On Friday

It dawned on me that it had a whole ten years since I had been in first grade. It feels so distant and yet it's so vivid at the same time. I lost my Detroit Lions pencil underneath the east side desk. The teacher's lounge was right in between the printing rooom and where we had all our backpacks. The time there were 5 bees and we couldnt tak our spelling test. I even remember where I sat, somewhat. I just really miss it a lot sometimes.

And then it hit me right when I wasa about to take our history test. Not the best time to get a little teary eyed but I think it helped me in a weird sencse.

I'm sure that I've all told you gus that they had me multiplying in the back room during first grade and everyone else was like "what's 5 + 2, Jose? Angelica, do you know?" And they had me reading all this 3rd and 4th grade crap about truck rodeos. I just wish I could remember the assistant teacher's name. But oh well. I guess that's just history nobody cares about, cuz I've got hw to do. Need to go find a pencil to start right now.

Me Being UNpredictable Again

Let's all go get drunk by the bridge and then if anyone sees us and doesn't try to rape us or somnething than maybe they'd give us a dollar? What do ya think?


Math sucks; just making sure you all knew that. I had this envision where my calculator was an asylum and there's this suicidal maniac inside who has to do all the problems and when the person dies, for one reason oir another, we just replace the batteries. I just saw someone pounding on the little LCD screen from the inside. Just thought you'd like to know.

I nw have approximately 30 seconds inbetween finishing my homeowrk and mom coming home to think, granted there are no interuptions, like someone calling me on my cell phone or the cat begging for all milk or

Damn. Out of time already. Door's a knockin.

Don't say anything

I'm angey and pissed off right now. I need slepp and I cfan't and I yell at myself when I get too much because I have hw to do. Math and history and AcDec DAMMIT! sigh. I'm just not generally happy. I mean it was cool that we won on Friday but the PSAT just tookn any hope from me and stomped on it like a slug. I'm not getting that Nationla Merit. I know it. everyone will be dazed and confused because I didn't. I justr dont see any point in going to school tomorrow, but I have to because Ibdon't want to have to make up anything. Besides, I have so much i need to make up to myself. I seriously need some metime. This helps a bit, but it's just taking away more time. Sigh. And I'm still so tired. I can blame it on the heat, but that's not my fault.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

Here I am, less than a day away from the PSAT and I am a nervous wreck! I am sooooo bad at vocab it's not even funny. Maybe I'd ber better if I'd learned all those roots. Oh well, I guess I'm just screwed.

Because I have nothing else to do, here is a list of all the words I've missed in my first few hours of testing. I know some of them are a little on the easy side, but I have excuses:

1. I suck at vocab.

2. There were some close choices, like on "Eradicate", which isnt below, mind you, one of the choices was "to eradicate; to destroy" and another was "to erase, to destroy" so it's a close game.


ambulatory arbiter aromatic asperity balk banter broach conducive convoluted curtail daunt draconian efficacious enrapture flounder fulminate gallant gawk immutable insightful insurrection interim itinerant multifaceted neophyte palatial perigee peripatetic pertinent platitude propound prosaic retard scurrilous sublime travesty treacherous truism ubiquitous (isn't that a pancake brand? :) ) uncouth vagrant viable and vindicate.

Oh bother.

Bug-Eating Robot Monkey yeah!

Thanks Elise I'm a 7.0, kinda like that new AOL version. Or do I just need to keep up with the times?

I don't know, it just seems to me that we're all becoming these zombie slave students who are at any moment about to start sucking the blood from any person near us in a non Dracula way. We wake, we stake at work, we weep before we we sleep. EVERY GODDAMN day! And it sucks. Now, I don't know which deity to thank for the 4 day week, probably the one I haven't been keeping up ties with, but that's a diferent story. So now tomorrow I do what? Sleep? No. Slave? yes! Why the hell did I do AcDec? I havent started with the thing and I'm already abjuring it (oh yeah, Mr. Big SAT word person using all the big words from English class) . Don't get me started on the PSAT. I am dreading it so. I know it wouldn't be the end of the world if I didn't qualify the the NMS but it would definitely put a serious hamper in my plans. Like I can still ctach a decent number of fish even if there's a big hole in the middle. I've been practicing all these SAT practice tests for the last two hours and I've done all right for the most part but it's just that I've never been good, that good, at English. Yeah, so I got a 61 and a 63 out of 80 last year. That's damn good, butv it's not near damn good enough. I do't know why I suck at it so such, suck as in UHS I-got-a-B-I-must-go-hang-myself-now suck. Now my neck hurts.

dare I start homework now? Or is this a futile attempt by the math gods to torment me? Calc, whoop. I've had enough of you woman. Get out of my house! And take your stupid dogs and those ugly dresses of yours, too!

Mom never had it so tough.

Deliberating

I am a juror. Yeehah! I love history class, for the meanwhile. It's just that I am not a fan of public speaking. Not that I'm afraid of it, but I get too shy offstage. Once I'm out there, though, I'm ok. It's just that little tug that gets me. And it sucks.

Do you think we could have such a long time deliberating that the class doesn't have to do anything for a day or two? We could be a hung jury! And we could order pizza and get those little plastic paper cups, you know, thje ones with the little grooves in them or something, all red and white on the inside and all pretty and fancy, modern trend Finding Nemo or something on the outside and we can get some Pepsi or Sunny D and make it like a really cool, masculine tea party (as in tea with "special powder" in it).

But now I gotta go finish my hw. Stpid integrals.

Well it's about damn time!

Geesh. Sorry, peeps; my computer's been down (I now pretty much call it a 'pooper' for obvious reasons) and I haven't had time to put anything up. It was really uncool.

You know, I've just been thinking a heck of a lot and nothing seems to make sense. I mean, expect for the math :l But that's getting old. My pre-algebra teacher called me up the other day (She's retired now) and wanted to ask me if I still thought math was fun. How am I supposed to answer that? I said "kind of" and left it ambiguous there. Then she went on telling me about these calc classes she's taking at Pima and how the teacher, while she has a sense of humor, is demanding and formulaic. So that was the essence of that conversation.

Actually, it seems like I've been having a lot of talk with people lately, whether it be commiserating on some exam or about things in general.

Person: Hey, Mitch, wouldja do me a favor?

Me: Sure. What?

Person: Get the knife out of my pocket and cut my neck...

Me: Ok... but if I take your knife and then cut my throat, too, then there will be no one to cut yours

Person: That doesn't make sense.

And I'll leave that one there.

In weight training, my buddy/spotter/pal was talking about how he'd gone through heaven and hell in 2 days. He went to court for running a red light and won; I guess all those debate things we learned last year may come in handy after all. Then he went on telling me about how his ex-girlfriend basically went and formed a mob against him and were apparently about to go after him or something; not cool. I tried my best Dr. Phil and told him to not let their crap pull him down, 'cuz you know, how many teenagers get to shoot down a cop (figuratively), the one who gave you the ticket, and destroy his testimony with his own evidence? I was in awe.

But it's just weird how conversation and conservation work so well together; I mean we communicate to keep what we got, for the most part. Annie and I wrote a short dialogue with a Jimmy Eat World song in the middle of drama and we got Rau to say he was horny. Er, Henry. Yeah.

So now I just have to wait again to see if fate's medicine ball will be too heavy to catch to throw back or not. Toodles.