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September 1, 2006

I Felt a Funeral, In My Brain.

HolyfuckingshitIthinkIamgoinginsane!!!! School started on August 4th and I haven't had time to do much of anything. My exciting schedule: IB Psych II, IB History of the Americas, IB English IV, IB/AP Chem III, AP Calculus AB, Theory of Knowledge, IB French IV. I don't have any electives this year. Joy. And last year I only had one real elective because I had IB/AP Psych as an elective, but it was ok because my teacher was hot.

My extended essay draft is due next Friday and I haven't even started yet. The draft needs to be at least 2500 words. The whole thing is due in January (I think) and it needs to be 4000 words, which is about 11 pages double-spaced.

I love my Psych class this year because we don't do anything in it. So far it's just been a review of last year. Mr Biondolino is pretty sweet. He's really soft-spoken and zen. We took personality tests and he said he was a mix of melancholy and phlegmatic, which is what I got, too. I also have him for my Theory of Knowledge class. We don't really do anything in there either. I usually do my French homework in that class. I was zoning out the other day while he was telling us about what Buddists do to reach higher levels spiritually when the words "tantric sex" brought me back to reality. He also mentions Intellectual Masturbation a lot. Freud would probably say he's fixated on sex or something.

I think it's safe to say I'm gonna fail AP Calc. We took a test on limits the other day and I'm almost positive I failed it. At least Tre sits behind me again, so he keeps me entertained. He claims that his graphing calculator is Jesus and he whispers things like "Aidaaaa... Jesus wants you to stab Kevin. Stab Kevin with your pencil" during class. I remember Sophomore year he was talking about making ropes out of human skin. If you wouldn't know him, you'd probably be terrified of him. He used to freak me out, but after being in the same classes as him for 4 years I've learned to just laugh with him.

So... there's this guy I used to work with that found me on MySpace. He keeps insisting that we hang out. I'm willing to bet that he likes me... When I went to Publix about a week ago he helped me out with my groceries and he asked: "So, do you call people?" I was like WTF? "Yes, I call people..." I totally should've said "No, I use tom-toms and smoke signals." And he was like "Ok. Because I wrote this down for you..." and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper with his number on it. I was like Fuck... because I don't like him that way. He keeps IMing me, asking me when we're gonna chill. I told him I'd call him tonight and we could work something out, so I guess I gotta call him soon. Ugh...

I started applying for colleges. I've got a total of 10 schools on my list. The only in-state school I'm applying to is University of Florida. My first choice is, of course, UC Berkeley. The other schools I'm applying to are: UCLA, UC Santa Barbara, UC Santa Cruz, UC San Diego, University of Southern Cal, San Francisco State University (which is my safety Cali school), NYU, and Duke. I'm not looking forward to writing all those essays... On the bright side, I decided what my major is going to be: English. I'm thinking of minoring in Chemistry or Philosophy or... something.

Kyle was wearing a Beatles shirt to school a few days ago. It was actually the cover of the Abby Road album. I was sitting with him and Kailey at lunch when he told us that these two girls in his Journalism class were like "Who's that on your shirt? Fall Out Boy?" Oi... that reminds me of Sarah's extended essay topic: The Impending Fall of America.

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