passing time

i should be working on a rough draft... on population. in san francisco... uh. this is a copy and paste from the lab write up:

i. Population Biology Concepts (ex: carrying capacity & survivorship)
ii. Human Population (ex: dynamics, size, impacts of growth)

the research will somehow tie in with an eco-house our group has to come up with. shit is lame to the extreme. mr.bledsoe just walked in. he was throwing paper balls at brenda. when i started, he got all, "i'm a teacher, you're not, blah blah blah." i said, "nigga fuck you." only i really just sat back at my seat. what else is new?

we made books today in art for Printmaking. it's gonna be my printmaking portfolio, which is pretty badass. i'm pretty happy with it. except for the back, i couldn't think of what to put on it, so i decided to just put some canvas paper and paint on it later. that should be fun. it'll be cool to have a portfolio for just printmaking. i need to get all the shit i've done this year together in one big portfolio, or at least, get all my watercolor stuff together, all my [plentiless] mixed media shit together, and all my printmaking shit together. it will be cool to have a lot of art. anddd i cannot cannot cannot wait until photography! only, tawny says it fucks with your eyes hardcore, going into the darkroom and developing your pictures and stuff. but it'll be cool.

next year in art will be so cool. i have to figure out what my concentration stuff is gonna be on. i'm thinking photography would be cool, or maybe graphic design, but, i dunno. i'd also like to do some other stuff, with like, oil paint and stuff. mixed media would also be cool, but we didn't really do much in there, so, i don't think i could pull it off.

i think i wanna do all three: photography, mixed media, and graphic design. can i? please mrs.vaughan? SPEAKING OF MRS.VAUGHAN: i guess this mostly pertains to carter, but, if you ever see her, you will notice her hair is dyed every couple months back to brown. but her hair like, changes, during the time in which she doesn't dye it. if she would stop dying it over and over, it would be metallicy silver. i think it would be cool to have silver, metalic, spiky hair, like mrs.vaughan's. and the way she goes about dying it is soo nonchalant - i mean, every 3 months, she'll walk in on a monday and BAM - everybody is like, 'so, we noticed your hair is brown again...' i guess the point is, you're not fooling anyone, mrs.vaughan.

and umm. my doctor prescribed me sum dat tiny blue pill fo my d!ck:



oh and also, one last thing. the 3-6 mafia tickets go on sale tomorrow! yes yes yesss!

run

i ran two miles today with very very minimal walking, like, a few times i walked for 5 seconds. and it was rainy and cold, but it was nice. so i mean, that's pretty cool.

a pretty good monday to start the week, too. i have one lab done, one to go. and a resolution. by midnight. hellll yeaaah.

teenage mary said to uncle dave
i sold my soul, must be saved
gonna take a walk down to union square
you never know who youre gonna find there

you gotta run, run, run, run, run
take a drag or two
run, run, run, run, run
gypsy death and you
tell you whatcha do

marguerita passion had to get her fix
she wasnt well, she was getting sick
went to sell her soul, she wasnt high
didn't know, thinks she could buy it

and she would run, run, run, run, run
take a drag or two
run, run, run, run, run
gypsy death and you
tell you whatcha do

AROOOGA

so while i've supposed to have been working on a lab assignment and stuff (2 labs, 1 resolution due tomorrow) i was thinking about what to do this summer.

let's take daytrips to kings dominion, busch gardens, the beach, D.C., richmond, etc.

like every couple weeks.

raise your hand if you're in.

the weekend is over

hurro erryone

this weekend was quite a nice and easy one. friday night i went to see The Wrestler with tyler. it was a man date, a very heterosexual man date. we went for tea afterward, which was nice as well. the hummus was too garlicy though, and then a total douchey-wooshey came and joined our table (that douchey wooshey being ryan stiteler).

um. and then i came home and went to bed. and saturday i worked, worked, worked, but was outta there by 6 (i finished closing up the kitchen at exactly 5:59). aside from aggie's mom telling me i have to stop 'looking like i'm high off marijuana,' and that i need to 'open up my eyes a little more' - if i'm going to be serving - it was a good day. afterward i met up wif tawny and we went to the Freaky J show in staunton. mmhmmm.

i just had tests in almost every class this past week, so this following one should flow pretty easily. tuesday marks my dermatologist appointment at Blue Ridge dermatologists, and on thursday, mrs.smith will have to mark me absent from duh role - THREE SIX MAFIA TICKETS GO ON SALE! wooop wooop tripple woop!

ohh, and my sister comes to waynesboro friday night! too bad i'll be working! oh well, at least she's staying for the weekend.

oh and also, i wanna do a trip to charlottesville soon! let's not wait until prom. i think the blog circle (+ sam) should go the weekend after this one. we'll get pizza and we'll ride around where the fraternity houses and stuff are and everything. it'll be a blast. oh, and we'll have extra incentive to go, in celebration of the last 9 weeks of our junior year. yesssssssuh!

and that is all. peace niggas.

p.s) the concert choir show was pretty great. minus high school musical, ehhhh. now i've got 'we're all in this together' stuck in my head.

weekend!

11 weeks!

warmth

it's soo nice outside today.

edit [sundayzz] - it's still really nice outside. i've been trying to read these APUSH packets all day, but alas, there are so many activities that are so much fun. such as a walk with my mom, or sitting on the porch with my parents and chatting about our days. and holyyy shaazzz, starting tomorrow, we have 12 weeks left.

12! 12, 12, 12!

this week will be kind of shitty. i've got an apush test tomorrow, math test tuesday, and an apes test wednesday. but on the bright side, i'm not in concert choir, so, at least my life won't suck as much. also! track starts this week - and although i hate running, especially distances, i'll finally be doing a sport. i just need to get that damn physical done.

mother is calling for me to set the table.

edit 2 [sunday night, 10:39pm] - holy shit, reading these packets makes me feel like squeezing a caterpillar so that all the ooze comes out of it's butt (you know you did it in elementary school).

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