Captain's Log: School, Week 1. Space Time...

Oh hey again. I just thought I would write a continuation for those who slightly care about how school is a-going. So this is basically how it's rolling:

Period 1 - English
I don't really like English anymore if it keeps going like this. I have Beckman, and her class is really boring. She made us do this thing about the story of our lives, including writing a poem, making a collage, and drawing a road map all on a silhouette of our heads. At least I get the chance to make jokes about Bruce from Family Guy while I'm being bored with other people.

Period 2 - World Civ
I sit by people who I never talk to at all, but other than that it hasn't been horrible. There are some people I can hang out with when we do projects or whatever, but overall I don't think it will be that bad.

Period 3 - Bio Lab
Yeah, I don't take back the most boring class ever phrase I said before. Brasted has a boring voice, and she makes us write what we're doing that day for some reason. Which I don't get why because she makes us also keep a list of assignments and the day we did them all, as well as keeping the agendas on the board all day.... Oh, and I sit by really awkward guys. Pretty much sucks.

Period 4 - Geometry
This is the class with the awkward teacher who doesn't stop stretching his legs, talking in a high and low-sound voice, and talks about irrelevant things like Olympic running right in the middle of a lesson. Uhh, what? He has a really messy handwriting too, plus with me sitting in the way back, I sometimes don't get what he's writing. For all I know he's drawing some guys running in Beijing. But, while it sucks to sit in the back, it's also an advantage as I can see out the door and into the classroom across the way, which I have friends in. So I can totally wave like the cool guy I am.

Period 5 - P.E.
P.E. sounds like it will be pretty cool. I actually have friends in this class, unlike my previous periods which is unlucky, so I'm glad. We haven't even been doing anything all week either, so I've just been able to chill and talk. But I have a military general for a teacher - he seems like he can be alright at times, but he'll screw you up if you make one wrong move. So I'm trying my best not to get on his bad side.

Period 6 - French
Ahh, French. Not my favorite subject, but my favorite class from yesteryear, as you probably know by now. This year is even more interesting - our Period 1 from 9th grade always knew we were the best class, but not like THIS. See, this period has a majority from the only other period from last year, with 5 people from my class. And, as it turns out, almost EVERY SINGLE (and I'm not exagerating!) one of them are quiet and kind of awkward. But from our class? Not so much. We're usually yelling and laughing the entire time while they watch. Our teacher doesn't really care because we're usually still paying attention (usually... *cough*), and now the others are starting to kind of lighten up. But, apparently there's a reoccuring joke in the class that I have poofy hair. But we can get into that later =P.


So yeah, there's your status report, you belly-rubbers.

I'll write an article tomorrow, promise!

School, Red Rings, Fancy Shoes, and an UPDATE!

Ugh. Less than three days until Hell rises in the form of school. Actually, when put into a different perspective, that's 65 hours until the first bell rings for sophomore year. Only 65 hours.

I'm only a little bit anxious to get back into the swing of things like seeing friends again, but then again, so far the only class I have with the people I hang out with is French. I know I'll probably meet more people, but it kind of sucks. PLUS I need to make a decision if I want to see if I can get into an English Honors class last minute, and if I decide to do so, my whole schedule will change.

But I'm not only pessimistic! I'm Josh. I can't wait to go back to my regular, obnoxious rituals of passing the That's What She Saids left and right and making awkward moments while talking about black guys and A-1 steak sauce.

But anyways... here's a random post o' fun.

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If you remember my post from a while back, you would've have known that my Xbox 360, did, in fact, die. But this time, it didn't pull a Phoenix - it's gone.

The night it passed away in it's sleep (No, I am NOT being too dramatic about it!) I went onto Xbox.com and registered my console so they could send me a box with the shipping and handling payed so when I got it I could send off my Xbox in that, free of charge, to the ol' repair shop. Along with that, they sent me a UPS tracking code so I could see if the guys in those big trucks were slacking on the job.

And, sadly, they are.

"SPECIAL EVENT!"

Uhh. What does a "special event" have to do with interfering with getting in a truck and sending me my box?! You're a postal service - why don't you just send it to a WORKING post office so they can send me it?

But no. They're making us go up all the way to Newbury Park for a BOX. So much for this being free...

They never even said what was so special about this event. What, did your building get termites and now you have a huge circus tent over the place and you can't go inside? You know what, that's not even ridiculous enough. My bets are on the workers are just too lazy to do their own freaking job.

According to the Xbox website, minus the costs it takes to ship to and fro, it takes 3-4 weeks for them to get it fixed. Which really means "screw you, we'll finish fixing it whenever we feel like it."

I'm missing Rock Band 2 for sure now.

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Guess who got awesome shoes? Not you.

A couple days ago I had to come to the conclusion that I needed new clothes for school. So I went down to Pac Sun and got clothes and stuff, but the cool part of it was that I went to Vans and got some insane slip-ons to hang out with my already awesome skull ones I bought a while back. The thing was I got them for 30$ which, I think, is pretty good. Totally good.

But I couldn't live at school with just slip-ons, so I got these puppies too.

Yup, you see correctly. Black, green, and purple shoes. I'm just that awesome.

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Alright, now is the time to dig your memory. Remember that time way back towards the end of school when I went on a field trip to a French restaurant and I got that pepper steak? Well, the steak was pretty okay. I thought it was alright.

But, now I'm not so sure about that answer. I could've potentially been eating mold in my food. Here's why...

So, uh, that very same restaurant I went to was on KITCHEN NIGHTMARES WITH GORDON RAMSAY, the yelling British guy from Hell's Kitchen. And at the end of the show, he didn't use any of the improvements that Chef Ramsay gave him. That worries me.

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Oh, maybe a new article tomorrow or tonight. Depends on if I feel like it.

French Food, Rick Rolling, and African-Americans.

So, not much inspiration for a real post today. But I'll tell you about all the random crap that I've been up to!

- Tomorrow I'm going to some French museum in Ventura on a field trip. I'm not quite sure what we're doing but the real reason I wanted to come along was to go to this fancy French restaurant afterward. And to get out of school. But mostly I just wanted some food.

We had to order in advance, and I ordered "Steak Au Poivre" (pepper steak) for my main course. It was a better choice then rooster and some raw salmon or something like that. Anyways, according to my ace investigating skills shows that Pepper Steak is in fact not French... but Chinese.

Its French food... so its probably made of snails

...I was going to delete that link saying it was Chinese when I figured out I put in the wrong thing, but I thought it was funny to just leave it. Here's what I'm really eating.


- Today I had to finish up my health report, just in case I get back from the field trip on time to turn it in. Its about child abuse. My health teacher doesn't give a crap about anything though, so I'm thinking shes going to probably read the first page and grade it on that because shes lazy. So what did I do? I made a DRAMATIC PHOTOSHOPPED COVER PAGE.

That's a broken baby bottle on the floor.... Intense...

See, I wasn't kidding by it being dramatic. I mean, I took more time on my cover page then I did on writing the frickin report. I mean, stare at it. You get from the feeling of the blank, lifeless room with a rocking horse and shadows that something bad HAS to be happening behind the scenes. And then the shattered bottle just shows that not everything is going hunkie dorie.

...Feels like your heart has been pulled out of your chest and just smashed, amirite? And no, I'm not refering to The Temple of Doom.

SPEAKING OF THIS HEALTH REPORT...


- Noting to myself that our health teacher just sits there all day making us take notes on videos not even remotely relating to health (...she made us watch ABC, which happened to have Oprah on), and also noting that she would probably only read the first page or so, when it got time to write the last little bit of stuff for my report, I decided to do some inside jokes.

And that inside joke happened to be Rick Rolling.

Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down

For those who haven't been to YouTube in the past 2 years, Rick Rolling is when you send a link to your friend saying something exciting like "Look what Bush did on tv LOL" or "NEW FALLOUT BOY VIDEO YESSSS!!!1" ...and instead its a video with the lovely voice of Rick Astley. While sometimes people will send links to websites that you can't get out of (like this one), to most it gets annoying very quickly (which I honestly wonder why... who doesn't love a nice Never Gonna Give You Up every once in a while??). But, knowing the lyrics, I decided to incorporate the chorus into my research paper...

-Ways to Stop Abuse Before it Occurs-

Sadly, as much as it upsets some, there are people who can't control abusing their kids due to mental issues or short temperedness. If you or someone you know ever shows signs of committing child abuse, think of a plan to stick with. Make a commitment, and maybe write this down wherever you can see it: "I'm never going to give you up, let down, run around, or hurt my precious young ones. Once these thoughts get put into action, their innocent eyes are going to cry. Also, I'll have to say goodbye, and when I told them I loved them it was all not true... And I hurt them." This can react to guilt on the mind, and keep a mental note that may just click the moment you think of abusing.

The whole paragraph sounds messed up, I know. If she asks, I'll say it was unintentional rhyming and ... I dunno, a big typo.


- Also, today in French, we got to go to the computer lab to finish up our reports. Me and my partner finished early, and so we were messing around with my friend Andrew.

Just to give some background, me and Andrew say we're black, but nobody believes us. So we do what normal black guys do... eat fried chicken and rap. (Really... we're not racist. So don't think in any way we are!)

So... me and Christina (my partner) were sending Andrew emails back and forth, and also having Andrew ask questions on Yahoo Answers. It was really funny, because he put up a question (which I can't find the link of) asking people to read and correct it. But in reality, he put up a piece of crap rhyming words with "dog", "bet", "het"(which isn't even a word), and "dead". So I answered back in the form of a rap. It was great.

But what was really awesome was later, Andrew told me to check my mail. So I logged in, and it came with a link saying "me in my younger years". So, clicking on it, this is what I got: Andrew in his prime...

Andrew was a pimp even in his elementary days

I thought it was the best email I've ever gotten. I almost fell over when I saw it. Just thought I'd share that with everyone reading...

Also, I probably won't be able to get in a post on Friday or Saturday. I'm going over to my dad's, and since he owns a PC, I can't go on it... BECAUSE ITS DEAD. Poor PCs. Haven't had one problem with my Mac, though! =D

So yeah, drink in this post while you can.

...Je voudrais une poulet-frite.

EDIT: Fixed the broken pictures.