm going to miss you so much Jelly Belly. You were such a sweet little boy, but it seems you were just a little too curious and playful.
Amazing. So this morning I was really nervous because I have NONE of my script memorized and I was tired and really didn't feel like dancing. But when I walked into dance our teacher told us she's sick and so we just watched Newbies. Which I really want to see. I wasn't really paying attention. None of us were. But it was a nice relaxing way to start the morning. And I got to play with--ahem--use this really cool thing to score some paper to make it easier to fold (for vocabulary foldables that she is going to have her classes do). It was such a simple task that it was pretty relaxing.
Then in Spanish we played musical chairs. I wasn't looking forward to it. But it turned out to be really fun!
Psychology was pretty boring...as always. Except when our teacher took a kid out into the hall and hit him with a stick (ok not really, but we were learning about different conditioning methods and he was using that as an example of punishment; they went into the hall and the teacher hit the stick against the wall and the kid "screamed in pain").
Theatre, was just awesome. We had to help our teacher with his homework by playing this game called "Click." What you do is you are in pretty big groups and you have to tell a story with freeze frames. They usually end in disaster just because it will make people laugh and it makes the ending obvious. So we spent the first bit of it discussing what our Click would be. We were all over the place. First he told us we didn't have to keep it confined to the auditorium, which opened up a TON of possibilities. So we were going to get some wheelchairs from the nurse and/or nursing class and have a wheelchair race. And then our teacher suggested that everyone has some type of disability. And then it went to being a special ed. class playing dodge ball and someone asked "What's the worst that could happen?" to which I replied with "We walk into the gym and the special ed. classes are in there playing dodge ball." So that idea was dropped.
We finally decided that we would be an unruly class who gets into this huge brawl whenever our teacher turns towards the board and we would be perfect angels when he's looking at us. It was pretty awesome. We were all dead in the end. My favorite part was looking at the pictures and in the first one we are all smiley, then we are all taking notes, then we are smiley again, then we are annoyed and making bored faces, then the fighting starts, then it REALLY starts, then we are back to being perfect angels...except for the fact that a bunch of people are in new seats :)
Oh, and I finished my book that I've been reading for like the last month. It was amazingly emotional. It's called The Secret Holocaust Diaries by Nonna Bannister. If you like reading history books/memoirs/books about the Holocaust, I highly recommend it.
Then I read another book (it was really short) that was such a nice quick read. It was about this little old lady who lives in China near this bridge that is thought to bring good luck. But because of the bridge's reputation there are a lot of kids who are abandoned there (their parents think that leaving their kids there will give the kids a better future), and so she always takes them to the orphanage. Well one day she sees this little boy and he is blind. Then in the two days that he stays with her they become pretty attached to one another. So a week after she takes him to the orphanage she goes to check up on him and gets really upset by how he's being taken care of. So then she becomes his foster parent. And it's just a really sweet story called The Bridge by Kay Bratt. If you are looking for a quick read, it's a good one to check out. But there were a few tiny grammatical errors, and one that bugged me where the author calls the old woman's daughter "Jing" which is the old woman's name. That was the only reason I didn't give it five stars.
FINALLY, Merwan Rim's new music video for "Mens-moi" came out today. It's a good one. I shall post it. And the song is really pretty. But the music video brings a lot of emotion to it and kind of hints at what the song is about. I'll also post a link to the lyrics with a trustworthy translation.
So yes. It was a good day :)
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Now backtrack to yesterday. In French class I learned that my teacher grew up in the same town as one of my favorite French singers, Pascal Obispo ^_^ So I tweeted about it. AND HE RETWEETED IT :O :D Now I know what you're thinking "How stereotypical teenager of you to get so excited over that" but you don't understaaaaaand! I had just been thinking about how weird it is to think that everyone in the world is connected by people they truly know (not just Facebook ''know''). Like, if you think about it, I know my French teacher, she knows a ton of people who live in her hometown. The chances of one of them knowing Pascal Obispo are pretty high. So hypothetically speaking, he and I share a link that is probably around 10-20 people long. Which is pretty small when you think about 1. I live in the US, he lives in France. 2. I'm an ordinary person, he's famous. So to have that close of a connection with someone like that is pretty amazing! [Not to mention that that means I can just add one to however many people connect us to find my connection to Christophe Maé :) I had to get his name in here somehow ;)] So just imagine how connected you are to you're favorite actor/singer/whatever! Just know the right people and it's like your entire world opens up.
Ok back to the retweeting, so in my opinion, that makes all other connection chains unimportant because he noticed one of my tweets which counts as an interaction between the two of us which means....OMG IT'S LIKE I MET HIM ONLY NOT! Ok, my fangirlyness is done...for the moment. Because I have some much sadder news.
So there's this kid...in my French class...and he used to sit behind me but now he doesn't because this stupid annoying freshman who can't shut her big mouth had to be moved so that she would shut up and just MAYBE (though I highly doubt it) get some work done. So now she sits behind me and poor *guy that shall remain unnamed* sits one seat over, in the midst of a gaggle of freshmen girls whose conversations really get on his nerves. Now it isn't that big of a move...but it's so sad :( He's like the only entertaining one in that class. I would get so bored if he wasn't there. And we always partnered up for the partner reads and games and such. And now I can't just discretely slip him the AP Bio homework when he asks for it (ok, maybe that one was a little dramatic, I mean it's only one seat over). But the fact is, I don't like change. I like him though.... :)
SIGH. Don't you hate it when you find out that someone you...like...having in your life might be moving across the country?!?! Gahhhhhhhhh! :'( [Gracie, I haven't told you about this yet. So if you'd like more info....you know how to contact me]
Well, others than that it has been a good....how ever long ago I found this out. Oh, except for the freaking NRJs on Saturday. (NRJ music awards is a French music awards show.) Merwan Rim didn't win, even though he totally deserved it, and Christophe Maé didn't win, even though he also deserved it. Instead all of these people I don't care about won. Well, Adele (International Song of the Year for Someone like You) is pretty good...And Shakira (NRJ Award of Honor), too. But then they had to go and give the male Award of Honor to Justin Bieber. I mean really? In my opinion, he hasn't been in the business long enough! Sure it's nice to see newbies rise to the top...but he's just this little tween sensation. He should be getting Nickelodeon awards. Not and "Award of Honor."
HUFF. Well...that's my complaint for Saturday.
Hmmmm....Let's see....what else....Well I can't really complain much about today. Except that I have a math test tomorrow and have to have a scene memorized by Friday when I just got it today...Thanks Beets. Thanks.
I just can't wait for this week to be over. Actually, after tomorrow's test it shouldn't be too bad. Anything else that I've forgotten? Well if I think of it later I'll tell you.
This handsome young man is Grégory Lemarchal. In French class we describe him as the French Jessie McCartney. I personally find that to be completely untrue. Grégory Lemarchal is 10X better!!
So, what do you think?
Ok, time to break your hearts. He died. At age 23. From Cystic Fibrosis. Why do the good have to go so young? :'(
