Senior Picnic

or, "How I learned to stop worrying and love the sun."

Well, we had senior picnic today. It wasn't that eventful, so I'll give you a boring bulleted list:

-No. Fucking. Sun. It was cloudy all day at Waterworld. There was sun for exactly 30 seconds. That's it.

-Drinks. Something happened, and everyone's drink was a disaster. They tasted like death.

-Did I mention it was fricking cold? I went into the wave pool, and nearly died. I did. Really.

-When we got back to school, the sun came out. We (Nicole and I) lay ourselves in the sun for awhile. Mmm...sun.

The best thing about today (other than stuff which I will not make known on here until I can describe it with some elegance) was the fact that I rode my bike to school wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and a towel slung around my neck. Being a senior is great.

A Day in the Life

Well, today I'll do a post about what actually happened to me today. Amazing, no? I walked to school again (my bike is dead at the moment), but I brought my guitar. Before school I got to play a little "Say Yes" by Elliot Smith, and got to see cool people.

Then, boring. Then, after school.

Nicole and I walked from school to Borders, then got lunch/dinner at Whole Foods (soup, latkes, falafel, and cake). We then walked over to Target in a futile search for a swimsuit (for her, not me). After that, we walked back to school, where her dad was picking her up. I walked home and got yelled at. Oh, also: My dad took my cell phone, so just message me or email me. Thanks.

Today was a very satisfying day. Satisfying enough for a literal transcription of events, without even an allusion or metaphor. (Ok, I lied. It's chock full of allusions, double entendres, and inside jokes.)

EDIT: Oh, and walking home from school was great. I played beatles songs as the sun went down, walking down the iron horse trail.

Oh, my god!

This is amazing:

The Standard Creepiness Rule: Don't date anyone under

(age / 2) +7

Reading Blogs

I feel like, when I read people's blogs, that I'm reading their thoughts. I guess I am. That was stupid.

What I meant is that the words written down seem like they're for a certain audience, not the general public. That blogs rely on the anonymity of the internet for their freedom of thought. I just finished reading somebody's blog in its entirety. There's not much I can say; too much information in my head. It's like I just finished reading an interesting novel, but I know that I'll talk to them tomorrow, and they'll be real. Have you ever wanted a novel not to end? It's a strange feeling.

Maybe I'm just too sentimental about these kinds of things. I need to get out more. On second (third?) thought, I need to make some money, so I can go places. I'd like to go to Singapore sometime.

Dream Repitition

I've actually been having a lot of dreams with a cold/warm, soft/hard theme. For instance, I was on the cold, hardwood floor. Then I got into a warm bed (there was someone in the bed). Then they left, and it was a cold, soft bed.

I actually had a nightmare the other day, though. It's been awhile. I don't remember the plot, but the main entity was a man with a bird's head (like a mask, not a real bird). For some reason, it was part of him. Then it was removed, and there was only his neck (I think he was naked, or shirtless, or whatever. There were bare shoulders and a neck). The strange thing was that there wasn't blood, bone, or anything inside his neck. it was just dark. Then, I wondered what was inside. At that moment, his body (skin) split in two, as if pulled from the left and right. It split down the center, and there was nothing. The skin was made of that rubbery fake skin used on professional masks and such. When it had been torn from his body, there was simply dark space, but his presence was still there. Hm.

My True Course Schedule

Well, I can't get into Calculus, and college Physics is really easy, so here is my revised schedule for the year:

High School:
Composition- Writing essays on things. Maybe I can share some of my better ideas. I doubt anyone in my class will grok. Damn.
Government/Econ- Debating the inaccuracies and assumptions of Americans. Too bad I'm one of the only debaters in the class.
PE- Funny teacher, people I know. Sweat. I haven't played tennis in years.
Spanish 3- We went over ser/estar today. It's gonna be a long year...
Newspaper/Choir- Fun classes with lax regulations.

College:
Physics- Just like I took last year, except with less homework, a bit more calculus, and no Sater.

Out of School:
Japanese- I need to study for next summer.
Chinese- I need to study for next summer as well.
Calculus- blarg. Hopefully I can get help when I inevitably don't understand something.

If there's anything else I need to learn, please tell me. Oh, and Jenny finished Stranger in a Strange Land. Jenny, thou art god.

139 Days...

I'm fine with being alone. I've been responsible for myself for as long as I can remember. I would make myself dinner, I'd look over my own homework, and I'd find my own transportation. This is how I've lived for 14 years. Then I moved to San Ramon.

In San Ramon, living with my dad, I've experienced the worst parts of the independence/responsibility spectrum. I still need to do things for myself, but I am barred from the independence I used to have. For instance, I have to provide my own transportation. Sometimes, I get a ride from a friend. Sometimes they even offer me one. My dad forbids this. You know, I'm fine with not having support if I can have independence, but this is ridiculous. I cannot wait until the legal link between us is gone. It's sad, but I really don't have any emotional connection with my parents. This is why I value my friendships so highly: You are all I have. You have the capacity to grok. You are rational, you are intelligent; you are creative. You are all amazing people, and I love you. I really do.

I'm sorry if my thoughts are jumbled, but I hope my point comes across. Because the vast majority of humanity is such shit (me included), I feel such happiness when I find truly awesome individuals. Then, when irrational restrictions are placed upon me...

So, I wait until I have my freedom again.

Calculus, Physics, and People Oh My!

Well, I'm tired. Now is the time to write, no? Mia says I should get more sleep, to be healthier. Perhaps.

Anyways, calculus. I need calculus. I dearly, desperately need calculus. I'll try to get it, if I can. I also haven't heard back from CCSF about taking physics online. I hate it when things like this happen: My parents make me take something for no reason, at my expense. Damn.

Is anyone free tomorrow? Seeing as how only a few people read this, and I've probably asked those people already, I'll assume the answer is no. If anyone out there is in the San Francisco Bay Area and free tomorrow, give me a call. I'm feeling Holden Caulfield-esque.

Also, watch Jeni's Video. It's amazing:

http://www.last.fm/music/Jeni+Chan

Abstract words

Tonight Nicole and I agreed to disagree to agree to disagree that she had musical talent. I noticed how abstract the words got, then how they broke into their component pants. Wait...

I meant parts, I really did. You might ask, "well, why didn't he just edit that post?" Stream of conciousness, bitches.

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Anyways, Some updates:

1. I got a guitar. Finally. it's an old Hohner, but it sounds fine. I should start practicing more.

2. Books! Berkeley, BOOKS! I bought The Trial and American Gods...and The Hobbit (I hadn't a copy). I almost bought a lot more, but I needed to save for the guitar. w00t!

3. Lunch with Yi Ling. You may remember her from freshman year of HS, or not. She was a major part of both Redefined and The Saturday Club. We need to restart those fine institutions. (We lunched at the sandwitch place on Telegraph, and conversed about politics, environmentalism, and college. In a word, fun.)