So, there's this kid in my class named Manny. He has this afro that seems to be a different size every day. I know it sounds absoloutley ridiculous, but I have this theory that he might be a Chia Pet. Yes, a Chia Pet. One of those things you pour water on and herbs randomly grow on top of it. I think he puts little seeds on his head, gets in the shower, and then... WALLA! A perfectly round afro is placed upon him. Yeah, I'm stupid. What you gonna do about it?

Have you ever had one of those days where you just felt like crap for no reason whatsoever? Like you're suddenly hit by a wave of dullness, or you've stepped into a pile of accidental guilt? Well, I've just witnessed one of those days. It was not very pleasing. I still am, to this very moment, feeling horrible inside. And I have no idea why. Blegh. On somewhat better terms, I am almost 100% sure now that Chris is a confused and/or closeted homosexual. I was around 99.9% sure before, but now I'm just 100%. Me and Taylar have been following (not stalking) him around and taken a few notes on the way he acts and portrays himself. We have also noticed the little gestures he does, and observed how he acts around both girls and boys. I'm not saying that this is good, I'm just saying that at least NOW I know. I really wish people would not hide their sexualities. There really is no reason to. Sure, there are a lot of ignorant idiots out there. But there are also alot of accepting people. Not everyone is horrible. "Let the poets cry themselves to sleep, and all their tearful words turn back to steam" (One of my new favorite song quotes) Chao!

Lately I've been attempting to get into Belle & Sebastian. If you don't know who they are, they're this really cool Scottish indie-pop group who seems to nail the subject of any topic they sing about. I discovered them while listening to the Juno Soundtrack, which, in case you didn't know, is one of the most strange yet amazing soundtracks of 2007. Anyways, here are (by my ranking) the best songs: 1) "Piazza, New York Catcher" Ahh, you can never go wrong with this song. The vocals are fantastic, and the rhythm and lyrics are super catchy. It's also based on a true story. I vote this as the greatest song of the 2000's. 2) "Seeing Other People" If you listen to this, it will get stuck in your head for hours. For some reason, the piano intro kind of reminds me of Charlie Brown. 3) "Expectations" 4) "Like Dylan In The Movies" 5) "Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying" If you want something to sing along to, sing to this. Well, there you go. Enjoy?

Well, today was pretty good. It wasn't as cold out, and I didn't have that much work to do. In PE we finally stopped playing European handball, which is pretty awesome, considering our team flat-out sucked. We lost 12 games... out of 12 games. The only thing I'm concerned about is this boy me and my friend Taylar hang around. Chris. We were observing him today, and we noticed some things. Some things that should of been noticed before. You see, Chris is always trying to prove his self-proclaimed "manliness" to the world by bragging about himself and accusing other people of being "fags". Me and Taylar finally came to the conclusion that he is, in fact, uncomfortable with his sexuality. I mean, why else would he be like this? I've seen it all before. I still can't get over the fact that I didn't see this coming. Well, whatever. I'm going to continue commenting on songs and dreaming about a better tomorrow. Chao.

Tomorrow is my sister's twelfth birthday, so we're skipping school to go to Universal Studios. We're gonna spend all day there, drinking Butterbeer at Hogwarts, eating overly-expensive turkey legs at Jurassic Park, and riding all those stupid roller coasters that everyone seems to love. The only problem is, it's going to be cold tomorrow. And I honestly don't think I want to encounter all those terrifyingly fast rides when, 1) It is already windy, and 2) I am already freezing. So, what am I going to do? Huh. Desicions, desicions.

Today, I'd have to say, was pretty suckish. First of all, I forgot to take my medicine this morning, so my stomach was aching all throughout class. Every time I moved, or made a gesture, my stomach would twist and churn, and the thriving pain would corrupt my body. Or, in simpler words, it hurt. Like hell. My dearest Steven -- my favorite little comedic red-head -- has started to ignore me. Yes, ignore. And I don't even know why. I tried talking to him. I tried waving to him. I tried so hard to get him to actually acknowledge my presence. But all of that failed in the end, which just proves that I suck. At everything. All the people who claim to be "non-homophobic" and "non-sexist" just end up screwing themselves in the end. I mean, who do they think they're fooling? If you can use the word "cunt" and "faggot" as a noun, verb, adjective, prepositional phrase, and transitional phrase then just face the ugly truth: YOU ARE PREJUDICE. I think the only part of today where I wasn't angry or upset was this morning, when my best friend, Justin, handed me a present decorated in wrapping paper. "Open it," he said, shoving it in my hands. I did. I think I almost died with excitement. It was the book I had wanted ever since I had eyed it at Borders -- "Cobain Unseen" by Charles R. Cross. Well, what do you know. Christmas is every day.

All I wanted to do was get the Wiper's "Return of the Rat" on Frostwire -- but noooo, apparently not. I guess the stupid program's too corrupted with mainstream music to include these precious non-mainstream punk rock bands that I cherish so.

I don't care what you say about her, she is a pure genious, whether you like it or not. If you Courtney-bashers would actually take the time to read her lyrics or listen to some of her music (and by that, I am talking about Hole, not her solo career) I think you would actually like her. So quit calling her a "slut" or a "motherfucker" or whatever you guys seem to spit every time you see her ugly face. No matter what she does, she's still one of those great rock stars. Do not comment if you do not agree.

Jimmy Fallon is my newest obsession. Guess who's watching all the early '00 episodes of Saturday Night Live? Haha.

I am not a basher. If you read my last journal entry, you'd probably automatically assume that. I was just really cranky at the time. So forgive me if I hurt your feelings. Don't take it too personally. Since I listed all the things I hate, here are the things I like: Grunge. Punk rock. Alterative. Classic rock (woot). New wave. Blues. Freestyle rap. Some pop, like the Cure. See, I'm not a hater.