Friday, October 11, 2002

 

10/11/02

Well dayum....long time since i've been here, yeah?
Well, how's life?
It's all good. I still don't get myself, but yeah.
I'm getting by. School is beyond easy. Some of my friends hate the fact that I just doodle all period and still retain my A's.
I always question my ability in knowing western civilization every time Franklin's test come around, but they end up being beyond easy. Why is it that Mr. Franklin is the only teacher in years that actually has me thinking I won't do good on this tests? Oh well, I'm pulling with an A.
Alg. II is alright, I guess. I know a lot of cats in the class, I just don't sit by any of them. I doodle the whole time or do the homework in class while Mr. Bushman is going over how to do it. I sit by Ferrin (sp?) and Drei, but that's it. Manuel sits in the way back, along with Julia, Sarah and Wendy. Linda joined our ranks last week (I think). She's koo. I don't really know her that well, but I'd like to.
English...well. I'm get all the material and everything, but I just don't do the homework very often. I'm never really done my english homework consecutively. My table is the shit. I have 5 other tiight cats sitting next to me: Tammy, Rayan, Nick, Cory and Jordan. And then there's all the other peeps in class. I know most of them. I feel as though I could be moved to any table in that class and feel socially comfortable, so iz all good.
Weight training? I'm working it. Believe that.
Chemistry? It's not as boring in Mr. Baker's class as most people think. Then again, I don't think any class is boring as long as I have a person to joke around with and I have a piece of paper to doodle on. I found myself one of the 'smartest' kids in the class or whatever. I really don't feel like it. People compliment me too much. I'm tired of it because none of it is true. At least, in my eyes I'm not as good as people tell me I am. Maybe I'm just beyond modest of something.
Anyways, I'm good, I'm good. I still hate myself, but its all good. I don't really hate myself, I just don't think I fill up to the compliments people give me. I really don't.
Oh well. It's juss stiffizzy. Anyways, I'm out.
Wizzy, wizzy..wizzy..wizzy, wizzy wooow.
Late late.
-Ryan

Ryan posted this at 9:32 PM.