04/07/05, or almost

Again, I'm completely exhausted. I'm going to sleep soon. This will be quick.

I don't remember much of this morning anymore. I'm too tired. All I remember is Señor told me to take my sunglasses off and I told him I had a problem with my eyes, but he made me take them off. Then I pretended I actually had a problem with my eyes, which I kinda did, because everything was too bright, and he let me put them back on.

Regarding the afternoon, Geneva says I have to say that "for triple chem today i sat next to Geneva, she really rocks my socks." That's not really true. She spent most of triple chem sticking my pencil in her mouth and picking her nose.

Picking one's nose must be a Tavakoli tradition. I remember that in 9th grade I was recording a video, and Sh*ud started picking his nose. It was very frightening. I wanted to run and hide, but I couldn't. Instead, I just had to sit there, recording Sh*ud Tavakoli picking his nose. It was extremely traumatic. I still haven't recovered.

(Yes, apparently I have to censor Sh*ud's name because otherwise it comes up as the number 1 hit on Google. Apparently Google likes my blog a lot.)

This afternoon I was planning on sleeping but community obligations pre-empted my sleep. As a result, I haven't gotten to bed before 12:30 this week.

Tomorrow is Friday, just in case you didn't know.

Chad put a carrot in Isabel's fruit salad and now Isabel thinks he has no skills.

04/06/05, or at least for the next 10 minutes

OK, this is going to be quick because I want to go to sleep. Today, I woke up completely exhausted and didn't go back to sleep. Aren't you proud of me? After showering, packing my bag, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, here's what happened.

At school, I was handed a giant binder by one Dustin Trabert who has way too much time on his hands. Apparently, it contains 44 pages of synopsis of the JSA 2005 convention. Amazing, because I thought the convention was generally boring. And I've just started the last 3 sentences with the letter "A." Wait, make that 4. But not anymore. Damnit.

Now, we'll skip ahead a few hours because first period was AP English and all we did was take a sample multiple choice, and Spanish class wasn't too interesting. In Precalc BC, we discussed various mathematical concepts, from Gottlob Frege to Gödel's Theorem. I love Gödel's Theorem.

At lunch, I talked to Asad about his apparent foursome. Turns out, Asad wasn't in on the action, which is too bad.

In French class, we watched Amélie again. It was fun. I'm really sleep deprived right now, and I can tell because my senses are beginning to act up. I'm going to skip to after school.

After school, Isabel's mom kidnapped me and brought me back to her house to fix her computer. Isabel also kidnapped Helana. When I got back to Isabel's house, I pulled the tape off my mouth and cut the rope around my wrists and managed to escape and (mostly) fix her computer. We also walked to the beach, but not really, because we never went there. Then Emmett rushed me off in a giant metal woody and I got home, although Emmett was weird and tried to take 57 to get home rather than Middle Ridge. Emmett, Middle Ridge is so much faster. Take Middle Ridge home next time. I left my iPod at Isabel's house. Now I'm sad.

I think I'm going to go into a corner and cry. Goodnight.

Experimentation

I'm actually going to try blogging here every day for the next week. It may be interesting. It may be very boring. Either way, you will read ALL of my entries. And leave comments. No one likes anything more than comments. You will leave comments...

Just remember to type in the numbers/letters above the box into the box when you're filling in your comment. If you don't, I'll suspect you're an evil spammer and your comment won't get posted.

So, on with the story.

Today, I arrived at school to find a giant building. I expected that Satan would curse the building and it would retreat into the fiery gates of hell, but sadly, that has not yet happened. *Whimpers*. My first period class was AP Euro, where we got back a bunch of essays and tests. It was so much fun! If I had to choose between receiving a bundle of papers and sex with a supermodel, I'd definitely pick the former.

*Ahem*.

Oh yes, and my brother has blonde hair. Or yellow. Or something. Discuss it.

Next, I went to chemistry class where I was one of only three people to attempt the homework. I feel so special! It's like that one Mr. Rogers song. It's a good thing that man is dead.

Speaking of being dead, I've decided I want to get hit by a car. Not only have some pretty famous people been hit by a car, but it seems like the most anonymous way of dying conceivable. If you die of heart problems, it's because you were fat. If you die of old age, you were a wise old man. If you receive the death penalty, you were a vicious criminal. If you get hit by a car, who knows who you were. There is no stereotypical image of a man who got hit by a car. You don't even know if it was the driver's fault or the man's fault. It's not something you have to worry about. It just happens. The death is as immediate as a death due to natural causes can be (with the exception of maybe a volcanic eruption). There's no anticipation, no agonizing long years in a hospital. It does mean that your life gets cut short, but as long as it happens when I'm over 60 and senile, I don't care.

Oh, and I'm not suicidal and never will be. Sorry.

Anyway, back to chemistry.

Then, we had French class. We watched people having sex in a Amélie. Here's a tip: if you ever feel compelled to make love to someone in a French café bathroom, don't do it. Really. It drives away the customers. And French ghosts will molest you if you're a girl. And working in a porn shop is fun.

So that's pretty much what I learned today.

I could talk about Student Senate, but if you care, ask Dustin and he'll email you the minutes. Basically, we decided that if the president decides he wants to neglect his duties, he can't get them back later.

Afternoon attractions included AP English, where I got a 75% on the sample AP exam. From my mistakes, I learned that if someone talks about a kitten, they're talking about a child, and you're just supposed to guess that. It's kinda ridiculous.

I had two free periods. The first one I spent walking places with Dustin. We tried to invade Dr. Mo's Western class, but we were defeated at the Battle of Lepanto. Damnit. We also asked Mrs. Hatcher to what political party she belonged, only to be told she was a Jeffersonian and hasn't voted in a long time. It's sad. She should vote more often. Dustin also told me the sad story of the abrupt termination of his love affair. I've never heard a sadder story in my life.

Oh, and I forgot to tell you, I'm running for pope. Contact your local priest, who will contact your local bishop, who will contact your local archbishop, who will contact your local cardinal. Or just find out how to contact your local cardinal. I'm too lazy to do it for you.

Oh, and Isabel gave me a monkey. More on that later in the blog entry.

Anyway, back to school. Shortly after that, I had to tutor, but only for a few minutes. There was only one assignment to be worked on, and my student already knew basically what to do. We looked for Mrs. Coleman but she had disappeared, so I was free to go. I went back to the upper school and stuffed my monkey between Isabel's breasts.

Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me And My Monkey.

Then, I had Spanish class, where I decided that I needed a red Jewish star button. I made a red Jewish star buddy icon, complete with hammer and sickle, but I have yet to find a button. Maybe I'll have to make one myself. Everyone left Helana and I alone in the front row and I was sad because I was lonely and Señor wouldn't sit next to us. Maybe next time.

When I got home, I discovered that my new LCD Soundsystem and Bloc Party albums had arrived. They're both great.

So, that's all for today. Check tomorrow for another ridiculously long, rambling, ADD blog entry.