Happy Friday! Not going swing dancing tonight, but I'm sure there are things I can find to do around here. Today was actually a pretty . . . interesting day, so allow me to give you all a recap.

(Side note: My Dad said he'd give me a ride to swing dancing next weekend)

First of the first, started off the day with Story-Day in Mr. Roa's room, in which he tells us a series of stories derived from his sanity, or lack there of at times. He's had a lot of really amazing things happen to him, and he's a really nice guy, so with that combination story days are usually a lot of fun.

We had a substitute second period, but we of course have homework . . . an opinionated essay, which most of you know I've finished already, and of course an outside reading report which is due sometime when we get back. The funny thing is, I don't really know when we get back. It's probably going to be around two weeks, but I'm honestly not quite sure.

Third period was also a substitute teacher, which didn't surprise me because Mrs. Larkin told me she wouldn't be there, because she is/was getting married today. I'm excited for her! I think it's really a special thing, but I don't think it's fair that we got homework and she wasn't even there - she's off getting married and having fun! Oh well . . .

Break was the thing that probably the most special to me all day, mainly because I'm typically a pretty shy guy. Anyway, I asked nameless for her phone number, and if she'd like to go out some time. She looked pretty taken-aback, which was a disappointment, but then she gave me her cell phone number, which was kind of neat. All together though, I've heard a lot of different things - like that she has a boyfriend already, and all this other stuff, so I'm not exactly skating on the fine line of optimism, but rather considering the worst possibilities right now so that it doesn't hurt me later. Either way, I left her a message on her voice mail with my phone number, because she didn't pick up, and I'm hoping that at some point she'll return my call. I guess this is what I get for trying to start a relationship in High School.

Heh . . . I was talking to my friend Dan about that just today. Dan's a good guy, he's an athletic, intelligent, scholar-athlete kind of guy. We were talking about student relationships, and he was telling me what a pain they are for him and such. Dan's a smart guy, so I was curious as to "what the hell are you thinking Dan" sort of thoughts. I always thought of him as a guy who had no trouble with anything - women - whatever it may be. But he told me that people always end up thinking of him as "just a friend", and I told him that I could thoroughly relate. I also told him that being the shoulder to cry on is sometimes the best shoulder to be. I don't think he heard me say that, but at least I have a sense of consciousness that I did.

So, yeah, I look forward to a potential date, and to doing lots of homework, and to seeing as many friends as I can with the time I have. Tomorrow, I have to stack wood and clean the church, so I'll be pretty busy. Perhaps if I have time I do a little more work on the Portola site, and maybe even play a few video games or something. Basically though, my priority tomorrow is work till I have no more work over the break, and my life can be an easy, restful, and relaxing time.

It kind of bugged me, because both of my parents asked me, "Are you okay?" today when they got home. I suppose I look tired and sick or something . . . my mom said I looked depressed, and my dad said I looked sickly. I suppose I should take a nap or something, so I can feel refreshed. I'm glad they care about me so much as to ask, but I was FEELING fine, and it seemed like they were poking at something that I had no idea of.

I'll probably end up going to see Lord of the Rings one of these days over the break, I heard it was a good movie. I'll most likely go with Adam and his mom because we're a Lord of the Rings fan club I suppose. At the same time, I dislike all the subliminal messaging in the story though . . . It's brilliant writing, but I think toward the end of his career Tolkien was bored with writing, and merely produced for the sake of hoarding an absolutely saintly amount of cash. That's the biblical way I suppose. (Tolkien was a serious Christian man). I might get shot for saying that, but before I do, let me say,

"Merry Christmas, and take care my friends!"