The Perks of Being a Cuban.

I feel as though people who shouldn't be reading my blog are. Paranoid I know. But if it's true, shout out to my english teachers of this year and last year.
I'm having one of those hell-like weeks that make you anticipate the weekend even more than usual. Quizzes pretty much every day this week, tests too. The only class that's not eating my ass is English. Yeah, I'm sort of back to liking English class. I'm exhausted(woohoo) and have allergies. What's great is allergies haven't hit me hard yet, but I do have the allegry headache.
Prep Day. I wanted to go to Ashes and Snowwwwww! Not because of the obvious reason either! Geoffrey Colbert ( is that him?) IS REALLY INCREDIBLE! His photographs are amazing (amazeen in OC lingo). But alas, Muir has saved me a spot on his.... he's not artsy :( and he's not the best english teacher in the universe.... NOT THE SAME :'(

Khaki is crappy


I'm going to make my own pants out of random fabrics... and hemp, because its spring. I'm thinking of also being creative and making pants out of paperclips and postits.... call them Office-Desk Pants. Why am I making my own pants? BECAUSE IT'S SPRING!

Tomorrow shall royally suck. I must sit there for about 2 hours and listen to some dude cry about the dangers of sex and drugs in hopes of reforming the nymphos and cokeheads of my school. Why I have to go, I know not :) haha. I'm a good boy who's never even gotten near any sort of drug, as Dare actually worked on me! That video of the black kid who norted coke and then keeled over and died in his living room 25 minutes later was CHILLING! There should be drugtesting before they make the goood kids sit through tehe pointless crap. We're out of school BY ELEVEN! THATS SO POINTLESS! Its a 2 1/2 hour day, and yet I still have to wake at 6 and be in school by 7, making it a 4 hour day, of uselessness. Freshman get to go to art museums, like the Whitney. Muir's going to El Museo....? I like the Whitney, I went freshman year with Ms Wortman and Ms Hellstrom, who commented later in the day on how brilliant my isight on the symbolism of the art was.... I miss that kooky Wisconsinite. People hated her, but how on earth can you hate someone who thinks you're BRILLIANT! I loved her!!!! hahahaha Sophomores get to go on retreat. Sophomore retreat was kind of better than VFreshman retreat, but not by much. It was sort of boring, I remember forgetting my oneonone partner's name and asking him when it was my turn to talk about him. Ms Dewitt found it very funny, as did I. I could have asked him to tell me during someone else's reflection, but it was much funnier this way.

What ever happened to the simple easy-going life I once led? I remember a time when I would sit back, relax, and watch the abundance of remarkable things come to ME instead of me seeking good fortune for myself. Life cannot be this simple forever, as I am now bitterly beginning to notice. I am no longer 12 and lucky, I am slowly becoming more realistic, more pessimistic. The once half full glass is quickly becoming half empty.
You may be wondering why I use so many vague descriptions. School has become a chore, an obstacle. I'm currently drowning in a sea of moles, Molars, and other Chemistry-related things I simply cannot hold in my mind. I do not have a scientific brain, I do not have a mathematical brain. I like the vague, the open to discussion. I like being analytical. I like to create my own conclusions and do not like to be told what is definitively right. Math is too dry for me to enjoy myself with. Not to mention my complete lack of a competent math teacher. I miss that old flamboyant little bugger, and am forced to settle with a sad lonely 57 year old woman who still lives with her mother. She teaches more physics and chemistry than algebra.
To tell you the truth, I must begrudgingly admit that I am not even enjoying English class anymore. Jane Eyre is perhaps, the worst book I've ever been forced to read. Why can't we at least reach the modern British era, with the sarcastically humorous writing seen on PBS' British TV shows? I am too unattached to Jane Eyre. After experiencing a magical year of incredible books such as the Great Gatsby, CATCHER IN THE RYE, the Crucible, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, and the Good People of new York ( not to mention amazingly written short stories like The No Guitar Blues and Teenaged Wasteland) it is sort of hard to revert back to the unrelateable writing of the 1700s (? 1700s? no clue).
I can't take school, and I wish it were as easy as it was back then. Back when I was "master of my domain" in the nonperverted way. I was outgoing and spent every waking moment living to make others laugh. Priorities have shifted and THAT now occurs outside of classes. I'm a well behaved, quiet boy who REFUSES to give a teacher a reason not to like him. I'm far too polite to people I'm not too close to. If more people saw the edge that I actually do have, I don't think it would be received well. Unless you actually have a physical attraction towards a me rainbowbritelalalalalala you would NOT put up with my asssholeyness, unless you can dish it out yourself; which I in fact respect VERY much. Anyone willing to match wits with this asshole is a hero in my eyes.
I sort of want to talk about religion. I think, I'm getting more Catholic, in the spiritual sense. While I do not agree with the institutionalization of the Church, I still hold its truths very close to me. I respect the words written in the Bible and to a degree want to carry them through to my daily life. I find myself in deep prayer every night, not praying for enlightenment, but for comfort and security in the fact that I am in fact, a good person. I have not reached that realization yet and perhaps never will, but asking for spiritual guidance does in fact relax my discomfort.