Yay. I've been doing nothing all week. I was really scared over something yesterday, and I'm still sort of scared about what could have happened, but I tried to make the best of it and go have some fun today.

Thankfully, it was rather fun doing... slightly more than absolutely nothing today. Todd, Thomas, Hilda and I went down to El Super Burrito, ate, and left for Starbucks. Thom and Todd were obsessing over some engineering program on Todd's laptop, so Hilda and I went shopping. She was trying to find a shirt for Alton's birthday. I'm not going to get into specifics about what we got, but it embodies his spirit very well. I was wondering whether I should've gotten Emerald a shirt also but I decided against it after a little deliberation. Anyway, after a while, Todd and Thom walked over and said they were leaving... and then they left.

Hilda and I were left alone andwe got the idea to go to Chuckie Cheese's. We walked from Millbrae to San Bruno and went to her house to drop off her stuff and, oddly enough, her dog attached himself to me in a matter of minutes. Anyway, she got some money and then we walked to Chuckie Cheese's. We got there, went in, and asked a lady if we could get in. She asked if we had reservations. We said no. She asked if our parents were there. We said no. Then she kicked us out. It's a sad, sad day when you can't even get into Chuckie Cheese's...

We went to see The Forgotten after that to help us cope with the pathetic state that getting kicked out of a kids restruant leaves you in. It was rather interesting but entirely confusing. I was under the impression that someone was going to propose to the main character for almost the entire movie but, to my dismay, it never happened. I also predicted that, in the end, everyone would wake up and the nightmare would be over... but that didn't happen either. Oh well, there's always next time.

Later, DS
~ No, really. I am pretty sure that the first amendment to the US constitution guarantees me the right to bite you. Well, thats how I have been interpreting it anyway. If you want to get a constitutional lawyer to refute my claim, I will gladly listen, but until then...

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Wow... Today was interesting, to say the least. After Art History, Thomas and I waited around for Hilda to get out of Chinese class so we could go eat somewhere with her and hang out... And when we asked if she was busy when she did get out, she basically iced us so we went on our way. We ended up migrating over to Quiznos were we spoke of many things... including some stuff I probably shouldn't have told him; but it's all good since I got to seem him drop a blob of white cheddar cheese sauce on him pants and backpack. It was the cause of a great deal of internal laughing.

After we got done eating, Thomas and I realized there was nothing to do in Millbrae. We walked over to Hollywood Video and got our backpacks taken away while we were in the store because Hollywood is apparently paranoid that their video cameras aren't enough security. We didn't really do anything there, however, so we left. I got the idea to walk to San Bruno to find something to do and he thought it would be a good idea so we started to walk.

This long walk gave me another opportunity to talk too much and I think I took it, although I'm kind of fuzzy on what we talked about. It was pretty cool though. When we walked in to San Bruno, we immediately ran into this guy that was interested in our political-related conversation and he started up a conversation with us. He told us to save our money, that he graduated in the class of '85 from Cappucino, and that he made $1,000 in cash every Friday. Besides the fact that he basically shouted, "I'm a druglord," by the way he was acting, Thomas and I... well, no, that's pretty much what we thought of him. He was a nice guy for someone that had probably been completely blazed within the past hour, though.

We walked past Hilda's house towards San Bruno Square because Thomas wanted some cable to connect his digital camera to his computer and he also wanted a computer game, apparently, even though I didn't find that out until we got to CompUSA. Thomas had a strange obsession to try to ask the Customer Service people if he had to leave his backpack with them every time we walked into a store, so I eventually told him to shut up and that they'd take them if they didn't want us to have them. We got kind of bored after a while and his dad called and told him to leave, so he only bought a game and I bought a handy little microphone, although I may have to return it if the person I got it for doesn't want it.

Anyway, Thom and I went our separate ways. So, needless to say, I got lost. Was walking around the lower-middle class area of San Bruno before I happened upon Cherry St. and walked along that. I ended up on the top of the hill where Cherry meets Niles and I must say the view of the bay is beautiful. Of course, I quickly moved on because I was pissed that I couldn't take a picture of it. I walked down to Oak and happened upon three garage sales and I bought a few things. Then, right near the end of Oak, I saw a carnival being shut down for the day at Saint Robert's. I walked over to the concession booth and they gave me a huge bag of cotton candy for free. I left and walked through the park, carrying my bag with a very smug expression. Anyway, I'm not sure what street I got on to after that, but I walked over to Lomita, found another garage sale, and walked the last ten minutes home.

And that was pretty much my day. After I got home, I drank a gallon of V8, ate some gummy bears, and went to sleep because my eyes were burning.

Later, DS
~ You know what would make the internet better? COLORFUL MARSHMALLOW BITS!

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I've spent the past few days wandering aimlessly around school... and hurrying while doing it. It's rather mindracking as odd as that may sound. I'm depriving myself of time with my friends... which brings me to another interesting thing. I really don't have many friends. I can hang out with the track guys and be accepted, and I can chat with the people in my classes, and I can hang out with the complete outcasts but I don't really fit in with anyone. Most of the people I know are just acquatiences and I don't really feel comfortable staying with people I don't know for extended periods of time. Of course, there are exceptions but those are the people that I trust enough to call friends... Since the numbers are so few, and I'm forcing myself away from the one I'd normally be spending time with upon request (I'd rather not get into it, but it's a personal issue dealing with my impersonality) so I've been a shell of a person.

It's weird though, people seem to flock to me when I'm like this. I mean, I have people randomly coming up to me and trying to strike up conversation. The girls in my group in math have been prodding me to do random crap and have been writing things on me and my book and I don't really have the heart to tell anyone to stop. In PE, the freshman continually ask me questions and, refreshingly, all of the girls are too shy to come over and talk because they think I'm a Senior or something. But, I mean, would you think it would be a good idea to force people to talk to you if they're in a bad mood? I don't... although I just realized I'm a hypocrite for saying that, but I don't do it with most people.

Well, to take a break from my shallow ponderings, I got my Art Histpry book in the mail today. I ordered the paperback version of the book, but, for some reason, the company shipped me a slipcased, hardcover one. No complaints here, but I called them up and got an intelligent operator. He said that they "upgraded" my purchase because they made me wait or something. I figured it'd be best if I didn't ask too many questions, so I accepted that, thanked him, and hung up. I really don't understand companies like that. What's the point of "upgrading" someone anyway? It loses you money and you might be giving the person more than they wanted anyway... but I digress. I swear this book is heavier than my algebra and physics books combined. I really hope we don't have to bring it to class - reading seventy pages of it in two days is going to be fun enough (note the sarcasm).

Later, DS
~ For once, just once, I'd like to see a movie where the hero gets his ass kicked.

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It was horribly cool... and slightly disgusting. I woke up this morning and I found my hair matted and stuck to my pillow. After I pulled the pillow off, I saw a huge brown area and I freaked out. Soon, it became quite obvious to me what had happened: I had gone to bed with dirty, gelled hair. I went into the bathroom and started taking a shower relatively soon after that. The water hit my hair and rushed down the drain, blood red. Then I remembered the cut I got from my little limbo act yesterday had opened during the night and I had bled all over everything. Needless to say, it was very, very painful washing my hair.

Aside from that, I ordered mt textbook for Art History yesterday and the company said it would arrive here by tomorrow, the 20^th. Today I went back on Amazon to print out the invoice and it said it would be here by the 24^th (ie the day before I need the book). I really wouldn't care about the dates if I didn't have to read two chapters of the book in one night, but, I mean, if I don't even get the book on time, I swear I am going to kill this "Pray Books" place. I called their office to ask what their problem was and I got some guy with an Indian accent that kept asking dumb questions. The first thing he asked was, "Are you sure you ordered it?" "Am I sure I ordered it? What the hell kind of a question is that? Why in God's name would I be calling you if I hadn't?" I angrily replied. "Allah," he said meekly. At this point, I was on the verge of hanging up since he was obviously offended by my use of the word God and I knew I'd be using it a lot with him but I decided against it. So I sat there answering his inane questions for about an hour before he told me that they had run out of stamps. I informed him that you don't use stamps with first-class packages and he didn't say anything back. After a few minutes of silence, I asked him how much he got paid to do this. He said, "About four hundred fifty dollar a year." I chuckled and hung up... and then I got pissed that I paid for Expedient Shipping.

Lesson of the Day: Never, ever buy anything from Pray Books.

Later, DS
~ "Sometimes, when I'm told to use my own discretion, if no one else is looking I'll use someone else's. But I always put it back."

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I've got an entire project to do in one night and I haven't started on it yet... It's a four page paper and a "creative" visual. This will undoubtedly take me the rest of the night and a greater portion of the early morning to finish. I'm not going to do the rest of my homework or else I'll die of exhaustion in school and I don't think any of my teachers would excuse me for it since I've had two weeks to do the project.

Anyway, I'm unsure of where I stand with Emerald again, although I have a more definite idea of what she thinks of me this time. That's about all I'll say about it, since I want to leave the ranting for my rant spot.

My CD player is on its last leg. It lost the left channel of sound in a not-so-happy explosion directed at my ear. It's kinda cool, though, since one bud is all brown and burnt-looking and the other is shiny and silvery. What's even better is that the inside of my left is hair-free... even though my right one is also, if I did have hair in my ears, it would have been burnt away.

Later, DS
~ Hobbies are for people that lack direction.

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I guess I sort of know how Emerald feels about my rather stalker-like tendencies. It's rather disturbing.

Anyway, my life is still boring. I was forced to spend a rather long time reripping my music yesterday, but I'd rather not get into that. I did find myself thinking of ideas for pictures yesterday but I only drew one and, altough I like it, I'm too lazy (and afraid) to scan it and put it on my site. Never you mind about why I'm afraid to put it up.

I've also noticed something rather interesting: people don't seem to read entries that are longer than a few paragraphs. Why? I don't know. I really don't care how long someone's entry is if I enjoy reading what they usually write. Part of this is my bitching because no one ever reads my long entries but the other, considerably less selfish, part of this is that, sometimes, people write a lot because they're confused or feeling hurt. The least you can do is read through the entry, heck, you could even skim it and offer up a bit of advice or act like a Hallmark card and say "Hope you feel better soon" or something. I mean, in my experience, people that write in their blogs are generally writing for other people so why can't you just take a bit of time and help their mostly-pathetic cause? (Hmm. I think I went from defending those people to making fun of them... oh well.)

Actually, the more I think about it, I realize that I don't really give a damn if people give me advice on anything... It's not like I actually listen to any of it anyway. But, still, the other people that write rant upon rant deserve at least one little piece of recognition - I get plenty anyway. I charge each of the people that reads this to go read and comment on some random person's rant (i.e. an entry four hundred words or over).

J'ecoute: Third Eye Blind - Crystal Baller

Later, DS
~ "...by purchased, I mean used my girlish charm and flaunted my femininity to obtain the items for free of course."

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