i'm a little teacup
short and stout
here is my kettle
here is my spout

funny the things you dig up when it's late and you're bored. not the nursery rhyme but xanga. i would have kept going with the rhyme but i forgot the rest of the words.

i guess i haven't been here in a year. does anyone still use this? the written word's a very strong and completely forgotten medium in this age of photos and music and video and mad networking. although i have to admit i cringe when i read the kinds of things i wrote three years ago. kinda cute, except i think if i met my sixteen-year-old self on the street right now i'd make fun of him.

cal won yay

mariners lost boo

fishing yay

school boo

funny how some things never change. i disliked school ten years ago and i disliked school five years ago and i dislike school now. the only difference is that now i know how potentially destructive it could be that i'm amusing myself with ancient blogs right now. oh well. life's short, and i'm a narcissist who likes the sound of his own voice.

hello hello
is there anybody out there?
just nod if you can hear me
is there anybody home?

that's pink floyd, by the way.

this is funny. it's like talking to yourself only not.

cheers

and the mighty warrior has returned.

boy a person changes a lot in two years.

i'm hungry

For the people or person who thinks my life is interesting enough to write about...ha. It's really not. I just used to have a lot of free time on my hands. But I'm writing in here anyway...and since I don't have anything to say but want to keep typing until I do, ah...let's see. Oh. *calls attention to new profile pic which you've probably seen already* There's also a photo album at the bottom which has no personal pictures whatsoever, just my bassoon, a dirty joke, and my newest pair of headphones. Haven't looked at that in a long time. So. How's everyone's lives?

Felt sick yesterday...cumulation of too many nights with less sleep than is probably healthy or reccomended by the surgeon general. That plus my obsessive coffee consumption probably ensures that I won't grow another inch. It hit a peak the other night, when I tried to study for two tests and kind of half-slept on the couch until 5, whereupon I woke up, went to bed, and got up again at 5.45 to go to school. I'm probably lucky I even got a C on the Precalc test, although I don't even want to know how U.S. History fared.

Highlights of Friday: buying one of those new half-sugar Pepsis and promptly throwing it away after one sip. It's like diet, only with less sugar. Flipping through the sample yearbooks with my earnest yearbook comrades and laughing our heads off at some of the things people deemed worthy of entry into their yearbooks. Leaving at four, making it the first time this year I've been able to leave before five and also beating rush hour. I think that's also the first time I was able to merge onto 168 without enraging some crazy Fresnan driver.

Wasn't going to go to the dance because of the aforementioned sickness thing, but figured that there's nothing else to do on a Friday night...got there way too early, walked in, didn't recognize half the people waiting in line. Felt sick again during the dance, turned antisocial again. Sorry to the people who tried to get me to dance/have fun. I appreciate it even if I was glaring at you the whole time. Next time I promise to be more...outgoing? I have an excuse this time besides the whole being tired/sick thing; I was shocked at all the freshmen I hadn't even recognized from around school. Hard to believe there's only a hundred of them. Launched a personal vendetta against our yearbook's cameraman. Some people know too well how to embarrass me.

Played taxi driver today. Took brothers places, ate too much food, cane home and waited outside because my mom wouldn't let us in the house. Something about a bridal shower she was hosting. Then two different sets of missionaries visited to take a tour of our fish farm...weirdly coincidental that they both came in the same day. One group was from Thailand and one was from Papua New Guinea, an island near Australia. Had a volleyball match the likes of which UHSers can only fantasize about. Two on two, three game set, two very athletic teenagers lost two out of three to a short 12 year old and a 44 year old with superhuman athletic ability and a serve that could kill. Sadly, I think that was the first social interaction beyond a few words I've had with my family the whole week. I'm away at school way too often. And now that I've written a fairly large number of words, I think I'll stop now.

Good lord. Three words sum up my mood right now: cell model. Oh; there should have been a stupid/dumb/insert-favorite-expletive here before the cell. Which would have accounted for the third word. I thought the one I had to do in 7th grade was bad enough...and at least that one was edible. Granted, no one in their right mind would want to eat it, but under extenuating circumstances, nothing in it would have caused severe illness, cramps, or death.

Anyway. Hope everyone is having a good three-day weekend.

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And I thought I wasn't going to procrastinate this year. After today...that's what I keep promising myself, and yet, every day (or night, I should say; even early morning sometimes) I find myself not doing homework earlier and then rushing to finish it in the wee hours of the night. I'm probably going to crash into a tree or something on the way to school one of these days from lack of sleep. Oh well. Besides that, classes aren't that bad. Don't have as much free time as I used to have, but then that's almost a given. I still found time amidst the homework and school and driving to school and recuperating from going to school to entertain a batch of very active little kids (I believe they were my cousins; relatives of some kind, anyway) on Saturday, fix my car again because another wire came loose, and learn a new song on guitar. Oh, we also got our volleyball net set up again, so my brother dragged me outside to play our first game of volleyball since the Fourth of July. It was fun. I don't think I got that much physical activity since...well. Obviously not through school. So yeah...life goes.

My new year's resolution (I know it's not a new year, but humor me) is to be more outwardly friendly towards people in general. Apparently, and so I was told by numerous sources, I still appear "mad" or "sad" or "grumpy" or "tired" or"not [my] usual cheery self". So I've resolved to at least appear pleasantly neutral. That's a phrase my mom used when describing how I should act towards these old people who used to know me when my family revisited this church we used to go to ten years ago. It looks like it works in this context as well. But since I'm just rambling now, I think I'll go finish my homework. Best of luck to everyone in their endeavors and journeys through life.