Figure out the rhythm.

I hope to God I get into Irvine. But what's that worth?

Anyway, I guess stuff looked up after I blogged that last one. Who knew it was Cesar Chavez day? Who did? I didn't. So Jamie and I went to get Dashboard tickets at the Box Office, but the shit was closed. How cheap is that... But before that, my sister and I went to the library, but it was closed. I was going to get some Cowboy Junkies CDs, but fuckin shit...CLOSED. Why? Its Cesar Chavez Memorial Day. I ain't complaining, but they really need to announce that better. I had no idea that was today.

Then I came home, did homework, fell asleep, woke up and my parents were home, and I'm not speaking to them because of their lack of sensitivity and consideration. And that's all I have to say about that.

In other news, I haven't slept in three days. Well, slept at night really. I kinda just stare at the ceiling for two hours thinking. Maybe that's why I'm so cranky. But yeah. Stupid shit. I don't feel the need to sleep, other than I could possibly be donating my blood on Friday. But I'm underweight. So I don't know what the fuck that's about. I thought I got heavier, but I'm the same weight I've been since Sophomore year. I just got chubbier. I think. Please don't answer that one. It was rhetorical. I can't stand anymore hits.

It seems like everyone is going to Santa Cruz for college. Man. Where am I headed? Seems to be the question of the month. Last month the question was, "Did I make it?" I think the outcome is obvious to that one. Well, here's April. Hope its better than March. And May surpasses all my expectations and maybe redeems some of high school's impressions on me. I never thought I would be the kid that would hate high school altogether.