June 12, 2000 — Shyness can stop you

Today was depressing. Not because it was a bad day or anything; it just feels like I completely wasted eight hours of my life and wasted countless opportunities to give myself less to complain about. I guess that that happens most days, but it seemed worse today. I'm not sure why.

Anyways. I drove to school again today because I hate the bus enough to not want to take it anymore. Plus, if I have spare last, I can go home early. I didn't today, which was a definitely kick in the pants, especially considering I'd mistakenly planned to go home at 1:40PM. But I'll live.

A kid in TAG class gave me some lip with a comment making fun of my car. I know that if I were in his grade I'd have a hard time dealing with him and he'd try to intimidate me, but I think I'm over that at this point.

English class was a nightmare. For some reason we went over Grapes of Wrath again even though we've been done the book for months. I wanted to explode. I remember all of it fine, and I don't see why the kids who don't remember can't look through their binders on their own time. Yes, I'm an asshole. But fuck, I just wanted to sign Jerry's yearbook and call it a day.

Math class was equally brutal. I just signed more yearbooks and looked pissed off.

Lunch was fun. I guess. I didn't abandon the lunchroom as soon as I'd finished eating in the manner I'm so fond of, and I survived. Nathan was showing off his prom pictures, which I'm blissfully absent from.

Spare and physics were tedious but bearable. I got a lot more PostIt note art over the course of the day; Jess forgot hers at home, and Scott Rate had his vandalized and has promised to do his tomorrow, but other than that I've enough, I think.

Mr. MacDonald was worried after having given me a PostIt on Thursday that with the incident at St. Paul's High School fresh in everyone's minds (in which a kid was suspended for having a vaguely anti-school Web site) that I might be doing the same and that he might get in trouble. Hmm. Today's contributions to the PostIt note project include Matt's drawing of me unconscious on the floor after upgauging my ears, a girly-hand portrait by Dave, and a "Greg likes Tiffany!" note from Laura. Little did she know I was singing Tiffany to my OA physics class just minutes earlier, so I'm hardly a closet Tiffany fan. Heh.

I didn't get to take any pictures of the grad prank since it had been cleaned up before anyone got to school. I was very disappointed. After that I had hoped to take pictures of kids at school, but I'm always too shy to do that, so I just... don't. I was thinking of ways to use the film now that I know I won't have the nerve to take pictures of people at school, and I decided that after the PostIt note extravaganza, the next anti-greg feature would be "Retarded graffiti from the Ottawa region," which would basically be the Vice "Don'ts" section with graffiti and tagging instead of badly-dressed French people. It's not as though I have something against graffiti, but there are some really stupid and generally unartistic people that do it in ottawa that I'm sure I could make fun of in a vaguely witty manner.

That's about it. I took a break from 80s pop music and have been listening to old Bad Religion songs about fighting the power and such. Kind of depressing, since I'm too lazy to fight.