It seems like half my friends had a great day, and the other half had a shite day.

What did I have? Half and half. Yes, I had a coffee creamer day.

(ooo... I actually like the sound of that. I'll have to use that phrase again.)

Woke up with ten minutes to get ready. In otherwords, no time to shower. Luckily, I took one the night before so it wasn't too horrendous... but there's nothing like waking up to scalding hot water in the morning.

The morning started off like shite. Hauled ass to Japanese with little to no time to breathe, and guess what? Surprise kanji quiz! Damned Lee sensei's girlfriend dumping him during 7th period two weeks ago... The quiz was surprisingly easy though. Still, I was cursing left and right in nihongo (mainly saying shit over and over again) while I was studying. Hooplah. At least I'm getting extra credit for teaching the class when I do.

(tangent no. 3203: they're playing a documentary on the underground music scene on Sundance, and Fischerspooner is now rocking the audio and the video. Oh yeah.)

Then to English with a really good discussion on 1984. Sure, I had to BS my study-cards, but at least I got through the class. The work is starting to get piled on thickly... I have a prewrite for a persuasive essay due next class. At least I have a topic in my head already: comparing Oceania's use of war propaganda to the Bush administration's "War on Terrorism." This assignment is so mine.

Thanks to the PSATs, that period was super-extended so the "asian triumvirate" headed down to Medcalf where HAN fed me wheat chips and I filled out those senior superlatives superquick.

Off to lunch where Em, Mike, Nikki, and I ended up in a five-minute conversation about New York and RENT... while standing infront of the cafeteria enterance. That was great fun though... even if I had Claire chomping on my arm for an entire minute like white on rice... which is completely true when you think about it, and if you know the both of us. Follow that with another discussion/argument with Nikki over the existence of fake crab (made of tofu... and yes, it DOES exist) since she hates this branch of restaurants for having crab in their cheese wontons. Yeah, she's vegan.

In commercial design, I kicked mucho ass by getting through all five lessons in a short amount of time. With a few minutes to spare to go back to the art room... and watch people play spaz again.

In art we took mucho notes which once again proves that asians kick ass. Michaels: "So the first people to ever develop a paper making method were... guess who? THE ASIANS!" Yes, my art teacher is such a rice queen. Following the notes, we went off to our paper-making ways with sis and I cutting up the fabric that we'll be soaking in bleachwater for two frickin' weeks. Yeesh. At least it won't end up looking like someone had their period all over the felt like Nikki's... hopefully.

HAN had her hair in two high pony-tails and Mike was having a hard time taking a pic of her. So what did I do? Grabbed her 'round her neck and forced her head up while he went ::click::. The photo looked like I was sprouting a head from my chest.

Afterschool. Now THATwas hilarious. Bought a pumpkin from the teach for the big ol' carving contest (to be judged on Thursday) and everything got nice and messy. I had loads of fun with the steak knives carving into my General Electric gourd (read: carved out a light bulb). Everyone's is no where near as extensive as last year's was (Aki and her crazy dragon design), but we had fun shit-talking eachother. Hell, I still smell like pumpkins.

Mid-carving, we had a pumpkin pie eating contest. The contestants being: a member of the gay mafia, a member of the jewish mafia, a member of the gay asian mafia (me), and two non-mafia people. No hands eating... soo damn easy. Told you Nikki, I could down that thing in half a minute. And I did. And I won. Had to lick the paper to be completely done, but hey. Unfortunately, the video camera didn't start recording, so it won't be in the senior video. Fortunately (well, depends on whether you want to see me with pie all over my face) we have plenty of pictures. Yes.

Then there was the marker war between Kells, Mike, and Amanda. Ah, battle wounds in brown prisma. Effing hilarious. Nevermind that there was a lot of pumpkin guts on the floor at the end of it.

Patterson has unexpectedly become the Calixtos' chauffeur... but not really. Tis cool though; we shall repay him at some point with... something. Kick-ass birthday/xmas present? Sure, why not.

Right, time to bother people online.