Stalkers

Yesterday made me feel it was summer.


I went to a PC barbecue and ate hot dogz and hamburgerz. We did things I never do. We played basketball (everyone vs. Katie), told jokes from Popsicle sticks, and watched scary movies. We even had smores! With the fire! It was great. The perfect post-goodbye party.




Anyways, after the BBQ I went to school to get my books and it was about 9:00. So I am at the red light at Pierre, dazed, and this care honks at me. I start driving and the car follows me. I get really freaked out. I start speeding and making all these crazy lane changes because they were right on me. Finally I lose them and I drive around. So I go home when the coast is clear and set my stuff down. All of a sudden, my phone rings and Lauren calls me. I tell her the entire story. Turns out Lauren, Chris, Trisha, and Nick were my deranged stalkers.

What a night!

I have so much.



Friends, grades, EIC, PC. I am so fortunate.
God! Very fortunate!


Right now, life is Great. Almost ridiculously Great.

Self-help Book Great.

I accept the impossible, I see the glass half full.

Later, life can be miserable. Rejections, fights, stress.
But that shouldn't faze me. Today is Great.

IC: 2008

I saw the yearbook tonight. It was amazing. Bright, bold, beautiful. I hope everyone else likes it.






And fyi, my photos weren't pixelated. As a had dreamed.

Cool/Not Cool

Cool: ditching school
Not Cool: listening to Clay Aiken for 2 hours

AP's

Goodbye test prep books, the numbers 1-5, free response!

See you in July.

"The Real World"

You sit in the corner of the room leaned back in your leather chair, sipping your pretentious, corporate coffee.

"I don't think you will be able to handle it...Let this be a lesson for the real world."

What the fuck is this "real world" you know of?
Raised in Orange. Schooled at UCLA. Taught at Walnut.

You couldn't be farther from real.

Why do you belittle your students. We aren't that fucking naive. We know that life isn't easy and all that shit. Stop shoving it down our throats.

And anyways, why couldn't I handle it? They don't just give this to anyone. And how do you fucking know? You know nothing about me. Yes, I am a shy white boy in your English class...but I am a complete opposite everywhere else.

I go 50mph in residential areas.
I listen to rap.
I ran a marathon.

Do you know that? How can you judge?

So please; when you are sipping your coffee, shopping online at H&M, reading crap like Eckhart Tolle remember this: you do not know everything. And if I asked for your guidance, I would have. So why don't you get a life and stop prying in to my life, my problems?