Ditziest. Person. Ever.

Man, I am like the ditziest person ever. Or if not, then just extremely forgetful. Last Thursday [I have gym Tuesdays and Thursdays] I left my bag of gym clothes in Ms Schillingsburg's room after school ['cause that's where the Building With Books meeting was]. I remembered that I had forgotten it as I was walking across the field to the junior high for tutoring and I wasn't about to turn around and go all the way back to get it. I told myself I'd get it the next day because my world civ. room is right next to Ms Schillingsburg's. But then the next day my world civ. class met in the library to work on our term papers, so I didn't have a chance. Then, this morning I tell Ms Farrington [my world civ. teacher]: "I left my gym clothes in Ms Schillingsburg's room on Tuesday." She told me I could go get them now, so I went in there and sure enough, there they were on the ledge by the windows.

Fast forward to after school. I get all the books I need for homework and my coat and remember my bag of gym clothes. I need to take them home to wash them 'cause I've got gym tomorrow. But they aren't in my locker. So I am like DIZZAMN. Then Marisa comes up to me and is like, "I forgot to ask Mr Kummer if there's an ACLU meeting today, but I can't go anyway."

Me: Okay. There probably isn't, 'cause there's a yearbook meeting today in the same room, and that happened last week and the meeting was cancelled last week.
Marisa: Yeah, and it wasn't on the announcements this morning.
M: Yeah. Okay, see you.
M: Bye.

I debated for a few minutes about whether to go in search of my gym clothes and miss the bus or just catch the bus and forget about my stupid gym clothes. In the end, the first alternative won because I had gym tomorrow and I wasn't about to wear smelly, dirty gym clothes. I'm about to go upstairs to my math class, which I have seventh period, but then I remember I had lunch today, so I would have put my gym clothes in my locker by seventh period. Instead I go to my chemistry class [fifth period] and no gym clothes there. I go to my art class [fourth period] and no gym clothes there. Third period I had Latin and my locker is on the way to that room, so I stop at my locker just to make sure I didn't accidentally overlook them. I didn't.

While I'm at my locker, the ACLU crowd passes me and the president [Let's call him . . . "Kevin"] tells me we're meeting in one of the cafeterias, A or B, he's not sure yet. I'm like, okay, and then I go to room 155, which is filled with yearbook-type people. Mr Kummer is all, "You're meeting in the cafs today."

M: I know, but . . . did I leave my gym clothes in here?
K: Yeah, I put them on the chair under my desk.
M: *goes, pulls out a chair*
K: The other one.
M: *giggles nervously at own stupidity and pulls out other chair* Ahh.
K: Yeah, they were stinking up my room the whole day. People kept asking what that horrible smell was.
M: *grin* Thanks. xP

And then, since I was informed of the ACLU meeting, I mosied on over to cafeteria A, where my ACLU dawgs were at. Kevin was all, "Is your little friend coming today?" And I was all, "No, she can't make it." So you were sorely missed, Marisa. ;D

The meeting was quite enjoyable, as usual, and there is a surprising number of Harry Potter fans in the ACLU club. Today I wore my Slytherin shirt [mostly because I didn't have any other clean shirts xP] and everyone was like, "Oh, I'm Hufflepuff." And then we were talking about the harrypotter.com website and the movie and book five, but don't worry, only briefly, and then we moved on to the real meaty ACLU issues, such as standardized tests and Iraq and the federal government and welfare and the media and Bowling for Columbine and our field trip to Justice Talking.

It's funny how the simple act of wearing a shirt can make you learn things about people that you didn't know before. Earlier today Jen Brotman was all, "Oooh, Slytherin! My mom's making me a green and grey scarf ['cause they don't have silver yarn.]" and Shannon Haley told me I was "bad" and that when she went to the hp.com site she got sorted into Gryffindor. I was like, "Oho, you silly."

And talking of the ACLU, last night I dreamt I was smoking pot. But I blame The Simpsons for having that episode in which Homer took medicinal marijuana last night and my dad for always accusing me of doing drugs at my friends' houses. xP

We need 75 notecards for our world civ. term paper by Friday. I hate it when they walk you through papers like this, but I suppose it's really people like me that they do this for 'cause I procrastinate to the mizzax. So I've got it all planned out: I do twenty cards tonight, twenty Tuesday, twenty Wednesday, and then fifteen Friday. It should be easy-peasy.

I had something else to say about atheism, but I've forgotten it now. Ah, well. Can't have been that important. Oh! I remember. The one thing that's not cool about not believing in heaven or any sort of afterlife is the idea that I'll never be able to meet dead people or watch the future of humanity unfold. 'cause I'm an insanely curious person and I think it would be amazing to talk to people from the past, from any time period. And I definitely regret x 100 that I won't be able to see what the world will be like in two hundred years, or two thousand years. It's just not fair, dude. And talking of atheism, here are some fun quotes.

Oh, and I was extremely bored in chemistry today, so I figured out my name in atomic numbers of elements: 19 85 1 68 53 10 6 2 10 39. See, that's potassium, astatine, helium, erbium, iodine, neon, carbon, helium, neon, and yttrium, or: K At H Er I Ne C He Ne Y. [Yeah, I'm a dork. Shut up. xP]

And I realise this was pretty long and rambling [though not so much as yesterday's], but if you don't want to read, you don't have to. =P

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