Not bad. Some guy checked me into the woods and I have all these seeds on me. But I got 19:58. So woo!

Humph

Sorry for that post.

Bad mood last night. Anyway. I don't have any homework. Well except to read Guns, Germs and Steel. Which I'm going to do shortly. Well...at 10. Because I do need to read that, even though I'm a good way in. Today is the last day of school spirit week. It's blue and white day. I'm wearing red and black just to spite you people. I feel like I'm forgot something. Well I did forget the blue form for getting my license. But I can't drive till thursday anyway. Hey I can drive the same day I have competetion. Well...legally I can. I won't be allowed to. But I'll get all my information monday morning. Mmm we also get to work in XC today.

Yeah....

bye

There's No Reason

to post this on my blog. But I'm going to. This is kind of why I want a private blog again. Anyway. Today is the first day I've run a workout with pain I could in fact run through. Yeah it hurt. But not as bad as usual.

I'm so tired of people downplaying my injuries. It's getting on my nerves. You know, if I'd run on Wednesday, we probably would have beat TA. So effectively it's partially my fault we lost, because I decided it wasn't worth it to run. I don't think people understand how much it hurts for me to run. Yeah, great runners. They run through all that pain. They're perfect. They're so strong. It's just something you have to run through. Someone who runs through what I felt in track season, or what I felt at William and Mary is a fucking masochist. It hurts to run. Not like muscle pain. Not like that little pain you get in your joints, or that little twinge in your muscles, or even just shin splints. It's like the makes you want to cry hurt. I'm not trying to downplay anyone else's injury's. Someone didn't run the workout today because his knee hurt. At first, I thought, well I'm running. But when I started the actual workout I looked back. I've done my last 3 major workouts on a bike. There's also a senior runner on the team, who is having a pretty bad season because of an injury. A runner on the girls team who I know used to be fast. Really really fast. Now she's finishing near the back. Hah. She's trying harder than me. At least she's running. I guess I just have too much pride to finish that far back, so I decided not to run at all. Yes. I was physically capable of running Wednesday. But I would have come in so far back, I would have felt worse than I did not running. I'm going to run Oatlands. I'm going to do exactly what everyone has been telling me to do. I'm going to run through the pain. Although I've been trying to all season.

I just remember track season last year. The last meet. I ran the two mile, mostly cause coach wouldn't let me drop. I pushed 6 laps of pain. I really pushed through it. But by the end of the 6th, my hip was killing me, and I didn't even want to finish. So I hobbled through with something along the lines of two 98 second 400s. That race kinda broke me. I'm afraid to run into pain now. I still do those workouts for my hip. Because it still hurts. You know. After that meet. I ran about 7 days total. Between that meet, and XC season. It didn't heal. My ankle which I originally sprained in 8th grade, which happened to be weak from never healing right. Is twisted again. My shin splints I have had since 8th grade. None of them have healed. And I'm fucking tired of running with all that pain. Hey, I've had a few good races. I could pretty much take care of my shins last XC season, and my hip hadn't been hurt yet. But it's just wearing on me the season. I'm tired of hurting. But I'm not going to fucking quit either. Just... I'm just tired of being told to push through it. No one knows exactly how I feel. I'm sure Mark is pretty close. I've seen him hobble through more finish lines than me. I just have to wonder if people know exactly how much it hurts.

Well. I'll bet that made me sound whiny, and self centered, and pathetic. I don't fucking care.

I'm Still Bored

I actually did manage to finish my homework. So I have 40 minutes to kill. I like how I have 3 hours of free time in the morning at school. Except it's not really free time, since I'm stuck in the classroom. But first block that classroom has John, Elana, and Faith so I don't need to leave. Mr. Tueting brought sheep in today. That was amusing. No one thought they were real until they actually saw that the big reddish brown thing around his neck was in fact moving. Why would he bring a fake sheep? Come on...it's Mr. Tueting! I'm looking for a time to jam with Ben....gah. It's been since before school started which really isn't that long, but long enough for me. Well, if I hold steady and stick to my decision to not go to homecoming, Ben and Aleina, and...John? And whoever else can come over maybe. We can watch Dogma!! Or something like that.

I forgot my watch today, and I finally realized how dumb I look when I try and snap the band, but I don't have anything on my wrist. Since the retaining plastic piece broke, the watch band is free to snap -as I said earlier- so all I have to do is snap my wrist. But without a watch. I'm just snapping my wrist...and I look really dumb. Whatever. You know. I actually do want to quit XC. This is just a bad season. My shins hurt so bad I can't run at any decent speed down hills. At least my ankle is getting better. It hasn't hurt this week. Hmm is it possible to tape your shins? Doubt it. Maybe Icyhot would help. Or coolheat if you get it from Dan. I really am not looking forward to Algebra. But I am looking forward to event production. Hmm...I get to get my tux today, although I'll probably be wearing Sean's at the first competition. Hopefully I can get to HHS in time to see at least a little of The Crucible. I won't get any AP points -which sucks- but I'm going to go anyway! I think.

Oatlands this Saturday....the only other nice course this season. Oatlands and William and Mary. Although I've heard Jefferson Forest is pretty nice too. I hope if I just stretch the hell out of my shins they'll not hurt when I run. Oatlands is rather soft.... Starts on grass....continues on grass....down a grass hill into a river...through a wooded area with packed dirt. That'll hurt. Up a grass hill....around a grass turn....and through a gravel/grass finish. I hope it rains there, so it'll at least be soft grass. I'd like to get one good race this season Kthx. Why isn't it lunch time. Why do I have to go to Algebra. I detest that class. It's soooo boring! And long! Although all my other classes are 90 minutes.... It's weird when I come in first block. My day feels so much longer. I hate it. Oooh I'm just going to love next semester. Track, Latin III, Chemistry Honors, English 11 honors, APUS. Fanfuckingtastic. I should probably stack up on AP points this and next 6 weeks. Then I'll be okay...posssibly.

It's always so cold in this building. I love it. But I kinda wish I had a heavier sweatshirt today. I've got a chill. I'm right on the edge of shivering, but I'm not quite that cold. My hands are certianly too cold to type well. Or spin a pencil around, which I could do last night, but not anymore. Hey, that's what Algebra is for. I think one day I'm going to type without hitting the delete key once. I'll bet that'll be a joy to read. I don't think you could read it. I'll do it for one sentance. The duck man mayu swiim i = te laike but my daddy owns the lanke. I started paying attention at the end....not just typing. Hmmm... try again. It's so boring bi being in the career ce this career senter e. especiazllly when lizzy is sleeping, and nndrew no longer ha s this clqasss. And I don't ave any homework to do. None. FOr once I don't ahve any homewoek todo. WHat a surprsie. Okay enough of that. My typing sucks. But that was every key stroke I made. Maybe it's because these keys are so hard to press down, when I actually do it, I end up hitting two or three others by accident.

Well...4 minutes till class change. Bye.

It's Been

One of those days. Although not really. I just needed some way to start this. My day was like any other day. Boring, long, complicated, and rather painful. Although this morning I had to give a new freshman girl a tour because Andrew is no longer a guidance assistant. I actually like giving tours though. This was the third person I've showed around, and by far the most interesting. She talked. She even asked me questions. The first guy refused to talk, even when I asked him questions. I'm not saying I blame him, I'd probably do that same. The second guy...he spoke the most fragmented english, so I had to use my limited knowledge of spanish from latin to try and tell him what everything was. The rest of the time I tried to do my APUS while people came in and out of the career center making as much noise as they could muster. I thought about asking for a pass to the library, but that chair is just so comfortable.

Algebra II.....Mr. Turner is so much more aware than I gave him credit for. So much more. He full well knows Pam and I are passing notes and he's completely aware of every moment my attention wavers for even the slightest amount of time. He then chooses that short span of time to call me out, and ask me the one -well one of a few- question I can't seem to find an answer for. I think next time he calls me out I'm going to say "Mr. Turner, you caught me when I wasn't paying attention, I have no idea what the answer is. What is it?" Instead of fumbling around for an answer. Maybe that'll work. I've got the easiest Algebra homework I'll have all year, and I don't want to spend the 10 minutes to do it. Come on! Just 10 minutes? But no. I don't even wanna touch it. If I go in early tomorrow I can get it done, along with my AP for the next day.

Hmmm...oh I had APUS 4th today. It wasn't very captivating for once. Except when Tueting mentioned something about separatists getting high, and I started to laugh, while the room was dead silent. Andy has deduced that's why people think I'm a stoner. Actually maybe the class did captivate me. I didn't have my watch so I never knew what time it was. Then I looked at the clock and it was 2:49. I figured we'd been in there for 45 minutes...maybe an hour. Not the whole block. Ah well. Ms. Storie was aggravated again today. But I managed to stay on her good side by calling her ma'am, and being polite as usual.
"Thanks Ms. Storie."
"Oh, you're welcome" turns around. "I'm sure all of you have signed in!!!! Hey you! Get out of my room!"
XC was pretty painful because of my shins now. Not even my ankle. But the ride over was fun. Hayden and I talked about random stuff, and tried to figure out how to get to the fair grounds. When I got home I tried to record Chop Suey by System of a Down, but when I got near the very end, it said "audacity has closed unexpectedly, we're sorry for any loss you may have." Lost the whole song. Whatever. It wasn't that good anyway. But now I'm going to go take the night off.

Night

Awful race. Threw up. Barley finished. 166th place. 20:24 Bah

Mah

I really wish the online people would grade my stuff so I could just get on with the class. That'd be nice. But anyway. I think I'm finally done being anti-social on the XC bus. It's fun to sit in the middle now since I'm an upper class men. Since Anthony only sleeps he can have my back seat, and I'll trade him. Anyway....again. I ran a really weird race. I sprinted up the hills, and I rolled down them, but I jogged the straightaways. Who does that? I still ran pretty slow too....but whatever, I'm dropping a minute every race, hopefully I'll run a low 19 at William and Mary. I'm really really bored. I drew a frowning face on my arm because Lizzy was drawing smiley faces, and I felt like counteracting it. My watch band holder broke, so all the excess strap is free to move around, and when I'm running it claps every step I take.

Heh...Ms. Storie is being really nice to me recently. It's probably cause I'm being polite unlike all the football players. She even went as far as to say good luck. Woo! I got on someone else's good side. I finally have some exercises for my ankle, so hopefully it will get better, and not twist again anytime soon. I think I should start doing the exercises for my hip, cause it's starting to hurt again. But I'll talk to her about it. Not making the mistake of waiting 3 weeks again. I'm going to try and run all through the winter, but I'll need to take 2 weeks off after XC, and probably 1 before track starts so I can get better. Because even uninjuerd, running the mile and two mile on the track wears down on my legs. Ah yeah....I've decided I am doing track, but I'm also trying to do the spring play....and forensics....and Latin, English, Chemistry and APUS. Oh that's going to be a fun semester. Oh shit! I have algebra homework.

20:22. Not half bad. I ran a beast race. 8th on the team and my ankle was okay during the race but it hurts now.

Gimpy. Ms. Storie called me gimpy :( i'm not gimpy. Pout

I Should Be Studying

But I'm really tired of reading stuff I've already read twice. I should also probably do my 5 discussion questions, organize my notebook, and do my last drawing. But...I'm not. Not till tomorrow morning second block anyway. I still can't always login to that class. So I'm still doing some of it at home in my spare time. Oh wait. I forgot. I can't go any further ahead, because all my stuff hasn't been graded yet. Grrr.... But if I truly needed to do homework. I'd read all my APUS stuff a third time. But I have no need to do homework. I kind of want some cookie dough ice cream. But I don't really feel like walking up to food-lion either, even though I probably could. My ankle is healing fast, which means I probably just really pissed it off by running on it. Regardless, it still hurts. I've been finding a lot of interesting blogs recently, just by clicking next blog. I actually found one today, and then I saw it on someones away message too. Interesting.

My internet is going to kick me off in exactly....2 hours and 14 minutes. And my room smells really good thanks to this pine incense. And someone said they reminded me of kurt Cobain. I'm having really sporadic thoughts tonight. And it hurts me to start every sentence with and. I'm kind of tempted to play guitar, but I really don't feel like letting my amp warm up, even though it'll only take a minute. I really want some ice cream though...so I might go get some vanilla, and do something creative with it. I feel like I'm just wasting pixels here. I probably am....so I'm going to get that ice cream....and maybe some hot chocolate, cause there isn't any cider yet.

Feels Like Fall

Even though it really isn't. It's like 55 degrees outside. I love it. My ankle still hurts quite a bit, but I can walk without much effort. I still need to turn it out like a frickin' duck, or it hurts though. I managed to record a version of All Around Me today. I probably should have saved the individual tracks cause there are a lot of volume problems, and this annoying background buzz that comes from boosting the volume too much. Whatever. It's only one try. Check it out. www.purevolume.com/zeitghast.
I actually had some fun at the meet yesterday, even though I was in a pretty bad mood after my race. Hah...pretty bad mood? Most people didn't come too close to me. I don't think I looked that angry, but people avoided me until Andy, Anthony and I started talking. I know Bug was talking about me to someones parents for a while, because every time I snuck a glance back that way they were looking at me, and whispering. The whole race Bug was telling me to relax, and this guy I don't even know was like HHS Blue shirt, run through it, just relax and push through it. And when I crossed the line, they were like keep moving, and I was hobbling along, but they were like move faster. I was moving as fast as I could. But the guy who I had just out sprinted and the guy who I had just been out sprinted by grabbed my arms and helped me forward a bit. Kinda surprised me, but whatever. Thanks people I don't even know.

So I have to mow today, and I probably should study some more for APUS. But right now I'm going to go read or something.

The chance to start afresh or wipe the slate clean with someone who’s either been particularly demanding or overly critical is likely to make you feel a lot better today. Deep down you’ll know that you were in the right, but let bygones be bygones and accept the olive-branch. Hey, just what I need.

Hmmm...race went okay. I ran about 2 minutes faster, but I really twisted up my ankle.

So. Really bad twisted ankle. 19:24. Meh

"it would be a lot more interesting if they were only in poncho's" about cheerleaders

Oh and i missed my guitar lesson. Can it get worse?

Well

"A wonderful aspect is in place today and this will have a particularly beneficial effect on your emotional state right now. The alignment of planets in air will also mean that any communication difficulties that you have been experiencing lately will fade away by this afternoon."

Coughbullshitcough.

Quite the opposite actually. Not my day. Hit my head on a fence, twisted my ankle, teeth hurt, hopes crushed.... but hey. Andy called me hardcore.

I'm So Far Ahead

This is annoying. I'm so far ahead in APUS that I don't have any more homework I can possibly do. I'm so far ahead in economy, I don't have anything else I can do. The only class I'm not ahead in is algebra, and if I could, I probably would be. I haven't had homework for the past 2 nights. I went back and started to re-read The Ballard of Jim Shelley, cause I don't have a book with me, and I'm bored out of my mind. But I figure I might as well blog. Hmmm...about the race yesterday?

Yesterday was the first race in a long time I had been nervous. I never really got nervous once I started racing in high school. I remember once in track this year at Allen Johnson I was pretty nervous, but it all wiped away within split seconds of the gun going off. It held with me the entire race. I was shaking on the line, even though I knew we would crush the other teams. As the gun went off I expected the adrenaline burn to go away and my body to feel light as a feather...like it always does. But it didn't. That burn was still there, and I was still worried sick. I tried to hang on to the pack for about the first mile, and I kept second guessing my self. Maybe they're going out slow, and I'll be screwed in the end. Maybe I'm going out too fast. Until I slowly but surely dropped to the back on the pack. After the first loop of the course, I had grown accustomed to the burning sensation, and realized it wasn't going to go away. I tried to charge up the little rise on to the soccer field, but that damn blister on my toe cut open and started bleeding. Or I assume that's where it did.

I really lost the pack at that point. I dropped behind DV-S and the rest of the pack, and barely managed to hold my own against some lee kids. My nerves were psyching me out. I had that constant burn, and I kept trying to slow my self down. I think the only thing that really snapped me out of it was that voice that I hear at every race, spurring me on. I think if it hadn't been for Mrs. Todd I would have been screwed that race. I may not have listened to her advice for once in my entire career, but she gave me the needed boost. Coming down the hill of the tennis courts I started to prepare my self to hit the hill. Then...hey wait a second. Oh dammit! We have to go around the fence. I flat out got annoyed there, and tried to surge down the hill, and up to Banksta and DV-S. Unsuccessfully unfortunately, and when I hit the hill, I wished I hadn't taken that little surge. I couldn 't force my muscles to work any harder. Even with Mrs. Todd shouting encouragements, I couldn't bring my self to do it. When I topped that hill, it was all I could do to keep running.

I took Bair's advice and took 7 surging steps over the top of the hill and gained considerable distance on two of the guys trailing me. In an attempt to prepare for the next hill, I slowed my turn over, and lengthened my strides out, trying to catch my breath. Then I hit the two mile and heard 14:17. Oh Hell no I though. No way no way no way am I going that slow. I sped up my turn over, and went into race mode. Charging up the hill and surging over the top of it into the woods. The second I hit the trail, the wood chips gave out and I slid a considerable distance off the trail. Without even bothering to check the cuts on my legs, I made a bee line to the next part of the trail, and took the last 2 runners between DV-S Banks and me. Surging out of the woods, I held onto the back on DV-S and Banks, trying to take a seconds break, and when the hill turned down I took off. Kyle slapped me on the back, and yelled encouraging things at my back, spurring me further ahead. Until I was flying down the hill, purple and sky blue rushing beside me. I managed to catch 4 people on the down hill, and when I looked back up, I saw another navy blue jersey.

This is my lucky day I though for a second. Before taking off in a mini surge towards Bani and the 3 guys between us. Coming down the short dip I took one of them, and then up onto the baseball field, I took another. And when I finally got to Bani, that nervous feeling hit harder than ever. What if he's baiting me, I thought. And then that famous pre quote that Eric Clopper managed to mangle floated across my mind, and I took Bani and the remaining Waynesborro guy beside him. Charging up the hill and dumping everything I had into that last 50 meters. Which didn't happen to be much. As I crossed the line, I was handed a 16th place card. Yes I thought, 16th again, and hey....wait a second...I was 9th....I beat two people on the team....yes!!! I managed to pull out 7th on the team. Varsity.

Not half bad. I still don't know my time, and I won't know until friday. But I'm feeling pretty good about that race. Although I really felt it this morning when I tried to get out of bed. My calves were aching, like I'd run up a bunch of hills or something. Hmm must have been some crazy dream.

So, I ran a chicken shit race. If you dont know what i'm talking about go watch without limits. We dont know our times yet. But I got 7th. Woo!

So you know whats cool? I can do a mobil blog post now. Although it would have to be very short. Like it is now. But this could be interesting :)

Tri-Meet

So, today is our first tri-meet. I'm not the least bit nervous. Hell I've run over 100 races. But I'm a little worried about that nasty hill. The hill I've decided to call Andy because he wanted to name it after himself, and it's fun to make dirty jokes with. I know that hill is going to kill me. I know it is, I'm just hoping I can recover well. I mean, I surge down hill like crazy, and this course has a lot of downhill running, so hopefully I can use that to my advantage. Anyway... I can blog with my phone now, so I'm going to go get ready for the meet. I'll send my time and everything when I finish.

You're Getting Closer. Oh. Nope.

So that last post was number 500. Kinda impressive. Kinda not really. Anyway....I'm so bored in economics. I don't have time to start another lesson, so I'm wasting time playing bowman. I love that game. "oh, you're getting closer, oh oh....nope you got an arrow in your face." I found my ring luckily. It was in my Pumas in Bairs room. I keep thinking someone is going to walk in here and kick me off. Thank God for auto save. So...I tried to bribe Thor yesterday. But it didn't work, he was just a jackass. I said I'd believe in him if he made it rain during our workout. Right when we finished, it started pouring....Jerk...then again, we did have nice cool weather. I need to get back to blogging everyday, but I'm spending wayyy to much time on APUS. Was that workbook meant to be easy?

We have a meet tomorrow.... woo....at least I'll have a chance to run with everyone in the group ahead of me. The only person ahead of me on saturday was Kyle. Mmm...or maybe I'll just run another 21. I hate these key boards. All the frickin' keys stick, and they feel like someone was eating pop corn while they were typing. : P Ick ick ick. I want to bring a laptop, and use their internet. Oh, for anyone who cares. There's a new line of recordings from me with my new mic. www.purevolume.com/zeitghast. They record with really high treble...but whatever. During Layla, I forgot the whole song shifts down a half step, so that's where there's sling of wrong notes in the middle.

Yes only 4 more minutes of class. Eww then I have Algebra. That sucks. But then lunch, and APUS. Woo! Day just get's easier after algebra. But I do have that nasty hour and a half of algebra. Grrr... but easy day in practice. Up down up down up down. Hah...I have a bag of powdered lemonade. Gotta be careful when I pour that into my water, with our schools drug problems and everything. Oh well...anyone in their right mind can see it's not a drug. And anyone in their right mind can see I don't do drugs. Although everyone thinks I smoke pot. I seriously asked most of the people that knew me a little bit less than like Andy and Aleina, and Nat, and such, if they though I was a stoner. Most said yes. Okay what the hell...?

Time to go

The Wall

Todays meet went...better than planned I guess. I'm still not satisfied. At all. I feel like crap actually. I put everything into that race, although I could have done more in the last mile, and my body aches all over to prove it. But for what? I got a 21:24. Grrr.... That makes me 9th on the team behind Bryant, Dan, Keith, Andy, Hayden, Bani, Parker, and Kyle. I guess the fact that it was 95 degrees out didn't really help. I ran a 6:02 first mile, and my second was something along the lines of that, but my third must have been really slow. I still managed to place 16th out of the "developmental" race. What the hell is developmental? That sounds like an insult more than anything. When I finished, it was so hot it felt like the oxygen was like...evaporating out of my lungs, and I couldn't get enough air, and my head started hurting really bad. For a second I couldn't see, and then I fell into some shade, and the effects diminished....somewhat. Anyway, it sucked. The girls team did really good, with two of their freshmen coming in like...top 25. Maria -my forensics parter- got something like 18. In the varsity race. Jesus.

Musings of a Bored Zach

Damn...I hate this keyboard. But hey, I'm on lesson 7 out of 10 on economy. Yeah... I know, I slowed down. I'm only doing 1 per day now. They still haven't graded any of my tests, and I don't have access to the midterm -which is 3 lessons behind me- because they haven't graded any of my tests. And as of right now, I am incapable of logging in. It's rather annoying. I guess the site is just messed up. The whole thing is really slow. So...today is picture day. Ewww. I hate picture day. I hate pictures actually, and I hate people taking pictures of me. Jesus, the login page still hasn't loaded.

Did I write about XC yesterday? I don't think I did, but I'm too lazy to go and check. XC sucked. It made me hate running. We had to run up that beast of a hill 5 times minimum and 9 max. I was hurting after 3 and dead at 5. When I walked up to coach he was like "did you do 6?"
"what are you crazy? no. 5"

"Go do one more."

"what?!"

"one more"

Grrr.... I turned around and threw all my energy at the hill. Yeah. That lasted about 10 second out of 80. By the time I hit the top my muscles were all going "fuck you brain you get down here and work!" and it was all like"Just 10 more meters!" That was unpleasant. When I got to the top just ahead of Jubilee my muscles were all shaking and complaining -they actually didn't stop till I went to bed-. And Bair told us to run down, get a drink, and meet him at the hill. Oh hell no I thought, he isn't that crazy....is he? I was feeling slightly relieved when we got out. Not strides....but hey...hey wait....we're walking towards that hill. Hey stop we're getting too close. Hey wait a second lets talk about this.
'Bair...hey coach....we're getting uh...we're getting a little close to that hill." Dan said
"I'm here to prove a point" Bair said

"You don't need to prove a point, we got it!' said Dan

"Now we're going to run about a third of the way up this hill, 2 times, and the first time, you're going to run with your head down, and your arms behind your back, and the second with your arms pumping and your head up."

It took all of the no longer remaining energy in my muscles to push my self up the hill, especially with the handicap of my arms behind my back and my ead down. I hit the top -well...the middle rather- and just had to tell my self one more. I didn't even feel that last one, I just did it. When we were all grouped at the top, coach told us to just take a cool down lap around the school.
"that's more than I can do" I muttered under my breath. I stood at the top -the middle rather- of the hill just trying to find the energy somewhere in my body. Bair came up to me, and was like "hey you look done for the day."

"hah... I was done a long time ago." I replied, and he laughed

"that's good enough for now, go in and stretch, and if you're aching go to the trainer and whirlpool."

I didn't even have the energy to go to the trainer, I just called my mom, and laid down on his floor.


That's my story. We're running at the farm today. Hopefully we'll just run the course because that's easy. GAH!! I still can't log in! Come on. Humph... I have APUS today. At least that's a good class. I have...3 good classes and one bad. Algebra is bad. Grrr... But AP and event production, and economy are good. Well, as good as school gets that is. So I just got my picture taken, and I look so stoned. It's amusing. She wouldn't take the picture till I smiled, but I can't smile, so she made me hold that fake smile, and on three I just dropped it. Look just like I do every year. Stoic. And stoned. I've given up on Economy for now. I think I'm just going to read...or something to amuse my self. Today is wednesday....so I have forensics practice tomorrow....and I also have event production. Oh yeah...I planned that one. So I can actually eat lunch.

I like this tomb. I'm actually going to keep that typo. I like this room. Mainly because it's empty. Well except for Andrew, but he doesn't count. No one ever walks in here, or disturbs me, or anything. It's great. Except when I start towards Algebra. It drives me crazy having to fight through the crowds of people. Too bad next semester will be like a normal year. Latin, Chemistry, English, and AP/Event. Hmm...know what else is good about this room? These computers...except they keyboard. They are staff computers...so none of the crap restrictions you get on student ones. You can even access some of the banned websites. Some.

Anyway, I'm going to go read.

Good Day

Hah kind of strange when you think about it. Good day. Thats a rare occurrence on a school day. First block was amazing, cause guess what. I don't have one! Hahaha suckers. Second block I actually got some work done. Gasp. It's so easy that I can't stay motivated. Algebra II is so boring, and I'm surrounded by morons, but it didn't really make any impact on my day. Heh, event production makes me happy. While the whole rest of the class was stuck doing book work, Andrew and I got to do drama work, like move shelves and boxes and stuff. It sounds boring, but we find it amusing. Us theater geeks.

Anyway, I got my forensics partner today. Looks like it's going to be really good. Maria is really nice to work with, and I could see Walton twiddling his fingers in excitement. It's this skit about a crazy guy who meets this famous actress in hollywood and is really annoying. And she finally flips out on him, and he gets all sad, and it's sickening how pathetic it is. Fun stuff. First rehearsal is thursday.

Mmm

Jack White has awful tone live.

Thought I'd point that out. But he's an amazing performer. I forgot to post so...I'm failing at making up for it. I've been writing more songs recently. Styled more like System of a Down mixed with the white stripes first album of heavier stuff.

Yeah...not sure what else. Been playing lots of music, and reading.

Night