Boring Class

1, 3, 5 days used t be my favorite. While it stil is a kickback class it is now extremely boring. I can't stand Bio. That is all.

Damn You PBS!!!!

In a large market like Los Angeles, we are lucky to have 3 PBS channels, KCET, KLCS and KOCE (which is actually from Orange County). The channels never simulcast anything. They have some sort of agreement that lets KCET broadcast everything first. This means that when something good is being shown in one channel, the other two is broadcasting some shitty show like Antiques Roadshow or California's Gold. But once in a blue moon, two of the channels will broadcast something good at the same time, Like today. Currently, KCET is broadcasting "Nova: Saving the National Treasures", a show about the efforts to save the Declaration Of Independence, while KLCS is broadcasting "Fidel", a documentary about Fidel Castro's rise to power and impact on the world. Both of these shows interest me because I am cool like that yo, and because I'm a history nerd. Just because of this I will never pledge any money to PBS, I don't care how much they fucking beg.

Valentine-less, yet again

Ah, what a beautiful day, today is. All the lovers around the world shower their love ones with chocolate, heart-shaped candy, cards, flowers, and hot-sex. Yet another February 14, and once again I am alone. This may not shock you; I hate Valentine's day.

When I was in elementary school, Valentine's day was fun and simple. All everyone was worried about was getting cards and candy. No one thought about girlfriends or boyfriends. It was a simpler time --girls had cooties. Towards the end of my six year tenure at my elementary school I started to develop crushes (one crush in particular, but thats a whole other story), nothing sexual of course, for sex was a very disgusting concept at the time. Then Middle school came along.

Middle school was a different story. I remember being in sixth grade when news spread around that a friend of mine was going out with a girl. This was shocking. For about a week I looked at my friend as a God, until a week later when a lot of my classmates had "hooked up." I started noticing a pattern: girls liked mean, dumb, athletic guys. This made me notice another thing: I did not (and still don't) fit into any of those categories. Since then I've had to witness girls I've liked receiving chocolates and flowers from a dumb, athletic guy, thus making the card that took me hours of worrying over (I wanted to look sweet, but I didn't want to look like an idiot when I delivered it) blissfully insignificant. It may seem hard to believe, but I was not always an ass-hole. I once was a nice, sweet guy. I guess constantly seeing my past crushes getting their hearts broken by a guy that was not me made me stop feeling sorry for them; I started to blame them. Looking back, this probably didn't help at all. I entered High School with this attitude.

The first two years of High School were an exact continuation of Middle School. I started acting like a jackass. Seeking attention, while avoiding it deep inside. "Maybe it would work" I would tell myself; But of course it didn't. I gave that up in eleventh grade (a horrible year, yet again a whole other story). Some would call it growing up, I would call it maturing (</egotistical ass-hole>). The only differences between Middle School and High School is that the gifts become more expensive, and people have sex. Girls still melt over the hot, athletic, ass-holes; while people like me sit in our dark corners, pondering how it must all be, while listening to OK Computer, and shedding a tear or two.

Now, senior year of High School, five months and ten days from adulthood. I sit here typing away, uncomfortably used to being alone. I am somewhat happy that this will be the last Valentine's day in school I will ever have. Next year I won't have to see all the happy people I secretely envy on days like this. Next year I will probably drive away to the desert or something, I haven't made my mind up yet, to avoid all the love crap.

Average Me

120

This is an improvement over my last IQ test score, which was an amazing 82.

Another Face in a Panorama

I was walking by the main office of DMHS today when I notice the class of 2004 Panorama. I stared at it for a while looking at the many faces of the people I had know, and then I realized that in five months I too would also be just another face in a panorama. The thought of the constant drama continuing without me is a scary one. To think that in five months I will lose contact with most of the people I know is even scarier. But things have to come to an end, this is one of the many givens of life. School has been a fourteen and a half year process for me, from my first day in pre-Kinder (where I cried for a few minutes, until I found a Hot Wheels(TM) racing track) to today, where I sit in front of a shitty computer thinking what the hell am I going to do with my life. I don't want to end up flipping burgers for a living, but I also don't want to end up working 9-5 as a cubicle rat. I know I still have about four to five years (depending on how much chillaxing I want to get done in college) to think about what I want to do with my life, but I have narrowed it down to two choices: Politics, or teaching. I really don't care if I'm never elected into public office, I just want to serve my country by being part of some politicians staff. Teaching is another story. I am still not sure if I have a thing for teaching because I've been legally forced to be surrounded by teachers for most of my life, and I can't let go. Five more freaking months to go, and then the curtains will be closed, the fat lady will sing, and I'll pass by the finish line of the High School 500 only to become another face in a picture, fading as the years go by, while curious idiots like me stare at it trying to sense how it must feel like to be over with it.