I know, I haven't updated in awhile, but I've been kinda lazy, and tired, and my computer is still royally screwed up. New motherboard won't be here till Wednesday, which also sucks. But here's how my wonderful Monday went.

In electronics, no one could understand Ohm's law, which is something like amps over volts=current (he didn't bother teaching it to us). Therefore, until Wednesday, we'll be watching Apollo 13. This one's principal-approved! It's got soooo much electronics in it. Yeah.

Oh how I wish I could smite down everyone in my programming class with some sort of unholy wrath. Unfortunately, all I've got is long hair and a multisyllabic vocabulary, but hey, it's a start. Today consisted of us opening up a pre-made program, and modifying many aspects of it. As usual, the juniors who sit to the left of me just copied off me again. I keep telling them they're going to fail the hell out of the class when we actually have a project to do, but it's their funeral, and it's my matches that I get to throw on their coffins. Although, if I knew these people a little better than I do, I would be concerned for them. It's so astonishing to hear these people ask you how to change the background color of an application after six weeks of being in the class. They couldn't make an exit button for a calculator program if I gave them a damn handbook. And actually, we do have handbooks. All the worse for them.

In English, we had some lazy substitute teacher whose sole job was to turn on the stereo so we could listen to some science-fiction novel. There were about two people who weren't sleeping, of course, when the word 'gay' was mentioned in the context, and didn't refer to homosexuality, everyone broke out in laughter. Ugh. I can't stand immature people; there are some guys in there that act like sixth graders all the damn time. I'm just so thankful we didn't have to read this one out loud. There were big words like 'commander' and 'you'.

Well, chemistry was allright, not phenomenal, but at least we got to do this lab which involved putting chemical X into chemical Y. Gotta love those real easy ones that don't require many mathematical equations. That's about it. Halley went to see My Big Fat Greek Wedding with some friends; I was going to go with, but it would've seemed a little awkward. 'C'mon guys, don't miss our triple date (and John) to the movies!' Hah.

Meh, choir. Mr.Raddin got in a car accident, and seemed to be having a great deal of trouble from whiplash. I sang the hellishness of Monday away with that spiritualish song.

More stupidity in geometry today. This girl who sits behind me was unable to subract 11 from 180 today in her head, and had to get out a sheet of paper to do it on. She's 17. Think about it; this means that this chick can drive a car, but can't figure out her gas milage.

As you can see, I'm really, really fucking tired of all this sheer ineptitude and incompetence. Why can't people understand such easy concepts? Especially in electronics and programming. If you ask me, we just need concentration camps for retards, make them die out so there will actually be a generation of human beings who can tie their shoes and have the intelligence to not drink the amount of alcohol needed to kill you in 30 minutes. It's never going to happen, I know. But we seriously need a little more Darwinism in our lives.

By the way, I made district, just forgot to post it on here. 29th in my room, which is actually pretty bad, but hey, I was sick. Now we move up to region, and the music is insanely hard. If you had a gothic cathedral the size of France, this is the kind of Renaissance stuff you'd sing in it.

Saw the doctor again, and I'm beginning to believe that there's some serious incompetence, or maybe just inefficiency in the medical community. This is the second time I've seen this doctor about the breathing problem I've got, and they said something like 'Yep, he's got a definite click to him.' Well what the hell does that mean? This is not a minor annoyance, people. I can't do very much without being out of breath afterwards. I can ride my bike at a decent pace, but it just about kills me. I need treatment, not more tests. What the hell is up with doctors? They charged us 60 bucks for her to say that. Ah, wait, that's right. Since I've also got a very noticeable heart murmur, they had to routinely hook me up to a panasonic printer, in layman's terms. I recall them saying something like, 'Ok John, now we're going to see how your heart is, and if you're going to have any imminent fatal heart failure in the next few weeks.' You know, I saw this really great picture on someone's MSN profile a few days ago. Allow me to quote it.

How about a nice, warm cup of STFU.

Ah, Tuesday. I didn't update yesterday, and there really wasn't much to talk about, save the fact that I did make district. Big surprise. I got 29th in my room, which is pretty crappy, but I was sick, so oh well.

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Sunday night. I'm sick, I think I caught bronchitis or something from my dad. Didn't do too bad at auditions yesterday despite my back bugging me, or my sore throat. I didn't have anyone stay and see if I made it, but I'm pretty confident I did. More tomorrow.

Hurrah, I'm certified for district! To tell you the truth, I wasn't completely sure I'd make it, what with this damn breathing problem I'm having. Halley suggested I do yoga. I didn't do too bad, save the long notes that required a lot of breath, but on the second song, the rhythm beat the crap out of me. I missed a bunch of entrances, but Ms.LeMay still certified me, she said that I had a great voice, and that I did the mens' piece perfectly, so I guess that made up for my screwups. Meh.

Nothing worth talking about today. Same boring school day, with some decency in chemistry and choir. Geometry test.

Man. Tomorrow is district mock auditions, and I still can't breathe well because of my back problem. I'm going to choir hell O.o

In other news, today, we kept soldering pieces of wire together in electronics, which is something to do, but it kinda gets old after awhile. In programming, I designed this program, that's got this fish, and ya click 'fish' or 'no fish' and then you can be all like 'make fish bigger'. It was craaazy.

English comes around, and we keep revising those papers I talked about, people keep asking me why I'm an atheist after they get a chance to read my paper. Sigh.

We had this big atomic structure test in chemistry, with quantum electron configurations and such things. I think I passed, but I may have gotten the electron configurations wrong.. I think I copied a chart down wrong, or something. As usual, talked to Halley, Nicole, those people that sit around me. There's that Celeste girl too, but I think she only talks to people on her right side. Maybe it's a gothic thing?

Geometry. Could it get any easier? We're like, drawing three-dimensional models of rectangular prisms, I remember doing this shit in third grade. Bleh.

Man, this sucks. Some guy asked Halley to homecoming, and she said yes. I was gonna do that.

Hurrah, I'm home from district rehearsal. It was all parts, of course, no one seemed to pay any attention to that, and during a few songs I became the bass II section. Oh well. At least the short kid that sits next to me during choir isn't trying out for district... He is a bass II, but he's terrible. Kind of singer who likes to show off by singing really loud, raspy, low notes, because his voice just changed.

Monday. Not a bad monday at all. We even actually learned how to solder in electronics today, and quit watching U-571. We actually made an application in programming that involves a button. Whoa.

In English we went down to the computer lab, where I typed up my paper on my 'Self-Preservation Philosophy of the Purpose of Religion'. I just know that if we end up reading that, someone's going to get on my ass about being a godless heathen. It happens every damn time. But that's allright, I've never faltered in an argument defending my beliefs, or lack of them. I don't plan on being converted. Heh.

Chemistry! What sheer enlightenment is chemistry. I mean, imagine a class where instead of doing work in a solemn corner, with imaginary walls seperating you from all conversation, you actually could actually help people with their work, or be helped. I don't really care how hard it's going to be, next year I'm going to shoot for all honors, except maybe algebra-2. I hate math. Damnable math.

Sigh. Sunday night is always so blank, so unfulfilling, because you know that the next day is Monday. I never have been able to appreciate Sundays as a real holiday. This weekend actually kinda sucked, besides the fact that it was 2 days of no school. With his computer broken, a geek can get bored very easily. This damn spare computer I'm using displays 16 colors at maximum, so basically, all I can do is sit around on messenger programs. Talked to Halley on AIM Saturday, she was going skating in the evening, and I was actually going to ask her if she'd mind me going, but I had chores and stuff to do with my dad in Florida. His mother died a few months ago, and he's down there collecting some possesions. Very sad.

I'm looking forward to school tomorrow, so very much, this entire weekend I just sat around and did nothing, but what's more, not even my mom was here most of the time, she had to go to her office Saturday, and went to some quilt festival or something Sunday. I literally had no one to talk to but the people on AIM, and it's not like everyone's always online. I need to get out more.

I'm tired beyond belief, so I suppose I'll update again tomorrow when I get home from school.

Oh, rejoice, I am home. Done with district rehearsal, that stupid pep rally today, and everything else. Well, in electronics, the teacher got back today, and of course, to celebrate his return, we just had to watch a movie instead of doing work. Besides, U-571 has electrical components in it, like, um, batteries!

In programming today, we once again sat around and did nothing worth writing about. The only thing that was of any remote entertainment to me was trying to get higher than 43 words per minute with my right hand on that damned typing game. In English, we took a test on that crappy story The Pedestrian, and I was the only one in the class with a 100 on it. Big surprise. Towards the end of English, the teacher had us write about something that made us understand the world better, in a defined 4-paragraph format. I chose to write about my whole self-preservation religious philosophy. I think I'm going to turn it into a project sometime this year and see if the teacher appreciates it, because the class probably won't.

Ah, chemistry. Mr.McCormick was laying the smackdown on my lab report today, simply because I didn't show my work and my procedure was incomplete. He rambled on for some time, but still gave me a 92, so I guess I'm happy. Other than that, some utterly devastating news today. Hah. Halley says, 'Hey Nicole, I've got a date tonight with a guy from Cy-Fair!' then it was more like, 'John, did you choke on something just then?' Oh well. I did, after all, get her email. Sigh.

Ah, Friday is bliss. Not too much time to write today, as I've got to get to school early for that infernal pep rally I talked about. I resent singing in the morning, I never sound quite as good, which I why I really love to have choir at 5th period this year. I'm not a morning person, period. I mean, this morning, I got up, smacked my foghorn of an alarm clock off, and just went to my bathroom, and turned on the water in the shower as usual, it's just that I had all my clothes on. I really can't stand waking up.

More later, when I'm done singing the national anthem for the kiddies. Sigh.

Sigh, a substitute teacher in electronics today, so we actually had to get some work done for once. What a surprise that it took everyone the entire period to finish 23 multiple-choice review questions. Slackers. Programming was, again, boring as hell, but at least we had some work to do today. I'd rather work on easy tasks on a computer than sit in front of a 'Go Bearkats!!!' screensaver. Some of the people make the screensavers pretty stupid too, always leaving some really terrible quote, like from the Harry Potter movie, or something from the Fellowship of the Ring that is completely meaningless, like 'You have my bow.' Well, no shit sherlock, Frodo's obviously going to have Legolas in his motley crew of Companions, it's not like we all need a definition. Ugh.

In English, we listened to this horribly pointless story called The Pedestrian, which sole purpose was to educate us on what the theme of a story is. I think the teacher could've picked a better writing than that. I like reading books, but I hate stories that drone on and on about some pointless facts. Too much description is often insignificant when talking about a small topic, and we certainly do not need 50 adjectives per uplifting sentence.

Ah, a lab in chemistry today. You know, I always liked labs in 8th grade, the kind where the teacher passes out a sheet of data for you to fill in, but in high school, everything must be written out by the student. Of course, this is the way real science works, but it's still more difficult than educational, if you ask me. I also don't like labs that involve more mathematics than physical labor, but then again, what is science, if not mathematics?

In choir, we kept mind-numbingly rehearsing The Star-Spangled Banner, as if we didn't know it well enough. We practiced it in the choir building. We practiced it in the courtyard, the site of our little pep rally tomorrow. We practiced it in the big ensemble room in the band hall after that, because people were complaining about the heat in the choir building. Frankly, I don't notice the heat, after spending most of your life in Texas, and hanging out in a room that has overheating computers all the time, you really learn to like the heat, and love the darkness. When I go outside, it's not the heat that bugs me, or even the humidity that much, but it's that damnable sunlight! It's probably just because I was somewhat of a nocturnal creature during the summer, but I still don't like it. It's nice to walk around outside, but it's not nice to be blinded.

Goodnight.

Ah, Thursday. I always resent the fact that Thursday exists, such a pointless, evil day before Friday. It just doesn't fit in. Today, I have no idea what I'm doing in any of my classes. That's the joy of my disorganized life, nothing is ever scheduled or planned, it just comes. I would only know if there was a big test today, or something that a teacher repeatedly pounded into my brain.

I don't know what kind of day today will be, I'm looking forward to chemistry and choir, as usual, so it's nothing out of the ordinary. Geometry is no longer something I even have a remote interest in, yesterday we had seat changes. I sit with a table of four now, that includes me, some Hispanic girl, some Hispanic guy, and some girl who talks less than I do. I know, it's scary. All I really want to do today is actually have something, anything to do in programming. I swear, if we sit there staring at a computer monitor for an hour, I'm going to go psycho-blender. Don't get me wrong, I stare at a monitor quite often, but even still, at least this computer has something worth doing on it.

6:40, I've got to get out of here. More later.

Oh, I rue the day my motherboard fritzed out on me, blanked out my screen, and wouldn't allow my computer, my custom-built, unusually stable, 1.1ghz GeForce4 computer to do anything but hum. Actually, that was yesterday, but this still royally sucks. I speak to you now through an ancient relic of my friend who moved across the country, a dusty old, clanky steel Dell case with a PII motherboard in it, and every piece of spare junk I could round up. There are spare parts in here that have been hit by luggage carts during flights to Maine. I mean, Maine. All this seemingly useless junk from a past life, which even brings me good memories (it's a geek thing) comes together to form something that actually works pretty well. In any case, I'll probably be updating this a lot until I can scrounge up the cash for a new motherboard, as I won't be able to do much serious gaming.

Other than the thought eating through my mind that my computer was broken, and that I'd have to work on this thing when I got home, today wasn't bad. As always, after a progress report day, most people silently turned them in, given up on forging a signature or not even bringing them home. That concept died out in junior high; the English teachers at Doerre were sentinels. In electronics today, we played some multiplayer games of Quake, and I swear, there's nothing like waking up, going to school, and getting your damn deathmatch on. I've got to say, none of those people have ever played any decent computer games before. N00bs. Programming today was the most boring thing in the history of the world, as usual. It consisted, once again, of us sitting at the computers, me playing some typing game, and the teacher droning on and on about her personal life. I can't stand it. She'll be talking about the computers of the 70's when she'll start rambling on and linking it somehow, any way possible to how she got her college degree, how she got married, etc.

Chemistry was a nice change today, as always. We took a quiz, I'm not completely sure if I passed, as I couldn't remember the values of beta particles and positrons. Got to try though. I've been talking with that girl I mentioned earlier, her name is Halley, and yes, I knew that before, I just couldn't spell it. She's really a very nice person, very polite, funny, has a really pleasant speaking voice. Nice to actually make a new friend... Today, as she left, she looked up at me for a few seconds when I stood up, like she was going to say something, it even looked like she was going to open her mouth to speak, but she just turned around and left. Kinda weird. I think I'll get her email address tomorrow.

Choir! Here, as we have been rehearsing this week, we rehearsed the Star-Spangled Banner. No, this isn't the little kiddie version you sometimes sing with the PA system in elementary school, it's a good bit more complex, split up into four harmonizing parts, stuff like that. Of course, this week has a special, patriotic theme, as all of you know what today is.

This brings me to why I haven't talked about English yet. Today, being the anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center, had an impact on most of my classes. English was the most patriotic of these, followed by choir, where people are in a decent enough mood to discuss events. We read all our writing assignments, in between clips of the teacher's slideshow presentation, which was a bunch of compiled photographs, news clips, and other tidbits of information. Some people said they didn't have theirs, some went up to the podium and read theirs without a shred of interest, as if the death of thousands is a statistic compared to the death of one. Sadly enough, sometimes it is. Some read it like they had been in a speech class before, like they knew what they were doing, and of course, they did; they sounded well-spoken, they looked at their audience, and possessed other qualities which actually get peoples' attention. One girl, however, knew the meaning of 9-11. I'm not sure what her personal experience was with this, as the story wasn't complete, but as she was telling of when she first heard of the towers in flames, this perky, annoying girl turned into a sensitive, heartbroken human being who nearly burst into tears before she was done. It makes me ashamed that I never knew the true meaning of the tragedy, never felt the real emotion of the loss of all these people. There was no personal happening related to me, no relative, no parents' friend, nothing. It may have well been a murder case in a third-world country to me. I have never been a patriotic person, but I have great respect for the victims of the 9-11 attacks, and for this country. It's just that I feel like the lucky one, and that I wish I could understand what happened, not on a global, a diplomatic, political, or ethical scale, but on a personal one. Tragedies are tragic, but we all learn something from them.
I'm done. More updates tomorrow, as I now have a working computer.

Well, that was a pretty decent day. As I said, I always like Tuesday more than Monday, and today was no exception. No movie in electronics today, amazingly enough, we really did some book work. Of course, the people sleeping in class and eating animal crackers weren't fooling anyone as usual, so not much work got done. Programming was the most boring thing ever today, the seniors had some assembly to attend in the auditorium, so the remaining 3 or 4 sophomores just sat around, the others talked about how fast their cars are while I listlessly busied myself with trying to get a higher words per minute rating on some crappy typing game. English test today, was really quite easy, and I'll be surprised if I get anything less than a 95 on it, but I always have the ability to unpleasantly surprise myself. Chemistry was a nice change from my solitary first half of the day, and it was even pretty easy too. The half-life of a radioactive isotope has to be the easiest thing I've ever found out, my only problem is that the teacher tries to make it complicated with an algebraic equation, whereas I just divide things in half. Every man to his own.

Choir wasn't bad today, the director lost his glasses and looked like he had a little too much blood in his caffeine system though. Days like that are nice, because he won't talk to us for hours upon hours about upcoming events; I'd rather him talk about singing technique, which is one of the primary reasons the Klein choir is among the best. I'm still having strange doubts about this girl who sits next to me in choir though, whenever I pass her music, ask her to lend me a pencil, things like that, she always replys by lazily staring off into space, and eventually coming back to reality. Can anyone tell me if there's a difference between ADD medication and large animal tranquilizers?

Geometry... Geometry easily had questionable straightness today, it was one of those test days where instead of having our nice little social groups of desks, we file into the ominous, clean, perfect rows of students, like slaves in a salt mine. Of course, this is the way almost all classrooms work, but on test days especially, there's an eerie silence over everyone. That included me, I didn't study at all, but I'm confident that I passed.

Ah, and that brings me to progress reports.
On progress report day, like the rows of desks in my geometry period, or like the people fearing teachers spotting their drug hangovers, people are dismal. Not the smart, responsible people you see chatting with their friends as they take notes like good students. No, you know who I'm talking about. The people with their hands covering their faces, fearing the unholy wrath of their parents as they mutter something like, 'my GPA is still 2.5', or 'school sucks anyway'. I know, secretly, that I will be paying for these peoples' prison cells with my tax dollars, I am certain of it. Even if these juniors and seniors, who are so infinitely screwed up in their own stupidity turn a new leaf now, they may only realize their mistakes fully when they end up at a white-collar job gotten only because of some bachelor's degree from a cheap community college. Sitting there, droning in their cubicles, or aforementioned prison cells, they will someday understand why John didn't smoke pot and get laid at 15, why their parents cried over their atrocious grades, but what they won't understand is simple. Why they didn't try. Why they didn't try to do the right things to enjoy life at its best, why they weren't responsible, and why they never had a thought of shame or a shred of dignity. Some people are brought up this way, in bad neighborhoods, with abusive parents, it's true, and a very real issue. I may not have much say in this because I consider myself lucky, to be brought up in a middle class home, with kind parents who give me all I need. But anyone can try.

/ethics off. I'm done for today.

Tuesday. I don't mind tuesdays nearly as much as mondays, because for me, tuesdays are the start of the week. After a nice, long, relaxing weekend, monday smacks you in the face with a baseball bat, and then steps on your back when you get home. Tuesday is the beginning; and everyone knows it. On monday, you know the week is coming, you know it will be there, but there's still that insignificant feeling that you might get out of going to school, work, etc. On tuesday, you just have to face the music, it's forced, but I don't mind it. The sooner I can get a week of school over with, the better to sit around like a bum on the weekend.

I think today might be a decent day, as usual, once I get past my lunch period. I'm really hoping that we'll actually learn something in electronics today; I didn't take the class to learn about old movie, the same as I didn't take programming to learn about computer history. There are really some people in my programming class who couldn't use windows explorer if they tried, and it bugs me. I just want to learn something in my electives, whereas some people want to take classes for easy A's. I can't stand it.

In choir this week, we've got a little patriotic theme going on. Wednesday, which is the day of my district rehearsal, we've got some flag-raising event, where we have to sing the Star-Spangled Banner. Frankly, I think America the Beautiful was always a better candidate for the national anthem. In any case, I've got to go to that, because it's a rehearsal after this whole thing's over, and participation makes the directors like you. Friday, there's one of those stupid pep rallies in the courtyard, one of those damned school spirit, patriotic, enthusiasm-fests where we also have to sing the national anthem. I've never been a terribly hysterical person, I never have cheered at those pep rallies, school sports games, things like that. I'm a pretty quiet and withdrawn person, I prefer to watch things and not make a fool of myself. I know a lot of people really do get into those events, but I don't share their enthusiasm. Also on the calendar for choir - homecoming. That's right, I'm forced to go to homecoming this year, at least for 5 minutes or so with the choir, to again sing the national anthem. I honestly haven't figured out if I want to go, sing, and come back, or actually ask someone to go with me. There's really only one person I'd choose to ask to homecoming anyway, that girl in my chemistry class, but as it might be easy to tell, I've never been into massive social events. I prefer to get together with a couple of friends, watch movies, play computer games, that kind of thing, but I don't like huge gatherings. Easier to make yourself look better in front of the people you know. This time, my fondness of that girl may overweigh my reluctantness to go, but she would, after all, have to say yes first. And I'm not great at things like that either. I'll most likely get her email address, AIM screenname, something like that and ask her over the internet, where I'm generally a lot more open-minded and talkative; it's geeky, I know, but it's me. Besides that, a friend of mine who I've known for a few years is in that class with me, and I would regret it for the rest of my life if the girl turned me down in his range of hearing. I'm done for today.

Allright, so three posts in a day is pretty bad, you can probably tell the amount of time I have on my hands. However, I thought I'd share a bit of philosophy with you, after my quest into a Christian MSN chatroom, and back.
So, it's 7:00, I'm tired, and I decide to go hang out on this chatroom. What a better thing to do when you're bored, and after all, the gothic chatrooms always talk about vampires, corpses, dead people, etc., the MSN hosted rooms have too much tyrannical control, and the crappy pool party rooms always have a bunch of people cybering. Shameless as hell. Anyway, I get there, and it seems this huge battle of the philosophes is already happening. This atheist chick battling it out with this religious fanatic, which is fun to watch, but I almost always end up getting involved. First thing I notice is that the atheist is really making every atheist on the face of the planet look bad, by USING ALL CAPS and being really bigoted. Anyway, I get into this huge discussion with these people about theology, religion, all that. Eventually, I just state my opinion on religion and life, and leave. I thought I'd come here and compile it, in case I ever need to use it again.
I believe that the human race created its own god, rather than be created by one. One of the most basic human instincts is self-preservation, which even today, can lead to after a person's death. Think of it this way; man creates god to rid himself of his loneliness in the universe, and to give himself comfort that he won't just rot in a hole when he dies, that he will either experience terrible pain for eternity, or be immersed in bliss as a reward for good actions. Eventually, this form of self-preservation forms into a cult almost, or a religion, turning into a form of mass delusion hundreds, thousands of years after being created. Religion gives mankind a sense of purpose. It is nothing more than a loose, faith based, illogical theory to answer the simple questions; why are we here? What force created us? And what will happen to us after we die? What's convenient for the religious people is that no solid explanation is needed for why a god exists, why he will save us all, how he existed in the first place, and why the bible isn't some holy writ created by a schizophreniac in the first century.
This brings me to my little debate with the fanatics over on MSN. Talks like this are always, always filled with statements like, "faith is my reason", or "only god can tell us that". What's more, the discussions always end with things like, "well, you'll just burn in hell anyway, so it's no use arguing". It's like these people don't have the intelligence to stand behind a strong argument, their minds filled with all this knowledge that they received in their early childhood, propaganda to the masses of youth. It's perfect, people even make money off it. Look at the Mormons, they're required to give like, what, 10% of their paycheck to the church? Think of those priests just sitting in their gold-lined velvet chairs on those religious TV shows, while some crusty old lady plays hymns on an expensive piano. I'm done for tonight.. Maybe I'll post tomorrow morning, and get in the habit of updating this often.

On a scale from crappy-average-decent, I'd say this was a crappy-average day, not quite like I had subliminally expected, but things can't always go the way you want em to. Today was like any monday basically.. The kids in the electronics class were screwed up from drinking the previous night, and the kids in English were too tired to talk. Chemistry was allright, but my new buddies in there weren't really talkative either. Mondays are all the same; I'm just glad I don't have district choir rehearsal on them, not to mention boy scouts, which I quit years ago. As usual, the people in my geometry class were being retarded and hysterical, but that's another thing that'll never change. I sit at a group of desks with a short and stout kid named Josh, and some bookworm who things he's a genius (but is barely pulling a C- in the class), as well as some African-American girl who, undoubtedly thinks the other three of us are crazy; some more than others. You see, I gave up Pokemon cards a good while ago, like in sixth grade? This Josh kid, he's obsessed with every kind of card game, but what's more, he's a complete Japanese anime fanatic. Don't get me wrong, I think Japanese culture is wonderful, and I'm a huge anime fan myself, but I'm generally pretty casual about it, I don't run around drawing little kanjiis on the backs of my hands and wearing bright-colored Dragonball Z shirts every day. It's just bad. In any case, we're still watching movies in electronics after doing a minimal amount of work.. Can anyone tell me what The Abyss has to do with PSpice code? To tell you the truth, it's probably for the best, there are seniors in there who can't figure out the metric system, it really makes me want to swing something heavy at them when they ask what a volt or an ampere is, but I think I'll refrain from that until they start making fun of my haircut. I should really say 'lack of haircut', but I like the way it looks, and I've never been a fashion fanatic; as far as I'm concerned, if I like it, it goes. I think my sense of fashion is based on common sense anyway, I can't understand why people get all these piercings and crap, and not only just the fact that they do, but the fact that they try to hide it while in school. In my opinion, if the administration tells you you're screwed if you do this, just don't do it. If I ever have a really serious problem with the rules, or the school system, I'll write a letter of complaint, or something, but I guess some people just have a problem with authority. Sigh. Tried selling some of those useless entertainment books for the choir fundraiser today, and I know it's too late, but man, I'm either not good with people or not a natural salesperson, but I'm thinking both. I've never been a really social guy, but selling stuff goes beyond being social.. You have to be vicious. You have to pound your product into the heart of the innocent and helpless and you have to make them love it. Telemarketers suck, but you've got to admit, after being called 30 times or more while you're eating dinner with your family, you must stop and wonder... My god, what the hell IS (insert crappy product name here)?! The old people down the street weren't home, and my neighbors are too broke to cough up 20 bucks for the thousand that I'll have to pay if I even want to think about going to New York for choir this year. It'll be fun, I guess, but when you add that to the spring trip in Dallas, things get expensive. Oh well, Dallas will be fun.. Spring trip was the best thing I've ever done with the choir last year, but then again, San Antonio is cooler than Dallas, and I enjoyed last year's trip for reasons other than singing and staying in a hotel.

Monday. For some reason, I don't think this will be a bad day; I woke up this morning feeling pretty decent, not deprived of sleep like I had expected. In fact, I'm posting this just 6:30 before I leave. Felt like writing down my thoughts, which I don't often do. So anyway, today I'll be pretty happy once I get past my first, second, and third period classes, as well as my lunch period. I don't have any friends in any of those classes, and I sit alone at lunch. Fourth period is great though, I love the people in it compared to all my crappy regulars classes... People that will actually talk back to you, instead of going back to sleep at their desks from some hangover. Lot of nice, intelligent people in honors courses, as opposed to the regulars people, who will generally start with a question about multiplication tables before they ask you for help on actual algebra. Chemistry is different though. Nice teacher, seems happy with his job, which is very unusual. I hope to get to know this girl in that class a little better too.. very nice, smart, polite, things I like. Fifth and sixth period are nice too, choir and geometry, and so far, geometry is easy this year, it's like we're reviewing what a triangle is, except it's not a review. Pretty pathetic. Might as well post a quote every day or so that regards my thoughts, so here's one I remembered from a clever fellow on MSN; which is in spite of that, the center of all things unclever.

"Only a fool need quote the words of another man." -Voltaire