Ah....high school.

High school. The wonderful "best years" of your life. Yeah...not so much. Now that I'm no longer a freshie, I get annoyed by them. I'm annoyed by how much shorter most of them are, and I am an extremely short person. I barely reach five foot. It's quite annoying. You know what else annoys me? The fact that we're in marching band, and we're supposed to be playing our hearts out, and you can barely hear us because the freshmen aren't playing loud enough, therefore causing the rest of us to play softer because we don't want to be conspicuous. I myself haven't been doing that, but it's really awkward when you're playing as loud as you can, and you can only hear yourself. What makes it all the more awkward is that we have to memorize it, and sometimes I make mistakes. We're playing Billy Joel. I'm really hoping that I wasn't this annoying when I was a freshman. There's this one, Andrew(changed to protect privacy). He's a jerk. Especially today, to this one girl, Xavia(still changed, but that was the name of one of the seniors last year). Xavia's not really the skinniest person around, and she's kind of quiet and not very pretty, but Andrew really had no right to belittle her when she was just a little off when we were practicing our new drills today. Breanna(changed) told her she was just a LITTLE off and Andrew was like "Oh, good job, Xavia!" in this really loud voice.

Pissed me off that a stupid freshman like him could feel so powerful when he's not. Not at all. Not one bit. I hate people like that who think they're so much better than others when they're really not.

Other drama to report: Stupid Racist African-American girl. I don't care about her privacy so I'll use her real name. Allison King. Find her on Facebook and spam her for all she's worth. She hates me. I've never done anything to her, but since I'm of an Asian ethnicity, she automatically hates me and thinks I smell. I DON'T SMELL. Not one bit. I take showers every day, which is more than what can be said for her. She herself admitted to this other girl that she showered once a week. Maybe every two weeks. Ew. So gross. I can't even think about how very unhygenic that is. It's like "When I come around, you automatically begin to notice your own odor." She's a shallow, whiny, fake. And I'm not being racist. There are a whole lot of other african-americans that I knew earlier in my lifetime and they were really nice, and I was really nice to them, but this girl is the epitome of hypocrite. Anyway, my friend knows that Allison hates me, and so my friend hates Allison because my best friend has been my best friend since fifth grade. Turns out that Allison has been throwing things at one of my other friends, who's really quiet and doesn't really talk much except around her real friends, kinda like me.

So my best friend(I'll call her sky, since that's her username) is sitting at the lunch table, and she has a clear shot of the back of Allison's head. To get back at her for throwing things at Georgia(other friend, name changed), Sky decides to throw animal crackers at her. She told me she missed the first time, but the second time she hit her in the back of the head. I know this is a random story, but I HAVE to tell the world. Anyway, Allison didn't know who threw the cracker but she was P.O.'ed. Geraldine was sitting at the table, too, and decided to tell Nicole. Nicole is this notorious gossip who tells rumors and lies to get attention. So she told Allison that Sky threw it, and Allison was like "Eh, my gawd. I am going to kick Sky's A**."

The thing is, Sky really doesn't care that Allison's threatening her because she has witnesses to say that Allison DID threaten her. Then, if Allison throws the first punch and they start fighting, Sky can say that she was fighting in self-defense. You know what I say? Good for her!

On a different note, tomorrow is the 9-year anniversary of the tragedy of 9-11. People can't even respect that. In an article on Yahoo!, it read "AP - They will read the names, of course, the names of every victim who died in the Sept. 11 attacks. The bells will ring. And then that moment of unity will give way to division as activists hoist signs and march, some for and some against a planned mosque two blocks from ground zero." Which almost completely sums up my point. Almost. The point that I'm trying to make is that the muslims shouldn't be allowed to build a mosque within a 200-mile radius of Ground Zero. That's like building a tribute to the Nazis on top of the Jewish concentration camps, or burning the American flag. It just isn't done, and on top of that, it's just plain wrong. What happened to the American spirit? What happened to protesting? What happened to the hippies? What happened to questioning the rules and regulations of the government, who, by the way, is being run by one of the worst presidents in history next to Nixon and Andrew Jackson.

What is happening to our society? You wanna know why our economy is so bad and the government can't pay to get up off it's lazy butt and get to work? A(not the only) reason that I will state. Illegal immigrants. They get here, then they take the jobs that belong to Americans. Americans that work hard, people that work to live here. Then the immigrants get put in jail. Then what? They get sent back to their country? Yeah, with the money that WE pay with OUR taxes! What if they stay in jail? They get bread and water. They get clothes on their backs. They get a place to sleep at night, they go to bed knowing that they'll have something to eat the next day. They're even better off than they were BEFORE they got caught! And you know HOW they get all those comforts? It's paid by money. OUR money. Money that we worked hard to earn. This entire nation is being flushed down the drain while our government looks on and drinks tea and pretends to read the bills we're trying to pass.

I'm trying to tell you people, but no one reads this blog. So I guess what I'm saying is wasted work, but I tell you, I will be remembered for generations. I will affect lives. These hands that type these words will affect the lives of millions of people, dead or alive.