victim of selective hearing

i got to school this morning, and got my semester two books. i have a lot of text books, it's nuts. i had Psychology. we were put into partners, there weren't enough people, so i was put in a group of three. with a girl named Shavonne and a guy named Dylan. we had to ask each other questions to get to know them. it was pretty cool, i guess. met some new people, and Dylan's in my chemistry class, too, so it's pretty cool.
i had English, too, and i scared Matt pretty good when i walked him and gave him a light punch on the shoulder. English is going to be a really great class. Mrs. Palazzo is my teacher, and i've seen her ever since i was a kid, because her kids went to my Italian school. i've never actually talked to her before, but she's one of those teachers that aren't out to get you, and it seems she really cares how we do in her class. i love teachers like that. have i mentioned she's absolutely hysterical ? all my teachers are like that this semester, minus my options of course.
she gave us an assignment that i am so excited to do. she told us to read this short story once, and then write everything we feel about this story, and when she said that i thought Hey! I am so good at that. then she told us to read it again, and do a character sketch on one of the characters. which i also love doing. i know it's a creep characteristic, but i love analyzing people. she told us that when we read stories, we have to make ourselves the character in order to understand the story to our full potential. and i love that. i mean, it's what i'm good at. how many times do i talk about watching movies in this thing? it's because i love how involved and consumed i get when i watch them. movies just get to me.

yesterday my mother called me a flag. i wasn't sure i wanted to stay in psychology because it looked really dry. so she raised her tone and called me a flag. well, she said more than that, but that's all i really heard of what she was saying.

have i mentioned i have selective hearing ? yes, it's true. i've realized i only listen to what i want to hear. yesterday after school, i was with Tyler and i was calling my mom for a ride, and Tyler was all up in my grill making these popping noises, and only afterwards i realized he was actually doing that. Amanda was like "wow you're really good at tuning out noises." and then this morning, i was listening to my iPod, put it on my favorite song, and then five minutes later i realized i hadn't even been listening to it. i just think about things so much that my thoughts tend to cloud over my music at times, and i don't realize i'm even listening to music. because of this disorder or whatever you might want to call it, i usually listen to my favorite songs after i've been listening to music for awhile, so my thoughts have a chance to settle down.

sometimes it doesn't work, and it just gets worse. songs remind me of too many things, and they make me think of different things, steering me away from the relaxing effect music can bring.

hmmmph. i'm wearing my beige scarf from American Apparel. got it for free for spending over fifty bucks there when i bought my sleeveless hoodies. damn i love them things.