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So. English IV AP, vaguely listening to the teacher discuss point-of-view as a rhetorical device. This old illustration of the reliability of a first-person narrator comes up.

Prather: Have any of you had two friends who were dating get into a fight and, more or less, both tell you their versions of their stories?
Lauren: (muttering) Yes...
Prather: A boy and a girl--
Lauren: Never mind.

I feel sorry for Pat for having to listen to me mutter so much during that class.

I absolutely loathe calculus homework. The test is tomorrow, and I still need to finish the final assignment. My mind keeps wandering everywhere else. Can't say I blame it.

Suck it, Calculus Concepts and Applications.

Oh, Terry Pratchett's new book comes out today. I have not read Discworld in far too long. Lately I've been reading Tamora Pierce like the thirteen-year-old girl I am deep down inside, and I'm going to read Hannibal, because Thomas Harris is that awesome, Hannibal Lecter is that fun, Clarice Starling is that hot, and my fascination with the dark side of human nature goes too far. And I like a smart thrill. Supposedly this little volume is one of the best out there for that.
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What the HELL was with all of that spam on the last post? If I find whomever(s) is(are) responsible... I'll probably walk away like the doormat I am.

The last two days have been rather busy. I've been reading diligently on Gulliver's Travels, which I am quite enjoying but need more time on, and doing other odds and ends homework. I have quite a bit of stuff due tomorrow, so I am trying to cram that together.

And it looks like I'm going to have to pull some of my Jedi mind powers so that Annie can go to the con, because if she doesn't, it just won't be Yaoi-Explosion part whatever-we're-on. And I just won't be able to live with that.

Today it was miserably hot, and tomorrow is supposed to be even worse. 108*F is not the hottest it gets in Phoenix, but since it is monsoon season, it is all that more unbearable. Today was also the day I got two more textbooks, and I was late to school, so I had to carry every single binder and textbook along with my guitar until I got my locker combination at lunch. That guitar case is heavy; it's this super-industrial rockcase since the guitar I am borrowing is worth more than my life. But I didn't drop anything once.

I've also come to the realization that just because I've switched Spanish teachers does not mean that my class will not be treated like the kindergarten class. Is this universal to all non-honors high school academic classes, or did I just strike out again?

Today during guitar I figured out how to play "Ode to Joy" and the chromatic regression from "Phantom of the Opera", much to my own amusement.

I like the feel of tying up loose ends. It's liberating. After I finish Gulliver's Travels and my government assignment, I will breathe easily again. Aaah, school.

I've also got to start on scholarships, like, TOMORROW.
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There is an "I Love Aaron Wester Club" at Saguaro.

I kid you not. We got our agenda books today, and that is listed as one of the official clubs. Somebody pointed it out today during calc, and it cracked me up. Is this some kind of a sick joke, or is there actually a club dedicated to Wester? And how the hell did that pass as an official club? For those of you who do not know, Aaron graduated last year, he was an alto sax and a thespian, and in a nutshell, he's incredibly attractive and metrosexual and had a scary fan/stalker-following. Christianne, who doesn't even attend Saguaro, stole one of his pictures off of a wall in the band room, and to this day has it on her door. This was in our freshman year, mind.

I'm obligated to go to the first meeting. I just have to see if this is serious or not. If I see any shrines with pictures and candles, I'm running. After I take pictures and laugh hysterically for a good period of time. And I want to see which teacher would be willing to sponsor. Any bets?

I've also come to the conclusion that my English teacher is pretty awesome, and that we're going to get along just fine this year. I have undying respect for any man who makes his honors class draw pictures of flowers with crayons.

I did all of my school shopping this afternoon. Ended up going to three stores for the oddities like the stopwatch, a Spanish book, and mouthwash, but at least it's done. I need to call the orthodontist about replacing my retainer, which has been AWOL for longer than it needs to be, and talk to my parents about the senior pictures when they get back--supposedly this evening. I'm still hoping for that good news from Mom. Last I checked, they still had no reply. I don't know if that's good or bad.

I can tune and play three notes on my guitar now. And I've got quite a bit of work to do. Later.
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All things considered, today went fairly smoothly. It honestly felt as though I had never left. That's the problem, though.

Begin bitching.

Last year sucked. Academics, personal life, everything sucked. I'm determined never to have a year like my junior year if anything whatsoever is within my control, and thus far, I'm not so sure if this is going to be as relaxing a year as I was hoping it would be. I worked my ass off in multiple areas last year, and while some areas have gotten worse, others have gotten better; I've always been willing to work this year, but...

Well, maybe I'm just saying this because I couldn't transfer to Humanities due to a schedule conflict, and now I'm in IV AP without having done the summer reading, all of which (along with a reading log) is due on Friday, and I'm kind of burned about that. Or maybe I'm PMSing.

It's not so much the work this week--I can handle a heavy workload easily, and I'm a fast reader and, if it comes right down to it, good at bullshit--as the prospect of maybe, maybe having another year like last year, which is something I dearly wanted to leave behind. And IV AP is going to be a prime suspect in causing that.

I also know I'm so burned about this reading assignment because the writing contest deadline is August 31, and I'm determined to place. I'm almost done, but I have to work out the ending somehow.

Now that I have that off my chest, I feel somewhat better.

Other than that, the first day back was great. I saw the Nerd Herd, whom I have missed dearly, and went out for lunch after school with the chica faction of the nerds. I'm glad to be back where I see everybody every day. I didn't see my Saguaro friends nearly enough over the summer, barring Eurotrip. My ID picture resembles a squirrel, and supposedly tomorrow we get to start actually using guitars in class. The parking permits keep getting smaller and smaller, I know I have some good teacher recommendations guaranteed when the need arises, and, oh yeah, I'm a senior. It doesn't feel right yet, but there is that scary concept.

I need to get back to reading. I've paced myself a fourth of the book a night, regardless of anything short of a death in the family or hospitalization, else I'll find myself completely swamped. I guess I could completely bullshit the SparkNotes, but I'm quite enjoying this book so far.

July 2012



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