Sorry y'all. Some things are just meant to be hidden from those who aren't used to my political rants and pictures.

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I know this is sorta late, but for those of you this late at night, please remember that:

PHEONIX, MISSION'S ART AND LITERACY MAGAZINE/CLUB, WILL BE HAVING A MANDATORY MEETING AT LUNCH TOMORROW, THURSDAY THE 28th, IN ROOM P6. PLEASE COME IF YOU'RE INTERESTED.

Sorry I didn't post this up earlier, but I didn't really want to put up my schedule while it was still screwed up and especially since I was so exhausted yesterday after the Smoke Signal thing. I haven't woken up at 7:00 since Spanish in July. Anyway, everyone who would stand still while I ranted to them probably already knows about my AP Bio dilemma... Everyone else, all you need to know is that I was put in Anat./Phsio instead of it and I need to change it on Wed.

So, without further ado, here's my schedule for now:

Class // Teacher // Anyone I Know In the Class

English 11H // Geers // Cynthia
AP Psychology // Lefkowitz // No One T___T
Precalc Honors // ONeill // No One (Someone? I forgot)
Journalism 1 // Cohen // Chelsea, Janet, Inga, Most Everyone EXCEPT Diana, Pegah, and Neha
Anat. / Phsio // Payette // Doesn't matter because I'm transferring out
AP US Hist // Bellotti // EVERYONE. Seriously. Alice, Chelsea, Pegah, etc.etc.

Tell me if we have a class together unless it's Anat/Phsio, in which case I don't care. 

SCHOOL WEDNESDAY. WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR? MINIMUM DAY. WHEN AM I GOING TO CHANGE CLASSES?! NO SCHOOL MONDAY. OMG SATs COMING UP?! STUFF LIKE THAT.

*scary Ring-esque voice* Eleven days...

That is so no bueno. That's like super no bueno. I can't do this. I'll um. Do something drastic to stop from returning to la escuela. And you know I'm scared, because I've started speaking in espanol.

--My dad is just asked me if I knew how to use the fire estinguisher. Tengo meido que esta loco. Un poco, si?

I had my third and final driving lesson today. I didn't kill anyone and I didn't damage any private property i think. Erlack. I'm supposed to get my license soon. I fear for your my life. May I never have to see "Keep your eyes high, and your hands smooth" Dario again. Good riddance. What is that thing is his ear and why must he always say "Holy Mackeral!!!" when I hit something?

What's happened this week:

1. I took a shower by candlelight (the power went out, it wasn't my choice, no, it wasn't for anyone)

2. I danced in the streets under a full moon.

3. I got out an awkward situation using the popularity hotline (thank you, Lord, for inventing this)

4. Found out I'm probably going to Japan for Christmas

5. Watched Joey kiss Chandler (ZOMG!!!)

Rightio.

I had this hella weird dream last night, or rather, this morning, since I was woken up at 8:00 by my alarm clock and fell back asleep.

I had a dream that I was walking on this trail in a forest, and all of a sudden this dog comes running up to me. At first I thought it was Chelsea's dog Bart, but it turned out to be this labador, not a golden retriever. Then out of nowhere this random white guy holding a cat starts running towards me. He stops right in front of me and twists the cat's neck, killing it. I started screaming, then the guy started chasing after the dog, saying that he was going to slit the dog's throat. I started chasing after HIM because I didn't want him to hurt the doggy. Then his girlfriend (the guy's) comes towards me and starts chasing ME. So we end up on a bus and just sit there. And after it got to my stop, I flipped them off, explained to the bus driver why I did so, and walked home.

How messed up is that? I remember it in such clarity, too.

What is my subconscious trying to tell me now?

Righto.

When I first heard about where we're having prom from Rujing at the Sunday SAT Writing class, I was pissed. Seriously. I mean, Justice League Juniors I can deal with since it's only a month long, but a friggin golf course? For JR. Prom? NO. I refuse even though it'd be fun to jack a golf cart and ride around in it. But... When I actually went online and looked at the pictures, I was stunned. I just stared at the pictures and thought, "WOW. This is going to be SO MUCH FUN." And the menu sounds delicious ^____^

Now I can't WAIT for March 31st. I feel mad urges to call random people up and ask them to go prom dress shopping with me. Whaa? It'll be muy divertida.

View for yourself HERE and spread the word. As Eduardo says, our class is the completely lacking in spirit. We might as well use this as an excuse to get excited.

SAT Writing Teacher (Mr. Gavin): Young people don't watch the news enough now. I mean, did you guys hear about the bizarre murder in Fremont last week?

Students: ... ... ...

Mr. Gavin: Yeah, they found this guy, face down, lying in his bathtub. And the weird thing was, the tub was filled with milk, cornflakes, and sugar.

Students: O.O

Mr. Gavin: They even found a banana in his butt!

Students: *awkward giggles*

Mr. Gavin: Yeah, yeah, the police are saying it might be the work of a serial killer. Get it? Serial killer, cereal killer?



That was just a moment in my life. Thank you, Baby Jesus, for sending us crazy white people. Bless them as you see fit.