Hamburgers suck

So tonight I went to a local eating establishment.  I hadn't eaten in around twenty minutes so naturally, being an American, I was starving.  I procedeed to sit at my table in the far back of the restaurant and ordered what I had been thinking about the entire night, a huge beefy burger.  I relayed my wish for the perfect burger to my waitress and about twenty minutes later i received what I had wanted(in a sense).  I was starving and yet I had no desire to ever eat again with what seemed like a forty five pound burger in front of me.  I looked at my waitress in an almost questioning way.  If she could have read my thoughts it would have probably sounded like this, "Really waitress you are just going to give me the whole cow then?" Luckily she was just a normal person and didn't read my mind so I just gave her a hopeless look which she probably took as a thank you.  I took about four bites of my burger that was mediocre at best. After those four bites I hated every part of my existence.  If you ever go to a restaurant in the near future let these please warn you at least a little.  If the hamburger costs more than three dollars I urge you, don't get it.  You will not even come close to eating half of the burger so just don't get it....Please.. I hate burgers.  

What I learned...First Quarter

This quarter I was basically worthless. I learned that in order to make things in my life balanced my senior year I have to divide my team evenly among my activities. Applying for scholarships and colleges has been a big part of my life in the opening weeks of the school year and consequently my grades haven't been exactly where I would like them to be. I know that going to a good college is very important to me but I still have to maintain good grades in order to reach my ultimate goal of receiving scholarship money. I also learned that my mom is crazy in many ways. Most of the time she is funny and weird but sometimes she turns into a scholarship Nazi. I'm pretty sure she would kill me if I didn't apply for every scholarship known to man, which is a tough feat to conquer. I love my mom but sometimes, because of her fervour towards scholarships, I think she is just trying to get me out of the house by the cheapest means possible. O well, this quarter I learned I have to work for what I want. Thank goodness I get three more chances while I'm still stuck in high school...

Top Ten...uhhhh

Top ten ideas....
Top ten reasons to model your life after Geraldo Rivera.

Top ten reasons to eat meat.

Top ten reasons math doesn't matter.

Top ten reasons being a journalist rocks

10. Journalist have more fun than anyone else...ever.
9. We get to leave school about once a month which is awesome.
8. Being in the journalism room is like having another family.
7. Seeing your name in print.
6. You can write something that someone will read. (mothers count)
5. If you get to be a hot-shot journalist you can travel a lot.
4. Your job is to tell a story.
3. You get to write.(writing is the best)
2. You get a fair share of sufficiently awkward interviews.
1. The shape and voice of a story is up to you.

Dreamin'

Last year when I took AP psychology and we turned to the chapter on dreams I realized how few dreams I remember. As I sat in class hearing all of these ridiculous and funny dreams I sat quietly twiddling my thumbs wishing I had cool dreams to recount. While I don't remember many dreams when I was little I had a strange recurring dream that is in no way interesting or even relatively entertaining. I have never told this to anyone before so read very carefully as I attempt to tell verbatim my dream.

I was a little boy of around twelve and I shivered as I sat quivering against the cold waiting for the familiar sight of my dad's grey 626 Mazda. Out of the corner of my eye I suddenly saw two six foot tall robbers. (I don't know how I knew they were robbers, I just did..) They apparently thought I had something to be robbed so these two gigantic robbers chased me from my spot on the curb back on to the Fremont High School track. I began to run around the track and the robbers chased me. This went on for approximately 45000 hours until my alarm woke me up back into the real world.

I'm terribly sorry if you read that I realize you probably have millions of dreams that are way better than that, but as for now that's the best I've got. I guess I'm just gonna have to lay my head down and keep on dreamin, hoping that one day I will receive a present from the big man upstairs, in the form of a really awesome dream.

The ACT according to an eighteen year old.

Ok so tonight as I was supposed to be looking over my ACT packet, I decided to just blog about the ACT instead..close enough.  The last time I took the ACT i received a 25 and all that really means is that I am comfortably mediocre.  I want to get into a good college but I guess I just don't see how a standardized test should be able to determine the amount of scholarship money I will earn.  I understand that it helps weed out students and it could be an indication of where you stand smarts wise but I know plenty of awesome people who would do crappy on that test.  I bet really awesome people like Confucius or Ghandi would have gotten a twelve on that sucker and I dunno about you but if I was a college and I didn't offer them any scholarships I would feel pretty dumb because those guys rule.  No offense ACT but nobody likes you.  That was probably horribly mean and rude but I have yet to meet someone who says "I love the ACT it brings sunshine and happiness into my world!"  I guess its probably a good thing I haven't met that person because if I ever do she(yes I am sexist) will be suffering a knot on the head, compliments of the people's elbow.  I'm sure that if i would have gotten like a 35 instead of a 25 this blog would be going in a complete opposite direction.  Luckily for you (whoever you are) I am not contempt with being mediocre so you now get to read my nearly incoherent ramblings about the ACT.  Whatever, I hate smart people.