Observations

Why is it that it's a bad thing to study much? Why do people think accusing someone of studying is a bad thing? Am I the only one that thinks that's ridiculous?
The attention of the world is focused on entirely the wrong things for wrong reasons for the majority of the time. I don't want that attention, of course. I love avoiding it and contradicting it. But it's still completely backwards who gets the recognition for what.
It's amazing how much importance we tend to put on the opinions of others. The acceptance of others overrules the morality or justice of so many things.
It's also surprising how many times things are broken because nobody thinks it's their "job" to fix it. It must be their job to wander around reading books and deciding to give everyone candy bars at lunch.

He's decided to give you candy bars today. So you can thank him for that. He's, uh, yeah... delicious almonds... yummy in your tummy.

So that's what he does. I always wondered, and now we know that he just wants to give away 10-pound chocolate bars. I'm so glad that probably doesn't come out of his salary.
They get too caught up in the process and what everyone else will see or think rather than thinking about what they're really supposed to accomplish. Such as being so strict on the grading system and the competition therein, yet totally disregarding actual education. The point becomes not to accomplish anything (learn) but how to hit the benchmark (get a good grade).
It seems we'd rather give other people crap and criticize them than do anything else.
And people act like total jerks, and that gets them accepted. It's like being friends is being mean to people frequently, including each other. And if you won't be arrogant and mean with me, I'll just be arrogant and mean to you.
I wonder how society decides what's cool and interesting and what's boring and uncool. When something new appears, how do they know whether to adopt it or ignore it or attack it? It would be interesting to find the people of influence that dictate those things. I think source has something to do with it. They seem to tend to act justified and good in denouncing things I do. Sometimes they're partially right, but sometimes they're not. And then they turn around and do their own things, which sometimes really deserve some criticism.
I think we're all the same, essentially. We each do our own evil in different ways and our own good in different ways.
Thursday was interesting for me. Sometimes things seem quite random and without much pattern, but today seemed to say something. There are three people that make me confused. I don't know how to respond to them. They seem to conflict with other things inside of me, yet agree with other things, and I don't know how that should be resolved. I think that a lot of days I leave with some more confusion to add to the pile yet no more answers than before. Today, though, I noticed something. The first two people left me in unrest, looking for answers and feeling confused about what to do, and much more than usual. The last one, though, left me in peace. It's still confusing, because with that person I still have the questions and unknowns, yet instead of feeling out of balance and out of place, I felt calm. I think part of it is that the first two seem to press me for answers for their confusing questions, and the last poses the questions yet leaves me to answer them, though that's a generalization.
Why is it that teachers like to give little homework over the weekend yet give a good amount on weekdays? I haven't had time to practice my bass since Monday.
I've come a long way in fighting the things that plague me and threaten darkness. I've found a lot more strength in it. It's really weird, because sometimes it seems so real. In my head I imagine a gunfight or a hand-to-hand battle. Sometimes it seems that I can really sense a hard blow against the enemy, one that hits deeply and repels it for some time.
Sometimes it's frustrating though, when I'm fighting as hard as I can but sense myself becoming overwhelmed. I end up pulling through in the end.
And Friday had its own little bit of fun. At the end of the day, I left and got on the bus. I saw my sister with her instrument, and decided after a short bit of thought to go get mine. I left my backpack on the bus and took off. I got my instrument, but while leaving the band room I stumbled on my shoelace. I have pretty good balance and recovery, so it was fine. Once I got out onto the asphalt walk, though, I went down. I think I rolled the first time, which I like to do when I fall. It's easier to do when my feet aren't tangled .I'm not wearing a backpack and carrying a clarinet, and there isn't soggy ground next to me, but it was fine. I tripped again, though, and all of my weight was on my hand. I was lucky that it only made one gash deep enough to draw blood, and in that only a small bit. I think I only tripped twice there, and after that I was more careful. I was trying to catch the bus at the middle school, so I didn't have time to stop and fix it. Then I got to crossing the little parking lot, and between to cars there was some ice, and with what I was carrying and the two cars, I fell again, but this time used my clarinet case as a brake. Quite battered, I finally made it to the bus.
Later we had DI practice, where I had some great ideas and so did everyone else. The pizza we ordered, though was broken. The cheese had slid off of the pizza and piled up on one side of a couple of our pizzas, and the little three-legged tables were upside-down. It's kind of interesting to note that a bunch of kids from our school work at that pizza place along with some kids from other schools. The cats were fun, though.
Our math competition should be interesting tomorrow. I don't remember much Algebra 2, but then again that's how it's always been. At least we've kept using a lot of it.