It was cold out this morning.
Pretty nice. Except we had to scrape the ice off the Land Cruiser's windshield before we could leave for school. And I was frozen: all my jackets are currently at my mom's, leaving me, at my dad's, with nothing but a t-shirt. Living in two houses kinda sucks.
But overall, pretty nice.
I figured out some things today I think. Maybe not. Class started out bad enough; Ms. Fox took a good thirty minutes to get the Chapter 34-36 tests copied and handed out--test wasn't too bad, except the last few, which I presume she covered in class discussion--I probably missed them: I was in ISS for three days and she sent me no notes. But overall, it was like any other test in there: pretty nice.
Mrs. Fasolino moved me to the front in English today, that was the only reason for the switch--the whole spiel about the French exchange students needing space was a sham. She just wanted me up front for disciplinary reasons, OK, fine with me. But it's so obvious: she moved us back one--I was in back, thus I moved to the front--so any group of people who talk in class were essentially held together, just shifted. So I moved to the front.
I noticed something rather funny in Mrs. Bowen's class today: in a somewhat vigorous manner she wrote down the names of people who weren't doing any work--or at least that's what I presumed she was doing. My first-hand source proving something along those lines was Josh Leazenby, who said Mrs. Bowen was upset by the laziness of his class period and was thus taking the offensive. I suppose. Didn't bug me. I do my work. Then I play Tetris on my calculator, which is likely both the nerdiest and suckiest way to play Tetris. On my mobile phone, I can manage a good 500 or so lines before my hands cramp up and the screen gets too small; on the TI it's a struggle to break 50 lines, every damn time. Calculator buttons are just too unresponsive.
I suppose I'm the only one who would care about that kind of shit, whatever. I don't have much else to do in that waste of a class.
I think being in ISS for three days affected my Pre-Cal education, because I've been struggling a bit, more so than usual, to get things. I think I've got it figured, but we'll see tomorrow. I keep making mistakes on stupid algebra; I would've thought I had it solid now. Oh well.
AP Physics B makes me laugh sometimes. I was gone for four class days (ISS = 3, UIL band = 1) and I still managed to make a passing grade on the last test. That makes me think--what did we cover those four days I was gone? Most likely, not much at all. Hmm, that could be a commentary on the quality of our instructor... har har har. I guess we never actually do anything in there but tests. That being said, some of those kids in there talk way too damn much for their own good. So it's not just the instructor.
I probably sound like an elitist snob, but I assure you, I am.
After school, Collin came over and he and Alex and I went on a 13-mile or so bike ride around town. 121 to 190 access road to Wheat Rd to Sparta Rd to Lake Rd to 121 and then home. Fun stuff, I guess. My bike is a complete joke though. 10 year-old mountain bike with a frame size for someone 5'2" or something. Seat is all the way up and it's still a pain. Yeah, not working out. I need a new bike, only decision to make is whether or not to get a full-out road bike or a hybrid, so I can still hit the trails out at Stillhouse and elsewhere. Not really sure what to get.
I feel like taking my car apart again, and redoing it. I guess I get bored. I'm already planning out the next step, just gotta get a job and start saving I guess. Stupid cars. Well, stupid me. Other people don't find endless fascination in stripping their cars down and rebuilding them. They just, well, drive them. So yeah, stupid me.
I don't really get why I'm writing this, just seems like a way to wind things down after a day like today. I've been a little preoccupied lately, so cutting the clutter of the daily nonsense seems to give me some more space to think things out. Feel like I'm writing a damn diary entry, what a joke, hahah.
Yesterday was Mitchell's birthday, so dad, my stepmom, and I went out to visit him in College Station. We went out to lunch at a Japanese restaraunt and did the hibachi thing, where the thick-accented guy makes your food on a grill in front of you and tries to burn you to death with fireball-producing oil. I was the lame kid who ate with a fork, but oh well. I find it ironic I'm one-quarter Japanese and don't know how to use chop-sticks, but I've decided I have no aspirations to act outwardly Japanese. Being a Texan pretty much overrides anything else I think. I really enjoyed the meal, though. It was a lot of fun.
After eating, Mitchell showed us his senior design project in one of the engineering buildings at A&M, which I found interesting. I think it'd be fun to work on the kind of stuff that was floating around his computer engineering lab, but I still remain noncommittal. I honestly have no idea what I want to do.
I've been listening to MSTRKRFT lately, you should check them out on Youtube or their Myspace or something. They've got a pretty interesting sound going, like "almost-music". It's like Justice but even more on the edge. Justice are a better group musically speaking, but there's something appealing about the stripped-down, staticky, vocoder-infused junk flying out of the speakers when MSTRKRFT is spinning. Like the music sucks, but who cares. It sounds fucking rad.
I think I'll end it here.
Overall, it was a pretty nice day. And weekend, for that matter.
