Today is a frabjous day (callooh, callay) because I am a winner. Admittedly, my prize is only a free song — useless, because 1) I have no interest in the sort of Jesse Carter crap on offer and 2) all songs are free. However, I view this as a personal victory. I now feel slightly redeemed for eating Lunchables, even though they are pretty much indefensible. If you must know, I do on occasion still lunch on Lunchables Pizza (less horrible than the All-Star Burgers or, god forbid, Pizza Swirls, which come entirely in tube form). This is because I am sentimentally attached to Lunchables, as they remind me of my miserable and feckless youth, thus making me feel better about the current state of things. Also, I am criminally lazy.

If anyone wants the free song, my code is: 7PUWYATCWP. On the other hand, Amazon’s got some decent stuff.

Flooble is a cool word I just made up.

APs are oh my god, next week. Though I am looking forward to getting my barcode stickers, I think that the actual test-taking can only end in pain. Mostly I’m concerned about the Biology AP and the Computer Science IB SL.

We went to a fondue restaurant for my mom’s birthday. This may sound like a good idea, but actually it is not. Restaurants should not make you cook your own food, even for kicks! I liked the dessert part, because it is hard to go wrong with strawberries and chocolate, but the actual food part was unspectacular. It’s possible that I screwed the cooking up somehow, despite the very specific instructions imparted by our blonde and jaded-looking waitress.

Aww, they are so cute. Look, they’re holding hands!

I like the One campaign against poverty because I think it is just sexy enough to work. However it makes me sad that Ed Norton got a totally lame line (’a homemaker’). I have an irrational attachment to Ed Norton because he constantly gets beat up in his movies, such as Fight Club and 25th Hour, and I respect that. I mean, even that one guy I think might be P. Diddy gets to make two appearances. Ed Norton gets ‘a homemaker.’ On the other hand I am consoled by the fact that they only let Justin Timberlake say ‘Asia,’ which he does quickly and with an air of affront.

My little brother, David, has taken to taping himself obsessively. He sits on the couch with the portable video camera pointed at his face and makes expressions.

Things go according to plan. I’m not particularly prepared for the debate tournament this weekend, though. Should read some news.

Wow, AP tests will be over in less than a month. Freedom at last? Though I’ve been pretty lazy lately. I’ve been waking up late all week because of TAKS testing, which we seniors don’t have to attend, and it hasn’t increased my productivity at all. Mostly I’m just ingesting much more horrible instant coffee.

Roland the Goth was telling me that Satan is seperate and distinct from Lucifer, and that many Christian attempts to conflate the two are incorrect. This is news to me. From Wikipedia I gather that Satanism as generally understood was founded in 1969 by LaVey. Roland is convinced that Satanism has been around “since the Visigoths.” Roland the Goth is not a very reputable source. I find it amusing that Luciferians are so adamant in asserting that Satan and Lucifer are seperate — fighting to overwrite a small part of the old Christian story. Satanism strikes me as an extremely ridiculous religion.

Frontage Roads has finally, finally gone to press. It was epic. I worked on it with Ben from 5PM Sunday night to 7AM Monday morning, slept for four hours, put in another three, and then we went to press. I’m done. It feels post-apocalyptic. I am tattered but victorious. What do you think of my cover?

Prom’s over too. The advertising worked — too well, oh, well. In other news I was nominated for Ms Westwood, which is another what the hell.

It appears that facepaint improves me, though probably not enough. From prom: one, two, and the one with my little brother, in which I am evil-looking and he is like fifty billion times more attractive than me.

Finally decided to go to prom. Found dress, am awesome. It’s kind of interesting and atypical and I like it.

The whole campaign thing has mostly been interesting in people’s reactions to it. Educational for sure. I don’t think I’ll win — there are two other smart types on the court who will probably split the AP/IB vote with me. But my teachers (Smeltzer and Saenz) think it’s funny, and so that was worth it.

Nearly passed out this morning after being injected with something for my tuberculosis test. Very strange. The injection wasn’t painful at all, but for some reason everything got black and fuzzy and I keeled over slowly. So much for that Russian constitution! The nurse laughed at me and gave me apple juice, so that was okay. I assume it was sleeplessness and stress.

People are demanding t-shirts for the prom court thing! I think I can’t get t-shirts made in four days. It surprises me that people are so willing to get into this. I’ve pretty much been blindsided by the whole thing. It’s definitely funny, though — today Mr. Espinosa had to ask three other administrators to get the posters approved. I don’t think he got it: “so you’re calling your opponents commies?”

Frontage Roads continues to eat my life. We’ve got to go to press by next Monday — oh my God.

Here is the poster I came up with for the prom thing (or in special JPG format for Arvind). Also there is the muckraking version. There is no way this is ever, ever going to be approved. I wanted to use Russian propaganda, but sadly the Russian stuff is much more complicated and therefore harder to photoshop. Also, someone once told me my smile makes me resemble Saddam Hussein. I really don’t want to be told the same about Joseph Stalin.

Now to find a dress and a date, I suppose.

It turns out I was selected for the prom court this year. I am cautiously pleased about this, having decided to take it as a compliment, though I’m sure a significant percentage of votes were motivated by my total unsuitedness to the title. I wonder if the school will let me utilize the symbols of international Communism in my mandatory propaganda posters? As I wasn’t planning on going to prom to begin with, I feel a little guilty about this situation. On the other hand, I have eight hours of Frontage Roads meetings this weekend and Regionals in debate are coming up soonish, all of which runs counter to any dress-shopping plans.

Frontage Roads is getting into its intense phase, which is as it should be. I think the problem with Frontage Roads is that it’s got too much democracy — in order for a piece to be rejected “right away,” about eight people have to see it, and of course the final elimination rounds are much more time-consuming. I don’t really mean this. Frontage Roads’ democratic process is a good idea. However, as the magazine masticates increasingly massive chunks of my so-called life, I become nostalgic for the “democratic centralism” of the Soviet Union.

The remaining semester of PE I need credit for has been giving me increasing grief. My counselor has twice now suddenly remembered about easy, free ways for me to get PE credit, after we’ve already paid for Texas Tech’s unjustly work-intensive version (on her recommendation). This is all her fault anyway for telling me I could get a year’s credit for doing tennis back in Michigan. It is lucky for Ms. Roberts that she is totally adorable.

Google continues to offer me new and exciting opportunities to get my geek on with customizable Google News. Joy.

I thought I’d disable comments for a few entries. This is sad because everyone who talks here is funny or very strange in a way that I will miss. But I have been writing increasingly for what people have to say in response. This is fine for conversation but defeats the purpose of a blog. So I thought I would try this.