so, just got a phone call from my dad.  apparently, i was selected as part of the "who's who" among high school seniors.  it's cool, i guess.  i know, i know, pretty much everyone who gets half decent grades (ie, me) gets chosen for it, but still, allow me this moment of accomplishment, won't you?

1&2:
double of acting.  fias wasn't there, we had the aryan lookalike mr jeans who just looks totally out of place talking about anything related to literature.  talked about east of eden.  i want to look like james dean.  shallow?  i don't know.  he's got a cool look to him.  i want to live during this time period.  other than that, we didn't do much.  the other kids sat around, looked up definitions for "jew" in the dictionary, and laughed about it.  they then went on to make fun of oriental people and dead animals.  i put my head on the desk and tried not to think about what i was going to do fourth period.  more on that later.  anyway, this is why our school needs advanced acting or something; so i'm in it with fallon and jen and the like and not these people. 

ever sit in a room and not feel the least bit of connection or kinship with anyone in there?  that's how i feel in acting.

3:
graphics was better.  chilled with andrew for most of it.  we worked on web pages the past week or so, and his was a page dedicated to retarded people.  it was really sick.  anyway, i guess stitzer found it, and has a warrant out for andrew's head or something.  stitzer found daly and a couple other kids yesterday reading the page and laughing, and then went to it himself.  daly told him the page was funny, and stitzer was like "that's not funny.  that's just sick."

so, today, andrew changed the entire page around and put pics of triumph the insult dog from conan o'brien on the site.  stitzer printed out a copy of the page anyway, and probably just turned it into the office, like he did with the "songs in the key of michael silly stitzer" cd cover andrew and i made him for christmas.

if that teacher lasts till next year, it'll be a miracle of human dedication (or he's just a glutton for punishment and ridicule.)

4:
the big period.  i asked michelle to prom.  i originally planned on making her a mixtape and putting the question right after a specials song or something, but i never got it finished, and she leaves for south carolina today, so it was now or never.  i wrote her a note saying something about "i had to ask you something at the end of the mixtape that i never finished but now i have to ask it now."  i was babbling like an idiot, but didn't want to hand her a piece of paper with scribbled out words all over it and didn't want to start over.  anyway, i ended up asking her in a note, since i'm too much of a pussy to do it face to face.

why should i be?  i've known her all my life, been through a whole lot with her, been friends with her longer than anyone else i've known, pined for her, etc etc.  she's been a friend, a true friend, and i doubt i'll ever have one closer than she.

so, why was i so nervous asking her?

it's just me, i guess. i get worked up over the smallest things.

anyway, she said yes, and i couldn't be happier!

here's a conversation we had the other night, when i knew i wanted to ask her but couldn't seem to find the right time.  it stressed me out, to be sure.  i saved it, since i thought it might be funny in retrospect.  i might be.

BassC440: so, did you ask whoever you're going to ask to prom yet?
(ack!  leave me alone, lady.  i haven't even had the chance to ask you yet.  what do i say what do i say what do i say!?  thank god we're not face to face, i'd have to do it now.  i'll just say no)
mistertravis: i have not
BassC440: oh 
BassC440: but you're going to get a tux this weekend
(yeah. did you get a dress yet?)
mistertravis: yes
BassC440: exciting!
mistertravis: i'm gonna do it by then
(if i can find you alone sometime.)
mistertravis: i hope
(i hope)
BassC440: well what are you waiting for
(shut up!  you make this so hard on me)
mistertravis: a moment alone, i guess
(or i'm just a pussy.  either or)
BassC440: i see
BassC440: well, good luck to you my friend!
mistertravis: thank you, thank you

i really wish i could've done it on the mixtape, but, hey, all's well that ends well.

5:
the thing about having fias twice in a day is that if she's not in school and you have a sucky substitute, you've gotta have him twice, too.  so, yeah, mr jeans was in journalism too, and that sucked.  though not as bad as acting, since i had hannah, shane and abbi to chill with.  matt longer and i are going ghost hunting this weekend for my investigative report, so that'll be cool.  pretty much just joked around with hannah and shane in here.  i don't care what anyone thinks of hannah - i think she's a cool cat, and that's all the matters.

lunch:
me:  adam, i had friggin' mr. janes in journalism.
adam brumbaugh:  that guy's stupid.
me:  doesn't it make you mad to know that girls fall in love with a guy you're ten times smarter than?

grrrr.

6:
no weidman!  i guess there was an english conference or something.  i thought fias was out for more testing, which made me upset, since she's an extremely cool teacher.  anyway, just sat around and read travels with charley off of weidman's book rack, since i forgot the thompson book i was reading.  had a very interesting conversation with kim.  she was reading a tale of two cities, and i copied a quote from it ("we had everything before us, we had nothing before us": i hate the book, but that quote is cool) onto my psychology folder.  she came back over from bothering michelle and steph across the room, and then saw the quote.  i had, at this point, returned to reading.

kim:   hey, that's a quote!
me:   (while reading)...yes.
kim:   where'd you get it?
me:    (still reading)...the first sentence of the book.
kim:   oh.  really?  cool!

christ.

7&8:
adult and family.  michelle and i announce our in-class engagement, and got our cards pinned together.  we'll be raising a plent together soon enough.  mrs. laub made more bitter comments about love and marriage.  daly, jay and alan hensler said they still wanted their gay marriage, but mrs. laub wouldn't let them do it.  other than that, did meaningless worksheets.  how am i getting a "b" in that class?

good day, over all.  no rehearsal tonight, since most of the cast is away at new york on the gifted/music department feild trip.  maybe it's only music dept now.  they used to open it up to kgsh.  i wish they still did.  i liked les mes.

heard "no sleep till brooklyn" on the radio on the drive home, which explains the title of this afternoon's entry.  another funny radio note:  queen stopped playing, and like a minute after the song was over and some other song had started plahing, meredith randomly yells "another one bites the dust!"  silly, crazy girl.

sexy beast, here i come.