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Alma mater and such

I never thought I’d be around to hear that the football team of my old school (Burlington-Edison High School) would make it to the state championship game. I mean, the last time they won a state title was back in 1986, before I was even born (and long before I came to Burlington). But now? Now the team is one win away from being state champions. Amazing. And not just a little annoying that they get a bunch of good players after I graduate and go to a school that used to have a good football team (I say this in the nicest way possible: the current Husky football squad sucks, and yes, that includes Jake Locker).

Anyways, I also never thought I’d be writing a personal post again, but I don’t really have much to rant about. Bagel from RationReality wrote me an email about something I could write about, but I didn’t get back to her in time so I must now live the rest of my life regretting my inability to check my email more than twice a day. (”I coulda been a contender! …er, blogger!”)

More on the home front: know how my last post was about building a Linux distro from scratch? Well, scratch it. I don’t know what I was doing wrong, but I’ve been given more grief from that project than all my other Linux-related sojourns combined. I blame the instruction manual, which assumes too much. I can understand the assumption that the reader knows the basics of navigating in a Linux console (copying, removing, etc.) but I don’t get the assumption that the reader knows what file the manual is talking about when it refers to it by a vague name. If any of my readers has dabbled in Linux From Scratch, leave me a comment to ask me just what part of the manual I’m referring to. I’d ask about the problem in some Linux forums, but I don’t wish to be told to RTFM. I did RTFM and it didn’t help me, so STFU. Now that is a retort worthy of a nerd such as I.

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Let’s just go with “I hate school”

I still hate poetry. Maybe it’s because my analytical mind can’t comprehend most of the creative elements used in poetic phrasing. Or maybe it’s because I have a four-page paper on a poem due tomorrow, and I’m only through the first page. Yeah, maybe that’s it…

In other news, I had a excellent four-day weekend, which, of course, made it all the worse to have to come back to school and get a slight scare about not having enough PE credits to graduate. Luckily, I found out that was a false alarm, but I still have to do spring marching band in order to get the credit. I hope the freshmen aren’t as stupid as they were last year…

I also hate physics. And calculus. And Washington State history. Physics is really hard and barely understandable (which bugs me to no end considering I’ve never had this much trouble comprehending anything). Calculus has an insane workload (think thirty not-so-easy problems a night almost every night). And finally, Washington State history is just an idiotic graduation requirement that’s vastly harder than the version my peers had to take in eighth grade, when I was busy taking Texas State history. Life is unfair, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Gar.

So here I am, two paragraphs done in my essay, and I don’t know what else to say. I’m not a big fan of poetry, if you haven’t noticed. I simply don’t understand why I need to write four pages analyzing it. I understand the poem fine. It’s about a guy and his lover with the guy saying all this flowery stuff to the sun about how it was intruding upon their world, blah blah blah, yada yada, and all that jazz. It’s a good poem, but I just can’t seem to figure out what my English teacher wants me to write about. There’s a limit to how much one can BS an essay. It’s about a page and a half. After that, it becomes obvious you don’t know what you’re talking about, and the grade drops exponentially in relation to the amount of paper you’ve wasted saying nothing important.

I know from experience.

It just turned eleven, which means I should get things in gear and crank out a semblance of a well-made essay, even if I don’t do any pre-writing (a quarter of the essay grade, unfortunately, but totally pointless) and the final ends up being three pages. I don’t care (enough) any more to worry about getting a 75% on an English paper. It’s about par for the course these days, meaning both the grade and the pointlessness of the essay. I’d rant about the time we had to write an essay literally about nothing, but that’d take too long, and I really need to finish this essay so I can sleep and try to forget all the physics homework I didn’t do because of the essay. (Of course I didn’t procrastinate! Well, not really. Kind of. Perhaps a bit. Okay, I could have made my life easier by doing the essay over the weekend, but where’s the fun in that? I wouldn’t be able to complain. Meh.)

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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.

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Can’t go wrong with a goatee

I did the Amazing Race today. Bad move on my part. I’m still feeling woozy.

In case you have no idea what I’m talking about (or are making a mistaken reference to the TV show), the Amazing Race is one of Burlington’s homecoming class competitions. Here’s how it goes:

There are four teams (freshmen, sophomores, juniors, seniors) composed of ten members. Each member is assigned a number (1-10 obviously), which correlates to a certain activity, such as figuring out a simple math problem or eating a nasty sandwich while running up and down three flights of stairs. The catch, however, is that the whole team must run to each station, placed all over the campus. The goal is to reach the finish line (after completing each task successfully without fainting or puking) in the least amount of time. Points are awarded for first, second, third, and fourth places (for determining later who won the overall class competition).

Tonight, with my help of course, the seniors were the victors at about 29 minutes, edging out the juniors by less than a minute. Of course, I was totally about to keel over, so I vowed never to do it again (there’s another Amazing Race for Chickenfest…that’s another story). So now the seniors are in first place for the class competition. We’re upholding the tradition! Woot!

In other news, the big dance is coming up quickly. I’ve already got my suit, made dinner reservations, and bought tickets. All that’s left is to clean up the Geo so it looks somewhat presentable. This year’s homecoming should be really fun. Hopefully I won’t dork it up with Lindsay like I’ve done with a couple dates before. But now I’m older and wiser and have a goatee. You can’t go wrong with a goatee.

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Fond memories

All my senior friends are graduating. It majorly bummed me out today when I went to lunch and there was my table…empty. Oh sure, there are a couple sophomores and a freshman who usually sit there, too, but all the seniors were gone. I was struck by a massive sense of nostalgia. All the good memories. All the funny jokes. The banana on the roof, the spoon fights, the cram sessions for math and/or Vietnam…I ended up sitting somewhere else so I wouldn’t be overwhelmed by sadness at the sight of empty seats. Plus empty tables remind me of my freshman year. Not a pleasant thing to be remembering.

Today was officially their last day. There was this big assembly (that I got to skip because the band takes that time to practice for our graduation performance) and then the seniors went around to all their classes and got signed out so they could leave. Graduation is Friday. I have no doubt that I’ll get a little misty-eyed knowing I won’t be seeing the great majority of the seniors again. At least not every day. But on the bright side, I get to go to a graduation party on the 18th and they’ll probably all be there. That should be a fun party. Even if I’ll be dead tired because of an all-night lock-in the night before. Yeah. It’ll be even cooler if we play spoons with me in that condition. But I doubt I’ll be that tired. I mean, how bad can a lock-in with a bunch of hyper teenagers be? <–*famous last words*

You know you have too much country music on your computer when your “random” playlist of rock/jazz/ska/metal/country/pop music plays ten country songs in a row. I still can’t believe it did that. I didn’t think there was that much country on there. I mean, the list is four and a half hours long. How much country can there possibly be on there to play ten in a row? My computer has problems like that.

I also found out about another free webmail service, open to people who use AIM. I rarely do use it, but I have a screen name, so that was how I got in. Apparently Gmail made a big impression because AIM Mail gives you 2 GB free. Twice as much as Gmail (although Gmail is constantly increasing, I’ve had Gmail long enough to have 2 GB on it). I don’t foresee myself ever using AIM Mail, but it’s nice to have a mail service to use when I sign up for things so it gets all the spam. Like my Yahoo mail account…and my Mail.com account…and to a lesser extent my Hotmail account. But I get a lot of legit mail in Hotmail. But by far I also get the most “F.R.EE C.IA.LIS T.AB.S” and “M AK E H E R HA P PY” spam. I swear…

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