stuff to think about..

Today absolutely sucked.. it was just one of those days.. that just sucks.. and thats all that really can be said. Catholicism was wasted as usual, Fitness was dumb, Latin we had a quiz, Algebra she started a brand NEW chapter to learn for the final, Chemistry we started a new chapter too but I had to study for english, I knew all the damn notes for mr filardo.. but he through a couple cheap shots about the book.. it was the book that screwed me, world history, ah yes..., I watched 3 girls fall asleep during my presentation.. I wanted to too.. its not my fault that "high" culture is such a boring topic... but my mouseketeer outfit was cute... so ha... after school orchestra: you know how that is.. the ride home.. HA.. the LOW of EVERY day.. I hate how no conversation goes on.. we just sit there listening to his crappy music.. so then I came home.. I was so tired so I took a nap on the couch while the family went to the YMCA.. when I woke up.. I was partially in the couch (the cushions were all shifted, I felt my temperature soaring, I had to peel my leg off the leather.. WHY IS MY HOUSE SO HOT??!! blah.. so I changed out of my uniform and was watching frasier when my dad came in crying... I was really scared.. I thought someone died.. he wasn't.. let me see how to explaing this: in boy scouts they earn these merit badges, to get one you have to go through special classes and pass the tests.. my brother was trying to get first aid with his friend Carl. My dad was helping the teacher as was Carl's. My dad and carl's dad were always kinda friends. so anyway.. the test came and most of the boys failed, including my brother. my dad looked at the test and it was so extrememly hard that he thought it was unfair.. (like the difference between "Catching" an rabid animal or "caturing".. it was basically crap) so my dad wrote a letter to Carl's dad who acted cooly about it and put all the blame on the head teacher.. so my dad called the head teacher.. I don't know.. it was stupid.. but my dad got angry at carl's dad because he said " I was really just looking out for carl...... and anthony" "what about john?" "ok john too.." so anyway as interesting as I know you all found that.. my dad cried because he lost a friend.. he cried.. I don't see him as a weaker person.. rather a much stronger one for doing so.. so.. I am going to go think about that for awhile..