Yeah, I don't really listen to rap.

but Saul Williams is a freakin' prophet.

Today we're doing "Penny for a thought"

"to be honest, some freedom of speech makes me nervous;
and you looking for another martyr in the form of a man,
hair like a mane with an outstretched hand
in a roar of hearts, thoughts,
reactionary defensiveness and counter intelligence"

yeah, this guy's got it. Which is probably why everyone is still listening to Ke$sha
and Lady Gaga and 3oh!3

"an emcee told a crowd of hundreds to put their hands in the air
an armed robber stepped to a bank and told everyone to put their hands in the air
a Christian minister gives his benediction while the congregation hold their hands in the air
love the image of the happy Buddha with his hands in the air
hands up and feel confused, define tomorrow;
your belief system ain't louder than my car system"


Maybe I'll be a rapper.

or maybe not.

Today, I relieve my stress.

"Stress?" you say, "you're only 16 years old! you don't know what stress is! pooh pooh!"

Well, I like to think that I do. In fact, I think its arguable that I spend more time at my "work" than most people with an actual job. I am responsible for grades in 7 classes (AP US History, AP Biology, Honors English, Journalism, Pre-Calculus, Jazz Band and Marching Band), all of which have homework or some "extra" thing I am required to do.

Take Marching band for example; I wake up at 5 o'clock, leave my house at 6:20. When I get to school, I set up my instrument, then count the number of people in my section (there should be 5 freshmen, 2 sophomores, a senior, and myself). As section leader, I am expected to ensure that everyone in my section has their music memorized, and plays it with correct dynamics, articulation, and tone. It came to my attention that the majority of my freshmen do not know how to read music, and the majority of my section has extreme difficulty playing. So I spend most of my time teaching them (consider that a private lesson costs a minimum of $20 from an "adult" and I do this for free). After school (2:35- 5+) I am responsible to have my section marching satisfactorily (correct posture, correct horn positioning, correct foot timing, correct technique, correct visuals, etc.) as well as incorporating the musical work from that morning. Yeah, I love marching band. But it is stressful.

Add into the mix the hours of homework I have from my AP/Honors classes, working toward my Gold Award, and worrying about college, and, well, it all adds up. On Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays I am at school from 6:40-5:45. Thats eleven hours a day, not including homework. Wednesdays I am at school eight hours. Fridays seven. Add into that one and a half (average) hours of homework a night, and I have almost a seventy hour workweek. Not including football games on Fridays, and competitions lasting up to 15 hours on Saturdays. And though I do choose to do these activities, and I really do love them, just sometimes I need a little rest.

WHICH IS TODAY! Today is a day off, and sorry teachers who aren't getting payed for today, but I'm really happy about this. As described pictorally here.

Note: I also have 5 followers now!

Things that happened to me today.

I had my heart broken sevral times today.
No not like "I'm so in love!" heart broken.
But like "I think you're awesome and you seem to hate me" heart broken.
Here are some examples:

So as you can see, today was not particularly great. But everything's alright now because they all redeemed themselves. except Mr. Right Foot Pinky. He is pending amputation.



...And then there were 3.

3 followers! This is amazing.
probably the best thing that has ever happened to me*

*besides anything else cool/fun that has happened to me ever.

Update, 9:20am. Talbot is a meanie.

Good morning, World.

Yes, 6:15, time to get up....
OR HEAD OUT TO SCHOOL.
Well, technically I leave at 6:20.
but I'm sure some poor soul leaves at 6:15.

THIS IS BOGUS.

To my one Follower,

I'm sorry you're having a lousy day.
But at least McBride follows you.
Not that I care.  Since we're being honest, I'll probably kill you both when I finally snap.
not really.
because I could never kill anyone.
But I'll give you a dirty look.
No, I won't. Because I like and respect you both.

I'm sorry that boys are smelly and lame.
But let me tell you a story.

Today my mother wanted the computer, but I had (and still have) lots of homework. So I said "NO!" and she was like "well, sheesh" and I was like "NO!" and she started walking away and I was like "WAITTTTTT... okay."
which is why I have no spine.

as described pictorially here.

How I am vs How I wish I was.

This could've made a fantastic Venn Diagram. But I will explain it pictorally.

Just a little insight into my life...