let's recap the weekend so far. friday: lots of kids (me, kim, chirstina, kyle, mitchell, dana, trevor, wes, and unfortunately chad) went to kyle and mitchell's house. they are twins. anyways, we got hungry so we walked over to taco bell. the group proceeded to get ousted from the restaurant for treating it "like a playground" and also knocking over a large stone ashtray into the drive through. stupid boys. i was just trying to eat my tacos. so we went to a park. it was the same park i went to preschool in. like there is a school in the middle of the park. kim and i reminisced, talked about sean slouka, and the guys skated around/did stupid things until all the parents with little kids decided to leave the park. we walked back to the twins house, sat around, trevor brought over a new TV for the garage, we hid dana in the box the TV came in, kyle and mitchell tried to play guitar, and stuff. it got boring so we went to chirstina's place. we all got different levels of buzzed/ slightly drunk on the liquor she had there, then we ventured off. destination: dell taco. we got there and we were hanging outside when another group of kids under the influence came to dell taco. while we were out there, some guy i have never seen in my life starts hugging me and says, "i used to go to your high school. now i got to esperanza" i pulled away and thought, this is not cool. how about a "hi my name is..." and a handshake. no hugs. unless of course you are sean slouka. anyways, we ventured back towards christina's house and stopped in this park on the way back. chad, who i hate, almost got us in trouble by holding out a bottle of vodka as a pig drove by. so we chilled in the park for a couple hours, then i had to go home. my mom told me i smelled bad.
saturday: i had a four hour long dance rehearsal from hell. i had to spend two hours sitting around watching stuff be choreographed that i wasn't even in. two hours of sleep stolen from me for a lame rehearsal. then i danced for a few hours and went home. that night, i went to the block with some kids and saw "the secret window". johnny depp looked extremely attractive, as he always has except for in "fear and loathing in las vegas". the theater smelled like somebody put way too much butter on their popcorn.
sunday: today. more dance reahearsals, although they were slighty more pleasant than yesterday. i have to do laundry. if you come and do it for me, i will give you a special prize.... 

  not much new here... just learning how to stand up for myself in the face of dire consequences. yeah. i have to write a song about US history, this could be quite interesting. writing this song will require me to both pick up and actually play my six stringed foe. this could be bad. la guerra de mi guitarra. we'll see. my stomach feels oddly unsettled right now, i wish i could just curl up and go to sleep. unfortunately, things are never that simple when you are a high school student. this girl in my photo class today wanted sympathy because she just got her braces on. everyone was actually pretending to share her pain, until we found out she had vicodin. does she actually expect us to feel bad for her when she has an actual prescription for drugs? no, i am not a druggie. today i heard x-ray spex on the radio. i also ate mcdonalds fries today, i ought to be ashamed of myself, mcdonalds is the embodiment of evil, but the fries are SO good. so very, very good. alright people, comment away and make me feel like i'm special. "you're so fucking special." the end. 

  three day weekends are nice. saturday i had to go to hell (the academic decathlon competition) which was somewhat entertaining when me and my friends decided to go around getting as many nerds phone numbers as possible. sunday i hung out with kim and kristina, which was good because i haven't seen that dork kim since she moved. today has been me sitting around in my pajamas, watching the wizard of oz, and playing guitar. i feel like getting out of the house, but i don't know where to go. i know my life is enthralling, but you really need to stop reading this blog now and do other, more constructive, things. why are you still reading this? i told you to go away. my mind is vacant at the moment, i am only typing empty words. fuck off. i ate a cherry muffin today, and it was good. really good. my keyboard is black. my old keyboard was grey. my speakers are grey and black, they made the transition from old computer to new computer less harsh. i am sure the colors of my past and present computer equipment is fascinating you. they tell me i have destroyed my future. i am getting so off track. i thought i told you to cease reading, you are not welcome here anymore. well, since you decided to stay, i guess i should tell you about the time that i went to the mall and it was raining. i was wearing a pair of old converse chucks that have almost no traction on the bottom. i opened the door of a sears and stepped inside. the next thing i knew i was on the floor in mild agony. in front of my face was a bright yellow sign that said "caution. slippery when wet." i thought, hmm, i am so cool, i can read signs sideways while lying on a cold tile floor. i thought, hmm, maybe they should have put the caution sign outside, where i would have seen it before i slipped and fell, bruising both my legs and pride. and i thought hmm, maybe i should get up now. the customers are beginning to stare. so i did. 

  i am not at school right now because i was very sick last night and when i woke up this morning i didn't feel like getting up. now i am home alone with nothing much to do. i have no idea what to blog about. the only thing that was remotely exciting last week was my kidnapping on friday, but i really don't want to write about that. and this week so far has been roughly 86 hours of wasted time. i bet that every reader of this blog wants to hear about my day today, which has so far consisted of sleeping, eating honey nut cheerios, watching tv, looking up guitar tabs online, and visiting random blogs. i doubt that any sane person will be able to contain their excitement when i tell them that just 10 minutes ago, i had a cherry throat lozenge. ok, enough of this blogging nonsense. i think i am going to get dressed, go outside, and take some pictures.

mood: bored
music: Cursive and Smashing Pumpkins 

  can i donate my brain to somebody else? i need a new one. preferably, a brain that is filled with all the information i need to know for finals, and that lacks the ability to be chemically imbalanced. can't get these bad thoughts out of my head. jealousy is a bitch.  

 
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  wow, i haven't blogged since last year. not much has happened since then so it doesn't really matter. i have noticed a rapid decline in the quality of my entries, i have run out of time and purpose when it comes to my blog. recently, when filling out the academic decathalon interview form, i realized that i had absolutely no life. there where a bunch of spaces to fill out your leadership experience, work experience, school clubs and activities, etc etc. the entire form was pretty much blank except for a couple lines about playing guitar and dancing. i looked around the room as other kids struggled to fit all their activities in the space provided. ok, so they may have lives, but in my eyes their lives are no better than mine because they don't have to kind of life i want [school is your life. you really enjoy extracurriculars like tennis. from seventh grade on, your existence is focused on college acceptance.] i am generalizing, but mehhh. i can't wait for this whole highschool thing to end. cliche i know, but true. going to FJC is not a crime.
so i haven't seen the light of day in a while. am i willing to sacrifice harmony at home for a little freedom? i don't know. i let my parents get away with everything. i wish my mom were rational, so then we could reach an agreement without things getting out of control. doesn't she realize that i can just leave the house at any time without telling her where i am going?
forgiveness, of the things i have done wrong in the past. and letting go. acceptance, of the fact that i will never be a good student and i will never be like her. a couple concepts my mom has yet to understand. she doesn't realize that i am at the age when she should give up on trying to dictate my life.
hi danny, wood, and sue if you are reading this.









 

  presents, and food. life may be good after all.