20 Rules of High School

On Monday, I was incredibly not interested in my math class, so I created a list of Murphy's Law related rules of high school.

1. The kid with the most annoying voice will ask the most questions
2. The worst teachers teach the hardest subject
3. Whoever you don't like will always sit next to you
4. If you have a seat you like, the teacher is going to move you in the next 1-2 weeks
5. Teachers conspire to have all their tests on the same day
6. That kid who insists on coming to school sick will cough all over you and get you sick
7. If you take your sweater off for one second, that will be the one second you get dress coded
8. If you finally find a really cute shirt, you will most definitely see someone wearing it the next day
9. That one weird kid will be in ALL of your classes
10. Good classes always go the fastest, boring classes NEVER end
11. The class after lunch always has the strictest bathroom rules
12. There will always be at least 2 boys in you math class that everyone wants to kill at some point
13. If your teacher or teacher's wife is having a baby, your year will be filled with weird subs, mood swings and complaints
14. Classes should almost always be dropped if any type of student teacher is involved
15. Participation points will either give you a 125% or make you fail
16. The one night you don't read: pop quiz
17. Catching any type of illness will cause a change reaction of time-consuming group projects, making up a large percentage of your grade, in all of your classes
18. Calculator batteries only die on the days of tests
19. How fidgety a person is is directly correlated with the squeakiness of their desk
20. The day you decide to spend your class period making a list will probably be the day before a test

As you see I'm not particularly attentive in class. You know what else I can't deal with at my school? Those kids that take off their shoes in class and walk all around the classroom. I don't care if they're wearing flip-flops, they're going to get staph from stepping on a staple or something. It's even more gross when they're wearing tennis shoes, they are making the room smeel. Yuck.

On a lighter, but still school related note, this:

lolololololol

just kidding, I don't actually use lol

Cheers,
Cayla

P.S. I made a Country station on Pandora. They are all about being rough around the edges and drinking too much beer/tequila/whiskey with their friends on Friday nights, but they have a country cutie who loves them for them, but also may have a slight drinking problem. Maybe they should all get that checked out. Oh, and they can also fix your car, so there's that.

Oh. Un cadeau.

I'm in a weird mood. (hahah I just typed moos) Maybe its a combination of the fact that I actually don't have an avalanche of homework coming at me tonight, my hair looks really good today and I get to leave early from school on Friday to go to Cali. I'm ignoring all the annoying things that happened to me today and am staying in my fabulous mood, which will involve skipping all John Mayer that comes on my ipod. How does he make such depressing music if his life is so great?

Anyway, a funny thing happened today (well actually I think it was funny and about 85% of you will not think it is funny at all). We are reading The Iliad in my AP English Literature class right now. I didn't type that because I wanted to brag about being in AP (which I definitely shouldn't be because I'm pretty sure I am failing that class right now), but to tell you that my teacher also teaches a class called Humanities and they are also reading The Iliad. My class isn't actually reading The Iliad, we read it over the summer and now we are going back over and discussing it. That is very important considering I have already read the whole book and they are only on like Book 9 or something (there are 24). Anyway I was saying to my friends at lunch who are in Humanities that it would be cool to have two German Shepards and name them Hector and Paris. They are the two brothers from Troy and Hector is the best Trojan warrior and Paris is a little wimp. Don't believe me? This Paris in the movie Troy:

Yeah, Orlando Bloom. As in the least tough person in the world. Although pleasing to look at, he is also this

That's right, an elf. And I'm pretty sure that's a skirt. Not that I can really say anything, because I used to have this poster in my room.

If you move around, it looks like the arrow is following you. SO, Paris is well portrayed in Troy. But everyone else is terrible. I mean, they cast fricken Brad Pitt as ACHILLES! If you have not gone through The Iliad as deeply as my class has, you would know that Brad Pitt is a terrible choice for Achilles and Troy is possibly the worst movie ever created, right after the first Twilight and The Proposal.

ANYWAY, my friends were saying that it would be stupid to name a dog Paris because he is a wimp, and you should name it Achilles. But I said that it would be dumb to name the two dogs Hector and Achilles because they are mortal enemies and Achilles would have to be a light colored dog, which is not a German Shepard. Then I started thinking about what kid of dog would be light enough and vicious enough to be named Achilles, but none of them could think of any good ideas. One of them said a Great Dane, which is like the nicest dog in the world. Then one of them suggested whippets, which is the least threatening looking dog (although they can be quite vicious) and I thought of greyhound. Of course I couldn't name the greyhound Achilles (too slim) but I could name it Patroclus! It was perfect, and then, I said:

"But, it's so sad when Patroclus dies!"

And my friends were like "WHAT!" because they haven't gotten to that part of the book yet. And I was like "oh, well, spoiler alert!" I had already known going into to the book because because when Lauren read it she told me absolutely everything that happened in excruciating detail because we were in the Middle of Nowhere, WV and our cousins were always off rock climbing and I had no interest whatsoever in reading "Till We Have Faces" by C.S. Lewis, which was my summer reading and was about Cupid and Psyche.



(this is cupid and psyche)

So, I didn't really think that there were other people who didn't know the story of The Fall of Troy (I mean come on, where have you been for that past 3000 years?) Plus, one of my friends didn't read The Odyssey freshman year, so that was another reason she had no idea what was going on. But, since I'd already ruined that part for them, I decided to just go ahead and tell them the whole ending, including how Paris kills Achilles with a arrow guided by Apollo. SPOILER ALERT!! Just kidding, that part isn't even in The Iliad.

I'll let you know when I find a suitable dog for Achilles.

Cheers,
Cayla

this is not my math homework?

So after our last 3 posts of Lauren bragging about the beach and me bragging about Europe and Morgan Freeman, you probably all hate us. But, you should know that right now, Lauren is going through sorority recruitment aka voluntary torture (I'm going to get into trouble for saying that, right?) and I my planner is full of angry homeowrk assignments that are all unfinished. Not only that, but my uncle is moving to California, so, while the movers pack, they are essentially living at our house until Friday. That's him, his two children and his three large dogs. Anddddd I just saw him leave. Which means I am alone because Madelyn is (surprise) asleep. Typical. So there's that.

I'm not really sure where I was going to go with this post after that whole thing, so I'm just going to post a funny picture.

You like? Good, I've got tons of them.
Not ticklish owls, funny pictures.
Geez

I'll post more later.

Cheers,

Cayla

p.s. last year I didn't do math homework except like once (it's not like it wasn't assigned, I just didn't do it) and now I have to because I'm pretty sure I literally just failed our last quiz, and it is so weird and really boring. I thought you'd like to know.

beachy

Over the past three weekends, I've been to three separate beaches: one in the North, one in the South, and one in the West Coast Best Coast. After all this beach time, you'd think I'd be pretty tan, but the truth is I was slathered in spf 785093 with the exception of California, which has now left me an appealing shade of ruby red. All of the beaches were super nice & pretty, and all they all had something that made them different from the others.

In the North, I went to Wingaersheek beach, which is in Gloucester, Mass. It was your classic New England beach- white sand, lighthouse, ice cream stand, guidos as far as the eye could see. The weather was perfect & it was super relaxing,  although we had to continuously move our towels because of the ever-raising tide. The water, unfortunately, was ICE. I didn't know water could exist in liquid form at that cold of a temperature, it was definitely like 13 degrees. On the bright side, my cousin and I got spongebob ice cream.

The South beach was, of course, South Carolina. Krystie Lee's beach house was right on the water, you could hear the ocean with the windows open. After watching a healthy dose of Shark Week, we walked the .25 minutes to the beach. Her little sister was freaked out that we were going to get attacked by a great white, but fortunately we escaped unscathed. Although, it would be a pretty cool story to tell when people asked about the huge shark-mouth-shaped scar on your leg or something. But then again, most people attacked by great whites usually come out of the attack missing a limb, or being dead. Anyways, on the not so morbid side, the water was super warm & clear, I found pretty shells, and in the morning from our balcony we could see dolphins swimming after the fishing boats.

West coast = Santa Monica. Always worth the drive there, even if it's an hour on a crowded bus when you're stuck next to the chubbiest little girl in the entire world that is taking up half of your seat. It was a Friday in the summer, a time I'd never been to the pier before, and it was so packed. The boardwalk was extremely crowded, and even though the water was freezing, the ocean was swimming with people (get it?). After spending a few hours in the sand, Jaclyn & I decided to go walk around the pier & promenade a little bit. I was walking through the sand to the boardwalk when I felt a little pinch on my toe. Too distracted by people swimming in the water while holding bicycle wheels above their heads (?) I figured I just stepped on a thorn or something and it would go away. But then it was a bigger pinch, and then it hurt, then it hurt really bad. I threw myself down on the sand to get this annoying and increasingly painful thorn out of my toe, only to realize it was not a thorn, but a BEE. I want to say the last time I'd been stung by a bee was at least 14 year ago. Needless to say, it hurt a lot more than I remembered. I freaked out about it for about three minutes, then it didn't hurt so bad and I moved on. But seriously, who steps on a bee? Also, that was just yesterday, and it definitely is still sore. Die bees!

So, after visiting three totally different beaches in such a short amount of time, it's hard not to pick which one I liked the best. And while they're all great, it's obvious that the only true winner is California. Even though the sun left me with more of a lobster color than bronzey glow, and I was attacked by a  savage bee, nothing beats California. I've gone to the beach there when it was freezing, windy, and raining. Always worth it. Why? I have no idea, the West Coast is just the best, hence Best Coast.

My clock says 11:11, which means I get to wish for permanent extinction of all bees. I'll miss honey, but it'll be worth it.

cheers,

lauren