you know what's complete bull shit?

i'm not allowed to go to any pool parties cuz "teenagers are very aware of their hormones."  yea, ok... and yet my 13-year-old brother's still going to pool parties.  and he's pretty damn aware of his hormones, at least more so than i was 3 years ago.  then again, 3 years ago was 8th grade.  i wasn't really aware of anything for that matter (tom'll testify to that).  but that's besides the point.

it's still complete crap.

on a less whiney note...

"do you want a guy with a big ass?"
"no, but you don't want a guy with a flat ass, either. there'd be nothing to grab at."

needless to say, the free periods when people don't have finals can be fairly interesting in between all the spazzing and worrying and shit.  ^_^

schedule goes as follows, for now:

1 - lit - werner
2 - calc - brooks
3 - spanish - ticona
4 - history - falvo
5/6 - accounting - simonetta
7 - b lunch
8/9 - business management - verducci (1st sem)
8/9 - stats - peiffer (2nd sem)
10 - gym - politi (1st sem)
10 - gym - loeffler (2md sem)
11 - physics - d'alessio

anyone know how good these teachers are?  and who's got classes with me?

hm... is there anything signicant going on in the life of la cricket that could possibly humor you?

nope.

me: mom, i have an extra credit project in lit.

mom: is it a group project?

me: yea.

mom: who are you working with?

me: bec, steph, bill hnath, and jon hogg

mom: what are you doing for it?

me: *speaking very fast* well, there's this scene where holden is sexually frustrated so he hires a prostitute for $5 and decides that he can't have sex with her cuz she's a complete stranger.

mom:  *goggly-eyed* so who's playing the prostitute?

me: *thinks: damn, she caught the prostitute part*  err... well, since i kinda have the reputation of being the most innocent, steph and bec thought it'd be funny as hell if i were the prostitute...

mom: what?!

me: well, it's not like i'm going to show anything.  all i do is look like i'm taking off my shirt and then they're going to stop filming and the next time the camera goes on, there'll be a big piece of black cardboard in front of me for censors.

mom: *slightly relieved, but not entirely* oh... *thinks: well, since it's extra credit and all and she's not gonna show anything, it should be fine...*

and here i thought she'd have a heart attack and drive off the road and into a ditch, where we'd die and then my mom definitely wouldn't have to worry about me playing a prostitute.

but it'd have been pretty funny if she did.  i mean, sure, we'd be dead and all, but i'd be laughing my ass off in hell.  funniest way to die...