I wake up. I again wake up at 6:30. This was actually new for me lately. I usually wake up at around this time, but this past week, I've been getting up at 6:50, then having to rush out the door.

I felt rather alright today. Not great, but good. The album I had been listening to that night was an upbeat album, so that probably had something to do with it. I do that; I sleep while listening to music. I was listening to 'The Ballad Of Codaphonic' by Codaphonic. Great album, Sounds like The Beatles.

In the car, I am wrestling with my iPod headphones, as they are under the seat belt. I just give up, and leave them there until I leave. I was too tired to un-buckle myself.

I walk in the school, looking for spaces in between the dumb blond freshmen, to get to the other end of the hallway, where my friends usually are.

I look at where they usually are, but they aren't there. I turn my head, and one of my funnier friends is face to face with me, and I yell out a surprised gasp of horror. I'm very "skiddish" around my friends. I hate most physical contact with everybody, but they adore it, so that's probably why. After conversing with them, and walking around the school with them, I hear a bell, and decide that I should probably go to class.

As I walk into the large room, in which I have guitar class, I notice that I was a little early, so I set my guitar on my lap, and tune it as best as I could. My guitar has been in the other music room for a few months now. I haven't had it at home, in a warmer, more controlled environment. The constant change in temperature in the school messes with the guitar.

I learn the song 'The Entertainer' as everybody else struggle to play 'Good Riddance' by Green Day. I love helping newer students of music, because then I feel so smart. I see how much progress I've made in almost 2 years of playing guitar. I can read music now, which is a recent skill. I can play the blues, Pentatonic, Major, Minor, and one of the Modes (don't remember which one)

I walk into Algebra, and lay down with my headphones on. I had forgotten my homework for the 4th time in a row. I don't belong in an accelerated class. Most of my newer friends hate me because I am always asking for their homework. Yesterday, the kid I mooch off of in Science must have been pissed. I haven't copied from him since the first quarter of the year. I ask him quietly "can I please copy your homework real quick?" He yells at me "NO DO IT YOURSELF, IT'S NOT HARD!!!" This shut me up, as I was trying to hold back the redness in my face.

In Science class today though, I didn't have the homework, and didn't decide to copy anybody's either. I still felt a bit guilty, although I know that the kid I sit next to wasn't in the right to react as he did. Mr. Thomas wastes half of the class, today, testing us on what the announcements said. It was hilarious at his attempt.

In English, I sit next to the bitchiest trend whore in the world. She thinks that I'm her friend. When I went out with my last girlfriend, This girl (Alyson) would constantly try to manipulate her into thinking I was a douche. When I broke up with her, I ignored Alyson for a while. Now all of a sudden, Alyson doesn't hate me any more. Yet, I do. My friend who was in my last class, also hates her, so we were pushing her desk across the room, to get her to sit away from us. She obviously moved the desk back, and irritated us both.

In gym, we had these fitness tests, and I sucked at it. Actually, I did alright, but not great. I can to 36 sit ups in 60 seconds, and I can jump 4 feet (about, I don't remember what he said) forward. I hate that class.

After the coach lets us get changed, I go straight to lunch (I don't change) to see some kids that I'm 'friends' with. This one kid tells the most ridiculous lies. He says that he can jump several feet on his bike without a ramp (at he's pretty fat so I highly doubt that) and he says that he's been shocked by a police taser several times. He owes me about 10 dollars due in a week or so. I doubt he'll give it to me.

In advisory, I amused a friend, and the girl I like by being funny. Half the time I don't know what I'm saying, because of the excitement of being with the girl I like, but she finds what I say funny, so it must be pretty funny. On my way to French, I usually walk with the girl I like, and keep talking. When she was leaving, she gave me this look that sent shivers down my spine, and made me feel as if I was weightless. As if I was on a roller coaster, and was descending rapidly, and you feel as if you're floating. That's exactly the feeling, except not as uncomfortable.

French is a joke. The whole class, I was ripping the pages out of the text book for no reason at all. It was hilarious. I was ripping them out, then stuffing them in my bag when the teacher wasn't looking. I have half of the French book in my bag now. My friend and I were discussing how my last girlfriend was a zealot. Then she told me that she's now extremely christian. She would always make fun of Christians, and other churchgoers. She always was a hypocrite. I've been talking about that past relationship a lot, because she left a lasting mark on my brain. For the last few months, I've had this impression that all girls were like that. It really fucked me up a bit. She was a bitchy, nagging, whorish, trendy, zealous, over dramatic asswipe.

In economics, I fell asleep the whole class, because we had a substitute today.

When I got home, I saw a ton of bugs on the keypad to get the garage door open. I'm extremely afraid of bugs. I don't know why, but I absolutely detest them. I took the mail, and threw it at the keypad, then dashed away. Then I retrieved the mail, wiped it off, then repeated the process.

I went upstairs to play guitar for the next few hours. Then I broke a string, then another, then another. When I brake one string, I go berserk, when I brake 3, I go insane. I'm very bipolar, so I can change emotions for absolutely no reason sometimes, and I overreact to some things. I asked my mother if she would buy me some strings. My dad has an enormous corporate job, so money is never a problem. Not exactly a good thing though...

Anyways, we go to the guitar store, buy 3 sets of 6 strings (my other strings were really screwed up, and made really bad noises for some reason, and there was a discount if you got 3 sets)

I get home, replace all my strings, and play guitar up until now. I'm now listening to the album 'Daydream Nation' by Sonic Youth, and writing this blog. I'm about to do Math homework, or give a half assed attempt at it at least.

Oh yea, then this happened: