I feel guilty. I look at my post count and I only have 22 posts after about two months on this blog. Well, I guess it's time for the weekly check up. My dog is flea ridden. About a week ago my dad and I were staring at my dogs crotch which is one of the few places that is not covered with black fur and we found at least 13 fleas in about 2 minutes. And see, we had given him a bath not 2 weeks before and the flea tick poison stuff. So, my dad gave the dog a bath when I was at work, and we did use a special flea bath stuff, which ended up killing about 1000 fleas according to my dad who swears he's not exagurating.. We washed pretty much every surface of our house, and not 2 days ago a flea bomb was set off in the den. But, the dog still has some fleas. So, my dad gave him another flea bath today, and now he smells really chemically. I can see why fleas don't want to bite that.
On to other news, I lost by a very narrow margin the position of president for Model UN. This is going to be the third year that I have done Model UN, a tie with Tom Martin and James Kotecki for the record I believe. Anyways, a certain presidential hopeful was sucking up to Tranquillo hoping to get the edge, even though they had only gone once. I had gone twice, but I am only a junior, so Tom Martin won. It is very disappointing for me. In fact, it downright sucks. But that's beside the point. No.... wait.... that is the point. Yeah, so this year I get to sit back and try to not be overyly passive agressive to Tom, and Tom, if you're reading this, I still love you, I'm just a little miffed. So, Lucas and I are going to be doing the Security Council this year. The perk is that we can use "Demands" at the begining of sentences now (MUN humor) and we get to be woken up in the middle of the night to deal with a mock crisis, and then we get to sleep for the rest of the day. It's going to be fun, even if I'm not running the show.
Well, I'm only getting 5 hours in this week at work, or at least that's what I'm scheduled for. So, next paycheck is going to be pretty skinny, but hopefully labor day weekend will make up for the short fall. I try to work 10-12 hours a week, but because nobody goes to see movies during the school year it's hard to convince the managers to schedule me for times when I'm not at school and not at a party with my crazy groupies. Why is money so important. The idea of a VERY small communist society is becoming more and more appealing to me. Yeah, call me a red, see what I care.
Classes are interesting this year. I have three easy classes; Health (rofl), ADV. Env. Sci (boyer, eww...), and Honors Mixed (YEAH!!). I have four hard classes: AP Calc AB (Mr. Felder rocks), AP English III (Chalifoux gets on my nerves, more on that later), and APUSH (Ms. Klein is pretty cool). So, hopefully the three easy classes will help me not get too exhausted this year. So, Mrs. Chalifoux. She is just like my 7th grade teacher Mrs. Brannock. History lesson of the day: Mrs. Brannockk was a bitch. She made us write a 20 page paper, copy the ENTIRE golossary (I know I didn't spell that write, shut up), watch videos of her ugly dogs for writing inspiration, take pop tests that consisted of two questions, and one of which she herself was wrong but refused to admit, but I digress. Mrs. Chalifoux shares many of Mrs. Brannock's mannerism, she had a picture of her dog posted on the wall, and she REALLY reminds me of Mrs. Brannock.
Sexual Tension is funny.
Oh... Yeah... one more thing. It is really annoying when I like a girl and then once I almost have gathered the courage to ask them out, they start going out with some other guy. That really pisses me off, and what pisses me off more is when that relationship lasts for a while. In high school relationships aren't supposed to last for very long. It seems teens should be inherently flighty and want to experience as much variety in the opposite sex as possible as to know better what you want to eventually hopefully marry. But no, lets waste lots of time by going out with somebody and then break up because you have to go to different colleges and then the guy breaks into the girls house but is caught by the girl and her mother and then the boy goes and becomes and alchoholic and that isn't me by the way. AHHHHH Hormones PISS me off. Lots of things piss me off, but particularly horomones. They convolute the way you perceive things and that isn't cool at all.