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March 30th 2011: The forest

I went to the forest an hour ago.

Nothing of too much interest there except I kept thinking I was being seen by like, a police man or something. I tried recording a video but when I watched over the footage on the way home, there was a lot of distortion again and I kept getting a message about the file being corrupt.

I took a nap when I got home. Hour long nap. Thinking of going back to sleep after I post this.

I looked at the local news again, apparently the eleven people who were at the fitness camp are reported missing now; one woman who went to the fitness camp was found wandering in the streets for help, with bloody gashes on her stomach. She's alive, but obviously injured. Freaky shit.

March 29th 2011: I'm going to the forest

Well, last night with Sophie went pretty good. I won't say anything more or go into detail, it just went pretty good.


Mr. Smith and Ms. Klein weren't here, again. I'm getting really curious. I've decided that I'm going to the forest where that camp was located; just to check things out. Real quick. I'm doing it tomorrow. I've got a lot of homework to do and I'm pretty hungry. I'm not yet sure if I want to record my search, but I'll have my iPhone with me in case I do.

I'm thinking of making a Twitter; for fast(er) updates. Still wondering if there's more than five people who follow this blog though...

Regarding Mr. Smith

I just got off the phone with one of my friends. I mentioned Mr. Smith to him; and apparently Mr. Smith told his class that he was going to that fitness camp. I don't know why he'd want to go. He's not fat or obese. I guess he wanted his 40-50 year old body to build muscles. I'm getting kind of curious. I really hate my cases of curiosity. Even something small like, a small noise, I have to go check it out. I'm not yet sure if I want to go to where the camp was located to investigate. I'm not a detective or a private eye, although I'm quite excited by that type of stuff in the movies.

Anyway, it's just starting to rain. I don't think I'll be able to make it to Sophie's house, so I asked if she would be able to come over here. My parents are usually never home in the afternoon. Not even here on my birthday. Sophie says she can make it probably.

March 28th 2011: Birthday fight

So, today's my birthday. What better way to celebrate it than get in a fight?

Unfortunately I got into it involuntarily. I wanted to stay home today. My mother wouldn't let me.
I was waiting for the bell to ring so I could enter my fourth period class. Word has spread that it was my birthday and Christian came to fuck around with me. Christian is a short kid with a voice that resembles a mouse. He came up to me and said

"Happy birthday. That's like, 13 years of being alive! Congrats!" When he said this I was beginning to get fed up.

"Shut the fuck up you loudmouth dipshit. I told you once and I'll tell you again, go be a faggot somewhere else." I said. Students began to clamor around us.

"Shut up, you're ugly." He had used that reply at least three thousand times this school year.

"Shut up, you're a faggot." I said this as I saw that one girl I mentioned before. She saw us and came to a stop to watch. Christian couldn't take being called a faggot so he leapt at me like a frog.

"Man, fuck this!"

And so we engaged in the fight. He got a few small pathetic hits on me that felt like mere slaps, and then I grabbed his head and forced it against the wall behind me. He was cursing and then started to shed tears. I then realized I didn't want to get in trouble this day; so I kneed him in the testicular area and then pretended as if I was knocked to the ground. Security came and asked what was going on, then took Christian away as he attempted to strike me again. I got up, and stood there as security walked away with Christian. I had just gotten away with being in a fight.

The girl seemed to be in awe, had a smile on her face as she stared at me. Students began to commend me, patting me on the shoulder. The girl came up to me and started talking to me.

"What did he do?"

"He decided to be annoying like usual."

"That was impressive... Are you a sophomore?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Sophomore. - What's your name?"

"George. George Strickler." I don't know why I felt the need to tell her my full name. Perhaps I had hopes she would add me on Facebook later.

"Oh, I've heard about you. I'm Sophie."

We talked for a good, well, two minutes before the final bell rang and she had to hurry off to class. Things went pretty good today. I got her phone number and I'm going to her house later today. I was called up to the principal's office to give them my story, and I still ran off scott-free (That's the correct term, right?). I'm currently the talk of the school. I feel good.

As for the rest of my birthday, I got a new computer monitor and a Nintendo 3DS from my grandmother, along with money. The 3DS is pretty damn cool.

Mr. Smith wasn't here again. Nobody knows where he went.

I also heard something about that fitness camp being closed in less than three days. I could care less, but it makes me wonder why Ms. Klein wasn't here today if it was closed already.

Probably the most interesting day in the whole school year.
I have doubts that tomorrow will be any more interesting/exciting.

The bus ride home

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUY66_pDySA

Still going through my phone's camera roll, I found this. It seems to be taken on the school bus I ride to and from school. It seems like the video was taken as the bus was on the way to the corner at which the second bus stop is; it's very close to my home. I'm a tad confused because I don't remember taking any of this footage. Also worth noting that the video came as is - clips cut and mashed together. A bus ride home usually takes about 15-25 minutes, and this video is 3 minutes long. Really confused right now.

In other news. I watched The Fighter today. It was pretty good. I love me some Boyston accents. Christian Bale is amazing.

iPhone footage

Looking through my camera roll on my iPhone, turns out I took a bunch of footage. I'm currently going through all of them and checking to see if they're anything interesting... So far I've just had an 8 second clip  recorded in the cafeteria. 

Will keep you all posted on anything new/interesting. Trying to enjoy my weekend.

The quiz

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PANECJJmzQk

Here's that quiz I talked about last post. Boy does the shitty quality on my iPhone's video camera make my small hands look more brown skinned than usual.

March 25th 2011: FRAIDAY

Another foggy morning. The photo was taken at about 6:40AM. Today went pretty okay. Just one strange thing which I'll get to in a moment.

I just realized, that same girl I talked about a while ago, I noticed how every time I see her, she gives me a glance for a good 3 seconds and then continues looking straight forward... Probably looking too into this, but as far as I can tell I can get her attention. If her attention towards me is because I'm handsome or because I'm ugly I'm not yet sure.

I wrote this paragraph for English class; I had to write two paragraphs: One paragraph about how I like school and another about how I hate school. I personally think you'd only be interested in how I hate school:

Acidic scents from the human waste left behind by obese women escaped from the bathrooms into the dimly-lit hallways. As I walk around the vast interior of this prison, I realize school is as useless as Rebecca Black's existence. My thoughts, the only intelligent thoughts available in this godforsaken school, are drowned out by the wails and chatter of hundreds of students whose main goal is to have sex despite their age not meeting the legal age of consent. Three more years until I can go to Full Sail University and forget most everything learned in school to learn things that will actually benefit me in my filmmaking career.

Hope you enjoyed that. It faired well with the class when I shared it.

Anyway, now to describe the weird thang.

In my algebra class, Mr. Smith wasn't here today, for like, the first time all school year; however the substitute was told to give back our graded quiz we took yesterday. There was some weird shit on it. I'll have a video of it up possibly later today; maybe you'll even hear my voice.

March 24th 2011: The yearbook

Started work on the yearbook today. They wanted me to take pictures of the school, and made sure that I "capture its good side". Yep.

I did my best to capture its good side as some other students who were walking to class started screwing around in front of the camera. I brought about 20+ photos to the teacher in charge of the yearbook class and she asked if I could record an interview for her, as the usual camera person wasn't here today.

I accepted, and went to the front of the cafeteria entrance doors, where the interview was taking place.

Ronald (the interviewer) was interviewing my HOPE coach (it's basically physical education); Ms. Klein. She's an obnoxious woman who resembles that old woman from that one George Lopez show. Even sounds like her. She was talking about how she's holding a new fitness camp nearby the school. Apparently she's going to be absent tomorrow and the entire next week. Pretty much everyone who has Ms. Klein was so happy, including me.

The recording of the interview was pretty simple. I just pointed the Sony video camera at them the whole time... No flashy cinematography or anything. Maybe I'll take up being the cameraman for interviews as my career!

Fuck no

All that recording seemed to be pretty fucked up when it premiered on the morning broadcast however.  Bunch of static noises and weird distortion. The video quality was fine for like the first five seconds but then the color changed to some type of blue filter. Audio got kind of messed up, but you could still hear the interview. The cameras our school has are old as caveman shit and so are the overall equipment, so I'm guessing that was the cause.

Well, that's like 9 service hours for me. My first service hours. Still got another 30 or so to do in order to graduate in 2013.

See you all tomorrow, I drew something again today, and I'll try to scan that later and post it on here.

Great family-friendly artwork

Drew this in class during a movie.

I just love drawing stuff that makes people all pissed. I noticed I screwed up the guy's hand at the bottom. That's what happens when you draw half-asleep in the dark.

March 23rd 2011: More about me

Today was like any other day unfortunately: Shit. The regular shit. The shit that has become normal. The shit that has become standard for me. Though the weather was odd today. Great amount of fog outside; I don't even remember seeing anything about fog being mentioned on the Weather Channel this week.

In English today that one poser kid Christian started messing with me again.

"Boom." He made a gun out of his small hand and pretended to shoot me while I was sitting in my chair, quiet, doing my work.
In which I replied with "Go be a faggot somewhere else." One of the few rare times when I actually speak out what I was thinking. The other students acted like, well, high school students. They exclaimed "Aw shit!" and "Tried!" among others. Christian felt like a jackass and just sat down.

I'm often the center of attention because I'm so quiet in my classes. I don't know what caused me to be so quiet in school nowadays. I remember my first day of school; kindergarten. I was sitting criss-cross apple sauce and all that bullshit being quiet, folded hands and all that sort; while all the others kids were loud and obnoxious.

Think that's it for today. I'll be doing that yearbook nonsense tomorrow. Enjoy this wonderful song by the Dead Kennedys.

March 22nd 2011

Today was a decent day. It was a no-7 (Don't know if other schools have it; basically we have 7 periods but only go to 6 each day and switch it around.), so no Biology. I don't know why people hate the teacher there, sure he's got a monotone voice but he's hilarious in our class.

The day ended with period 6; Government. We just worked on a long worksheet about the disaster in Japan, and answered questions. Our teacher was crying so we were waiting outside the classroom for 2 minutes after the final bell. Turns out her bank account was charged twice and now she can't pay her mortgage or some shit,  I don't know. Shame, I guess.

"You crying for her?" I say to one of my friends.
He chuckles. "Hell no."

Yeah, not many people like her. Ms. Hollinger can be a bi-polar bitch sometimes. She doesn't teach. We haven't learned anything out of the curriculum in weeks. All we do for grades are current events and vocabulary, with the occasional world map. I rarely do the work, however. I wonder if she can get fired for many complaints.

The other classes were okay as well.

I keep seeing this one girl on the way to 4th period; wondering if she's in her first or second year. I feel like a creep for talking about her on here, but whatever. I only intend to show this blog to a select few friends and internet pals.

The girl's beautiful, I don't know her name because she's not in any one of my classes. Why is it always the ones I'm attracted to are not in any of my classes? It increases the difficulty of me trying to get acquainted with the girl. So far my "tactic" is just hoping I see the girl walking home and I ask her what grade is she in; and get in a conversation.

Anyway, I'm starting work on the yearbook thursday. Unsure of what exactly I'm doing, but I think I'm doing an interview.

It's 1:40 AM, watching videos of the Yogscast (I fucking love Minecraft), I aught to log off here and fall asleep to Lewis and Simon's soothing voices. I'll be back at 3 or 4 PM to report how school went.

Welcome, I guess

Been thinking of doing a blog for a little while now. Don't know why. Just feels good to spit out random nonsense to a few people who feel like sitting behind their computer screen who read about people's oh-so-interesting lives. The name's George Strickler. I go to Coral Glades High School in Florida. Really corrupted school; and as you would guess from the name, it's located by the Everglades. You can probably Google a few pictures of it. You can see it's a pretty nicely designed school from the exterior, but on the inside there's shit waiting to be faced. There's no auditorium or whatever you call it; we hold plays and "concerts" in the cafeteria. I'm currently in my 2nd year here. Still sick of it.

Interesting electives this year though; I've got Introduction to Film (Fuck yeah), Photography (Sweet), and Spanish I (Shit). So far it's been pretty fun. I've recently been tasked with helping out with the school yearbook and broadcast, for service hours (You need like 36 service hours in order to graduate). I really hate the requirements. I did horrible freshmen year as it is, but I've got all this other crap to do.

I really hate school (If you haven't noticed). I can't wait to be done with this shit and just go to university (Full Sail University), and learn/do what I want to do. And that's filmmaking and other arts. Not doing a bunch of pointless math that can be solved with a computer or figuring out how organisms work. Never going to use that shit.

Anyway, this post is becoming borderline TL;DR, so I'll just end it here and I'll begin writing the next post talking about how Tuesday went.