I just got back from the MRT Speech Night and the Track Awards ceremony. I played waiter before and while the speeches were being given with Thomas, although he wasn't very serious about doing anything. When I had to leave the faculty lounge and head to the track assembly, I felt really out of place in my dress shirt and dockers... People kept asking me if I thought I was going to get an award because I was so dressed up. It was all good, though, since I got to bug Sam, Craig, and Haruka all through the ceremony.

I finally found out we got a 50/50 on the french project. She said we got the highest grade in the class. It was kind of weird, though, since when we walked up, she basically graded the project by asking us questions about it. Also, I could smell Craig's shoes from across the room all period and I heard a lot of people complaining about the smell. He dropped them in... something and they remind me very vividly of the back corner of the cafeteria.

I watched a movie in english today. I don't remember what it's called, but the KKK had an appearance. It was moderately interesting to see a blind guy shoot and almost hit two of them before they caught on to his being blind. I really want to get that movie now.

Later, DS
~ There's something magic in the way she says my name... (More reference to a previous entry.)

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I'm really, really tired and I don't know why. I went to bed at twelve yesterday and that's actually pretty early compared to my usual three or four in the morning. I fell asleep from about five to... now and I kept getting awakened by my phone. I got four calls and since my phone is on vibrate all the time, it jiggles me awake.

I'm afraid of my grade on my french project. I was planning on going in after track, but I got out at 3:30 and went to her room only to find a closed door. Craig came in a few seconds after. It turns out his project was so appalling to Mrs. McDonnell that she turned it into the principal. He also got a zero along with Karl and Humphrey, while Georgios got a B. The only reason I even cared about seeing the grade is the fact that someone came down to the track field to tell me that the class high was a B, which I didn't believe until I asked three other people that happen to be in my class. Oh yeah, Jesse's group got a zero, too, only their zero was because they had references to R. Kelly and Lauren was in shorts that were "a little too short". What is this crap?

I got my tip sheet back for history and I'm horrified by how bad I did. I asked him why he graded mine so hard and he said he knew I could've done something much more in-depth and that I'm obviously an intelligent kid and whatnot... I was about to tell him he gave Georgios an A for copying my tip sheet, but I thought better of it. Then, after class, he had the nerve to call me up and ask if I could be a waiter for him tomorrow. I would have declined, but I have a track awards ceremony directly after it anyway, so I figured I might as well get there early.

I would write more, but my homework is going to keep me up way too late for my state of tiredness if I stay much longer.

Later, DS
~ I'm gonna find a way to make you understand just how I feel about you. (See the previous entry.)

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I've been sitting up and thinking about *ahem* someone and I've sort of been wondering how bad I've screwed things up with all of my stupid ramblings and unintelligible conversations with her. I was talking with Georgios and he gave me the impression I freaked the living crap out of her a long time ago and I've been going downhill from there. *sigh* It's going to take me awhile to even halt the slide down, let alone work back up to not-so-freaked-out status if I know how intelligent I am.

Georgios was being really damn negative too... I don't know what's up with him these days... He had the nerve to ask me, "What the hell do you see in her anyway?" I can not even begin to explain how pissed I got after that. After yelling at him for a few minutes about how inconsiderate he was, all I could think to say was, "Something magic," at which point he started laughing at me and asked me to explain. I tried but I got as far as to say that there's something magic in her eyes when she looks at me and then I realized he was just going to be disgusted with any description I gave. I hung up as soon as he said, "Eye contact, eh?"

Trying not to annoy her is probably going to kill me... Actually, it would kill me if she read this... Oh well, we'll see what happens if she does.

Later, DS
~ There's something special when the air we breathe is the same.

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We filmed our french project today. (We being Bob, Wen-jie, Emerald, and I.) It was crazy. We filmed everything at (well, almost everything) one person's house. It was kinda funny, since when we got there, we were told that we were the second group of people outside of the family that had ever set foot on the property... I can't imagine why, I love that house (especially upstairs).

It was also kind of funny that I was joking around and asking Wen some really dumb questions when I asked, "Hey, is your sister hot?" He seemed to get really tense and didn't say anything for awhile, then someone scared the crap out of me by tapping me on my shoulder. I ended up falling over and realizing his sister was standing behind me. It took awhile for her to realize what scared me so much, since she thought I knew she was there for some reason. Then she said, "Decide for yourself," in rather broken english. We spent a long time trying to explain it was a joke, but she didn't get it, so when she drove us back to our houses, I was staring out the window the entire time instead of looking in the rear-view mirror like I usually do. *Shivers* Maybe I don't want to know what she was thinking about.

I was cleaning a deck of cards in stages all day today since I'm too cheap to buy a new deck. I didn't even pay for the deck I have, thanks to my packrat of a father. I took a nap from about five thirty until now for some reason, also. I wasn't really that tired, but everyone was away, so I felt I had to do something other than homework.

I guess that's it for today. I don't want to bore everyone that reads this thing out of their minds...

Later, DS
~ A conversation out of my french booklet project:
  - Qu'est-ce que est la probleme? (What's the problem?)
  - Tu es né! (You were born!)

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I was up until 5:30 am this morning doing homework... I didn't finish most of it, though I tried to complete it over the course of the day without much success. Well, needless to say I was extremely tired. At least I know I can functon with only two broken hours of sleep.

We had the coolest substitute I have ever had in French this morning. I thought he was kind of evil when he took my CD player in the beginning of the period because my headphones were sticking out of my pocket. Then, after the boring video that took most of the period, he started talking about what languages he speaks. He said English was really hard to learn not only because we have tons sounds for different letters, but also because we run words together. I think the most memorable part of his little speech was when we were talking about "ough": it's used in tough and it's one sound, in through it's another, etcetera, etcetera. When he got to ought, however, he said, "Holy crap!" He was accenting how many ways certain things can be pronounced, so it might not be as funny to you as it is to me.

After French, I sort of zoned out and tried to do my homework for pretty much the rest of the day, which kept me from lingering over and talking to *someone*, thus helping me keep my personal promise. At lunch, I went to Visions and helped select the final poems that we are going to add into the magazine and took a few to type up for them. After that I went to track and did a whole lot of nothing until Daisy asked me to go work on posters with her.

I ended up drawing and painting the nineteen foot by twenty five inch banner almost entirely by myself. It was actually sort of fun. I started off really detailed, then I realized it was pointless so I slacked off a bit and drew really simple stuff since it's hard to outline what you draw otherwise. I also noticed that my lettering started as large and well-spaced and when I finished it was a lot smaller and run together. I think it looks pretty nice, though. (Keep in mind that I have bad taste.)

Later, DS
~ If you read Great Expectations, Pip is a lot like me in the middle of the book... Figure out what I'm talking about for yourself.

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I'm swamped with homework. I haven't even done half of what I need to do yet. Mr. Phillips is going to kill me with that damned tip sheet of his. I wonder where he got the idea that we would start filling it out as we got the information. He ought to know better after all the years he's been teaching.

I think I'm going to back off *someone* (I don't know why I even bother blanking it out, since everyone knows, apparently.) for a while. I've noticed that she's gotten rather annoyed with my constantly following her around. I think my creepy stalker side got out a little too much too - maybe I should try being more talkative or something... but only after giving her some room to breathe.

Damn... I really have to get to work.

Later, DS
~ Some people have way too much time on their hands...

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