THAT WAS NOT RIGHT.

I've recently discovered one of the worst things that can happen between you and a teacher. It's really funny in an intensely ironic poetic justice way.
So this one guy I've been sexting/flirting with on and off for about a year now, his name is G.R. He's a few years older than me, so since he was the first guy of any significant age that I flirted with, everyone else being only a couple years older than me. This was before my now-21-year-old ex P.R., by the way. So little while ago I was talking to someone and they brought up how my old math teacher Mr. R. is G.R.'s dad. I see Mr. R. every day and he is incredibly friendly.
This is what goes on in my mind every time I pass by him:
Mr.R.: Hi! How are you?
Me: Hi! I saw your son naked!
I'm not even sure if he realizes his son is bi... I'm heavily considering telling him that I sexted his son when I graduate, but that would be such a terrible idea in so many ways.

Also, last night I was at BAGLY and T.K-H was there for the first time in a while. Eventually, we decided to head to the train to go home, so goodbye hugs, kisses and nearly shoving my hand down A.H-O's pants (jk! kinda...) later, T.K-H and I are walking to the orange line. Along the way, we pass by these two hobos going down on each other.
Guy Hobo: *moving down on girl hobo*
Girl Hobo: Oh, yeah, baby!
T.K-H.: D8! THIS IS DISGUSTING.
Little Girl: Mommy, what are those bundle of clothes doing to each other?
Mom: I think I just caught airborne syphilis...
Girl Hobo: OOOOH YEAAAH
Me: Let's...just...run.

It was mildly disturbing to say the least.
After getting to the train, I lay around on my seat with my bag right next to me. I notice the sign right across from me saying, "PLEASE KEEP FEET AND PARCELS OFF THE SEATS." Oops. So the conductor comes by, I give him my ticket and student ID because I get half off on school days. He stares at me, looks at my ticket, looks at me and says, "Sorry, this only works before 8. It's 10:35."
Me: I never knew that!
Conductor: Well, you need to pay up!
Me: I don't have any money anymore, how could I at 17 years old?!
Conductor: Do you want me to call the police?
Me: *Fake-breakdown*
Conductor: Okay, I'll ignore it for this time. You do this again, though, and you're gonna be arrested and fined $500.
Me: That's pretty intense for a student.
Conductor: YEAH. DON'T GET TOO HAPPY.

That was just disturbing. Why does my line get all of the conductors who actually still care about their job?

The song of the day is the Fanny Pack song, because I've had it stuck in my head for the past two days for no reason whatsoever.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q2UuXY7-FII

Prom!

This Friday was insane. Like, ridiculously insane. It all started when I woke up, when I started to run nonstop. The day was fairly normal until noon, when I began to run to print out all of my stuff for Humanities class. I was already late because I had to wait to get a computer to print out my stuff, so I ran in mid-way through people putting their reports together. I missed about half of the things on the report because It was so thrown together...
The second school got out I had head to the principal's office to set up a proposal to start working on a public speaking project. Immediately after that I had to start running to uptown, mainly because I can't drive yet so it involves walking in dress shoes. I needed to get my corsage and suit (I'm against using tuxes unless it's senior prom) so that was about a 3 mile walk from the school to the florist to the dry cleaners then back home. By the time I got back home I needed to put on makeup to make myself look good for prom. Two layers of makeup and shaving half of my face off later, I decided that I would just look disastrous with makeup on. That involved tons of makeup remover and pain... After getting completely ready, I finally got to go to prom.
Prom itself was incredible, but nothing of extreme amazingness went on. I now have a couple new texting buddies, A.H-O. and S.F.
After prom, K.V., M.R., J.B., A.D., S.P., E.M., and K.M. went over to J.B.'s house to stay the night. J.B.'s family is connected directly to an ice cream shop, like their house is right next to it. As such, at midnight J.B's dad came downstairs and told us to go to the ice cream shoppe. He then gave us a bunch of scoops and told us to go crazy. I was very happy; Peppermint stick, mint chocolate chip, heath bar, and sprinkles. I was very very happy.
At 12:30/1ish M.R. had to head home, likewise with A.D., so the rest of us got into the living room and started to watch Scene It with Harry Potter. I got the massage chair, which was a godsend to me because I've been on my feet in dress shoes for the past 11 hours and that chair does legs and feet. I was very very very very very very happy.

I wanted to say

This week was filled with me running around. Not even beginning to lie at all.
So with my depression project I decided to start working with the beating-down-the-health-teachers piece by talking to the math department. My idea was to talk with them and create a program for the students taking statistics to give out a survey to the school about how students would feel about a public speaker at their school. However, it turns out the students in the statistics classes already picked their surveys and starting to work on them. If I wanted to continue working with the math department I'd have to wait over a month for the seniors to leave (there's only like two juniors in the statistics classes so there'd be gobs upon gobs of free time for the teachers.) So that was a fail.
In better news, I talked with my teachers about talking to my classes about me being gay for Day of Silence next week because I would be across the country when DoS comes around. The teachers loved that idea, so on Thursday I talked to my Global Religions and Chinese II classes. The extremely weird thing is that the students rarely ever listen to someone speaking at the front of the class, so when I got up there and started talking I did NOT expect everyone to be paying full attention to me. It felt so weird, because all of the other times I spoke- even if the students were being graded on what I said for projects and stuff - no one ever payed attention. The hugest shock was my Chinese class because everyone in the class is notorious for being crazy ADD and beating each other up but when I looked around while speaking there was not one person who was fixated on what I said. I think a couple even cried. It was so weird!!!
The weirder part is that the next day (yesterday), I was in my Chinese class working on some worksheet when my teacher walked up and asked me what lunch I had (my school has three lunches, students are assigned to one of the lunches depending on what teacher they had). When I said I had third lunch, she got really disappointed for a couple seconds then had a sudden thought. "What class do you have before lunch?"
"Chorus."
"What would you say if I take you out of Chorus and you speak to the foreign language department about what you spoke about yesterday?"
So I was dragged out of Chorus to talk to a bunch of teachers about my experiences being gay. I'd say it went pretty well, I managed to say what I wanted to say and they got what they wanted to hear. Thursday and Friday just confused the hells out of me..

Because of the weirdness that went on, the song of the day is "Smashing the Opponent" by Infected Mushroom!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAwIpOnzN8M

Stop Telephonin' Me!

My project is underway!

Right now, I'm restarting my project from the beginning of the school year, which involves speaking to my school about depression, suicide, and self-injury. Because it was shut down by my yoga teacher in November, I let it fall down into the underground works for a few months. For past few months I took my time collecting information and statistics so when I go up again there's going to be no way anyone can refuse my proposal without looking unprofessional. This past couple weeks I decided to start going out getting support from multiple professionals in nursing, public speaking and psychology. As of right now, I have the support of a well-respected psychologist in my town and a couple social workers at my school. I'm aiming for a couple nurses and a local organization for depression. It's a lengthy process but with hope I will be able to go up to the board of health in my school district and whip out a proposal so good that they cannot refuse, and even if they did I can absolutely trash them publicly for refusing it.

Last week was my best friend K.V.'s Grease show! A bunch of the actors lacked professionalism, but the show in itself was pretty good! I went with my other best friend E.J. and her friend from South Korea and we spent most of the show critiquing all of the actors. While this was a total asshole thing to do, it was so fun. I greatly enjoyed watching my friends K.V., A.D. and J.B. onstage! I had no idea that A.D. or J.B. can act so them coming up was pretty awesome. During intermission I ran backstage and spent time with K.V. despite the fact she had to get ready for the next act. It was so worth going back there though because we were constantly hugging each other and giggling like idiots. I think it scared the director as well.

Here's a demonstration of how oblivious I am in class for you all. In all of my academic classes this semester, because I already know everything and at a level above everyone when it comes to thinking deep (my academics, with the exception of Chinese, rely heavily on philosophy), I tend to space out most of the class because I can. Because of that, I somehow managed to not look at most of my classmates because I'm in a trance-like state nearly all classtime unless I have to present something. When I present, I tend to ramble because I tend to forget what I'm saying mid-sentence, so I guess being in a trance-like state nearly all the time is a bad thing. But I digress: This past week I decided to start actually paying attention because my classes are picking up in pace so the teachers can get what they want done before the seniors leave. So now I'm looking around at the class during spare time and I realized something: most of the guys in my classes are really hot! I'm surprised I didn't notice this before, but the more I look around the more hotness I see! I'm not sure whether it's from G.R. constantly trying to turn me on or if it's just because I'm on some crazy exaggerated hormone cycle, but I'm flabbergasted by the hotness! In Chinese I decided to sit on the opposite end of the room from where I used to sit nearby J.A. so I have people to talk to and it gives me such a wide view of the good-looking guys. I feel like a little whore, but who cares. Chances are that I won't have a boyfriend for another couple years, anyways. Nothing wrong with looking.

So right now I'm in my dad's house preparing to go an hour north to some country store. Saturday tends to be our shopping trip day, so I get to whip out my awesome new debit card and go shopping for a little while. Will I actually buy anything? Doubt it. As long as I get to zone out most of this weekend I'm all set.

On Thursday I was home alone for a few hours because that's my mom's day to go to her boyfriend's house until midnight. Out of boredom, I remembered that Lady Gaga has released a new music video called Telephone and that people say it's really weird. So I decided to watch it to kill some time, given that the entire video is around 10 minutes. My final verdict: it's something that people into girls would want to see if they're in a really weird lesbian porn kinda mood. Everyone else would like it just from the weirdness factor. I'm starting to think that Lady Gaga has a thing for people forcibly undressing her and leaving her half-naked. Especially the part when she's virtually entirely naked and climbing the prison bars. There was no decency there, and I'm not sure whether to respect the fact she has no problem showing her body for all to see or to be scared that she has no problem showing her body for all to see, including little children.

TECHNOLOGY IS THE DEVIL!!!

My ceramics teacher is kinda out there, if not old dated. Her crusade seems to be destroying all form of modern communication technology and living in caves. Every ceramics class she comes in saying something along the lines of, "Teenagers have way too much screen time. Did you know the average teenager gets about 7 hours of screen time every day? That can be a part-time job!" Every. Single. Class. Then she goes around the room doing a survey of how often we text, hang out online, watch tv, or something of that ilk. It actually keeps us from working on our ceramics projects, it's that bad! Her latest art project is some head thing demonstrating the "evils of television." It's kinda sad.

In other news, yesterday in Humanities instead of working on Othello and the character development within it, C.L. T.D. and I were sitting around talking about how we act in school. While this could be an interesting sociology conversation, we were more talking along the lines of educational masochism. You see, our super-intendant is an idiot and doesn't realize when we need to close school for external emergencies. An example would be yesterday when it was pouring buckets, the locker rooms were flooded, and flood warnings in the region were going off like crazy. We all came to the conclusion that she's trying to teach us to take delight in misfortune. For example, if we have a massive blizzard that shuts down the school for a week and cuts off all power to the town which will lead to our certain demise, everyone will be happy because we have no school for once. We also came to the conclusion that the school could blow up and we'll still have school because she's such an idiot.
We have the day off today because of the flooding that's going on around the town. We're very happy.

Due to a short post today, the song of the day is Phantom Ki by Kemic-Al, which is darkpsy. I consider darkpsy to be kinda like the death metal of techno, because it's very dark and very intense trance music. Not for the people just experiencing techno.

A fairly atypical day

Today has been...interesting to say the least. Not like I would ever post something mundane on a blog, but relatively today has been off-kilter in many respects.

I needed to get all of my props in for my mock beauty pageant today, so I had my mom drive me to school. I go into the school carrying a chair with a white sheet draped over it tied with a black ribbon (A couch) and a box packed with stuffed animals to bring into E.W.'s room given that she's the director and could keep my props in her room. Come ten minutes of wandering the school looking for her because the door is locked, I find out that she isn't even in the school nor will be today! I finally dunk everything down in the auditorium with C.Q. and go off for breakfast.

Come Global Religions, we get the entire lab today because of a massive storm on Thursday night causing school to be cancelled on Friday. While this couldn't be better, I finished my project for Global Religions on Wednesday because I know the religion I'm doing so well. I go into Chinese and absolutely own the entire class because it's just answering a bunch of random questions about jobs and banks. Come Chorus class, I was off in singing but I really didn't care.

One of my friends K.B. and I are deciding to do a duet for a Cabaret show in a few weeks and to surprise our friends by doing one of the group's favourite songs together. The problem is that I'm a bass and have to sing the part of a tenor for the song. I'm planning on knocking all of my notes down an octave so I can actually sing the song without straining myself. Finally comes Humanities. We get the lab again for the entire block for the same reason as Global Religions!

So come mock beauty pageant rehearsal. I had to create a dance routine for the talent portion that I really dislike because the song is one that I've heard my entire life and E.W. has managed to badger me into doing it compared to bellydancing. I go onstage not knowing the dance because it was just created and a minute into the dance I get screamed off for not knowing the stupid thing and told to go print out the routine and practice. A half hour later filled with trying various computers across the school, I give up and go back to rehearsal. We're now on dream date, which my partner and I totally rocked if it weren't for E.W. interrupting us every other line to ask us about every little piece to it without waiting for the answer to her question like two lines later. A.H. my partner and I are kind of frustrated but now we have the scene down really well.

Along this entire rehearsal, A.H. and I are busy talking in the back of the auditorium about the people there. We've came to a consensus that the other director D.M. is flamboyantly gay and one of my cast members E.C. is extremely bisexual. If we use a scale of 1 to 6, 1 being extremely straight 6 being extremely gay D.M. would be a screaming 6, I would be about a 4.75 and E.C. would be a solid 3. It really amuses me especially because I see all of the other male cast members always touching each other and joking about it while considering themselves straight while I'm the only person there who's openly gay and refuses to touch any of the guys without any solid reason. You'd imagine all of these guys would be less... obnoxious and climbing all over each other because that would be portrayed as incredibly gay but no, they just bounce around smacking each other around while I'm sitting with a couple girls laughing my ass off at all of them.

I finally go home after a three and a half hour rehearsal covering two of the major scenes (most of it being the directors yelling at us for the questions being answered two lines later) extremely wiped. Good news is that I got a haircut which looks awesome and I have hair dye for tomorrow's escapade! I'm really excited for it and can't wait to see everyone looking at me this week where I come into school with something new added on every day!

Tuxcapades!

These past few days have been CRAZY! Usually I'd just get up, go to school, go home, and sleep. This is the usual procedure of a high school student, mixed with maybe a couple "Go downtown and get a burger" or something once a week. However, this week has been... interesting to say the least.

Yesterday, I did the usual routine. However, today I'm to be going to this peer mediation conference during school so I had to get my homework, which is just a little tweak. I'm pretty okay with this because it's not a huge transition like traveling across the entire country twice to see a bunch of pretty colleges, but after school instead of going to rehearsal all of the mock pageant guys met up in the meeting room for a special trip: a tuxedo rental store. I've been to one a few months ago for my close friend's coming-of-age ceremony, but it was nowhere near in the scenario of an en masse 8-men-need-tuxes-within-a-week. While this is normally pretty simple because we have quite a few tuxedo places near our hometown, we had to drive somewhere a bit... far off. Try a city about 10 miles away. Even then, it's not bad. It is when you have two teenage drivers who have barely just held onto their licenses for a year and an elderly woman who has the attention span of a gopher. I don't have neither my license nor a car yet, so I was stuck going inside one of the teenagers' cars because the elderly woman for some reason didn't feel like having people in her car. Turns out I picked the right car at the last second- I was running late because I needed to snag the stuff from my locker at school on account that it was pouring out and I needed my fedora. We got to the tuxedo store within 20 minutes and were nearly all entirely fitted before the other shipment of guys came pouring in. The driver of the other car apparently sucks at driving and the person in the front seat giving directions apparently wasn't helping at all. After a series of phone calls filled with my being able to hear a bunch of

"FUCK! WHERE ARE WE?! I'M LOST, DAMMIT!"

"I DON'T KNOW! WHY DID YOU TAKE A LEFT?!"

"YOU TOLD ME TO TAKE A FUCKING LEFT!"
"I MEANT THE OTHER LEEEEFT!!!"

from a few feet away, the store manager staring at us with a smug look like, "You are so desperate for a tux for this stupid show I'm going to laugh at you from afar," and people running around outside getting soaked from the rain in a frantic attempt to find each other, the other people waltzed in like nothing happened. Except the driver, who is clearly miffed and complaining to his girlfriend about it. Everyone gets fitted, and finally the woman running the entire show comes waltzing in complaining about traffic and blaming every little puddle she saw. We stand around for a few minutes figuring out every little logistic, then the guy who drove the car I rode in on the way there decided to leave us for the other driver. Slogging into the back seat of a massive Ford Windstar, I proceed to go on the longest 10-mile trip I've ever encountered. Not even within three minutes the driver (C.S1.) was lost and driving in circles, the guy in the shotgun seat (C.Q.) isn't helping at all, the guy (C.S2.) I'm sitting next to is beating up the guy in front of him (E.C.), E.C. is making really bad sex jokes, and the guy in front of me (C.D.) is going completely music ADD on us. Ten minutes later, we are parked in front of a YMCA asking someone's parents for directions to our hometown, C.S.2 is pummeling the back of E.C.'s seat, C.D. is still music ADD, C.S.1 and C.Q. are bickering over directions while still on the phone with the parent, E.C. is running out of the car fake-crying, and I'm falling over laughing at all of this. The entire fiasco could be translated into this:

"Want a bad roman- DOO, DO DO DODO, DO DOO DO, DO DODO-"
"SHE TOLD ME TO TAKE A FUCKI-"

"SHE MEANT THE LEFT IN FRONT OF THAT ONE-"

"GET BACK IN HERE-"

"WAAAAAAAA-"

"GET YOUR ASS BACK IN THAT SEAT, BIT- *snicker*-BAHAHAHA-"

"DOO, DO DO DODO, DO DOO- I want you psycho, your vertical stick-"

This continued pretty much this way for the next fifteen minutes, with a couple stops in front of cop cars with people's seatbelts off writing the word "asshats" on the fogged-up windows, creepy parks in the middle of the city, and random restaurants. I'm next to passing out from laughter this entire time because for some reason I get really giggly when stuck in a car with guys, and by the time we actually see non-rundown buildings our conversations devolved into C.S.1 and C.Q. cheering for knowing the rest of the way home, C.D. still music ADD, and E.C., C.S.2 and I screaming stuff like little kids. That can be translated into this:

"WE CAN FIND THE REST OF OUR WAY HOME-"

"DAAAD I GOTTA GO POTTY!"

"DAAD I WANTED TO GO TO MCDONALDS!"

"DAAAD WHY IS MOM A FILTHY WHORE?!"

"DAAAAD!"

"DAAAAAAD!"
"ARE WE THERE YET?!"

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!"
"I WANTED THE BLUE SHIRT NOT THE GREEN ONE!"
"I WANT A NINJA TURTLES LUNCHBOX!"
"NINJA TURTLES SUCK, I WANT A SPIDAMAN LUNCHBOX!"
"DAAD WHY IS UNCLE COMING OVER SO MUCH?!"

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!"

"DOO, DO DO DODO, DO DOO DO, DO DODO-"

By the time we get to my house to drop me off, our trip has taken over an hour. I never anticipated a trip to a city 10 miles away could be such a hassle.

In honor of the DOO, DO DO DODO song, I present the song of the day to you:

Streamline by Newton!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BugFniXE1rc

Vacations are odd

The time I've spent back home has been...interesting. Ever since I got back from my college tour I've been stuck in this really odd mix between crazy amounts of action and sitting around blankly staring at my laptop. Not that I really mind, given that it's vacation, but I really just want to hang out with friends. Which is true in some respects, I'm spending at least a couple hours every day with one of my closest friends.

I posted this about a month ago, I'm in a major production done entirely by the junior class for my school. It's a mock beauty pageant with men as contestants and women as their sponsors. My friend A.H. is my sponsor and we're planning on using all of our acts to use tons of ironic humor and trashing eHarmony. I'm pretty excited for it! I've been meeting with A.H. constantly to go over the scripts and see what we want to do. Tons of work involved, I only hope that I make it all work within two weeks. Our show will be on March 5th.

And if the pageant isn't anymore crazy on my schedule, I have to create a bunch of projects for all of my classes! For my Chinese class I have to create a family tree and for Chorus I have to create a poster about the songs I find inspirational and why. You'd probably wonder why my Chinese project is going to be easy but strangely enough it isn't. My family has a very extensive history of people getting divorced, remarried and having more kids on both sides. This wasn't bad at first until my dad decided it would be a great idea to marry someone from rural Finland. Because of that, the amount of members in my family literally doubled. That's only the people I know of when it comes to my immediate family. When my step-mom was counting off the people in her immediate family she got up to 50 before she lost count. I am seriously disturbed by that. Fortunately, my teacher decided to give me a break and chop off my step-family because she knows how extensively my family travels. I still have to learn all of these characters to do my family tree, half of which she hasn't taught us before vacation began. I tried asking J.A. if she taught the class anything on Friday (I was already in Chicago then), he had no idea what to do either and we decided together we're all going to fail.

I think I'm going to play it nicely with these projects...

Past couple weeks in review

All of this can be summed up in one word: Agh. Not anything like AAAAAAGH or OMFG AAGH!!! or even the daring AGHROPOLIS, it's just: agh.

I could safely say that however nice these past few weeks have been, they've also been slow and aggravating.

So, cue about a week ago. We just finished the ridiculous raffle for some really dull sport action pictures (Like, not signed or anything. It's just a little picture of a guy with a baseball bat.) which barely got anyone buying at all, we're now into the new semester, and guess what our beloved GSA leader Z.S. decides to pull out of nowhere? CANDY GRAMS FOR VALENTINE'S DAY! D'OH BOY! Not really. Because I'm one of the few people who actually bothers considering themselves a GSA member nowadays, I got roped in against my will. That means: I stand around for fourty minutes watching people eat everyday while I almost get purposely ignored! And not even a week into the new semester! And best yet: I HAVE TO DO THIS FOR ANOTHER WEEK! OH BOY!!!

Not really.

But so far I'm absolutely loving this semester. I have all of my best classes now; Global Religions, Humanities, and Chinese! I also have Ceramics and Chorus but they are not my forte at all, I enjoy them nontheless.

Global Religions is taught by one of the chillest teachers in the high school, which means that within a week from now the entire class is going to devolve into everyone sitting around bickering with each other because we don't even have textbooks as very few people last semester has turned theirs in. It's at the beginning of the day and I have a few friends in the class. We all tend to sit there blankly trying not to fall asleep. It's awesome.

Chinese II is amusing so far. I've been the teacher assistant for the Chinese teacher for two semesters and I have actually taken Chinese I the semester for that, which means that I walk into the classroom at the first day of the semester and I know who everyone is already as I've pretty much taken Chinese I three times in a row. I know that if I TA for Chinese 1 more time I will have a mental breakdown, but it was so worth it. I walk into the classroom and there's this guy who looks so much like Rob DenBleyker from Cyanide and Happiness it's ridiculous.

So this is Rob, pretty much the personification of absolute sexiness crammed into one physical body. He also has an ass that could make porn stars weep. The kid in my Chinese class pretty much looks like Rob but a 16-year-old version with light brown hair and glasses.

It's quite scary, actually. He sits across the classroom from me and pretty much sits there with a look on his face like "I'm bored." So come Monday. It's the third day in the class and I'm already having to control my actions around him. My Chinese teacher decides it would be a great idea to have us go throughout the class and find five new friends. Half the class immediately pounds over to my side of the classroom because that's where all the cool kids are, most of the girls huddle up in a little corner, and hot guy is just sitting there quietly with a few other guys. I go over to escape the chances of a panic attack and then we start putting our Chinese names on a sheet of paper for the other person. That's the qualification of having a friend apparently, learning our made-up names. eHarmony would be flopping over in excitement over this... So come Wednesday, we have to finalize these things. I go over there because apparently we also have to figure out what the other person likes and doesn't like (one thing for each minimum), then he looks at me with a huge smile and starts talking about how he is going to say that I don't like cars (which I don't, actually. They bore me.) because that's one of the few hobbies he knows in Chinese. I agree that I don't like cars, and I walk off with his info just when the bell rings slightly disturbed about how he smiled at me.

Come TODAY, I have to meet up with him so we can introduce each other to someone. I'm completely congested right now and still kind of drowzy from the nyquil I took last night (I never react well to medication) so I look like I'm absolutely stoned. He asks me a question about something I don't remember, and I just stare at him blankly and manage to summon up a really slow "...Wuuuuuuuuuut?" He seems to not have thought anything about it, but internally I was trying to figure out the equation (Head + Desk = ?)

I'm just not gonna say anything about it later on...

Peter Pan gone wrong!

As most of you know, this is a fact that I think most teenagers would always agree on; FINALS ARE EVIL. I'm having them right now, and it pretty much comes down to how fast can you rip out your brain and plant it onto a sheet of paper. For example, I took three classes this semester that actually required a final, one of which was today. It happened to be Math 4 level 1, which is one of the hardest math courses in my entire school. So come my entire final, I decided that it would be a great idea to take my time to make sure that everything's right. Well, come 14:10, most of the class has finished and left except for like five of us. My math teacher decides to tell us that we have five minutes until she's kicking us out of the room.

I never got to finish that final... I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail it now. It's pretty aggravating, but whatever.

In other news, I finally made a successful Borders trip! For the past four times I went there, I either had no money or couldn't find the book I wanted but now I have! This book I speak of is called The Child Thief by Brom, and it is in essence an extremely dark version of Peter Pan. I've loved Peter Pan my entire life so finding this book is a total bonus for me. My friend K.F.J. told me about it a couple months ago and how amazing it is, I immediately had to get it. K.F.J. is my oldest friend and she knows pretty much everything about me, so she knows exactly the books I love. It really isn't so hard, though; we have very similar tastes in music and literacy.

ALSO! I got the Avatar soundtrack and this book called Biohazard Moonseed with The Child Thief! All in all, the purchase would cost about $50, but I managed to take everything for $24~ I'm very proud of myself for using so much coupons and gift cards!

The soundtrack is very beautiful, so I'm pretty excited about listening to it.

I can't wait for my next semester; I have all my best subjects then and I just might take Digital Photo again. Digital photography is one of my talents, and I enjoy doing it very much. I took the class this semester, but I might become a teacher's assistant so I can practice it even more. If not then I'll just TA for the people supervising the gay straight alliance. It may not be that great but I've been a teacher assistant for the Chinese teacher this past year and if I sit in Chinese I one more time I think I'll have an ulcer...

In better news, the song of the day is Bad Romance by Lady Gaga.