I am going to complain because... well, what else are blogs for when you have nothing intelligent to say?
Tomorrow I have to make up my Bible final, AP Euro test, and finish my Spanish final. I find it somewhat annoying that Miss Lesmes couldn't have just told me that I needed to finish it. Then I could have told her that it might have to wait 'til Friday, since I have to make up my Bible final during X-Block, and I don't plan on rushing myself. Everytime I rush myself on a final, I fail it. We'll take the English and Art final for examples. But Starkey made that final hard. Technically I didn't fail that final, though. I just didn't do as good as Nicole did.
So when I told my dad what I got on my English final, he goes "Seventy-five??" Like it was the worst grade ever. Get over it, Dad. Really. I'm still getting an A in the class. So I asked him if he knew what alliteration was, and he didn't. Anyway, I was kind of mad at him for being disappointed since he never is. You know what? I'm sorry I'm not in elementary school anymore. High school is kind of hard.

The AP Euro test will be easy. I have to study more, though.
Wish me luck.
OH, and pray that I find it in me to be nice to certain people...

I've been sick with this terrible flu for three days. It was terrible. My immune system hates me. I'm doing better now, but my throat hurts really bad.
Finals were from Wednesday-Friday. I missed four of them. Assuming that I'm going to school tomorrow, which I plan on doing, then I get to make up those lovely four on Monday while everyone else is either sleeping or being lazy. I guess that's what you get when your immune system hates you.

Nicole and I like Johnny Cash again. Life is better this way.

Still can't find the Rocky Horror Picture Show DVD case. I guess it's for the better...

I hate when I don't like people. The world would just be better if everyone liked each other. That's not the case, sadly.
Anyway, so last night Tiffany was talking about Roman Numerals. I don't really care about Roman Numerals, so I zoned out. I started thinking about this girl who just irks me, and I guess I was making a face. My dad noticed, and when I told him what I was thinking about I could tell no one believed me at all.
Whatever.
I felt the need to complain about that, since I hate it when people don't beleive me.

I got this awesome SAT book. They make it funny.

It would be the perfect time, right now, to have an epiphany. In reality, though, epiphanies come to you during Spanish class or when you're doing homework. Never when you want them...

I'm mad because we don't have chapel at school tomorrow. That's what I heard, anyway. How dare they take away my worship time?
Confession tiiime!
Angela does not like church. Praising God is good. The people are annoying. I like the principal of church, but going sucks. Basically, chapel is my only real sing-out-to-God time. I know I should go, but come Sunday morning I really couldn't care less.
Apart from everything else about it, there's one thing that I love about Cornerstone. There are a lot of shy kids go there. They won't talk to you. It's perfect. Sonrise is filled with those outgoing types. Which sucks for people like me, because I love (or, once loved) Sonrise.
I feel dumb for playing church favorites.

I keep cracking my neck, because it hurts because I don't have my glasses on, causing me to stretch my neck towards the screen. It's making me think of the time where Mr. Smith said that cracking necks was a disgusting habit. Good thing that I don't care what he thinks! =]

Since I can't sleep, I think I'll read the Bible...
Even though Mom told me to go to sleep 15 minutes ago, and instead I picked up my computer...

OHHH!
I made an *Nsync CD with all of my favorite songs on it...
It is perfect.

I have Bible in the morning. That makes me happy. I think Mr. Hervey's going to have us read Romans 6. I like Romans 6. So that's good...



Ephesians 1:3-10

"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ. For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love he predestined us to be adopted as his sons through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will— to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves. In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace that he lavished on us with all wisdom and understanding. And he made known to us the mystery of his will according to his good pleasure, which he purposed in Christ, to be put into effect when the times will have reached their fulfillment—to bring all things in heaven and on earth together under one head, even Christ."


I like it.

PS- Be Be Your Love by Rachael Yamagata (or something...) is a great song for one of those girly depressed moods. I'm listening to it now. I'm finding it interesting, because it can be applied to my life. And yet, it can't because I don't have a crush on him. Not again, anyway. And no, Nicole, it's not who you might be thinking about. Not the person we were talking about at dinner. Though, he did come up, I think...

Romans 6:4
"We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life."

I think I would've liked Paul.

I thought today was going to suck because I got about 3.5 hours of sleep. Turns out, I kind of function better if I just keep thinking that after going through the hell that school can be, I can sleep. So that's what I thought all day. Now that I'm home, though, I have coffee in my system (Ice Blended White Chocolate Dream, to be exact) and I'm wide awake.
Starkey played Nsync for us after school. So I went to go gather up everyone who I thought would appreciate the awesomeness that is Nsync. Turns out that Mr. Starkey needs new speakers... But anyway, so we were standing there talking about how our legs hurt so much because of Rachel's party, and Starkey turned the music off! I kind of yelled at him. It was very entertaining. He just laughed.
Let me tell you, X-Block is the best part of my day. Mrs. Hargis is an awesome person. Mr. Smith is very entertaining, too.

I guess I should do my math homework before I die.
Then they can mention that at my funeral! "Angela Lucatorto - always did her math homework..." But that would be a lie, because in the beginning of the year I didn't do any of it. So I guess they can't say that... Aw, well.

Have I mentioned lately how grateful I am to be alive and how great my life is? No. I don't think I have. Which is why I'm mentioning it now. It's days like these that make me terribly happy.

But I hear Ms. Lesmes didn't put the homework on iWork... I'll have to go check for myself.

Books and Authors

J.K. Rowling has to finish up book seven soon, or Meg Cabot is going to take her spot on my Favorite Author List. Seriously. Not that I want to finish book seven right away or anything - that would be sad. I just want it. All I've been reading is Meg Cabot (...and Hugh Laurie and Harper Lee...). Basically, I need my JKR fix. Maybe I'll read a Harry Potter book over the weekend. Yeah! I'll finish up the Chamber of Secrets, then jump to book six if I have time.

I finally got The Gun Seller by Hugh Laurie the other day. It seems to be good. The only thing that bugs me is that he uses " ' " (<<>
While reading it the other night, I noticed that a character (Sarah, I think her name is...) had the same birthday as Mr. Starkey. I love finding things like that.

That makes me think of English class. I kind of feel guilty, because I didn't finish To Kill A Mockingbird. But, I don't want to care. Hardly anyone actually read it, so why does it matter if I didn't? I know what happens, though. Nicole told me. I wonder if that's considered cheating...
I don't think it matters, though, because the summary doesn't have much to do with what I'm doing with my book report. So there, I don't have to finish it.
One day I will.