If evil goes down

Friday the 13^th.



What's scary about today? Hardly nothing unless you count some vengeful person killing off people in some summer camp. All I've got to state.

Well, do ya, punk? Do I feel lucky?

Since today's chock full of lucky goodness (that sounds like a lucky charms bit)-- Nothing. Just filler. Thought that I might put this in because there's a significant gap between my last thing. Since then I've watched Fast Times as Ridgemont High and it was killer. And I finally finished reading Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment and I read As You Like It by the guy who adores shaking his spear. Also playing video games to pass time. Oh, yes, other films too, yet not as nearly shocking, I guess.

Gots me my diploma

So, by and by, I have graduated secondary education. It wasn't a great big deal; it's over at least and, yeah, there's nothing that I've done that makes me want to relive those days. All night party went down (there was something fishy about the bus ride--namely the fish smell--how did that happen?) at some eatery, on a boat, and at some arcade. Not that particularly great, I suppose. Here's what I won at the arcade place (think Chuck E. Cheese's and there's tickets that come out of whatever game you're playing and you can redeem them for prizes):



Good shit, right? Damn straight. What else am I going to say about that.

Should I become a Cook-Chef

On to les foods: While scuttling around the fantastical asian supermarket found the most surprising snack.



In the native tongue (Koreans) we call it "Dak Dari", but in common people's language y'all can call it "Fried Chicken Snack". It's some pretty good Asian snack and it seriously tastes like fried chicken, which surprised me much. Definitely worth trying, I think, if ever stopping by at some..Korean or, I might even suggest Japanese market (I don't know if other Asian grocery chains carry this snack, it's quite rare and difficult to find, in my opinion).




Something else I've totally discovered to be delicious was Häagen-Dazs pineapple coconut ice cream.



It didn't seem all that appealing at first, but it actually tastes good--there's the coconut churned in with the ice cream itself and then the pieces of pineapple sprinkled about the whole confection. I happened to try the "extra rich light" variation, but I saw there was a regular version (there's just a little bit less calories, then?).

The younger rises as the old doth fall

Things have been rather weird in the past, uh, almost a month a so. The most strangest event involves the photography teacher, my friend, and her new best "acquaintance". God. I was gone for, like, two fucking class periods and now there's this--bond? Super plot to make the teacher exploitable? I don't understand and I've been given minimal information about this whole situation--"alternative lifestyles" of other teachers, including a retired one who I admired with great fervor (that was relatively, uh, devastating), other questions of sexuality and likability, and clubbing. Initially I was rather upset because it just seemed so ridiculous to go to those lengths to delve into the personal life of some guy who you have so many coincidences and who happens to be some thirty years your senior. Yeah. Fucking ridiculous shit, the way I see it. It almost makes it unbearable to face this friends..like really awkward. What the hell? For fuck's sake, how the hell did this shit come together. Pisses me off--fucking extensively.



Well, other accomplishments during this time have been the completion of reading King Lear (Shakespeare!) and Song of Solomon (Toni Morrison!!). Let me be the Cordelia to Milkman and Hagar can envy everything we have. I'll be the Edmund to Guitar and base my motives on the Seven Days.

Other than that I have nothing else to say or do for the time being.

I forgot it was cas fri..damn.

Thinking and even more thinking. Although the week passed by rather quickly, every single day lagged on and on and there were some immoral events that occurred and even more so to come. There need not be any specific mention-ings, but I will hint at the scary, troubled things..ahem, hem. In all honesty I am not really looking forward to the weekend. Maybe just Saturday because I am terribly obliged to take a test--much like the fucking SAT but not nearly as supposedly important. I'm truly upset about that; I would rather sleep in, play video games, or even start being serious about not procrastinating. That damn test totally ruins my weekend, although it was never that great to begin with. I am going to be visiting some university on Sunday. Something I am absolutely looking forward to next week, asides performing a skit based on Molière's Misanthrope and and economics test, is a four-day "vacation" to Boston/Amherst, Massachusetts and the surrounding areas of interests in the east. Buffalo, NY? That brings back memories of some guy.

I've also noticed that my mind has retracted to an elementary state. The majority of my thoughts are very similar to the ones I had back in grade school. I don't know why. It's strange.

Death it.

Officially the worst spring break; everything thing this week terrible--the weather, the studying, the depressing anti-motivational talks--awful, awful deeds. Not fun at all and it's my senior year in school and I was at least expecting some kinda good times. Well, there's that for you. To top it all off: test tomorrow! Awesome.



Oh, check out my easter. This bunny ain't giving out any eggs or candy kids. It's more or less dead like the enthusiasm I have for being at the moment.