Tomorrow Today Tomorrow Today

I went to the doctor this morning. He tested me for some stuff. It was all negative. He wrote me some excuses for some stuff, and he wrote some stuff for some medications. He told me I shouldn't run again until next week.

When I got to school, I found out that my XL project made it to round two, as did Tyler's and Zip's and Paul's and Randal's and I think that's all.

We did the half-mile today in fitness. I had to beat two minutes and eighteen seconds, but I ran a twenty-six or a twenty-seven. I was hurting pretty bad after that, and I coughed for about a week.

After school, I followed Mr. and Mrs. Corey to Corey's house. I had never been to this area before, so it was a new experience for me. Corey asked me if I would like to come in and say hello to John. I told him I would love to, and we went in. John wasn't there, and I got pissed off. I noticed they had a pool. I asked if I could get in. Corey told me no. He told me John would let me, and he said I should just wait for him to get home. I later went out back, to jump in the pool. Corey got the camera and a towel. I took off all my clothes and jumped in the pool. My left hand hit the ice, and it hurt. The water was very cold, so I quickly jumped out. As I was drying off, a car drove by on the road o'er yonder. I raised my hand to wave and jumped up and down. I told Corey to post the pictures in his blog (sadly, my penis is in none of them). He assured me he would do that. I will post the link to the stuff as soon as he posts it. Hello.

Blink-182 Divided by Three and Multiplied by Zero

I did my poster for government last night. It pissed me off. I watched the movie with that chick from "Saved by the Bell." It's the one where she goes to Vegas and becomes a dancer, and her boobies are hanging out like 80% of the movie. It was pretty good. I went to bed at about 2:30. That was good as well. I called Zach Attack right before I went to bed, to let him know.

I read on the internet of the break-up of Blink a few days ago. I wasn't sure if it was 4 rill or now, so I checked their website. There was nothing about it there. The next day, when I was talking to Justin Schmitt, after we talked of Goldfinger, I asked him if he knew anything about it. If anyone would know about it, it would be him. He didn't know anything about it. Today, at school, in music theory, I asked about it, and everyone knew about it. They all yelled at me, because they broke up last week, and I should have known already, so I yelled at Paul. I continued to ask people in school about it, and they all knew, so it's official.

Blink-182 is gone.

Forever.

And after.

I ran in the cold with this guy. He was cold. I led the team in stretching. After running, I walked by Stefan's sister, and she threw her phone to me and told me to catch it, so I held out my hands, and at the last second I moved them, and it hit the floor. I was able to get her to throw it to me once more, and it broke, and I laughed.

I did ten reps of the 225 with my class-four armor, and I'm pretty happy about that. So it goes.

CranCherry

I got up today.

I went to school today.

Lots of people were asking me if I cut my hair. I told them that I just brushed it back.

My brother set a chair on fire while he was playing basketball at the church place Saturday night, and he and his friends had to take off, because the fire guys showed up.

Music theory was fun. I just sat there and made fun of Paul, and I listened to my thing (we're writing some sort of stuff, I don't even know what's going on) and thought about how awesome it is and how much farther than everyone else is even though I just sit there and make fun of Paul every day while they work. I changed my main guy from the piano to honky-tonk piano, and it now sounds much awesomer.

I went to AP Bio. We took a test. I don't think I'm the only one who failed it (Am I, Tyler Orem?).

I got to bench some 200 pounds a few times in fitness. It was very good. When I got done doing my curls, I was tightening my biceps up, and it felt like I had huge rocks sticking in my ribs.

We had to write papers, planning our weddings, in English. Mine was good. I'll put that bitch in here when I get it back.

My English working group people didn't even meet on Sunday, because it was raining, so no worries there.

Squib was good. Mrs. Timberman wasn't there, so I had plenty of time to eat brownies.

Short practice--I kicked ass.

I kick ass.

I'm tired. I went to bed at about 2:30 last night.

And when I say 2:30 last night, I mean this morning.

That's really no big deal though; I usually go to bed at about two on Sunday nights.

And by Sunday nights, I mean Monday mornings.

I just went to the bathroom, and I notice, while washing my hands, that we have this new soap. This new soap really pissed me off. I use soap to clean my hands. This soap had sand and shit in it, and that's why it pissed me off. It felt like dirty soap. Fuck you, goddamn dirty soap!

Happy Valentine's Day, you assholes.



And for Tyty:

All my life
Is changing every day
In every possible way
In all my dreams
It’s never quite as it seems
Never quite as it seems
I know I’ve felt like this before
But now I’m feeling it even more
Because it came from you
Then I open up and see
The person falling here is me
A different way to be
I warn more
Impossible to ignore
Impossible to ignore
They’ll come true
Impossible not to do
Impossible not to do
Now I tell you openly
You have my heart so don’t hurt me
You’re what I couldn’t find
Totally amazing mind
So understanding and so kind
You’re everything to me
All my life
Is changing every day
In every possible way
And oh my dreams
It’s never quite as it seems
Cause you’re a dream to me
Dream to me