7:03 p.m.
October 30, 2002
So the first thing that happened yesterday was really the last. It happened just after I got out of the car, and my dad told me later yesterday night. Jewel is recording a hip-hop album.

I'm curious. Could this Alaskan girl possibly not suck for once? East Coast, West Coast, and of course, Arctic Circle.

So Latin was bad yesterday. I couldn't get a single sentence done, couldn't figure out anything, was way off on the myth test, and overall... well, next class promises to be bad. And I hate it, and want it to be easier.

Just thinking about it makes me want to go to bed.

English next. I'm doing a project with Mark, Brian Quinn, and... that one guy who was in one of my classes last year. I'm tempted to call him Eric, but I'm not sure. I'm not particularly looking forward to it. I seriously need a solid group in English, as I tend to get stuck with Gerald and don't want to turn him down but... well, he bugs me.

Driver's Ed, free period, I worked on my IJCL skit. I was proud of it. I actually finished it last night, fleshed it out, crossed some things off. It's really good. Here's my favorite passage:

Constantine has the nerve to move the capital to Byzantium, rename it Constantinople (which was later named Istanbul), change the official religion to Christianity, and, as some sources say, shave his head and change his name to Yusef Islam. Constantine died and left the empire to his sons. At that point, everything was chaos – the only ‘constant’s were his sons: Constantine II, Constantius II, and Constans.

Good times. I kept working on it through lunch, finished it after school. Anyhow.

Vicky's black hair still rules rules rules.

In Physics, I got lost over a lab and found out I was 100 points down because I was absent. I made it up after school, giving me a reason to skip Volleyball (I didn't really feel like it, but felt obligated). I came home.

The bus was an odd experience, as it was one of the darkest days on the bus I'd had in a while. I don't come home on the bus at night often, but man, it's such a rush when I do. I love it. Public Transportation is great in so many ways.

I love trains.

So at home. I played a few hours of The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. This is my time-waster until The Sims Online gets here. Speaking of which, today is the first day for delivery. I checked the mail all of about 6 or 7 times, until I found out my mom brought it in at Noon. Blew a hole in THAT theory. Tomorrow comes another chance, and I will most definitely be running to my mailbox.

Anyhow.

24! Oh my god! 24 is the best television show ever. The way they effortlessly juggle 4 or 5 storylines in real-time, all vaguely connected, with split screens, clocks, and such... Oh, man. I've never been like this for TV, but let's just say that this is the reason to wake up on Tuesdays (Latin, English, Driver's Ed. Given the option, would *YOU* wake up?). It's wonderful. So basically...

There's a nuclear device in Los Angeles. It could be a soviet warhead and could kill 15 million people in California. The President threatens the leader of a country who harbors these terrorists and his key advisor, bent on retaliation, keeps trying to second-guess him. Jack Bauer has been brought back to find the bomb. He's reluctant, but he takes the helm as long as his estranged daughter is brought to safety. The daughter works at an upper-class family as a... caretaker? Nanny? Housekeeper? I'm not sure. The family seems alright, but the man of the house beats her up towards the end after he beats up his wife and threatens his daughter. Jack calls in a witness against the prime suspect - he says that if he testifies, he walks off scot free from his murder charges, so Jack shoots him. Another woman is getting married to a suspicious man who has financial ties to terrorist groups. And it's all in real time.

And it's going to take half a year to watch. Good thing the first season is on DVD...

Wow.

So Colloquium. Bleh. Post Colloquium, Miller, Russ, Victoria and I, with Eileen Driving, went to Moretti's. Good times, but miller beat me by 7 points in NTN (there's a possible 15,000 points in each game). Uh, they went home, Vicky stayed around. Not much other than that... I was restless, but didn't know what else to do. Played more Zelda, and now, I need to do some homework. I want to get ahead to have a whole weekend for TSO.

I hope I get it tomorrow. 8-10 business days - if Saturday's a business day for the post office, I get it tomorrow. If not, it's Friday at the latest. If not, I kill someone.

That's life since yesterday.

I just found my two BNL Concert Tapes, woop.

I feel like a quote out of context

Withholding the rest

So I can be for you what you want to see

I got the gesture and sound

Got the timing down

It's uncanny, yeah, you think it was me

Do you think I should take a class

To lose my southern accent

Did I make me up, or make the face till it stuck

I do the best imitation of myself

The "problem with you" speech

You gave me was fine

I liked the theories about my little stage

And I swore I was listening

But I started drifting

Around the part about me acting my age

Now if it's all the same

I've people to entertain

I juggle one handed

Do some magic tricks and

The best imitation of myself

Maybe I'm thinking myself in a hole

Wondering, who I am when I ought to know

Straighten up now time to go

Fool somebody else, fool somebody else

Last night I was east with them

And west within

Trying to be for you what you wanna see

But I can't help it with you

The good and bad comes through

Don't want you hanging out with

No one but me

Now if it's all the same

It comes from the same place

And if my mind's somewhere else

You won't be able to tell

I do the best imitation of myself

Yes it's uncanny to see

You'd really think it was me

The best imitation of myself

The best imitation of myself


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