The Semi-Paraplegic Star Sailor
So. We meet again.
First day of new semester, people. School was fun again, for a day. :-D
Still got Smith for APsych, but it's not that bad. Maybe she'll be better this semester. wishful thinking...
Second period, math with hao (woo woo) but for serious, our teacher is like textbook-case high school math teacher. He's...."intresting".
Latin with DeRosa again. Not much intrestingness, although lauren's in mium clasum again! yayyy.
Maslow again as well. Not too much intrestingness.
fifth period...AP lang! Oh wait, but not. It's Film Studies ("fantasy lit", yeah...) with Wall, and it's actually not bad. Ross is in the class. So is the Amazing, the Miraculous, the Mysterious...Stehpie "That's S-T-E-H-P-I-E" Copelan. For serious, I don't think there's anyone I've ever heard more about but have NEVER even met. Except for celebraties. Which is kind of what she is. Know what? Tommorrow I'm asking for her autograph. It is film studies, which is like actors and hollywood and such anyway.
LUNCH! Bestest lunch ever. Anna, Theresa, Karen, CaitlinPat (they were like a corner. twas muy funioso), Gabby! and other people that are awesomes.
Chem with charuhas. Finally get to see THE ALEXEI that redman always talked about. It was kind of a disspointment. But then, it's only the first day.
And for final, 8th period, actual AP lang. Fourth class with theresa. Firstest ever class with Sam Lippy. And Sam Lippy Clone. Aka Jen Lieberman, who, despite popular belief, is actually really awesome, and really funny. Should be an intresting semester.
After schoolio, went to Ci-Ci's Pizza, The Jew hangout on R-pike, with Anna y Theresa. We dint see no jews though. Just guys with turbans. And spanish guys that didnt care if you got free soda, and a white guy that did.
Fast forward to tonight, and madre calls me up to dinner at 6:45. I finish updating (aka, bolding) previous entry at 7:15. I missed dinner. :-o! Oh no, world ending, hellfire raining down upon the earth. Result? "I'm not making your lunch for you young man". Yeah, not a big deal, but she was pissed. for almost no reason. And that brings us to now.
So dear ol' dad calls me from our house phone to my cell. Starts bitching at me about "why haven't you done anything today, what have you done, sat on your ass all day, why havent you done your math homework or turned in your Psych internship App?" Ok, not like that. My dad can speak engish. Basically though, starts ranting on me, giving me the whole "we give you so much, we're so nice to you" shit, and "you still procrastinate, you're still lazy" Guess fucking what? I haven't failed anything. I'm doing, believe it or not, alright in school, not nearly as bad as you guys doom-and-gloomly predict. Things are going alright in my life now. I hate it when they give you that "you're so privelidged" speech, because there's no clear argument to it. I can't be like, "no, im not privelidged" cuz he's right, i am. But I don't "abuse" it. I get my shit done. There's ALOT of people is worse academic conditions then i am. A lot. Plus, my grades arent that bad! WGPA for last quarter, prolly in the 3.8 range, possibly 4. That isnt super-fucking-fantastic, but know what? It's above average. And I dont have to get into a super-good college. I'm ok with that. It's my fucking life, why can't I be ok with not going to a GREAT college? The worst part, though, was that i was having a fucking AWESOME conversation with Kristen, feeling happy and such, gonna end the night on a good note. He totally fucking KILLED it.
I'm tired. Done with ranting. That was a good one. My first real one, i think. You know, Kristen's right...it does kinda feel better to write it out. Like rageness flying from my fingertips. Aight, well i have some math homework to do, fuckers. Happy Month past Xmas.
In a place I know I belong,
In my head I can do no wrong,
And who ever heard of an astronaut with one arm?
I'd be the last man on the moon.
_Brad
First day of new semester, people. School was fun again, for a day. :-D
Still got Smith for APsych, but it's not that bad. Maybe she'll be better this semester. wishful thinking...
Second period, math with hao (woo woo) but for serious, our teacher is like textbook-case high school math teacher. He's...."intresting".
Latin with DeRosa again. Not much intrestingness, although lauren's in mium clasum again! yayyy.
Maslow again as well. Not too much intrestingness.
fifth period...AP lang! Oh wait, but not. It's Film Studies ("fantasy lit", yeah...) with Wall, and it's actually not bad. Ross is in the class. So is the Amazing, the Miraculous, the Mysterious...Stehpie "That's S-T-E-H-P-I-E" Copelan. For serious, I don't think there's anyone I've ever heard more about but have NEVER even met. Except for celebraties. Which is kind of what she is. Know what? Tommorrow I'm asking for her autograph. It is film studies, which is like actors and hollywood and such anyway.
LUNCH! Bestest lunch ever. Anna, Theresa, Karen, CaitlinPat (they were like a corner. twas muy funioso), Gabby! and other people that are awesomes.
Chem with charuhas. Finally get to see THE ALEXEI that redman always talked about. It was kind of a disspointment. But then, it's only the first day.
And for final, 8th period, actual AP lang. Fourth class with theresa. Firstest ever class with Sam Lippy. And Sam Lippy Clone. Aka Jen Lieberman, who, despite popular belief, is actually really awesome, and really funny. Should be an intresting semester.
After schoolio, went to Ci-Ci's Pizza, The Jew hangout on R-pike, with Anna y Theresa. We dint see no jews though. Just guys with turbans. And spanish guys that didnt care if you got free soda, and a white guy that did.
Fast forward to tonight, and madre calls me up to dinner at 6:45. I finish updating (aka, bolding) previous entry at 7:15. I missed dinner. :-o! Oh no, world ending, hellfire raining down upon the earth. Result? "I'm not making your lunch for you young man". Yeah, not a big deal, but she was pissed. for almost no reason. And that brings us to now.
So dear ol' dad calls me from our house phone to my cell. Starts bitching at me about "why haven't you done anything today, what have you done, sat on your ass all day, why havent you done your math homework or turned in your Psych internship App?" Ok, not like that. My dad can speak engish. Basically though, starts ranting on me, giving me the whole "we give you so much, we're so nice to you" shit, and "you still procrastinate, you're still lazy" Guess fucking what? I haven't failed anything. I'm doing, believe it or not, alright in school, not nearly as bad as you guys doom-and-gloomly predict. Things are going alright in my life now. I hate it when they give you that "you're so privelidged" speech, because there's no clear argument to it. I can't be like, "no, im not privelidged" cuz he's right, i am. But I don't "abuse" it. I get my shit done. There's ALOT of people is worse academic conditions then i am. A lot. Plus, my grades arent that bad! WGPA for last quarter, prolly in the 3.8 range, possibly 4. That isnt super-fucking-fantastic, but know what? It's above average. And I dont have to get into a super-good college. I'm ok with that. It's my fucking life, why can't I be ok with not going to a GREAT college? The worst part, though, was that i was having a fucking AWESOME conversation with Kristen, feeling happy and such, gonna end the night on a good note. He totally fucking KILLED it.
I'm tired. Done with ranting. That was a good one. My first real one, i think. You know, Kristen's right...it does kinda feel better to write it out. Like rageness flying from my fingertips. Aight, well i have some math homework to do, fuckers. Happy Month past Xmas.
In a place I know I belong,
In my head I can do no wrong,
And who ever heard of an astronaut with one arm?
I'd be the last man on the moon.
_Brad