In Quebec

The girls lost, thus resolving my dilemma. We will leave half-way through the school day and come back Sunday night. Won't be around until then, so cya all later.

Go Team! No Wait, Don't!

I am faced with a conflict of interest. Namely, should I root for our school's girls' volleyball team, as they enter the second-to-last game of the regional tournament, a feat never before accomplished in the history of the team, or should I hope that they lose, and drop out before having to play the last game on Saturday?

Seems like a no-brainer, doesn't it? Cheer on the team and hope-like-crazy that they win, right? Well, normally it would be a no-brainer, but as there currently are special circumstances influencing my judgment, it's actually a pretty confusing choice.

You see, if they win this game, then we will have to postpone our French class's annual trip to Quebec. "Why?", you may ask. Well, we're scheduled to leave tomorrow for Canada. However, if the girls pull this off tonight, then they will have to play the final game on Saturday. And, as my school is very tiny, the sports teams likewise, the girls on the volleyball team who are also in French II or III are very much needed. So, if the girls win tonight, then they'll be needing everyone for the Saturday game. Which means that we won't be able to go this weekend. Which means we'll have to go next week.

"So what?", you may ask, and rightly so. Well, it goes like this. We're leaving at noon tomorrow (assuming, that is, that the volleyball team loses) and coming back Sunday night. This is a long weekend, courtesy of Veteran's Day. Next weekend isn't. Thus, we miss out on the day of rest we would have had. "Eh, deal with it, you big baby." Well, I obviously would, but that won't make it comfy. "Why?" Each day of the French trip is packed with travel and activities from about 7:00 AM to 11:00 PM. And it's not exactly a vacation either, true it's fun, but there's also a certain amount of work each student is obligated to do. Oh yeah, let's not forget the freezing-cold weather up there. So basically, in a nutshell, you come back from one of these said French trips pretty pooped. Rest isn't the only issue either. My teacher already made reservations and whatnot at hotels. Changing them will be complicated, and most likely messy. "Hmmm, maybe I see what you're saying now." And just so that nobody accuses me of being oh-so-selfish, the girls in French who are also on the volleyball team say that they hope they win but hope they don't at the same time. So yeah, it's not just me saying this.

Thus, I am faced with the dilemma of not knowing what I want. I guess my only option is ambivalence.

Oh yeah, I'm still working on my revised edition of Alpha Squad vs. Pickaxe Gang >:D. So far it's pretty good. The date of release will vary according to the resolution of said dilemma. Other than that, you will be hearing from me one way or another about the French trip, whether this Monday or next we'll see.

What Happens When We're Left Alone.

I took my SATs today. And afterwards, I was, and still am, a little brain dead. So, my parents, in their infinite kindness, allowed me to stay home with Andrew and invite John over whilst they took my sisters to visit some relatives. Heh heh heh, home alone from four to nine. Good stuff.

Anyway, needless to say, we had a blast. John, Andrew, and I pigged out on leftovers and such, and after playing some good ol' video games on this rainy day, we took some hilarious pics and John and I made an awesome movie--out of LEGO guys.

Good, good stuff.

Since I know you're absolutely dying to see it, I shall allow you to watch the uncut, unedited, and unrated version right here (don't worry it's completely clean lol). John, Andrew, and I plan to have an editing contest to see who can fix it up the best, more to come on that later. Any-who, without any further ado, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, young and old, it's time for the feature presentation. Please turn off any electronic devices at this time. Thank you, sit back and enjoy the show.



Heehee, good ol' nonsensical stupidity, I love it. Maybe John and I have a deranged sense of humor O_o Gimme some feedback so I can figure out if we're as deranged as I think we are ;D.

Red Sox!

YEAH!!!!! WOOOOHOOOOO!!!!!! THEY DID IT!!!!!

A few weeks ago had you asked me who Pedroia was or Mike Lowell I'd be like, "Who?" Somehow, during game 4 vs. the Indians, I caught the infectious Red Sox Fever, as evidenced by my symptoms of lack of sleep and great happiness.

Today I found another reason to rejoice that the Red Sox won. Our principal mandated that the teachers of our 6th period class let us out early and the teacher of our 7th period class allow us to come late so that we could all congregate in the chapel and watch the Red Sox parade projected on the wall. Good stuff, although I must admit it was more fun knowing we were missing class than actually seeing the parade.

Just a question: Am I the only one who found the sweep of the World Series to not be as much fun as a nail-biter like their games against Cleveland? I mean, the Rockies didn't stand a chance. They got smooshed like zuzus, if you know what I mean. I almost felt bad for them.

Almost.

Yeah, I know I'm a bit late in celebrating this momentous occasion. But better late than never, right?

Busy, Busy, Busy

Pesky remains of college applications to take care of. Putting together a resumé. Sending e-mails to my doctor who is helping me procure a summer job in research. Getting ready for the SAT tests next Saturday. Keeping up with homework in Calculus, Physics, and whatnot. Trying to prepare for my black-belt test coming, hopefully, at the end of the year. And staying up late to follow the Red Sox in the World Series.

Yeah, I'd say I'm busy.

I can't wait 'till this is over, it's annoying to have so much hanging over your head. And, even worse, I got this really good idea that I wanna follow through with, but can't because of lack of time (more on that later). Well, the end is near! November 3 is the magical date for me, the day when my responsibilities slow down, in other words, when all my college applications are sent in, the Red Sox either win or lose the World Series, I've finished all the stuff I need to do to get that summer job, and I've finished my SATs. Can't wait.

Bear with me, not long now.

[Sir] Zuzusmoosher

I felt like posting right now, and since I sorta wanna get some sleep I'm gonna make this short. This'll be a short post intended for the sole purpose of short-term entertainment, not my more favored fat & juicy post.

You may or may not have noticed my profile pic. Regardless, here it is. I actually made it a while before I got my blog, and before I made it I had made a simpler version with the word "SMOOSH!" and the drawing of the boot and the little guy, nothing more. This was used for my "spray" for Counter-Strike Source, which you must have heard John talk about (if you haven't, check out this video here that he made of him pwning noobs in CSS), as my name for the game was "The Smooshinator". After getting Guild Wars I spiced it up, since I named my character "Sir Zuzusmoosher", I added the "Sir" and the explanations of the pic, and very educational explanations they are, heehee. Doesn't this picture speak wonders to your heart? This is true art, right here. (Yes, don't worry, I'm just kidding, as I said, this is just for kicks.) I've actually sent this pic to people I know from Guild Wars so that they can fully appreciate the derivation of my name. Well, since I'm referring to the legendary Sir Zuzusmoosher of Guild Wars lore (yeah right), I might as well post a picture of him. There he is, folks, the level 20 Air elementalist/mesmer, with an awesome skill build I worked hard to make. This guy's saved Tyria from the evil undead Lich, and is currently working on stopping Elona from falling into darkness and Cantha from being overrun by a plague that creates mutated and malicious creatures. Better not make him mad, or you may find a bolt of lightning in your chest before you can say "Sir Zuzusmoosher!" Heehee.

Anyway, that's my little entertainment there, it was more for my benefit than it was for yours, I need a break and blogging is quickly becoming a beloved pasttime.

When the Cat's Away...

Hey! Im back on taking a little break from my normal resposibilities/activities. I haven't had time to post too much, what with homework, college applications, Karate, and Red Sox games I suddenly got interested in this post-season taking up all my free time.

Anyhow, onward to the feature presentation.

My French teacher has been out all week, due to her father's death, and we've had a substitute the past four days. And I must say, we are a very good class to be a substitute teacher for. Two juniors and one senior aren't a very rowdy bunch (in case you're wondering how the class is that small, first know that my school is very small with only 113 kids from kindergarten to 12th grade, my class--the senior class--has only five people in it, French III and French IV are optional courses, and that since there were only two in French III and me in French IV, they combined the classes.). Well, somehow today, by some details overlooked by the administration, we had no teacher, no sub, and actually no monitor whatsoever. Initial reaction: KOWABUNGA! PARTY TIME! Final realization: I got a Geography test next period I haven't studied at all for. The others came to the same conclusion. I guess that's what comes of maturity, somehow responsibilities take the place of fun. Stinkin' maturity. Well, we didn't let maturity FULLY mess up our fun, we still talked a very little, albeit enough for me to revel in my more glorious past experiences in un-mentored situations at school. It actually happens quite a bit in my school, not so much as when I was in eighth grade, but with so few teachers to go around, it does happen. Since I know you all are absolutely starving for one of my succulent, plump & juicy posts, I shall recount a few here.

In eighth grade, I had one of the best study halls ever. Eighth period, with a friend, and almost always without a monitor. My friend and I used to sit in the corner near the windows and make paper airplanes and throw them around and stuff. Good times. Anyway, it was quite chaotic, since the study hall was comprised of the 7th through 9th grade (which was actually only 16 kids at the time), and, needless to say, many rambunctious deeds were performed. I'll only write the best one (heh heh "best") here. A group of seventh-grade scumbags (heehee, that's what my friend and I called the annoying ones) were fooling around, as usual. I dont remember all the details, but one of them threw another's books out the window. As the window was not high above ground level, the seventh grader leaned out to grab the books. Oh, by the way, don't feel bad for this guy, he was the biggest scumbag of the scumbags and when he was eventually expelled in eighth grade, the others actually went up a level in decency. While he was hanging half-outside, two ninth-graders grabbed his legs and, ahem, "helped" him by half-tossing the rest of him out. Now, this guy, like the numbskull he was, didn't just climb back in through the window he was tossed out of. Oh no, he had to walk all the way around the building to the back door, and in the proccess walked in front of the windows where a teacher was teaching. The two ninth-graders responsible got detentions, and that was the end of that little episode.

This same seventh-grade scumbag was very small. So small, he could cram himself into one of our teensy-weensy half-size lockers. He liked to showcase this talent. One time, after he had stuffed himself in one and shut the door, a tenth-grader came, held the door shut, and stuck a pen in the hole where the lock would go (notice this kid is hated by all the others: there's a reason for this, it's not like he's being bullyed, HE bullyed everyone.) So the seventh-grade scumbag rattled the locker and begged to be let out, and they let him out. He never crammed himself into a locker again.

Fast-forward one year.

By this time, that kid had gotten expelled for numerous offenses despite having had repeated chances to redeem himself, which he had refused. Anyway, I'm ahead a grade in math, so I was with the now-tenth-graders in Geometry class. We had one of the most boring and most unwilling-to-explain teacher. So we would goof off alot, and a couple guys would always get in trouble. Well, this teacher also so happened to be the principal of the school (he was teaching because there was no other teacher available and because he had taught Geometry before). He was a robot, seriously. Anyway, as he was the principal, he would often come very late to class, sometimes never coming at all. One day, when he was late as usual, one of my classmates came up with the brilliant idea of speeding up the class clock so that the teacher would think the class ended earlier (a useless idea anyway since we have bells which are unconnected to the clocks to tell us when the class is over) So he took down the clock, and sped it up by about five minutes, and then went to re-hang in on the wall. The only problem was that the nail had somehoe slipped into the wall, and try as we might, the clock was un-re-hangable. And then, to top it off, the lookout (we always had one guy who'd warn us before the teacher came) suddenly uttered the urgent whisper, "He's coming!" Frantic indecision ensued. What do we do? What do we do? A last quick attempt to hang up the clock, and then we all rushed back to our seats. The teacher walks in. And then, the guy who had come up with the idea and had actually really been the only one carrying it out, said, "Mr. Martin, this clock's too fast. We need to fix it." The teacher was grateful and said he would take care of it. And we all tried our hardest not to burst out laughing.

And so, after sharing all that, let me take the time to say this before some OLD PEOPLE throw a fit about me promoting such misbehavior. I did not actually have a part in any of these stories, I was merely a spectator, enjoying the drama played out before me. I do not consider any of these as right, but I gotta say, I sure am glad I could see them.

Hope this made up for my week-long inactivity, I should be back up and blogging at my usual pace soon.