So I woke up this morning and it was totally cloudy outside and sprinkling a little, and that RULED. I walked to school in the rain and it was awesome.

When I got to school and waited int he gym for the bell to ring, Tatiana came by, gave me a hug, and asked how things were going. When I told her I went back to dance she said SO genuinely "I'm so HAPPY for you, sweetie!" And I gotta tell you, you have no idea what impact it has on a person so just stop, say hi, and be interested in the person's life. I floated around school for the rest of the day just because of her.

We played Volleyball in P.E. and I'm happy to say the people on my team are actually NICE. When you miss the ball or a serve, they go "that was good!" and we had a lot of fun this morning.

Mrs. G, mah English teacher had a case of the crab-apple McNasties today, but when doesn't she? So I didn't care about her much. We had a fun talk in Government about foreign policy, and I love that our class only has 7 people, it made for a fun discussion. At lunch my ravioli spilled on mah lunchbox a bit, but not as bad as I thought it would, so no big deal. We continued watching Bruce Almighty and then went to 5th period.

We learned about viruses in 5th (AP Biology) today... Not fun pictures. We saw measels ad chicken pox and junk, and we thought THOSE were bad... until he changed the slide to smallpox. YOU EVER SEEN SMALLPOX??! If you haven't, don't try to google it. I almost puked, along with many of my classmates. But it was a fairly short period.

I got out of Trig, mercifully, half an hour early. And thus, I was spared from the world's most boring class ever. I watched Dr. Phil when we got home; kids that throw tantrums and crazy moms who whine that their baby took their life away; the works. I got the house ALL to myself tonight while Mom and Dad went to Happy Hour with their friends. They got me McDonalds and a McFlurry for dinner, WOO!

I saw High School Musical and finally realized what all the fuss was about. The music is so amazingly good, there ARE no words to describe it. The story was adorable, and it was an overall awesome first-time viewing. Now I must work my butt off to get the soundtrack. Miss M from dance class said we may do the play sometime soon, and I already know half of "We're All in This Together" and "Breaking Free" and a BIT of "Bop to the Top". I hope we do it.

BTW Mom, if you make me sit through Splash, you gotta sit through High School Musical. 'Nuff said.

And now I'm sittin with a coke, talkin to Squish, and smacking the French and Americans with wet beavers in my civilization game. (Um, basically that just means I'm kicking their butts.)

Life is good.

-Chi <3

You know, I was watching the original cartoon Charlotte's Web, and I noticed something at the beginning. Wilbur says his first word and then sings a song called "I can talk", full of the most insane adjectives, nouns, and verbs that even I, a senior in high school, watching a movie geared at little ones, don't understand. I felt kinda bad for E.B White, having just read the Annotated Charlotte's Web, and learning that White edited Wilbur's dialouge a LOT because only Charlotte was allowed to use big words and complicated prose.

Then I thought, dude, I wonder what he really is saying. And decided to dictionary.com everything and put the song the way the dictionary says it would go. I was surprised by some of it...

This is the original, with lengthy repetition of the chorus deleted; and I'll bet you don't know at least three of these words:

"I can talk!
I can talk!
I can actually, factually talk!

Isn't it great
That I articulate?
Isn't it grand
That you can understand?

I pop with perspicacity
I'm loaded with loquacity
My vocalized veracity is tops
Semantically each bit of me's
The verbalized epitome
My plethory of patter never stops!

It's wonderous and mystical
I'm hardly egotistical
Because of this linguistical aplomb
But speaking quite pragmatically
My self-esteem emphatically
Dramatically improved since I was dumb!"

And I love how after this song... near the end of the movie, this piece of dialouge goes on:

Charlotte: Of course I can lay eggs. I'm versitle.
Wilbur: What does versitile mean? Full of eggs?

Good job on the consitancy of Wilbur's verbal skills there, you guys...

So without further ado, the literal version of I Can Talk: (prepare to hold in boughts of laughter; I almost died at some of em; they don't fit at all.)

"I can talk!
I can talk!
I can actually, for reals, talk!

Isn't it great
That I utter clearly in distinct syllables?
Isn't it grand
That you can understand?

I pop with astute intelligence
I'm loaded with the state of being talkative
My outspoken conformity to truth is tops
In every sense of the word each bit of me's
The spoken representative or perfect example of a class or type
My not featured in the dictionary of repetitive tapping never stops!

It's wonderous and unearthly,
I'm hardly a big self-serving jerk,
Because of this language-related possesion
But speaking quite practically
My self-esteem with emphasis
Insanely improved since I was dumb!"

Someone was having fun with their new dictionary at Paramount apparently. Some of these don't even fit, dude... One word isn't even in the frikken dictionary. I wish my kid's first words would be that astute... And all the while I'm sure Charlotte is sitting on her web going "....WTF?"

Yes, I have too much time on my hands.

-Chi <3

This is me getting mom before she gets me. Honest. Read the date of the post.

You lose mom, you TOTALLY lose. BOOYA.

I am NOT afraid of opening crescent packages, but who DOESN'T jump a lil when the package opens, hmm? I can't even wake YOU up without freaking out like I'm gonna murder you, and I've yet to find a way to get your attention at the computer without giving you a heart attack, so THERE XP

MUAHAHAHAHHAAHAHA!!!!

So Cheri calls me today, right? Says she's writing a Charlotte's Web fiction and needs advice. So I ask her what she needs help with. She answers that it's always bugged her that "dad" is absent throughout the book, and wants to explain where he is with a fluffy fiction. Then she had the thought that maybe spiders are these crazy insects comparable to the virgin Mary who don't need a male to reproduce.

Now me and Squishy had this same question the night before, so I had already looked up the answer on Wikipedia. And our conversations are so weird, that I could say without batting an eye: "Cheri... Joy, Aranea, and Nellie do not have a father because Charlotte ATE HIM." There is a pause... Cheri laughs. "Heehee! Okay now seriously, I need to know the answer." I then hafta tell Cheri that she can look it up on Wiki herself if she feels so inclined, and she is then brought to another dillema.

Cheri: Do I want it to be scientifically correct or what?
Chi: Um, dunno... If you're going for fluff, probably not.
Cheri: Well why not?
Chi: Because "He left us" or "he died" has a bit of a different emotional impact than "I ate him".
Cheri: What would E.B. White do?
Chi: I suppose he would keep it scientifically correct and Charlotte would be all calm about it because that's just nature at work... But seriously, if you're going for fluff, change it.
Cheri: But what if someone calls me on it?
Chi:...
Cheri: What?
Chi:... Hon? Spiders and pigs? They don't talk. Or write. If someone calls you on the mating rituals of spiders, they have a few screws loose...
Cheri: But they might... Everything BUT the talking and writing are scientifically correct...
Chi: Then E.B. White shall haunt you forever and evers for screwing up his book.
Cheri: I'm not screwing it up if I change it, am I?
Chi: You're not doing anything, that's the beauty of fiction.
Cheri: So Charlotte SHOULD eat him?
Chi: Sure.
Cheri: But I want it to be fluffy.
Chi: Then she shouldn't eat him.
Cheri: But I want it to be scientifically correct.
Phone: *CLICK*

And somewhere in heaven, God is comforting a weeping E.B. White.

-Chi <3

I am sorry to say that I have been affected with a very common disease. This disease strikes people aged 16-18 all around the country, and sadly, there is no cure. This disease affects your ability to hold in bouts of anger and hatred for the people around you. The lucky ones are motivated by this disease, others are less willing to go on and give up altogether.

This disease is known as "Senioritis", I caught it at Sea World Camp, and it started showing symptoms the first morning back to school.

Today was my first day back to school after Sea World Camp and it SUCKED. I don't think I've honestly said I hated school since 7th grade when I was going through my angsty-teen phase. Every profile I have on the internet will tell you learning is among one of my favorite hobbies. A favorite quote of mine is "Knowledge is Everything". The only thing that will get me through the semester now though, is "Do right while all others around you do wrong".

This morning in government, I accidently repeated a new event my teacher already mentioned five minutes before. He was nice about it, my classmates cracked up. I got over that though. My english teacher had us watch an episode of West Wing and told us to pay attention because there would be an assignment on it. So I did. The assignment was to "analyze the two speeches". Now let me tell you something, I PAID BLOODY ATTENTION. To the whole thing. And I coulda sworn there was only one speech. So after class I asked Ashley if she got the assignment. She said no, she also thought there was only one speech. I went to ask my teach, but she wasn't there. So after school, I asked Julianne.

I'm so angry and I haven't even typed her response yet.

Julianne: Just write an essay.
Me: *in my head* No DUH *out loud* I understand that part, but--
Julianne: Just answer the questions she gave!
Me: I UNDERSTAND that part. But I thought there was only one speech.
Julianne: There were TWO. LEARN TO PAY ATTENTION. I was half asleep and even I know what was going on.

There is nothing on this god-given earth that pisses me off more than putting in a hard day's work and then being told I didn't put forth any effort. Especially by a student who is a lot more stupid than me. (That is a TRUE assesment, as my GPA is higher, she's not in NHS, and she's failing a class.)

I can't believe that I, Chiuhiro, am about to brag, but here it goes:

I am the hardest damn worker at Empire. Hands down. I am the only senior who went above and beyond to do her senior project. I work hard, I pay attention, I do my homework, I get good grades, I do what I'm supposed to, I know what I want to do with my life. For a slacker to tell me to learn to pay attention is infuriating. I go to a school where nobody cares. No one cares about their future, their grades, or their lives. No one cares. And I hate the environment. I was confused when me and mom visited Georgie because strangers waved to you on the streets and men held doors open for ladies. This is the most hick town I've had the displeasure to know, and it's sad that I didn't realize it until I went to Sea World Camp.

You know how I've always said I wanna work with animals because I hate people? It's a rare opportunity for me to find someone I truly like, or actually WANT to hang out with. So much so that I WANT to live alone in an apartment for my life, and won't feel sad or lonely. The only people I can really tolerate for long periods of time are my family, Squishy, and Zach.

BUT I spent a week at Sea World, and was floored to find that I WANTED to be around my roommates. Me and Darcey were joined at the hip, I called Lindsey over to walk with us whenever I saw her, Brittney was so sweet, Samantha was outgoing, Kaylen and Dana were polite and courteous, Theresa and Jackie had a great sense of humor. It was the first time, save from my family, Squish, and Zach, that I WANTED to be around people. I was amazed. I WANTED to be with these people.

For a week, I had a taste of a better life that's only five months away. I saw what good, decent human beings were, I saw what it was like to be surrounded by people who care about our earth, I saw what it was like to live away from this redneck town and spend early mornings caring for animals who know no right or wrong, don't judge you, and love you for simply tossing a fish in their mouths.

And it's sad that my standards have so been lowered that I only realized what a rotten place my town is now. Only five months to go. FIVE MONTHS, and I will officialy be old enough to fill out an application for Sea World's Education Department. In five months, I can live the life I lived for a week, and thank god to senior project for showing me what life will be like in the future, and giving me the motivation to survive the next five months.

I am no longer afraid of growing up. My peter pan complex has been cured. Thank you Sea World, for showing me that being away from home isn't so scary. Thank you Senior Project, for showing me that thngs can get even better than they already are soon after graduation. Thank you Julianne, Jeremey, and all the little snots at my school, for curing my fear of growing up. I suppose even under the rotten attitudes of my classmates, I should be grateful that I'm no longer scared of turning 18.

PARTAY AT MY DORM ROOM IN JUST A FEW SHORT MONTHS!!

Sea World Camp? Oh yea... I'll get to that later. Now is the time where I must post me and Squishy's final conversation before I left. Don't try to make sense of it.

Squishy: :3 la la la DUET!

Me: NOOOOOO trio D:

Squishy: TRIO?!?!?!?!? D: WHO DA THIRD?

Me: Ah dunno D: Les haff an audition

Squishy: OMG OMG FIRST CONTESTANT :3

Me: First contestent: *is a potato* :3

Squishy: OMG O_O..... SING MAH SPUD OF MUSIC! :3

Me: Potato: :3

Squishy: SING SING! :D

Me: Potato: :3

Squishy: OMG YAY WINNER!! :D

Me: But he a potato D:

Squishy: oh D: Yea you right.

Me: NEXT D:

Squishy: Goose: HI! :3

Me: GET OUT GOOSE, YOU NOT IN OUR TRIO DX

Squishy: Goose: ;-; But ah wanna sing

Me: DO IT DX

Squishy: Goose: YAY :3 *SNGS LIKE SO MANY MUMBLES*

Me: EW OUT DX

Squishy: Goose: ;-; wah *walks out*

Me: Next lol :3

Squishy: Yeah next lololol :3

Me: How Now Brown Cow: Unique New York D:

Squishy: And whut song YOU gonna sing HNBC? D:

Me: HNBC: Moo :3

Squishy: OMG GET OUT D:

-Chi <3