First, a brief (yeah, right!) recap of the high point of my day. We had an extremely funny substitute today for my Calculus teacher during first block. It was this old black man who was the most scatterbrained person I have ever met (he could even beat Mrs. Serb, for those who know her). He liked to just come up with random things to say to random people, like, “So, do you think you’ll ever be on that millionaire show?” (leading to confusion between which millionaire show he was talking about.) The thing is, my class is about 65% juniors (and friggin’ immature juniors at that, but today that was…

This is just a quick entry before I begin my eons worth of homework tonight. I decided to comment in Sonny’s blog today, just a simple post about not knowing who Avril Lavigne is. He probably won’t even notice it. I got to talk to my old buddy Anthony today. He’s grown up quite a bit since… hell, since last year. No more humping on trash cans and sprinklers in front of theaters. Ninth grade was so fun and carefree, yet despite that, I miss it, but I don’t want it back. A lot of bad crap happened that year (and tenth grade year too). I kind of don’t even…

I revising a statement I made previously: Micah is only annoying about 40% of the time. With Micah, these types of ratios are prone to frequent change, as anyone who knows him can probably verify (although there do seem to be those few people that don’t find him annoying at all, it seems; I’ll never understand them, nor can I usually stand them). Bonsoir.

See above. My whole day just started off like crap. Some background info: I have that problem in which if I can reach my alarm clock, I will turn it off seconds (literally) before it goes off and go back to sleep without ever fully waking up. So this morning my mother is knocking on my door, and says when I open it, “What time does your clock say?” Like, WTF?! Just tell me I overslept, don’t ask me what time my clock says. There are both electric and battery-powered clocks in the living room and her bedroom, and the likelihood of them all messing up is slim-to-friggin’-none. So I…