Career Day

Seniors became a rare species today.

Lesson learned : Internships early in college is good.

Itchy Ear

I’ve got an itchy ear. I think it may be due to an ear infection, but I have no clue. For me, as long as I can scratch it with a q-tip from time to time, I’m good. I’ve also noticed my ears tend to get itchy whenever I’m bored. I wonder why. Maybe it’s because I’m bored, so I spend more time noticing small twitches and itches in my body to try and find something to distract myself from whatever boring thing I’m doing at the time. Oh well.

Tomorrow is “Come to school and listen to other people’s parents talk about their job” day. Which means I have no classes. No use trying to do my homework now, since it’s not going to be due until Thursday. Plus I get out at noon tomorrow, so I’ll have an extra three or so hours to finish up today’s homework. Hm… on second thought, I think I will do my homework today. I’ll have much more free time to waste tomorrow if I don’t have to spend it on today’s homework. That sounds like a good idea. Most other people will probably put off today’s until tomorrow. I want to as well, but it’s better for me tomorrow if I do it today. So I will. After this post.

My friends are divided about the whole ditching thing tomorrow. It somehow sickens me a bit to hear my friends so nonchalantly throw about the phrase, “Oh, I’ll be ’sick’ tomorrow.” and not feel anything from it besides joy. For goodness sakes, parents are taking time to come and talk to us about their jobs, possibly ones we’ll have for a while in the future. Of course, everyone is going to go off and ditch tomorrow and do “fun stuff”. No doubt being happy in their small rebellion against school and not attending it on a weekday.

Honestly. It’s a shorter day, from 08:00 to 12:00, with no classes and there are kids who want to ditch, just because they feel like listening to adults talk about their jobs is not important enough. Why bother coming to school every other day of the year then, if you have to come from 07:00 to 2:30, go to five/six classes and receive homework? Man, what a messed up place high school is.

A friend of mine said that he didn’t value my opinions of others. Well, I guess that’s all good since it is my opinion and I’m not forcing it upon him. Odd fellow.

I want sleep. No more for today.

Unofficial Senior Ditch Day

Is supposedly on Wednesday.

I’m not sure when there ever was an “Official Senior Ditch Day” but since this is my first time being a senior, I’ll just take it that I’m not experienced enough with it. Since there’s an unofficial one, I’ll be waiting until the Official Senior Ditch Day to decide whether or not I’ll ditch.

The unofficial one is on Wednesday for the sole purpose of it being Career Day. I don’t really understand the point of ditching, though. Could someone explain it to me? To have fun? Well, I have fun hanging with my friends at school. What would I do once I ditch? I’d probably go around looking for this “fun stuff” everyone keeps talking about. I’m so uncool. Then again, a few of my friends were talking about going downtown to visit a museum. Yes, let’s ditch school to go visit a museum. Sound fantastic. As if we don’t get drowned to death by our social studies and histories teachers enough in a one hour class at school, let’s go downtown to a museum for eight.

Thinking about it, I don’t really have much homework. I’ve always thought it took forever to finish my homework, then I realized it was partly because I was playing games and goofing off at the same time. Only partly. But if I look at my homework carefully, I’m practically free. Work on a few math problems (three a day), take some pictures, read a few pages from a book and I’m practically done. The rest of my friends of course, don’t do any of this and go straight to the games and fun. Maybe it’s because we have so little homework that most seniors feel like slacking off and not doing it. It’s all our teachers’ faults. To support our argument, we’re young and naive. We get to be like that.

Ah, ignorance is bliss. Until it slaps you across the face and delivers great justice to your ‘nads at 03:34am.

You know how people say that society is sexist against women? While I agree with that to an extent, I also believe that it is also sexist against men as well. How many men do you see in a swimming suit? What about all those male models who dream of becoming a swim suit model, but get turned down for a hot woman instead? All those crushed hopes and dreams, just because of the person’s gender. Excuse me a minute, I need some time to collect myself.

And dresses. Girls can wear ‘em and look damn cute. Girls can wear skirts too and look fine. Girls can also wear pants and look pretty damn hot. Girls can even wear shorts and look awesome. Not guys. We’re limited to pants and shorts. Unless you go to Scotland and wear kilts. But who are you kidding? Those aren’t real skirts. We demand the right to look hot and sexy in skirts and dresses! Who’s with me?
I have a pineapple hanging from my light bulb on a pole. It also smiles. Somehow this greatly disturbs me.

Quote of the day: “My boobs and underwear match!”

Background Music

Life needs some background music. Without music, everything sounds dull. Actually, it just becomes noise. How nice would it be to know that your classroom has appropriate background music? Let’s petition life for some music!

Cos^2(x) says

Where’s my Sin^2(x)?

04 x 02 = 08!

There’s a girl at my school who doesn’t want people to know she exists. Which is a shame since she’s pretty cute. Being invisible isn’t all that great. Sure people leave you alone and few bother you, but it gets tiring after a while. A by a while I mean about a year. I know this for a fact, since I’ve been invisible for roughly 6 years now. Only recently have I tried to become visible to others around me. It’s not working too well though. I don’t know why anyone would want to be invisible. If you cry for help, how can people help someone they can’t see?

Don’t fool around with Hydrochloric Acid and mix it around with Sodium Sulfate. Not only does it smell horrible but it also burns the insides of your nose and mouth. And everyone around you as well.

I’ve been very sleepy these past few days. I like sleeping. Do you? Everyone who loves sleep raise their hands. Those of you who didn’t are probably sleeping right now. Sleep is good. It’s relaxing. Very. I want to sleep some more, but unfortunately, I’ve got things to do called homework. And a lot of it. Which doesn’t really help with my desire to sleep. I work on homework and go to sleep late. Wake up later, go to school, where I can’t concentrate due to lack of sleep, come home, spend more time trying to remember what went on at school, work on homework and go to sleep later than the day before. It’s an annoying cycle. I can sometimes break that cycle, but it involves me skipping the homework bit of it. Which isn’t that great since I’ll have twice as much the next day. Darn.

Tomorrow is Thursday. Which means I have a club meeting at lunch. I like my club, but sometimes, I just want to eat lunch and fool around with my friends. Speaking to your club makes you feel like a teacher. No one listens to you. You just stand there in the front of the classroom and talk away about future this,  plans that, activities whatnot and everyone just kinda gazes in your general direction. All you can do is hope they remember. If not, you send out emails and hope they read them. If worst comes to worst, you go to your teacher, pat them on the shoulder, look them in the eye and tell him or her that you understand how they feel.

I have to stop slouching. People keep commenting about it. I guess it’s because they’re worried that I might develop some back problems later in life. But later in life, the most I’ll be doing is sitting in my cubicle, typing away at business reports and Excel documents for ten-twelve hours a day for maybe $60,000 a month. Which doesn’t sound all that bad right now, but it’ll be killer for my weight. Hm. Maybe I can invent a workout machine for business people. Lose weight while sitting in your cubicle. That’d be odd, but then again, this is a consumer society. And in a consumer society, someone somewhere is deciding how soft toilet paper should feel on your butt. Or so my friend says…

Now, for the quote of the day: “At least I have better boobs than you!”

April Fools!

No, not really.

There haven’t been any good pranks at all today. I’m slightly disappointed.

Some problem came up with the garden today. The school district people want us to take down the fence that we built around it. It cost around $600 for all the materials and stuff, but they’re going to tear it down. All in the basis of “it’s not safe enough.” Instead, in it’s place, they will erect a 6 foot metal chain link fence. And guess what, it’s free of charge for us! Great, so what about the $600 that’s still invested in our white picket fence? Well, you see, that’ll have to just go away. Stupid adults.

Little dogs are cute. Little dogs that bark and try to attack you, aren’t. There are two such dogs in my court. My house is in between the two houses that have those two said dogs. Today, only one of them tried to attack me, the other stayed indoors and barked its head off. Keyword, “tried.” I’m really struggling against the urge to just lunge out and kick the dog. But since both households have two little girls, I can’t do that to their little dog. So I just throw things at it and scare it away. Annoying pooches.

College love is spreading around my high school. Seniors everywhere are chit-chatting about the college they got and the ones that got away. Some people are nice about it and don’t brag. Others are having fun rubbing it into other people’s faces that they’ve gotten accepted to every college they applied to. Jerks. It’s saddening to receive rejection letters, but see someone brag about getting into that school just really pisses you off. Unless of course, you honestly don’t give a care. Just a few more weeks.

Speaking of that, we have less than 50 days until school is out, less than 30 days until AP tests and a little more than 20 days until the new officers take over my club. It’s been a good four years with my environmental club. Ever since that one day during freshman year when I wanted to make a generic tree hugger club called “the Green Earth Organization,” and was shot down and forced to join the flower power club EPACT, I thought we’d get nowhere. Now that I’m the president of the club, with some awesome officers, we’ve done tons of things. Starting a recycling program at Leland and maintaining it for 2 straight years. Constructing a garden for the AP Environmental Science class. Visiting parks and trails to help clean up the trash. Man, I can’t believe we did so much. I’m really going to miss the club once I graduate. Of course, that doesn’t mean I won’t be visiting every now and then. Maybe I’ll start something like that at my college too. Maybe.

My friends are all slacking off. Their excuse is that they are second semester seniors and don’t have much homework to do. I, myself, am also a second semester senior. But I do have much homework to do. They must be doing something else. Maybe there’s a cheat code I have to enter that’ll give me less homework. Where to enter it?

War makes me cry. I don’t like crying. Especially at school. But seriously. I cry when I watch war movies. I have this odd tendency to get too much into a movie and somehow I can understand how much pain a parent feels when their son dies. Don’t know why. Now we’re going to read “The Things They Carried” and watch clips of Vietnam War movies. Joy. Not sure if books about war will make me cry, but I haven’t read it yet. I’m a big kid now.

Now for the quote of the day: “Welcome to the real world.”

Last Day of March

Today is the last day of March. Spring break just ended too and it’s the first day back to school. It’s also Monday, which is a bad way to end the month of March. Isn’t it? Well I think so.

Tomorrow is April Fool’s Day. I don’t really know why it’s a “fool’s day,” but I guess I’ll go look it up on Wikipedia later.

Facebook is creepy. It doesn’t look it at first since everyone is having fun with it. But if you step back and think about it a bit, the idea of notifying everyone about every little thing you do is kinda creepy. Like being a stalker, only not voluntarily. Do I really need to know that a friend posted “fap fap fap” on another friend’s wall? Would I like to know what they were talking about? Probably not, but Facebook lets you know anyway. Another annoying thing about Facebook is the applications. There is just darn way too many applications out there. And half of them require you to invite your friends to make ‘em work, which just leads to spam.

Facebook, the stalker’s dream book.

My family and I recently painted our back deck. It was supposed to be a mahogany like red colour. But my parents went to Home Depot to find the paint and failed miserably. Now our back deck looks like the Home Depot orange. It’s pretty bright too. My dad said it’d get darker later once the paint dried up. That was yesterday, now it looks even brighter with the sun beating down on it. At least everyone will know where we got our paint from.

My friends love my camera. No, not really. They love the sound my camera makes when it takes a picture. It’s a DSLR (Canon 400D) and it makes that click-y camera noise that point and shoot cameras try to imitate but fail pathetically at. So every now and then, my friends would get a hold of it and go nuts. I personally love the sound too. And to be honest, I go nuts sometimes too.

There are two girls at my school. Well, not the whole school, but there are two girls who usually float around in my head when I think of school. Actually three, but one of them is a complete ditz so she doesn’t really count. (If you’re reading this, you probably didn’t get it, sorry none-the-less.) I talk to one of the pretty frequently and the other one probably doesn’t know I exist. Maybe she does. Nah, I doubt it. I read a note she put up on Facebook once. I totally did not have any intention of doing so, but Facebook just kinda shoves it there whenever I log in. In her note she talks badly of herself. How she doesn’t fit society’s view of beautiful. Well, she certainly fits mine.

Joey and I are nerds. Joey is a math nerd and I’m an environmental science nerd. So, as nerds we fantasize about life with a girlfriend. Now, to get a girlfriend, we, as nerds, must resort to nerdy pickup lines. Here is one of my own.

“Hey baby, how’s about you and I percolate through the zone of aeration, lie on the bedrock and saturate?”

It’s almost as painful as:

“Hey baby, I wish you was sine squared and I were cosine squared so you and I together would be 1.”

Ouch.

Now, for the quote of the day:

“In Soviet Russia, the fuck up shuts you!”

What to do?

What should you do..

when the person you think is the most amazing person on Earth,

doesn’t think that way about themselves?

Hello world!

Hello world, how’s it going y’all?

I’m about ready to go nuts if somethin’ fun doesn’t happen soon. X(