Friday, April 30, 2004
10:28 p.m.

Ryan is a fountain of wisdom ^_^

B--la! says:
if you shot a gun straight up in the air
B--la! says:
would the bullet eventually fall back to the ground?
Cross L†d. { you are what you love -- not what loves you } says:
yep
B--la! says:
really?
Cross L†d. { you are what you love -- not what loves you } says:
and would it still be lethal? yes
Cross L†d. { you are what you love -- not what loves you } says:
i saw it on c.s.i!
B--la! says:
:O
B--la! says:
REALLY?!@
Cross L†d. { you are what you love -- not what loves you } says:
this dude...he was like shooting a gun in his garden and then the neighbour yelled at him and he shot his gun in the air by like...accident i guess
Cross L†d. { you are what you love -- not what loves you } says:
and it was like at a huge arc
Cross L†d. { you are what you love -- not what loves you } says:
but when it came down
Cross L†d. { you are what you love -- not what loves you } says:
it hit this lady in the chest
Cross L†d. { you are what you love -- not what loves you } says:
and she died
B--la! says:
:o
Cross L†d. { you are what you love -- not what loves you } says:
SHE DIED DAMMIT!
Cross L†d. { you are what you love -- not what loves you } says:
so yea..if ever a gun went off in the air
Cross L†d. { you are what you love -- not what loves you } says:
i'd run like hell
Cross L†d. { you are what you love -- not what loves you } says:
DUCK AND COVER
B--la! says:
lol
B--la! says:
mmkay
B--la! says:
^_^
Cross L†d. { you are what you love -- not what loves you } says:
lol yep

Sunday, April 25, 2004
08:39 p.m.

MOE! I waa' oo! *wipes nose messily on sleeve*

Yes. Third entry today. Just a few random things.

I found this today while doing art. My art's not finished :(

On Thursday (or Wednesday?) I asked Ben if I could draw a heart on his forehead with my pink marker. We settled on a flaming ace of spades, which didn't turn out too bad, considering I can't draw fire that well, and it's hard to draw on someone's forehead without laughing and shaking the marker.

Yesterday we almost ran over a squirrel. I think my mom was more scared than the squirrel was.

Playing soccer with Kelvin and Derek is frustrating. The whole time, they weren't really clear on where, exactly, their goal posts were. And apparently time-outs for shoe tying are not allowed. And shots that go a metre above their goal don't count, but shots that go a metre above our goal do. If they weren't so small and frail looking, I'd kick them in the face, maybe. Kelvin could probably kick my ass, though.

Also, I'm afraid I'm going to fail the AP calculus exam. Because we're behind. But not just that. It's like.. *gesticulates and mumbles incoherently* and I'm stupid.

Uh... and... I love Steve. Yeah. That's about all I have to say.

Sunday, April 25, 2004
07:55 p.m.

This update is in loving memory of my dear friend KT, who passed away some time in the future. *mourns solemnly*

On Friday our art class went to the AGO. We drove through Chinatown on the way there, and as I saw that Vietnamese restaurant I went to during March Break. I started having this overpowering desire for those insanely delicious beef satay noodles, and I decided that I had to have them for lunch. And so I did. I had to eat a bit faster than usual though, since we only had 45 minutes for lunch. Thus, in the morning, I walked over there with Maria to see if I could pre-order or suchwhat. And I could. And so I did. I've just noticed. It's a Vietnamese restaurant, yet the people there were Cantonese. Or at least, they spoke Cantonese to me. I'm kind of proud of myself, since I usually can't keep a conversation going in Cantonese. But I managed to order and tell them what time I'd be back and everything. I had them fooled into thinking that I spoke good Cantonese! It was like I was really Chinese! Maria went to use their washroom, and I sat at a table to wait for her. And then my cover was blown; the nice old man offered me a paper to read while I waited, and I told him that I can't read Chinese. He laughed at me and called me a fake chink :( He was just joking, though, I'm pretty sure.

After my super-awesome-crazy-great lunch, I strolled slowly back to the AGO, with about fifteen minutes to spare before we were supposed to meet back and take the buses back to school. I sat on some stone planter things with trees in them and started eating my pear. A few planters down, two late-middle-aged men were sitting and yelling things at people. Like... "Hi, how's it going?" and "Nice hat! Don't you think that's a nice hat? I think it's a nice hat." and "I LOVE your sunglasses!" I thought they might be interesting, so I started walking over to them, and the one in the toque said, "FOX! Twelve o'clock! Or.. is it nine o'clock?" which made me giggle, because I don't think I've ever heard anyone call anyone else a fox, least of all me. And so ensued a long, somewhat strange, looping conversation. During which:

- I was warned not to get into debt trying to get into university. The toque guy kept on saying that I should ask my parents for a loan, and me and the non-toque guy discussed which subjects would be best for me to take.
- I learned their names were David (toque) and Andrew (no toque).
- Andrew disclosed that some man had offered him a cigarette, but he didn't smoke and he didn't have a lighter.
- David kept on drinking stuff from a little green flask in his bag. Before he took it out, he'd always look around and say something like, "Where are the cops? Are the cops around?"
- I learned that Andrew's birthday is one day before mine.
- I was told that I was a beautiful person, one in 100 billion. When I pointed out that there were only about 6 billion people in the world, David said that I'd forgotten to count all the dead people, too. And I said oh.
- I taught Andrew, at his request, how to say, "It's a beautiful day today" in Cantonese. He was pretty good up until the last few syllables, which he jumbled together.

I can't remember anything else. Anyway, after a while, I noticed the buses were here and some people from BA were standing there on the other side of the street, so I said bye and left. In conclusion, talking to strangers is fun, if a bit confusing sometimes. The end.

Sunday, April 25, 2004
06:10 p.m.

Today, I woke up to a nasty, rainy, dark day. Then I started doing my AP calculus in the dining room. And as the usual horrible Sunday lethargy settled down on me, I had company. My dad joined me and started reading these papers he had, with tiny text on them. My sister and my mom were on the couch, drawing and reading, respectively. We were all really slow and tired and.. other synonyms for slow and tired. At some point, it became quiet for an extended period of time, with only the sounds of shuffling papers and scratching pencils floating around the room.

And then I thought, "This would be the perfect time for something to attack us and kill us all. OR! What if one of US turned crazy and started hacking everyone else to bits?"

So I turned to my dad and I says to him (a bit incoherently), I says, "Hey, wouldn't it be scary if one of us turned into a robot right now?"

"Eh?" he said, not looking up from his papers.

So I reiterated, "If one of us turned out to be a killer robot. And burst out of our skin suit right now. Don't you think that'd be scary?"

"No, not really," he replied.He went back to the important task of reading and being silent.

My paranoia was at its peak by this point, and at that moment I fully expected my dad to burst out of his skin suit, mandibles clicking. And yes, robots in my head are usually slightly reminiscent of bugs. After a minute or two, I realized that it wasn't going to happen. And upon further reflection, I concluded that my dad was either: a) fearless, b) pretending to be fearless, or c) not listening to what I'd said. Anyway, Sundays make my brain feel like it's submerged in a large pot of cold, unsweetened oatmeal.

Thursday, April 15, 2004
11:21 p.m.

Lalalala! Mmhmm, the FLCL soundtrack makes everything better. My ankles are taking turns at hurting me, but hey, at least they're taking turns. Taking turns is a nice thing to do. I also strained some tendon in my right leg doing stuff earlier today. Neh, I'm falling apart ^_^

Saturday, April 10, 2004
03:41 p.m.

My mommy likes to go into a cleaning thing whenever people are coming over. Even if it's just Kyle and Tiffany and them, which is today's case. Then she gets all yelling and stuff and makes us run around and put our jackets and books back in our rooms or whatever. I don't understand. We've known the Kyles and the Tiffanys for years and years and years now (probably more than a decade now, I'd guess), and yet... well, I guess it's the whole saving face thing, maybe... but seriously, are they really going to start thinking less of us today if our jackets are strewn carelessly on the couches? When I grow up, I'm never cleaning my house just because friends are coming over, unless it gets really bad (i.e. unfinished pizza on the couch, underwear on the kitchen counter, etc.); since they're my friends, they'll understand if I'm a slob.

Tuesday, March 30, 2004
10:36 p.m.

My hate for physics grows with each day. Every time I step into that class, I'm overcome by either feelings of helplessness or frustration or BOTH. I've said it before, but yeah, I like playing with numbers, but I don't think I'm into the whole practical application thing too much. And his teaching, oi. "Teaching". Whatever, if I bitch about that, it'll take all night. We got our course confirmation things today. I've got everything I chose, and my alternate's some social science course I'd put in at random. I don't remember choosing it, and I can't really tell what it is from its name. Also, I think I made a mistake with choosing AP physics. However, I'd need a parent signature to change my courses on that form, and I really don't feel like telling my dad that I don't give a flying fuck about it, and want to cut my almost-certain future loss by dropping physics. AP physics, no less. Oh well, I can always drop it next year or something. Or go through with it anyway. My Spanish mark'll probably balance it out. Assuming Spanish doesn't get mind-crushingly hard next year, which I hope it won't/doubt it will.

Despite school shit dragging me down, I'm actually somewhat relatively content with my life right now. Sure, it's not really going anywhere, but it could be worse. Awesome things happen to me once in a while, like having curly fries for a snack after school. And things'll get better by May, I know it. 'Cause in May, that's when it's my bday, and Van Helsing, and the Animé North. I also rediscovered that Prozzak CD KT burnt for me waaaay back when. And by waaaay back when, I mean two years ago. Yep. That's what's getting me through my day these days. That, and Steve. He's so awesome like you wouldn't believe. I love him so much.

In other news, I've semi-gone on a borrowing spree again. I borrowed Johnson's band's CD from Jessica. I never see/talk to him anymore, and I guess I just wanted to know what he was up to. I'm not going to comment on that CD because everything I say will be mean, and I've still got a bit of bus-kinship in me (though neither of us go on that bus anymore). Aky has bestowed upon me a Nightwish CD, so that I may develop an enveloping passion for it, in time to go see the show near her birthday with her. I like it so far. I also didn't realize the girl on the cover was supposed to be dead. She doesn't look THAT dead to me. And lastly in this category, Mark has decided to culture me up, and lend me a bunch of Van Halen CDs (not all at once). Today I've got 1984 with me, because I already know and love Jump. Though I still like Jump the best, I also like House of Pain and I'll Wait a lot a lot. As well, I owe Nick a dollar and Aky a dollar. Because I cannot control my hunger. :(

Today, we got back our matchmaker results. In a shocking turn of events, my best choice is apparently JonA. Only at 87%, though, whatever the hell that means. There was also a "Best Friend Matches" box. In which MOE, Joan, and KT dominated, I might add. But I already knew that. MOE's my bosom buddy *nods* :D

Monday, March 29, 2004
02:45 a.m.

B--not me. says:
are they even better than..
B--not me. says:
cookies?
Voidhanger - Summon the End of Time says:
YES
B--not me. says:
NO WAY
Voidhanger - Summon the End of Time says:
TOTALLY WAY
B--not me. says:
TOTALLY NO WAY
Voidhanger - Summon the End of Time says:
TOTALLY YES WAY
B--not me. says:
TOTALLY NO WAY EVER
Voidhanger - Summon the End of Time says:
TOTALLY YES WAY EVER... DUDE!
B--not me. says:
well i guess you win :(
Voidhanger - Summon the End of Time says:
lol

Friday, March 19, 2004
11:13 p.m.

As I was saying to Matt earlier, it feels like I've entirely wasted my March Break. I still have a ton of school shat to do, and it feels like I've hardly done anything that I actually wanted to do. I can think of maybe one day that was spent the way I wanted to, and that was Wednesday. Parts of other days weren't that bad, but I didn't go to bed with that feeling. The "Ah, today was a day well-spent" feeling, which is increasingly hard to capture these days. I feel... neh. Do you ever feel really really.. bland? Like... like you're going nowhere, and there's nothing you can do to make it change? Ever stop in the middle of doing something, and thinking, "What the hell am I doing this for? Does this shit even matter?" but then finishing it anyway. Because you have nothing better to do, but when you think about it, there are a million things you have that are better to do, but you're just not allowed to go do what you'd rather be doing. Or because it's for marks, and you have to be a good student and not let them slip farther than they already have, or else you'll never get into university and end up some sort of failure, even though really you wouldn't mind doing menial jobs since they're honest livings anyway and you don't really care, but everyone'd be very disappointed in you because you've wasted all of your frotting so-called potential. March Break is supposed to be about sleeping in every day, sitting on the floor in the sun for long periods of time, staring blankly into space, watching TV, and doing all those other things that make me happy. But no. Crapdamnit, I don't even know what I'm trying to say anymore. There's just this big vast horrible sinkhole of disappointment in my brain right now, sitting on top of the stupid pile of discontent that's been growing ever since the start of this semester. I hate it, and I hate me. What the hell is wrong with me?

Thursday, March 18, 2004
08:46 p.m.

Did something I didn't really want to do early this morning. Practically every feeling in my gut screamed no at me, but I did it anyway, quickly before I could change my mind. Then, of course, I could tell myself, "What's done is done, B. Hope he's happy, anyway." And I did. But my gut protested very violently for most of the rest of the day. Which, by the way, was full of the ROM.

Woke up again at eight-ish, and took the bus and the subway downtown to the ROM, with my mommy and my sister. Apparently today was their 90th anniversary. There were balloons, and a big long lineup to get in. To see the new on-loan-from-London Egypt exhibit, mostly, I think. And the 90 years thing.

Even though a lot of stuff was closed off, there was still a whole bunch of new stuff that we saw. Like, in the big place with armor and guns and stuff, there were these people with swords. And we talked to this guy with a bow and arrows. And he showed us a horse-killing arrow, and I was all whoa and stuff. Bows in England at the time (I'm not sure what time he was talking about... but he had chain mail on, so it was probably during the time when people wore.. chain mail..) were primarily made of yew from Spain, and strung with hemp strings. Yeah, there's been a whole bunch of changes since I've last been to the ROM (two years ago). It's in the middle of being renovated and crap, too, eh? Yeah.

The Egypt thing was okee. I liked this medium-sized statue of some guy sitting. It was made of some nice shiny black stuff, and was very smooth, and he had all his facial features still attached, which I think is pretty amazing, since it's so old. There were like a hundred people crammed into that exhibit, the air was so freaking stuffy and hot, and my gut was pounding away at itself happily, so I kind of felt like throwing up. But then we went outside the museum, and it was better.

While we were on the way to Chinatown, we saw a little protest thingy in front of some building. It was one of the first nations, I think, 'cause of the drums they were playing. And this guy gave me a sheet of paper with what they were protesting on it. Clear-cutting near reserves is bad, it said, and I completely agree with them, but they didn't really give me any way to help support their cause, like.. a petition or something, I dunno.

We met up with my daddy, and went to that Vietnamese restaurant for dinner. It was yummy, and stopped my gut from churning. And I ordered this drink with coconut milk and red beans and some pink jelly stuff, which was also nice.

While we were riding the subway home, I saw this guy reading a D&D book, the same D&D book Chow has, and I wanted to go talk to him, but my sister wouldn't let me, since I guess she firmly believes in the no talking to strangers thing. But come on, anyone who's looking at a book that pretty can't really be evil. Anyway, we took a Go bus the rest of the way home. My first time on a Go bus. It was nice, but very sleep-inducing. And some girl behind me was yelling at her boyfriend on her cell phone.

My gut still hates me, but I'm sure it'll stop by tomorrow morning. The end.

Wednesday, March 17, 2004
09:50 p.m.

Today, I saw some cosmetic crap thing that said, "Wrinkle Perfect Eye Zone" on the packaging. I thought, "Does that mean it'll chisel the wrinkles around your eyes to perfection?"

Also, I just deleted some chain email thing. Apparently in doing so, I've revealed my "lowdown, cold-hearted heart."

Also, I had more to say, but I forget now.

Wednesday, March 10, 2004
06:36 p.m.

There's nothing like a school trip to Medieval Times to show me just how excitable/easily amused I am. While I'm screaming and cheering and gasping and going, "NO! WATCH OUT BEHIND YOU, EDUARDO!", the person sitting beside me is completely calm and collected. By the way, Eduardo was my name for the yellow knight. Because he looked like an Eduardo. I am such a child. ^_^ Also, the corn on the cob they served us tasted funny.

Thursday, March 4, 2004
11:16 p.m.

Today there was a bomb threat at our school. Yay! That meant no quiz in bio, which I would certainly have failed, because I know nothing about photosystems II and I. Also, during the long long stand outside in the cold, MOE, Joan, Anthony and me were talking about this year's Animé North. Oi, I can't wait ^_^ And we were talking about cosplaying, and all that stuff. I will never cosplay ever in a million years. Ever. Well, unless it's going as something fuzzy and non-skimpy. Anyway, I got home today and THERE IT WAS, the Animé North registration thing! I was all, "YAY!" and stuff. But then I realized, it's $35 to get in, around $120 to buy a complete set of Parasyte, and a probable $30 I'd spend on other stuff. And I owe BATCO Nick $5 still. Thus, I've got to pay off my stupid debt AND raise/save up a bunch of money. Oi. Oh well. It'll all be worth it. In other news, I'm completely screwed for the bio test on Monday and the painting due on Monday. I'm going to have to pick one and stick with it this weekend. I'll probably end up picking art, 'cause I can afford to drop some in bio. If I get crap from physics or English tomorrow, I'm going to scream.

Wednesday, March 3, 2004
10:51 p.m.

HOLY CRAP. That is one weird contest. Very elaborate design, the 2003 winner. *nods*

HOLY CRAP, it IS a freaky fanfic! MOE, I had an actual semi-nightmare from this one...

HOLY CRAP. Sa-sa and Tim. Congrats, I think. It's like having my sister and brother going out or something. Weeeeird. I love you both! ^_^

HOLY CRAP. I'm bored.

Saturday, February 21, 2004
10:45 p.m.

Man, I can feel me sliding into one of those funks again... *shrugs* oh well. In other news, my sister's recieved an offer to buy our turtle. Or, her turtle, technically.

Monday, February 16, 2004
09:53 p.m.

Sweet hellcrap, Bill, why has your fantastic-osity declined so? I remember back in the day, when you were on every Sunday, before Tales from the Cryptkeeper. And now.. now you're stuck on some channel I've never even heard of >.< *mourn* Oh well, at least they've got parts of the theme song on your site. *nods*

Monday, February 16, 2004
09:46 p.m.

Whatever happened to Bill Nye, eh?

Tuesday, January 27, 2004
09:31 p.m.

Done my exams. I'm not trying to say this in a puffed up way, but I'm thinking that I totally smoked all of them. Seriously, I only didn't know what to do for three questions out of all four of my exams, which kind of freaked me out in a "sweet hellcrap, there must be a hidden page of mindfuckingly hard questions somewhere" way. Yep. Smoked 'em. Speaking of smoking... I've decided not to get stoned with Terry-sa. Because that Heavy calls out to me, oh it calls out. And it's snowing. It's snowing a lot. I came home from the exams today and shovelled the driveway. Then I showered and cooked/ate myself some instant noodles. Elapsed time was about one hour, but I looked out the window, and there was a fresh inch and a half of snow on the driveway that needed a shovellin'. Snow's great that way ^_^ , and I'm not being sarcastic. I hate when people complain about how much they hate the cold and snow. I mean, yeah, I complain about it being cold sometimes too, but I never say I hate it, and it's my own damn fault for wearing tshirts/not zipping up my jacket, but shit man. Especially those people who make a big point about being Canadian. Fuckers. If you're so proud of being a Canadian, shouldn't you be able to take the cold and snow? Shouldn't you revel in the cold and snow? Suck it up, wimps.

P.S. Only in Kenya. It's so cute ^_^

Friday, January 23, 2004
07:31 p.m.

Had my first exam today. Religion. Blech. The last question was just pure bullshitting on my part, and I didn't even finish it properly. Took short naps during the exam, left the exam room twenty or so minutes early. Bought some caf cookies, went to Arthur's house for Chem Day.

I think my mind's like a penny. I remember back in elementary or something, they made us do this experiment to see how many drops of water a penny can hold, and the skin of the water keeps it from overflowing the penny. If you move the penny or add too many drops of water, it all spills and such. Yeah, that's like my brain and studying for exams. My method is to read over stuff/cram loosely the day before, and then sleep and forget about it. Actual last-minute cramming and quizzing just makes my brain feel all explode-y. I know everything's in my head somewhere, and if I don't know it by now, it doesn't matter.

Also, happy Chinese New Year! Yep. Uh... yep. Yep.

And in other news, I love Steve. And that's as close as I'll ever get to randomly declaring love in a McDonald's.

Thursday, January 15, 2004
03:05 p.m.

Today, Mr. Canzano gave me a blue pen, which is good, because I needed a blue pen.

Thursday, January 1, 2004
06:27 p.m.

Had my first meal of the year (toaster oven'd quiches, and half a can of vegetable soup) at around three this morning, and went to sleep about three, four hours after that. Woke up at around two this afternoon, and my back was all twisted up and messed. Thus began 2004. In retrospect, 2003 went by sort of quick. So much stuff's happened, it's all like... dwah! Yar. All in all, it wasn't too crappy a year. Yaaaaaay!

Friday, December 26, 2003
04:25 p.m.

What I learned spending Christmas at Niagara Falls:

1) there are waaaaaaaay less people there during Christmas.

2) there are lots of Christmas lights everywhere, and it is pretty. Pretty beyond belief.

3) lots of places are closed, but not the places that matter most.

4) little kids are annoying; never have them.

5) fuck going there with another family. Also, walkie-talkies are stupid. Especially when in combination with little kids. Sweet Jesus, I can't count how many times I wanted to rip someone's throat out.

6) Smashmouth AND David Usher are going to be at the falls for the New Year's Eve thingy.

7) my apetite's been seriously decreasing the past year. A Denny's Sampler? Last year, no problem. This year, I couldn't finish the onion rings. I had to get my sister and dad to eat the last two for me, and I am currently occupying the deepest pit of shame evAR.

8) the best response to an unwanted question is a long, silent stare.

9) Chinese buffets suck ass. And yet we always go to at least one Chinese buffet whenever we go on a trip! What the hell?

10) I will go back when I'm older, and do every single cheesy tourist haunted house thing on that street. That's right, every single one.

11) if vikings had survived into the industrial age, their halls would've looked like the Niagara power-generating-big-windows-and-turbines building.

Friday, December 19, 2003
01:19 a.m.

Tons of crazy crap happened this week! I found out that I'm the only person (besides BATCO Nick) who opens Christmas presents on Boxing Day! And... I gots a bunch of presents that are sitting happily under the Christmas tree ("artificial for ecological reasons"<--only KT will understand this inside joke, so HA!) waiting for December 26. That's right. TWENTY-SIX. Urgh. There was also a semi-crap-load of BATCO stuff this week. Tuesday (was it Tuesday?) there was the whole Christmas concert thing after school. Waa, my second time evar on spots. I think I did sorta kinda okee, considering, you know? I messed up the guitarists' sets because the stupid Christmas tree was blocking some of the guitarists, and I couldn't figure out which group was playing because none of their fingers were moving. Also, we had pizza for dinner (courtesy of MOE and Pat), which I haven't had in a long time. And some stupid safety inspector came in and said our scaffs weren't safe, which is complete bull, because they're the same as they've always been, and noone's died yet so ha. Mr. Moscoe says that the inspector might've been affiliated with the company that makes the other, newer, [unintelligible hand gestures] type of scaff. And I've been holding on for Christmas holidays all week. It only really hit me on Wednesday that it was the last week before the holidays, before it had just been general durgh-I-hate-chem-etc. holding on, but after Wednesday it was the durgh-it's-almost-Christmas-no-school type of holding on, eh? Seeing the third Lord of the Rings later (much later) today, yay! Also, happy b-day to Ben yesterday, and happy b-day to MOE today! :D (now I'll go back to doing my stupid I-had-a-billion-chances-to-finish-this-on-the-weekend-but-I-didn't Spanish book report!)

Thursday, December 11, 2003
10:28 p.m.

Owmyearowmyearowmyear. I should really think stuff through before... yar. I be idjit.

Wednesday, December 10, 2003
08:21 p.m.

It better snow soon or I'll kill someone.

Thursday, November 27, 2003
09:19 p.m.

Huh. Been a long while, eh? Yeah. I'm exhausted today. Lots of running around and being stressed and whatnot. So I took a nap and shat, listened to Californication and Steal This Album, got less full of pain (my shoulders still ache, though).

Tuesday, September 16, 2003
06:46 p.m.

I'm going to temporarily abandon this blog. Starting... right.... NOW! *vanishes in a puff of smoke*

Friday, September 12, 2003
07:06 p.m.



This is a visual representation of how my life feels like right now. Especially those last two panels. And the thing is I have no idea why I'm feeling this way. I mean, it's not like anything truly horrible's happening. School's started and I feel like screaming all the time, but hey, who doesn't?

And it's not as if school's all that bad; I had a small bout of depression on the first day, but things have been okee since then. Spanish is.. well.. Spanish--same textbook, same people (but different teacher--Senora Pena, with tildes on both n's). Math is great--I think it's the one class where I can actually relax. Then first lunch, then world religions, where I got sandwiched between Jay and Drew today ^_^. Then chemistry. I love this subject like I love eating horse shit. I'm slacking much in this class. Oh well. Also, I can't spell the teacher's name, and he reminds me of... Well, every time I look at him, I think he should be teaching musical theatre or something. I'm in BATCO again--missed first period today. Joined the yearbook committee on a whim--I think I'll be regretting it. I miss my old bus >.<

Thursday, August 28, 2003
09:38 p.m.

I forgot to mention that yesterday was the first time I'd ever tried tortellini and ravioli! Ever! Well... not ever. But ever officially! As in... not-mooching-off-someone's-lunch officially! Ooo! It was yum.

Wednesday, August 27, 2003
10:16 p.m.

I woke up at 3:30 am today, humming DMX lyrics that I haven't heard in years... Party Up, I think. Am I going insane or something?

Sunday, August 24, 2003
10:20 p.m.

Yesterday was Aky's surprise bday party! Uhm. See Aky's livejournal, and the TPC gallery for pics! I'm lazy, yeah. Guess what? Patrick Moore plays the xylophone. Also... Hargrave finally gets around to it.