Hoco hohos

Ho-Oh is a Pokemon but I like calling it Hoho.

This whole homecoming thing with decorations and free water bottles and cookies and boyz and dresses and music doesn't fly by very easily for most people. Does every single person who goes to school dances really love to jump and scream to some pop music about 53X and L0V3? (btw there is "love" in revolution spelled backwards mindblown mindblown mindblown)

People say just to bounce and move the hips and shoulders to the beat or the bass or something but I kind of just prefer to stand there and watch people dance. There were a couple times I was obligated to jump and pump but that was mostly because my friends were holding my hands and already dancing. I feel like watching the supervisors would be more entertaining.

There should be worship nights instead of homecomings.

Less than 4

I ran three miles today and I don't feel a thing.

Coolness, man. XC 4 d WiN.

...k. Anyway, I got two staff members to burst into explosive guffawing after mentioning authoritative classroom profanity. It was pretty cool too.

So things I learned recently:

1. Eating = emotions

2. Exercise = efficiency 

3. Eating + Exercise = k * efficiency (that is, eating and exercising are directly related to efficiency and is reflected in, you guessed it, my grades)

Cue hartz for skool.

Stuffing

"You are wrong in so many ways that if I cried enough tears to quench the thirst of Africa, I would not be able to express my horror and despair."

^what I think about when I relieve myself

"I cried so hard I lost weight."

^Chris Tomlin, at his Hello Love concert in Chicago, 2008? 2009. I forget.

Other things I thought about recently:

working hard

badminton

sleeping

dumb PSATs that don't count

teachers
analytical writing

standard based grading (. . .)

social hierarchy

defending my friends

the weather

running

fat (mostly centered around the stomach)

fat loss

going to church
grades
muscle
eating

My mind is idle...

Sardines

What is it called when someone sings to you? Seranading? Caroling? Sardines?
I'll just go with sardines for now. (I know its not sardines but I don't think seranading sounds really nice)
So I think I was sardined today... It was thoroughly embarassing, although mostly because I almost screamed WHAT before Korea started into some really nicely augmented lyrics.
Yeah I think I'll just go with the name Korea for now. No specific reason.
Also I'm pretty sure augmented is not the right word but before today I didn't even know the musical artists of Hey Soul Sister.
It was nice.

Each Individual Leaf

When the glasses were ready, we all went down to the optometrist. The lenses were so thick they made Lori's eyes look big and bugged out, like fish eyes. She kept swiveling her head around and up and down.
"What's the matter?" I asked. Instead of answering, Lori ran outisde. I followed her. She was standing in the parking lot, gazing in awe at the trees, the houses, and the office buildings behind them.
"You see that tree over there?" she said, pointing at a sycamore about a hundred feet away. I nodded. 
"I can not only see that tree, I can see the individual leaves on it." She looked at me triumphantly. "Can you see them?"
I nodded.
She didn't seem to believe me. "The individual leaves? I mean, not just the branches but each little leaf?"
I nodded. Lori looked at me and then burst into tears.
The Glass Castle (Walls, 96 - 97)

Today my sister and I shared the exact same experience. Except when my sister said that she could see each individual leaf, she didn't know that she was quoting Jeannette Walls. I did.

...Lori loved seeing the world clearly. She started compulsively drawing and painting all the wondrous things she was discovering, like the way each curved tile on Emerson's roof cast its own curved shadow on the tile below, and the way the setting sun painted the underbellies of the clouds pink but left the piled-up tops purple.
Not long after Lori got her glasses, she decided she wanted to be an artist, like Mom.