Saturday, August 23, 2003

 

8/23/03

How's life, ladies? This is Ryan. And I'm a Taurus. And I...most definitely....know...what a...girl wants. Yeeeah... [sport boy-band pout face now]

We the type of people who like to blah, blah.

Cream soda and funnel-cake binging?! You craaazy kids!

I hate it when people say, "You're a guy and you listen to that?!" or "But you're asian! What are you doing listening to rock?" Hey, if I dig it, I dig it. What does it matter to you? You're probably one of those cats back in middle school who was against A-track members mingling with the C-trackers. Or you're one of the dillusionals who sport a color and brawl out whenever they see another particular color. Please, refrain from making such retarded comments to me you frickin' nazi.

Its kind of fair but kind of not that I know almost everyone in all my classes. I don't get to experiance that, "Oh! You're a person I've never met before!" feeling.

I don't know if you heard this, but there's this hilarious, albeit crazy, rumor floating around. Supposedley, I'm running this extortion ring. I'm supposed to have these circuits of upper-classmen around the whole school who punk the lower-classmen for money. Its like....organized bullying. And I only act friendly and nice as a front because no one would ever suspect that "good ol' Ryan" would ever do something like that.

...or would I?

Why do most people cuss? Lalochezia.

I only act stupid in classes to dissuade these ridiculous accusations that I'm smart or something. That and I get beyond bored in class because they're teaching stuff we already know.

Well, now that we've had a week of school I know what classes I can lounge out in, what classes I might have to actually work in and what teachers I'm going to like.
Favorite classes are going to have to be....Physics with Lang, APUSH with Sterling, AP Studio Art with Lewis and AP Eng. 11th with McNalley.
Why is it that I'm always loving my english and science classes?

Sterling, oh man...how awesome is that class? We seem to have a couple of actresses in our class too. You know what I'm talking about...the witch victims, haha. I'm here taking notes when she starts blurting stiffizzle out of nowhere. I'm thinking, "She has tourettes. Her parents are looking into it." But then Kristina gets up and starts spouting about a yellow bird? Then I got it. And then I went back to doodling. Er....taking notes. Yeah, you know me.

I'm thinking I'm talking way too much in McNalley's and hell, I might be. But hey, when you know 75% of the class, and you're sitting next to an old friend who you haven't seen in 2 years as well as being surrounded by other good friends and beautiful people, you tend to be a little on the conversive side. McNalley doesn't seem to mind, though. In fact, she seems to enjoy some of my sharp comments.

Sometimes, I think I try too hard to make people smile.

First it was subprofiles. Then it was OTJ's, mostly Xanga. Then it was Friendster. What is it now? Those dayum Blunt Truth surveys.

Being at a party or a kickback consisting of all couples except for yourself makes you realize more than ever how much you yourself need a significant other. Hell, juss another would do. You wouldn't even need to know the person to make you feel better. They could juss stand next to you at the dipping bowl.

I never get tired watching Extreme Elimination Challenge.

Nice shirt.

Anyone else find it ironic how I like my AP classes more than my regular ones?

"Get out of my class" will be my next favorite quote for at least the next 40 minutes.

Supposedley, I'm a pretty popular soap opera in Alaska right now.

My friends, I ate turf this week. You see, there's these benches by the lunch area and there's grass area and trees in-between them. But there's this particular one that was currently hosting a new tree. Unbeknownst to me, they watered these trees during school. So I'm walking along during the beginning of lunch and I'm not looking down because I'm greeting friends and I happen to step into said bench area. One step and that's when I realize: its muddy and hey! its kind of slippery too! So I'm standing there for about 1.2 secs trying to get my balance, and I do. But when I try to step off, I lose that balance because I'm wearing a stupid backpack full of all my books because I have yet to get my locker. Anyways, I'm falling. And what do I do? (My friends say this was the best part, by the way) I do a spin, so that instead of falling forward on my face, I fall back on my backpack eliminating all chances for frontal mud stains. However, I still have to roll up so I turn again and get up with my hands in the air like I meant to do it saying, "Yes, everyone! I ate it. I ate it hard...and I ate it well." All of this happened within about 5 seconds so no one except those within 15 feet saw what happened, haha. I didn't stain that much so you probably wouldn't have noticed afterwards. "Most graceful, Ryan! I give you a 10"
The worst part? One of the supervisors saw it who has kind of become a good friend of mine since then, haha. But the bad part, right? He calls the custodians to bring down some cones to warn off the area and he's telling them the whole story. So they're pointing at me and laughing, but its all good 'cause I know all of them.
But hey, it wasn't embarassing at all. It felt kind of good to fall. Weird, I know, but nothing bad really happens to me too often. I was proud to point and say, "Hey, you see those cones over there? Those are there because of me, bro. Because of me."

I feel like an inspirational guru. See how much better you feel now that I've blogged for the day?

Haha, blogged. It sounds so much better than 'Xangaed', haha.

"Yeah, they need more padding in the royal sack region."

Docking out...
-Ryan : the boy who blocked his own shot

Ryan posted this at 8:31 PM.