So I haven't been updating a lot lately since school is taking over my life. The work isn't hard for me, just very time-consuming. That, in itself, is frustrating. I don't have enough time to write or read, only on the weekends. Actually, I might if I stayed up later. I went to bed at 8 last night because I was so exhausted. I was sitting around listening to Bob Dylan and dosing off and I figured, "You know, I might as well go to sleep." But I really like Bob Dylan. "Subterranean Homesick Blues" is an awesome song. School was good today. Everyone was sick though. It's upsetting when everyone around you is sick and you aren't. It makes you glad but you feel guilty at the same time. And it makes you paranoid, like you'll end up catching something eventually if you spend too much time around all the sick people. But Ari was sick on the bus. I just sat there and listened to Green Day boredly. I still listen to Green Day way too much. I feel like I'm lacking music. I'm always listening to Green Day and AAR and Arctic Monkeys and the Beatles, and now Bob Dylan (but the Arctic Monkeys are playing on iTunes at the moment). I need to go to Borders this weekend and get more stuff. So I got into school and talked to Emily. She was standing around in the hallway with her guy friends and some other people. I figure I really ought to talk to her guy friends more often because I have way too much in common with them and it's ridiculous that I don't hang out with them. So I tried to talk to them this morning. It was kind of annoying, though, because there was so much noise in the hallway and they're all a lot taller than me, so everything they said went over my head and I couldn't hear a damned thing. I'm lucky I heard the bell ring. I walked down the hall to history feeling frustrated and confused. All I heard in the whole conversation was Derek and the Dominos. I'm not a huge fan of Clapton, so I don't very much care. We took a quiz on the reading in history and then we finished up the Articles of Confederation. I kind of like history, I guess. My teacher is pleasant enough, but she has her quirks. Her front teeth look like they've been bonded together in such a way that they force her to spit when she talks and slur her speech. And I'm fortunate enough to sit in the front row. But she hasn't spit on me or my books just yet (or at least not that I know of), so I'm glad for the moment. I hung out with Leah the next period. She had me listen to her metal collection. I kind of got into it, drumming on my legs and all, which I guess you can call a sign of approval from me. She got all excited that I like metal. Or I liked Megadeth, at least, or whatever that band's name was. And she had me listen to another band whose name I can't remember except it started with an O and they were progressive. Like Opeth or something. God only knows. But I decided I liked thrash better than progressive. The distinction, Leah says, is that thrash is more beat-driven and progressive is more melodic. Alrighty, so I learned something new today. Woot. Then Kim came in looking sickly. She was not actually sick, just severely sleep-deprived. I was surprised since she looked just fine the day before. But she basically curled up in a corner and dosed/studied for Bio. I hope she can get enough sleep tonight, since I'll probably end up lunching with her again tomorrow and it'll upset me if I see the veins popping out of the skin under her eyes. Hmmph, so then I went to Russian. That was routine. I don't have much to say about that except I was chilly there. Then Spanish. My desk was missing, so I had to sit on the other side of the room to take the make-up test. I wish I could've gotten out of taking the make-up test since I got a 94 on the other one. I probably did a lot worse on this one. Hopefully getting the extra credit problems will help. Then English. Now that teacher is quirky. She has a very tense, almost robotic way of talking to us. It makes me concerned about her and it always surprises me when I hear her call people honey, which she tends to do a lot. I'd only expect Angela to do that, and Angela and my English teacher could not be more different. But anyway, we watched this video on the history of the English language. It was basically just a lecture from this repetitive dufus named Professor Engel. Yes, it was an interesting coincidence. We had a good time laughing at him, he was such a moron. The words "Anglo Saxon German" are now permanently imbedded in my skull. Physics was a bore. My teacher never seems happy to be there. Something about him reminds me of Vince Vaughn, though I'm sure the minute I put pictures of him and Vince Vaughn side by side, I won't say that anymore. Anyway, so I sat in the back and froze for two periods, and Rachel moved so she could read the board, so I didn't even have anyone near me. Which made me colder. So I sat there and shivered and finally figured out the difference between East of North and North of East. I dunno, man, I just don't like that class. I get negative energy from all the kids and from my teacher, so it's kind of hard for me to get into it. I need to create my own energy. I just don't know how yet. I'll try and figure it out while I'm atoning on Monday. Math is always interesting. That class is the exact opposite of Physics. Everyone's into it, especially Mr. Kalish. He's an awesome teacher, probably because he's so old and he's been teaching for so long that he's kind of perfected it. Heck, he was teaching when my mom was there. That's a long time. But anyway, so we were learning about End Behavior and graphing the motion of projectile objects. I feel like I understand everything, and that makes me happy. Then Health. I told Andrea that I can't come to her Sweet Sixteen. It's the night of the PSATs, and I figure I'll have to switch shifts at work with the seniors who usually close, so I won't be able to go. Not like I eat sushi, but I think Andrea's disappointed because she considers me her "cool friend." I'm not bragging. I've been told that I'm a relatively cool person, or at least the only person she knows who can dance. So I feel bad. But I don't need Donna to get pissed (and she will if I tell her I can't work my regular work day), so I have to do it. Ah well. But anyway, Andrea's actual birthday is the day after tomorrow, and I'll see her that day, so I have to remember to say something to her. And now I'm going to go read or write something. Peace out. Rage and Love,
Hal | 
