Its Actual Date...Shit.

*PREVIOUS NOTE! NAMES WERE CHANGED!*
Date: April 6th, 2011
Day of Week: Wednesday
Location: Home, My room
Countdown: 66

I daydream too much. I mean, I love it, but sometimes I feel bad about committing such a terrible mind crime...
Reasons why it's a "mind crime":
- I feel like I'm not appreciating the things around me, the things in the now. I always think about the future, whether it's tomorrow or 30 years from now.
- I feel like I only daydream absolutely impossible things...like winding up with someone and marrying them on an elephant and traveling everywhere with him, then opening a bakery somewhere far, far away with 3 kids running around. Is that weird? It sounds weird to me...and I'm the one imagining it.

Shit.
I just freaked myself out with myself. And you know when someone freaks you out you just wanna walk away and forget about that person/happening? Well I can't do that!
Shit.

Today was good. Nothing special. Nothing terrible. Just good. Most days are like that. I try to do something everyday that makes it stand out from the rest, but since I try to do that everyday...it just feels them same everyday. I now understand why people tell me to calm down a lot.
Let's see what happened today. Well...my Chem teacher, Ms.W, was back today. She's awesome and she knows it. She's a great teacher and a great person. She's super understanding, but still influences doing the right thing. Great mom. Mom of 6 kids or something...
We didn't do much in that class. Just a practice CST test that counts as extra credit or something. I know I don't have to take the CST as a senior, (THANK BAJEEBLES!) but she kept repeating "It doesn't HURT your grade." So...therefore it can only make it better. I don't know what exactly she is going to do with it, but I ended up doing it anyway. That's what I'm trying to say. Well...half did it. I answered about 40 questions and then filled in whatever bubble looked appealing for the next 50. I don't really need extra credit in that class. I already have an A. I'm good at math science. I had an A all last year in Physics as well...112% as I recall. Heyooo!
Anyways...
It's a block day.
Classes:
1) Chem
3) Gov/Econ
4) FREEDOM, SON!
- lunch -
6) Drama 3

Government/Economy was alright. Ms. G is an awesome Jewish ball of hippie perky-ness. Which is all code word for the best human being in the world. Nah, but she's close.
We're working on buying stocks and bonds and mutual funds and whatnot. It surprised me to see that no one else was as concerned with WHAT they invested in. Meaning whether it had good social responsibility or if it was good for the environment or whatever you like. All they wanted was money, money, money! That shit ain't funny. When I was in my high school's production of Peter Pan I remember a techy telling me, "Money is the source of all problems." HOLLA! But whatchya gonna do about it? Let me answer that for you.
Nada.
So baddabing baddaboom. It remains. Case closed.
I invested my fake 10,000 dollars in EEI, PAGG, ABB, AMAT, and UTX. All doing fairly well and all with outstanding benefits to our environment, communities, and some even are charitable to the arts! Well done, I'd say. Alright...so...Econ was econ. Moving on...

During my free period, I typed up my first days writing which took a lot longer then I thought it would. I ended up staying there all throughout lunch and a little bit of period six. BUT I have an excuse! Rodney, one of my guy-friends since middle school, came and distracted me! We were sitting next to each other at the computers in the media center and he showed me how to get on facebook through some tunnel site. Plus we'd strike up conversation every 5 minutes. It was nice, though. Robert's one of those chill dudes. The kind where you can just talk to him and he's totally interested and entertained by what you're saying, you don't need to go out of your way to make any jokes or talk in a funky accent. Although I love doing that, it's nice to not do it sometimes. He's a good friend.

Sixth period isn't really even worth talking about. I didn't do anything. I sat there and watched my friends paint their nails and refused a million times for my nails to be painted a stunning hot-pink.

After school I went straight to Senior Talent show rehearsal. It was fast and easy. I'm singing one of my most "might-become-a-hit" songs, Hey Julien. I feel pretty comfortable with that song. I've played a million times at Open Mics and auditions for college. I played it for my Lewis and Clark audition, in fact! And that turned out rather beautifully! Dream school, here I come!
Our talent show is going to be great. We have tons of amazingly talented students. Great dancers, singers, (ska) bands, even magicians!! GAHH! It's so exciting to think about their futures and where they might end up!

After the rehearsal I came home and worked out with my personal trainer, Margo. She's awesome as well. I can do 3 different work out routines that get me sore and tire me out all in my home, thanks to her! I mostly wanted training for my 2 week backpacking trip at Trinity Alps, but she's really just getting my in shape for anything and I am most certainly not complaining! It's awesome!
Today she taught me a new ab routine and then we worked on the iron gym bar.
http://www.irongym.com/Default.asp?tcode=pi8&tag=google&gclid=CIuriabNiagCFQ10gwodQlAuDQ&bhcp=1
Yea...some of that shit. Ya know, some "reverse pull-ups" (where you jump up and hold yourself in pull-up position without swaying. Hold til "failure" and sloooowwwlyyyy release down...as slow as possible.) I had to do that ten times. My biceps hurt. Not only that, but push-ups after; both tricep and bicep. Damn. I'm gonna be ripped. Is it bad to be happy about how good I'm going to look? I hope not 'cause I am one happy camper. As Ron Burgundy once shouted, "HEY EVERYONE! COME SEE HOW GOOD I LOOK!"

I guess it's not all about the looks. I feel great too. She taught me how to eat better. Not only did I learn how to cook, but it actually tastes awesome and keeps me full and energized too. I feel like an advertisement.
Am I convincing?
Is it weird that when I think of advertisements I automatically think of either two things:
A) a carney yelling "Step right up! Step right up here, folks, and see the lady with a beard!!"
B) the billboard with for the optometrist in The Great Gatsby.

? Nah. I'm normal.

So let's see...out of that list yesterday, what ACTUALLY got done?...
- Finish filling out Lewis and Clark Packet: Success
- Give a blank CD to Brittany so her mom can burn pics from "Urinetown the Musical" so I can give it back to my mom and she can pee her pants with joy once received...: Success
- Try not texting the boy I like: Fail (BUT HE TEXTED FIRST, SO HA!)
- Homework/Extra Credit: N/A
- Begin to plan Summer Road Trip: Fail (but working on it tonight)
- Senior Talent Show Rehearsal 3-5pm: Success
- Ballet from 5-6:30pm: Success
- Work out with Hannah: Success (if walking on the beach for an hour counts)
- Take a sleeping pill at 8pm so I can actually sleep: Success (it was 9pm, but still!)
- Breathe: N/A ...just kidding. of course, SUCCESS!

Well go me!...for the most part.
I really need to plan this road trip.
I am the planner in my group. The one who isn't afraid to ask the questions, boss people around, and get it together. Sometimes it works out nicely, but other times it's a pain in the ass...to be blunt. I don't mind it that much, but when people depend on you to make it happen and you refuse...people start throwing barrels of monkey shit and banana peels in your face. Not really. But it feels like that sometimes.
I feel too much.

Anyways. Road trip.
http://www.mallory-sonalert.com/6_1.asp
Here's a map of the U.S. and Canada.

Here's the plan:
Start in CALIFORNIA > Nevada > Arizona > Utah > Colorado > New Mexico > Texas > Oklahoma > Kansas > Nebraska > South Dakota > North Dakota > Minnesota > Wisconsin > Iowa > Illinois > Missouri > Arkansas > Louisiana > Mississippi > Alabama > Florida > Georgia > Tennessee > Kentucky > Indiana > Michigan > Ohio > West Virginia > Virginia > Maryland > Delaware > New Jersey > Pennsylvania > New York > Connecticut > Rhode Island > Massachusetts > New Hampshire > Vermont > Maine | CANADA... Quebec > Ontario > Manitoba > Saskatchewen > Alberta > British Columbia | U.S... Washington > Montana > Wyoming > Idaho > Oregon > CALIFORNIA.

That hits every state. Minus North and South Carolina, but who cares about them? They freak me out. I went there when I was little...well I only went to Charleston in South Carolina, but still. There were tons of graveyards. Creepy vibes lurked every corner. And GHOSTS! Lots and lots of ghosts.
http://www.batterycarriagehouse.com/ghosts.htm
Now if you got any Carolina in you...don't come near me with yo ghost vibes! AY!

I don't know how I'm going to do all this. Gas. Food. Transportation. Timing. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!