I think I'm getting into my routine for real now.  School's starting to seem real...just as real as cross country meets and practices and everything.

We have discussions in English class.  It's the time where 16-year-olds try and sound like big boys and girls with their non-original thought.  I am guilty of it myself, I know.  But everything important has already been said, hasn't it?

Or has it?

 I aim to find out, maybe.  Me, a philosopher?  No freaking way.

There are many things I ought to be doing right now...numerous homework assignments!  Practicing for my playing test on Friday!  Oh wow...that's real soon, isn't it?  The whole four-day-week thing has got me a little scattered, maestro.

Mmmm, DVD piracy!  Once I get done with this anime, I plan to conquer the three-hour opera that I know I won't have time to watch this week.  It's Wagner's Tannhauser.  I've never seen an opera before...actually, that's a lie.  I've seen Porgy and Bess.  I've never seen a romantic-era opera, how about that?

So anyways...I've got twenty-five minutes of practicing to do.  Approximately twenty or so minutes of English homework that I could potentially do right now.  Some calculus homework.  Ugh...calculus is a little tedious.

You know what?  I think I'll feel better if I grab my English, so I'll do that.

Just a heads-up: it's still hot enough outside that a parking lot at 3 PM will burn your feet if you walk across it barefoot.   Not like I made that mistake.  Not like I was too lazy to put my running shoes on...;P

I need to make contact with an old friend of mine, but I'm a little apprehensive.  I've never called him before, but it's essentially my only way to reach him right now.  He's a rather intimidating character, too.  And for whatever reason (actually, I know the reason.  It's just a very long and uninteresting story), everyone seems to harbor a grudge against him.  Either way, I have his number, and I probably ought to call him evench.