P-M-A-T

P is for prophase, the first in four
M is metaphase, there's only two more
A is anaphase, the separation of the core
T is telophase, where you will have one daughter cell more.

I thought it was absolutely brilliant anyway, I mean, writing a song for a culminating science project? Awesome.

So, my day was alright, I went to school to do a little presentation to my APS (Anthropology, Psychology, Sociology)(it's such a pain to have to say this everytime, because of course no one knows what APS stands for till you tell them) teacher, coincidentally, about "the blogging subculture". Yes, I argued that bloggers were part of a subculture, and she seemed to like it, so that was nice.

Because Ms. Birrell was done walking around asking people about their subcultures, she decided that the class should get back to painting the mural near the staffroom. In a bold and daring move, I perfected the art of escapism, vanishing around the corner of a hallway on our way to the mural to "vanish" myself downstairs in the guidance office. You must understand, I'm a terrible artist (my 26 in IB art last year speaks for itself), and I really didn't feel like blessing the school with some half-assed drawing of some stick-people holding hands chanting "EQUALITY YEAAAAH!". Apologies to my group members who did in fact stick around to paint.

So yes, in the guidance office, I met with Mr. Hartill to see if I could schedule some summer school classes. He was doubtful at first that I'd be able to do three credits, but everything turned out just fine! He printed like a dozen pages of paperwork that I will have to get to sometime soon. I'll be working with the catholics (gasp!) for my Writer's Craft course, which I will be taking online.

If my blog posts suddenly start looking nicer and wittier, and more literary-ish, you can thank the Pope.

And then remedial Advanced Functions will be a bit of a doozy, though it's only a month and a few hours per day, and if I show up to class and do my homework, my mark will be high, and considering I haven't done ANY homework at all this year in math, much less come to class, it's a win-win situation! Less time spent on math, good grades nonetheless!

... Oh gawd it's not, Math during the summer is just awful.

Well, sleep time, dawgs.

Piece.

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Right Now

Whoa, so it's been a pretty shitty day. I woke up at about 4 pm, dreadfully tired, and with light searing my eyes.

So, basically, I went to this Prom after-party at Melissa's house. Of course, me not being involved in Weston's prom, I arrived before all the prom kids were there. A bunch of people also not from Weston were there, and I had to convince them I knew Melissa, but luckily, I was on "The List". The first half of the night wasn't bad, and I remember most of it. Most people there were pretty cool, though I don't remember their names at all. I doubt anyone new I met there remembers mine either.

I was handed a half-empty beer bottle for starters, and upon their insistence that "Omg it's free booze take it", I did. It was a bit silly, because the prom kids arrived with boxes of beer anyway, which was ill.

I remember actually dancing a bit, first to some sort of metal (which was perfect, given the state of my crazy hair, much jumping around), and then some slower stuff, which was more awkward with the girl I was dancing with, and then I gave up.

And then Allister(I think?) was walking around with free vodka shots (I'll admit, I'm a moocher), and then after that, well... My memory is actually hazier. I remember being kicked outside the house along with everyone else for some reason, and then told to come back in. I remember someone asking my name and then me telling them I was named after the messenger angel. And then she guessed my name. And I was just "O_O" for ages, I think.

And then I remember going into this cab-van, which someone had ordered and then they had left, so I felt bad for the cabbie and took the van cab home, even though it ended up costing me like 30 bucks. He was a chill guy though, he was telling me about the textbook they have to read to memorize the streets.

So, yeah, not a major headache right now, but I dislike light.

A waste of a day.

Prom in less than a week, got my suit and stuff yesterday. Looks pretty cool, I guess. But I guess I'll have to wear it again, since I did buy it, and don't want all my money to go to waste.

This is me, signing off with perfect grammer and speling,

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