Go on...

Yes. Today was weird, for multiple reasons.

Firstly, they made a P.A. announcement, officalising that the frosh had died. I think that is v. sad. I mean, it's not the death thing, but it's kind of like well, she was just starting off with high school, it probably hadn't started sucking yet. Although, in the long run, she'll probably be grateful. There are many times when I think hell is better than high school. Times when I'd rather spend eternity with Hitler then with my friends. So-called, anyway. I guess I should say something nice, but I didn't know her. Aperentaly, she was actually a v. nice person, and the people on the P.A.'s weren't just making it up to soun d concerned, so that's sad, too. Shouldn't someone worthless and mean die? Take me for example. Twenty bucks she deserves to live more than me. Oh, and also, if I die tragically and young, there are two things to remember: 1) I was never kind, caring, or full of life 2) If you're not friends with me now, don't pretend to be when I die. Other things to keep in mind: 1) Reading a prayer over the P.A.'s for me is horridly embarrassing. Just don't do it. I'm not a Godly person, it wwould be a waste of resources. 2) Remember that I am bad. V.V. bad. I am not a good person at all. 3) Don't let Mr. Caldwell fill you with some shit about how I was a wonderful student. I don't pay attention in his class.Its a lie. 4) Don't come to the funeral if you don't talk to me. I don't really think anyone who will actually read this actually applies for that, but still. 5) Don't write me any: songs, poems, stories, letters, or haikus. I'll be dead. I won't be reading them. 6) Print off and publish this bloge. You probably won't get crap for it, but it's worth a shot. I have had my witty moments. 7) Don't cry. crying is for babies. Be a man. And I don't care if you're a girl.
Okay, enough depressingness. I digress. Back to my uncomfortable day.

Had a bio test- didn't really get around to studying for that. Still passed, though, I think anyway. It didn't seem too hard, anyway.

Um, recieved news before theology that disturbs me a little. Not because of what it was about, it didn't really affect me directly, but just the fact of who I heard it from, and more specifically who I didn't hear it from. Aperentally I was not important enough to hear about this. I guess I just don't matter then.

Anyway. That just proved to me that my previous bloge was right. I am blind, I am ignorant, I am too distant and unattached to notice what's going on around me. Maybe i should go live in a tent in a desert.

Which reminds me- Mrs. Clark came in and gave us the retreat speech today. I'm debating what I want to do. Somehow, I'm actually kind of looking forward to going on one. Maybe I'll get some clarity, some focus. Or maybe I'll just understand more clearly on why I'm fucked up and seemingly unreachable.

Well, to hell with me and all my friends.

Today I got out of government for like 15-20 minutes. We heard the ledgend of Ms. Campagna's engagement. Her fiance proposed to her with the ring in the cheese. On their picnic. Cute, I suppose, but wierd. Ugh, marrage. Somehow, that seems to me like such a settling point, like submitting yourself to the dull tediation of everyday life. I couldn't stand it. Average-icity. I'm falling into that pattern enough, thank you.

Well. Good bye.

Oh, and thanks for the shoutouts, despite their obvious insincerity.

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~me