Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Babies have the mysterious power of knowing when you're paying attention to them. If they think you're doing anything that doesn't involve them they will proceed to scream. Then you either sit there and not be able to focus on anything, or you pick the baby up and not even attempt to do your paper work.
Babies are fine, just not when you're in high school. There is absolutlely no way to get stuff done unless you have a babysitter.
Too bad I am the babysitter. Balls.
Also, I was going to change my layout again, but instead I just switched back to minima 3 column temporarily before I can make the proper codes. Also, comments are at the top of the post for some reason....
Monday, March 30, 2009
Today in class Jacob scolded me.... and I have to say it was well deserved. Debate is becoming really scary because I feel so insufficient right now. District is this Saturday, and I am NOT READY. Also, I'm a bit miffed because while I'm working my brain off debating, Miranda will be at the Renissance fair. NOT COOL.
Not to mention all this time-wasting personal drama and LOADS of homework.
It's so unfair that the guy I actually like is too stupid to see that I like him. Not to mention he has a girlfriend. Bah. He's perfect (for me) too! The perfect blend of sarcastic/snarky and total coolness. And he's intelligent and actually has views that go beyond sports. However, I'm being bogged down by everyone because of a guy I DON'T like, and everyone is convinced that I do like him. NO.
This is the worst situation ever. Maybe I need to abandon thoughts of ever being with aforementioned perfect (for me) guy, and find someone similar to him....
Maybe I should consider my current options. Maybe I should stop saying maybe. Since when did life get so complicated?
Sunday, March 29, 2009
In other news, I've been drawlin all sorts of things, online, and old school fashion with a good ole pen and a piece of paper. Alas, I have no scanner as of 3 months ago so hopes of putting those pictures up are slim unless I can sneak some pictures in using a camera.
Facebook Grafitti is now officially my favourite app ever. That thing is so addicting. All I wanna do is draw, and press replay. Also, I've been using pictures, and putting it in notes to get my point across to the moronic few people who think ginger brown skinned babies are genetically possible.
Bah, it'll take a while, but oh well. Time to get practicing!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
I'm tired of flip floppy boys, who don't know how to make up their minds. If you want to be businesslike with me, fine. That makes my day even easier.
If you want to act flirty with me, whatever. So it goes.
However, you cannot be inconsistent with me. You can't be one way in the morning and a different way at night. It doesn't work like that, and I'm tired.
Leave me alone, because at this point, even if you do decide for once in your life to listen to what you preach--- Nothing will Happen.
I will not like you, nor will I show any signs of caring. However, right now your antics are not only hindering me from achieving anything, I think you're just further confusing yourself. In a year, hopefully everything will be resolved, and you and I can part ways. When the day finally comes where I no longer have to see you constantly, oh what a happy day that will be.
Until then, I will curse the stars and the fates for us ever having to be in close proximity to each other, and somehow try to come out of this situation with a couple of lessons learned.
Friday, March 27, 2009
So yes, my life has been moving a million miles an hour lately leaving me very little time to do anything related to fun. However, right now I'm sneaking in a few minutes of me time. Hear that? No? It's the sound of my muscles relaxing.
Yesterday, the whole day I thought it was Wednesday. In fact, I thought today was Thursday. Man was I shocked and happy to find out that it was a Friday.
Jacob. How apathetic I am towards the name. Why apathetic? Because he hates apathy. Bahahaaaa.
Yesterday he "hijacked" me, or in other words-- caught me off guard by jumping on my back like a spider monkey. No lie. Now my back is a bit sore. Anyways, today they (being three of the debate varsity girls) teased me to no end about "ginger brown skinned babies". Not only is it genetically impossible for that to ever happen, it's just plain awkward.
Also, I have to point out the hypocrisy on Rachel's part. She's Jacobs's ex, now dating my school's "golden boy" and she loathes Jacob, and preaches to every girl never to date him, or like him, yet she teases me about procreating with him? Yeah. No. It doesn't work like that.
No one understands, nor do they see the complications that could come from me or Jacob ever having feelings for each other. (gross. did I just type that?)
So, I will just endure their teasing. I will continue to keep my head where it belongs: above my heart, and just laugh at anything and everything they throw at me.
Oh yeah, +15 karma for me, I bought a plastic bracelet to help a School in Africa buy school supplies!! It says, "I am a piece of the peace."
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Just when I feel like one day I will be able to make an impact in this world, or at least put a dent in all the horrendous things happening, I get a cold splash of Reality in the face.
My heart goes out to every child that doesn't have a family to love them, or even provide for them, and I had always planned on adopting a child. However, then I realized it wasn't enough. If I could I would adopt every single orphaned child in the world, but I know I can't.
If I adopted a child I would feel so guilty that I chose to save, provide for, and love them, when I left an equally deserving and needy child back at the organization.
I can't adopt every orphaned child on earth, and neither can BranJelina for that matter, so what can I do?
People usually don't see my views on abortion, but this is where it plays in:
There are so many orphaned kids out there living in foster homes, being used for food stamps, being taken advantage of, and just living in an overall unhealthy environment. Not only do they live a rough physical life, they must live with the thought that no one wants them.
This could easily be avoided if every pregnant teenage girl who couldn't support her baby, or if every woman that knew they couldn't handle a child would just abort.
At least the child wouldn't have to live in such a hellacious environment. This would eliminate so much unwanted situations, and overall just make things better for everyone.
PROS: Less children in the orphanage = more kids are adopted, and have a better chance of doing so.
The child would never have to live in adversity, suffering, or being used and abused. For those of you who worry about them never living life, think of it this way: They'll be up in heaven, never having to experience the corruptness of our world.
If every fetus was donated to stem cell research, we would come closer to finding cures for major diseases.
CONS: Said aborted child would never live life. That's the bottom line, if we want to get straight to it.
My heart goes out to every child who has never had the opportunity to have a mother figure, or father figure in their life. If I could, if I even had the capacity to adopt the whole world of hidden children that are most often overlooked I would. But I can't.
It's not one of those things that you can "work on" so you can achieve. It's just a common known fact. Every little bit helps?
Yeah right. Try telling that to the kid I didn't adopt, while I take care of the child that I did.
Monday, March 23, 2009
I thought today I was going to totally wipe out and crash, but I didn't. Instead, I ended up happy and chipper all day, laughing at the most absurd things. Not even my insane allergies could get me down.
But what makes today the best day ever? I have no idea. Nothing especially great or spectacular happened; I just have this undeniable feeling of pure bliss and happiness.
Jacob, today decided to be a douche and push Keenan (blonde swimmer senior guy) into me after lunch, and Keenan was all like, "DUDE my tooth! It's chipped!"
Which caused a slight freak out on my part, but then he quickly explained it was just a joke, and it was no where near my fault that it was chipped. I think I heard him say it got chipped when he was boxing or something.....
And after Jacob left the premises, my day went on all happy and whatnot. I'm not too fond of the idea that I'm going to the District Debate meet next weekend.... I'm so nervous...... And not to mention totally out of my league.
Oh yeah, another thing that topped my day was the fact that CELERY CUT HIS HAIR.
It used to be past his shoulders, but now it's short. So short he actually looks quite nice. I had a mini freak out and glomped him. Haha, and then he was like, "I think I broke you.."
Anyways, I had a nice day. Hope everyone else did too! Oh yeah, Random debate picture!
haha, me on the end wearing my Anderson Cooper shirt, attempting to smile and scowl at the same time, resulting in this EPIC FAIL face. Blonde one is Josh, the ginger is Jacob, the rest are my fellow novice buddies.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Bah. Word to the wise: Never do business with old asian ladies. NEVER. They will cheat you out of your money without batting an eye, and use the fact that they knew you when you were seven, (so of course you have to give them a discount) to trick you into art commission.
AN 8x10 OR LARGER, REAL LIFE PIECE, IN ACRYLIC FOR $25?!!! THIS IS ABSURD.
Oh well, now that that's off of my chest, I'm freaking because school is in two days, and I forgot if my Biology teacher assigned workbook pages. >.< why?? Not to mention all the friggin papers that I kind of read through for debate.....
Also, I'm not too fond of my new layout.... There are too many bugs, and even though I hand coded it, I still can't fix this one part.... Not to mention everything feels all squished together, especially on the left hand side of the page.
Bah, I'll just code a new layout. It's better than sleeping because all this week I've had crazy realistic dreams.
One of them was about me being on a football team, and the whole dream centered around playing football, and hanging out afterwords with the guys.
Then one about me going to my Grandma's house and just hanging out, except everything is abnormally sunny, and my whole family is trying to get me to meet some random guy that plays the guitar, and for some reason I refuse to meet him, and then towards the end of the dream I just go up to him and start talking to him.
And tons of other dreams that aren't really worth mentioning. But the thing that irks me is that in all of the dreams the people that I meet and talk to are complete and total strangers that I've never seen before. And I could see their faces clearly and everything, and there was so much detail!
Maybe I saw these people just walking down the street and my mind just took snapshots and saved them subconsciously or something.... Aughhhh this is so weird. Usually when I have dreams about strangers their faces are all fuzzy, but I remember all of the faces so clearly!
Am I the only person this has ever happened to? Surely other people have experienced dreaming and talking to people they have never seen before.... Bah I don't want to be mentally insane.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Again, I woke up late, then I went to the library to chill with some awesome people. Then I got some books.
It was so nice and mundane.
And best of all, I started reading this book called Vibes, and it's great. No dark mystery, no horror, just an honest to Buddha teen book. Now you may argue that I'm going soft, but I say no. I think I'm finally accepting and coming to terms with the fact that I should savor free time, and read as many frivolous teeny bopper books as I can before I get weird looks for reading a book with a hot pink cover.
I never want to be too old to read little kid books! I don't want to start reading boring old lady books, or pervy soft porn.
Bah, what am I talking about? I have no idea. Is tomorrow Friday? Buddha, time flies!
I started reading those papers Jacob gave me and lost interest after 6 pages worth of "distributive justice" BUDDHA.
I mean, I'm all for equality, or egality, or whatever for being the grounds of Justice, but right now my brain feels like mush and it's probably because of all the not-thinking I've been doing.
I need to find someone to exchange witty banter with. Pronto before I start to loose my edge. Where is Bekka when I need her? Answer: Probably at her Grandma's.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I still haven't read through the monster stack of papers Jacob wanted me to sift through for "cards". Oh well, I figure I can get by with just reading through them last minute. Three weeks till district right? What? It's April 4th?!
Maybe I should get to reading and studying.
Whatever, I'll do it later. It's Spring Break.
What I should be doing is working on a blog layout.... I told myself I was going to make one, but as usual I've been procrastinating. Darn lazy self. Maybe since I bought my Wacom Tablet I can start working on it... Jeez it cost me enough.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
I recently ran into a few of them, and I was talking to one of the guys and we both played with the idea of all of us having a reunion. After fourth grade, everyone just dispersed. I miss them. I miss Scotty, Kris, Andreas, Kaitlyn, and everyone else.
Last I heard Scotty was in Tennessee, Kris in China, and Kaitlyn in Missouri. I have no idea where Andreas is....
But I'm losing my point. I'I knew those people from infancy. Our mom's knew each other, and we went to the same school from pre-k to fourth grade.
I wonder how we've all changed.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Then I went to the gallery opening at the local fine arts museum to see all the student art displayed, and then took off to hang with some of my Asian friends.
Cecil Touchon, a Texas artist was juror for the exhibit and picked out many pieces that were his favorite, his own pieces weren't all that shabby.
He has many others that I took pictures of, but it's late, and I'm tired, so most likely I'll put them up at a different time.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Right now I'm not doing much other than trying not to lose my temper or get into a really mopey mood. That tends to happen when I'm over here. Right now though, my one method to keep myself in check is to listen to a lot of She & Him. They calm me down.
As for any ambitious plans this Spring Break, nothing much. Maybe I can get something productive done...
Maybe I'll study and do a couple of speaking drills for debate seeing as how our big district meet is in three weeks.
Or maybe I'll make some new art, and maybe post some new stuff.
There's a plethora of things I can/could do, however, I'm just going to focus on not letting my mom get under my skin.
Gotta be nice with family right? Even though the cultural differences hurt.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
I so wish it was Saturday already.
I've got packing to do tonight, plans to stablize, and books to read. One week is not enough time off. I just want to do nothing, everything, something on my own. School has really been getting to me lately.
Facebook is a bit of an overdramatic bore, but I can't tear myself away from it. Darn you graffiti!!
Also, I'm trying to busy myself with plans for major artwork, because I'm afraid of being bored over the break. This is all counterintuitive.
I'M MELONCHOLY ABOUT THIS LONG, YET SEEMINGLY SHORT BREAK.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
In math all I heard was: "She's a lady... woah woah woah...."
In fact, through all my classes all I heard was that. Not to mention, Jacob sings in this birdlike shrieking voice that is too feminine for his being.
Ah, whatever. Today was picture day, and no one said anything about it being picture day so basically everyone came to school looking like crap, not to mention it was a rainy day, so everyone was damp and nasty.
Once again, my school has failed me. This is like, due for an epic face-palm.
In order to stick it to the man, I hatched a devious plan to fool the system. My friend Stormy was nice enough to switch cards with me, so we ended up pretending to be each other.
Bwhahaaa this will cause major confusion when delivering picture order form samples. Usually you just walk up to the table during lunch, and they rifle through pictures that look like you, but now, oh now they're going to be uber confused. Hahahaaaaa.
In your face school.
Oh yeah, this thing, Facebook graffiti is quite addicting. I can't stop making little doodles.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Today doesn't feel like a Tuesday. I don't know what day it should feel like... A Wednesday perhaps?
I've been into reading these short paragraph like blogs, that give little tidbits, but you're left fulfilled and not confused because the paragraph they do write is so good.
I'm thinking of tweaking my layout, but I have no idea where to start. I mean, I like my layout, I just feel like I want something new. Maybe something nature inspired, less white, more blue... a teal perhaps...
Onto more pressing news, BLUE STEEL IS BACK.
Monday, March 9, 2009
"So, guess what someone told me the other day?"
"Chapstick is the solution to every problem."
"Oh come on, we all know the only reason why their so uptight about their religion is because they're not allowed to wear chapstick, and in order to make everyone feel the pain of their desert chapped lips they decided to make everyone convert to their faith or die."
B: "And who told you this?"
"Some random person I know..."
B: "Maybe you should stop hanging out with these chain smokers."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Sunday, March 8, 2009
What to do.
I have no idea what I'm doing, nor what I should do for anything. I keep on hoping that maybe if I ask myself enough times WWJD someone will stop and knock some sense into me.
I'm tired of my peers. They always let me win, and whereas I like winning, I like learning lessons from losing. Maybe I'm just going temporarily insane. School has never been healthy for me.
FOR ONCE, DEAR PEERS, FELLOW ADOLESCENTS, LET ME BE WRONG.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Ok, so I totally admit to the fact that last night was a complete and epic failure.
First round: Karrenbrock. AKA Philip Hayes groupie. In Jacob's words, she treats debate like theatre. Also, she knows nothing about philosophy, or Rawl's Veil of Ignorance1 for that matter, but whatever. The only reason I lost to her was time constraints. I ran out of time, and she was a better actor than I.
Second round: Hayes. This was not cool, seeing as how I went aff2 twice in a row, but whatever. BTW, Philip Hayes is the kid that unfairly won the $150,000 scholarship. However, on my ballot the judge said that I held my own against him, but due to time constraints, I lost. I still think Philip is a douche, albeit a very convincing and talkative douche. Again, I HATE TIME CONSTRAINTS.
Third round: Some kid I could care less about. I swear he knew absolutely nothing about economics. He kept on trying to use Keynesian Economics3 to get his way in the round, but he knew nothing. This round was easily won, but I could care less. I just hate the fact that I lost to the above two.
Not to mention, the killer cramp I had throughout most of the event. I've never had as bad of a cramp before... BAHHH......
Oh well, not much I can do, but I know that I will spend this weekend looking up new Debate techniques. Dylan Smith4 pop quizzed me and I failed, and it was because Jacob didn't teach me well. This means I have to take my learning process in my own hands. Stupid.
1. Rawl's veil of ignorance, an excerpt via Wikipedia:
"no one knows his place in society, his class position or social status, nor does anyone know his fortune in the distribution of natural assets and abilities, his intelligence, strength, and the like. I shall even assume that the parties do not know their conceptions of the good or their special psychological propensities. The principles of justice are chosen behind a veil of ignorance."
2. Affirmative. Usually this doesn't happen, but there was a computer glitch.
3. Keynesian Economics is when you inject money into the economy to stimulate progress. This kid had no idea that you had to get the money from somewhere.
4. Dylan Smith is someone who has gone to Nationals before in Debate. He's really good.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
If only life were as easy as pie. Who on earth ever thought up the overused cliche phrase of "easy as pie"? Anyways, today was the elective fair at school, where kids showed up to get a preview of the different extracurricular classes they could take.
I represented the debate team (woot woot) and got to meet the soon to be freshman! Boy they were bright eyed and bushy tailed! I enjoyed the company of Josh and Jacob, and my fellow novice class.
We had a contest on who could recruit and bring over the most people, Josh kept the point system, and guess what? I WON. Suck that fellow novices! JK, everyone was awesome, and Miranda was exceptionally helpful!
The only part that made me angry was when this rude Jesus freak mom came up and was all like, "I don't want my kids arguing with me!!!" and I was just like, dude, hey this is not just arguing, this improves your speaking skills and critical analysis thinking. Oh well, I feel sorry for her kids.I decided that since Jacob is a senior, and is leaving soon for college and whatnot that I should write him a formal goodbye letter. Cheesy yes, but whatever. I could care less. Mostly it consists of how grateful I am for him teaching me all I know about debate, and how at times I hate him.
Also, all this week I have been acting like an incredible butt, and I now know why. Mother Nature came to visit me tonight. Of all the nights. HOW LOVELY. anyways, not much to report at home base. I feel as if I must write a rant on how Haiti is such an overlooked and sad country, but I don't want to torture you guys... until next week.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
First off, he decides to proclaim his feelings for me to the world, and every other creature that would lend an ear, then he flirts with me, and tries to go all cuddle monster on me, then a day later he decides to get moody, not talk to me, mumble a few incoherant cranky words, and then proceed to flirt with some one else right in front of me.
This boy needs to make up his mind because I'm tired of him wasting my time. I could care less, seeing as how I've lined myself up with a more respectable less moody man, but still. I'm tired. He's wasting my time. And he's getting harder to ignore.
So time has shown me (and by time I mean my past blog posts) that I have changed much as a person. My tastes alone have changed drastically. A while back (and I'm using the term "while" loosely) I posted a conversation between my friend B and I about what criteria a perfect guy for me would fall into. However, I have decided to elaborate even more, to accompany my changing taste.
Now, I again realize that the things I am about to list are virtually impossible, and most likely only exist in the minds of some seriously high-off-of-loooove authors, but I'm ok with that. Typing this out only serves to help me figure this out even further on my own. In fact, in a note I recently wrote to my friend Mary I listed the following criteria.
1. Hygiene. I don't care who you are, being clean and showering regularly is a must. No one likes a smelly partner, and studies show that it heightens the chances of being chosen because good hygiene is a sign of health. I'm not too picky when it comes to this area, but again I must reinstate: TAKE BATHS.
2. Being politically aware and even charged is also a plus. I don't like stupid guys, I will never like stupid guys, and not being aware of what's happening in your own country is just absurd. Now, I'm not expecting someone who knows the ins and outs of politics, I'm just looking for someone who knows what the current prominent issues are.
3. Greater than, or equal intelligence is something to seek also. I like learning, and as stated above, hate stupid guys. I've noticed that lately I've been gravitating towards guys who know how to uphold effortless conversations--- Where thought is involved, but everything runs smoothly. No awkward pauses. It's nice. So that's that. Smart guys: automatic +1
4. The patience to follow me to the ends of the earth when I want to save the world. Of all the stupid things I will probably ever do, going to Uganda, Southern Congo, Darfur, etc. on my own to bring aid to all the suffering children there will probably be at the top of the list. I would rather spend my vacation time helping dying and mistreated children than to be at a spa resort. I need a guy to keep me calm, while at the same time at my side attempting to save the world.
5. More patience to accompany my childish and selfish nature. Someone rational and sane would be nice.
6. Open Mind, Open Soul.
7. Last but not least, someone with arms that will keep me warm on cold and lonely nights.
So does this mythical being exist? Probably not, and as time goes on, more criteria will most likely accompany the above, making this wondrous creature known as the perfect guy even more unattainable.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
So my rage has blown over from yesterday, and other than some angry art pieces that came out of this, everything is pretty cool.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still walking on eggshells-- however, I'm not letting it get in the way of my life.
Again, my schedule is a bit packed. This Thursday I'm going to have to volunteer at the elective fair to promote Debate as a class, then Friday at around 2pm I'm going to have to do NTDA District for (omg what a surprise) Debate, which is a two day event, so my Saturday is yet again killed.
Also, I'm thinking about joining Teen Court. The thought of being an attorney for them is quite entertaining. Who knows, I might end up going down the ever corrupt Law road.
Oh well. I'm going to keep myself busy with my current art commission: Designing a t-shirt! Wearable art that I made! Who woulda thunk it?
Monday, March 2, 2009
Apparently my parents are furious at me for all the little things I do, like:
-Not stacking dishware right
-Putting a towel on the floor of the bathtub
-Making 1 C on my report card for the first time this year
-Being a teenager
-Not thinking, and appearing brain dead while at home, because school drains everything out of me
and for the above reasons they (being my father and stepmom) have threatened to move me back to my mother's house.
Honestly, I thought I was just being a normal teenager, in fact above normal. I take punishment, don't talk back 98% of the time, or for that matter yell, but I guess I'm not good enough.
What infuriates me even more is the fact that they wave something like my living situation in my face like this. It's not cool to do this to a teenager. I like knowing where I'm going to lay my head down at night. As for living with my mother till I'm 18, I don't think I'll be able to handle it, but whatever.
It just goes to show everyone what kind of patience my Dad has. It hurt when they told be that they were so angry at me that they considered making me move out this weekend, and I'm shocked because I've analyzed every bad thing I've ever done, and all I can come up with as of recently is just little stuff.
What adds even more salt to the festering wound is that they overlook every good thing I've ever done and just put more focus on the little mess ups. Whatever. Maybe I should move out, I have no idea at this point. All I know is that my Spring Break is being spent at my mom's house because the rest of my family could care less about my welfare.
If I get food poisoning it's totally their fault. Also, I'm re-considering college. Shocker right? No, I'm not planning on getting any help from my family. I'm going to get a job and support myself with grants/scholarships/loans and without a second thought and go to the college of my choice without my parents breathing down my neck.
It's times like these where I wish Monopoly money was real, and I could rely on myself for all of my needs.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
To start off, I have to say that I'm excited because apparently I made it quite far into the event. I made it do day three! However, I was soon cut after my first round. Oh well. Day to day run down:
Day 1 - LD and Student Congress:
My first two debates were ok, mostly because I think my first round was against a really cute guy who knew how to hold a conversation. I think he was the most effortless speaker I had ever met. Anyways, afterwords we walked and talked across the campus, until it was time for my second round against a girl who also knew how to hold conversation quite well. However, her arguments in the debate lacked logic, so I felt pretty confident in my winning.
Next up was Congress, which was a five hour ordeal. I ended up with the not so honorable Philip Hayes (google his name, something is bound to show up) and I basically ended up fighting him for as many speeches as possible. Oh man, I tried hard, but came up short with a total of five speeches on different legislation. Also, I think I suceeded in making the whole room laugh at my witty jokes.
The bus ride home was pretty scarring. It was ok, other than the fact that Jacob was messing with me the whole way home. Mr. Debate pres. needs to learn to keep an appropriate distance away from me. For reasons unknown to me, he kept on trying to lay his head on my lap, and I tried to make it as uncomfortable as possible.
Time arrived home: Around 10:30pm
Day 2, LD and Extemp Speaking:
Not much to say about this day, just a bunch of walking, talking, depression among those who didn't qualify for Nationals, and joy for those who did. Jacob, who is a senior didn't qualify, so of course anyone could understand his depression and soreness for not making it.
I felt bad for him, so I made no objections when he wanted to sit in the back of the van with me, and other than him trying to steal my blanket and trying, and sort of succeeding in laying his head on my lap, it was ok.
Time arrived home: somewhere around 11pm
Day 3 Finals:
The events aren't worth speaking about, other than in all of Josh and Mary's rounds that I watched Josh served as an insane madman with the logic and intellect to match that of doctor House.
You can imagine the thoughts running through my head. His wit and sharpness is something that will probably never be matched.
Then afterwords we (myself, Mary, Josh, Josh's mom) celebrated, ate Mexican food, and hoped not to get sick. Even in Texas one must be wary of Mexican Food. The meal was accompanied my light and amusing coversation. Who could ask for more? Not me.
Then Mary took me to my grandparents house so I could Chill and Relax.
Time arrived at appointed destination: maybe 3pm, I have no idea.
All in all, it was a long sort of weekend. The only day I have left is today, which is Sunday, the end of the weekend. Bah.