4:50 rings the bell, as the alarm clock sounds my awakening... sort of. i wrestle with myself for half an hour, snoring the uphills and downhills of an uneasy cycle of wake and sleep as the i constantly rehit my snooze button. jesus fucking christ, sleep is fucking crack.

after eating a bowl of spagetti and a krispy kreme donut for breakfast, i wade in the pre-water of time before i have to leave for school, listening to my current favorite music album (which happens to be the new cult list of sing-alongs for the few who know), weezer's pinkerton. the 10 songs on that album give me the urge to just LOVE GIRLS. it also makes me, more than ever, to want to have a band of my own, or to be part of a band, or to serve drinks to a band during their practice sessions. weezer is one of the bands of our time, which we ALL have to see live.

i'm not a rockstar, i'm a fucking groupie!

so i leave for school, and i get to zero period. ms. dosch finally realizes the predicament i've set up, by me using other people's violins and music and such. oh well.

FIRST PERIOD IS FUCKING GAY, yo! it's like we're mining empty salt mines, for kim and i. whatever that means.

second period, mr. day gets pissed for different reasons, although i credit myself as a contributor to his bottled-up fury. it's unusual for mr. day to get mad, which i think is because his wife gives him lots of love and sex at home. oh leota!

during break, i get a double attack of happiness. first, amy returns my rockstar sunglasses, which i'd thought i'd left in muckerheide's classroom, last thursday. oh contrare, roger had them the whole time, and as a "clever" gesture to get amy all up in my business, he told her to return the glasses to me. good job rj, you silly ball of hip hop omnimity. after i get my glasses back, i meander over to the lost and found, located in the athletics finance office, to see if my precious retainer was ever brought to be claimed by its rightful owner. and, by the grace of god, MY RETAINER IS IN THE LOST AND FOUND.

RECOVERY OF A LOST ITEM, LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER!!!

third period, joy of my lost retainer consumes my heart.

during lunch, rey and i try to write the dialogue interaction of a nurse and a patient, in spanish. hah.

fourth period, it turns out we don't have to present our spanish play, but me and rey still be sick, like playas, yo!

fifth period, we go to the computer labs. ms. mccray discovers that i don't have an internet card, and winmill vouches for me getting on the internet at rhs in the eighth grade, so i spend half an hour searching for my internet permission form through hundreds of papers. ms. mccray calls me sweetie. WHAT THE FUCK.

sixth period, ms. anderson individually calls the juvenille deliquents to the backroom, to talk about our behavior last thursday. naturally, anthony, tyree, roger, brian, and i are called back. my interrogation goes easily, until i see mitchell jumping up and down behind ms. anderson from behind the door window. i try to suppress a hysterical laugh the whole time i'm in there, but it's hard. ms. anderson says that anthony brings an irresponsible energy out of me. while she says this, i'm thinking to myself, "what the fuck; AND LINDA HOANG DOESN'T???"

recycling afterschool with amy is something i look forward to everyday, but after today's experience, i don't care who i'm recycling with, if i have to be a fucking mule for heavy newspapers that have to be dragged from one end of the school, to the other (we couldn't use the red doors today, because the school is gay, and because there was some construction being done, or something. we made two trips, because the first load was so goddamn cumbersome. alan bautista tagged along, which made three's company all the more my reality). hopefully, i'll have better times with amy and recycling.

during xc practice, larry and i run as slow as sloths, trailing behind everyone. we finally catch up with some of the girl runners that are with ms. o'roarty, who are stretching in the middle of the path, and we slowly cut through their pack as ms. o looks at us as if we're wearing furry green bear costumes. we turn around and run with rommel, and we proceed to get faster and faster. we finally reach towards the end, and with whatever crazy light sent from above, i feel like i'm smashing. of course, i'm not really going that fast compared to good runners, but the feeling is still satisfyingly splendid. while stretching and waiting for everyone to return, gabriel and linda argue and discuss the points of the "lesbianism" of our group of girl friends. of course, the conversation seems trite and pointless, but i listen in anyway. all of a sudden, linda looks at me and calls me "gay." it has got to have been the coolest things i've ever heard. linda is so ka-yute! she even tells me that i can call her a lesbian back, but i decline. of course, gabriel continues to drive the topic farther, which is utterly gay, and then i learn that gabriel goes out with that freshman girl, who is sort of tomboyish, and plays on the rhs soccer team. weird!

"a.a. used cox," says winmill.

mustafa and i wait for the bus. mustafa tells his most amazing and weird bus stop stories, which are pretty goddamn amazing and weird. one of the characters of his stories is a drunk black man who rides a bicycle, whom happens to be a real person who is actually standing next to us drinking as he drinks his afterwork beer. "it's been a hard day at work," the drunk bicycler exclaims. we just laugh.

i get home, and i eat pizza from the freezer!