Best. Monday. EVAR.

Okay, I woke up today in a good mood, which itself was unusual for a Monday. I got to finish my friend's breakfast: a McGriddle and a Coke. She ate the hash browns, though... But then we watched a movie in Spanish, and it actually isn't bad. It's not something you expect to like, but you get pretty into it after a while.

Then, get this: Mr. Moody, my English teacher, is GONE. We had a sub. That alone was enough to send my stress level from zero into the negative levels. I sat there with Alfonso Rodriguez playing Dots all mod. Then I got to game in Engineering all mod as well, which also helped.

The atmosphere in my Algebra II class was hilariously awkward. I think if we could have gathered the awkwardness in the air, focused it, and fired it directly at someone, it would be enough to render them sterile.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. I DOMINATED at the Guitar Hero tournament, going undefeated throughout the whole thing. I think that was more based on luck than skill, however. I was fortunate enough to do songs that I knew well, and my competitors made a few slipups that allowed me to squeak past them, scorewise.

Finally, I went out to dinner with my grandma. Honestly, some of the only intelligent conversation I have is with Grandma. We talked about everything, from music, to history, to family, to the fact that some of the only intelligent conversation I have is with her.

But yeah, it was great day today. If karma has anything to say about it, the rest of my week will totally suck.

This is why I don't come on Wednesdays.

I'm kindof in my own personal hell right now. At church no less. How ironic.

I'm surrounded by middle-school age preppy girls. I haven't decided whether or not they're worse than high school preppy girls.

Please save me.

Are Wednesday nights always like this?

Rant #4: KIRBY IS NOT REALLY A GENIUS

Okay, time for yet another rant.

I get SO freakin' frustrated when I say that I don't know something, because people are all like, "What? But you're a super-genius, you know everything!" No, I don't. You're a dumbass.

Seriously, just because I'm a year younger than everyone else in my grade, people think of me as some kind of freak genius. So I was moved from kindergarten to first grade in the middle of the year. Am I supposed to be incredibly smart because I knew how to color inside the lines from a young age? But because I got moved up a grade in elementary school, where the things you learn count for very little, people assume I'm a genius who knows everything, gets perfect grades, understands things before the thought behind them is completed, and knows everything there is to know.

Guess what?

That's all total BULLSHIT.

I'd rather everyone take me for what I actually am: a normal guy. Moderately smart, normal work ethic, a bit of a nerd.

That's me. Get used to it.

Rant #3: R-tards on the Internet

Okay, you know what really pisses me off? People who use the wrong “you’re” when writing. Call me a grammar Nazi, but it’s really annoying. I see stuff like, “your so stupid” and I think, “this coming from someone who doesn’t know simple grammar? Nice going, dumbass.”

Another thing that gets me is people who type like total noobs. Seriously, do you think we’re unimportant enough that we should have to work to read what you, the most important person on Internet, has to say? Or are you just too lazy to make your sentences coherent? I’m sitting next to this girl in study hall who types out stuff like, “omg this class taeks 4ever 2 get out, but itz ovurrr in like 5minz lolololol.” Okay, really. GET. A. LIFE. It’s people like you that make the rest of us who frequent the Internet look immature. Are you sure you’re not overcompensating for your lack of social prowess, so not only do you not have any friends in real life, you’re already ruining any chance you might have had of making friends online. Take the dick out of your ass and learn to type.

I am so depressed.

The last performance of the school play E/R was last night, and it was a fantastic show. All three nights were good, actually... But now that it's over, I'm kinda sad. For the two months leading up to it, I had a life. Now that I don't have to do that anymore, I get to go back to having no life. It pretty much sucks. I used to complain that I had to stay after school for two hours three days in a row, and now I miss it. Twisted, huh?

Here's hoping I make it into Little Shop of Horrors.

Quips and Quotes

"Life Lessons Learned From Gaming: If there's ever a virus outbreak, HEAD TO MADAGASCAR." -Zerris

"okay... you know whaaaaat? Screw this. Can't you attain your daily dose of LOLs through non-violent means? I mean, after 37 deaths, this gets pretty stupid. So screw the violence, screw this grassy platform, screw gravity, screw that... CLOUD and... SCREW. THIS. GAME. *closes door, opens door* and screw you. *closes door, opens door* and your sister. *closes door, opens door* and whatever pets you may have at the moment. *closes door, opens door* Hey, at least it's not violent, GOOD GAWD." -from :the game:

"To-do list... Number 1, steal a ROTC uniform and wear it on Fridays. Number 2, poop on the bathroom floor until they make a morning announcement about it." -Joell Bailey

"Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway. " -Unknown

"I bet your face is all STUPID!" -Jenna Grish

"Rule number five, you're an idiot." -from the movie Wedding Crashers

"You just won the lottery, man! Don't kick a gift horse in the nuts!" -Fuzzy, from Sam and Fuzzy

MORE TO FOLLOW

RIP Cleo 1996-2008

We had to put Cleo down today. I still can't get over it. I keep wanting her to be upstairs every time I go. I keep thinking, She can't be gone... But we couldn't have kept her alive much longer. She had this degenerative disease that was eating at her spinal cord. Her back legs were already starting to fail, and she was in constant pain. It's better that we let her go quickly and painlessly.

I'm still distraught. I've had her since I was 3. She's been around almost as long as Aidan, and nearly 3 years longer than Josh. She was as much a part of the family as any of us.

The entire house is grieving, even Maddie. She hasn't ran around as much, or played as much, since she realized Cleo was gone. We're all feeling the same way, but it's difficult to tell who was affected most. It was either me or Mom. Aidan and Josh weren't there, and Kris didn't know her as long.

Actually I think that's what made it hard for me, was being there. Seeing her in her last moments alive, so peppy, even in pain. I'm glad I did, though. Maybe it'll help me get over it faster, knowing I was one of the last things she saw.

I'm keeping her collar. Forever. That'll be my everyday reminder of my greatest companion.

RIP Cleo 1996-2008. You will be missed.