forgot

wow i forgot again. i was going to do this last night but my internet was down (lamest excuse ever i know) then i was going to do it this afternoon but i forgot. i really need to get my s*** together. my goal for the next quarter is to really focus on APW because I can do wayyy better in it and the teacher is pretty chill. I think im learning alot about writing which is good. I enjoy this class wayyyyy more than my other english class. I'm a hugee idiot for taking 2 englishes and I think it just may ruin my life. I cannot wait til freakin college man. This highschool thing is getting reallyyyy old. I've honestly been pretty tired of it since freshman year, but now im really dunzo. I've also been missing common ground for my dartmouth class, so i have no idea what is going on with caps and gowns or anything. anyways this has been fun. lets do it again sometime

it's a conspiracy!

the people who inspect my car and repair my car, though at different locations, are entirely the same people. i'll take the saturn to the shop, and sure they'll fix one or two of its' many problems, but i've got this shifty feeling they do a little somethin' more to it. unplug a few wires. loosen some bolts. keep me coming back. and if it doesn't break down on me, the inspectors give me a new list of things to chop down and burn a money-tree for when she doesn't pass the test. as well as directions to a shop where they can utilize phony mustaches and pretend that they aren't the same people as the inspectors as they cash-in/cash-out/makeout with the moneyz. it's foolproof. golf clap worthy. they thought no one would ever figure it out. the hard part, phase two if you will, is foiling this crazyness. bright idears?

Seriously? You want to cross NOW?

I have noticed an unsettling trend lately. People have decided to cross the street in front of the high school whenever they want. Eighteen wheeler rumbling down the street? Not a problem. Two lanes of traffic? Eh....they'll stop. Obviously, their inability to distinguish moving cars from stopped cars has made my job more interesting. It wouldn't be so bad if a student messed up once and started to cross at the wrong time, but when faculty starts to risk getting plastered to the pavement, it makes you wonder. Maybe my directions aren't clear enough. I won't pretend that I give perfect instructions every time, but I have my back turned to the pedestrians when they cross. I am pretty sure I never gave them any indication to cross. Then there are also the people who run up to the very edge of the street and stop. Of course this means that the traffic on that side of the street comes to a sharp stop. So now one lane of traffic is moving, the second has stopped from fear of hitting the pedestrian, and the third is giving me the evil eye because they have been waiting for so long. Good job, you just managed to mess up the entire system. I understand you may be in a hurry, but so is everyone else. So cool your rockets and simmer down. And most of all, don't be an idiot and try to cross the street when that SUV has you in his sights.

The Atlanta Falcons have the ball. They have tried a number of passing plays up to this point, but have been relatively unsuccessful. Matt Ryan, their 23 year-old quarterback has gone from cool customer to a full-blown headcase and the game is in danger of slipping out of their grasp. So what do they do? They give the ball to their powerhouse tailback/extraterrestrial superhero/Ph.D. Michael Turner, and he runs for a touchdown, as he has in each of the past 7 games. The man is sick. He may not have everything going for him--for instance he is not French--but his hustle game is top notch and he has probably killed a man.

To start with, he is shorter than I am, listed generously at 5'10". Born with this crippling disability, though, Turner chose to overcome and evidently did so by getting either titanium robot legs or eating animals python-style, as he weighs 260 pounds. You read that correctly: if you could life as much as this guy weighs, Megan would mos def want it.

In the interest of continuing my shameless plagiarism of El Mambalito, I will now digress and discuss a delicious food item. Humpty Dumpty "All Dressed" chips are radness personified. Only available in and around Canada, these chips comprise every flavor imaginable and were created when some mountain man factory employee, hammered drunk on his wife's best moonshine to drown the sorrows of watching the Bruins beat the Canadiens, tipped all the ingredients into one batch. This man deserves to be commended for his efforts and spared when we inevitably bomb Canada.

Senioritous

True procrastination is an art. For example, on Sunday night i needed to memorize tres estrofas de español. "Three stanzas of Spanish." But instead, I played video games, watched shows, then proceeded to repeat the cycle. I would have memorized it but, I really wanted to know what Dudley - from Harry Potter - had said about Cedric in the beginning of the 5th movie. Naturally my interest was then peaked and I remained "occupied" for the next two hours. Things that help the procrastinator do his job can be broken down into three categories. The first is comfort, do you have comfortable surroundings in which you could theoretically put off homework for multiple hours? I for one do. I have a bed aimed at my 24" computer, and a remote that allows me to stay in my bed. This of course sparks the second requirement, you need a media viewing device that can be operated remotely, because if you have to get up each time a show ends or a movie ends, you might end up inadvertently close to your homework and then proceed to do it. The third and most cost taxing "cosa" that you need is media. Have lots of media and have it on you computer. You can take the dvds you have at home and you can move them onto your computer, you could illegally download movies, or you can watch shows online. I recently came across a program that allows you to watch shows online, and you can control the program with your remote, "jackpot." Now all I have to do when I get home is locate my remote, strip down, and procrastinate. Senioritous is great.

Being a Senior in Band

It's not just about how old you are, it's about being a senior in band. A senior in band has many responsibilities. First off, there's the section leader. This section leader is oftentimes a senior and responsible for keeping their section in line through head smacks and derisive comments. For example: the trumpet section leader is permitted, even encouraged, to smack up saxophones for playing after the cut-off. Most saxophones ask to be reprimanded. They honk and squeak. They pull out their mouthpiece and only play that for maximum wtf headsplitting anger. This clearly is a section whose only leader is consistently guilty of bringing Dunkin Donuts coffee into the band room. Therefore it falls on the upperclassmen of the trumpet section to keep the most rowdy of the underclassmen in line. Yelling, smacking, hiding instrument cases are all methods employed to control the uncontrollable. But its not all fun and games, being a senior in band. We have responsibilities as well. It is the senior class' duty to pass on the traditions to next year's seniors as well as to groom the underclassmen to be cool. Let's face it, even the trumpet section isn't cool when they're freshmen. It is only by the hand of seniors that the pride of trumpet section is passed on. This year presents a special challenge as well. With seven new freshmen and only three upperclassmen every day is a battle. Nothing we can't handle though. I was taught by the best. The memory of Markus' "YEAH BABY" and "AMERICA" shout-outs will live on. I didn't choose to be a crazy senior bandy. I was tasked by Markus to be the crazy one. For every band needs one. So to anyone I've angered, solos I've interrupted, or freshmen I've stepped upon, I apologize. It was all for the Greater Good.

Relief

These past few weeks have been so hectic. Staying up till 1 AM on most weekdays has basically destroyed my will to even attempt schoolwork. From what I've heard from almost all previous seniors, senior year is supposed to be one chill year. Where is all the free time and lack of homework? What happened to "Let's party" instead of "Let's finish this math homework?" To be frank, I am beginning to believe that senior year is overrated. Ok, you say 2nd semester will be different. But really? Isn't it more like 3rd quarter, after we get into college? I gotta say that this year has been almost more stressful than any other year.

When will rain come to end the drought? I believe the answer is next Tuesday, November 10th. Why November 10th? Only one word (or rather title). Modern Warfare 2. Probably the best release this year I gotta say. The gore and sheer violence will definitely release some of the pent up stress, if not all. There is just something about shooting things repeatedly that excites the minds of most teenagers. But most can't even imagine holding a gun to someone else. And this new game questions further our obsession with guns and death. In a dramatic battle, or rather a massacre, the gamer is forced to team up with other terrorists to brutally kill all the civilians in a an American airport terminal. What if one were to be kind and shoot the terrorists? You lose the level and have to start over. Why has Infinity Ward chose to include this bloody and even offensive scene? The intentions of Modern Warfare 2 was to broaden the horizon of the gaming experience, so that players would get a good view of what soldiers of other nations (and even "terrorists") think about the current situation in the world, or so says Infinity Ward. But does forcing the players to play America's terrorists really help them to understand why these people do what they do? Or does it just make them hate these people more, and obscure the vision that could potentially allow them to understand the actions of so called terrorists. Regardless of the intentions, I think that this game will still draw me into the mindless destruction that always seem, ironically, to lighten my mood.

Quart 1

I always do very poorly in quarter 1, as I usually raise my grades up a full letter grade (say, from B- to A-) by the end of the semester or year. However, colleges are now asking for my Q1 grades for EA and ED applications. I am currently enrolled in many new and challenging classes. I understand the material and am soaking up intelligence like a sponge, but my grades don't reflect that. Colleges will think that I've been goofing off in class and am not a good kid to have, as I have dropped off in my senior year. In reality I am much more academic oriented this year, but I have not had the chance to pull my grades up in Quarter 2, a luxury that I usually had to my advantage.

Pierre Thomas/Sunny D

Phe-nomenal. Pierre Thomas is an upcoming star in the National Football League. The man runs for the New Orleans Saints and, after this week, has really proven his place on the team. Let's look deeper into Pierre Thomas and his unmatchable lifestyle.

To begin, his name is French. The man has no traces of a french heritage, yet he manages to overcome the connotations of his name to run train all over defenses such as the Falcons. His two most notable games this season have been against the Buffalo Bills and the Atlanta Falcons. In the first game, he racked up 126 rushing yards and rushed for 2 touchdowns for a total of 24 fantasy points. Last night, he rushed for 91 yards and rushed for a touchdown as well as caught a pass for a touchdown for a total of 19 fantasy points. Prior to his second touchdown, Thomas brought the Saints offense to the Falcons' 1. Excited that they would simply pitch the ball to Pierre to get his second touchdown of the half, the Saints dashed my dreams as they took out Thomas and gave the ball to Reggie Bush who contributed nothing to the process of the game.

Enough with football and Pierre Thomas though... I just snacked upon some Sunny D. Similar to Thomas, I can only really think of one word to describe this beverage: ri-diculous. Sunny D retains such a distinct taste that I have been missing for many years. Finally, no more than five minutes ago, I reunited with this drink for a moment in bliss while I was writing this blog post.

Thank you.