I wish we could speak in a beautiful language of guitar riffs

Sometimes I think that since actually going back into time is prohibited and impossible, that I can backpeddle in time. Take away all the things I regret. Ease my mind. Because I am going crazy right now. Because I don't know what is nagging me, calling me a fool. Its a nuisance. I mean, today was weird, I had all these random urges. Listen to Weezer's "Tired of Sex." Watch The Twilight Zone. My mom actually let me drive with my cousin home from school. My dad let me take my sister to see my prom dress. I've seen it, ya'll. Finally. Wait is over. However, it was a bit loose, so now it is still in for some last alterations. I guess the diet, or lack of, worked. I guess I lost weight. Heh, but then when I got home I ate two plates of stuff my mom cooked and three pop tarts. Dude, no restraint. I'm such a loser.

This testing is getting on my nerves, seriously. Not that I don't appreciate only having three classes each day. Tonight I lucked out and didn't have any homework. In Catollico, we're watching a movie about the Bus Boycott. I'm sick of the lessons on discrimination. Its shit I already know, and everytime I see it, it infuriates me to no end. I have to entertain thoughts of kicking racist ass. And that infuriates me as well. And the fact that we barely get taught about the racism that Asian-Americans faced....it makes me feel so small, like we're not important, because so far we mostly study about how African-Americans and Hispanics were discriminated against.

I think I can be righteous when I feel like it. Well I'm sleepy now, so I guess I'll go sleep. Goodnight.