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Saturday after brunch I went camping. Jake, Gretchen, Eliot, Hannah, Julianna, Mariah, Jon, Kato, and I. We walked out to Big Bateau and set up camp in the early afternoon and spend the rest of the day exploring. As soon as night fell we were cooking our supper (pasta and hot dogs) and playing Ultimate Frisbee in the dark. Julianna got hit in the face. She has a bruise. It looks funny. Laugh at her. Around ten, we went to bed. It was cold. I woke up in the morning to the sounds of a fire outside my tent and walked (ran) over to warm up. After a few hours of procrastination, we tore down the tents, packet up the tarps, and headed back to campus. There was more to it than that, but this post is going to be a long one so I’ll spare myself the agony of typing up every little detail.

Monday afternoon was the only home track meet of the year. It was, beyond any shadow of a doubt, amazing. I ran a 2:19.96 half-mile – not particularly good, but good enough for a runner who dislikes everything but the 3200 run. The only problem with it was that it was part of a relay. If I’d run a 2:19.50, I’d have beaten the other runner at the finish and our team would have won. Whatever, man. The two-mile is the run that really put this meet over the top. Like I said, I enjoy the distance run. Cross Country’s 5k run, the 3200m track run, maybe even a marathon one day. This is my element. I’m not great. Not by anyone’s standards. I’d like to say I’m good, though. I didn’t work hard in XC at all and I regret it now – my best time was a 19:15. For me to come close to winning the race, I need to cut off at least two minutes. In track, though, I’m doing better. I ran an 11:27 on Monday. 22 seconds off my previous record. Nice. Running two miles, this equates to an average speed of 10.48miles per hour. Or 16.77km/h for those metric people out there. Pretty intense, man. [[You know what else is intense? Camping. It’s in tents.]]

Anyway, the race was amazing. I was seeded in third place at 11:50, but from the start something felt different. I was running too fast, but felt that I was running too slow. So I stayed with Cole, the runner from Conserve in first who I knew I should be behind. By the last lap, I’d fallen behind Cole by about 40 feet but I still had too much energy. I began to run faster. 20 feet behind Cole, and I’m coming around the final turn. He has no idea he’s being followed, I think to myself as he refuses to speed up for the final sprint. Throwing out my last bit of energy, I run past Cole at the 50 metre mark. “F***!” shoots out of Cole’s mouth as he turns to look at me, but I’m already too far ahead of him for him to catch up. People are screaming on both sides of me; no one expected this kind of upset. I finish the race and turn to see Cole looking completely defeated. The meet is over for me. I won my race. I’m happy. I spent the next 30 minutes getting congratulations and hearing every last person go over Cole’s expression when I passed him and finally made my way home.

It was 8:15 by then, and I was late for study hours. Walking into the house, I found Jason to tell him I’d arrived and was instructed to go to the LAB. Carol wanted to speak to me. [[I swear I didn’t do anything!!]] When I got there, she pointed at the hose on the bridge and left. I knew what I had to do, even if I was unhappy about the way it was handled. After about five minutes of scrubbing, I went home to get Alex for some company. We spent the next hour-and-a-half on our hands and knees getting the chalk off the bridge, but we did it. I walked home in an odd mood. Monday had been an odd day. The meet, the aftermath, and the bridge had just worn me out. But it was good.

Tuesday morning I woke up and nearly cried. My back was killing me. Whatever, I thought, I knew I had an appointment with the chiropractor that afternoon. Dr. Dave’s his name. He’s cool. He asked me to come in again on Wednesday morning so I could get some work done on it as soon as possible. When I went back, his wife, Dr. Ellie, told me that the damage I’d done to my back would likely take months to repair. S***, man. So now I’m in constant pain; it hurts to do anything. Wonderful, eh?

Pacer this morning. I ran 15 laps farther than the second and third best runners who dropped out at 100. My goal was 90, my previous record a 113. I knew at 100 that I could get another 15. So I did it. It was nice. Now my back hurts even more. I’ve improved on sit-ups and push-ups as well (65 [one minute] and 62 [without stopping], respectively). Maybe this time I’ll get a fitness score of 100% instead of the lousy 90 or so I got last time. >_<

Underwear is nice when necessary. Boxers are my underwear of choice, but boxer briefs are great for running. Sleeping must be done in the nude. There is no other option.

Cyndi’s leaving. Claudia’s leaving. Amanda’s leaving. Kato’s leaving. Bernie’s gone. Claudia…well, to be honest, I’m quite happy about her leaving. She’s done no good for this school. Kato I didn’t know too well, but she’s a great intern. She cares about the school, about the community. Amanda’s my house parent. I didn’t get along with her too well first semester, but she’s a lot cooler now that she’s chillaxxed. Bernie gone means I have no chance in the play or musical next year. I’m not a good actor. Whatever, man. I did it once. That’s good enough for me. Cyndi’s the one that saddens me the most.

She was the first staff member I got to know last year (XC started before school did), and she’s an amazing coach. She works her teams harder than I’ve ever seen a coach work a team, but she knows when to lay off. She’s managed to get me motivated to work hard in practise. She sparked in me a love for running I didn’t know I had. And for that, I’m thankful. But she’s leaving. We’ll have Bill Pistner (my American Literature teacher) as a coach next year. I think he’ll be great, but he’ll never be as wonderful a coach as Cyndi. She stopped the bus outside Donahue to pick me up for a race when I slept in. She taught me that it was not her responsibility to make me a better runner. It was mine. That’s why I’ve worked so hard in practise this season. I cut forty seconds off of my two-mile time during the season, and I know I can catch Manuel’s school record if I keep on it for the next two seasons. Cyndi’s responsible for this dedication. I thank her for that.

I think I want to travel abroad next year. So far, from talking to Julianna, Australia sounds like the best option because I don’t have to work that hard to understand these people. But Germany or China would be nice. I need to mull it over.

Track meet tonight. My back hurts. I don’t want to damage it more. But I can’t scratch my race. It’s too late in the season for that. I love running too much for that. Whatever, man, I’m checkin’ out.

A big word. Even bringing it up at this school can spark riotous reactions. Well last night we had our weekly all-school (all students, that is) get-together and spoke about this for an hour. Each wing (6-8 students) had one representative, except Mouse because Ryan and I both feel strongly about this subject. We sat up on the stage and argued about it.

Now for some background before I get into all of this… On Thursday afternoon I had a free period. I also had some chalk. With this chalk and free period I decided to do something to lift the school’s morale, if only for just a moment. Out to the LAB bridge (basically the “Entranceway Grandeur”) Julianna and I went. I’d been thinking all morning about what to write, and had about twelve different things I wanted to put in big font on the bridge. I lost my cell phone with the list on it, but here’s an example:

Ride a bike

Take a walk

Go swimming

Climb a tree

Roll

Run around

Hug a tree

And, at the end where the bridge widens, “Do something.”

Walking back to the spot nearest the building, Julianna drew a set of hopscotch squares and I drew a large rectangle encouraging people to write their own verb/noun combinations in it with the chalk I’d left out. While this didn’t go exactly as planned - people completely ignored the rectangle and started writing all over the bridge - I felt that this was better because it brought us all out onto a level field. With no names to identify who’d done this all left on the bridge, Julianna and I left.

After school, I returned to one of the greatest sights I’ve seen here at Conserve. People had used most of the chalk I’d left to write more messages and add on to existing ones. I was happy. I went to track practise.

On my way to supper, I saw something that nearly ruined the experience for me. A few students had taken the chalk and used it up writing messages promoting their ethnic group and conveying that they were better than any other student(s) in the school. This was written with no regard for the text already written on the bridge; they just wrote over everything. I nearly cried. Anyway, my roommate happened to be leaving the LAB around the same time I showed up and gave me a hug, showing me his addition to the experiment in conversation (he wrote “Express yourself!”). It brought my anger down to a low boil, but I could not get the things written crudely in green chalk out of my mind. It haunted me - I couldn’t focus on anything for the rest of the evening. At supper, I discovered that many other students were unhappy about the newest addition to the writing on the bridge, but no one could think of a good solution. We ended up leaving everything there, hopefully having the latest writings spark some form of conversation among staff and students alike.

Things basically stayed constant on Friday and Saturday (I went camping Saturday night…it was cold), and then came Sunday Gathering last night - the topic I started this post to write about.

After Family Dinner managed to thoroughly annoy and exhaust most people in the school (they promised us steak; they were horrible steaks), Sunday Gathering started with quite a few students passing out in the auditorium and those of us wing representatives sitting up on the stage wondering how it would all turn out.  Joon started us off by giving us an introduction to the topic (Round Square, more at http://www.roundsquare.org) and bringing us straight into the argument at hand.  Does Conserve value or treat fairly the international students?  For the most part, I say yes.  There are, however, enough students who defy this that we know Conserve needs to do something about it.  That is what the rant above was for.  Something is wrong with these students when they feel they need to express themselves by claiming their nationality is the best.  I can’t respect anyone, let alone another student, who does that.  We sat there and argued about what to do about the stereotyping and disrespect flying around this school for nearly an hour.  And, without solving anything at all, we were dismissed and everyone left.  This is Conserve’s problem.  No one cares.  We argue when we have to argue, but as soon as it’s not mandatory, we’re gone.  There is nothing anyone can do to help solve this on a mass level - it’s one’s own choice whether or not he/she cares.  This includes students and staff.

There were maybe ten staff members at Sunday Gathering last night.  Ten.  Out of sixty-odd.  They’re not required to go, so they don’t.  The single most important Sunday Gathering of the year, and nigh on no one came.  We all say “community, community, community” - the hell with community.  This school is going nowhere if we don’t have an initiative of students and staff willing to work on bringing everyone together toward a common goal, be it environmental, academic, athletic, or democratic.  We need change.  We need students willing to do something out of the ordinary to try to bring the school together.  We need…something.

‘Nother post later regarding staff leaving, running, sunlight, swimming, camping, and having fun.

As those of you who know me well know, I’ve been having a lot of trouble with friendships lately.  I never really managed to get over the loss of so many friends at the end of last year - they were mostly seniors or students who decided not to return to Conserve.  Well as soon as the school year started this year, I began spending all of my time with my room mate and his friends.  To be honest, they were my friends for part of last year as well before I found the wannabe emo kids [[the seniors of last year]].  Sadly, though, this year the “Couch Monkeys,” as my room mate and his friends are called, began to fall into a completely different category than ever before.

Before this school year started, the Monkeys had always been a group of academically talented students who were generally unpopular at their old schools and managed to find a bunch of people in the same situation as them and band together.  This year, however, it’s turned into something completely different.  The students are no longer the academically talented, accepting group they were.  There has been so much in-fighting and animosity between everyone on the couches that I’d lost my faith that Conserve has the ability to bring in a nice, talented class.  So I left them all to their own devices and moved to the fireplace, where I could work and read and live in peace.

Oddly enough, after moving to the fireplace I began to realise that the Monkeys weren’t the only people I thought I could live with in this school.  My prefect, Ryan, relinquished his duties about halfway through the year and has been steadily becoming a much cooler person.  Mike Mort, a senior, cares too much about the environment to be at this school.  Leslie, well, Leslie’s kinda anal, but cool.  Tina’s scary.  Julianna’s…an Australian, but I don’t fault her for that…too much.  Ivan’s pretty chill.  Fisher’s a cool wing, though I’m required to hate them.  And for anyone else I’ve forgotten, whatever, dude.  So, to summarise, I’m over the stage of sadness I went through when I left the Monkeys, though I’ll probably end up falling right back into it next year when most of my friends leave again.

And on the topic of school years, I may not return to Conserve for my senior year.  After coming to the school without a care in the world about environmental issues, the school has changed me.  I get worked up over people leaving their lights on.  I want to do something to improve the world of tomorrow.  And with all of the school’s talk of helping me do that, there is nothing to back it up.  Almost none of the staff or students (our environmental “community”) seem to care.  At all.  And it breaks my heart.  So I don’t think I can survive here for another two years.  I’m going to apply to Michigan Tech, Madison, NYU next year.  Maybe Olin if I get to tour the campus and speak with the admissions team.  I hope to get into at least Tech, maybe Madison.  Olin and NYU are very much long shots, but if I’m rejected I’ll just work harder to to post-grad work there.  I’ll probably end up doing a five-year undergrad just so I don’t die of the stress, but no matter what happens I need to do something about the next two years.  I can’t just go on like this.

The rules at this school blow my mind.  For a few weeks, I decided that the door to my house was unnecessary and began using my window as the way out of my house.  Apparently that’s a bad thing.  ^_^  Anyway, they’re probably going to seal my window up sometime, though Stefan said it’d be done over the weekend and it’s Tuesday already.  They overreact so much on so many things but don’t care about others.  Whatever.  I’m only unhappy because it blew my chances at prefectry next year.  I know I didn’t have much chance before, but this ruined it.  I can’t believe it.

I applied for prefectry for many reasons, even with the opposition the program has received.  First and foremost, I really don’t want some of the juniors to be prefects.  They’re just not good leaders.  Second, the chance at a spare room sounds appealing - though apparently admission’s up so much that prefects probably won’t have spare rooms next year.  Third, I really like being the leader.  It’s nice to bring a group of people together toward a common goal.  I believe I could bring the wing together.  Maybe.  I could at least get the wing cleaned.  But whatever.  It’s not really that important.

Ryan’s pant hole has increased in size.

Our fridge smells bad, but it’s clean.

I think I did well on the American Lit paper.

I’ve gotten my Chinese grade up to an 89.1%

We will soon have two wings worth of furniture in Mouse.

Will write more soon, hopefully.

I may and/or may not continue updating on a Monday/Wednesday/Friday basis.  I want to, but don’t think I have the willpower.

Dude, I’m totally writing this from my Blackberry. Blackberry++

I went to England, man.  It was brilliant.  London was filled with people in suits and it kinda scared me off, but as soon as we went somewhere a little more fun (We were in Manchester the last four days), it was all good.  Not that I dislike the suits and ties, I just felt like such a tourist while I was there - getting dirty looks from everyone.  Manchester was by far much more cool.  Maybe because we were in the company of a few of my mum’s friends, Gillian (my sister’s namesake) and Mike Visagie.  Gillian works in an emergency veterinary clinic, and Mike’s got his own company that runs meditation and yoga retreats every weekend.  Basically Mike’s just the chillest guy in the world.  I can’t write all of the stuff he told me here because it would take a lifetime, but let’s just say he helped me on the road to figuring out my life.

So in London, Eliot, my father, and I were basically free to do whatever we wanted.  We went to the London Dungeon, saw a bunch of pretty cool castles, Buckingham Palace, etcetera.  It was fun, but I felt I’d much rather be seeing the country as a whole and not just the touristy things.  The few days after we left London are still a blur to me, so I can’t go too in-depth into what I did.  I know I went to Oxford University and began to figure out how the school is set up.  That’s about all I remember.  Later in the week, I woke up in a hotel in Warrington (about halfway between Liverpool and Manchester).  We went to see Gillian and Mike for the first time in five years or so, and they were completely blown away by how much my sister and I had changed.  Her changes were much more in her physical appearance (she was 12 when we last saw them), mine were mainly in my attitude.  I wasn’t the emo kid you see in the halls at school back then.  I was ten years old, for Christ’s sake.  Gladly Mike saw right past the spikes on my wrist and tight pants to realise that I am, in fact, not mindblowingly suicidal.  He made cracks at me for being emo just like everyone does, but they weren’t serious.  He’s the only adult I’ve ever known to get that.  I only wish I had more time to get to know him.

Anyway, sometime before we left Warrington, Gillian and Mike took us to the Lakes District.  Wonderfully beautiful, without a second thought.  High, amazing hills; low, grassy valleys; and the most picturesque towns I’ve ever seen.  Words can only begin to describe how amazing it was.  I won’t even try.  I’m going back next summer (2009) and spending a month just camping out wherever I can.  It was that good.

That’s all for now, I have chem homework to do.  I’ll be writing another post later - too much has gone on so far this week for me not to write it down.

But I can’t right now.  Maybe in an hour or so.  Maybe tonight.  Soon.  Too many things have happened for me not to post.  Call me - 1 (651) 260 6955

I feel like ranting.

So I’ve been to the mall and a few random stores over the past few days, and am starting to get tired of stereotypes toward me. I don’t think I can honestly tell you why I dress the way I do, but I’m going to try. I don’t act like other “emo” kids; I hang out with normal (well, at least not emo) people, I don’t cut myself, and my music taste is only slightly emo. I do like My Chemical Romance, From First to Last, and Saosin; but I also like Aqua, Del Amitri, and Pink Floyd. My music tastes basically include everything but classical, country, and hip hop. Even some rap - mind you, only the good stuff - finds it’s way into my library. I don’t dislike hip hop because I think it to be mindless conformist slime, I dislike it because I don’t understand it. I don’t begrudge anyone for listening to it. I begrudge these people because of the way they act when I don’t like their music.

If given the choice, I would fight when people classify me as emo. However, it’s just not worth it. Yes, I dress in clothes from Hot Topic and listen to emo music, but I’m deeper than that. I dress like I do because I like the clothing. Tight shirts, tight pants, wristbands, eyeliner; these things all help to set me apart from the people around me. And, to tell the truth, the tight clothes are much more comfortable than baggy jeans or polo shirts. Honestly, I really just wear the eyeliner and wristbands to get a reaction out of people. It amazes me that people can see spiked wristbands and right away write me off as a wasted life. It’s when I meet people who can get past the clothing and the accessories that I feel I’ve truly found people I can be friends with. Sadly, I don’t meet these people too often.

Just give people a chance when you meet them to show you who they truly are. I feel sometimes that I don’t give the people who shop at places like Hollister and American Eagle a chance. I also feel that the opposite is true. While there are all-too-many kids who do throw their life away fighting against “the man” or complaining that no one loves them, there are also many more people in the world who deserve not to be stereotyped because of the way they dress. I feel that I fit into that category. Give me a bloody chance - don’t just stare at the spikes on my wrist. They won’t hurt you.

Last night was the last of the two toughest weeks I’ve gone through that I can remember.  After a week of track practise culminating in a stair workout (up and down two flights of stairs 75 times (about 6200 stairs total, 3100 up and 3100 down) and a week of shows for the play, I’m done.  I can sleep 12 hours a night until Wednesday, when I leave for London.  I get to spend a week sightseeing with Eliot there before returning to school a day late.  I cannot bloody wait.  Anyway, today’s been good.  Went to sleep when I got home around 2 this morning, then woke up at 3 this afternoon.  Hopefully I’ll have time to blog while in London, otherwise I might not post again until a few weeks from now.

The dance last night was excellent.  Here’s to hoping the five hours of testing I’ve got ahead of me are just as excellent!

So I lied about posting.  I do that a lot, apparently.  Well it’s 4:20 on a Friday afternoon, and I’m sitting alone in my room, buggered out of my mind.  I’ve been sick since Sunday - it nearly went away on Tuesday and Wednesday, then came back in full force yesterday morning.  Finally this afternoon my nose started to clear up and my throat lost motivation to make me cry every time I coughed.  Thank God, I say, considering the fortnight I’ve got coming up for me.  Rather than lay it out in paragraph format, let me write stuff out day-by-day for you.

Tonight (Friday) - Sadie Hawkins dance until 11:00 or so, then straight home to pass out.  For any of you who don’t know yet, I’m going with Iana.  More on this at the end of the post.

Saturday -  Up at 7:00 to shower, get to the LAB by 7:20 for breakfast.  SAT (yes, I said SAT) at 8:00.  As soon as it’s over, I’ve got ten minutes for lunch then play practise until 3:00.  Dad’s picking me up right away afterward to take me to Rhinelander or Wausau for a few brief moments of relaxation before the coming weeks.  He’s managed to get home from Cincinnati, so I don’t have to go all the way home.

Sunday - Up around 10:00 for a shower, then it’s back to school.  By noon, I have to be in the auditorium getting my costume and makeup on for the first full dress rehearsal for the play.  This should, hopefully, be done by 4:30.  5:30 is supper time; I have to be dressed semi-formally so that I can sit at a table with a bunch of people I don’t talk to and watch food no one likes go to waste.  After that, it’s on to Sunday Gathering where we listen to someone talk for nigh on an hour.  Then home, for study hours.  After just 12 hours awake, it’s bed time at 10:00.

Monday - Alarm wakes me up at 6:00 to do some homework before school.  Another hectic school day, then the first track practise of the year.  After two hours of grueling mindless workout, it’s time for a short shower then supper.  Ten minutes later, play practise starts.  At 8:30, I get back to my room.  Lights out by 9:00.

Tuesday - A normal day; school, track practise, supper, study hours, sleep.

Wednesday - Almost normal; play practise in the morning, then a normal day.

Thursday - Same as Tuesday.

Friday - Another normal day.

Saturday - Probably have play practise from 12:30 to 3:30, other than that it’s a nice day.

Sunday - Final dress rehearsal.  Probably won’t go too well.  Family Dinner, then Sunday Gathering.

Here comes the fun!

Monday -  Same as above, minus play practise - we have a day off!  Of course, I still have track.

Tuesday - Regular school day.  No track practise.  First show; for the students.  Right afterward - bed time.

Wednesday - Sleep-in, I think.  Otherwise play practise.  School.  No track.  Second show.  Bed.

Thursday - Regular school day.  I like Thursdays; I only have to think in Chinese.  No track - I’m missing the first meet.  First show for the public.  Ought to be fun…

Friday - Last day of this hell.  Worst day of school in the week; I’ve got American Lit, Algebra, Chem, and History.  Right after school it’s into the auditorium to prepare for the show.  Finally, at 9:30 or so, I’m done.  Probably some form of party somewhere afterward.  I’ll be dying my hair during this time.  I need it to look good for the ladies in London (^_^)

And that’s it.  The worst fortnight ever will be gone.  There’s nothing to discuss anymore.  It’s up to Grandma now.  And it’s up to you, to help me get through this.

So about Iana asking me to Sadie Hawkins… About a week ago after lunch, she asked Popp to the dance.  He said no, as Popps are wont to do.  Seeing that she now had no date, and that this was not a normal situation for a person such as Iana to be in, Popp asked her who she’d be going with.  Glancing around the gathering space, she saw a few people, including me.  She walked over to my table to ask me, never expecting me to say yes.  And at first I didn’t.  Then I thought of the reactions of my “friends” when they saw me at a dance with someone that many of them make a habit of despising.  So I changed my mind, and told her that I’d go with her.  The look was priceless.  Of course, she couldn’t back down now.  And that’s how I ended up going to a school dance with someone I don’t talk to - hell, someone I generally avoid.

Looking toward the next two weeks, it’s hard to keep optimistic.  They’ll be hell.  But once they’re done, I think I’ll find that everything I’ve done has been completely worth it.  So I’m counting on you - whoever you are - to help me get through this all.

P.S.  I’m still happy, and there’s nothing you can do to change that.

So I’m not in the mood for a long blog post tonight, but I promise you I’ll have something well thought-out tomorrow morning (sleep-in until noon!).  G’night, hofases.

I’m happy.

I can’t has it.

This’ll just have to be a short one.  I’m in my room, 257, and I’m just plum tuckered out.

So apart from my abysmal bowling tonight, I’ve had a good day.  I woke up feeling slightly woozy, but my classes in the morning were nice.  Working on poetry (suck at it) in American Lit, then a test in Algebra (hoping for a grade mid to upper 90s), then lunch.  My scheme of not sitting on the couches is working well, except that some people think I’m depressed and secluding myself, which I’m not.   I’m able to think and reflect while I sit on my chair in the corner.  I’m also able to be asked to the Sadie Hawkins dance.  Of course, it wasn’t what I expected, and it may turn out to be a disaster, but it’ll be fun while it lasts.  So I’ve got a date to the dance, though I really wouldn’t be willing to call it much of a date.  We’re going to show up together, then probably not speak for the rest of the night.  Fine by me, though it doesn’t help my “include everyone” stance on life.

As I write this, I’m considering the prospect of writing paragraph after paragraph almost daily for the rest of the year, and it’s daunting.  So I’m going to have to admit now that some of my posts will be one-liners stating in just a few words my mood for the day.  Hopefully (no promises) they’ll all be positive.  Anyway, it’s 10:45 and my roommate’s getting me sick, so I think I’m gonna crash for the night.  G’night, bitches.

( blergh )

Wednesday was swell. I woke up in ecstasy (speaking of which…), took a shower, got ready for school, and left. Play practise was a breeze (we did act two, and I only have ten lines!) and Chemistry, though boring, was helpful. I received my test from Monday’s class, and didn’t do as bad as I thought I had. About an 85% total. 48/52 on the first test, 43/54 on the second. Robert’s giving us another chance to take the test for full credit, and I’m going to retake both. Maybe I’ll manage about a 95. That would make me jollier than I am right now.

Chinese - eh. Same as ever. I enjoyed it, though. American Lit was the one class that tried to shake my happy. Hannah Rennicke (someone I’ve never had a major beef with) called me mean. I know I make mistakes; I make fun of people to their faces more often than I should. But I’m trying to not do it anymore. Remind me to be nicer.

I wasted away the afternoon in my room. Then came supper. Then came talking to people on GTalk. Then came the baby in the baby carriage (THE KARMA MADE ME DO IT!). And now I’m writing a blog post.

So tomorrow’s my speech to the Conserve School community. I guess I feel bad about trying to impose my feelings on others, but something as elemental as universal niceness is not really negotiable in my opinion. Anyway, my rant tomorrow will hopefully help motivate some to change their ways. If not, it’ll help me go to sleep at night. Well now I’m going to go prepare to do nothing for the rest of the evening. I’ll be back on the morrow. Bai!