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...