今天化學課的時候，幾個男同學沒有很仔細弄一個試驗。其實這個很好笑。他們無意地把一個木頭的櫃子放火。一小時以後，消防隊來到我們的學校。但是，我覺得很差勁。我們的教室沒有什麼損毀。很可惜阿…

明天我們有一個郊遊到 Cedar Point 去玩過山車 (roller coaster)。我想假裝我有病，所以我明天不需要上學。

誒，我寫的中文這麼樣？

我應該寫西班牙文。

I thought I was so fucked last Tuesday, the day of my Computer Science AP exam — I oh-so-foolhardily indicated on my Student Pack that I would be taking the AB exam, when our course only teaches the material in the A subset. I was confident in my Java abilities and thought I could learn it all on my own… haha, well, BIG FUCKING MISTAKE. Turns out, there were many more topics than I thought, and I ended up making a desperate cram attempt several nights before the exam. Try learning lists, stacks, queues, maps, trees, hash codes, and GridWorld grid implementations all by yourself in two or three nights. Yeah, it’s just not gonna work.

But by some errant fluke of fortune, when I arrived at my testing location on Tuesday morning, I discovered that someone had neglected to order the AB version for me, so I gleefully took the regular A version instead. Which was easy-peasy, by the way.

So… in short, SAVED BY SOMEONE’S FORGETFULNESS. But I still have all this crap about key sets and TreeNodes floating around my head like discarded trash…

Tangent: Note to self: Kill S-chan and/or Yachi.

I took a three-hour nap right after school today. That in itself isn’t very unusual (I usually average three to four nowadays). However, for the first time in memory, my nap exceeded the length of time I spent sleeping last night… which was two hours.

Nap > sleepy time = not good.

We had an annoying English assignment where we had to develop a character in a two-page piece of fiction. My friends, like the n00bs that they deny they are, spent the entire day asking one another in a tone of atrocious presumption, “So what did you write about in your short story?” And then waited for a response like someone waiting for a butler to serve them breakfast. Which was infinitely irritating. So I rejoined with varying hedges, alternating between the likes of “A hamster that ate a mutation-inducing marshmallow” and “A magical watermelon which endows the bearer with powers of flight.” My story really isn’t so horrible as to warrant concealment, but to tell the truth, there are a small number of little “problems” I keep finding in the manuscript… like factual inaccuracies, clichéd descriptions, oversimplistic characterizations. I almost want to cover my draft with little snide comments. Like, in the masterfully produced sci-fi action film Ultraviolet (this is relevant… just wait and see), the protagonist lives in a country controlled by a totalitarian government, and in the beginning when she’s infiltrating some government facility, she addresses some guy (whose ass she later kicks) as “Comrade Doctor.” Even though, as I privately ruminated later, the government is not communist. So when writing that piece of dreamlike shit, I tried to emulate a different, otherworldly setting by having everyone address each other as “Comrade.” But the location was based on stuff I’ve seen in our suburban town in our oh-so-capitalistic nation, so I’m not so sure whether my depiction was valid…

This is the first post I’ve written since my WordPress 2.5 upgrade, by the way. I really like what they did with the admin interface.

Musical update: We now bid adieu to the aristocratic Versailles and welcome a lesser-known indie band, a visual kei anomaly consisting entirely of females. Say hello to exist†trace and their most recent mini-album, Annunciation -the heretic elegy- (accessible through the “Currently Playing” link above).

Unfortunately, there aren’t many high-resolution promotional photos of exist†trace, and the group shot I obtained for this rotation is unpleasantly grainy… although I did my best to touch it up with despeckle filters.

My deepest apologies to Misaki-san for my insensitivity. I seem to be abusing everyone I know lately.

I’m not sure whether I want to continue writing this blog… I’ve been feeling anti-blogging for several months now, and the upkeep of this site is beginning to feel like an unpleasant chore. Perhaps if I’m actually capable of producing good/original writing… well, perhaps. Perhaps I’ll convert this blog into a writing journal. But I’m not sure yet. The story still has yet to be written.

* Is that something like when you find an injured bird and it dies, and you weep and naively think that it’s gone to a better place? *coughs disbelievingly*

And hey, there’s a week left before spring break…*

I am spending way too much time at the public library.

Homework… must work…

Haha, this is pretty sad.

Note: The aesthetically flawless WordPress theme before you was designed completely by myself. On the downside… I think I just reduced my lifespan by five years.

* Actually, that’s more like, “GODDAMMIT!!!!! THERE’S STILL AN ENTIRE WEEK LEFT!!!!!!!!”