you showed me the world when i was all locked up inside

I forgot to mention yesterday that two of my teachers told me my writing sucks. My chem teacher yesterday in lab told me I should take neater notes in my lab notebook. She even said "though you're taking notes and observations, you're trying to communicate the data." Uh, hi there. It's my freaking notebook. If I can read my own writing, that's good enough. Then in calc Wednesday, on my quiz my teacher noted "sloppy, but incorrect." What the heck. His writing is crap and he has the audacity to tell me my writing sucks? Get out.

Chem lecture was boring as usual. Bio lab. I tell you, those labs are yay/boo at the same time. While it's a good thing that there's no actual prelab work to be done, except to "read" the lab, the "prelab" that we do do consists of boring lecture for an hour and a half before we get to do anything lab like. Bah.

Afterwords I stopped by Circuit City to pick up Shenmue II and Metal Gear Solid 2: Substance, twenty dollars each. I look forward to playing and beating MGS2:S.

Played some bball today. Ran two full court games with some mixed teams. First game Nick and I basically walked, as we didn't need to do any work. Then game two I asked to switch to the other team. Knowing full well I'd have to take over the offensive load, I went straight to the basket, hitting the first 3 of 4 shots. For a while there, I felt like Kobe. Chester eventually showed up, and we got our team +1 to play a more real full court game. Except that our +1 guy was weaksauce. Not only would he shoot the ball everytime we passed it to him, he'd miss. After the game we figured out why no one was guarding him. It was like playing shorthanded on offense, giving the other team an extra man to double team. Then in the latter stages of the game the +1 guy ran out of gas and stopped playing d. What the heck btw. These are high school kids here. They're supposed to be in the best shape of their lives; we old mofos are running up and down the court harder and faster than these kids. Jeez. Justin came by a little bit later, and we finally had our fifth man. We got back into another game, and went up like 10-7 before some physical conflict and near confrontation resulted in everybody just not playing anymore, haha. We always get in those little skirmishes with various groups of people, but fortunately nothing happened.

Wonder what's gonna happen tomorrow.

[00:59] it's ok, we go to the rec at night watch aerobics class

"Were you planning on being a doctor or pharmacist, because you write just like one."
-lab partner

me: "Girlfriend treatin' you well?"
justin : "I don't have a girlfriend."
me: "Oh, it's okay, me either."
Hah.

"They have potential."
-"Yeah, look whose coaching them."
"No, not that kind of potential."
-"Ohhhhh."
Bwawhaha with the ahdude impression.