Grade report and the rest of the story.

Ok, in an effort to capitalize on a recent bout of success and fortify my ego I'm going to imprint permanently my grades thusfar as of 10/3/07 and know henceforth that in this moment of time atleast... everything was swell. (I suspect I'll reread this blog after finals in which case I'll have been thoroughly pwn'ed and depressed that hopefully the inspiring thought of "oh ya.. back then I could have been something...something uplifts me somewhat"

Economics Mid-Term-96%
As proud as I should be of getting such a grade, I am not. The test itself was ridiculusly easy and what's more, there were 5 Count them 5 bonus questions for a total of 10 extra credit points!! That's absurd! 10 extra points on a test that counts 35% of my grade? Jeez, I significantly doubt that's college material. How many readers in college out there get such a spot? Eh... it's like I could have missed 1/5 of the questions and still gotten an "A"

Chemistry Mid-Term-92%
I think she gave us the wrong test. That somehow the real chemistry test wound up at her secret alter-ego professor of special ed class and we got chemistry for retards. Seriously, I finished the test in 7 minutes...and the only questions I missed were due to careless errors... and I forgot that Fluorine exists as a diatomic particle.. boo hoo..

Writing Class - 9/10
I'm fairly disappointed in this one, it's like I've lost my knack for writing. It takes me soooo long to write even pitiful uninspiring sentences, it's like my once routine trains of thought are stalled out on the track. I once was able to crap out the shit like a bulimic on laxatives, but alas woe is me. Hehe, actually I'm starting to regain my interests which is a delightful thing.

Latin - 105%
Latin is my bitch. (I scored a 100 + 5 bonus points)
or
Latinum beechum muum est.

Texas Politics - Haven't taken it yet.


Yesterday I talked to Gorge (pronounced whore-hey -- but you can call him whore. - I do) Escalante about all sorts of world events and philosophical topics - which certainly broke the mundanity of uninteresting topics like our neighbor girls or Tehran. We discussed North Korea and impending doom, the injustice and maladies of that land. Coupled with China, with N.Koreans flooding the border causing further strain on an already strained Chinese economy. Then we discussed communism and subsequently Fidel Castro, I started making bets with him as to when the old loaf was going to keel. It's like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, you know it's going to fall it just might take a few centuries. He bet he'd live another 2 years I said by this time 2008 Hillary Clinton will be attending his funeral.

Suffice to say a year from now I'm going to be three sweet tart candies-the-richer.

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I'm growing further concerned over a friend of mine whose state is anything but stable. It's sick. How many guys swarm her and ask her to go to "clubs" with them, they don't care at all about her welfare or health they just care that she looks pretty and is fun to get high with. It's disgusting. That i'm in a situation utterly without power because she's addicted. Addicted to the club life of hard drugs and reckless parties. I know this because she tells me, and all the while I'm listening I just want to reach out my arms and hold her. Hold her from the weight of the world, hide the cold darkness of its all-consuming nature and shelter her from all evil. Not as a loving embrace, but as a hero's one. I want to be her hero. I want to be the guy who is the anchor of logic for her in a sea of insanity. I know I would be the first and only, and my desire to be such stems from the severity of the situation - she *is* dying. I would never allow such an occurence if it is in my will to challenge it, for I could never look myself in the mirror if someone died that I could have saved. When I look at her now, I see the same as one would see another in peril - needing to be rescued. Though I have the advantage of having time to plan my actions which couldn't be said of someone acting in a perilious situation as say - trying to save someone drowning in a river. Though the forces of river - metaphorically speaking are all to equivalent. The other guys who're attractive, lure her to go with them.. the drugs, physiologically control her.. her own mental status - neurotic to lend her little resistence to anything. I already now my first course of action... the plan will be set in motion fairly soon.

*sigh*
On an unrelated matter.
I want someone to love. Someone out there... to hold me.