Summer Crap

Summer is here. I can feel it, taste it, smell it, hear it, and I'm listening to it now. And yet I still have school. Summer and school mix in the way that cologne and the aroma of steaming dog crap do. Not very well. I can also define summer by the lack of willpower to do any and all things academic. My need for outside activity increases and my ability to listen to old people talk for five hours a day freakin' disintegrates. I have become quite proficient in looking very attentive while thinking about something else entirely. I categorize it with the "find a happy place" mentality. I do it all the time in Geometry. It's gotten to the point where I sometimes forget to blink and my eyes water so that my teacher notices. Right now I'm on complete restriction. I'm talkin' everything non-academic and non church related restriction until my room is immaculately clean. Which is why this post was originally written on this nifty little notebook that Jeremy gave me over winter retreat. Thanks Jeremy. I will update this post during lunch -now that Big Jim has given us our quad privileges back, I go out and start a game of Ultimate Frisbee (It's really just called ultimate... But I feel weird calling anything "ultimate")

That is where the notebook entry left off. I must have gotten distracted by something in my room while I was writing it, because it ends very abruptly. Anyway, I have three exams to take and the subjects all end in Y. Geometry, Biology, History. I wish they could end in Q instead. That would be awesome (I'd never have to take any). But, if there was a course in college I wanted to take like.. umm, well nevermind. But if there happened to be a course in college that ended in Q, then I'd really have to want to take it cause then I'd have to take the exam. No matter what. Theoretically of course.

Ever since I got into this whole Frisbee craze, people have thought it a bit strange, telling me I'm obsessed, or that I'm a freakin' Frisbee fanatic. It must not be cool to be obsessed, otherwise these people wouldn't have told me that. I suppose there are worse things I could be obsessed with like drugs, or beer, or alcohol, or nicotine, or sex, or diet carbonated beverages, or terrorism, or saying curse words in front of my grandmother. So, as long as I'm obsessed with something like Frisbee, I guess I'm doing okay.

You know, taken you of context, Nicotine kinda sounds like something you would name your dog. It's sort of a cross between nicholas and constantine, not that anyone would name their dog constantine unless they were A, a history teacher or B, obsessed with Keanu Reeves. Then they would have a dog named Neo also.

Alrighty then, I've got to go.

peace