Why do I have a feeling that I've become more of an observer than an activist? Just a thought.

And the lack of posting probably has some sort of correlation to the above statement.

I figured that I should post something other than "turn this f*cking music off before I go and kill/kiss some sobbing emo boy."

Oh, right. Didn't mention the last part. Yes, I have an urge to kiss said emo boy. Except that he's not really emo. Well, if he is then his band-major tendencies show through just a tad bit more. One day I find myself sitting in my US History class quietly nodding my head to some music that I was hearing inside my head ("Candy" by Ash, if you must ask) when I looked over and I though: "Hmm. I bet his lips are soft. He probably won't mind if I try suffocating myself on them." I shit you not; those were the exact thoughts running through my head.

Luckily I hadn't made any sort of move to do so, otherwise people from school would definitely have something to talk about concerning me. But ha, I won't give them that opportunity.

One would think that I knew better than to consider kissing said guy. Especially since he's straight. Not like a rainbow, but like a ray of light. Nevermind the Physics reference I just made.

Still, since then there's been about five or six guys walking around school that gets me into the (metaphoric) raping mood. As in me running at them full speed out of no where and placing several strategic lip markings on the (un)fortunate victim. A libido is as much of a blessing as it is a curse.

So, any new happenings worth mentioning, one would ask?

Randy's semi-bummed that Flavey and best friend had been going out behind his back. He's still as annoying/endearing as ever. Lack of humor concerning my feigned deity complex could use much tweaking, but he has made it his semi-daily goal to break my patience during Japanese. Given the company that we keep in that class, it doesn't take much. I sincerely believe that half of the class (namely the half that aren't on my side/area) are in dire need of lip plates, mouth guards, and other gag-inducing items.

Oh, and Marc Copely. Gotta love him to death. His album cover uses the whole black, white, and red that Mr. Wainwright's did, but I wasn't too miffed after several viewings. Doesn't hurt that he's practically eye candy. And talented eye candy at that. Athenis said that he sounded like EverClear, and I'm inclined to agree.

APC went much better this time around. Two things that I need to improve: developing some way to silence the group (possibly by developing better oratorial skills) and removing usurpers from positions of power (i.e. Didi's constant intrusion into the front of the class). I appreciate her work, but the extra governing isn't necessary. On the other hand, I don't want to come off as dictator-esque by telling people to shut up mid-meeting. It was easier when I was only the VP; I wasn't on the top of the chain of command. Along with Didi was Justin, who is a tad bit used to being in a seat of power. Both were consciously or subconsciously diverting a sense of authority away from me.

It's really quite annoying when that happens. But the club definitely needs to have more groundwork added. We're far to large this year (compared to Pride Alliance) to have a familiar and overall unorganized comfortable atmosphere. Yeesh.

Hopefully others will take some sort of initiative in researching possible charities, activities, etc. that the club could participate in... but that's an awful lot of wishful thinking.

Looks like my Psychology class won't be as horrendous as I thought that it would be. How could I tell? I got a perfect on that "paper" we wrote. Which kicked my grade up a nice 8 percent. English appears to be the class to worry about. My group got a C for our "patriotic" alphabet book; points were deducted from inappropriate subject matters, "unpatriotic" undertones or lack of incorporation, and several errors within the different classes of sentences. Blech. And that is why I hate group projects. Individual projects are fine, but I have issues with trusting others to meet me halfway with work.

Hell, I have trust issues period.

Karen's bumped me up to 'best-friend' status. Very very awesome, yet I can't help feeling guilty.

By the way Karen: if you can remember any of the dirt you had on me (but for some reason forgot) I'll give you cookies for each one you get right! And pie if you get all of them down.

Went to Costco and bought an obscene amount of... baklava. They had one of those assorted baklavas, so naturally sis grabbed a pack. Dad and I gave the thing two days before it completely disappears.

I can say with conviction that the honey they use for it gets awfully sticky.

At the registers one of the "bagging" boys was a spitting image of Percy Weasley from the Harry Potter books. He had the whole Irish-red hair, pale skin, tall and willowy, and slightly freckled image about him. Very very nice.

What's not so very very nice: emo boys who take it too far. While helping Treat and Michaels with painting the gallery, these two friends of Jessie's came over. Both were tall (probablyy 6 ft.). Both were skinny (i.e. the size of my wrist was the maximum width of their bicep). Both were stubbly ("but not in the sexy way, more of the overall plague theme"). And both had squeaky voices.

And wearing pink shirts. As cute as that may have turned out to be (guys wearing pink is very adorable, even if it is on insufferable arrogant pricks who're only doing it because they're pledging for a frat while still in highschool) it looked almost grotesque on them.

On the plus side, they both had great personalities.

Now that I've come full circle, it's time to close up this entry. Hopefully I'll be able to speak to Rica in person about a possible hostee position.

Ta.