Since entering high school, I've gotten out of touch with a lot of peeps. Most of the reactions I still have with my friends are just low key things, just to keep me happy and light.
Except that I still go to the Y every weekend with Uber Christian, and sometimes we bring 1,2,3,4,5,6 friends and have a little swim or run or weight lift or something else party.
And he also joined my swim team, so although all I have with him is boring Chemistry, I get to see him a little over the course of the day too.

I have lived 5,306 days.

I've outlived Mattie Stepanek by 217 days.

If I can make it 547 more days, I will outlive Michael Cuccione.

http://www.deadoraliveinfo.com/dead.nsf/Search.outlived?OpenForm&x=nf

Oof. For the past couple days I've been all depressed.

For one, I rewatched the finale of Six Feet Under, which is by a great margin the best scene of TV I have ever in my life seen. But it's also sad, and makes me cry all the time. I suppose the part where they show Ruth, the mom of the family, dying on her deathbed is the part that affects me the most, as this is when the whole family is still together, and crying over her, and she just looks so sad...
Anyway, rewatching this made me despondent and thoughtful... Not good in itself.

Sheezus that was fast. I'll write my inevitable year reflection later.

Today, Chad was scootering to swimming, like he always does, and then a guy comes up to me and was all like "scooters are gay, you know man?" and I was all like wow. I didn't know people actually did that. Like, why would you just tell someone literally on the side of the road that what they have is gay? I just like still can't believe that really happened.

What a fuck up.
Optimism tires me out.

Well, life has all of a sudden gotten a lot easier. It's kinda dissapointing.

Because, of my three honors classes, chemistry, english, and trig, I don't really respect them.
Chemistry is pretty fun, despite the drab teacher, who is also lazy, so I bet I could put THIS...IS...SPARTA! on my homework and she wouldn't notice. But anyway, it's also really easy, and I'm surprised more frosh don't do it... (I have a 101 in the class now, with way little work)

Guess who's excited? Me.
All I have to do is this week, through Thursday. We have no school on Friday.
And then it just gets better and better.
I have a three day weekend, and then on Sunday is the 26th, which will be sure to be one of the best freakin days of my life! I'm sure you know why, mr. ferrets has mentioned it at one point.

But unfortunately, as excited as I am for next weekend, I'm also FREAKIN excited for the weekend after. I has a SWIM MEET!

My new favorite word.

Jeez, I hate Health. I mean, the idea isn't bad, a class to teach students about the facts of life.
But it would be better if the class wasn't so obviously made by old white christian conservative men. For one, bullying and crap is mentioned but sexuality doesn't appear in there at any point. I've looked.

We had a pep assembly last Friday. Hooray... I hate football.
Anyway, it went on a "who wants to be a millionaire" theme, and they had representatives from each grade, and asked them various questions, mostly about school and the football game.
But one of the hosts of the "game show" was actually pretty cute, and also quite obviously gay. He was wearing shiny pants and he had a gay look and the most flamy voice and stuff. Gay.
But there were people saying things, mostly a conservative guy who's mean to me, that just set me furious.

Responsibility has really hopped up for me in the last little bit of life I've just lived. But I'm coming to terms with it, and sooner than I would expect.
In 8th grade, best grade EVAR, we had like half an hour, MAYBE 45 minutes of homework a night. I had that, then maybe a couple swim practices, dryland, and luxury.
And high school is so much less fun. I mean, I do love it, but in 8th grade gifted program everyone knew everyone else and we all knew and loved the teachers, and we had fun to the stars in those classes.

Mr. English told us that being in honors English will automatically make it by far our hardest class.
Ha!
So far, at least, trig has been WAY harder. English has had little homework. Trig has had at least between 1-2.5 hours of homework daily.
Trig is obviously the new biology, that class that everything else is moderately difficult, but there's that one class that just beats your brains out.

I've determined not to post anything unless it's not whining.
I'm not even going to say everything I did today, although I say it was difficult, to say the least.

Swimming started again today! HOORAY! They've speeded up champs like the little messed up fothermuckers they are, and so far Nicole is the only one qualified.

Every time before I start homework, I take a shower, get into my robe, brew some tea (decaf of course), and start some peppy music.
I have a feeling that by the time high school season starts, this routine, if I can find the time for it, which I sure hope I can, will be about the only thing that keeps me from beating my brains out on my desk.
It makes it seems so much nicer to do homework.

I suggest you listen to The Beatles Obladi Oblada. That is a song that just makes me optimistic from just listening to it.

I'm so pissed at my mom.
I was talking about my high school teachers at dinner, and then I was talking about Mr. Orchestra and how he's all passionate, and then she interrupts me and like "Do you think he's gay? I hope not. I've heard that rumor." :(
She's done this before. Like when my swim coach was talking about some kids from the swim team that live with her for a while, and she was like "I've got Carl and Blake and Dani. And usually I'm okay if they bring over their girlfriends of boyfriends or whatev." And my mom FREAKS OUT and is like "BOYFRIENDS?! Who has that?!"

3rd grade was, as far as I can remember, my first ever real crush.
In our school district, I was in the gifted program, which starts in 3rd grade. So, when I came into that one class with people that I didn't know from all over the district (but that are now my bestest best friends), I was, I think even in the beginning, crushing on a guy named Cody. This was like September, very beginning of the year sort of thing.
I only half realized it at the time.