Tons of shit to do

Omijesus! I'm going to have a busy fucking April! I go to New York April 6-10, Celebri and the Euclid contest on the 12 and 13th, going to Texas near the end and on the 30th, I have tickets for a night with Rick Mercer. joy yay motherfuckers. But I'm also kind of depressed because the Joes hos lost 2 out of 3 games of reach. We lost to Central 400-190, CCH 250-210 but we beat St. Mary's 340-120. UGH And Motherfuckers, I won't fuckign be here for when the team battles it out to see if we move on to Provincials. :'( I'll be in New York instead. I'm incredibly fucking anxious for it now. But i have faith in them. Soft of. I also had like a ridiculously great after school experience on Thursday. Chess club, an opera lesson and grocery shopping with a friend. For some reason I find that list of things ridiculously entertaining.

Update: I Don't Have A Superiority Complex

I got new frames! Versace frames! I love 'em, I love 'em, I love 'em! And uh no big shit but the Joe's Hos Reach For The Top team won three games. We beat Team #1 360-110, 240 of which were mine, Team #2 270-180, 170 of which were mine and Team #3 360-200, 260 of which were mine.
Now while we did amazingly, in no small part due to me, doesn't mean I have a big fuckign head. Or as someone put it "superiority euphoria". I have no clue what the hell that is supposed to be, but sffice to say it's nothgin any psychologist has ever picked up on. And fei, this has been the first time in my life where I've been the best. Even though I'm super at fencing and have won the title of school champion in 2 math contests, i've never been the best. I've been near the top in fencing and there are 300 fucking chinese kids who could score higher than me and did on those tests with their eyes closed. And I fucking know that. Shockingly, I know I'm normally not the best. So fuck off, it feels good to be the best for once. And not even. just ebst in a small division of schools.

How I Heart Vocals

And how much more I would Iif I could sing Where is Love from Oliver! in it's original way. Singular male in a high falsetto. Somehting I can do. With a helluvalot of control granted. But it is something I could feasibly do. But I have a feeling I wouldn't never be allowed to... :'(

It's January Eighth and I have not a Fucking Thing to do.

It's french class. I'm totally not going to do well. And I've been up for way to lng. I got up at 5:30! Ew. We're in the computer lab working on stuff from the University of Texas' Year One French site. Seriously? University French? Not really it's actually basic stuff. But still... Ugh! So itnstead I blog! YAY! This semester is going to kill me. I have Math, French and Philosophy. The only class that I actually like is Vocals. I LOVE VOCALS!! I've had three days and already we've done Imagine and Landslide. We also did a bit of Lean On Me. I KNOW!! Fun shit eh?

I really don't want to go to math though. It's a useless course and I already hate it. I've done it for 3 days and I hate it.