This requires no words.

Of course, I reap what I sow (I should have taken French!) and when what I’ve sown comprises hollow beets and cheaters looking for A’s, my solution is… to laugh. (reírse!)

(Latino Guy is complaining about how Security doesn’t like his shoes, clothes, or hair. They associate him with ugliness because of his friends.)

Sra. Drill Sheet: Why do you, like, hang out with hoodlums?
Latino Guy: Because they’re my friends! And don’t call them hoodlums, they’re not hoodlums.
Sra. Drill Sheet: Then why are they in trouble?
Guy: Because they’re profiling!
Latino Guy: Yeah, they’re racially profiling.
Guy: I didn’t say racially, I said they’re just profiling.
Latino Guy: What? Shut up!
Sra. Drill Sheet: Are they in a gang?
Latino Guy: They… (pause)… I’m not at liberty to say.

10 Minutes Later

Guy: What’s that bad word you used earlier for Mexicans?
Sra. Drill Sheet: Can I say it? … spic.
Latino Guy: In 7th grade, this little ??? called me a spic and I POPPED that fool! THAT’S how I met my friends.
Sra. Drill Sheet: F3. Stop showing off.

Tuesday 1/27

Guy: What’s smaller, 1/4 or 1/8?
Girl: 1/4! Because it’s… like… 1/4. (confusion)
Guy (to someone else): What’s smaller, 1/4 or 1/8?
Guy 2: I dunno. 1/4?
Me and Partner: o__________O

1. Click on Student.
2. On the left side, sign up for an account.
3. Fill out all your info.
4. Swoon.

When your PSAT scores come, you can enter your code and they will spout stuff. (You can also sign up for daily review questions to practice for PSATs)

5 weeks 2 days until my suffering in P.E ends.
2 weeks 6 days until Obama wins.
1 week 3 days until the Election ’08 convention.
1 week until my birthday.
6 days until my parents come back and slap me for losing my phone.
5 days before I have to run around frantically trying to clean the house.
3 days and several hours until Marsy’s bday party.
3 days until the PSATs.
2 days until my temporal peace.
2 hours 15 minutes before Obama and McCain’s final debate. (which, btw, I’ll be blogging about in veeqdee.wordpress!)

AP World History: B-
“The Class That Is Almost As Hard As Math”
I F-’d the first two tests. And Bielski is evil. I think I should get an extra 20 points for doing 200% of the work on MY poster.

Spanish: B
“The Class Where I Sulk And Do History Homework”
I failed participation, because I hate this class.

Honors Chemistry: A
“The Class Where I Do Math Homework”
I don’t know what’s going on in here.

Honors Precalculus: B-
“The Class Where I Copy Marsy”
I’ll fix this someday. I shunned the first two chapters because I hate algebra.

P.E, Weight Training: A-
“The Class With Way Too Many Fucking Mirrors”
I don’t get where the minus came from. I did everything. I super aced the test. I did 50x more than Sock Guy and the THEMs in the class. ._.

English: A
“The Class Where I Socialize”
Woohoo. This class is ridiculously easy. I miss my A+.

I started as a teeny 6th grader. I never made it. The closest I got was in 2006 or ’05, when I wrote 25,000 words. I’ve never been so close since. But I know that this year, yo puedo.

-ignites fickle stick of optimism-

But with this workload (it never gets better!) I’m afraid I won’t have enough time to sleep. I think if I cut away the hours I spend watching TV and procrastinating, my chances improve. But that’s a hard feat in itself. Actually, I think National Novel Writing Month could also be resold under the guise of National Anti-Procrastination Month– the two come hand-in-hand.

I may be posting segments at my thoroughly cobwebby writing blog, <http://wrotevqd.wordpress.com>. I also have a list of goals there, which I’ll duplicate here.

TO-DO BY NOVEMBER

1. Be ahead two world outlines.
2. Be ahead three English lesson and sentences. (Although, essays can technically be part of my word count if I write them in Nov, but that’s so cheap!)
3. Absorb math knowledge from magical people. (like Vincent.)
4. Christmas? I hate Christmas!
5. Make some Spanish note cards. (Probably not necessary.)
6. Wonder if I can go to Fall State.
7. Update iPod–at last!

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After An, Iman, et al. go to JSA convention on Saturday:

5th – 6th Passing Period

An: IMAN! Your friends are bitches! I LOVE IT!
Yvonne: … O_O

CLOG RUSH (Lunch)

Me: Join JSA! We’re awesome.
Guy: Do we get to talk about how awful the Bush administration is?
Me: YES! Woohoo.
Guy: Well what if we LIKE George Bush and John McCain! >OOOOOO
Me: ._. That’s impossible. -flees-

key club (monday)/interact/amnesty

• obligatory community service club. I don’t think it matters much which one I pick.
• thoroughly unenjoyable, but necessary.
• leaning towards key club. maybe. (whatever’s on whichever available day, I guess.)

JSA (Wednesdays)

Chess Club (Mondays and Thursdays)

• very low priority, but I miss chess.

Math Club (Thursdays)

• for benefit of college app.
• with that many smart people there, I should absorb some of their knowledge through.. diffusion. or something.
• test requisite. ._. wtf? what if I fail?!
• Their flier was soooo, SOOOO, ugly. I must fix it. (They didn’t even cut straight. and their non-colors were faded.)

the ir(reverent) word (Fridays/lunch)

• school magazine.
• improve on writing
• create solid, consistent undertone for college application.
• may help with Journalism recommendation.
• moderately respect-worthy non-Theys at helm.

Other Clubs

pandac: Something about pink and AIDs. …cute, but confusing. poor presentation indicates THEMs.
CSF: 1/2 community service x 1/2 grades-gloating = 1/4 the effectiveness.
Chinese Club; VSA; BSU; etc: Uhh… I don’t get the point of these clubs. “Woohoo. I’m Asian?”
Asian Media: … … I have no words.