I may have to start using an alarm.

I awake in my floor-mattress. I have no idea what time it is. Why? Because I don't use an alarm, now SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP. I'm trying to tell a story here.
I quickly sit up and glance outside, to see if it is bright enough to be past 8:00, for i have class block 1. Shit. No, wait, it's ok, there's still hope. I'm not perfect at judging that kind of thing with daylight. I fumble through my shithole room and finally find my cell phone. 8:28. SHIT.

This was the second, no, third time this month that I've done this with precal first block on Monday. And what's worse, this is the test day. Shitshitshit...fuck. Well, it's not like I was going to freaking walk in to a test thirty minutes late. So i got dressed, packed my backpack, had some hot sex with your mother, and made my way over. While waiting for the bell to ring, awkwardly standing outside the class door, attempting to make apologetic eye contact with Bart, I was lucky enough to get some sympathy from dr.Koopon. He too agreed that perhaps I need to start doing that alarm thingy again.

Surprisingly, the rest of my day was pretty good. I got the test over with in block 4, although, I probably did not so good. And i did the four year club thing, which made me feel cool AND superior, I got a pats hat from my dad, my bio class got cancelled, and i went on a nice run. I feel like letting stuff go just makes for a better day. Well I gotta go shower.

So, for the record, me sleeping through classes- bad; me sleeping with your mom good. Oh yeah, and the alarm thing that too.

5000, G, we outta here
Peace.. nothing but peace and unity.. sin love and no fighting war in da middle eas'

Oh boy! Substance abuse!

So I believe JZ has officially called this upcoming midwinter break substance abuse weekend. That's fine with me.
There was once a time in Anne's life when she was one of the nicest people around. She did the right thing, defending kids from bullying even at the expense of her own popularity, she worked hard, was a disciplined fighter in Tae Kwon Do, and swore never to do drugs or alcohol. Never. Anne did not think that this would ever be a problem, since she assumed she would stay the same as she was when she was 12 for her whole life.
Then Anne's parent's sent Anne to boarding school. Anne experienced an ethical meltdown as she realized that she was actually as interesting and special as a wet carrot, and saw her brother go into a three year tobacco "experiment." She saw that sometimes life is boring and dull, especially if you live at a boarding school in February.
But fear not, for she, Pilot Power Master Steel Crush Helecyrus Anne Razorclaw Cerebros Hoyt, did not become emo, or buy into the belief that "life sucks and then you die." No. But she did finally realize that "expecting life to treat you fairly because you are a good person is like expecting the bull not to charge because you are a vegitarian."
So Anne now believes that while one should not be selfish and reckless, it's not the worst thing in the world to have a few drinks and smoke pot every once in a while.

Also, if she spends another two weeks without doing something really fun, she is going to quit school. Or go crazy. Or both. Or shout, "ARIBA" and dance around a sombrero. Or all three.

ooo.. Here's a poetic and relevent piece of verse... about... weed..

I smoke two joints in times of peace
And two in times of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints
And then I smoke two more.

Senioritis. It's fun. Especially the drop in gra-holyshitwhatthefuck.

So I AM BACK ON THE BLOG.

89.6 is my grade for
a. Fall Term
b. Winter midterm


BOTH.

Yes, despite my new-found complete lack of motivation, I still managed to pull an 89 out of my ass. How? I have no mutherfucking idea. Honestly, after working my ass off all fall and not getting summus, I was disappointed, for I knew I would never keep my grades that high again. And yet somehow after no working (well, at least much less) for this midterm, I have the exact same grades. Maybe it's just that my brain doesn't work as well when I'm stressed. Or maybe happiness makes me smarter. Who knows? Maybe God. If She exists. That's not the point. Anyway.

So senioritis really is quite awesome. I can't remember feeling this awesome for a long time, maybe never. It just all feels so chilled out. The wind doesn't seem very cold. I walk places slower, and don't need to be listening to music to enjoy being out in the frigid winter anymore. I felt this a bit during the fall. It's the pleasure of raw feelings- the heat while I was running, the cold water while I was swimming in the farmington, even the way my shorts stuck to my legs after swimming- something which used to annoy me. When I go through these phases, I tend to get a lot less picky. I sleep happily in my mattress on the floor with no sheets, I notice how nice my t shirt an PJ's feel as they hang on my skin loosely. My life requires a bike, my school work to do, clothes, a bit of free time, and not much else.
It's hard to do this in the winter. I don't think I've ever done it before, at least. But now that it all doesn't really matter, everything seems better. Now that there's no more xc to worry about, it's actually easier to get out and run like 5 or 6 times a week. I've even made up with Randi and all, and all my friendships seem to be going fine, and I'm so stoked for long weekend.

In short, life's awesome. I kinda wish I had stressed out less earlier as well, but hey, right now's what matters.

yay life!