firm handshakes

i left school early today with the intention of going home to "study". am i going to? fuck no.

a) i haven't taken my nap
b) it's too fucking cold
c) i don't want to
d) i just don't care enough to do anything

scantron that, bitches.
school is killing me. i get these waves of despair every once in a while that are pretty much triggered only by going to school. any tiny bit of personality or intelligence i ever had is gone now thanks to the black hole i have to visit every day. i would gain more from watching a burrito cook in a microwave. that place kills brain cells. i don't know what 100 - 84 is. i really don't. one of my teachers asked me the other day and i stared back at him with this blank look on my face like i was some grade 9 giving a blowjob. i do know how to punch in random numbers that are supposed to mean something into a binompdf on a calculator, but not my times tables. and if, no, not if, when i get left in a forest some day to fend for myself i'll be worse than dead in an hour. that makes me feel real nice. i prefer to waste my energy on other things like overthrowing VOX, and google-earthing my house or grouphug on school computers. it's much more fulfilling than some number on a peice of paper or a fucking gold sticker. this is definitely the worst time for this to have hit again. for almost all of 13 years i was a good little robot doing my homework every day and freaking out over grades. i don't know why suddenly now, 5 days before exams i just want to drop out. nothing would make me more happy.

but of course, i'm too scared.

wise words (but not of frankie)

don't eat potato chips for breakfast

revolution of the double tenth

i like to relive the childhood i never had by watching such films as House Arrest and el Club de las Babysitters, more commonly known to the plebeians as the Babysitters Club. not that there's anything wrong with plebeians.
this morning i had a dream about aliens taking over the world. i was hiding out in the library. i wanted to see the ending but i woke up so i tried to make myself go back to sleep. it didn't work. whether i survived the alien attack of 06 will forever remain a mystery.

then after eating some wierd asian things for breakfast i realized that i really miss ben a lot.

the trig proofs can fucking wait!

every time i think about this, it seems even more ridiculous than before. i shouldn't even be making this post, because knowing me it will just go on forever. like the internet's equivalent of pi. i just need to express my disgust for the fact that people have no trouble believing in some invisible man in the sky even when he kills a bunch of devout biblethumping Christian miners and lets two continents starve (i lumped every starving non-African into one continent. it probably adds up to 3 but i'm being generous. fuck you, it's my internet, i can do it), not to mention cruelly impregnating an innocent woman through immaculate conception without having the decency to at least give her an orgasm. what a jerk. if people are going to worship anything, it should be bacteria. they may be invisible to the naked human eye but at least we know they're there. they make their presence known by making REAL miracles, like cheese and yogurt happen. look at how many different kinds of cheeses there are! you have to respect the power of bacteria too, because if you piss off the bad ones your penis shrivels up. and idiots everywhere choose a guy who's been dormant for two thousand+ years. who does he think he is, a volcano? that was terrible but i just associate the word dormant with volcanoes.

i'm still alive

2005 was good. i have the best friends in the world.