A chronicle of my life starting from June 21,
2002. |
October 15, 2002 Strange...I was able to remember the date without looking at a calendar. Odd things aside, this is a pretty normal day. But I suppose that statement could be made about almost any day, thus it is pointless and lacking any good meaning. Yes, I'm rambling. See, I tend to do that when there's nothing much else to do. I feel like carrying on like an old drunk, so I shall. School is such a boring place. When a person is bored, they will inevitably do one of two things: Piss and moan that they're bored, or try and entertain themselves. The latter often leads to seemingly stupid actions that may or may not get one in trouble with the law, but in that one moment it's the most fun and exhilerating thing in the world. For example, in Computer App class, my friend and I often purposely mispell the files we save. The most obnoxious so far was "Laaashtionmignuggetar Tuelf", meaning Lesson 12. Everyday, the first word gets farther and farther from the actual word "Lesson". Eventually, it won't even begin with an "L". My friend decided to give the phrase a meaning. We came up with this: To ride a small pony. Again, I stress the boredom which was abundant at the time. We laughed, in fact, for about 5 straight minutes, just looking at the word and what it was supposed to say. Well, that was my rant for the day. Moving on. Oh, an update on how the Corvette received my "I'm Sorry" essay yesterday. I have no idea. We didn't really talk all day. In fact, we didn't even make eye contact much. She's obviously going through some tough times, so it's probably best to let it lie. Plus, I'm not being thrown into a fit of tears and melancholy, so the height of my worries here are minimized to the fact that I care about her, seeing as how she's my friend. So I'll remain at peace until the whole thing blows over. That rant went on longer than intended, but it's too late now. Recommended listening for today: Fuel by Metallica. Thank you, and goodnight. ~ Dris ~ |