Ok, so this one's just frustrating. I thought it would be a good picture, and everyone told me it was going to be a good picture (including the teacher) when they saw the "contact sheet" (aka, little tiny print) of it. But it's just frustrating, and didn't come out the way I wanted it to. Whatevs.

I'm thinking...not much else to say.

Ah well, goodbye (+goodnight) for now

~Mike

Yet again...

I actually just made a print of this one. It's pretty cool, but barely worth it for the like 45 minutes of labor it took me to get it just right. But the product is pretty cool. If you can't tell what it is, it's a few pennys sitting in snow. It took me like way too long to set this one up, too. I think the pennies are still sitting outside on the table on my deck. Wow.

Wayyy too tired. Goin to the beach tomorra... shall be fun... it'll be really warm, too, which will be awesome.

~Mike

and again...

This one was taken a few months ago (right before christmas)

Wow, my pictures come out horribly when you scan them in. It's soooo annoying.

Well, anyways, just decided to post pics. Way too tired/lazy to write much more. Well, maybe just a little more.

It's quite funny how everyone else in the Sophmore class reacts to the graduating Seniors, vs. how I react. Everyone else is sooo mad at them 'cause they get to gooooo....and like have an extra long summer. I'm just sitting quietly in the corner, chuckling to myself, thinking how terrifying it will be for them once they're graduating seniors. I'll laugh when they realize the bulk of their lives isn't in the future, but instead it is now. In a few years there will be no more safety net. No one looking out for you like your parents did. I don't really care what the others think. I admit it. I'm scared of going to college.

~Mike

As promised...

(my sister)

I'm rapidly improving from my sickness that I attained a few days ago. I can actually think now. Had MCAS today. Mad easy. They made it like so the lowest curriculum level had a really good chance at passing, so for me, in curriculum I, it was really easy. Like order of operations easy. Then I had way too much time afterwards. Everyone else brought a book except for me. And, yeah, while killing time, I made up this quote and now am determined to write it on every desk that I sit at.

"The mind is a book worth a million pages"

I'm such a loser. Oh well, at least I'm an intelligent loser.

But, yeah, my stupid chem (SAT II prep) class was so freaking boring. Sat around thinking about how much I'm gonna fail this test. Whatevs. I am only limited by the invisible barriers my mind sets. But still, I'm screwed. "520" was my score on one of the "practice" tests. Whatever. Someone drew a really crazy good picture of Einstein on the board, and that was pretty much the highlight of the last five hours of my life.

Soooo... more MCAS tomorrow...sister graduating in like a few days...summer in like a few weeks...sister goes to college in like a few months...I'm headed off there in a few years.

Wow, how time flies.

~Mike

Ok, it's been a long day. I'm so freaking sick. I can barely talk. Soooo... Volleyball season is coming to a close, and i'm sorta happy, sorta sad, 'cause there's many things I'll miss about volleyball, but there's also the down-side of volleyball.

So, yeah, this year has gone by sooo fast. Yeah, above is one of the pictures that I took in like the beginning of the year, but it seems like i took it like soo recently. I bet you can't guess what the picture is of, though. I've been meaning to post a few of them, so now I have. There shall be more to come, but I'm just too lazy to scan them all in right now.

Soo, in other news, I just finished watching the movie "Ice Harvest". Twas very interesting. It was like one of those movies where you had to pay attention, or else you would get like totally lost. And I didn't pay attention. It was still awesome though.

So, yeah, I've been watching a lot of movies and reading a lot of books recently that have like a ton of little metaphors that only the really close readers catch on to. I love finding all these little things, but sometimes I can't help but think that the author didn't mean to put them there, and I'm just finding random details that just happen to collaborate with each other to create a larger picture. I don't know. It sometimes happens in real life too.

But, yeah... uhm.... my throat is really killing me right now, so I better get some sleep.

I DONT WANT TO BE SICK FOR THE MCAS (like I was last time)

~Mike

what I feel like doing right now

First of all (before I forget) Just wanted to let y'all know, I'm officially on myspace-
http://www.myspace.com/whitefrog898

but, yeah, I've decided the movie "Animal House" is awesome. Saw it the other day, and Kent Dorfman is not a very good representative of me. The movie was so freakin old, though. I hate old movies for some reason.

But, yeah, I've just spent like an hour signing up for myspace, and now I'm one of those losers that like relies on myspace for like all their social interactions. Whatevs, I could have spent that hour doing some of my endless homework, but what's the point if I know I'm going to get the same grade no matter whether I work hard or not.

I'm so freakin dead 'cause I have to read this scripture thing in church tomorrow, and I haven't even gone through it once so far. I'll probably like fall asleep halfway through reading it. Ah well. I'm a good reader.

I'm like half asleep as it is, so I guess I probably should either practice my reading thing or go to sleep...(or do my homework)...

...I hope I make it through this year in one part...

~Mike

Ok, so the last few days (or rather the last week) have been stressful. Sooo much with sports, school, and chem sat 2.

So, yeah, pretty much, I'm headed to JV (as opposed to JV2), and I may be starting. But, yeah, today it really was annoying that the coach told me that I was going to play, but it really turned out that he didn't have room to have me play. So, they didn't have a JV2, so I basically sat on the bench the whole time, waiting nervously for my time to play. But, the coach never put me in, and I ended up wasting my Friday afternoon in some high school in Needham. I know it sounds pretty pathetic to barely be starting on JV, but w/e. Large schools and small teams really suck. And it doesn't help that I'm only mediocre at volleyball. I really would rather do track (or, rather, I'm much better at track).

But, school's been stressfullissssimo too. I've had an unimaginable amount of homework the past week. Been up studying till like 12:30 each night, and right now (at 10:20) my eyelids are already beginning to droop.

And so, goin on the walk for hunger on Sunday. Haven't raised any money or gotten any sponsers so far. Oh well, my parents will give a good 50 dollars, so I don't have to worry about it.

But, yeah. I'm just fine, and beginning to think I'm actually gonna survive this year. wow. Once I finish this year, I'm halfway to college. Once I'm in college, I'm on my own, self-sustaining, self-motivating. I'm really screwed, but I'll get better in 2 years.

Soo... my eyelids are closing now.
Byebye
~Mike

I've been thinking. The truth is I can’t remember her that much anymore. Those summer days at my house, when it was such a treat to have them over here from California. I can even remember the time when we visited them on our welcome back visit once they came back from Japan. The loud noises of a naval port still ring in my ears which my Uncle worked at. The bustling environment never distracting from the fun I was having with my rarely-seen cousins.

Everything I can remember about her seems like foggy movie I can only partially visualize. I can see us lying on the floor, laughing for at least ten minutes straight. We sure did have fun that day. I remember taking turns jumping off her bunk bed, giggling at the grumpy neighbor downstairs yelling at us to be quiet. She was like a silent giant. She wasn’t an adult, and she wasn’t a kid, but she sure was someone to look up to. I remember a day when I could see this teenager clearly. I could remember all the time I spent with her. I remember the day that both my parents came to pick me up from school. That day my parents took me and my sister into the living room after school to talk with us. That day, I learned from my teary-eyed parents that I will have to hold onto those memories tightly. That day, I learned that the fragile life of my beloved cousin had been cut short by a thick tree next to a windy road.
Even the memories that I find most important have slipped away over time.

~Mike