April 23rd, 2004

this is me

there's a man with a gun over there.

Two more before-school History sessions, plus tomorrow's practice AP test. No more study guides! Hallelujah!

There's also two more before-school English sessions. I kind of like those, actually. For that matter, I'm getting used to this whole getting-to-school-early jazz. I also like school starting at 7:00. Am I strange? Don't answer that.

The school year is winding down.

We began watching Cyrano de Bergerac in French. We're supposed to watch the American movie Roxanne, avec Steve Martin, but I'm probably not going to do that. Bad Adam! Do your homework!

I didn't fail my Italian test... suprisingly. I did better than Will, yet again - 100% to his less-than-perfect score. Haha bitch. I had nothing to do during lunch, so I was granted permission to read Mary's paper-journal. She really is an excellent writer. I'm tempted to start my own handwritten journal (even though I know I won't write in it).

I belayed for Steve (and God, did I ever get rope burn) and Alma, anchored for Willie, and tried going up the grey. Before I went up, I decided to make it halfway up, as there was a pleasant looking hold right there. Suprise, surprise - I managed it! I was able to use the side of the other thingy, which helped me go up. I probably could have gone farther, but I chickened out again. I just forget that I'm perfectly safe, that I won't kill myself if I fall... and I fuck up. I'll try orange on Monday.

In English, Mr. Gray scooted his chair right over to be in between Claire and myself, which was somewhat entertaining. I got my seventh perfect binder in Chemistry (the only person in the class to manage this feat, might I add!), Mrs. Ryken got a call... and we were let out at 2:55. She had to go to the emergency room, due to, er, female problems. Pregnant female problems.

I found Kris and followed him around for a while after school. I met andendquote which was nifty. We [Kris and myself] watched various band people (including Joe, Christina, etc) play various hand games. Then Kris attempted to burn a flower petal.

So I get home to my father pestering me to mow the lawn. I mow. The landlord to the jerk's house next door offered me five bucks to pick up trash on his lawn - how could I turn that kind of money down? I do it. I get needles lodged into my hands, ladida. It took me an hour. And then the nice neighbor's mother brought her grandchildren out. They were cute. Why are young girls so much, er, less destructive than young boys?

I am an old man. :(

Tomorrow is AP grr grr. I hate History.

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