Tra la la. I'm alive. So, what's new? Hum de dum. Let's tackle the areas one by one, shall we?

School
Not too much to say here. I have two 108's, two 107's, five 100's, and a 98. Z minuses the whole way through, I tell you. Ooh, I'm a National Merit Semifinalist. I suppose that's newsworthy.

Class by class:
Spanish II: boring, teacher is a psychobitch
Chemistry: full of idiots
Band: I reign supreme in the percussion as the section leader, the only senior, and the only girl
Chorus: I just made all-state chorus as a soprano
Government: if I make it the whole year without falling asleep, it'll be an act of God
Art II (independent study): I think I want to minor in art history in college just for fun
English IV: a coaster
Trig/Calc: everybody hates it but me, and I heart trigonometric identities

Religious
I teach 3rd grade religious education (CCD) on Wednesday nights, and I think my kids like me. We alternate weeks of discussion-based learning and hands-on projects, which seems to suit them.

I think the Pope is going to personally congratulate me, as I've somehow managed to convert a hard-core atheist to Catholicism. It's kind of weird because I'm actually a pretty bad Catholic. In fact, lately, I've been downright agnostic. For some reason, though, this girl found me to be the pillar of virtue that led her back to the fold.

Social
I dislike a few people, but I like most all right. I'm feeling rather solitary lately. Cal and I are no longer friends; she got far too petty and gossipy for my tastes.

The Ex and I had a fight recently. He got ahold of my journal after we broke up, read some things he didn't like, and proceeded to freak out on me about them. There were actually two incidents; one dealt with my supposed infidelity, and the other had to do with my religious, political, and personal beliefs. He tore me to pieces, and frankly, I just took it; I was so shocked at some of the things he was saying that I didn't even respond.

For the record, I never even came close to cheating on him (gasp, how dare I enjoy talking to a male who nicer to me in 30 minutes than my then-boyfriend had been in a week). The relationship was imploding, and I made the mistake of talking to a guy I used to have a crush on and realizing that I had more chemistry with him than I did with the then-boyfriend. I did nothing, I said nothing, and I put it out of my mind. However, I mused about the feeling in my journal, and I mentioned that that was probably the point at which I realized that the relationship had to end.

In my defense, the Ex broke up with me; it was a mutual agreement, but he took the initiative. Therefore, while I feel terrible about being attracted to someone else by the tail-end of our relationship, I take solace in knowing that he was plotting to get out even before I spoke to this other guy.

During the ideological debate, I got called "a so-called Christian," "a know-it-all," "too smart for your own good," "naïve" (twice!), and "lacking faith and trust."

Also, from now on, I don't date Republicans.

Work
Here's the big news: I am officially now employed by Big Giant Multinational Company, the lovely company that brings you...uh, "Corporate Pizza Joint" products. I'm a waitress, and I love it. It's the greatest job ever, and I don't really know why. It's kind of stressful, and I'm a pretty shitty waitress right now, but I just adore it.

My only problem so far is this: another server cleared a table for me on my last shift. The guys at that table go to my school, and I was a little insulted to find out that they didn't leave me a tip. I was joking around with one of them today, and I mentioned his transgression. He stared at me before saying, "No, we left a big tip. It was four or five bucks."

Which means the bitch stole my tip. She's worked there just a bit longer than I have, perhaps two weeks, and she's already stealing from the other servers? This is very, very not cool.

I can' t prove anything, and it's only $4, so I don't plan to say anything. I'll be watching carefully, though, and if it happens again, she's going to find herself in a spot o' trouble.

Et Cetera
I'm going to be crazy-busy in October. Between work, school, all-state chorus practice, play practice, pep band, marching band, CCD, an economics seminar, a business project, two art projects, and National Honor Society, I'm pretty much booked solid.

Good night, and have a pleasant tomorrow.