I wake up, the day begins, School begins, Life begins, the diet coke it sold out, this is school.

I have always had a real problem with diet colas, more specifically the people that buy them. I know that since your 5'1 320 pounds anything with diet in it is a good idea, but when your purchase consists not just a diet coke, but also a small bag of Doritos and three candy bars for dessert you need to rethink things. The items bought with diet drinks include but are not limited to said items, but tubs of ice cream are also favorites among the "dieters."
-Side note, that title is dead.

Anyone who diets now, diets in the way said above (not at all) or has an eating disorder. That is because diets, if used correctly, do not results that are scalable to society. With that I say go ahead, you knew it was true, have a snack to fill the void you are so desperately trying to make.

I am sitting in the faculty room right now. In the time I've been here I've come to one almost immediate conclusion, the faculty members are filthy, or I am neat, I'll pick the latter.

Upon sitting down, actually even before I sat down I was compelled to dust off the table (after realizing that just blowing on it will not get the job done) using a bag of popcorn one of the teachers had left.

In retrospect I realize that this faculty room is far above what my co-workers of shop n' save left their eating-place, but this just seems different. Grocery workers are inheritably dirty people, word with food, spilled food, and other unsavory elements of the grocery business all day long.

Jesus, I hate crumbs, through my close inspection it appears that some stupid teachers were eating brownies (I can tell because of the enormous crumb size). I mean get a damp napkin and clean it up, I would but I don't work here.

My first period today went by quickly, I slept through most of it, sort of like the vacation car ride effect - sleep as much as possible, even if you don't really have to, and it isn't nearly as bad. Right now I am in composition, hence the composing, my literary manifesto of thoughts; to be followed by journalism.

Sitting here in the faculty room I notice a microwave, reminding me of the question that has plagued me for the past several weeks, which is: If I were to begin cooking something and then smashed the looking glass part out, what would happen? Would said ax spark like the effect of putting a fork in the microwave? Would I be injured in anyway, and most importantly, would it be cool? Not cool to the touch, I imagine I will be quite hot, but cool to look at, sparks everywhere like the fourth millennium has just came upon city, money falling from the sky, and 17 virgins all trying, at my feet, to get my undivided attention, as I play a funky bass riff on my ax/guitar, while I jump an explosion on my dirt bike.

I am personally worried about the status of high school seniors, our future. Either IM a genius (last time I was tested, results were negative) or these people (children) are complete idiots, not all; most. Politics, the future, knowledge, wisdom, all held to little regard when found in comparison to a "sweet ride," or anything with flashing lights. I have even taken my time, my precious time, out of my day of slackery to teach them about crazy concepts like the stock market, democracy, or why eating three cookies at one time, when presumably a scrumptious idea can have irreversible or even fatal conclusions. This of course depends on cookie size, I'll just say the average home made cookie size, and unless you live somewhere like Texas where "everything is bigger," for unknown reason you should be reasonably safe with two but should take it on at a time.

I am attempting, or have been for quite some time to diversify myself. My last activity inclusion would be reading, I wanted/want to read the classics. I read "Catcher in The Rye," which was perhaps, one of the greatest books I will ever read, and has impacted my life (I am sure) in at least a minor way. I seem to have fallen short though, I am currently reading "A heart breaking work of staggering genius," I saw "fallen short," because it is yet to be declared a classic, I doubt it ever will be though, because it is far too entertaining to be a classic in the eyes of the literary "elite," I am sure.

I myself have embarked several times to write my own classic American novel, each time failing after several pages in. I contribute this to my change in mindset. I will start a book one day, a week later decide it is too depressing, start another, then two days later feel depressed again. It's like clockwork, or a very old malfunctioning, but still working coo-coo clock who's bird jolts out at random spots in time, disturbing all that is happening at the moment.