Up this morning, listen to Mike Celleme on the way in. Borrow dress shirt and pants from my dad as mine were accidentally thrown in the was by me. Oops.

AP psych interesting. Watch "Everything You Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid To Ask" scene about ejaculation to tie into motivation and sex. Very funny. Spanish is a complete bore and I worry about Mrs. Mac bitching for no reason. Manage to snag a pass to the library and work in there for the rest of the period in silence. Watch "Little Miss Sunshine" in english. Good movie, wish I saw it earlier. Although everyone in the class talked through it, I managed to enjoy it. Well, they were quiet for some scenes, not others. I have a feeling they didn't quite "get it". Physics, next. Pray that i didn't fail the test. Go to my car for the dress clothes and then off to the elementary school.

Teaching was fine. Way easier than last time as we knew what to expect. Jamie still took a long time with the name tags, but oh well. We were actually semi-on time! The velcro posters she made are great. I noticed this one boy "Sergio" (his spanish name given to us) who is very overweight is new (he was absent last class) as well as other new faces. We start reviewing, and call everyone to sit down on the rug. Samuel is very eager to the point where I almost accidentally step on him! I ask him to move back and he complies. Everyone is a little bit rowdy today but we manage to calm them down. I notice Sergio and Benito have a scuffle. I almost wanted to talk it out but they seem to fix it within 5 minutes using words which is good.
They end with coloring and we get the hell out of there, with straight 4s across our rubric. Huzzah.

Home: Short dog walk, homework. Procrastination on composition again. I know I know it's killing me but I just want a night off...

I'm looking up anything I can find regarding Chris. For those that don't know, he died August 12, 1995 in a car accident. From what I know, he was in a road trip to see the largest whirlpool in the world, and was sleeping in the backseat without a seatbelt when the car hit the middle of the road with an oncoming RV. I have no idea how old he was, he must have been 20 or 21, very young. I don't honestly remember a lot except him making me laugh all the time when he was around, and the fact he had two albums by two different bands under his belt. I remember playing them at my request at my grandmother's house. I'm sure he was embarrassed, because that's how I feel now whenever someone plays my EP in front of family...

What is making me look up stuff about him? I found a video on youtube of some high school kids from 1997, making trouble and basically doing what high school kids do. Honestly, it was almost like my friends, and I guess that I want to think that my high school experience is different, because my high school is small and shitty, but a lot of high schools are small and shitty. Doesn't change a thing. Most of my older friends though picked fucked up whacked out music though, and they're in pretty cool places. I guess I'm doing something right/wrong. Hopefully it's right to the right people, and wrong to the wrong people.

I miss him, what I remember about him. I know there is a portfolio of his things downstairs I looked at one day, including a list of indie record labels... The more I think I about it, even if I do go to college, I will make a career in music. Part of this is that list of record labels, for some odd reason. I don't know if it inspired me, or what. But I think I will, for better or for worse, become a musician. On my own terms, of course ( would you expect nothing less from a member of bands called Troop of Echoes, House On Fire and Cockslap?).


Looks like I will be sleeping in the living room next Easter. I don't mind. It means I'll probably just listen to my Brian Eno albums and look at the ceiling all night, or the stars if I really feel bold. Not a bad way to end a night if I do. Or hopefully Tim and Katie will take me out somewhere, or we'll all do something as a family.

Speaking of Brian Eno, I have been listening to "The Big Ship" for quiet possibly 20 minutes now, on repeat. You should probably all do the same at least once every 5 days.

Meeting with Mike Sunday, should give me enough motivation to work my ass off until then.

Shower then sleep. But not before listening to The Big Ship one more time...ok maybe two...