listening to the emo mix disc michelle burned for me for only like the second time ever.  i keep forgetting to put it in my changer.  now it is.  i'll leave it in there.

today was all right.  pretty good, actually.  started off trying my tux for the fashion show on at 6:30 am, and it fit.  looks pretty good, if i do say so myself.  and i do.

got my english paper back.  an 88.  i was overjoyed, but right after we get it back, weidman launches into some diatribe against just "doing average" in classes.  he lapsed into his whiny emo voice, complaining about how he sees too many people capable of getting a's in his class just settling for b+'s or a-'s.  he blamed it on our school's lack of a plus/minus system on report cards.

screw im.  i worked four hours on my paper, and if that's going to get me an 88, so be it.  every one of those ideas in the paper were my own, from my own brain.  i might not've meant all of what i said, but damned if it wasn't totally original.  i cited one resource, and that's because i only utilized one resource to write my paper.  i put hours into it, and it was four hours that i could've spent doing other things.  i worked long and hard on it, and to have him tell me i was just "settling" for a b+...

for one thing, i'm not capable of getting an a in his class.  i wasn't when he taught tenth grade honors, and i'm not now that he's teaching twelfth grade honors.  i won't bitch or moan about him...i accept my shortcomings with resignation.

if i do, why can't he?

anyway, i started out saying that today was a good day, so i won't spend too much time dwelling on that.  payday, picked up my pathetic check from bob's.  it was pathetic, but it's a check nonetheless, and as i told someone the other day (can't recall just who, exactly), i know where every single dollar i possess is at any given moment.  i'm broke, and that does strange things to a man's spending habits, not to mention money stashing habits.

this weekend is going to be nuts.  i've got rehearsal tomorrow night, rehearsal at nine saturday morning, then church and work on sunday.  fun fun fun.

but, rachel mentioned going to a movie after practice tomorrow night, so maybe i'll see if she and anyone else is up for that.  i mean to catch death to smoochy with or without her, but it'd be nice to have some company.  amber's going to a party after practice, so she's out.  maybe jason would wanna go, but he's probably got band practice or something else to go with.  so, maybe it'll be just rachel and i.

i always think of funny, irrelevant stuff i wanna write about throughout the course of the day, just utterly random things that happened to me, but by the time i get to a keyboard, i forget about them.

the other day, at lunch, adam b. posed a question to me:  "if you could describe yourself in one word, what would you use?"  (these are the kind of discussions we have everyday.)

"i'm conflicted," he said, defining himself in one word.  "what about you?"

"i don't think," i respond, "you can think of people in terms of a single word.  i mean, a person could be considered pessimistic at times, but optimistic at others.  he could be melancholy at times, and disgustingly happy at others.  no.  can't be done.  you can't break a person down in terms of one word; once you do, they cease to be a multidimensional human being, and simply become a word."

he stared at me for several seconds. then:

"you're analytical."

i laughed.