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Midterm hell

At long last, the week of midterms hell is over! I’m so happy! Well, not as happy as I could be, I suppose, considering I probably ended up with a horrible grade in Calc. And I promise that next semester, I’ll actually do my homework for it.

Girls basketball game tonight (oh joy…), but I’m going out to dinner with Lindsay before and then to a movie-fest-night-thing at a friend’s house. Much rejoicing will be had.

Now that I’m going into a three day weekend, I had better get working on my website. Huzzah for Photoshop and Dreamweaver and mass amounts of tutorials!

No crown for you

Winterfest was awesome, even if the DJ did blow his amp. Meh. The upside of that was being able to hear myself think for the last half of the dance. I forgot my crown, though, which was a bummer. They even took pictures of the royalty, and me without my crown…oh well.

Now I’ve got to go back to school, something I really don’t want to do considering the semester ends this Friday. Normally, that’d be a good thing, but I have papers and tests all over the place this week along with my Calculus notebook. I’m probably going to get yet another B in Calc unless all my homework miraculously does itself. Curse my procrastination and concentration problems!

You know, I guess it’s the onset of the end of high school, but it’s getting really hard for me to care about certain things. This holds true for schoolwork (especially Physics and Calc) and other stuff, like my ST simms and bowling. I just don’t care as much as I used to, and it’s bothering me. Things like bowling used to be so much fun, but now I’m anxiously awaiting the end of the league I’m currently in. Maybe it’s some odd form of senioritis, but that’s usually just school-related.

In case you’re starting to worry, no, I’m not depressed. I just don’t know what it is. It seems the only bright spot in my life (what I actually care about) are Lindsay and the rest of my friends. Other than that…

…well, that was a depressing entry. Maybe I’ll find some way to perk up before the semester ends. *wanders off to listen to emo music*

I’m kidding about the emo music bit. I’m not that crazy.

We are amused

Everyone’s talking about some new editor…it looks the same to me. I must have missed something.

I got picked as the Winterfest Senior Prince. Go me and my nifty crown. It may not be as prestigious as Homecoming King, but I don’t care. I like to start small. Like taking over Canada. Then I’ll go on to take over the rest of the world. Excellent.

Winterfest tomorrow night. It’d probably be a good idea to get my car to stop making odd noises before then. I don’t think a clicking engine is likely to impress the ladies. Well, lady. But that’s beside the point. If you take Travis’s word for it, I’m a die-hard lady’s man. Oh yeah.

Feelings

Happy New Year everyone! Yeah, a bit late. Oh well.

This is going to be one my “feelings” posts, so if you ever find the urge to retch becoming powerful, you’d best stop reading.

I’ve never really been good at expressing myself, especially when girls are involved, and even more especially when I’m dating said girls. Even once we’re well past first base, I still find it a little hard to just sit down and tell her how I feel. Of course, I’ve only dated, what, two girls, so I’m not expecting to be an expert or anything. But I still find it odd that I can’t just tell my girlfriend how I feel about her. And why not? Am I afraid of some sort of rejection? It’s really just silly. I’ve made out with her, for crying out loud, I should be able to talk to her.

For the most part, I’m talking about Lindsay here. But I also realize that I was the same way back in sophomore year, when I dated Becca. Now, what I’m about to say may violate common sense, but I’ve got to say it anyways:

Becca and Lindsay, you two are the best things that ever happened to me. I’d never dream of hurting either of you. If I never made that clear before, I’m saying it now. Thanks.

All right, I’m done. We now return you to your regularly scheduled program, whatever that may be.

To derive or not to derive…

I went and saw Harry Potter with Lindsay yesterday. Oh man, it was intense. Yeah, there were a lot of bits missing, but I can understand that when I remember how long the book is. Afterwards, we went over to her house for pizza and a(nother) movie. Actually, it was the last 15 minutes of Phenomenon, all of The Nutty Professor, and an episode of Seinfeld. There were cookies, too. Ah, good times. Now I can’t stop thinking about her…

Not much else going on recently, aside from massive amounts of AP homework, namely calculus, physics, and English, and other related crap. Calc isn’t really terribly hard (just kind of oddly-worded and overloading), and English is just mindless pointless drivel under the guise of literary analysis, but it’s physics that’s getting me. I stayed after school today to make up the test I missed on Friday (I had a good excuse!), and understood about half of it. Now we’re starting on a new chapter, kinetic energy and work and all that jazz. Well, it’s better than friction and uniform circular motion. Which is better than the applications of derivatives we’re learning in calc. Which is better than trying to figure out how to put a theme into a thesis about the exact moment of the climax of Hamlet. There’s no theme to be found for that particular thesis! Damn you Munro…why’d you have to let everyone choose their topic on the one day that I wasn’t there…at least we don’t have vocab. Thank the FSM for Thanksgiving!

 

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