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Today was OK. I worked on the Rubik’s cube some more but the only thing that kept me alive was listening to straight-up-gangsta-rap-Straight-Outta-Compton-mothafucka. Elle was too busy Photoshopping Michael Patrick’s picture to make it look like he was a pirate to remember to take the bus and that dirty hippy Jordan stole my RC cola and threw off America’s economy by being a thief and Sarah was acting really lame because I was listening to Grandmaster Flash in the morning but she was like “This sucks” and then I was listening to it again in the afternoon and she was like “This is the only rap I like” and then during music club Mr. Morales wasn’t there because he’s having some family issues and I was playing “There’s No Way I Can Talk Myself Out of This One Tonight” by Texas is the Reason, which is a depressing song, on Hugo’s guitar and he yelled at me to not play his guitar in a joking matter and I was still really sad because that song is just so sad and Hugo thought that I was sad because he was yelling at me so he felt sorry for me and was like “I’m sorry I was just joking!!! “

Rubberband man starts to jam
Movin’ up and down across the land
Got people all in his ways
Everything about him seems out of place

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The highlight of my week was probably getting that in the mail. Started a geography project this evening, finished the geography project this evening. The new Bright Eyes album is actually really really good. I mean I’m Wide Awake, It’s the Morning and not Digital Ashes in a Digital Urn. I wrote a piano part for Ben’s band. I need to go out somewhere.

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Weekend:

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When I was 9 I bought a book that teaches the basics of sign language. The book mostly shows nouns. I never opened it until Friday because I’m thinking I should learn even though I don’t know any deaf or hard of hearing people which sucks because I’d have nobody to practice with.

I have PE now, it’s OK I guess but it would’ve been better if I had it last semester or the begining of next year. We have a new geometry teacher and the class is really boring. I put my head down to rest and I ended up falling asleep and waking up in short amounts of time. I remember I had a dream every time I fell asleep in that class. It’s strange how it’s hard to sleep when you need to and it’s hard to stay awake when you have to.

Jeeze it’s been a while.

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We had to fill out some surveys at school for various occasions, advisory lessons about self-esteem or Spanish assignments. They usually have questions like “What things interest you?” or “What do you like to do in your spare time?” And really, I don’t know what I like anymore. I hope that Houston and the things in Houston never ever change, even the many things I don’t like, because I’m so used to how it is.

School sucks but getting a job and paying bills will probably be a million times worse. Today I risked Mr. Silberman’s job because I found out that his computesr had DVD drives and I brought Amelie and some kids and I were watching it during lunch. Silberman seemed to have really bad timing and walked in on only the sexual scenes. Maybe that will be a “fond memory” I think about when I’m out of school and living on my own.

“Time’s funny. When you’re a kid, it passes slowly, and next thing you’re fifty and your childhood fits into a rusty little box.”

I know I think about what might or might not happen in the future, rather than make now better for me.