I just got finished with dinner - my mom made a fresh salad, with leftover spaghetti, and barbecued ribs (a leftover night indeed, but very tasty). Today was wonderful, but exhausting. That's one thing I've noticed about my life - I leave early, I come home late, I'm exhausted, and then I sleep. I want to savor the teenage years that I enjoy, not have them pass me by like the whirling second hand going round and round the clock.

Today was good. Today was very good. I got my results for my last quarter of work in school. 5 of the 7 teachers said I was an excellent student, the other two had no commentary. I had 6 As, and one B (not counting pluses or minuses on grades) - that made a weighted GPA of 4.17. I was pretty excited, but a lot of people tell me I've earned it. Thanks . . !

After school I went to the dermatologist. My cold was acting up and it was a pain to deal with, but I did my Algebra II homework and a little bit of my Spanish. I listened to Beethoven and music from my GATE class all the way there, I thought it would be better than it was . . . too many volume changes to make it enjoyable - maybe it's just because I have that cold though, and it felt like things were hammering my ear drums the entire way there. Oh, the dermatologist is a moron if I didn't mention it. I felt like part of a herd of cattle - like he was rushing me for the next appointment, not really listening to me after he'd asked me a question. Very rude. He tried prescribing all this fancy stuff, but I decided to tell him I'm happy with who I am, and those people who actually do love me won't care if I have a non-contagious skin condition for the next few years. Big deal, if I don't mind it, neither should you, it's all part of life!

My Algebra II teacher asked us this question today . . . "Who is Alice". He told us that he was talking about the Alice from Alice in Wonderland, or rather about the author. So, when I got home I looked up who wrote the story, and learned a little bit about him. He also came up with the mirroring theorem for inverse lines on the graph y=x. I thought about it a bit more, and with the help of my dad came to the conclusion that Alice is a reflection of the sensible British society, and that the non-sensible responses she receives exemplify the theorem on a non-mathematical level. Fun stuff!

By the way, some of you may be curious as to my title today. I've been watching the anime series (thanks Jake), and my reading has actually gotten quite a bit faster. Not only that, but I am able to distinguish a series of Japanese phrases. Misoshuri is soup, "Caballiyo" (or something like that) is cute, "Haiy" is yes/roger/affirmative, and Ki is the will that comes from one's mind - force perhaps. I'll let you interpret that, my mind is fried.

My Spanish notebook is due tomorrow, I've got some English I should do, and I have a Chemistry test tomorrow. Also, I will be receiving my results for the Algebra II test I took and felt well on tomorrow - it'll probably effect my writing mood, so I'll let you know how I did.

I wanted to go to the weight room after school today, but the dermatologist took priority. It was neat going with a friend, any of you should feel free to join me. I'll probably go this Wednesday if I feel up to it, and definitely this Friday.

Yikes, I was thinking about it, and my schedule is packed. Monday (today) . . .Tuesday I have Improv Acting and GATE after school, Wednesday is Chess Club and weights, Thursday is my free day, and Friday is the typical, "Bob goes to work and swing dances afterwards" thing. I love swing dancing nights though now, so it's worth it.

I've been wandering around a bit at lunch lately, integrating in different crowds, associating with whom I please. I'm actually looking for particular people though . . . right now I'm fairly happy wandering around because I get the visit with many different people with that diverse state of being. I've been spending some friends just outside the office and the bathroom areas lately, directly next to what is called the "outcast" tree, but I wouldn't call myself an outcast necessarily, and nobody there is either. It's all one big disgusting finger pointed at those who are different by popular culture. I say that with a bit of distaste and opinion, mainly from past experience, but I've noticed that those who point that finger are the very same who imitate those who they harassed. There's always a group of people who create, and a group of people that mooch from the creators. We could call it punk and popular culture, but I could literally write for hours on the fine lines that lie between them, and I'm not physically up for that at the moment. Perhaps in a later entry I'll give you all my Punk vs. Popular culture analysis.

Was thinking of things I could do with the Chess Club, and my Mom gave me a great idea for a faculty vs. student chess tournament. I'm going to try to organize it.

Try smiling more, see if it helps attract people around you. I just finished hearing that people who smile more are proven to be accepted and liked more than those who are depressed or "icky".

Love the life - Take care my friends.