I just woke up from a three hour nap. For some reason, I always figure that I'll just wake up early and finish my homework, but that never seems to be the case. For example, I set my alarm clock for 5:15 am thinking that I was going to finish a Chem lab. As it turns out, I pressed the snooze button every nine minutes until 6:30, which is kind of funny now that I look back on it. Obviously, I was dead tired when I got home. I've also decided that whoever made it so school starts so damn early in the morning is one ignominious bastard.

Today is a day to use overly strong words.

I went to the Dublin High Improv show last night with Alan and Stacy. The only reason I went was because Lucas is on the team, and I thought he would entertain me for a while. However, the night ended up being pretty much a waste of time as their team coach, Mr. Cline, was the host and would not permit any "foul play". I must admit though, Lucas is one funny guy, even though me, Stacy, and Alan were the only ones in the audience that thought so. It was honestly very sad that any member of my improv team could have easily gotten more laughs than their entire team combined. I'm quite extemporaneous myself, to be quite honest with you. It actually made me want to play some improv games myself. Our next show is in February, which is quite a long time away, so I guess I'll have to entertain myself until then. The best part of the night was when I made everyone go get ice cream with me at McDonalds. I'm such a sly bastard.

I noticed that sometimes I can make the best out of the worst situation, or at least have a laugh at it. I quietly murmured, "Shit," when I saw what had happened to my car after I parked it under a lamppost in the cold winter. I smiled at the irony, as if God himself were looking at me, about to shake my hand and say, "You sir, have a great sense of comedy." Anyway, after seeing this, I decided I'd skip lunch (I didn't have much money anyway) and go to the local car wash to get this mess (Hahaha! The irony.) cleaned up. I looked around the gas station mini mart for a couple minutes as if I were going to buy anything before I slapped down my "frequent car wash" membership card. The man at the counter said, "I'm sorry, but the car wash is down." You can't possibly comprehend how discouraging this was. It was more discouraging than the goddamn puritans being thrown in an icy hoosegow until they got chilblain and DIED. Speaking of which, my history teacher was telling us about the different torture techniques the Americans used during the Philippine-American war. The tube down the throat was my favorite. I imagined that the soldiers would play some kind of game, trying to create elaborate designs with the tubes when they stuck them down the prisoner's throat... almost labyrinthine in a way. The only thing that made me laugh even harder was when I imagined the soldiers throwing some triturated salt on their wounds. Okay, none of this actually made me laugh per say, but I at least smiled. I think I chuckled at once or twice.

I have been having the most wonderful dreams. The other night I had this one where I we were recasting parts for our play, and for some reason I was sick so I couldn't make it. The best part about dreams is that even when you're not there, you can still see everything that's happening. It just knocked me out that there were professional men in business suits that were trying out for MY part in a high school play. Eventually, one man by the name of Clyde Wellsdale who was very professional stole my part, and I grew very angry with my drama teacher. I told her that once you cast someone into a part, it's sacrosanct - there's nothing anyone can do about it. It should be a goddamn law for chrissakes. Anyway, I woke up at this point and started laughing like crazy.

I was having a cigarette this afternoon and I was looking at how great our backyard is starting to turn out. I forgot to mention that we're having some people work on it because my mom wants it to look nice before Spring rolls by because our grandmother wants to garden. Anyway I was looking at these Sumacs that the gardeners planted and thought that it would be terrific if I made a fort or something that I could hang out in when I was bored. You know, after a long day at school or something I could hang out in my fort and have a nice glass of Hermitage. Then I could have camporees on weeknights and get an award or something. None of this happened, actually, I just wanted to use the words "sumac" and "Hermitage". Some people might find that cute, now that I think about it.

It's getting late so I suppose I should be going to bed soon. I've been eating way too much fast food and gaining some weight, but I felt it was okay because everyone gains weight around the Holidays. I've just drifted into a state of torpor. Doing sit-ups and push-ups just don't seem that thrilling anymore. The only thing that makes me sad about all of this is that the chances of having a sweet demoiselle walk by and asking me to court her are slowly declining. Don't worry, I'm not becoming a fat ass.

Nevermind, I'll just stop there. I'm becoming so damn garrulous!

cya.

-george