Another good day in the realm of me, started out by walking to the bus stop in my favorite weather condition - wind and rain (which makes the rain slant at just enough of an angle that makes it like taking a shower. The only problem is, I don't like cold showers in the morning. Did the usual social lingo thing, talked to a few different crowds of people and such - the usual morning crowd of my swing dancing friends and company, my good friend Katie, and I even attempted to talk to Tiffany but I've realized that's a lost cause and a waste of my time, because she totally ignores me unless in the company of others, and on terms of a relationship we'd never be able to amount to anything. I do not care for her any longer though, at least on the level of relationship that would mean anything special, so I hope she doesn't waste her time either, because it would spare me the anxiety of dealing with it as a problem. I think it was a foolish decision to even attempt to talk to her, because I know well already that she and I are incompatible, however even after a nonexistent relationship, there's still a desire for friendship at times. I guess stupidity lingers even in the mind of the intelligent at times.

Anyway, I probably shouldn't have digressed right there, but the human mind is funny sometimes and does silly things like go off talking about issues of non-importance. This morning in drafting I spent a good deal of time contemplating what I'm going to draw, and I've finally decided that my next piece of work is going to be a grocery crate. Yes, a grocery grate. I'm going to apply all of my contemporary drafting knowledge to design a blue, plastic (solid) object with a lot of evil triangles. I suppose people have already done such things before, however my grocery crate is going to be . . . my grocery crate.

English was really good today, but I suppose that's also due to the fact that I'm gaining a sincere appreciation for fine classical literature. I want to read several other interesting classical novels in the near future, to feed that incoming thirst for knowledge. We're still studying those nifty Latin roots, which is the basis to so many words in the English language that it simplifies things incredibly (for remembering definitions of practically any word). An example of this: phil or philo - to love, and sophy - knowledge combine to make the word philosophy which by definition means "love of knowledge" literally. It's a good way to get good grades, all one has to do is remember simple roots. But the thing that really rocked about today is that we were assigned an essay (for the future), and I've already got an amazing topic - since he chose the essay category to be opinion writing, I've chosen my topic to be whether or not one really has freedom of speech, or whether we are just swayed into believing we have freedom of speech. I'll probably stay with an objective point of view, but stay with the idea that we have a restricted and limited speech ability, and that whenever our voice flows against what some higher force that I do not know deems conceivable, then we are smite down.

The day went on, yada yada yada, and basically I understood everything in Algebra II, and everything in Chemistry, although I didn't do quite as well on the test as I thought I had, because I only had an 89/100 whereas I thought I had scored higher marks. Oh well, at least I managed to overcome my anxiety, which makes he happy whether I got a good grade or bad grade. Personally I don't consider an 89% in an Honors Chemistry course a bad grade, so I am happy . . . although I must admit I didn't understand why I missed two problems . . . I'll have to seek him out and probe him for partial credit, because one more point is an A-, which counts for an A in the honors category, which would thereby keep my grade in the 4.0+ range. That would make me a jolly soldier.

I suppose that was all stream of conscious above and it didn't make much sense to any of you, and I realized that it was also extremely hypocritical considering I hate being judged and I hate being graded, but I feel as though one can hate something but endure it at the same time . . . just an analogy - do you think someone who has been abused wanted to be abused? Usually the answer is no, but they endured it and lived on because they had to, they had no other choice but to accept what has happened to them in the past. Just as one must accept the past, I too must also accept the past, and take my piece of crud grades like a manly man.

I ran a great deal in P.E. today. Jake Robbins and I played a great game of basketball together - of course we lost since we were playing two players who play far more than us, however it left me with an insatiable passion for pointlessly throwing a ball into a hoop (hint of sarcasm). No no, I'm not sure now . . . I had a great deal of fun and what not, and I'm sure I sprinted a lot, and it was awesome to play with Jake, but the whole idea of basketball in general turns me off . . . so does baseball really . . . "Man wielding stick beat ball. Man always win over man." It's certainly just another analogy for man's inhumanity to man, only this time it's being done through civilized sport, rather than masking itself in the depths and crevices of literature and speech.

I find it funny how George Bush's economic advisors resigned - they have abandoned their country when we have the largest national debt. Cowards.

I've got some math homework that I'm ready to drop the bomb on, so I'll go finish that up before dinner.

Take care my friends.