FLOOD.

Oh. Man. It is friggin' pouring out right now. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love the rain. I find it calming and beautiful.

Unfortunately, this school is pretty old. The district is working on building us a new school, but I'm a senior, so I won't be in it. (The senior class is bitter 'cause we were supposed to graduate from said building.) Anyway, funds that would normally go toward the building we're in are being diverted to construction. Appropriate, but frustrating. For example, this school has needed new computers for YEARS, but we're still using the really old ones. They're slow, and they act up a lot. Oh, and don't get me started on the printers.

So! Seeing as our school is so poor, and it's pouring outside, our cafeteria, which is below the first floor, is flooding. Ha ha ha ha ha. Our principal came over the PA and said that due to the rain the cafeteria is flooding, so you should only go down there if it's to get to another class. We're not going to have lunch down there, apparently. She said that arrangements would be made so we could eat in other places. My best friend Abby (Ab, Abstract, Aqua Ab, however I refer to her, it's her, for future reference.) was wondering how kids who get school lunch would get it. I figure they'll have us eat in the gym, which is right next to the cafeteria, so they could just float it all over.

Personally, I'm thinking I'm going to eat in my creative writing room, room 309. I could maybe even work on my senior thesis, like I should be now. In my defense, I still consider this senior thesis work. (The librarian bitched me out before for being on my "e-mail", ha, when I should be working. This is work!)

While I'm thinking about it, I'd like to dedicate my blogs to the person who inspired me to blog in the first place. Little Aaron, we haven't met yet, but I know of you through Chris. You're so awesome, and you have such spirit and dedication. I can't wait to see you at UMass Dartmouth's (UMD) production of "The Who's Tommy". :) His blog is at eyesite2theblind.blogspot.com.

Ahh, I got derailed. I forgot what I was going to write about. Oh! My friend Morgan is visiting, I presume, to work on the school yearbook. I'm in charge of editing, yeehaw! In years past, my school's yearbook has been pretty whack in terms of editing, EVEN IF A WRITER WORKED ON IT. Sorry Kristina. I want to go through EVERY PAGE and make sure that there aren't any mistakes. I wish I could also prevent people from their stupidity in their quotes, but they do have the right to free speech. (Sometimes I do think that right is abused.)

My quote shall be, "It is not necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities; nostalgia, and the other is paperwork." -Frank Zappa

That's a loose quotation. I have it written down, but I don't want to get out the sheet of paper. I saw a quote on a case of Jones soda that said, "A person is intelligent. People are stupid." I forget who said it though! That sums up how I feel about people perfectly! But Zappa is so much more esoteric and funny.

I wish I was out in the rain right now, dancing. With Chris. That would be far too fun, though. Thus, I cannot.

Why I am I so hunched over at my seat? I have back problems, I don't make them any better.

I think I get some kind of stupid pleasure out of starting anew, and being able to tell people the same stories I've told my friends already a million times over. I think I get this because my mom tells the same stories over and over, either to me or when I'm around. I at least make the distinction of telling new people, and making an effort to tell them once.

Ahh, it's Friday. I get to go home, take my contacts out, curl up in bed for 45 or 50 minutes, go to therapy, go home, and probably sleep more. Sleep, at this point, is like a state of euphoria for me. I feel the best when I fall asleep, or wake up from a long, deep sleep. Or even a quick deep sleep, like the kind I get in chemistry or statistics. Oh MAN! I didn't do my stats homework. Well, I'll probably stay in 309 for lunch, so long as I'm quiet. I'll eat and work on my homework.

I love statistics. I ended up in the course by chance, but it's so useful. I was talking with goon buddy Justin last night, and I was trying to my homework. I had to run a simulation with 30 trials. Justin just said, "Here! I'll give you a random number! Three!" I pounced on him. Verbally. 75% of people have a predilection to choose the number three. It's not an equal chance, so it's not random. In statistics, random is hard to achieve without a calculator or computer. People are so naturally biased!

In another instance, my orthodox Jew friend, I'll probably just call him my Yid, was talking about how the "average" American mindset is like that of a thirteen year old's. I asked him what age range was surveyed, and he said he didn't know. I said, "Argument over." How can you make a statement like that without backing yourself up? Especially as a stats student!

I'll say it right now, too little and too late. I write a lot. That's what I do. I have a lot on my mind. So it's cool if you skim. I was notorious on RvB for never reading journals, so I can't hold it against you. You could say I'm on an anti-hypocrisy campaign.

I still want to be out in the rain.

The other girls in this class, a study hall, always look up these designer fashions. If I didn't know they wanted to work in the fashion industry, and that they're visual art students, I'd be a bit miffed. I don't really follow fashions. I usually wear a hoodie, a t-shirt, jeans, scarf, etc. I wear my clothes for years on end. I've had my pinstripe blazer since... sophomore year? Still wear it. I don't even remember when I got my Trogdor hoodie, but I've had that forever. Hell! I've had the same shoes since freshman year. I'm going to get new ones after I graduate.

Ergh, the internet went down, and I can't get to my P: drive. I'm saving this, hopefully, to my flash drive. Oh, it's a thing of beauty. 1 gig, biatch!

Oh good God, my left second piercing is REALLY sore and infected right now. Ouchie ouchie ouchie. I took the earring out. I think I need sterling silver earrings for my second piercings. I have some sterlings in my first piercings, and they've been great lately! These second ones, though. Sketch-o-licious. It seriously hurts like hell, though.

Man, there's a chick in my study hall and homeroom who laughs like a chipmunk She's alright, but her laugh pisses me off sometimes.

I just realized that Chris hasn't texted me yet today. It's Friday, and he has class at 10, but it's 9:50. Huh. Ah well. I'll bug him.

More later,
~*The Pie