Yesterday in English class we had a discussion about existentialism and its relevance to Richard Wright’s work Black Boy. Althought the discussion was mostly pro crustean, I did learn something interesting: I think like an existentialist. My teacher was explaining what she considered the four basic tenants of existentialism to me, and it fit me to a tee. I find it fascinating that there is name for the way I see things. That was a major discovery for me. On a more technical (or nerdy) note, I have decided to undertake a (possibly) mammoth task: I am goiing to convert Greymatter to ASP. I hate the available free CGI servers…

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.