"shake, shake, shake, shake, ah-shake it"

Why in the world does school need to be so unnecessarily boring? First period was spent lounging around in the counseling office waiting to finally get a meeting with my counselor, Mrs. Rafferty. All she did was glance at the paper of the classes I had chosen for senior year, say some dumb little thing along the lines of, “good choices” and then I was excused. At least it was slightly more interesting then having to sit in history class. Second period was even less of a thrill, but passing period afterwards always brings new interesting things. I saw him and his girl friend and I had to work to keep back the tears but it was surprisingly much easier then on Friday. I wasn’t late to Spanish which is kind of a big deal because I’m always late. I just played with my highlighter and spelled out my name and a few other names and listened to the funny conversations of the two boys behind me. I feel horrible for not knowing either boy’s name, so I just call them the-chubby-one and the-nice-one-that always-opens-my-water-bottle-for-me. They were making fun of Don Quixote today, it was extremely hilarious. But other then those boys, Spanish es muy aburrido. I hurried Sarah along so that we could actually not be the last people out of our Spanish class for the last time ever, and we walked down the stairs giggling about how I wanted to keep my desire to see the Jonas Brothers 3-D concert on the ‘DL’ but she said she was going to put it on the ‘HL’ which clearly made no sense. The guy I like saw up for most of our conversation and I think he was fairly entertained. Math was boring but this super cute freshman, who I hate because he is so self centered that it hurts my soul, forced himself into the group Diana and I had created. As soon as he sat down next to us, I turned to Diana and mouthed the word, “why?” We took the stupid math quiz that I was totally unhelpful on because I so do not understand this entire unit. I finally got to go to lunch but it wasn’t terribly relaxing because I needed to finish writing a physics study guide that I had neglected to do last night. The friends I was having lunch with were arguing over what is better- Mexican food or Asian food. It was funny and very distracting. I ended up barely finishing my outline in time to gobble up my entire lunch in the three minutes I had to get to class before I would be late. Physics was boring as usual but luckily that class goes by fairly quickly. I walked to the band room, said hi to my pals, got a free Samoa cookie from Mark and walked to Mr. B’s class so I could TA. I had forgotten the computer systems were down so I couldn’t enter any grades into the computer, so I just talked to Paul about The Jonas Brother’s movie and read more of the previous issue of AP magazine. I learned that Bring Me the Horizon is made up of a bunch of poor pot heads, and then I realized that most bands are of the same consistency. I caught a glimpse of the boy I like (ugh I’m tired of having to write out ‘the boy I like’ every time so from no on I’ll abbreviate with the initials TBIL) but also got to see him and his new play toy which dampened my happiness a bit. I spent some time after school in the Media Center with my friend until I got picked up by my father and went over to my grandma’s house where I got to enjoy a big ol’ serving of her homemade rice and beef stew. I delivered a table I had borrowed back to my Tia Olga’s house and then I finally got to go home where I decided to put up some old pics that I had found of me and my cousins during my sixth birthday party. I wanted to write about the weird dream I had last night but I don’t have time so I’ll summarize- I met the president, but it wasn’t Barac, it was Bill Clinton, and I met Hillary Clinton and she liked my shoes and they had me watch some little kid for them while they went and watched my high school’s football team play some random team. I'm listening to shake it by Metro Station on my pandora station ;) Okay that’s all I really have today, I think I’ll put up one of my essays tomorrow so I won’t bore you with another too detailed description of my boring day.

Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

- Franz- Kafka

- la revedere

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