Wow. Am I bored or what. Really bored. Like, bored squared. If only I was at that party! Oh, wait. I never knew the address!

how would you commit suicide?

Yep. If I ever need to end it all, looks like that's how it's done.

Speaking of wanting to end it all, what the hell is going on? Today, I get home, it's halloween, I'm going to that party with Julia, yay, everything is great. I call Stephanie Begg to try and bum a ride, but she can't give me one. Just to make sure, I ask her if it will be at Julia's house, and she says yes. My mom gets home in 20 minutes, and gives me a ride over there. I'm 15 minutes late, but it couldn't be that bad, could it? Apparently so. The party was somewhere else, damn it. I call back later, and Casey picks up the phone telling me Julia's at a party. Well no shit. I ask for an address, and no luck with him, so I'm sitting around on my ass, in this cool looking chef shirt. On my computer. Could it get much worse? I was actually looking forward to this. I like Julia, and I like hanging out with her too. It must be Stephanie's fault. Has to be.

By the way. Irene's blog does exist. Read it, for the sake of making fun of her later!

I'm home. And home alone, what's more; my mom's coming home late today, and my dad's off on another hunting trip. I enjoy the peace and quiet.

We finished watching Reign of Fire in electronics today. This big guy with a battle axe jumped at this dragon, and then the dragon glomped him, and it was funny. It was pretty educational, we learned that batteries use DC current. Crazy.

I got a 95 on my chemistry test. Not only is this unusual for me, being one who never studies, as in never, but Todd got a 15 on the test, Halley got a 30, and Nicole got a 65. They all hate me, and the hate flows through me and generates a new strength. Or something. Muahahaha!

There's really nothing else to talk about today. I'm still in a good mood from riding the bus, oddly enough. Katie Maier was riding today, and as always, she was all smiles and saying hi to everyone. There's this joyful light about her personality that can cheer anyone up, even the most bored, exhausted, pessimistic person like me. It's almost scary, but she's been like that since first grade.

Halloween party tomorrow night. Fear my chef costume and wooden spoon- fear it with great fear.

And now, a haiku, composed by me as I had a revelation on the way home.

Fire truck stops in traffic

Now someone who is in need

Will burn quite a lot

I saw this fire truck, with sirens blaring and all get stopped in front of someone who was pulling out of an exxon today. I thought to myself, wow, someone must be burning because of Mr.Incompetent Driver. Who wouldn't notice it?

You know what I really want to do right now? Go outside and stand in the rain.

I think I'll copy that essay onto my blog to wind down for tonight. Just because I'm bored, and tired. Here begins my essay entitled:

The Five Points of Klein Character Development! (This is me writing to a journal prompt in English. I'm supposed to be discussing respect, committment, integrity, initiative, and responsibility)
If I'm going to write about character development, I might as well take a stand against Klein's attempt at 'turning us into better people'. First of all, it probably won't work. Putting up posters around the school with these five points of a good personality listed on them isn't going to help anyone. Half the school probably hasn't even given a thought as to what initiative really even means. Second, the approach they're taking is wrong. If they just toughen the punishment for wrongdoing, it's not going to make people avoid tardies, absences, or anything else that breaks a rule, or a law, for that matter. Take my electronics class for example. One guy is on probation until next summer, yet he still has a problem with alcohol. Another is rarely in class; truencies and tardies land him in ISS most of the time. I hate to be blunt, but the posters are not helping them.

But since I'm supposed to be writing to the prompt, I'll set aside my teenage urge to 'fight the system'. I do value these five qualities in people, my friends, family, and the traces of them that are in myself. Respect is my favorite. I never have appreciated anyone who slings crude insults at you for being with a certain group of people, having a 'different' style or 'different' beliefs. Respect is something that the world needs a lot more of. I can't stand it when some student will act rudely with a teacher, and afterwards feeling a sort of selfish pride about it. It gives teenagers a bad name.

Moving on to committment, this is something of a less important aspect of my personality. It's good to be committed to school, getting good grades and the sort, but the last time I have done any schoolwork at home was probably in the middle of the first six weeks. I don't study for any of my classes, and I get my homework done in my lunch period so it doesn't plague me at home. I prefer to go home, relax, and have nothing the worry about or dwell on, save my personal life.

Integrity is another quality that I find important, but not wholly. Honesty is a virtue when it comes to school or work, though when it comes to friends or relationships, a certain level of 'tactile honesty' is important. If an overweight friend was planning to commit suicide, "End it all, you fat (edit)bastard" is definitely not the ideal thing to say. A little white lie can sometimes be a valuable asset when keeping friends.

Initiative and responsibility go hand in hand. I'm not good at either one of them, being the aforementioned lazy person I am. I'll occasionally forget a geometry assignment or two, but I try to keep within the limits of what will and will not hurt my grade, or reputation.

I'm done writing. Perhaps I should look into yoga, as I mentioned...

I just realized something. I noticed something, a little glitch in my personality and my being when I was sitting around playing EQ. I'm listening to Yaida Hitomi, a damn female Japanese singer, and all of a sudden, I hear my dad's voice call me downstairs. He sounds really angry and such, so I jump out of my chair, knock over some books and things, and lean over the rail. "Yes? Did.. did you call me?" "No, was talking to the dog." This happens a lot. Therefore, I have come to the conclusion that:

I am very high-strung and tense. I just can't seem to relax. People have told me this before, I suppose I've just never taken it into consideration. Must be why my muscles are always so tense. Aghh, and I'm noticing it especially today, I feel really tired for some reason. Maybe yoga? Or meditation? Or something. gAGOD the phone just rang...

Hey, I'm home. And I'm in region choir. Seriously! Mr.Raddin came by my geometry class at the end of today and told me that a few bases failed, and that I'd been called to be in region choir. Wasn't expecting that.

Reign of Fire is an interesting movie. I can't quite decide if it's any good yet, but I say that because we're watching it in electronics. Dragons and British people with guns. It's interesting.

In English today, I had to write about the 'five points of Klein Character Development' in my journal. I wrote this big elaborate thing about why I think the concept that Klein is trying to make us into better people is really pretty retarded. I may copy it into this blog later on.

Betcha I failed the chemistry quiz. I just know it.

In choir, we're learning this new Hanukkah song, most likely for the holiday concert. I don't like it too much, but that's probably just because we're learning it in sophage. Meh.

Like I said, I'll probably write my little essay on character development in here later, when I've got some more time. Work to do right now, such as cleaning this embarrassingly messy upper floor of my house.

Ugh. I don't really give a damn if anyone reads this, I've just got to have this website to dump my thoughts into, or I end up containing them for all eternity.

I feel kinda bad about seeing the movie with Julia. I'm so embarrassed. Not about going with her, but about what I did.. In the middle of the movie, I kinda put my arm around her. I don't know if it's because I really like her, or because I think she might still like me. She did send me that email after all, but still, I feel like a real idiot. Even if she does still like me, maybe it was too early to do something like that? I don't know. It seemed to make her really uncomfortable, and I stopped, but I felt like apologizing for my stupidity the entire time afterwards. And I did, and I still feel like doing it, but I really don't want to bring up the subject again. Whyyyy am I so stupid?

It's not like she's holding it against me or anything, she's not really the type of person to be quick to anger, or anything like that. I just still feel really dumb for doing it.

Irene, if you ever mention this, to anyone, to me, I'm going to kill you. I just had to write about it.

The Ring was freaky as hell. Although, it wasn't quite as scary as Signs, in my opinion; I think that's because I'm a bit more desensitized to violence and mangled dead people than Julia is. In any case, today was fun.

I'd write about it more, but this place is now a well of topics for Irene's blackmail. Maybe later.

Sigh. From what Irene says, Julia likes this Adam guy in choir, and has for a long time. I guess it's good to know, but even still, I wish she just wouldn't tell me stuff like this. Now I have to have that in the back of my mind tomorrow.

Just so I don't seem like I'm obsessing over her (which I'm not, by all means), I think I'll try and get my mind off that subject, and write about something else.

Friday, we continued watching junkyard wars in electronics, and I continued to sleep in programming. It's becoming so routine, I can't stand it, but at least electronics is only one semester long. English I can live with, since occasionally we get to write according to a halfway interesting prompt in there, and the tests are easy. I can't believe 'palatable' is a vocabulary word. Didn't these people ever read Calvin & Hobbes? That's where you get vocabulary from. I swear!

Chemistry is getting difficult. I really need to learn my polyatomic ions, or I'm going to hell.

Geometry is easy, as always, and there's this interesting guy I've made friends with who sits across from me. He's from the Philippines, he drives, and smokes. I suppose that's all okay, since he's 18. He invited me to go over to his house on Saturday; not like I have anything better to do. Amazing.. I'm getting out of my house twice this weekend.

Julia knows about this blog now. I suppose it's only fair, since I've known about hers since its creation.. But still! So embarrasing!

Back from the sign language club with Julia. Sure was interesting, but it was fun. Her sister is a psychopath. Amazingly, Julia said that she herself is more ditzy than Irene. I don't believe her.

I'm going to see a movie with Julia on Sunday! Probably The Ring, or maybe Road to Perdition, since Tom Hanks is cool. Yay!

I'm home!

All I really feel like talking about today is choir. None of my other periods are really that interesting anymore, and not all that fun. I have the Hallelujah Chorus stuck in my head, and it still won't come out. It's so energetic and moving, almost like our voices are instruments, which is what Mr.Raddin said is typical of the Baroque style of music.

Julia's so funny. She kept avoiding eye contact with the bass section today so she wouldn't meet eyes with me. She did mention it in her blog, though I noticed it anyway. She also mentioned that she really does like me, and emailed me last night telling me she worded her IM wrong. Now, she admits she's attracted to me. I'm so happy! Tomorrow is the sign language club meeting, which I'm going to with Julia. I still can't decide if I want to ask her out tomorrow, or wait awhile longer; either way, I haven't been this ecstatic in quite awhile.

Did I mention I got 29th rank in region auditions? Same as district. And they took 26 bass II's. So I only need to arrange the tragic death of three of them...

Hmm. Well, I just asked Julia if she liked me (yes, on AIM, I will always be that lame) and she said it had crossed her mind once or twice, but she'd never seriously had a crush on me. It's not really like that means nothing else can happen, and I really do wish I had waited until later to ask her. Though, I suppose Irene told me that Julia likes me just to get me to ask her out, or somesuch. Come to think of it, Mary told me the same thing. Nosy, aren't we?

I don't mind. Julia's still a great friend.

Agh. My back hurts. Damnable hospital tests; they have you breathe into a tube as hard as humanly possible for as long as you can, and then they have you do it again all drugged up. In any case, none of it really helped. I obviously don't have asthma, as the inhaler they gave me didn't help at all. I thought medicine was a little more advanced than that these days?

In other news, Irene is bugging me to ask Julia out. I told her I probably will eventually do it, I'd just rather have her as a good friend for now. The interesting thing is, she said Julia likes me. I might as well believe it, Irene is Julia's sister, even as sneaky and backhanded as she is. How complicated my life is.

Been talking to Julia about my whole atheist explanations for the purpose of religion. Heh, I must think I'm a real philosopher. But, get this. She agrees with me.

Enough said. She is so damn cool.

"I'm like, what? Ok, mystical man in the sky. Controls my destiny. He's got a son? That saves us from being tossed into an unholy campfire? Mkaaay"

Oh man. This comic is a work of pure genius. This is for all your bastards out there who use 'u' and 'r' in the place of 'you' and 'are'. I don't know if your English is that bad, or if you're just really dumb. But please, spare us the ineptitude.

see guys i r seriously dun writing 2day HEHEHEHEHE!!!!1111

If I ever write on this website again like that, for any purpose other than making fun of people, just remember; my address is on one of these posts. Send me some fucking anthrax.

My cat is scaring me. She's been sitting below my chair for hours. I can't even make her go away.

Aside from that, let's move into today. Mondays really don't have to be bad, it's just that everyone makes them that way. The earth: 51% pessimistic? Evidently.

Nothing to talk about in electronics, save the newest episode of junkyard wars, though programming became a lot more challenging today. We're finally learning how to create our own variables and constants in a program, which is what I've been waiting for. This means you can specify something like"strCynicism = '100'", and the computer will recognize "cynicism" as a value from then on, as a string of text, which is represented by the "str" prefix. Very useful.

My English teacher is making fun of me. She knows that I'm an atheist due to that paper I had to write, and on my test, she wrote a note to 'taunt my agnostics', as she put it. She wants me to humor the possibility that an afterlife exists in my writings. I have no problem with that, I suppose, it's not like I'm a really active neo-atheist who would burn a church down at will. I'm just also not completely passive.

Why won't Mr.McCormick stop the quizzes in chemistry? Why?

Choir. Nothing to say other than I love the Hallelujah Chorus, and I've got Julia's picture to add to my crappy HBO wallet now. Maybe I should buy a decent one? With what money?

Alas, I didn't make region. Neither did Julia. Or Mary. Evidently, it was much harder than I had anticipated. I really thought I did quite well on my audition too, but that's generally what I always think; I'll screw up terribly, and not realize it, walking out of the audition room feeling great about my performance. Shit happens. At least I don't have to attend rehearsal four days a week anymore, and no more day-long auditions. Then again, that's looking at the bright side. I would've much rather gone onto pre-area auditions. Sigh.

I'll find out my rank tomorrow in choir, not that it'll really be worth knowing.

I'm home. No region rehearsal today. I suppose they want to give us a break, as the auditions are tomorrow, but I would've much rather gone over the music again in a rehearsal. At least I'm home early, and I've got the house to myself.

I got a lot of sleep in electronics, programming, and English today. Big surprise. In chemistry, now we have to memorize the naming system for acids as well as every other compound, if it weren't already complicated enough. I'll get the hang of it.

Oh, I'm overjoyed about choir. We're singing the Hallelujah Chorus from The Messiah for the holiday concert. Not only do I have an mp3 of it anyway, it's from Evangelion, and I already know half the bass part. It's going to sound wonderful when chorale has perfected it. I'm just becoming very nervous over the thought of region auditions. Not only the fact that I may not make it, but the good chance that I'll have to sing at five or six o'clock. Oh well. Maybe I'll sit with Sterling on the bus, to avoid sitting with Alex. Because Alex isn't too bad, but he never knows when to stop talking.

Wish me luck. I'll need it.

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Take the What High School
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I absolutely love online quizzes, in case you couldn't guess. I'm actually somewhat surprised I came out as an outsider, since geek was one of the stereotypes.

I'm not cold anymore, at least now that it's the afternoon and I'm home. Perhaps I should find a jacket? Perhaps. In any case, getting to today.

I suppose it's back to watching movies in electronics; it took everyone only two days to finish the projects we were finally assigned. Mine works! Amazing.

In programming today, I just slept. That's all. No assignments even. I'm beginning to think wonder that if I wake up at 4:30 one morning, and sleep for a period, would I feel the same at third period, or when I got home? Could be, but it sounds dangerous. After all, region auditions are Saturday.

Ah, in English, we delved into a natural science far beyond anyone's comprehension: the apostrophe. Yes, it's true. Today we 'reviewed' the correct usage of the apostrophe in possesive singular and plural nouns, as well as in contractions. I find it amazing that half the class believed 'women's' is spelled that way when possesive. I feel as though I am among 25 other kids in wheelchairs, who just stare up at the ceiling and make high-pitched moaning sounds every five minutes.

Chemistry's really not terribly interesting anymore. I think it's because I've gotten over my little crush on Halley. She's cute and all, but I'm not the type of person to be dating a Mormon. I'm just not 'wholesome' enough. Not in God's eye anyway.

Choir certainly has been a lot more fun recently. I've been talking to Julia Matsuno. She drives a VW Bug. In fact, she drove me and Sterling home in it today. If there is a cooler affordable car in existence today, drive one up to my damned house. 6302 Oak Masters Drive, Spring, Texas. 77379. Anyway, Julia (or Yue) is a nice friend to have; joyful, but not sickeningly so, and very kind. Kind in the aspect that she's saved me from sitting next to Robert Palisin at least six times. Palisin thinks she likes me, and though it would be nice, he's awfully stupid, and she's a junior. Meh.

Geometry consisted of me waiting until the bell rang. Such a boring class, and always forced to sit with new people every six weeks. The only interesting part was Claire trying to decipher the hidden meaning of Julia's note to me, which reads: This is a strip of paper that I am left with after writing on the actual paper. Have a nice day! Love, Julia.

Girls write the most pointless notes to you. No matter what nationality.

Thursday morning. It's so cold in here.

Back from region rehearsal, and finally with time to write of last night's concert.

It was unbelievable.

All three of our songs, Chip as the soloist on the spiritual, Lisa playing the clarinet on My Heart's In the Highlands, Ms.LeMay playing the piano, everything right down to peoples' ties was perfect. Even the junior high kids didn't sound bad. It was the best choral performance I've ever been to, much less performed at. That will all change next year. It was announced that the Klein High School Chorale will be the feature choir on our trip to New York in the spring; which means Moses Hogan will be conducting us seperately from every other high school choir that will be there. In Avery Fisher Hall, in Lincoln Center. Yes, we're that cool, though there is an infinite amount of added preparation we must go through for this. It will be the experience of a lifetime.

On today. In electronics, our 'projects' have finally come in, which are really nothing more than little circuit board kits. Pretty easy stuff, although at least it teaches us a slight amount of skill at this type of thing. People will finally have to learn how to solder correctly. There is never anything more interesting than that in that class. Soldering.

In programming, we're continuing to create little programs that calculate prices for a company, short equations, averages, and basic concepts like that. Or should I say BASIC. As far as Mrs.Gonzales tells us, this is as complicated as Visual BASIC will get. And, that's true. The name of the course is Business Computer Programming, not Gaming Industry Programming. The typical programmer works with teams to create boring accounting software. Yes, I am interested in a career in computer programming, or perhaps any computer-related occupation. And it may sound silly, but I'd rather be working on the Half-Life 2 team with Sierra, or a Quake 4 team with iD Software than determining the average Joe's yearly salary. Like I've said before, I live for singing and technology. Singing is an artform, and so is gaming; no matter how mindless it is.

I don't really care to talk about English anymore. There's really just nothing to talk about.

In chemistry, I believe I'm beginning to understand the five systems used to name compounds. Roughly. Valence numbers and oxidation are important, as far as I know; the rest is up to the teacher. Damnit, it's cold in that class.

In choir, of course, we watched a recording of our concert last night. It wasn't anything near the sheer magnitude of this year's chorale singers in the acoustics of that church, but it was still mesmerizing to watch. I love that spiritual.

Geometry. Claire was jealous that we're the feature choir in New York, and that Liederkranz just goes to Washington, D.C. in a year or two. I just tell her she'll be in chorale next year anyway.

Before I sign my joyful little self off, I just have to say it. Rob's website sucks. A lot.

It's too late to do any writing right now. Tonight was concert night, and I'm tired, though I'll write about it tomorrow.

Seems like Rob is trying to mock my website! Or realisticly imitate it. See what you think here.

If there was ever a crime investigation that injected the fury of all that is evil into my being, it's this. They think the sniper in Washington is a gamer. Read it for yourself.

Well I'll be damned. Not a bad Monday at all, once I got past my staggered start towards it. My alarm clock was, by all definitions, not the entity that woke me up this morning, though I was grateful that something woke me up at all. After my mother's wakeup call, I rushed to try and wash my hair, get a little composure and eat, but barely missed the bus. What a shameful, impunctual person I am.

In spite of my duel with time this morning, today wasn't too bad. In electronics, we finally learned Ohm's Law, which many people didn't understand. I just don't see how people can't comprehend the fact that E stands for voltage.

In programming, I got to present my wonderful little program (modeled, of course, after the book's assignment) to the class. It was really quite simple; more so than others' assignments, only a program that would calculate the average of any three numbers, but still, it looked very professional. Microsoft standard format, you know? I'm turning into Satan. Surprisingly, after watching the rest of the class presentations, I noticed that the only really stupid people are the sophomore and junior who sit near me. Everyone else had the whole works. Pseudocode, the correct user interface format, the right equations, everything. I still wish I had taken computer science. Visual Basic is such a damned easy language.

There was a bit of ineptitude in English, however. I won't go into any detail, but shouldn't we all know what a synonym and an antonym are by now?

Chemistry is always a nice class, especially when it takes awhile for Mr.McCormick to get to class from his usual cigar-smoking habits in Meyer Park. It's nice to know you actually do have friends that you can talk to while standing outside the door, despite what some people may believe. There was a quiz today on the five different naming systems for various compounds. I'll be lucky if I got higher than a 30.

Choir was fun today. Now that the school district realizes we are not just an organization that sits in a circle every day to sing Kumbaya, we no longer have to perform in the shoddy Klein High auditorium, but get to sing in the Centrum, which is a church just down the road. Such better acoustics and everything. Today we had the privilege of driving out there for a sound test. It was really nice to get out of the school for awhile, and I ended up riding with Julia and some guy named Adam, which was much better than being forced to sit in a car with Palisin, or Alex Pankonien. Julia is cool. She's all Japanese, and stuff, and she's got a VW Bug. It's really pretty difficult to be cooler than that.

Hey, I sit next to Claire Dunnagan in geometry now. That makes two; no, three classes I actually talk in! I'm overjoyed.

My prediction was correct, for once. A good day. Goodnight. Goodnight to my unseen audience in the world - you live in Austrailia for all I know. Or do I really have an audience? Am I sitting here, typing away at my little coffee-stained keyboard, with the Dr.Pepper cans piling up at my desk, virtually talking to myself? Dumping my thoughts into a jar, an archive of my mind to return to and reflect on? Relieving a long day's stress and insecurity? Writing? Composing? Sketching? Thinking? Discussing theology, philosophy, the meaning of life, education, irony, satire, love, justice, happiness, perhaps within the confines, or privacy and infinite paradoxial complexion of my own mind. Occasionally I mesmerize myself with my writing, attempting to create a masterpiece, then other times, I relieve my anger or teenage angst as one might say. The mood and purpose, not the talent, skill, experience, nor even vocabulary defines the writer. I am not a poet, nor a composer, not even a mere writer. I prefer to think of myself as a young thinker.

7:30 on a Sunday night. Is there really anything more depressing than that? I can only think of two things; no, I can't. Not right now. It's the last of my weekend, and I really don't want to think that much.

I've been playing EverQuest for the last 5 hours or so. Make that 2 hours; I actually got out today and tried to ride my bike on the old route I used before I started having this breathing problem. I think I almost killed myself from the stress of trying to catch my breath, so I suppose I really just need to stop until I get over this. Although, I really can't stand not being able to get out of my house when I feel like it. I could go for a walk or something, but I prefer the speed of a decent pace on my bike.

I think I'll write about how ecstaticly good my day will be tomorrow when I get home. Only because there's no rehearsal tomorrow, but still, maybe something else good will happen. Who knows?

By the way, check this out. My blog is so much cooler.

Well, I am returned from the Mormon LAN party. Always kinda fun, as long as you can suffer all the little kids running around, and the diet coke. Right now, I'm talking to this kickass guy on EQ about every anime I've ever seen, it seems he's always one step ahead of me. It's so very nice to actually find someone that shares a few interests every once in awhile.

Yesterday at the homecoming game wasn't that bad. We sang, and I left, simple as that. Palisin was being a retard as usual, and bugging this girl Julia. So very, very stupid. I have nothing more to say, other than the fact that he should not live to see old age.

I estimate homecoming is ending around now. I'm sure it was loads of fun. Yeah. At least now, with this LAN party, I'll have an excuse as to why I didn't go.

What a nice, easy Friday. Since that stupid homecoming pep rally was today, every class was a bit shorter, and some friends and I just walked around the school while we waited for the buses. I've still got to go sing at the game with the choir, which I can't stand. At least I can leave when we're done.

This damnable tetanus vaccination I had to get is actually a good bit painful. My shoulder's a little stiff, and hurts to move. Oh well. No pain, no gain, right? Or, no pain, no protection from potentially deadly neurotoxic bacterial infections? Something like that.

Today was allright, though I was really waiting for choir rehearsal to be over. I hate forgetting to bring my music. Looking over someone's shoulder and singing at the same time always makes the other person kinda nervous. Chemistry was a nice break from the routine of English, programming and electronics, though it's actually beginning to become very difficult. I guess I'll get used to it; I suppose I've been in easy regulars classes too long. As long as I'm still challenged enough, and that I don't get a sense of superiority to everyone else, I think I'll be okay. Wait, I do have a sense of superiority. Rightfully so, in electronics at least! Well, you've got to aim high.

Hear about that sniper that's causing mass hysteria and murdering several people? Now here's the kind of crime intelligent people commit. If you're pissed, you do not break the law by strapping a bomb to yourself and running into a boy scout meeting. Isn't that a bit lame? A .223 caliber rifle and a nice spot to sit and aim is the way to kill people, if you ask me. He hasn't even been caught yet! I think that if people like me were criminals, government officials would be wearing armored suits. Planning, efficiency, and secrecy is the way to screw people over, illegally or not.

Ugh. I've got to sing the national anthem at the game tomorrow with the choir. I am the antichrist of school spirit.

Ah, Wednesday. I think we actually did some work in electronics and programming today, but I don't quite remember. It's all really a blur. English was also exceptionally boring today, as we just read a book and took notes on it. Although, you've got to admit; how interesting can a class that teaches a language you've spoken for 13 years be?

Chemistry wasn't too bad, we had this test over electron configuration diagrams, which I actually think I failed. I'll live. Me, Halley and some other people are going to the Renaissance Festival sometime this month or the next, which should be fun, things like that always are. I'd wear my katana, but it's not exactly European. Besides that, a sword and khakis? I don't think so.

The hatred swells up inside me every time that greasy-haired, arrogant idiot sits next to me in choir. Did I mention that? I now sit between the sopranos, and Palisin. I can't fucking stand it. He's all like, hey John, what's up, havin a great day? I know I am! Man, that geometry test was hard. I mean, when we had to draw the square thing that had all those sides? Jesus. I soooo failed.

I'd be all like, STFU.

But, I think I'd break a level of trust between the directors and I. I suppose I can stand it, eventually he ought to be moved towards the rest of the lesser basses, but the aura of stupidity that borders my shoulder is very, very hard to ignore.

Whoa. What the fuck. I can't believe it's already Tuesday. Well, it's allright. I did make level 55 in EQ; what a sheer life's accomplishment. I wonder, is this ever going to benefit me in ten years? I think so!

No LAN party, fortunately enough. I would've much rather sat around the house like I did. I had mindless frog killing to do, and I was just tired. Then again, I'm tired today too, but what difference does it really make when you get home?

Today's going to be a great day. I can tell. Spectacular even. I'll come home and collapse from the massive amount of happiness overcoming me. You just wait.

By the way, don't ever gamble in EverQuest. I lost my god damned horse.

It is Friday.

What sheer bliss! I'm home from region rehearsal, and it's a three-day weekend. Saturday, I'm going to that play. Sunday, I plan on sitting on my ass while playing EverQuest. Monday, I'm going to another Mormon LAN party! Hurrah! Just as long as they don't try to 'bring me closer to Christ', it'll be pretty fun. Plus, my computer works perfectly now. Fucking clockwork.

Have a nice weekend. Because I'm going to.

It's Thursday!

I hate Thursday.

But, today was ok!
Because you see, today wasn't that bad, because it was a completely normal day. Normal amount of work in every class, normal amount of homework, normal people, normal everything. Thursdays are just freaking normal.

In fact, so very normal, that there's almost nothing to talk about. Save the fact that tomorrow's Friday, which I am overjoyed about, and the region music is still so very impossible. Oh, and Halley can't go with me and Rob to see the play on Saturday. Oh well. Tomorrow's Friday!

Oh, how much nicer Tuesday is than Monday. How much nicer indeed.

In electronics today, we continued to watch Apollo 13, but hell, I don't really mind, even when we do work, it's generally pretty easy. If I do anything to change the curriculum in there at all, I'm going to make a lot of enemies real fast anyway, so I've given up.

Programming... Once again we did these retarded exercises from the Visual Basic book, which took me 15 minutes, allowing me to ever-so-gracefully tell stupid people how to set the tabindex property of a form. Not too bad, I prefer telling retards how retarded they are rather than listen to their incompetence for an hour.

Then I get to English, and of course, with my luck, we're meeting in the auditorium. Thought it was going to be some stupid counsellor assembly, but it was actually the drama department's play preview. This year it's A Midsummer Night's Dream, and a great performance of it at that. Was also fricking hilarious. Put me in such a great mood; I think I actually smiled.

Chemistry was a nice class today as well. Me, Rob and Halley are going to see the play on Saturday, probably with a few other people, which ought to be fun. I can't imagine what it will feel like to be out of my house on a Saturday. Pretty crazy.

Choir was nice and uplifting as well, we sang the spiritual song, and, although I'm not a spiritual person, singing it always puts me in a good mood. There's so much energy in the rhythm, and the way the phrases build up to the end. A big fuck you to all who believe students sit in a circle and sing Kumbaya in choral organizations. I live for two things: singing and technology.

Meh, geometry sucked as usual, but it was ok, because it was also easy. As usual. Hah.

RAR.