The Gemini Complex

This weekend has been horrible. I only really enjoyed myself for the latter part of Saturday night, but the rest of the time, I was too busy being a bitch or sulking to do anything right. Waking up this morning was weird. When I got up, I laid on the couch in the study hall room, somehow feeling like something had and was going to go wrong. And it did. I had to have things explained to me at least three times before it made more sense. Somehow, Kelly has been made out to be very irrational in my mind, so whenever she comes to me to explain something, to discipline, I usually can't accept it that first time. So I had to have the Schachners explain it to me again, as I see them as much more rational. It's sad that they'll be out of the picture soon. I'm just grateful for the opportunity to know them. I'm so sick of this cycle. I keep so much of myself bottled up. I actually can't wait for the day that I crack. I might actually have some fun then. I'm sorry.

Day # I Think I Lost Count

The very first line in the previous entry remains. I am SO upset. I really hate waiting. I REALLY, REALLY, DO. Don't tell me you're going to do something and then not do it. PLEASE don't, especially when it's something that's as big a deal as this. There are multiple people involved here. Hell, you had me up at one last night about this. Where the hell are you?!

But I can't stay angry for long. First off, it's not in my nature. Second off, I'm worrying too. Anything can happen. And third, but certainly not least, I got into my top choice college. As of today, I am officially a Mawrter! Now, about financial aid...

I'm going to type an email, sulk, and probably force myself to sleep. My head hurts... Too much stress.

Day # 89

|=.|_|.(.|<._Y.().|_|. Brownie points if you know what that says, even though it probably won't look right once it's in the appropriate font. The both of you need to hear it every now and then, ya goddamn mofos.

Nice to know that you can tell the truth every now and then. You've got the nerve to say some kind of $|-|17 like that as immature as you can be. But that's ok. We already know what I think of you sometimes. Hell yea, I'm offended. How are you going to write something like that on my own blog? How in the hell am I annoying when you don't even see me every day? Oh, and, write in English, PLEASE.

SCREW YOU and everything and everyone else that's managed to piss me off between yesterday and today, whether by legitimate means are not. WTF was the deal with the phone the other day? It seemed to cut off right in the nick of time. I appologize if I offended you or something, but damn, that's trifling. That is, ASSUMING that you hung up. If you don't call, I don't think the request for you to stay is going to be made. I need clarification. Because as of now, I'm pissed. I forsee disaster.

I've been feeling victimized this entire week, for a while really. I suppose that's why I'm so wary of everything in the first place. So afraid of PAIN.

Some nice things happened today, but I'm in a rotten mood, and house meetings don't help exactly. PEACE OUT.

Day # 88

Wow, my entries have been long all week. Somebody's got some catching up to do. Or not. I don't think this weekend deal is going to happen. Maybe the next? I really want you to be able to ask them yourself if you can come down here, though. That's why I was stalling in the first place. And I figure it's only fair to give them a breather. Not that you were trouble for them or anything. I do miss you, but... I wonder if mother and father would care? It's not like we're unsupervised or anything, so... XD

Maybe I spoke too soon about SAD. Or maybe it goes with the time of the month. Egh. Or recent events. Today was a bit of a miserable day. They changed my lunch. I feel the need to curse, to express emphasis. But I shall refrain, for the moment. When my third block teacher told me the news, I almost cried. I finally get lunch with all my friends and somebody screws me over. Sure, A lunch is ridiculously crowded, but it had to be my luck to be in a class that was switched. I ought to pretend like I forgot tomorrow, but that'd make me a cutter. I will admit that I did that once. Anyways, my backup friends are not in that lunch either. And it sucks ASS. (Oh excuse me I meant arse.) It's back up to the library in the throes of starvation (kidding, I can last until two or three thirty) and loneliness for me. After a week of that I'll get "depressed" again and force myself to go down, for better or worse. But I doubt there's anyone decent enough left to make friends with at C lunch. Geez. I didn't realize that I'd gotten this dependent on my friends. But in all actuality, it's one person. Christ, I'm going to miss her. *sobs*

No really, I do feel like crying again. I am such a WRECK. I should go eat something. That always makes me feel better, that is until I get hungry again fifteen to thirteen minutes later. (Fatty. XD) Uhm. Last night I was up at midnite making da bomb cheese/green and red peppers/kielbasa omlette. I accidently poured like a gallon of pepper into the... egg stuff, but it worked out fine in the end. Salt was not needed, considering the fact that kielbasa is so salty. Mmm... food. I SO need some Butter Pecan right now...

It'd be nice to have you around too. But we know what happens everytime. If I could spend a month alone with you, alone, for the most, but not entire part, that'd do me some good. But the odds of that happening...

I think I officially have a hernia. I just lifted a 20lb + box of paper. Pain. I am such a WEAKLING.

Rant of the day - I hate to feel like a lab animal. Kathleen, my roomie, has a number of friends that enjoy watching me. (...Ew...) They find me amusing. When I'm not looking, (even if I'm sitting RIGHT beside them) they just watch me, looking for "funny" instances to tell to their little friends. The only reason why I know they do this is because of Kathleen. Why do I bother to listen? I guess I'm a fool. But still, you know what I have to say to these girls? Get a freaking life. (Whew, almost switched that up thar.) Pay attention in class for once. Your grades might go up. I guess I find it annoying because I can't quite understand how they could be so easily entertained. Apparently the very sound of my voice can send them into a fit of giggles sometimes. Am I really that much of a geek? Or are they that immature? It's ok, it's ok. After all, I don't give a shit what they think of me. I just like to complain. It's a shame I have to resort back to apathy in school. It was so much more fun the other way.

So then, to top the day off, the computer I use in the Graphic Design lab was down today, so I was ONCE AGAIN ushered to the back. And I HATE the back. Jesus CHRIST. Good thing tomorrow I have class at the Community Art Center. It's all I feel I have going for me sometimes. Even though, sometimes it doesn't help my mood either, particularly when I'm in a block or when I get to thinking about my college decisions. Oh my Jesus.

*Sigh* I am officially back to hating school. And with AP History on the roster, it ain't gettin' any better. Yes, I'm a pessimist at heart. So sue me.

Forgive them for they know not what they do...

Ok, so maybe they aren't half bad. But if I can avoid dealing with them, especially the really disrespetful types, I'd probably be better off. Yea, yea, I know it's not their fault... Apparently I did a good job today. Who woulda thought? According to the teacher I was assisting, some little kid had a crush on me. That was funny. I could kind of tell in the end, though, because he held the door open for me. That was sweet. During class, one of the little kids was like, "It's rude to ask a lady her age!" when one of the kids did so. Sometimes kids are pretty cute. It's just that my tolerance levels need a bit of tweaking. I dunno. It was fun today. Who knows if I'll do it again?

Day # 87

Uhm... I think it's the 87th day. Haven't been keeping track exactly. I think that even when I write these things, I have ADD. I always find myself remembering stuff I was supposed to write long after the fact. So right now I'm in class, clearly not doing what I should. This is Graphic Design 3 / Independent Study. You know, there probably shouldn't be spaces between the slashes. But anyways, the teacher is absent today. We were supposed to be watching the video, but we were assigned the worst substitute of all time. Today he gives me this whole spiel about him being thirty five years older than me and knowing alot. CLEARLY you don't know much if you don't know how to start a DVD and/or plug in a TV. It's hilarious. It's like he just landed on this planet or something. I obviously know that we're supposed to be watching this video, but I couldn't fail my classmates now, could I? As the eldest member of the class (in terms of both grade and experience with this course), I naturally felt called to order. So I went next door and got the keys to get the mouses out of the closet for the Macs instead of having him start the video. We'd be pretty darn bored anyways. Yea, so here I am...

Lunch is absolutely perfect, for once in my life. I have lunch with all my friends and even that bit has grown a tad. There's Andii, Kay, Steph, and a new addition to the bunch, Rebecca. She's an artist, so naturally I took a liking to her. I really like her style, too. It's pretty neat. The Friday before finals, she came over Andrea's for the weekly ritual of "Halo Night" and joined in on the fun. It was then that I witnessed her talent. We talked about collaborating and whatnot. It was cool. That's one of the reasons why i need to hurry up and get this thing prepared so that I can show off my skills. But dammit, I can't quite think of a domain name. If this kind of stuff is keeping me up at night, it's obviously important to me.

The placement of lunch this semester is really nice because it pretty much splits my day in half in terms of difficulty. Spanish is moderate, AP History is high, then lunch is break time after the teacher's lecturing. GOD I got my first taste of that today and I was nodding off, especially since I was dismissed to the back. I should've been Rosa Parks today, but the kid that took my seat is cool and the kid I sit next to now is pretty decent, so I just stayed put. The reason I'd sat in the front in the first place was to keep myself awake. Although it may not have been a successful tactic, it was at least an attempt. The teacher requested that we stay put in our current seats so that he could remember names, although honestly, given the fact that I'm the only black kid in the class, how difficult will it be to remember mine?

After lunch when we have AP Human Geography, I have to go outside of the building in order to get to my next class - in the trailers. They're not so bad, actually. I like the way they smell - kind of like wood, they have a water cooler (SPRING water, not fountain water, guaranteed called and hopefully clean), and the rooms are warm. ALL of them. It's great because I generally carry my coat around the school all day. The only real problem I have with the trailers is that they're like paper thin so we can hear everything if the class three doors down is rowdy. We'll get used to it, I'm sure. The desks and chairs are kinda like cardboard too (only not), but somehow they seem more reliable than the ones in the school with the screws coming out and whatnot. No rocky desks! Hurrah!

So I get to teach a class at the Community Art Center, if all goes well. As I've said several times by now, I'm not the biggest fan of children, exactly. Though they're middle schoolers, they pretty much tend to retain that childlike mentality until high school (and unfortunately, beyond sometimes). Still, the other day I was touched when this kid, a sixth grader, said goodbye to me. He was so adorable! But there might be a reason for that even. Basically, last year I had this one kid I defined as my "stalkee," basically someone I just really adored. I probably went a little too far with the last kid, though. XD That probably sounds so sick. This one kid was like half Japanese or something and reminded me of the Beetles. I used to bug him alot, especially since we go to the same school. We still do, but I stopped saying hello because he seems a little wary of me. He'll poke me every now and then and shyly say hello, which is nice. But as for the new kid, younger this time around, he SO looks like a cartoon character. He's so adorable. Quote of the day, "I don't understand those words [PMS]." That was HEELAIREEUS. I'd discuss how that conversation occurred, but I have to start getting everyone to pack up. Don't want to miss my bus because of a few people that can't shut down and store their mouses! I'll be back to write later, about my teaching experience. Ta-ta!

Day # 86

Nah, I'm not sleep yet. What else should you expect if I spent my entire weekend going to bed at four? And the fact that we had a two hour delay today didn't help exactly. It's just going to make my sleeping schedule even more shifty. I just like being up at night more. I don't hate the daylight or anything, but there's something a little more charming about the darkness and whatnot. It could be the fact that I'm alone or that there's no noise (except for that loud ass washing machine that's through the wall and behind me). Man, if we had a two hour delay everyday of the week, I'd be set. Something about the winter makes it a little harder to get up in the morning too. You wanna know another thing that's been keeping me up a lot lately? Those freaking squirrels! They've found some way to nest inside the walls of the house or something, and they drive me crazy in the whee hours of the night, scratching and running back and forth. I hate rodents, I swear. Funny though how fear fuels hatred.

So today we started our second semester classes. It's like the first day of school again. This is the very reason why I love the block scheduling system. For me to have the same eight classes all year would bore me to tears. Everytime we start a new set of classes, I'm so excited, ready to put my all into my work. But one, maybe two weeks later, back to slackage. I'm thinking it'll be alot worse now considering the fact that I'm a second semester senior. But luckily I only have one major class. College Social Science Seminar (whoo that's a mouthful), otherwise known as AP History, will probably be the death of me. But somehow, the challenge is a little exciting. Teacher says he wants to make our experience as college like as possible. That makes perfect sense considering the fact that those days are right around the corner. I really don't like the sound of that, actually. I have so much fear running though me. What if I'm going about this the wrong way? I could transfer, yea, that's what everyone says, but that can often prolong the college experience. I'm afraid I won't be able to pursue my passions as I wish. I don't know. I'll just have to take it as it comes.

So anyways, my entire new schedule, in order, is as follows:

• Spanish Seminar Honors
• College Social Science Seminar
• AP Human Geography
• Graphic Design 3 / Independent Study

Looks like fun, eh? Really, in spite of the Honors and AP labels you see, those two courses are supposed to be a piece of cake. (Wait a sec...I don't like cake... Or pie for that matter...) Spanish is Spanish after all, and I already know AP Human Geography is going to be simple. See, all of this can be simple if I just do my work. That's all it takes. I can tell myself that now, but it'll go in one ear and out the other.

Another thing that's been keeping me up is my freaking obsession with buying a domain. I'm going crazy trying to think of a name. I've looked for inspiration in everything from music lyrics to the dictionary. There's one I've thought of that I like very much, but the trouble is, the common people do not know how to spell. I don't know. We'll see.

Although the first week of fresh classes is exciting, I'm not exactly looking forward to school tomorrow. Sleeping in for two extra hours has got me spoiled. Someone should SO break the water main.

Winter - It's Official Now

There is at least a foot of snow on the ground outside. It's absolutely beautiful, especially considering the fact that it doesn't get dirty nearly as quickly as it does in the city. Once it starts to turn that black icky color, it's just a disgusting reminder of all the pollution we put into the air. Ew.

Normally during this time of year, I'd usually be somewhat under the influence of the SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder), but I'm actually pretty good. I have nothing to be sad about, for the moment. Except that...

Yistiddy I had over $100 dollars stolen from me, in my own house. What kind of crap is that? The girls had members of an ABC house in Lower Merion visit, along with a number of other friends and whatnot. Now first I must blame myself for my irresponsibility - one of the freshman who has the dining room chore was telling me all week to remove my coat from the area. Did I? No. So that's one side of the picture. But c'mon man! This is MY house, I should be able to leave my stuff wherever the heck I want to without worrying over somebody else's klepto guest. The worst part is, a fraction of that was Xmas money for my best friend(s) delayed gift(s). Now I'm empty handed. I feel horrible. But, I think I'm fairly over it. Had I spent the money like I was supposed to, it'd be gone by now anyway. But still... what am I to do?

I should get a job. Speaking of which, I was offered the opportunity to teach a class full of middle schoolers the basics of cartooning. At first I was like...kids. I don't like kids. But then I was like, oh shiznit you're paying me?! And then I said, wait, I'm not that good! But then I started to recall how WAY WAY WAY back in the day, I used to want to be a teacher. Pfft. As if. But who knows? I could just do this. I could probably put it on my resume... How in the hell do you create accented characters? I hope it's not one of those ampersand (&) deals (which of course it is). But anyways, in terms of a job, at this moment in time, I really don't want it to take up too much of my time. It's good practice, I'm sure, but EW. I won't babysit. Kids just make me uneasy. Yes, THAT'S precisely the reason why I don't like them. Trifling, I know. Old people scare me too. And babies. You just never know if they're gonna... die or something. XD Wow. Morbid, I know. Pfft.

Soon as we got off the phone, I went to sleep. No dreams.. :( It wasn't really a deep sleep since there was an awful lot of noise, so I couldn't really expect any. But now I'm wiiide awake. I woke up at... Dunno. Hmm... I need to occupy myself. I'll start drawing now! Ta-ta!

Day # 85

OMG YAY. The new Chevelle CD finally arrived in the mail from the BMG Music Service. Bob and Jude had sent me a certificate for Christmas and I'd ordered Chevelle's and Fefe's CD. For whatever reason, Chevelle's CD was on backorder, so I'm just receiving it now. I don't really have the time to check it out right now considering the fact that I still have a 6+ page memoir to write and I can't always concentrate with music on, but I'm sure it's good considering I already love two of the tracks, Vitamin R (Leading Us Along) and Panic Prone, to be specific. So yea, I'll get to that, maybe even write a review or add a few files to the Radio Blog! I doubt that, though.

This weekend was great. A little too nippy, in a number of ways, but nice. It's nice to have a break every once in a while, from school, from life, from the many types of shackles that bind you to existence, conscience among them.

That's all I'll say about it at the moment. Maybe I'll come back to this again when I'm done, if I ever get done. I've got so much to do. Thank goodness tomorrow's a half day. Wish me luck on my finals! I have my Statistics final tomorrow and my Physics one on Thursday. Ugh, I hate math. Toodles!

Day # 82

Yea, 'scuse my French, but, Asia, you're such an asshole sometimes, ya know? (Ain't that the truth.) Why must you deny the blatantly OBVIOUS? C'mon, WTF is wrong with you?! I don't know, they don't know, nobody knows. Fix this. In two days, well, one since it's 12:35 at the moment, it's your time. It's his time. Prove yourself. (What are we proving exactly?) And for goodness sake, quit being such a freakin' kid. Nobody likes kids, especially not you. Just grow up!

Like the song clip on your page btw. It's, like, almost word for word about us. But anyways, I've added a song. I don't know if you'll be able to hear it, but yeh. Really only the first stanza, the chorus, and (part of) the break or bridge or whatever the heck its called applies. Good stuff.

Thank you and I'm sorry.

Day # 80

Wow... 100 days of school left! Whoo hoo! That actually kind of sucks, especially since I haven't taken full advantage of this situation at all. There is so much I should've done here that I haven't. But eh. No use dwelling in the past, though.

But for the moment, I must rant about events past and about a bit of the future. Ahem. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! This is so wrong! Here I am, I haven't spent a dime on you and 700 bucks plus?! No one is allowed to make that many sacrifices for me, not even if it is in the name of this deal called "love," whatever that is. I demand that you cease and desist. I will not have it, at least not by my fault. It's wrong, so very wrong! I don't deserve someone like you. I am a horrible, horrible girl. WTF is it that you want from me?! How can you dare say that I am appealing to you?! I just don't get that, among other things. I don't like to be spoiled. It makes me feel like I'm using people, and that's not the type of girl I want to be. I feel that I am indebted to you. Debt. That is a very filthy word, for payback isn't always exactly clean. Ew. Why, Noah? Why? We have to cut it down, boy. We have to cut it down. IT just isn't fair otherwise.

I'm seriously falling asleep, man. I was up until 1 last night. I can't help staying up. It's not so much that I can't sleep, but I just enjoy being up. The night is empowering somehow. I often feel like my muse, among other things, is at its peak in the wee hours of the night. Or it could be the friggin' Internet that keeps me up. If I am addicted to anything as of this moment, it is this thing. Oh, and then there are people. Whee! A Simple Plan song is in my head! Don't you justlove 'em? *cough*

My vision is blurring. That's how tired I feel. Or it could just be the fact that my glasses probably have all kinds of crap all over them. *checks* Negative. I'm tired. But I must do Statistics homework... Off.

The Crowned Procrastinator

I started cleaning my room the other day. My clothing is taken care of, for the most part. Still, I have random stuff that needs to go into and/or out of my desk. There's alot of crap in there that I've forgotten I even had. Moving out of this place is going to be hell.

I shouldn't be bored because there is plenty left to tidy up in my room. I shouldn't be bored because I have an essay due Wednesday for a (THICK) book I haven't even really looked at. ;_; (When did I become such a procrastinator?! SparkNotes to the rescue! X_X) I shouldn't be bored because I am well aware of what to do for my English final and he said he'd prefer to have that earlier than the day of the final. I shouldn't be bored because I'm pretty sure I have some homework to take care of. I shouldn't be bored because I have some loose ends on the financial part of the college application to mend.

WHY AM I STILL SITTING HERE?! God... senior year sucks. I'm going to go not be at the computer for a bit. Or at least TRY to be. Egh. Sloth is the deadliest sin, I swear. Toodles.

Day # 78

Still listening to Fefe. I really like her voice. Her music videos amuse me, though. She makes all these funny faces and in pretty much all of them, does these funky sort of dances. It's cool, though, because it adds a flair of originality to her for that. I don't think she's really made it to the mainstream, though. I have all my speculations, but, whatever. It sucks though because I think she's pretty good. That, however, is all a matter of opinion. You know what I was actually daydreaming about? Me, at the talent show, performing one of her songs, with a live band and everything. As if. I can't sing anyways, though a good chunk of the people that are admitted into the talent show every year can't either. Who'd play the song for me, anyway? I can't play guitar, or any musical instrument for that matter. I have stage fright, too, and that auditorium is PACKED come... April? In fact, it's always been to the point where it's over legal occupancy. Yea... I could never do that.

Let's see... school was boring today. I almost missed my bus this morning since I woke up at 6:40, when my bus arrives at my official bus stop. I had to get dressed in less than five minutes and head up a slight hill, in the mist, about three blocks. Fun stuff. After school I went to Andrea's. I don't understand how they play Halo for so long. It's cool, especially playing and speaking with absolute strangers online. I suck at that game. That could be why I get bored of it so easily. Not only that, but it's the same fragging routine repeatedly. The whole mic business gets old eventually, too. Everything gets old! Except this thing. This wondrous, amazing thing we call the Internet. I'm sure there are other things, but I'm young, and I haven't experienced much...

I may be realizing my desire to purchase a domain very soon. I'm finding all these amazing (and proven reliable) deals all over the place. There are just a few things I have to manage before I make my final decision. Yep...

I'm going to bed now. Without my call back. ;_; Hope you feel better, hun.

Day # 77

<< Fefe Dobson - Kiss Me Fool >>

Another exciting day in the life. Apparently people enjoy talking about me, and I have been titled the female Napoleon Dynamite. I think that's hilarious. So I'm a nerd. Damn proud, thank you.

I can't wait until we switch classes. I am so sick of this math, man. In Physics, we're doing something with electromagnetic fields and whatnot. For the moment I understand what I'm doing. I even was asked for help by some of my classmates. It feels nice to be able to help someone else every once in a while. I ought to put user content up on this thing. But then this place would become so cliche. Yet, then again, having this gig is actually pretty cliche in the first place. It surprises me that there seems to be a higher population of female web designers. I can count the number of guys I've actually encountered that were into design and are good at it on one hand. Chicks own this thing, end of story.

Omigosh I drew something today. Amazing. I feel like drawing now, actually, but I've got work to do. It's definitely going to be collected tomorrow, so yea. I went over to Andrea's today, played some Halo on XBOX Live, and then we went to Nifty Fifty's. Yay. By the time we'd finished eating, I had a weird kind of stomach ache and felt the urge to barf. I fought it, even though car sickness didn't help much, but to make sure I didn't chuck, I went to sleep. It's just about my best defense against nausea, sickness, depression, boredom, every health problem practically. That was definitely needed. I didn't wake up until, like, ten either. So now I'm going to do my homework. I was supposed to be reading some pages in Song of Solomon, but I doubt I'll have the drive to stay up for that. Off I go! Fish out layout ideas, folks. Thank you!

<< Fefe Dobson - We Went for a Ride >>

Day # 75

Yea. So school started up again today. That is sickening. Last year, when I didn't need it or want it, the Winter Break was much longer, a few days over a fortnight. This year, it would have been put to much more use. But oh well. The time will come again.

In retrospect, I find that the whole being away from home deal has taken the heaviest toll on my emotional health during my first and last year. Freshman year, it was because I was a newbie and I had no power in the house. Now, after it's nearly all said and done, I realize just how much more I'm missing. There has been a bigger void to fill this year. Knowing I have another four or more years away ahead of me reminds me of all the things I should have long ago appreciated and taken advantage of. I not only miss my familiy that much more, but now there's you. Yea, I missed you the second you turned your back. I don't know what that is. Ooh... let me rant about you before I forget.

I'm going to blame you for my having missed my train. Yes, you, since you blame me for everything. XP Even those five minutes we spent arguing about the envelope of pictures would have made all the difference. I can't see how you don't see yourself as attractive. I can't quite see how you see me as attractive, either. (I'm ok.) We are pretty darn confused, aren't we, especially considering we have one person who has thought we were siblings. I'm sure you're going to be getting me into quite a bit of trouble. Don't let any it go to your head. I'm done ranting about you now.

I had the worst luck coming back this time. First of all, the freaking escalator was down, and like a dumbass, it took me forever to think of a clever way to safely get my EXCESS of luggage down the stairs. Then after a bit of pacing and muttering under my breath, someone finally offered to help me. So that helped me miss the train, too. The train was to arrive at 4:05 and I didn't get down into the station until 4:18. The next train was at 6:55. 6 freaking 55. I had a milkshake, listened to some Chevelle, and called some random numbers that I didn't recognize in my cell phone to calm myself down. (Is 347 a NY area code?) Geez, that was fun. Then when the train FINALLY arrived, my change tin decided to roll out of my bag and scatter. Two blessed people helped me. Where would I be without all the nice people in the world? I'm such a friggin' clutz.

Merrily rolling along, New Year's Eve, Ieshia, Noah, and I attempted to go to an arcade in Port Authority. At that moment, we had no clue that the place was open because for whatever reason in the world, there were black curtains hanging in the windows. Come to find out, the next day, when the black curtains were still up, the place was actually open. @_@ But I'll get to that day. Anyway, so since we assumed that the place was closed (learn from our mistake, ya'll - assume nothing), we actually attempted to get to another arcade beyond 42nd street. This is New Year's Eve, mind you. BIG mistake. We were directed from block to block until it got to the point where we were about thirteen blocks away. That was impossible. Soo many people. Ieshia was psyched because she really wanted to see the ball drop - or rather just the bands. Needless to say, that didn't happen. So then the next day, Noah and I went to play DDR. (That's a video game called Dance Dance Revolution - in case you've been living under a rock.) We've already heard about how crazy he is at that. But he finally got me to play, after I got to practice at home. I have a short attention span at times and I'm too clutzy to move too fast. At least for the moment. So I played on Light mode. I haven't even mastered that yeat, but I despise Beginner mode. They have this random tutorial thing in the background that shows you when to step, and it is so distracting. Yea, so that was fun. And some chick was pushing me to play harder songs. She, apparently, thought I was related to Noah. That was amusing. And as for Air Hockey - I am defeated. I've lost my skill. I dunno what happened. Could have been the lighting, the noise, the wider goals, whatever. I just completely crashed and burned. And I don't really like when people let me win. I like to try first, at least. *sigh*

Fun stuff. That's all there is to say about the remainder of the night. And siblings - what is it with them always trying to get you in trouble? Yes, Ieshia, I'm talking about you. I won't tell you that story. It's not worth it.

So any way...yea. Finals coming up soon. That's just peachy. I've forgotten, like, everything. But one thing I learned over break - inputing a plausible amount of information into your brain and going to sleep immediately afterword does help it stick in your memory a little longer. Just not to the point of cramming. I have to use that to my advantage. There are from this point approximately eleven class days until finals. I'm kind of looking forward to that because when all of that is over, I will not have any math related courses for the remainder of the year. Fantastico. I'll have Spanish (H?), History (AP), Human Geography (AP), and Graphic Design (hopefully on Independent Study last block) next semester, so my course load will feel pretty light considering History is the most difficult course there (on account of the teacher). Uhm... You care. Well, I'm done. Good night.