'Cause I'm a 12.5, biotch!

Some days it sucks ass to still be in High School. Other days, like today, I'm so thankful that I am. Otherwise I'd miss out on the fun I have with or the feeling I have from just being around some fun people.

12.5 is what Glenn calls me since I'm a Senior "and a half". Kinda like how he calls Brenn "Uphill Ugly" (since his message board name is Uphill Meister). Cracks that I bet Orlando did not have to go through during his extra semester.

I was really wired 1st hour, mainly because of one dude showing me this flash cartoon called "Dude, Where's my lightsaber" -- without sound (so we did an MST3000-style mockery of it) and the visit I got from one of my favorite friends before Brenn was done fooling around downstairs ... hm, that's worded kinda wrong. Oh well.

First hour was so funny. So much so that eventually the teacher separated me and Brenn. While this other dude was singing songs from various flash cartoons, starting with the "Star Wars: Gangsta Rap". I was being a mild ass because of certain things I was saying. And my justification was "because I'm a 12.5, biotch" (hence the title).

At the end of first hour there was a great irony: I was reading this Wikipedia thing on Time Dilation - time speeding up and slowing down; perception of time - and I lost track of time reading it and the end of class came unexpectedly.

Second hour came and right infront of my 2nd hour this one girl got a little upity because this other girl was hugging "her man". I couldn't resist casually going "You'll get over it." Her response was predictable: "No, I would never get over it!"

Fourth hour was fine, my journalism teacher saw some of my "New Galaxy" drawings that I recently drew (and previously linked here), and brought up the idea of drawing a political cartoon for the paper. I have done some brainstorming on that but so far the conditions haven't been right psychologically for a good idea to manifest itself yet. Heh, is that better than going "but I'm brain dead"?

Lunch was good, of course. It's what makes the day worth while it seems. And the rest of the day was alright. It's not so bad being a 12.5 sometimes. Heh. Things happen for a reason right? Certain opportunities are available that wouldn't be or have been if I wasn't.