Like, school is really bad, but the whole society is pretty bad too.
I guess I may have a weird viewpoint on this, but it's very strong for reasons I don't even know. But the thing I hate more than anything else is just going to school and sitting in a desk doing things all day.
Just the sitting, at base metabolic rate, doing math problems and writing things all day.
So I have nothing important to say. I just felt like posting a journal with nothing really to post one about.
I feel really bad for gyping my soccer team. But they moved soccer practice to be earlier, and now I have to miss swimming to go.
And swimming is very important to go to.
So, how did I do during the meet this weekend?
There were about 20 13-14 boys, and I think I got 2nd.
But fortunately and unfortunately, there was a Progidy at the meet.
Not on the lines of Michael Phelps, or Ugur Taner, or even Ed Kim.
But a Progidy nonetheless. Worst of all, he was best in Backstroke. That's MY stroke! MINEMINEMINE!
I got 2nd to him in my best events, the 50 free and 200 back. But I beat him in the 50 back!
It seems like there's a Progidy at every meet. Just some kid who's probably just talented and at the top of his game.
I actually did something INTERESTING today!
Well first, the boring things.
So, there was a watch that I knew was somewhere in the house, I knew I hadn't lost it somewhere, and yet I didn't know where it could possibly be. I was a little worried, because my mom gets very angry about these sorts of things and she wouldn't be happy to know it was gone...
But, I was reading that article on Atheism Elph posted on one of Super Duck's journals, and I wasn't listening to any music, when all of a sudden I heard the slightest noise. It was a ticking!
Solving systems of 3-D equations.
Gawd, it takes like at least 10 minutes if you're doing them right.
But me, I make a simple error or two.
The math isn't hard, just long and with complicated, convoluted situations.
So I mix up a few signs, add things together wrong, and before I know it I'M WORKING EVERY PROBLEM 3 TIMES OVER AND CHECKING IT TWICE.
Gonna find out who's naughty and nice.
By that I mean it took me an hour to do 3 problems. When will I ever need to know how to find where 3 planes intersect?
It's kinda fun though, I feel so clever when I work all that math...
Ok, this is morbid as all hell, but I was wondering: If you were going to die, sometime in like the next week or so, and you could choose every single aspect of your death, how, when, where would you like it to happen?
For me, I think it would probably be on Thursday, as I'm scootering back from swimming, as I usually do, in the pitch black wearing a black shirt, dark blue pants, and a black coat along a busy highway.
So, for a record of my weekend, you could probably just go to Hannah's recent journal about Inception yesterday. That, and having a soccer game and a big cheap horror film marathon today were all that happened.
Oh, and I feel so old now, because at soccer practice I slammed my hip into a hot boy (Accidentally, of course) and it hurt for a while pretty bad, but got better. Then, at the game, the damp weather and running made it start hurting again, so now I have a bad hip. I feel so old.
I know I'm somewhat biased on this point, being gay, but I've always been a big fan of Autonomy.
There are some people who base their values on Maximizing benefits and minimizing harms, or Responsibility, or Care, or Fairness, but I've always been into Autonomy.
Well, I also really respect Responsibility, knowing you have to do things, owning that and doing it, I respect nothing more.
But, besides that, I just like free choice. I say legalize drugs, alcohol, sodomy, bestiality, incest, polygamy, I don't care what satanic orgies people are having.
Since entering high school, I've gotten out of touch with a lot of peeps. Most of the reactions I still have with my friends are just low key things, just to keep me happy and light.
Except that I still go to the Y every weekend with Uber Christian, and sometimes we bring 1,2,3,4,5,6 friends and have a little swim or run or weight lift or something else party.
And he also joined my swim team, so although all I have with him is boring Chemistry, I get to see him a little over the course of the day too.
I have lived 5,306 days.
I've outlived Mattie Stepanek by 217 days.
If I can make it 547 more days, I will outlive Michael Cuccione.
Oof. For the past couple days I've been all depressed.
For one, I rewatched the finale of Six Feet Under, which is by a great margin the best scene of TV I have ever in my life seen. But it's also sad, and makes me cry all the time. I suppose the part where they show Ruth, the mom of the family, dying on her deathbed is the part that affects me the most, as this is when the whole family is still together, and crying over her, and she just looks so sad...
Anyway, rewatching this made me despondent and thoughtful... Not good in itself.
Sheezus that was fast. I'll write my inevitable year reflection later.
Today, Chad was scootering to swimming, like he always does, and then a guy comes up to me and was all like "scooters are gay, you know man?" and I was all like wow. I didn't know people actually did that. Like, why would you just tell someone literally on the side of the road that what they have is gay? I just like still can't believe that really happened.
What a fuck up.
Optimism tires me out.
Well, life has all of a sudden gotten a lot easier. It's kinda dissapointing.
Because, of my three honors classes, chemistry, english, and trig, I don't really respect them.
Chemistry is pretty fun, despite the drab teacher, who is also lazy, so I bet I could put THIS...IS...SPARTA! on my homework and she wouldn't notice. But anyway, it's also really easy, and I'm surprised more frosh don't do it... (I have a 101 in the class now, with way little work)