Week (almost) in Review

So on Saturday I had games, but I didn't play. My hand was bothering me and I was scared something was going to happen. So then on my way home I saw the Batmobile. Yea, then my dad took me to the Bowers museum which was almost a waste. Geez. Well, I should of asked the docent. I'm an idiot, but he is to cuz he was like "Let's leave." Bah. Then it was homecoming. I had fun. The gym was actually nice now that I think about it. I mean, think about our ASB. They usually don't do that much cool stuff, so that was allright. So then on Sunday I had more games, my dad got mad at me because I'm not done with my personal statement, blah blah blah. I hate it.

So then today, I think I'm going to be late to school, because it's raining, so I pull in when the bell rings, and some bitch is parked in my spot. So I go to the office, and they make an announcement, but nothing happens. So at lunch I go back and they're all like "We can't do anything about it." WTF! So then I go to the security guard and it finally gets done. Geez. Then I come home and tell my dad, and then he tells me it's my fault. Uh okay, I didn't tell that dumbass girl...Yea, then there was the fall sports assembly. It was allright. Dude. I really need to get shit done or my dad is going to make me quit softball. Shit. That would make me sad. I would cry every day. Dude, I already haven't been playing because of my hand. Ahh! I need sleep too, but I have to make up all these math assignments and stuff. Geez...

Help.

Crap

I don't think I'm going to do my art book tonight. This is like the 5th night in a row where I haven't done anything. Geez, what the hell is my problem?

So the rice krispie turkey leg went over well. :-) It was funny. Really. Check the moblog.

So I've decided to take the HL Math test. Yep, I am crazy! So yea. Not much else. I'm getting new contacts. Woo. And I went to guitar. It was fun. Greg is funny. "So a frog walks into a bar and says 'got milk?' and the bartender says 'we don't have milk, this is a bar'. so the next day the frog comes in and says 'got milk?' and the bartender says, 'no, we don't have milk, this is a bar, and you're a frog, we don't serve frogs' so the next day the frog comes in and says 'got milk?' and the bartender, really irritated says 'look, i already told you we don't have any milk. and if you come in here tomorrow and ask for milk i'm going to take a hammer nail your hands and feet to the floor!' so the next day the frog comes in and says 'got a hammer and nails?' the bartender says no and the frog says 'got milk?'"

So I'm working on me scales. I reaaally want to be able to solo and solo like a crazy mother. That's the goal. Crazy mother.

Well, I'm screwed, so I better go. Peace...

s then h then i then t

Why is there so much to do and so little time?

Things to do:
Art Book
Extended Essay
Pay for IB exams
Work on Style Analysis
Practice my guitar
Read 3 4 books.

Save me!

Stuff

I don't know what's been happening lately.

Yesterday I went to the football game with Kelly N. and Gabe, Sarah, Barbara, Shreyas, and this other kid whose name I don't remember. It was fun. We beat Norco 37-6. Hahaha...Mr. Roberts was there. I took a picture of him on my cell phone, but yea...it's not a good one. Uh. Then today, I worked on my artbook and then went to see Team America: World Police with Sammy, her sister, and dad. It was really funny. Haha...Then we went bowling for Amanda W's birthday. It was fun. I actually beat some people throwing left handed. Haha...Yea.

SO I go back to the doctors on the 25th. So hopefully it will be better then. I have to make up my timed writes though. I really need to do the following: extended essay, artbook, and math. Gaaaah. Too much stuff.

levpoereti

Blah

So yea. School was interesting I guess. I still don't understand math. Ah. I need to do like 3 assignments and turn them in. Gah. I hate having a "gimp" hand. Now I have to make up like 3 timed writes. Geez. And why the hell don't I have time management skills!? It pisses me off. I need to get stuff done but I don't. What the hell.

Breaking my hand really took the life out of me.

Gahhhhhh!

Ah

Dangit.

So anyway, Thursday was fun. Not. Staying up all night to finish my final draft of the Internal Assessment. That's always fun. Then not finishing my pages for the art book. School. Got a C on the modest proposal. Couldn't focus for physics test. Learned how to make a proof sheet. Tony the tiger was in calc, and fell asleep. Art was fun. Maybe because everyone was so tired. Went to the library and just talked and joked around. Fun. Then ditching conditioning. That was fun. Hung out with Edgar. Got Lum to write me a pass. Later went to watch the debate, but couldn't focus for anything because of the tiredness. Pizza with Sammy and her family.

Saturday. Had to go to practice. Why? Because my dad made me. I didn't do much. After came home and fell asleep. Grandparents came over for birthdays. Later Irvine for birthday. Missed Langy's party. Oh well.

Today. Games. Shot a roll of film to check out the camera. Beloved. Nap. My dad being annoying.

Snap.




Hopefully this week will be better. I want that dumb thing off my hand. Well, I have it off right now. It doesn't hurt too badly.

Not soon enough.




School blows. Except for friends, 3rd, 4th, and lunch.

A Lot

Haven't written since last Tuesday so this might be long. Well, first of all, my hand is better. Yay, but it's not back to normal, yet. I still have a retarded cast-like thing, but at least I can move my fingers around. I can kinda write. Still no guitar...but that'll probably be the first thing I can do without my hand hurting. :-)

So this past weekend I was is Tucson, Arizona for a travelball showcase. But I couldn't play so it was super retarded. It was sad. I was sad. Yea. But I had fun hanging with my teammates. We got to visit the University of Arizona and check out their athletic facilities. It was nice. Then we hung out and they called people like Rouman, Alan, Ayo, my cousin (!), it was funny. They're crazy.

So anyway, this math internal assessment is crap! Erg. Hopefully I can get all the kinks out by Friday...Yea. School sucks, broken hand still sucks but not as much.

Ah. It's my grandpa's birthday, I must call him, but at a reasonable hour. Hah.