I'm Curious How Many People Actually Listen To The Music I Put In These

Oh jeez, is it the end of the year already? Hell yeah! For the last week or two I've groaned about the fact that school still had three weeks left, so close and yet so far. I also haven't been groaning about anything on here, so I should probably write one of my awesome blog posts to boost the view count on my website, maybe then I'll be able to put ads on my blog to get some cash out of it. Of course, I wouldn't abandon you guys to the mercy of these ads entirely...

Ad does not contain a lapdance *ding*

Cinemasins is better than most YouTube channels in this regard, and definitely serves as a role model for how to manage a blog, but I digress. Have some music.

So my life is fairly easy at the moment, as one might expect when it comes to the end of school. Naturally they try to squeeze a couple projects in before finals week, like Epic Rap Battles of US History and college portfolios in English. I sarcastically spoke up in my English class, wondering out loud what about English we were gonna learn from this project, and my teacher simply gave me a look of "I know, I know...". As a student not going to college who's currently going to a college prep school, the fuss about college is insane. I mentioned in my portfolio on the question about my college plans and/or possible majors that you could whisper something about college in a crowded hallway here and everyone around will go insane about it. "what college are you going to?" "what's your major gonna be?" "you got a scholarship??" blah blah blah...it's crazy. The fact that I compared these people to the seagulls in Finding Nemo wouldn't go unmentioned, since it's a scarily accurate comparison.

College?

My Latin teacher's actually said multiple times, "if you're not planning on going to college, why are you here?" in regards to the fact that my school's for college prep. I can't help but agree with his statement partially, but I have to retort by bringing up the fact that maybe I didn't want to go to high school with a bunch of idiots I already know are idiots from middle school. LASA's better than all the rest of the schools in the district because the students actually want to be there, and all the kids who skate through school are just filed away to other schools because they don't want to really make an effort to change their situation (because there's gonna be someone saying "oh, I'm not like that!" or "[people I know] aren't like that!", chill out. There are always exceptions).

I actually consider myself a grey Jedi, using both the light and the dark side, controlling my emotions perfectly. I can totally see myself with a curved purple lightsaber in the Star Wars Universe.

I kinda feel like I'm on "Between Two Ferns" with the kind of hate I'm venting for AISD. It's not necessarily hate, just stuff that I've always thought and never really got the chance to say. Now, this next part is hate, for those with sensitive hearts: AISD's transport system is someday going to kill someone. Yesterday we had a substitute driver who naturally took a 15-20 minute delay in getting on the route. I can barely survive the heat when it comes to the normal day, when I get home at 4:50. Given it was a Thursday, my dad also picks up my sister and I for visitation...at 5:00. With the massive delay by the sub, I had to walk from my bus stop to my house (no sidewalks, by the way) hot as hell and exhausted, with my dad already in the driveway waiting for me. I've tried telling him to shift the visitation time from 5-7 to 5:30-7:30, but for some reason he's not into the idea (I've mentioned how one thing I dislike are sticklers, who absolutely need to follow the rules to the letter. When it comes to dropping us off at home, we absolutely need to be there by 7, unless my mom's going to get pissed off to her limit...wait...oh, sorry. I forgot my mom was a pretty reasonable person, last I checked.

Anyway, back to the shitty bus system, those things are greenhouses on wheels. It's my firm belief that the AISD transportation administration have never ridden a school bus, in Texas, during the warm parts of the year, and especially not in their business attire. I've been tempted to get heat stroke on one of those buses so there'd actually be a legitimate reason to sue these assholes. I mean, it's AISD, we don't even need much of a case, we just need to say we have a lawyer and they'll do whatever we ask, right? Someone greater than I once said, "I like winter because there's only so many layers you can put on before you run out of layers. In summer there's only so many layers you can take off before it becomes illegal". The buses barely have air conditioning, only having three fans up front (only one of which actually works) to keep the driver from passing out and killing everybody while driving. I'll end this rant by saying I had to change underwear before going with my dad, because it was completely soaked through after an hour on that godforsaken bus. End rant.

Back to normal everyday life, I'm actually going to miss this year. Apart from my lack of motivation for certain subjects, I still feel like this was a great year. Not new, not being annihilated by stress, not leaving, just being here. At a school like LASA, the culture is definitely a great factor. The former assistant principal once told us a story about how he once overheard a vehement argument in the halls over the answer to a physics equation. I go to a school full of nerds, and I hear that every once in a while, when I go near the math department. One of the reasons I'm reluctant to go to college is because no matter how nerdy the college is, it's not going to be LASA. This high school of mine is where I feel like I belong, the people here accept anyone regardless of who they are (Except if you're gay, then you'll have tons of friends on the first day). I hate having to think of the fact that I'm leaving this random utopia, these last three years full of wasted opportunities, and I never really want to leave.

Except for three months, of course. God, summer's been well-anticipated here. The projects and assignments still dulling everyone down to a lazy state. I'm still gonna have to take some class over the summer (I have to email my counselor to get info), either health or speech, in order to fulfill some credit requirement. Apparently you can take all the electives you want, but you still need to do the required stuff, during the year or the summer. On top of that, I still need to do PE for next year, and it's going to be hard for the reason that I can't just take two semesters of the PE class for the credit (again, I have to email my counselor) so I have to end up playing golf. My mother asked what the alternative was, to which I replied I would have to play a sport of some kind. Can't I just be a lazy ass like I have been these last three years?

So, last day of the last official week of school, then a finals week of four half days, which means I'll have to frantically get yearbook signatures in certain classes. My friend Cole/Hollie, naturally, wanted to draw a huge penis in mine, which is why I'm getting a lot more signatures before them so that the penis, at the very least, won't be large enough to make a too awkward moment between my mother and I when she looks over my signatures. I don't even know why I bought a yearbook apart from that reason. Fact is, it's memorabilia, a piece of my childhood. My middle school years, my high school years, all preserved within those books. My friends all sign it, giving me an idea of how socially successful I was that year. After middle school, they progress from mere signatures to heartfelt messages and the 'kiss of death', as Whedon deems it, the sole phrase "have a great summer".

This year I've actually made an effort to not say that godforsaken phrase, trying to instead say nice things, things mutual between the two of us, things about the other person. My go-to phrase for when I'm signing a yearbook of someone I don't know at all is "I've seen you around, you seem cool. We should be friends", thus resigning them to automatically become my friend by apathetic convention. Friendship doesn't have to be something that's complex, actually quite simple. Just by calling a person your friend to their face (or to their yearbook, but that merely delays it by seconds), you can quite easily make them your friend. Friendship is easy, depending on the right people.

To say this was a philosophical blog post isn't entirely a truth. I did go in-depth with my thoughts, more than most would, but mainly this was a post for the purpose of venting. These last few weeks have been quite stressful, and I've finally gotten around to writing a blog post to decompress from it. We all need to relieve our stress, one way or another. Some people do it by beating the everloving fuck out of a copy machine, others do it by conquering all of Asia. You can probably guess I'm somewhere in between, good luck figuring out exactly where.

One more weekend, then a week of stressless lack of obligation (after all, AP's are over, so finals week will be easy). After that, I'm home free. Summer's coming, guys. If it hasn't reached you yet, it will soon enough. You will be free.

Alright, I'm done. It's the end of class anyway.