(Tee hee... fun with sexual innuendos.)

What the hell is the big idea with all this WORK we're getting in school? Don't the teachers know that school is for sleeping, eating, and socializing only?

But so. As I mentioned before, Hot Austrailian Ryan is in my AP English class. I haven't really talked to him in a long time, apart from the usual "hi" in the hallways, but can I just say? His accent. Is so. FUCKING. HOT.

You can't really detect it when he says "Hi Angeleena" in passing or whatever, and I'd forgotten what it sounded like since that day he came over to my house last fall. But now I get to listen to him read passages/answer questions in class (thank GOD he's an active participant) and... well. Let's just say I've had to chomp down hard on my pen/fist/foot to keep from shrieking right there in the middle of English. I'm absolutely serious! There is major chomping going on!

What the hell is it about accents? I find it hard to assume that American accents have the same effect on foreigners. Ugh. It's not like I squeal whenever any random Austrailian/Scot/Englishman comes on the telly vision... is it just Ryan's voice in particular? If I were Austrailian, would I still get practically orgasmic over it? Hmm. I kind of doubt it. People reading this are probably groaning with annoyance (particularly if they're not American) ...but I just...can't...help it! There's something scrawny and Ewan-ish about him which I personally find almost irresistable. No, he's not really what you'd call eye candy PHYSICALLY, but...

This is literally the noise I make when Ryan speaks:

AURGHHAUHGHHUGGUGAAHRHHNNNnnnnmm...!!!

To my womanish pleasure, Miss Mills moved my seat so that I am now one chair behind him and to the right. Erm...I'm thinking this will probably be really bad for my high school career. You want me to classify portions of text using Bloom's Taxonomy when there's THAT boy wonder from down under sitting in front of me? You expect me to WORK?

I suspect I'm not the only one though. I see those female heads snapping around, wondering who that voice is coming from, when Ryan reads (which is often.) Have I mentioned how insightful his literary observations are? And that he sat on my bed once? And that I'd offer to be his biatch just for the pleasure of being bossed around by that I'm-so-fragile-and-pouty-and-foreign-now-kiss-me voice?

AURGHHAUHGHHUGGUGAAHRHHNNNnnnnmm...!!!

Too bad I haven't got an ice cube's chance in hell with him. I think he's starting to notice that I give him a breathless "Hi" in the halls about five times more per day than could be deemed necessary.

Alright, no more talking about Ryan or I won't be able to finish this entry. Heh heh.

My morning desk job is going well enough. I actually managed to NOT accidentally hang up on more than five people while trying to reconnect them today! I'm getting better! You know, they could put the friggin' names on little labels next to the numbers. Would that be so hard? Maybe I'll have to draw up my own little chart and tape it to the phone until I'm used to it.

Paula phoned my little desk in Student Services this morning. Bahahahaha! That was so fucking great. Paula, I'm so sorry I had to pretend not to know you. I kept snickering to myself afterwards and causing the office droids to give me suspicious looks... I shall have to come up with a legit TA-sounding response for next time (but no fake phone sex like you suggested, sorry.) Muahahaha.

Yep, I think that's all that happened today. I'm so ready to graduate already, and it kills me that there are still 177 days of high school left to endure. College Board? If I could just- skip it? That'd be great, thanks.

And now for the dumb random collage of the day, because it's cooler than Algebra. Clockwise from top left - Frodo takes a trip, Frodo gets a bath (/rabies,) little Trillian jams with her headphones, Samwise complains loudly:

We're taking the hobbity kittens to the animal shelter this weekend, because no one's called for them. Can you say miracle? I cannot STAND any more effing CATS. Cats in the bed, cats in the closet, cats in my pocket. The only one I can honestly say I'll miss is Harry, (who's HUGE now) because he's my favorite big boy and purrs whenever he's held, even if he hates you and squirms and tries to get away. Involuntary affection.

But I'll be ever so happy when we're back to just Kitty and Roxanne. Those floozy whores. Oh by the way, I named the new ones a while ago and thought I should mention it now so as to avoid any future confusion. Ahem.

Kittens? I dub thee: Ford Prefect, Arthur Dent, Trillian, and Fenchurch.

Say that five times fast.