yay. i officially love my teachers. while, yes, that was a blatent lie, in my position, its really almost a possiblilty. u see, tonight was the dreaded date of parent teacher conferences. i know. its hell. anyhoo, my teachers must have found the folded hundreds that i left taped under the handles on their car doors. thank god. this of course means that they lied more than...dare i say it...our amazing president. or maybe even our buddy barry bonds. please tell me u know who barry bonds is. if u dont, stop reading this now and pick up any sports page from the past three years. at least tell me youve at least heard the word "steroid." arent links fun? i dont know what im talking about. never mind. you stay classy san diego.

guess whos going to see green day!?!?!?!
thats right! MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
i can tell that ur excited. the tickets arent on sale yet, but my buddy's dad got some. i was pumped, as im sure you are. i just wish i wasnt so poor. because now i have like no money. but what can u do. the best part is that anne marie is jealous. thats all i try to do in life. yay!

today was such a boring day. during church history (i know...church history...why would i need to know this) i was so bored i drew a picture of my hat. i continued into geometry, and finished in english. i started drawing the back in spanish, and ill probably finish tommorrow in religion again. what a pointless activity. anyhoo, there was a bright spot to the day. in science, i had an excuse to use the phrase "raging gonads." arent you jealous. well, technically, i didnt have an excuse to do it, i merely saw an opportunity and ran with it. im telling you, it would be a great name for a band. im not sure why i thought i should say it, as we were talking about mitosis or something stupid, but then again, one time i forgot how to spell my name.

i know that this is my third post in like twenty minutes, but i cant control myself. i have people from all over looking at my blog! yay!

i was talking with some of my friends about the super bowl and the name of former u of m standout and patriot quarterback tom brady came up. immedatly, the girls present nearly fainted thinking about him. is he really that sexy? i guess maybe i just dont understand, because i am not gay. dont get me wrong, im fine with out homosexual friends; im just not one of them. did u see me use a semicolon? im so proud. anyhoo, its time for my daily proof that our world is on way too much crack. plus, it makes me trust british people, like tony blair even less. i guess that a british army pilot used some extremely expensive and dangerous helicopter to, get this, deliver pizza to his girlfriend. come on. i guess that hes just desperatly in love. or he was trying to make a few bucks. either way, im definately not going to sleep well tonight.

hey hey. i got my report card on friday, or maybe saturday. anyhoo, my semester grades are as follows:
honors world history - B+
morality - A-
geometry - A
honors english - A- (a %94.44. god i need one more hundreth of a percent. why.)
spanish II - A
honors biology - B+
yearbook - A

for morality, i got A's for both quarters, which counts for 80 percent of my grade, and an A- for my exam, which counts for 20 percent. wouldnt you think i got an A? but no. what can you do.

anyhoo, i found an...interesting...activity. i have been bored before, but i dont think that i would ever engage in cheese racing. apparently they just put slices of cheese on a grill and see which makes it to the end first. there are whole websited devoted to cheese racing. wow.

now, i might be a gullible person. for a moment, i even believed kurt cobain was dead. it was only for a second of course, as i have since realized the error of my ways. but even this seems a little too strange to me. apparently in norway, the government was considering banning fishing with live bait, unless a study proved that the worms feel no pain. naturally, they decided that they did not feel pain. the disgusting squirming they do is just a reflex to having a hook in them. they might feel something, but it is not painful. right. they also decided the same is true for when lobsters are placed in boiling water. i guess that horrible high-pitched scream they do is just another "reflex"? it seems strange, but if norway says its true, it must be right. theyre smart right?

im so angry. as im sure many of you remember, about a week ago, i posted to alert you all to a senator from oklahoma proposing legalizing cockfighting, but only if the roosters wear tiny boxing gloves. in this week's sports illustrated, which i received yesterday, their weekly "sign of the appocolypse" was the same thing. i guess that they're reading my blog. while i am a little proud, i am still very angry. but ill get over it. but now, its time to tell you all about another wonderful world event. apparently, a college in wisconson had a group of students that were raising money for the "adopt a sniper" foundation. their rundraising technique was selling bracelets (like the livestrong ones) that had the phrase "1 Shot 1 Kill No Remorse I Decide." wow. doesnt that seem weird. i dont know, but it seems creepy that these college kids "decide." im scared.

ha ha. those crazy germans! they sure are silly. especially the cops. apparently a police officer in germany gave one of his fellow officers a parking ticket while he was setting a speed trap. thats right. he was parked illegally in order to catch speeders, and his partner gave him a ticket. come on. he defended his action, saying that "traffic regulations apply for everyone." while this is true, hes still being stupid. i hate people.

yay. my classes all turned out ok for the 2nd quarter. a b+ an a-, and the rest a's. yay. i guess all a's would be the best, but there is no way thats happening.

come on phil. i dont think that i ask too much. i mean, for gods sake, it it so much to ask a rodent to not see his shadow. but, as usual, punxsutawney phil saw his shadow, meaning six more weeks of winter. im so angry. stupid animal.

ok. gross. i tend to think of myself as a pretty tough guy (it helps me sleep at night), but even this it way above me. who would cut the pacemaker from his mothers chest with a kitchen knife immediatly after her death. well, apparently some texan would as a result of a battle with the insurance company. but who am i to judge. maybe he had a good reason to do such a thing. it just seemed weird and wrong to me. i dont know. just tell if norman bates moves to grand rapids.