Up again, at a "normal" time where I have time to get myself ready! Who knew? Grab Sonic Youth (first album) for the ride until...

I hit a squirrel. Not 50 feet from my house. It came out, I swerved, it swerved with me. I feel it go under the car and look back, and see it flip over and then lie still in the middle of the road. I feel bad about it all day, but getting over it now. It totally wasn't intentional...

School is... well... Last friday in AP Psych we took a quiz and Mr. Schroeter was absent. Long story short we can't find the plans, but find the quiz. Take quiz with books and in groups. We find plans 20 minutes before the end of class saying that it's suppose to be a regular quiz. He finds out and is pretty pissed. Decided to not make the quiz count. Oops. Oh well, as long as he doesn't completely hold it against us for the rest of the year...

Spanish was interesting. Everyone was gone for teaching, so we only had about 8 students. Ms. Mac just let us work on our homework for the class. Eventually it gets towards the subject of prom, and she went around the room asking who we would go with. I replied that I was probably not going to go. She seems visibly upset. I asked if I went to my junior prom. I said I did not. For the record, I was out seeing a What Cheer Bridge and Slavic Soul Party show at AS220 that night with Pete and Jay, and you can bet your ass I had more fun there than I probably would have at the prom. Probably more fun than some of the people that actually went. Anyway, she says that this prom is different, it's local, no limos, just nice and low-key. I can see where she was coming from, but those aren't the reasons I didn't go. I barely can stand being in school with most of these people, I'm probably going to be worse outside of school (well, I'll be polite outside of school...)

English... eh, faked it.

Physics, do a lab on Pulleys with Joe and Kevin. Get one result that doesn't seem correct. In retrospect we probably measured wrong, but we didn't have time to redo it.

Home, internet, dog walk listening to Matthew Good's Avalanche. Homework... and then an experiment.

For reasons unknown to myself, I decided to test how long I could listen to 92.3 PRO-FM. For those of you that don't live in Rhode Island, this is the Top 40 station. I started somewhere around 6:30, and stopped around 8. What I found was two or three good songs amongst a sea of clunkers. I finally pinpointed what I hate about mainstream hiphop. It lacks funk. Old school hip-hop (Afrika Bambaataa, LL Cool J, Ice-T, NWA, Grand Master Flash and The Furious Five) was taken from MCs spilling rhymes over funk and soul records and breakdowns. And those things had FUNK to them. Or at least what this white boy knows of da funk. Listening to mainstream hiphop, all of the funk is gone. I don't know why, but the drum programming completely lacks funk. It might be a funk line, but there is no funk to it at all. That and the same damn 6 synthesizer settings. I really, honestly, felt a little sick after a while. Like tension was filling my stomach. I don't know if it was something else, but it might have been an actual physical reaction towards something I dislike.

In an afterthought, after playing along to Sonic Youth (Oh my god that felt good), I turned on the radio back to 92.3 to see if I could stomach a little more. They were playing the same song I had ended on an hour earlier. AN HOUR EARLIER. As in, they probably have a music library bigger than my house, and they played the same damn song they had played AN HOUR EARLIER. I knew right then I had to stop.

And in order to heal my ears, I'm listening to XTC's "Knights In Shining Karma" right now. Oh Andy, don't ever stop...

Ok, really, my mp3 player on shuffle, but still, it's better than that shit on the radio.

And I feel I can honestly say that having listening to a straight hour and a half of it.