June 5, 2000 — The sun never sets where I want it to

Defining moment of the day: watching the sun set at a dingy bus terminal in Kanata.

That said, here we go. Morning was stupid, as per usual. The big bonus was that during English we got a 30 minute break to clean out our lockers. What a joke; a bunch of 18 year old missing class to take down stickers. I'm not complaining about missing class -- I'm all about missing class -- but it wasn't even for a vaguely credible reason.

In algebra I found that missing four classes last week had put me a bit behind. So I signed yearbooks and did my four questions for the final review that she demanded be done for Friday. At least that's over with.

At lunch I got Scott Rate, everyone's favourite grade twelve, to sign my yearbook above a picture of him on the marine biology trip in which it looks like he is reciting Shakespeare. I insisted that he write something deep; his comments read: "You say I'm as fat as a whale? Well what does that make you? Oh... I see."

In physics class we got to watch a video called "The Invisible World" in which time-ellapsed movies of things decomposing and bullets going through apples are shown over and over. While I got my normal thrill out of watching things blow up in slow motion (you'd think a few near-death experiences with bombs and home-made bazookas would get it out of my system, but apparently not), I think I managed to make the class think I'm all the more psychotic with comments about wanting to see the photographer's son mature over the years using this technique. Although I was more lewd about it in class.

I got to hear more details about prom throughout the day; Dave and Jess said they were looking for my dinghy with its molotov cocktail cargo to liberate them from the hell that was boat cruise (hyperboles my own), and I got to hear about various people who'd never had alcohol before getting plastered. It makes a boy proud.

Oh, speaking of my thinly-veiled loathing of drugs and alcohol, I got my first glares from the drug dealer types at school over my "smoking sucks" shirt. Looks like I lost a few friends; shucks, eh?

Since I don't know what to do with the "Listen" section of the site, I'm just going to fill it with random stuff. Photography, writing, art, whatever. First item: I'm going to ask about a dozen people tomorrow to do whatever they want with a single PostIt note; then I'll scan them all and upload them to the section. It should be interesting enough. Maybe. Hopefully.

And finally, bad news for Nate Dogg: his sister sold him out and told a certain grade 10 that he thinks she's "the prettiest girl in school." You heard it here first, folks. Heh.

I'm going to start writing down things I think to write about in my journal over the course of the day, since I always am sitting in class or on a bus and I think of something that would be fun to write about here, but by the time I get around to actually writing my journal I just want to go to bed and I've forgotten everything. I'm a bit of a retard.