Ahh, school. Going back today felt like we never left. I'm pretty satisfied with my schedule, and for once I'm actually excited for a class or two. My lurking fear of being surrounded by strangers was vanquished, and I realize now that I never really had anything to worry about to begin with...I know more people than I thought. There is one face I haven't gotten to see enough of, though....it makes me miss the free time of summer, but alas there's always weekends.

It feels almost awkward to be excited about Journalism, since I rarely get anything more than moderate entertainment from school. We're doing press shots tomorrow, plus the normal school pictures, though I think my mother wants me to get those ridiculous studio ones -_-

My only misgiving with the new year is the awesomely-cool, renovated electronics policy. No cell phones, anywhere, anytime (except during lunch in a "designated area"). And no iPods either. For the most part, the teachers seem to be going along with the plan, though my Journalism teacher will let us do all of the above in the back room moahah. I feel like I've broken the system, great success.

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Some of it might be summer fever, or at least I hope so. Why is everyone changing? Conformism seems to be the latest fad, and ugly sides are making much more frequent appearances. Unless that's what people really are becoming. The distinction between real friends and school acquaintances have become almost painfully clear to me now. There are people who I wish could translate between the two contexts, but most of them are too preoccupied with getting drunk or high to pay much notice. The lack of backbone makes me SICK. I take that almost word-for-word from the comment I left Middaymoon only because it is the closest I can come to expressing my disgust without frantically swearing. It's not so much what people are doing, it's WHY they're doing it...stop following the f*cking crowd, whatever happened to dignity and that bit about self respect?

But I guess not all changes are for the worse

I never thought I would be sitting here feeling the way I do...I think I'll fall asleep tonight smiling about her.

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I've been gone the past few days in Kirkland, once again, except this time I wasn't chaperoning the minions all day. I went to Redmond Town Center with a friend for an hour or so, keeping myself occupied with a Starbucks amidst the monotony of shopping. After the third member of the party arrived, we went to see Rush Hour 3. My advice: don't. I don't know how Jackie Chan got suckered into a making another movie, he's 53, and people over the hill just don't exactly fit the role of intense action hero. The biggest upset: he used a sword. Jackie Chan does not use conventional weaponry godamnit! Chairs, tables, jackets, shoes...anything but swords. Painful attempts at humor, uncreative, unimpressive action sequences...like Shrek, the Rush Hour series dies here. Besides, if you're going to pay a ridiculous $7.25 for a movie, it better be damn good.

After the movie we proceeded to get pizza. I was served by cheap noobs who gave me tiny slices of oblivion. And to think we could've gone back to her house and had DECENT pizza for FREE...the last time I'm listening to females...

Anybody else hear about that kid who broke the iPhone and made it servicable by all network providers (it was originally only available from AT&T)? I thought it was pretty ninja until he said a cliche inspirational bit while referencing Galaxy Quest, then I couldn't take him seriously anymore.

Life is...chaotic. So many things happening at once, and I honestly can't start prioritizing because one doens't stand out from the other. But I will say this: it's Senior year, and I'm not living with any regrets. I'm a little apprehensive about my classes...I need familiar faces, I don't want to waste my last 365 days of high school "getting to you know you better."

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I woke up the other day and stared groggily at the clock across my room. It read 13:05. I whispered to myself in , "Omg...it's thirteen o'clock I way overslept..." After focusing all of my mind's power on the clock, it became apparent that it actually read "8:05," and with that my brain immediately returned to hibernation and I drifted off to sleep.



To the sleepy, it looks like a 13, ok. Don't judge me.

My dad sometimes struggles with english, since it's his second language. After stuttering for sometime he managed to produce the phrase "Horror of Terrrrrror," while trying to discuss "The Tower of Teror," one of the few moments where he was genuinely funny, even it was just part of the language barrier. I wish there was more of that.

The Federal Way Parade was today. As part of tradition, us jump ropers participated, though under the name "Hot Dog USA," since my old team no longer exists. It felt something like deja vu, until we started sucking. There were only three kids over the age of 15, the rest were what I like to refer to as "minions," so we looked unorganized and completely unskilled. I'm pretty sure I saw half of my school there too, which might've been a good thing if I actually do something cool on concrete. Too make matters worse, the announcer introduced us as "AS AMAZING GROUP OF GlRLS WHO BLAH BLAH BLHA BLAH." HELLO ARE YOU KIDDING ME I'M SIX FOOT TWO DO YOU NOT SEE ME. It's ridiculous. Especially when the brainless football players snicker at you through their pads and helmets. It's a real nice touch if you plan to live in an insane asylum.

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