<p>I haven’t read any Shel Silverstein. I need to, though, for realz.</p>
<p>The Scarlet Letter can go die. The teacher gives us worksheets about the theme and stuff, but we do them in class and he tells us the answer. So pointless.</p>
<p>Worksheets about theme? Sounds rigorous. We do the same thing everyday, read for hw, discuss all class period, with the occasional essay thrown in.</p>
<p>Mango is delicious.</p>
<p>Oh yeah. It stresses me out immensely to just think about those ten vocabulary words I need to know, like scrupulous and infamy. OMG so hard.</p>
<p>And this is where I depart.</p>
<p>Adios. I’m of to analyze poetry, yay…</p>
<p>I have one German assignment to do, but my legs ache so much from swimming that I don’t want to do it.</p>
<p>Eh, I’ll just get it over with and go to bed. And then wake up early and swim… again.</p>
<p>What is your assignment? Weight lifting exercises where you count in German? “Eins, zwei. Eins, zwei.” I think that’s right. I haven’t contemplated German since 7th grade.</p>
<p>I finished my lit crit paper. I’ve now successfully deconstructed the major theme of the movie I was criticizing. In college prep English, we write about movies instead of books. I guess people are too inept to read? We read one novel in class per year, and one on our own, where we don’t have to do very much. Yeah.</p>
<p>Tonight I’m writing all sorts of other things. I have two articles for the school paper, and a poem for Spanish. It’s an acrostic poem, and of course I drew the girl’s name that’s the longest in the class, with umlaut in it. We’ll see how that goes.</p>
<p>Well, my assignment had nothing to do with physical labor (it was actually the easiest assignment I’ve had to do since eighth grade), but the soreness in my legs certainly was distracting. I got a 99 on my German test, though, which is pretty nice.</p>
<p>I’m going to fencing tonight: I hope I get to actually fence again. The drills aren’t bad, but actually doing bouts makes the drills look positively dreadful.</p>
<p>Holy mother of gawd.</p>
<p>I have been getting really crappy grades so far this year. In calculus, I got a 95 on my first quiz and a 90 on the second one. That’s atrocious, since I have to keep a 95 in every class to keep my 4.0. And I HAVE to keep that 4.0, or else I can just kiss good colleges goodbye. If I drop to a 3.99, I’ll be ranked #3, and no good college is going to accept someone that’s ranked 3/50, a 2110 SAT, and mediocre ECs.</p>
<p>Well. I’m off to the gym.</p>
<p>You do that, Canadian.</p>
<p>I have an audition tonight.</p>
<p>PS: DVR, I wish you wouldn’t go to the gym at such inopportune times.</p>
<p>What are you auditioning for?</p>
<p>Well then, it looks like someone returned to CC.</p>
<p>Not really.</p>
<p>I wasn’t talking about you.</p>
<p>Vectors are silly.</p>
<p>I know that, daft Canadian.</p>
<p>English is silly.</p>
<p>English and vectors are both equally silly.</p>
<p>I can’t survive without a planner.</p>
<p>Bluetooth is tiring.</p>
<p>Project Runway is ridiculous.</p>
<p>It is, but the people who like it are even more ridiculous.</p>
<p>Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd is epic.</p>