I'm back, I guess. Hey. How's it going. Glad to hear it. I'm not updating once a day, just because I'm a lazy fuck. When it comes to duty, I guess.

I guess I'll give this site out to people in Advanced Drama, (which encompasses about 90% of my friends), so I can never lie. The truth can be out here, where I feel safe in writing it, and I can be completely honest with my relationships.

Teen Angst: I wish Sayoko would ask me to Tolo (equivilant to Sady Hawkins, if you're not a BHS-goer), but it's pretty obviously not going to happen. I am confused as to whether she just thinks I don't like her, or if she is just semi-nice to me, or what. I feel like anything I do might destroy any relationship we have, or could have. Audrey is being rather... well, she does seem to have a problem with me that she's expressing by voicing aloud the fact that I liked somebody else (Lucy) last year. It's a bit embarrassing (but of course, I've made a pact with myself never to be embarrassed again... see 'brutal honesty'), and I think it's revenge for occasionally snubbing her.

AD Class: We're doing Our Town in the spring, and we'll do it in theatre in the round. This should be interesting; I don't really like the plot of the play, but it's amazingly well-written. There's a bit of tension between the members of the cast over obligation to make the class serious. As much as I appreciate the pro-focus sentiments, it just goes against my nature to stress out about something as insignificant as how serious a high-school class is. The fact remains, however, that Advanced Drama is more than just a class; the quality of our productions is certainly something to worry about.

College: I'm looking at RISD, NYU, and various other schools that offer film production majors.

Film: I'm working on a project about Advanced Drama, but it doesn't seem to be working out. A, I can't get much motivation together to work on it, B, it severely lacks any sort of creative focus, and C, I'm starting to doubt that there's any point to it at all. I really need to get on the ball about filmmaking if I want to have any sort of portfolio to show for getting into all those nice film schools I'm looking at.

Music: I've got so much music on my HD right now; Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Van Halen, Jethro Tull, Guns N' Roses, Jimi Hendrix, AC/DC, Yes, Rush, Camel, Flogging Molly, The Pogues, The Doors, Modest Mouse, The Ramones, The Rolling Stones, and Rammstein.

I guess I'm just really laid-back, because I don't take offense or get stressed about much, except when people try to control me. Then I just ignore them, or tell them to fuck themselves, and go back to my life. There; there's my personal revelation for the decade.
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  You know what sucks? Playing poker with eight people when only two of them know how. Therefore, the two people talk very loudly (over the country music that's playing full volume) to the five other people who don't know how to play, giving them useless advice and making obvious comments.

The game proceeds at a sickeningly slow pace, because nobody pays any attention to what's going on. If you try to tell people that you're calling/folding/checking/raising, you get ignored as the two semi-knowledgable, very arrogant people discuss betting between themselves. LOUDLY.

Two other people fold every hand, and maintain a very loud conversation about cooking. One of the other people despises you, and shoves things across the table at you to knock down your chips. The last two people are clueless, and either bet five times the usual bid, or fold, or don't pay any attention to the game.

It's enough to make you give all your chips to someone (because, of course, nobody wants to play for money), light a firecracker under the table, and walk off.

Yes, I carry firecrackers around in my pockets, in addition to lighters.

Oh, lovely. They're having a stomping contest upstairs!

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The last few days have been full of parties, and kudos to all the Advanced Drama people who came. I'll probably be having another movie-pizza party over Winter break.

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Damn English homework.
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  In which I unwisely put my picture on the internet, due to pride.

Not mullet, freak accident, and I apologize.
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  Hey, I'm awesome! Did you know that?

Sorry, let me clarify:
Improv show, in the style of Who's Line is it Anyway?, Thursday and Friday. I am in it, and I am awesome, in addition to all but about five people in the cast, and they've learned how to compromise for their skill (besides, the people who aren't good at improv are excellent at other forms of acting).

In related news, I tried out for a mystery dinner theatre company, on the 'Spirit of Washington' dinner train, and got in.

YUS!

They pay by show (very well), and there isn't any actual obligation for specific shows, ie. I don't need to show up for a performance if I had a previous obligation on that night; they've got a rather large cast.

It's a kind of cool format as well; I show up, and they give me a 'script' with a character description and a list of things I have to accomplish during the night. Then, they set me loose among the raving mad train-goers. Along with the rest of the cast. It's quite a rush, for any of those who know anything about improvisation performance.

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  In which Homecoming was quite the party, Wow, Homecoming was awesome.

I basically did absolutely nothing all day, except shower about five times. At five o'clock, I got my tux on and drove over to some girl in our group's house, where Sayoko got ready.

Damn, she was beautiful. I'll post some pictures once I get them. We drove to school, to get early pictures taken. Then, we went to P.F. Chang's with the rest of our group.

We did little appetizer things, like spring rolls etc. I had some severely strong tea, and as a result, was totally wired the rest of the night.

After that, we all went back to school for the dance. It was actually really fun, and that's coming from someone who really can't dance. They had one shitty, mainstream hip-hop dance floor where most people were, another oldies music floor where we spent most of the night, and a candlelit 'courtyard' with jazz. Unfortunately, it was raining, so the 'courtyard' was actually more of a covered walkway. Still, when it stopped raining, people danced in the courtyard.

Sayoko is such a nice person; I don't think I would have enjoyed myself as much with anyone else.
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  In which I have awesome block scheduleness. Wow, block schedule's awesome, especially when you miss class for it.

So basically, yesterday, the advanced drama class saw a play in downtown Seattle, and I was excused for the whole day. That meant: no class, whatsoever. YUS! I had lunch at Johnny Rocket's, which was decent.

Today, we had the 'PLAN', which is like the practice ACT thing. Basically, it meant we were on block schedule (and are tomorrow as well, which'll be nice, as the classes I have tomorrow are easy, and an hour and a half long), and we missed class to take the test. It was really easy, but it pissed me off. Why? There was an 'interest invetory', which asked us questions like, 'Would you like to Balance Budgets? Stack Boxes? Repair Trees After Storms? Work With People In Small Groups? Seriously, those are all real questions. It infuriates me, because it assumes everyone wants to be either:
a. A teacher
b. Somehow related to business
c. An EMT

It's sickening.
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  In which George Bush is an angry, angry man.

Dear lord, I've never seen Bush lose his cool as much as he did today, in the debates. He got all angry, shouting and pissy. Perhaps he has IMS.




Yeah.

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  In which I think I hate everyone, but don't. I can think of lots of people I don't hate. In fact, it's much easier to just list the people I do. And I shall:
1. My entire 2nd period class.
2. Stupid people.*
3. Talentless people.*
*- A vast generalization encompassing specific people I do not hate, as well as item 1.

First period was good. I performed some improv, and talked to Sayoko beforehand. Apparently, I'm not picking her up at her house, but meeting her at the restaurant. I think that'll end up being much less stressful, especially since I hear her mother is rather serious.

AP World... is what makes me hate people. OH LORD I HATE PEOPLE. Seriously. Ok, so we have to do this huge mock UN project which will take up the entire year. And for some reason, the dumbass teacher divides up classes into regions from which we can choose countries, rather than just letting us choose countries. Europe got chosen first, obviously, and we got to choose second. WE COULD HAVE HAD ANY REGION IN THE BLOODY WORLD. And we got Latin America (everything south of the US border), 13-12 (against the Middle East). There is one country which plays a significant role in modern politics in that region, and that is Cuba. And of course, everyone wants Cuba. Seriously, we could've had the Middle East or East Asia or ANYTHING. AND THE FUCKING MORONS CHOSE BLOODY SHITTING LATIN FUCKING AMERICA. The worse part? This ditz who sits next to me was going to vote for Middle East, but bended to 'peer pressure' because she didn't think it would win. IT WOULD'VE BLOODY WELL WON IF YOU'D HAD A BRAIN, BITCH. So now we're stuck with Latin America, and whoever gets anything but Mexico and Peru will have nothing at all to write about until the 1800's, because our book ignores all other Latin American countries 'till then.
Oh, and another thing. The bastard teacher gave Russia to Europe, too. I can understand his reasons, due to the location of population centers, but he missed some major points:
1. Russia is not part of the EU.
2. More than 2/3 of Russia's landmass is in Asia.
3. THE BLOODY BASTARDS WHO GOT EUROPE ALREADY HAVE ALL THE FUCKING GOOD COUNTRIES THEY NEED. LET ME DO A COUNTRY THAT'S SOMEWHAT INTERESTING, PERHAPS?

DEAR GOD I HATE PEOPLE. But I'm okay now.

In English, we wrote down what we'd bring with us if we were deported. I said the Anarchist's Cookbook, because I might as well bring with me what got me deported in the first place. Oh, and dark sunglasses, because you can't be a brooding enemy of the state without sinister sunglasses.

In APES, we graded our own tests. Honestly; the tests we were grading were PARTNER, OPEN BOOK, OPEN NOTES tests. And we graded them ourselves.

In French, presentations were given, and I was starving.

In Chem, Mr. Morrow managed to lose the entire class by boring the shit out of us by doing the same type of problem on the board OVER AND OVER. He might have forgotten the fact that we aren't retarted.

In Trig, I finished my homeowrk in class, so thusly, I was happy.

I feel so much better after watching U-571 and having some cookies.

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  In which I am tired. Too bloody tired to post; I've been overloaded with homework the last two days, in addition to the mystery theatre I just tried out for yesterday. It went pretty well.
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  In which math is for Republicans. In first period today, we had the uptight substitute dubbed 'The Thurmanator'. 'Cause he's Mister Thurmand. Yeah. He sucks. I didn't get to perform, but I almost won at Ultimate Wordball.

In AP World, er... stuff happened. I think it involved footbinding. Not to us, of course.

In English, we talked about the essay we're writing on places we've lived, to practice narration, but more importantly, we talked about what a crazy life Mr. Marquardt has led. Seriously. He lived in this place called the Black House, with a water buffalo skull over the door. All the boarders were musicians. All the rooms were painted black, except for a few bedrooms painted purple, orange and green. And he gave us this long talk about how his girlfriend broke up with him, so the fiance of his best friend kicked him out because she was a bitch blahblahblah, and finally the bitch of a fiance broke up with his best friend, who showed up at Marquardt's door with no place to stay.

In AP Environmental, we further discussed the fine details of how pointless the class is. We discussed the articles we brought in last week, and generally wasted time.

In French, there was a lockdown because some 'white male, 35-40, clean-shaven, wearing a blue polo shirt', walked into a store three blocks from school and threatened to 'commit suicide by handgun'. What a wierd phrase. So anyways, we ended up having a two hour 4th period. It was kind of cool, because I borrowed my friends headphones, and decided that I simply must get some that actually work, not just my piece-of-bloody-shit earbuds which crackle and you have to twist the connector around sometimes to get the left bud to work. It was like having a room, with only me and my techno in it.

In the shortened Chemistry period, I finished the pre-lab work for our 'Thickness of Aluminium Foil' lab. I would call it the 'Do lots of math and write it down, then tell us why you did it' lab.

In math, we watched a movie. The movie involved talking about the military and industries, farmers, and Wonder-Bread. So therefore, math is for republicans who care about getting the maximum profit, or killing the maximum amount of people with the least amount of bullets, or eating Wonder-Bread and getting fat and malnutritioned.

I realized I'd have to wear a tuxedo for Homecoming, if Sayoko was dressing up really nice. Shit.

Oh, and someone in my group wants to go out for dessert, not for dinner. I think that's a load of shit, because if we're spending all this money on clothes, why don't we go out to dinner in them? Seriously.
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