Living the SLO Life

Sorry I haven't written for a while. I'm having some issues with these online journal things. I've heard a few negative comments about what I have to write in here, and it just makes me really want to not share everything with everyone on the internet. This holds especially true for my relationship with Alena. What we have is between her and me and I'm not really looking for opinions. So that said, I'm sure you'll understand why I need to take a break from blogging for at least a little while. Maybe I'll start writing again and maybe I won't...but right now I'm not getting a very positive vibe out of this whole thing. So maybe I'll talk to you later.

Josh

mood: not quite sure
music: none
location: Mom's house

I just got back from Ethel's house. I've got some news...

Now I know you all already knew this, or at least you had a pretty good idea, but Ethel has been my codename for Alena. So now that I have revealed that I'm sure you know where I'm going next.

Alena and I are dating. Hooray! I'll let your imaginations run wild with all the sordid details...but I asked her out and she said yes. Boo yes, grandmother. I knew I had momentum!

So that's that. I'm sure it will be immensely awkward tomorrow and for the first little while, so if you're at all interested I'm sure it would be at least moderately amusing to tune in to our dating antics. For now, I'm just going to bed. I'm in for a week of fun outline writing...due next Monday...sigh.

Good night.

Josh

mood: walking on sunshine (and don't it feel good)
music: not "walking on sunshine"
location: Dad's house

Have you ever played Sim City? The old school one? Well every couple of minutes the helicopter you get from building an airport tells you there's heavy traffic. And then you shrug and say, "well, I have my own helicopter so I don't have to deal with it." So it goes.

And I don't feel like writing right now but I feel guilty because everyone else has updated their journals. I promise I'll get to writing more of these things soon, I just haven't been in the mood lately. Tomorrow I should have some fun stuff to write. Ethel invited me over to her house for dinner. Yay. (That would be "Yay!" except that I'm tired right now.) So anyway, that should be fun for those of you who still take interest in this blog (and by now there may be only two of you, and maybe even one) to read later.

And aside from that I don't have much else to write anyway. Today was pretty boring. Gym, breakfast, homework, phone conversation, dinner, movie, piano, blog. But tomorrow ought to be fun. At least 'till my daddy takes my t-bird away.

Josh

mood: refreshed because I opened my window and my room has cooled off
music: what kind of journal entry would this be if I listened to music?
location: Dad's house

I ran yesterday. I had nothing to do so I went out and ran three miles. Yeah, I haven't run (ran?) in three months...it was hard. My legs are pretty sore today. I feel like an old man when I walk around, particularly when I go up and down stairs. Needless to say, I ditched the gym today but I don't feel bad because I ran on my day off. So I figure I come out even. Yeah. Even.

I helped my Dad again yesterday at the job site. I had to get up earlier on my day off than I do on most school days, but it wasn't so bad. I got to use his air-powered nail gun! I was all nailing two-by-fours to other two-by-fours. And I got to use this other special gun to nail blocks into concrete. Whoo! I feel so manly!

And speaking of manliness, I have a question to pose. It has happened a couple of times this week that a girl has been sitting and/or leaning over so that...um, well...a portion of her posterior is not able to be contained by her pants. Now, is it completely unmanly of me to find this totally unattractive? It would be different if she were consciously showing me her butt, but as it is it's extremely the opposite of sexy. Accidental butt showing is not a good thing...really, girls need to wear pants that can contain themselves. (Guys too, but at least when they do it they have at the minimum flamboyantly-colored boxers to conceal all the things I don't need to be viewing.)

And that's all I feel like writing now. I'm going to go build virtual amusement parks!

Josh

mood: sore, in my legs because I ran and in my butt because my chair isn't all that comfortable
music: Friends is on in the background
location: Mom's house

I got mail today. Tiny mail. Boo-hoo. MIT "rejectified" me. But out of my four remaining choices it was probably fourth anyway. So it's really a blow to my self esteem more than it is a life-altering event. I would like to say, as Peter Griffin might put it, that MIT (and Stanford, too) can kiss the fattest part of my ass. And anyone who judges people by colleges they get into can join them. So that's all I have to say about that.

The good news is that I've heard from everyone now. For those who haven't followed my frolic into the college application world, I've applied to six. I got into Purdue, University of Michigan, Cal Poly SLO, and University of Wisconsin - Madison. (I already decided against Madison, so I'm left with three.) Stanford and MIT denied me. So there you have it: Michigan, Purdue, and Cal Poly. I need to decide by the beginning of April because I need to make a "first choice college" selection for National Merit, and Cal Poly accepts housing applications on April 6 (which I need to get in on as soon as possible because if I don't I won't get a dorm). I can hopefully go and visit Cal Poly soon and maybe even Michigan...but we'll see.

More exciting Ethel news: she asked me to call her if I heard from MIT, so I did. We ended up talking for an hour. So you see? There's good in everything.

I think today was "People Without Consideration or Respect get into the Gym for Free" Day because you wouldn't believe the nerve of some of these people I ran into while I was there. This one guy got onto a machine I had been waiting for, spent a few minutes adjusting it so that he could start working, and then got up to get a drink of water, leaving his stuff on the machine so I still couldn't use it. And he rested for at least three minutes between each set. And I know he knew I was waiting for him because our eyes met while I sat there waiting for him. So I finally gave up on that machine and went down to the free-weight room, and I grabbed a couple of dumbbells and sat down on an open bench to start working. This woman came over and informed me that she had been working out there. Now, she wasn't sitting there when I came, nor was she anywhere near there, nor was any of her stuff there. But I really don't mind moving for her, because there's five other identical benches in the place. But then she gives me this "I can't believe you have the nerve to take my bench" look. Listen lady, I'm sorry I took "your" bench, but don't give me any of that crap, because there was absolutely no way for me to know you were using it. Were using it. And while I was on a different bench this guy came up and waited patiently for me to finish and then asked if I would mind moving so that he could use the pull-up bar I happened to be under. That made me feel better. There's at least one person with a little consideration. He even moved the bench for me. How nice of him was that? Anyway, that's what happened at the gym.

And that be it. If anyone reading this tonight knows that school tomorrow is a regular Tuesday schedule instead of the 1-3-5 day I think it is, please call me and let me know so I show up on time. Thanks.

Josh

mood: hot. no, like, it's warm in here. because of the temperature. because there's not enough air.
music: I don't know why I bother to write this every time because I never listen to any.
location: Dad's house

Have you ever seen Wallace & Gromit? Well this entry's title quotes Wallace. Wallace & Gromit is a children's movie (well, three movies) that I saw when I was...uh...older than you might think. I have them on DVD and they still make me laugh. Anyway, Wallace talks with a British accent, so the title of this entry should be read with the same.

I want to go to bed soon so I'll cut right to the chase. Ethel came over today about six. We played Battleship (don't laugh...we have this thing where I always lose to her. And I'm not trying to. I'm seriously trying as hard as I can to win. But I can't. I had her today, too. I had to find her largest ship and there were only three places it could be, and she had to find one of my smaller ships. I was so going to win, but she nailed my frickin' cruiser on her first try. Sigh.) and then we had dinner. Afterwards...and this is the good part...we were playing Mindtrap (which is this brain-teaser game where you're supposed to play against each other, but we both suck at it so we just read the cards to each other) and as that went along we eventually stopped reading the cards and just started talking. We sat for two hours in my room and just talked. Talked. She opened up to me and told me some of the problems she's been having with certain aspects of her life. And I did the same...and it went on like that for a good while. And I don't mean that we were complaining about our lives the whole time because we weren't. But we just talked. Isn't that a good sign? Knock on wood. No, seriously. If you're sitting at a desk reading this on your computer find a piece of wood and knock on it. And yes Joanna, I already knocked on my own head. :-) So that was all. But hey, from my perspective, can't you see how this is just about the greatest thing ever? Maybe? Pssh...Whatever!

'K g'night.

Josh

mood: dreamy
music: why listen to music when I can reply our conversation over and over in my head?
location: Mom's house

I'm bored. The only homework I have this weekend is to read a scene from Hamlet. A three-page scene. It's better than having a ton of homework, but I don't know what to do. Particularly since I had festival last night and festival again tonight. I have trouble going out and doing fun stuff when I have to worry about being somewhere later the same day.

So orchestra went pretty well last night, I guess. Nothing too horrible, but nothing too great, either. The judges did make the comment that first trumpet stuck out. Wow, that's a new one. But it was fun because I got to hear one of the other pieces the orchestra is playing. (I just sat there on stage, but that's okay because the trombones didn't have a part in it either so I wasn't the only one.) They played "The Marriage of Figaro" by Mozart, and it was pretty nifty. I recognized it as the song Willy Wonka uses to open up the door to the Candy Room in his factory in the movie. Yay for useless trivia. That's so going to be the last question on Millionaire one of these days...

Oh, and here's some exciting news...to me, anyway. I gave Ethel the necklace I got for her in Mexico (for $4...shhhhh) on Wednesday, and she actually wore it on Friday. Isn't that amazing? Who would have thought that I could pick out an item of jewelry that a girl would actually wear? Maybe she was just wearing it to be nice or something, but then, that's not so bad either.

Ummmm....so, yeah...I think I'm out of stuff of interest to write. I don't think I even have any non-interesting stuff to write. Oh well.

Well, one last thing. One of my friends called me after reading my last entry and made me feel better about my situation with my parents. Thank you...you know who you are.

Josh

mood: boooooooring
music: none. see? boooooooring
location: Mom's house

I have no homework tonight. And it's not that I don't have very much homework to speak of. I literally have no homework. And today is my day off from the gym. I got home at 2:00 and didn't know what to do. So I took a nap. Mom and I went to Costco when she got home, mostly to kill time but kind of because she wanted to look for new electric toothbrush heads. When ended up spending nearly $200; Costco will do that to you. And then we came home and had dinner, and I talked to Ethel for ten minutes or so on the phone; she's coming over for dinner on Sunday. And that's been my day so far. (So far? Yeah, because, you know, so much more stuff is going to happen to me today...)

So here's a relatively interesting story. After we had packed our $200 worth of Costco stuff into Mom's car, this old man came up to us and asked if we could help him find his car. It was a red Toyota Camry. Costco has these orange street lamps in their lot, and I'll spare you the physics of it but colors other than orange look mostly black in orange light. And I swear there was a Camry in every other space in that parking lot. Plus, the man thought he was parked in a completely different section than he was. I felt really bad for him though, because apparently his dog was in the car and he was really worried about him. But he had at least two other people out searching for him, so we finally found it. So that's a happy ending.

As I left my Dad's house for Mom's today after school, there was a cop in the complex talking to this kid with a mohawk. One of the residents must have called the police to report one of the groups of smoking kids that tend to hang out just inside the complex just so people won't see them. Whoops. But maybe now they'll stop hanging around there...I always feel like they're going to run over and beat me up when I walk past. Hooray for going to the gym.

I was featured today in the Rancho Bernardo News Journal today. They do this thing where they put a picture of a student from each of PHS, MCHS, and RBHS every week and summarize their accomplishments. So that's kind of cool.

I had a really good day today, actually. But I'm not really in a good mood right now. I'm not getting along so well with my parents. Not that I'm fighting with them, but I'm feeling a combination of anger and guilt and...well, I don't really know what. But I don't know who to go to with all this so I'm going to write this here so everyone and their mother can read it. So here goes: I've always put my Mom's address and phone number as mine on legal forms and stuff to try to simplify living in two places; all my report cards and college letters and everything else comes to Mom's house. Dad apparently feels that Mom doesn't care enough to send these things along to him so he can stay up-to-date on my life. I told him about me being in the newspaper and he was more annoyed that he hadn't known about it ahead of time like Mom and I had than he was happy for me for being in the newspaper. I feel horrible for hurting his feelings, but I don't know what I'm supposed to do, especially since I'm pretty sure I told him, way back in August when I found out, that I was going to be in the paper. Dad doesn't even get the News Journal. What can I do? He also seems heartbroken when I go to the gym with Dave. It's not that I'm replacing Dad with Dave, but Dave knows a lot about lifting. Why shouldn't I go with him? It makes sense. But now I feel like crap when I do go with Dave. I even try to hide the fact that I go with Dave from Dad. I can't believe I have to do that. And recently Dad's been feeling as though Mom has been trying to influence my college choice (which I'll get to in a minute) and he's been constantly pointing out how she's being selfish. Even if that's true, I don't want to hear all about my mother's faults. So that's that. Now to my mother. She's trying to influence my college choice. She doesn't want me to go far from home, so her obvious choice is Cal Poly. But it's not that she prefers me to go there; rather it's that I almost don't have a choice but to go there. She actually told me that she didn't think it would be neat if I got into MIT. How big of an accomplishment would it be for me to get into MIT, and now I can't even enjoy it if I do. Then she gets a little angry when I protest her not letting me choose where I want to go. So I feel absolutely guilty. This is supposed to be about where I want to go and what is best for me.

I don't like that I feel this way. I love my parents. I feel so horrible about putting this on the internet but I just can't keep it inside anymore. Dad, I'm sorry that you don't get much of my mail. Truth be told, there isn't a whole heck of a lot of it. I'd love for you to get it all, but I didn't choose to live in a different house every night. Mom, I love you and I always will. I will still love you if I go to school in Indiana or Michigan or Massachusetts. I'll always call. I'll come home at every break. But please let me make this decision based on what I want and what I think will benefit me the most, not on what I think will disappoint you the least. There. Mom and Dad, I love you both, and I wish you loved each other so that we could be a family. I'm sorry the divorce makes it tougher for me to please both of you.

So now I feel like yelling and screaming and crying and being hugged until it all goes away and I can live my life like a normal person might. But I just can't do any of that right now.

And that's how it goes.

Josh

mood: depressed
music: Jug Blues & Fat Pickin' - Don Freund
location: Mom's house

New Math
Tom Lehrer

You can't take three from two,
two is less than three
so you look at the four in the tens place.
Now, that's really four tens
so you make it three tens,
regroup, and you change a ten to ten ones
and you add them two the two and get twelve,
and you take away three, that's nine.
Is that clear?

Now instead of four in the tens place,
you've got three 'cause you added one,
that is to say, ten, to the two,
but you can't take seven from three
so you look at the hundreds place.
From the three you then use one
to make ten ones
(and you know why four plus minus one
plus ten is fourteen minus one?
'cause addition is communitive, right.)
And so you have thirteen tens
and you take away seven
and that leaves five...

Well, six, actually.
But the idea is the important thing.

Now go back to the hundreds place.
You're left with two
And you take away one from two and that leaves...

Everybody get one?
Not bad for the first day.

Hooray for new math!
New-hoo-hoo math!
It won't do you a bit of good to review math.
It's so simple, so very simple,
that only a child could do it.

Now that actually is not the answer that I had in mind, because the book I got this problem out of wants you to do it in base eight. But don't panic. Base eight is just like base ten, really...if you're missing two fingers.

Shall we have a go at it?
Hang on.

You can't take three from two,
two is less than three
so you look at the four in the eights place.
Now, that's really four eights,
so you make it three eights,
regroup, and you change an eight to eight ones,
and you add them to the two
and you get one-two base eight,
which is ten base ten,
and you take away three, that's seven.
Okay?

Now instead of four in the eights place
you've got three 'cause you added one,
that is to say, eight, to the two,
but you can't take seven from three
so you look at the sixty-fours.

Sixty-four? How did sixty-four get into it? I hear you cry.
Well, sixty-four is eight squared, don't you see?
Well, you ask a silly question, you get a silly answer.

From the three you then use one
to make eight ones.
You add those ones to the three
and you get one-three base eight
or in other words, in base ten you have eleven
and you take away seven
and seven from eleven is four.

Now go back to the sixty-fours.
You're left with two
and you take away one from two
and that leaves...

Now let's not always see the same hands.

One, that's right. Whoever got one can stay after the show and clean the erasers.

Hooray for new math!
New-hoo-hoo math!
It won't do you a bit of good to review math.
It's so simple, so very simple,
that only a child could do it.

Come back tomorrow night.
We're gonna do fractions!

obsessive compulsive


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Hooray for OCD and my OCD buddy Joanna.

My inner child is sixteen years old!

Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something's gotta change. And it's gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.


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So hooray for being less mature than I'm supposed to, and hooray for my 16-year-old buddy Joanna. I guess this counts as another two tick marks.

I got the big envelope from U. of Michigan today! Woot Woot! It's all very exciting! But yeah, they're pretty expensive and so far away. So I'm still leaning toward Cal Poly. But I'll keep my options open, I guess.

So Joanna tells me that one of her future children may have the middle name Lucy, so she's asked me to change the codename I've been using. We conferenced on it for a while, and after dismissing names like Patty, Desdemona, Kathleen, Doris, and Rhoda (my personal favorite) we decided to go with Ethel. I know, it's kind of sad. But Lucy to Ethel is a pretty smooth transition if you ask me. So anyway, that's what we'll be calling her from now on. (And by the way, I know that the three people who are reading this have a pretty good idea who Ethel actually is, but I don't want to use her real name just in case any of her friends happen across this blog. I'm not sure who all of her friends knows about it, so I figure I'll leave it up to her to decide who she'd like to clue in. You know, because I'm so secretive about it and it's so hard to tell.)

But since we're on the subject, I do have a bit of exciting news. Ethel's coming over for dinner this weekend. At least, we're trying to figure out a time for her to do so. But tune in this weekend for news regarding this pressing matter.

And if you aren't too busy this week, think happy music thought for the band and orchestra's El Camino performances this weekend. I'm not too overly prepared for them, and I think the band has seen better days. Oh well, it's all good.

One last thing. I always find it exciting when I'm mentioned in other people's blogs. And since I only know of three people who may ever read this, I'd just like to point out that Joanna, Jenna, and Stacie are the coolest. Just thought I'd put that out there.

And that's about all I have to muse on today.

Josh

mood: relieved because I turned in my notecards today
music: none, but Gum-Suckers is going through my head
location: Dad's house

So three different credit card companies decided to pre-approve me for new credit cards all on the same day. I could have a credit limit of $16,500. It's all so bogus though. They're like..."NO INTEREST PAYMENTS!!!!*" With the asterisk at the bottom in fine print reading "for purchases over $100 million dollars" and other assorted criteria that I'm sure I'll never meet. But hey, I feel all important. And isn't that all that really matters?

I'm not sure if I wrote about my loss of six pounds last week. I hadn't weighed myself at the gym for a while, and last week when I did I was six pounds lighter. Which brings my total gain back to zero. So that kind of sucked. But I went in today and apparently I've gained eight pounds since then. So I don't know if the scale was out of balance or what, but hooray for actually gaining weight.

Anywho, I'm tired. So bye.

Josh

mood: uh, I just said I was tired
music: nothing because this was a shorter entry
location: Dad's house

You are Lucy!


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So I took a quiz, and who do I end up as? Lucy. If this isn't ironic, I don't know what is.

So these are all the states I've visited in my lifetime. I've actually stayed in these places, for vacation or otherwise. I guess it's kind of a lot. Heck, who knows?



create your own personalized map of the USA

These are all the states I've ever been in, either driving through or changing planes in or falling into. (I tripped and fell across the border of New Mexico at Four Corners.) Anywho, I saw this on Joanna's blog and thought it was pretty cool so I made my own map.

....k bye.

Dad and I went to see Starsky & Hutch today. It's the first movie in about six months that I've really wanted to see. The theater was pretty full (most likely because it's opening weekend) but Dad and I managed to get pretty good seats. There happened to be two empty seats together that were right next to a couple of girls, and Dad says, "Here, you sit next to the girls." Ugh! It was so embarassing! Well, not embarassing, I guess, because they didn't hear him say it. But I'd really rather not use my dad to get girls. It actually was kind of annoying because I had to share my armrest...and I wanted to put my Skittles (the theater didn't have my Sour Patch Kids) in the cup holder but she had her drink there...sigh. (Yes, I know I'm anal...but I actually find my own complaints amusing...yeah...leave me alone...) The movie was actually really good. Not like "I just have to go see it again," but I might rent it when it comes out on video. Although I haven't rented a movie in months. Dad's on this kick where he wants to collect movies so whenever there's one we want to see we just go to Circuit City and buy it. And we buy like seven more with it that we never seem to get around to wacthing. (Dad's usually too tired when he gets home from the job site. But I'm sure he'll watch them someday. No, seriously.)

So Dad has decided that I need to help him build the house to pay for my trip to Europe. It actually isn't a bad idea because I do feel somewhat like a spoiled brat (no comments, please...) and I'm sure I'll feel better after I help him out some. (I did get the whole "your mother makes it too easy for you" speech, but I guess I'm mostly used to it.) I went out there about noon today with a pizza for him and his helper-man. (I call him a helper-man because I'm not really sure what exactly he does. Dad's used him for about five completely different tasks. You'd think that there'd be one guy who knows how to frame and another who knows how to put in the wood ceilings and another who knows how to drywall, but this guy seems to know everything about everything. Shows what I know.) So we ate the pizza and then Dad had me empty all the trash cans around the site into the dumpster. Then I swept all the gravel off of the street and picked up all the broken glass (which the clean-up crew had dropped when the picked up the remains of the last house) off of the driveway. Then he had me move all of his hardware from behind the dumpster into the main entrance because he wanted them "inside." (Yeah, there's no ceiling...but they're closer to where he's working now.) Hooray for almost stabbing my hand with nails that were coming out of the bottom of one of the boxes. The good news about all of this was that I brought my mp3 player with me so I could listen to something other than AM talk radio while I worked. And that was about all I did. It wasn't so bad, and I do feel better about going to Europe.

Hey, good news! Lucy called me last night! It was exciting too, because she's generally so busy that she doesn't have time to call me, and I'm so desper...cough...um...considerate that I usually end up calling her. I was at FNL when she called though (watching School of Rock, which was a very good movie, surprisingly enough). But I called her back today and we talked for an hour about this and that and the other. I really don't know what else to say about this because that's pretty much all it was. But hey, I was just thrilled about the whole thing.

I got rid of all the candy. NHS had a yearbook picture (at least, we were supposed to but the girl never showed up) and there were plenty of people there who wanted to sell more. A couple of them took five bags. So that whole drama is finished.

And that's all that's happened to me in the last couple of days. (Well, that was mostly from last night until now, but none of the other stuff was that exciting. School. Notecards. Whoo!) I have to get up for church in the morning, and I still have to make my bed after washing the sheets. So I'll get on that. G'night.

Josh

mood: optimistic
music: you know, I deliberately didn't turn the TV on so that I could play music so that I would have something interesting to write here, but I forget to open Winamp so I've been sitting here in silence writing this.
location: Dad's house

These entries are already getting harder to write. Ugh...I'm so lazy!! Oh well, here I am, writing another one. I've been going to bed later than I mean to lately, and I wake up in the morning and it's so hard to drag myself out of bed. I tend to roll around listening to Jeff & Jer for fifteen minutes before I finally manage to become conscious enough to realize that I'm fifteen minutes late. Sigh. But I haven't been late yet, which is good because Carp came up with a new system that deducts a point from our grades for every minute we're late. Great.

So does anyone out there want to buy and/or help me sell the rest of the NHS candy? I have eighteen bags left. If you don't know the story, here's the quick version: I polled the members at one of our meetings to see how many people would want to sell candy to raise money for charity. Everyone except for maybe two or three people wanted to sell two bags. So I went out and bought enough candy for that. Now only about half of the people have sold two bags. (Thank you, by the way, to my friends who have tried to sell as many bags as they can.) Long story short, I've had boxes of bags of candy in the coat closet at my dad's for the last two weeks. Good news today, though. I was talking to my physics teacher about my dilemma and she said that her club, sky-fi, would be happy to help me sell the remainder. They need a service project (for ASB), and they're thrilled that they can sell our candy rather than pick up trash along the street. It was so surprising, too, because they were so excited about the project. It was great, because I was getting rid of the candy like I've been trying to do for two weeks and I was also helping out another club. I feel so generous. But seriously, if any of you want a Snickers or some Sour Skittles, let me know.

I'm almost done with my English notecards. There's light at the end of the tunnel! English is definitely better than it was last semester. I really didn't like the books we were reading - Franny and Zooey and Man's Search for Meaning - and every day we had to go in and analyze the heck out of them. We're reading Hamlet now, and I know Shakespeare isn't the easiest to understand...but once we discuss what it means the plot is really very interesting. Murder, sex, mystery, witty insults....what more could you want? So hooray for liking my least favorite class a little more.

It rained this week. It never rains. I was on my way home from Staples and it started hailing. It was clear one minute and absolutely pouring the next. It was great. Of course, everyone had to slow down to about five miles per hour because the weather had deviated from the mostly sunny 68-74 degrees we're used to. But that's okay...rain kind of puts me at peace. When I got home I went up into my room and opened both windows as I did my homework. That's about as good as homework gets (which, granted, isn't so good...but the rain was nice, anyway).

Anywho, Omarosa just got fired by the Donald, which means it's getting later than I'd like to stay up tonight. So I think I best be off to bed. Good night.

Josh

mood: unsure
music: aint no music...be watchin' the Apprentice
location: Mom's house

Okay, while I'm thinking about it I'd like to say that since most of these entries will be about nothing in particular, it will be difficult to title them. Therefore, I will probably make most of the titles random phrases and such...so unless I explain them you probably ought not to spend too much time trying to figure out how they relate to whatever I'm writing. Today's title is supposed to bring good luck at the beginning of the month. I learned this superstition watching Nickelodeon years ago...and for some reason it stuck with me. So on the first day of every month (when I remember, at least) the first thing I say is "rabbit rabbit." Yeah...weird, I know.

So...whoo! Tonight Jung-Ho Pak directed orchestra. I think he is the former director of the San Diego Symphony; I can't remember if that's what Mr. Horimoto said or not. He was...uh...interesting, as most musicians tend to be. He stopped an awful lot, which became rather annoying. A large portion of his comments involved whom to watch and how to sit, etc. rather than actually commentary on the music. It took so long that I left about thirty minutes after I normally get to. But the whole experience was actually kind of interesting. I don't think I've met someone who enjoys his music more than this guy did. You could tell by his facial expressions that he really felt the music. I admire someone who enjoys what he does that much. I'm moderately scared for myself...I hope I don't end up designing the next generation printer every year. I need to find something I like as much as Jung-Ho Pak enjoys music.

Other than that, my day was mostly normal. I didn't really feel like being at school today. I spent all weekend doing those notecards for English. It wasn't so bad, and it's nice to be ahead, but man, I am so tired of sitting at a desk and writing. Ugh. But right now I'm sitting pretty well homework-wise, so at least I'm not overly stressed. Knock on wood.

Anywho, I'm pretty tired and I want to get up early so I have time to go to the gym before school, so I'll go ahead and end this here. Talk to you later!

Josh

mood: tired, but moderately at peace (because of the rain...I love rain!)
music: none, but Friends is on in the background.
location: Dad's house