Thank God It's Over!

It's too hard to maintain both a blogger and a xanga. One of them has got to go, I just don't know which one(probably this one. You guys are probably better off looking here instead-click). Xanga is over two years old now. As soon as day 1000 hits, I'm getting a new one.

Wow, I wrote out everything and now its gone. I'm now going to attempt rewrite the entire fucking thing. It went a little something like this:

Let's start with yesterday shall we? I had all of my tests yesterday; four different tests and one art project to do. I had a Physics, APUSH, Comedy, and Pre-Cal. After my last test I could have shouted "Fuck Yeah! Screw You Teach!" but because I'm a goody-goody, I didn't do that.

Today was not as great as other Winterfaires. I woke up at the crack of 8:40. It was during my routine morning clean up, my left contact was ripped in half. I can't imagine how that happened, considering that they're hard lens contacts. So I was forced to wear glasses and took the conveniently timed bus to school. At school, I signed in for my classes in random order, got some food, tried to save my failure of a painting, found out my Pre-Calc test grade (93), saw the best college kid in the world aka Iljin, witnessed Ms. Wold and the rest of the Social Science Dept "dance", and turned in my S&S app. Pray to God I get in. From the hours of 2:00 to appx. 6:45, I hung out with by far the best seniors I have had the pleasure of meeting: mike kim, chase cho, chris young, and tom...something. I now realize that I've been deprived. Give me some Guns 'n Roses! Afterwards, I went to my Court of Honor where everything went wrong. There I learned that many of my friends have done the deed and one is openly gay.

Reflection Time! Because I know you wonderful, thoughtful people love this kind of crap. All I've got to say is that I don't want to pay for the same contact again. That would just suck balls. Also, I found out quite a bit at the Court of Honor. I'm the only one who takes scouting seriously, making me feel like a fag. Also that I need to talk to my friends more. They are awesome people despite the picture I've help you paint of them.

Good News/Bad News

I always hated it when people say good news/bad news. It always seems that the bad news always outweighs the good news. And my situation is no exception.

Good News: I got a 3.33, the same as last trimester.

Bad News (and there's lots of bad news): Mom still disappointed; Dad might blow in combination between this and Andrew's 3.0; Mom still keeps up "SF State" while my cousins in LA get straight As and want to go to UCLA.

Got a lot to do between now and Winterbreak:
APUSH Test
APUSH Book Project
Comedy & Sat essay
Korean work, 2 weeks worth
Pre-Calculus, 2 weeks worth

Ahh doesn't this season make you want to not care? 'Tis the season....

So You had a Bad Day...

Because I know you've missed me griping about my life and whatnot, I bring you an update. Now, if you haven't noticed, I usually write when really do have something to gripe about. So this time, its fcuking school.

Today, I found out that I'm gonna get a 3.0. That might be pretty good for some, but then I'm a closet nerd. It's also my lowest GPA of my high school career. I'm beginning to think that I might have to go somewhere local if I want to go to college. Not good. From now on, no more naps, and no more procrastinating. At least try not to. Which will be a challenge. I also semi-cut APUSH today. I missed a mod of class twice in the same semester. That is why I hate C code classes. Worrying about Winterball. It's more stress than fun really. Compounded, it's enough to make anybody unhappy. No, I lie. Enough to make just me unhappy.

Late schedule... whatever. Gotta stay off the AIM and myspace. And the soccer. especially the soccer.