I'm feeling sheepish...

Okay, just discovered I was in the wrong part of the website for this teacher. I was in the part for the 17B kids, not the CA Hist kids. Turns out, the assigned thesis is very similar to the one I wanted. *blush*

Sick and tired

I'm staying home from school today. I've been sick with the flu since either Thursday or Friday. You know, I HATE being sick. It puts me in a bad mood. A Really Bad Mood. I ended up yelling at people on Monday night 'cause they were being too loud at rehearsal. I hate taking medicine. I hate feeling dependent on anything, medicine included. I've been cutting back on my medicine intake these past couple days (or trying too). That basically involves me trying to go to school with no medicine in my system, since I slept just fine without the medicine, but then feeling horrible and taking medicine, since I would bring the medicine to school.

I'm going to rant a bit more. Since I had some free time, I went and looked at the thesis my CA History teacher assigned me. Earlier, he had us turn in a thesis, but if he didn't like it, he said he would assign one to us. I wanted to do one on how improved transportation changed CA from a virtual island to the powerhouse it is today. I thought it was a pretty good thesis, and my teacher did too, he just said it needed a little tweaking. I assumed that the thesis he assigned to me was pretty similar to the one I chose. Well, I looked it up just now, and it has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with transportation. Instead, it's about how screwed up American policy was towards American Indians after the Civil War. That just kind of pisses me off. I'm sure it doesn't help that I'm already pissed off 'cause I'm sick.

I HATE BEING SICK!!!

All right, I'll stop ranting at you now. Not like it really matters, anyway. I'm just cranky today. And yesterday. And I hate missing class for something as stupid as illness. I'm going to go take a nap.

OOH! BURN!

Recipe for a roasted Cat:
Take one Cat in a hat and long-sleeved shirt, leave her on a shadeless plane in cold weather, and let her bask in the warm sun. Apply two layers of sunscreen. Leave to bake for six hours.

Well, at least Sean's burnt, too. Misery loves company. The airshow was fun, we saw a lot of planes, and Sean was able to help me in my knowledge of plane terminology. Now, instead of saying, "that clear thing on top," I can now say "the cockpit." Okay, seriously, I know the names of far too many planes now, like the K-C 10, C 5, C 17, T 1, F 16, F 18, U 2, and so on. I'm really tired. I've had too much excitement and too much fun. I think one of my favorite parts of the airshow (besides the Blue Angels) was watching the Warthog do its tricks and pyrotechnics.

In Sacatomato

Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I'm going to the airshow, Tomorrow! It's only a day awaaaaay!
Okay, I'm going on Sunday. But I like the song.
On a different note, I'm in Sac today (surprise, surprise) hanging out with Sean. Today a bat was found in the Scene Shop of my school, so my class was cancelled, but I still had choir. Basically, I had two out of my four classes today, since my first class was also cancelled 'cause our teacher was hosting a band review. Luckily, he told us about that ahead of time, so I got to sleep in. I'm on the second week of rehearsal, and I have to go every night, but since I'm usually doing different stuff from other people, I have to sit around for a while, give my lines when we go through the parts, and wait for them to get to my part. That's okay, though. I'm catching up on sleep with mini-catnaps. Okay, I haven't gotten that tired yet, but during Man of La Mancha I was able to sleep anywhere, anytime. Maybe I'll get to that point again. It was probably a mistake to have my classes start at 8 am, but oh, well. At least now I have at least a 3 hour break between my classes and the play. On some days I have a 6 hour break, so I can take a nap if I don't feel like doing my scene shop hours. So, yeah.
I'm kinda babbling. Whatever. Sean and I went out to eat, since he didn't have much food in his house. He's going grocery shopping tomorrow, so that's good for him.
Oh, yeah, happy St. Getting Rid of the Snakes Day, or whatever. Oh, right, St. Patrick's.

Foiled doctor appointment

Well, I had a doctor's apointment today, and I was going to a new doctor that I had chosen from my insurance plan's website. Well, I go to the place the website told me to go, and lo and behold, I couldn't find this guy's office anywhere. So, I ask one of the nurses in the place where it should have been, and she told me to try another place. Okay, I'm doing fine, and I go to that place, but I called my mom and asked her to call them to tell them that I was going to be a bit late (my mom was the one with the phone number). I go to the place, only to discover that the person who I thought I had the appointment with had retired. I go to my car, fighting back tears 'cause I was so frustrated with the whole shenanigan, when I call my mom and discover that the place I needed to go was across the street, with a completely different doctor. I'm a wreck at this point, and Mom ends up telling them that I'm hopelessly lost and I'll have to reschedule. We don't even know if this person is covered by our insurance. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what happens when I try to make my own doctor's appointments with a new doctor.