Jesus christ.

I had to. I'm sorry. Girl moment.

“You guys should take your shirts off and wrestle.”

Today in Spanish second hour, (yea, I actually went.. again!) the sophomores were talking about getting their permits. It made me think back to my days as a student driver a whole four months ago, when I had George (though his name could have been Rufino or Steven. I honestly don’t even remember), The Ex-Cop Driver Instructor. He was nice enough to me because he thought I was a good Christian child and I never bothered to correct him. I didn’t need any hatin’ going down while I was on the I-17 for the first time. He told me stories about the other kids he was teaching while I drove him around the state. George told me many times that the worse drivers were those “African kids”. He constantly brought up those “kids from Africa” and what apparently, absolutely terrible drivers they were.

“Yea, those damned African kids…” he tsked and shook his head. “They want the windows down and their music loud. ‘MUSIC’,” he used air quotes. “Feet out the windows too.” He looked off into space and it was then that I understood.

Sure, it took me about two hours to realize that he meant BLACK kids in general. Not kids from the country Africa. But for those two hours, I just thought Phoenix had an amazing amount of African exchange students who didn’t care to learn the rules of the road. I guess I should have gotten it before the thing about the music though because at one point he also said, “I always have to check the African kids for guns.”

“Oh.. why?” I asked innocently, “They don’t really have to hunt here.. or anything..” I was just trying to make conversation and didn’t really understand why he was telling me all of this. “I mean, they have supermarkets here,” I knew that not all African children hunted for their food, but I was taking from what I saw on the Science Channel. George just laughed at me. I guess he thought I was trying to make a joke, but in all honesty, I just didn’t understand. I was completely uninterested in the conversation and just trying to make small talk. That guy was boring.. and apparently extremely racist.

The rest of my day was ok. All of my senior friends are leaving though, so that’s sad. I can’t believe it’s the end of the year already. It went by so fast. The ending was always in sight though. We all saw it coming. Sure, we tried to distract ourselves in December with outings to Kierland and deny how close we were to the beginning of the end by saying things like “No, I have a lot of time to take the SATs. I’m ok.” But now, here it is. Time to start thinking about leaving. Its just insane to think that next year.. I’m the senior. I am going to be gone. Although, probably not considering how attached I am to my family. PVCC here I come. I’ll most likely be living at home until I’m 85.

I can’t believe how nostalgic I’m getting here. I’m acting like Andrew. Next thing you know I’ll list all of my friend’s names on the side of my blog just in case they ever want to Google me or something. Also, I’m upset because I look better in blue than yellow.. in fact, I don’t think I have anything that’s yellow... I’ll have to get something because it’s a rule that all seniors have school spirit.

In Peers class we’re watching Top Gun. Let me tell you that’s the best movie in the whole entire world. Tom Cruise flexing while checking his watch in the shirtless volleyball scene. It doesn’t get any better than that. The whole movie is hot. Even the scenes where they are shooting up planes. Sexy. Val Kilmer before he was a nobody. Sexy. Although, I noticed in the sex scenes that Tom Cruise is like.. licking that blonde chick’s face. That was sort of weird, but if I was having sex with Tom Cruise and he wanted to lick my face, I’d let him. Because its Tom Cruise. And Tom Cruise is sexy.


Quote of the day:
“Casey likes to see their hearts beating against their chest.”
-- me commenting on how anyone over a size two is a fat girl in Casey’s book.

“Porn. In American History.”

I am obligated as his campaign manager.


His name is Casey Ford, and he approved this message.

Quote of the day:
“They DO have rainbows in Bosnia!”
-- Anita again

“What? Do you just carry toothpicks around with you?”

So nothing against Mondays or anything, but they are not my favorite day. Its not really their fault, they didn’t choose their position. I mean, if Fridays happened to be where Mondays are during the week, then I’d probably hate them too. Mondays serve no other purpose than to suck the fun out of memories from the previous weekend. Sitting through a ridiculously boring Spanish class banishes anything good that may have happened between 2:01 Friday afternoon and 7:30 that Monday because you’re stuck trying to conjugate words in the simple future tense.

Is this even making sense? I’m way overtired.

Today was not unlike any other day at North Canyon High School for the Boring and Emotionally Retarded.

Peers class is amazingly long now that Mrs. Henzel is gone. She finally had her baby. Congratulations if you’re reading this. We all miss you in that class. Really.

Our substitute in Peers is nice and everything, but she’s quiet as a mouse and just about as big too. She looks like a seven year old, but with larger hair. Actually, she kind of reminds me of my Aunt Marilyn…

American History is slightly less terrifying now that the AP test is over and we don’t actually have to learn anything in that class. I quite enjoyed the free time today. We’re in the library tomorrow however so that we can do our last project. Mine is going to be an autobiographical movie, meaning no research is really required. So cool, that means I can do my geology homework during third hour. Score.

I spent my math hour reapplying my make up. During the course of the year in that class I’ve learned that a person can swallow about a teaspoon of lip-gloss at one time before feeling absolutely sick. So see, the year wasn’t a total waste.

“The Gang” and I went out to lunch again today. Our newfound off campus ritual makes the day seem a lot brighter. Also, I didn’t realize that there was sun between the hours of 8 and 2 pm. Why doesn’t our school have windows? That really bothers me.

Saw the Paris and Nikki-Kate-Mary Olsen movie this weekend. Twice.
Don’t ask.
It wasn’t good enough to see it twice. And unless you’re a boy, it wasn’t really good enough to see it once. I mean, they’re cute and everything, but wait until it comes out on video. Don’t waste money on a ticket. Go see Mean Girls again instead.

Alright, I’m too tired to make this cool or witty or anything of that nature.

Quote of the day:
“In my country, we don’t talk to our kids. We just get the baseball bats and beat the shit out of them!”
-- Anita the other day in American History. She’s from Bosnia.

“So I’m the fat, short lamp?”

So I’ve spent probably, oh, 20 hours total studying for this AP history test. I suppose that makes up for the 20 classes or so I’ve probably missed this year either because I was absent or because I flat out wasn’t paying attention.

The test sucked.

It was really awful.

And why was Jason “Neo Nazi” Blumburg done with two hours to spare?
What was THAT about?

That is all so far. I’ll blog more later.

As for now I must go for Thomas and, StephanieBrown, and I are going on some sort of a journey.

To be continued… (maybe with a quote of the day)

Oh yea and vote Casey Ford for Dem Club president. All the cool kids are doin' it. And I'm not just saying that because I'm his campaign manager.