"You make me come, you make me complete, you make me completely miserable." -LIT

Damn, I love that song.

Second to last day of school, and things are winding down. Today I said goodbye to all my senior friends since today was their last day here. Hard to believe that when I just get to know them, they have to leave. Considering how I hardly ever keep in touch with people from a distance (with those few exceptions), I might never be able to see them again. But oh well.

Speaking of sad goodbyes, watching the prom episode of American High... and the series is beginning to finally end. Watching the endless pagent of hoping, wondering, asking and waiting for an answer, then the endless beautification rituals both sexes must pursue before the event... Well, I've been wondering what my senior prom would be like. This year the lucky upperclassmen got to party over at the Luxor casino (the black pyramid one) instead of a typical one in a high-school gym. Ideally, it would be so much fun to have the big party in the observatory of the Stratosphere tower... but the space is far too confined. But perhaps it's best not to expect too much.

First test of the day? English. Relatively easy, a few questions with unknown answers, but my deductive reasonings let me figure out which answer was correct... hopefully. The pre-test evaluation sheet for the class was easily filled out. Naturally, Ms. Miller scored very high in my perspective, although we wasted so much time. What's interesting was hearing what she thought of our class on the first day (::pointing to different students:: attitude, attitude, attitude... they're dead) to how she thought now (::pointing to same students:: pushover, pushover, pushover, sarcastic... I like). I guess I have a tendency to forget that teachers have first-impressions of their classes on the first day much like the students for their teacher and classmates. At the end of the test, we attempted to watch the rest of A Midsummer Night's Dream, but was cut off during the great play scene. Damn.

Second exam was biology... done in an hour. The whole class that is. So, we have an extra hour to hang out and talk. I played many rounds of speed and bullshit with Leilani and friends. Won a lot (speed) and did ok (BS), being the avid cardgamer I am (when I'm bored I play spider solitare set on the highest difficulty... either that or freecell). It's easy to succeed in BS if you can read facial expressions easily. Yep. During the game playing, I had the soundtrack to MoulinRouge in my cd player and was listening to it. With his test done, Kevin S. comes over to where we sat and asked if he could listen to the cd (he's also another extreme MR fan). So, in the middle of a round of BS he raises the volume to max and starts singing one of the songs; "Come What May" sung by Nicole and Ewan. Actually knowing the songs, I start singing too (Ewan's part) and Kevin is singing the other one. Well, before we realize what's happening we've ended up singing to eachother... a love song no less. How interesting. Too bad there's no interest there, really there isn't.

Nearing the end of class, my bio teacher Ms. L comes over and she plays one round of BS with us (insisting on saying "you're kidding" than the actual term to be used) before quitting. So, final grade on the exam: 95. Not bad, not bad at all.

Afterschool, the family eats over at a casino buffet (good food, especially the potatoe pouches) and then to another casino closer to home. There, sis and I go watch Shrek (very disappointed since the earliest time for MR would've made us late for the evening's further plans) (but Shrek was actually a good movie... definitely NOT a kid's movie, but a good movie). After the movie, dad picks us up and we go home to warm up a bit before rehearsals.

Church next. 2 hour rehearsals under the bright stage light. Not fun. Leanne (fellow LVAer) became really bitchy when she found out that she lost half of the notes for her physics test. Ouch. So, I gave her a massage and temple rub to help calm her down. Too bad it didn't work so well, but at least she said that she felt slightly better.

Afterwards came the b-day celebration of my uncle at the chinese restaurant my family frequents on social gatherings (it's either that place or the illustrious Bucca di Bepo). Not much to note.

... Oh yes. During the "nutrition break" between exams I went with my sis and I to go buy the literae digest for this schoolyear. Very early in the year people submitted stories, poems, plays, and artwork to be used in the magazine. Judges had to pick out the pieces which showed artistic talent, imagery, intelligence, and complete loyalty to the expression of emotion. What I found rather interest (and quite the ego boost) was that my poem Streetlights at Supersonic Speeds made it... and I was the only freshman in the whole magazine. Wow. I feel honored...

But how some of the poems got into this magazine is beyond me! Well, have to write about that later when I've finished reading the whole damned thing.