My week's been Ok, for the most part, I've done all of my homework. Except for today. I didn't turn in a visual project for my first block, and I wrote a journal for English, but didn't bother submitting it. I don't know why. I honestly don't know why I didn't get it out of my bag and put it in the bin, but something made me just leave it there. It's still there, and I'll type it up and post it this Sunday, like I promised to. I'm not excelling in everything at school. I'm doing a lot worse in English than I'd anticipated. I'm apparently not doing my work. Though, I always remember doing it. Always. Maybe I black out and forget to turn any of it in...or something. And English used to be my strongest subject. It doesn't add up and I don't like that one bit.


I'm in a mood, I'm finding it difficult to be coherent lately. I think it's a product of the stress. I need both credits for graduation, and if I have to take them over, I'll have to retake it in summer school. It's almost too late now to do anything about it. I can beg and plead with my teacher to let me do something to boost my score, but I don't think I'd really be comfortable with that. I'm doing okay in third-block Spanish III, fourth block World History and my second-block Chemistry class are decent enough. I need to start turning in the work I do, but aside from that, I have a passing grade.


That's the way it's been since about fifth grade for me - certain subjects never came easy for me. I was lucky to make passing grades. And barely that, usually. I passed Biology last year with a low C, having a couple of B's on my report card.


So...today was a good day. Stressful and bland, as usual, but comparatively good. I spent lunch in the library. I've gotten some of the way through A Kiss of Shadows, my Laurell K. Hamilton. It's a great book, about this fairy princess who has to have sex to stay alive. Pick it up at your nearest bookseller, it's a wonderful, sensual read. I checked out Dandelion Wine out of the library. I'm slowly making my way along Bradbury's work. I'll get it all done by next year, I'm sure. I'm looking up books to check out next time I'm at the library...I need odd books by unknown authors. Books that will never be sold at Wal-Mart or made into films or commercialised with cutesy covers. That's my kind of literature.


My printer is malfunctioning. I can't back the black ink cartridge work. It comes out all streaky and you can't read it. I need to fax a two-paged, two-sided document, and I don't trust my cat-like reflexes enough to risk being able to catch it and flip it and return it to the feeder before it pulls the next page or terminates the transmission. Therefore, I need every other page copied, but the copier is broken. So I try to copy with the multi-function printer, but the black won't work. It works, it's just so faint, that if I did try to fax it, it would come out as a block of white with some blotches in it. I've cleaned the print heads four times now, once manually—with cotton swabs and alcohol—and they still refuse to function. This all serves as a wonderful distraction from my suffering, so I welcome it whole-heartedly.


So, I went to the track meet yesterday. I wasn't aware of the fact that so many seriously cute guys competed in track and field. Not necessarily from my school but at others in the region, there are some totally steamy, flexible boys.

Locker rooms.

Moving on....


I've finally gotten back into photography. I went for a run after school and took some photos. It was a great way to relax!


"bubba-fly!"




I was trying to take a picture of the lake, but there was a person in it, and I caught the sea gull in the corner of the photo. It made my day )




I tend to take my camera with me when I go running, and these two were pictures that I stopped my run for. I think the colors in the first, and the black and white stones in the second are so beautiful, and I'm hoping I captured that on film.
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Okay, so I guess that's it for now. Yum, the chinese food man just got here. The shrimp with chinese veggie's is calling my name.