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(originally posted on 21st)

And for once I'm not going to cry about it. I have to say I believe I've officially conquered this Depression thing. And replaced it with an antisocial thing.

Anyway.

There's prestory to my day. My bad day actually starts yesterday.

Yesterday, Writer's Workshop assigned us a video project. In the same day, they told us to draw up a storyboard. I don't know how the hell they planned on turning English into a Multimedia class, nor do I know how they expected people to instantaneously puke out a storyboard in 20 minutes to be due at the end of the period(which, incidentally, was in 20 minutes at that point). I really hope they don't plan on seeing video that look anything like the storyboards, because I know mine isn't.

So we were put into groups of two. ANd instead of the group getting one grade like this other project I'm doing(mor eon that later) it's individual grades. So if you do all th ework you get a hundred while the lazy bum gets a zero.
As much as I'd like my lazy bum partner to get a zero, I'm not that mean(outwardly...) so I decide I really do have to split the work up, although I'm used to doing all this video production stuff by myself.

The English class is encouraging us to take other movies/pictures, split them up, and them re-put them together for a new video(Or the other alternative: taping our own s**t).

So I say, "Okay, I'm going to rip this DVDs. And Evan, you get the DVDs so you do something for the project". OMG the blasphemous s**t he(Evan) came up with:
1. I don't have enough money/reimburse me
2. My dad's got meetings, I can't go to the store
3. It'll be easier if YOU get it.
4. I don't know what movies to get

Yeah okay whatever, so I get the movies. And since I've never seen this movies, or haven't seen them in a long time, I have to watch them all over again to see what parts of them I need to rip(because I sure as hell am not ripping the entire ******** movies).

First is COnstantine. I saw that one recently and I only wanted Gabriel's dialogue, so I zipped through that movie quickly(although I indulged and watched the 20+ deleted scenes and totally awesome alternate ending that I would've preferred).

Next is Roots. It's a miniseries about slavery. I start watching it. It's as boring as hell. It's an african guy going through manhood training. Interesting for 30 minutes. Not one hour. It isn't through episode one yet. My dad goes, "Hih, this must be an extended version. In the one on TV he was on the boat in 30 minutes."

GREAT. Just ********... GREAT. I get the super-long-extended-watch-until-you-die-of-BOREDOM edition.
Eac episode is about two hours long. And they are all grueling.
I am only on episode three. that took up my whole night. All for a dumb English project. I hate myself.

In BPE(Physical education and Health in one class) we have a prject divided between three people, where no matter what the group gets one grade. Meaning someone can slack off and get away with it. The only way you can punish the slacking off person is if YOU get the low grade, too.
Guess who got a slacking off person? DING!
So we have two weeks to do these projects, and two days in the media center. Two days Tyler and I are working on our parts of the project. I periodically go over to ANdrew to tell him to tell us his plan. He says go away and every time I see him he's doing something not related to the project. At one point, he was looking at colleges. Well. Atleast he wasn't playing games.

So the school-fitted time for the project is over and now we have to do it on our own time. I go to Andrew three times. "If you're not going to do it, just tell me, so I can do it!" and he keeps saying "I will do it, I will do it." The day the projects are due we don't present(by some rare edge of luck) and I tell Andrew he better get his s**t together because Tyler nor I are going to do his part and WE can take the bad grade.

He says he'll do it, we arrange for a meeting tomorrow morning(this morning) before first period starts so he can give me his information and I can put it in the powerpoint.

So that is the before story.

So today, I wake up early, I told my parents I had to go to school early, too. I am downstairs and ready at 8:10am(we live 10 minutes away, about, and I need ot be there before 8:35). I have no first period, that's why it's early for me. Being senior and graduating early and that jazz. Anyway.

I don't drive. I don't like doing it. So I rely on my parents. My mom is daudling around, cleaning the kitchen. Finally, I say "I have to be there by a certain time, we have to go NOW" one minute later, "Okay, get in the truck." I open the garage door and my brother's red hot 300zx is parked in the back of the truck, so we can't pull out.

"B's car is there." My mom asks my dad if we can use his car. No. Wake up B. Make him move the car. Takes 3 minutes. Making good time here, we may have a chance.

More daudling. Coffee, pets, kitchen.. lalalala... "We have to go NOW!"
"Okay okay". 2 minutes later we finally go.

I walk in the school and the bell for first period to begin rings. "Hoshite!" I say. Well, it just started, maybe the door's still open.

The tardy master person is like "Do you have a pass?"
ANd I say "I don't have a first period"(I swear to god that was IT, no smartmouthing or mumbling or ANYTHING) someone walked by(administrator) and said "S/he has minimum morning"(official term for it) and the tardy policeman says "Well you could've just said that and not given me that nasty attitude about it" to me.

WTF DID I SAY?! I was EXPLAINING my lack of a pass. This is a SMART ATTITUDE?
EXCUSE MY LACK OF KNOWING THIS.

I sign in and run to Andrew's classroom door. It is closed. I kick the wall. Go to the media center to try and expand the powerpoint anyway. One hour and forty five minutes later (we are on block scheduling) second period starts and I go to my English class.

There, the media center "specialist" "teaches" us how to use Windows MovikeMaker. The catch? She has no idea how to use it!
Read all about that debacle here.

Third Period is BPE. I told Andrew what happened. He laughed at me. Whatever. He had to recite his whole part from memory, because this time, low and behold he ACTUALLY DID IT. But he couldn't remember anything he wrote on my pen drive. You should've seen him shaking. I don't know what are grade is, but I'd be surprised if we passed. I don't care, though. Andrew's entire embarrassment infront of the class with his shaking hand and his "Uhhhs" and "oh god"s were worth it.
b*****d.

Then, we ran three laps around the school(don't know why we didn't do the usual two miles) and after that played basketball. I wasn't playing because I was agitated and bored, so I was sitting petting the teacher's dog. Then Tyler(irony) throws the basketball and it lands straight on my head, and bounces somewhere else.
It didn't hurt, but everyone was like "are you ok" and then one coach remarked I should try out for the soccer team. I was kicking myself because I wasn't watching. Usually I am attentive to these things. Usually I know everything that is going around me. I am usually that cool guy who, when not looking, can catch the piece of food thrown at his face. Kendo taught me that. But I guess since I don't take it nor practice it anymore the attentiveness went away.

I remember thinking if it was needful or not since people were so stupid these days; not coniving or murderous, so I didn't have to be cautious. What an idiot I am. I guess I'll stop spacing off and practice kattas once more.

Fourth period is law enforcement. Lots of stupid s**t there, always is. This guy from LA (cali) and this other skinny coker kid always get in fights. The LA guy is one of those stupid black people who jumps at the smallest things as if you punched him in the face. One day, a kid accidentally stepped on the guy's hoodie that was in the middle of the floor. The LA guy got up and started harrassing the kid going "DO THAT AGAIN, DO THAT AGAIN" and how his property shouldn't be touched.

Today LA guy and the Skinny guy were ducking about.. ipods or kicking.. or something. I wasn't really paying attention. You know. Head injury. But this stupid LA guy is so ferorcious. He'll start shoving you but he's smart. He doesn't do anything more violent than shoving and trying to provoke you. I'm afraid of the guy.

Not because he shoves people, but because he's such a light fuse, and that he provokes. It wasn't even my problem and I was ready to punch both of them in the ******** face. I can't risk getting suspended in my last month and a half of school.

Anyway, we watched CSI in between that. It was the midget murder episode.

After that I went home and got hassled by my parents about s**t that I don't remember.
Oh, I bought aswitchblade today. And a Scanner. Interesting combination.

Anyway, I think I'm sick. I'm wallowing in my own two-week old sweat and piss reek because I never wash myself, and while I hate how bad underwear smells(and am surprised no one has said anything about it) I can't bring myself to wash myself because I'm just that dumb. Or lazy.

Thank god the internet doesn't come with smellovision, huh? You'd probably die.
Anyway, my family had the flu a week a go and I'm pretty sure I have it now. Which sucks because you know, I still have to watch five more hours of the superlong version of Roots, rip it, burn it, and edit it on MiveMaker at school.

As well as finish that Photoshop of Dragnus I've been putting off. It would only take like two minutes to finish it. I even have Photoshop open right now. Damn procrastination.

Had a bad day again
She said I would not understand
She left a note and said, "I'm sorry I
had a bad day again"

She spilled her coffee, broke her shoelace
Smeared the lipstick on her face
Slammed the door and said, "I'm sorry I
had a bad day again"

And she swears there's nothing wrong
I hear her playing that same old song
She puts me off and puts me on

And had a bad day again
She said I would not understand
Left a note and said, "I'm sorry I
had a bad day again"

No...

And she swears there's nothing wrong
I hear her playing that same old song
She puts me off and puts me on

Oh and had a bad day again
She said I would not understand
She left a note and said, "I'm sorry I
had a bad day...again"

She left a note and said, "I'm sorry I
had a bad day..."

The thing that makes this bad day a good day is the fact that I didn't cry or blow up on anybody. This depression thing is down. It's got no shackles on me.