Monday, September 8, 2003

That has drained my life so low.

I was depressed for the earlier part of today. Why I can never say, it just hits me and I just get in the mood that is so.

History cheered my up. I love my teacher, and I love learning in that class. It...the teacher makes it fun.

His name is Greg (to gs?) Schimdt. Heh. He's so cool.

In his room he has all these interesting posters and stuff.

One affectionately says, "Where's Waldo, the Anarchist," and it has this goofy picture of Waldo. Heh.

I still remember those books. They were so pointless but so entertaining.

"Oh, oh, there's Waldo!"

"Oh, oh, wait, that's not him, that's a fire hydrant! Damn!"

Heh.

His fire sign has fire brushing on it, then, bold letters, "HAIL SCHIMDTLER."

Below that, smaller, "Holy Schimdt."

Great stuff. Laughing is the only thing that makes all else seem worthwhile.

Also he just has this way with himself...it's sort of dorky, geeky, which is something that I can really understand. I mean, being King Dork the III should let me know this much.

Geometry is actually okay because I have a good teacher in that class as well. But it makes it harder for me to actually follow along with him as he teaches.

His name is Mr.Kosse. The first day of school, he put steel into our bones, fixed us with poison, and made us scared scarecrows feeding on corn.

Heh. Not really.

Entering Kosseland is like entering some place where you know where it's going, but you don't know why it's going and when it will stop.

I say Kosseland because that is what affectionately calls his dwelling. And he looks just like what I think a mathmetician would appear to look like. He has that fuzzy beard, those pointy glasses, the wide but pleasant face.

Yeah.

He's really funny.

As he was drawing a line segment, he said, "We've got our line segment here."

And then, someone else in class was all, "You mean crooked line."

Then another said, "A string."

Kosse started laughing, as did a lot of other people in the class. "That was just cruel," he said. "Just cruel. I'll get you back, you just wait."

Then, on an earlier day, he was asking what other things a rod was used for. Someone in class said a fishing pole. I was thinking the same thing. Heh.

Hm. So yeah. Day was fine and all, depressing at times, good at times.

After school I went with Chelsea from my Journalism class out to sell ads. That was pretty fun, just being around someone new, I guess.

The first place we went was Sta-mart. I walked up, asked for the manager, they told me she was there, then they called her.

She was this snobbish fading woman. You know how women look at their 40s, they look faded and losing their beauty. That's what she looked like.

I came over, did my song and dance.

"Hello. I'm from the Century Star, the newspaper at Century, I'm wondering if you'd like to buy some ads to put into our paper."

She laughed at me, and it wasn't a kind laugh. It was a mean laugh.

She of course didn't buy shit. She asked for my brochure, I gave it to her, and me and Chelsea were off.

Walking out, I smiled, sort of smirked at Chealsea. "I still can't believe she laughed at me," I said. I meant it in a humorous way. Chelsea took it like that. We laughed together about that.

Then we went other places. Target. Wal-Mart. This store called Journey's. Denny's.

At Denny's, as we left, Chelsea walked out in front of me, then let go of the door. It slammed me right in the elbow. I walked over to her, laughing, saying, "Well thanks for holding the door open for me."

Heh. That was fun times selling ads. I kept bringing up how that manager had laughed at me like I was such a loser, and we kept talking about other stuff.

I had forgotten to call my parents nearly the whole time. They didn't know where I was or what. So I called them, got the usual.

"You're in serious trouble," was what my Dad said, all terse and sour. Like he always does.

After that Chelsea soon dropped me off, and I was off to home.

I ate some Ramen Noodles, then took my brother swimming again. I kept swimming back and forth through the pool like last time. I still feel tired from the chlorine.
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