Woo hoo. School is rather dull. There are really a few reasons I go, though I suppose seeing Emerald is the most motivational. Yes, I know - that's completely retarded, but at least I'm being honest with myself. I was having a semi-intellectual discussion in PE that lead to my thinking of that. Anyway. I like the education aspect also... since it's free and relatively good.

There's never too much to write about because I've ceased to do most things that end in personal enjoyment. Most of my time is dedicated to Emerald... which is probably rather pointless and sad since she hardly ever asks for anything compared to the time I spend waiting to help with something or trying to of my own accord. Oh well. I spend a greater portion of the day working at a normally dead-end cause, but at least there's that one in a hundred or so chance that I can do something that facilitates her making herself happy (which will probably make no sense to anyone since I'd doubt she reads this).

Well, I do suppose I was rather angry that my English teacher decided that I'm a stoner and arranged an appointment with my counselor to discuss the "issues" that I "obviously have with drug abuse." She based this on the fact that I smelled of pot when I walked in the class this morning and a few of the writing assignments I turned in. Mr. Fernandez actually came in to my fifth period class and walked around the school with me while he discussed what could happen. It ranges from absolutely nothing to "detention time." I'm none too sure what type of detention he was talking about, but I think he put a little too much emphasis on it for it to be school-related. Which sucks. My English teacher is trying to ruin me.

Of course, none of that would've happened had I not done a favor for someone, but, hey, it was worth it.

Actually, I think I did something kinda nice for someone other than Emerald also. There was a lady that came into RadioShack with a sea otter toy that was supposed to dance and sing, much like those singing fish things only cuter and infinitely less annoying, and wanted to get some new batteries because it had stopped working. I was just down there waiting for my mom to get off work because the school apparently called her about the whole mess above, by the way. The lady got the new batteries and put them in only to find that it still didn't work. She asked my mom if they [RadioShack] could fix it for her, but she said that they couldn't... so the lady continued to explain that her grandson had given it to her and it would mean a lot if they would try. My mom refused, and I felt really bad for the lady, so I said I'd try to help her and took it into the back room for a bit and took it apart. It turned out that one of the wires got sliced because the button place fell out of line, so I soldered the wire back to the battery hatch and replaced the button and it worked. I brought it out and the lady was positively ecstatic about it. It looks like I did something right for a change... (besides helping Emerald.)

Later, DS
~ It's funny, but when you look at an old man, then you look at a photo of him when he was a young man, then you look at the old man, then the photo, back and forth, pretty soon you'll do whatever anybody tells you to.

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