Not much to say, but much to do

That's pretty much it. Much is a wierd word.

But I Digress

First off, just like to say I love the phrase "but I digress". It completely defuses any situation!! Especially when you have to be a judgemental jerk to somebody; but then you conclude with "but I digress" and bam! all is well. Moving on; my school is awful. Moreover, the faculty is awful; the senior counselor has called me to her office four times about the same thing (about how I don't have enough credits to graduate; but then she figures out I do) and absolutely refuses to put me in Photography class. But I digress (see?). However, this week has been going well, Drama's good (teacher sucks, unfortunately), Choir is more beast than ever now that we have nine guys to rival the girls thirty-six, and I have gotten back into the habit of working out every day, pretty much. So yeah; it's all good. Just thought I'd let you all know. Incidentally, Tangled was amazing. Go watch it.

Woes of the Young

Usually you find older people griping about their problems and how much easier it would have been if they had just put forth the effort on day one rather than waiting until the last possible second. However, since I am considered by quite a few people to be young, I regardless find myself berating myself as these older individuals do. It is true that if I had put more effort into my school work as a freshman, I never would have taken summer school last year. It is true that if I hadn't quit working out after I was rejected from my high school's basketball team (which incidentally, lose by ninety points per game), I could very possibly be as ripped as my brother Nick is now. It is true that if I could just stop wasting my time snacking and just lying around, I might have actually finished a story of mine, or at least gone out and got a job.
Well, I feel better; although my failures do indeed depress me, I take comfort in the fact that they're only temporary. In fact, they're ALWAYS temporary. Not as of yet have I messed up so badly it changed the entire course of my future; at least, as far as I'm aware of. Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to getting out of high school. I've never done well with people whose sole purpose in life is to make somebody else feel like crap; and teenagers are the masters of such practices.
Right; well, I must be off, for it is late where I am currently living, and I need my sleep -- driving to seminary drowsy is extremely dangerous for a mere mortal such as myself. So, with that being said, I conclude this epistle to the general public, or rather, those who are curious or bored enough to read what this poor, but brilliant boy has to say. Adieu.