i want you to know that, i miss you, i miss you so...

Finch.

The train has come around again. You know which one I mean, right? The train that brings the mood swings, the breakouts, the red. Wonderful. Its just all so convenient. Saturday is gonna be so awesome given this new discovery. Maybe I'll get lucky and choke on a bone tomorrow and it'll render me immobile for a few days. Oh well. Whatever.

Its been hot, eh? Wait, Go Ruben! Winner. Cool. Got to be.

Today in Chem we made pennies gold and silver. OOOOH AHHHH. Yup. So cool. Last year we did that, but mine didn't stay. But now, mine are staying. I'll keep them in my wallet. Along with that one coin I got from a Monterey quarter machine. =) I'm a sucker for keepsakes. Tomorrow in class we're going to make ice cream...=)))

Now listening to "40 Boys In 40 Nights," and do you know what I'm thinking? I wish.

You know what? I was eavesdropping some people's conversation the other day while walking to third. This Punk Rock looking guy said to this Punk Rock looking girl: "I used to be really smart. I mean, I got all A's in elementary school. I didn't start failing until I got to high school." And then it sort of faded, but I thought, "Wow. Smartie pants." How envious does that make me? I mean, how far can you really get when you are judged by a system of smiley faces and gold stars (or shiny red ones if your teacher was like mine). Not to be a punk or anything, but fuck, you're right. You did use to be smart. Because all kids start off that way. But what happened? What happened to veer you off the smiley face track? Elementary school doesn't count for much, because you get A's if you can be quiet and identify the shapes and colors. In any case, Mr. Punk Rock Anonymous should think it all over. And maybe redefine his understanding of "smart."

Yearbooks are in. Time definitely flies. I couldn't believe it when Battle of the Classes came around, and then Multicultural...dude.

16 is a nice number. C'mon.