Wednesday, August 27, 2014 "El Walking and Comas."

Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Week: 2
Songs to Remember: Hot Baby - BESTie

        After thinking about the amount of time I've talked to El since school started, I was like "Woah s***, I've talked to her in class like, 10 times. It's already been 2 weeks?!" Yeah I don't remember what I talked about at all.

        Just some news, my dad's brother, my uncle, had a stroke. It happened about 2 days ago I think. And no need to feel sorry for me, it's alright. My dad was like "You're cousin is pretty upset. You better tell him on Facenovel" and he told me to tell him "I'm sorry for what happened to your dad, he'll be out soon" and I'm just like "Why have me do it? This is just like the time when you unnecessarily talked to that girl telling her 'I'm sorry for you' on that bus trip at Yosemite". Like, that's not something someone should do, or actually, it's not necessary. If my dad were to have a stroke, I'd rather be left alone and think for a while, rather than be constantly reminded "I'm sorry for your dad, your dad, your dad" over and over again. It'd make me even more upset. Anyways, I hope he makes a good recovery. It was probably die to high-blood pressure, though I'm not too sure.

        Then it got me thinking, if I were to be in a coma, what would I do? Well, be a vegetable, for one. If were to be in a coma, just read to me all the posts from my blog, including this post, and yell at me "WHO ARE YOU" I love that phrase, it's my favorite question, "Who are you?". I don't kbow, why, I just like it. Also be sure to play " All Those Friendly People" for me too.

        So, onto school. I took notes on World History. Enough said. Today the teacher explained how we have to answer questions and wrote sentences regarding 15 vocabulary words every week. Not so hard, but with all the s****y rules she put in place for how we come up with the sentences, it makes it a lot more difficult.

        Chemistry was men, I tries to say hi to Yue in class, her and I and some other people got to class early so it was pretty empty, and I waved as she was looking at me and uh, got nothing. And this is why I have greeting issues. We took notes on converting units of measurements, like grams and meters, then we had to complete a worksheet on conversion. Pretty easy, pretty meh.

        And so now, after chemistry class, is when the gates of hell open. 'Course it still does when the lunch end bell rings, but now it's also after Chemistry. Yes, P.E. Yeah, that thing yesterday, my problem, yeah I'm kinda over it. The life problems part at least, I still want the dude who called me "nervous kid" be f***ed over. I knew I should have never picked Volleyball, and there's not even any cute girls here, ones that date me anyways.

        So we had more partner practice today, but luckily my buddy, one whom I know but don't really hang out with but is always in the same P.E period as me, decided to be a sign of hope for me and be like "At Drew, let's partner up" and I was like "OH THANK YOU BASED BUDDY". We worked on setting today, in Volleyball. Pretty casual, if I do say so about P.E.

        Lunch, then gates, etc. The teacher went over a new lesson, we work on a worksheet in class, finish rest for homework, etc. F***ing word problems man, I swear. I still do em' even though they're confusing as s*** and not relevant to actual reality hut whatever. I mean, who wants to know how many pencils are produced per hour out of 1000 pencils?

        So as usual, I walk to 6th period, Chinese, somewhat hard, sonewhat easy. Just kidding, things are pretty brutal, I thought it was gonna be a cakewalk on the beginning. I mean, the teacher was just talking, I mean, we colored pictures, it seemed pretty easy. Then the teacher layer it on us and I'm just like " Ffffff, I'd still take this over math and English". So today El was wearing something different than usual. Her clothes were pretty classy, I guess. We said Chinese words and stuff, and that was pretty much all we did in class today.

        El and I always walk home (not exactly home, but like, the same route out of school) everyday now. Not bad, not bad. I got to think of more things to talk about instead of her teaching me me Chinese. Yesterday, Yue and I (I still think it's pretty punny) were walking out of chemistry and I was like "What class are you going to next" and I didn't know if had asked that already or not. She responded with "Honors pre-cal" and she looks at the textbook I'm holding and she's like "I see you're in Algebra 2/Trig" and I was like "Yeah, I'ma be taking pre-cal next year, but u don't know if I should take honors or regular" and she was like " *gasp* Regular of course!" And then we're like "Bye".

        After that, I was like " Conversations through observations, not bad, not bad". I'ma have to make note of that. As I was saying, El and I walk out, and she sees this dude, since like, yesterday, and she was like "Hiii!" And they hugged yesterday, and today it was like a bootleg "hello" and my 15 year-old introverted social-anxiety-ridden mind's all like "What. Why don't I get hugs" Just kidding, I'm just trying to not have my paranoia or jealousy get the better of me, like it usually does. So we walk where we usually walk, and she continues to walk with me even past the path where we're supposed to go separate ways (she usually goes home through the front of the school and I go through the back). I was all like "Okay, I'll go along with this". But all I could think about while she and I were walking through the back of the school, I was just like " Hooooooly f*** is it hot". When my WeatherBug all said it was going to be sunny, it's going to be sunny.

        El was testing me on my knowledge or some common Chinese phrases like "Ne shi xuesheng ma?", which by the way, means " Are you a student?" And I didn't even have to use Google translate for that. We walk to crossroads and she's like "Are you going that way or that way" and I'm like "That way" and we go our separate ways home. I'd be surprised if she walked with me through the back of the school, just to walk with me, and has to walk all the way back to the front. If it were that case, then I'd do a big "Hell yeah".

        So it's 11:58 PM, writing these posts everyday help my self-expression in which I keep inside of me all the time (if you think about your own personality, you'd ask yourself "Wait, why do I like this?" And it'd be really weird. It's like that thing where you read "You're now breathing manually, and you start breathing manually. Weird right). It also helps tiring myself and my hands out for bed. Sooo, uh, tomorrow's Thursday. See you tomorrow. And I probably forgot something.