Now More Happier.


My school is so weird sometimes.

During fifth block (the first one of the day), I finished my work early and decided to run up to the tennis coach's room to get forms for joining the team. As I'm heading back down, I get asked by a friend whether or not I'm busy. I answer in the negative, and after some confusion, end up going down to a soundproof practice room in the orchestra area. Why? Mini-rave. It ended up being fivish people, listening to music from my MP3 player, dancing spasmodically under (beside?) a strobe light. Then I went back to class. Someone who thrives on getting people in trouble, but who I have something of a friendship with asked me where I'd been. "You'll never believe it," I responded.
He replied with a somewhat predictable, "Where?" I smirked and told him that I'd been at a techno dance party. He didn't believe me.

I want to do that again.



I'm considering it. The tennis team needs people, I sort of want to play a sport and I like badminton and tennis doesn't look that different. Of course, they've already started practices, but that is only a minor problem.


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Ignorance is...bliss?

So, today was Black Panther day. Last week, I saw them as some sort of misguided, needlessly revolutionary, violent and racist group. Then, however, I did some research. Survival programs totally and completely changed my mind. Here is a group that, instead of just talking, whining and buying commercials actually did something. And not only that, they didn't ask the government for help when the government had so obviously turned its back on them. They said, "You don't want to help us? Well, motherfuck you we'll do it on our own." And that, quite simply, rocked my world.

And so what had been a chance to exercise my graphic design skills and get some extra credit in History became a learning experience.

So not only did I make and print a few posters, I printed just a bit over a hundred (111ish) and put them up after school. Hey, I was was the least I could do in return. I thoroughly enjoyed it and it was a much better use of my time than sitting around and not doing anything.

But today, even after the information table, I heard a surprising amount of misinformation and statements I hesitate to call 'facts' because that would serve only to sully the word.

"The Black Panthers are a racist, violent organization"
Except...the Black Panthers wanted the betterment of all oppressed peoples, and the downfall not of whites, but of those who sought to keep them poor and seperate. They accepted help from whites, yellows, browns, whatever. They, being Marxist-Leninists, saw their struggle not as based on race, but based on class. The rich vs. the poor, not the whites vs. the blacks.
Violent? There was a split in the party, from which the Black Liberation Army formed, which was violent. However, the Black Panthers were unrelated. The founder of the BLA, Eldridge Cleaver, had been kicked out of the Party before this organization was started. At no point in time did the Black Panthers advocate senseless and unnecessary bloodshed.

"The Black Panthers are basically the other end of the KKK"
The KKK is a hate group. Their 'platform' is based on the extermination and/or removal of all minorities. The Black Panthers are a (Black/People's) Power Organization, whose platform is based on the needs of the community. They are not simply a 'Hate everyone who is different' organization, they are an organization with a clear, defined purpose and a means of achieving this.

"The Black Panthers assassinated Malcolm X"
The only problem with this theory is that a) The Black Panthers based themselves around Malcolm X's early expression and later ideology and b) They didn't exist when he was assassinated.

I don't understand why someone would either support or oppose a group they know next to nothing about. And then, when it was possible to learn more, not take that opportunity. Then again, I'm guessing that atleast some of it was simply the 'Anti-Anything' attitude so embraced by some who doubtless see themselves as original revolutionaries.

Fuck blind rebellion.
Fuck blind hate.

[On another note, there was a picture taken. I will get my hands on it.]


It was worth it.

I spent maybe 45 minutes putting up most of the posters I printed yesterday. It's a thing of beauty. Anyone who goes to ARGS and reads this should stop by the history foyer tomorrow. For anyone that doesn't, well, I'll try to get my hands on some pictures if any get taken, and you can rest assured that I'll post them. I am, apparently, the propaganda king.



I've spent just about 3.5 hours now printing Black Panther propaganda. Just over 110 sheets of paper, 6 different poster designs. I did two of them, the other 4 are from the book The Black Panthers Speak. Apparently Black Panther day isn't school sanctioned, and instead of allowing an information desk in front of the cafeteria, we're only allowed to put the posters up or talk about them (in a formal setting, I doubt they'll be policing classrooms or the hallway) in the History foyer. So the teacher decided to go all out and make it the Black Panther foyer, which'll be pretty cool. The whole goal is to dispell some of the myths and misinformation surrounding them, hopefully the administration will attend. Because they need to.



Productive day.

Despite the sick day, I did school work. However, it was hyper rad school work. Because this month is Black History month, Friday is Black Panther day at school. In History, the teacher is letting us make posters for extra credit. Here are the 2 I made.

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Looking at them, it doesn't seem like the big amount of work it turned out to be. I guess the picture doesn't show that I changed the panther like 4 times before just pulling the logo from and messing with that. Except I had to resize it, which made the quality crap. So I went over it with a white brush, and it looks decent. Then I did another copy in tabloid size, which meant more going over with a brush. But I loved every second of it. I'm a far cry from an artist, but I love graphic design.


I'm home today because I'm going to the doctor's later. My throat's been hurting for five or six days now, but not really bad enough to want to go to the doctor's. I've been clinging to the belief that it'll go away, but after five or six days, that hope has pretty much died. I just hope that whatever it is, it won't prevent me from giving blood on Thursday. I'd like to do that, but I don't imagine the Red Cross will let me if I'm sick.



In about 6 days, the fingers around school will sport much more bling. Atleast on the second floor, in between classes. Why? Because that's where the upperclassmen lockers are, and rings come in this week. The ceremony's on Saturday, I'm still not sure if I'm going or not. It really depends on how many friends are also going.


Today was excellent.

I was at school for about an hour, then *BAM* field trip. We went to VCU to check out the Pivot Points exhibition. Then we went to Good Taste, a chinese restaurant in the Fan. I saw my brother's old house (1636 W Grace), where I spent some of the more turbulent, pivotal days of my life. I didn't get a very good look at it, because I was looking for addresses and only noticed it because I saw 1638 go by...but I think the doorway was covered in plywood. Anyway, back to field trip. We went to U of R and looked at Rococo to Revolution and Bonnie Prince Charlie a pair of exhibitions of old French prints, glassware, and busts. Then we walked to another building and saw Silent Spring, an Andy Warhol exhibition and some spiffy rocks from their permanent collection (including a scale replica of the Taj Mahal in alabaster and a 3 foot tall incense burner in jade). If I had any sort of prentions at being an artist, I'd be inspired. We got back to school about 5 minutes after the day ended, meaning I only had to take a short walk to get to my bus and the day was over. Sweet.

I feel the need to write something insightful and introspective, but I'm not really sure how to put it into words. Be on the look out.


Happy Birthday, Sara. You're my favorite sister-in-law.



I was inspired by a post of my brother's. Summary: 1 month without shaving. I don't think I've gone that long without doing it, even during the summer. I'm not sure exactly how long it's been, but I figure I've got about 3 weeks left.


Happy New Year.

2 months late? Nope, I'm on Chinese time now. It's the year of the Rooster, baby.

Anyway, here's my zodiac personality explanation thing, in honor of the occasion. It's actually sort of accurate; in a vague, zodiac way.

People born in the Year of the Rabbit are articulate, talented, and ambitious. They are virtuous, reserved, and have excellent taste. Rabbit people are admired, trusted, and are often financially lucky. They are fond of gossip but are tactful and generally kind. Rabbit people seldom lose their temper. They are clever at business and being conscientious, never back out of a contract. They would make good gamblers for they have the uncanny gift of choosing the right thing. However, they seldom gamble, as they are conservative and wise. They are most compatible with those born in the years of the Sheep, Pig, and Dog.



Last night's party was fun. It's sort of a blur (possibly because I got mad crunk, possibly because I've only had ~3.5 hours of sleep), but it was probably one of the most fun parties I've been to. I saw people who I was pretty good friends with at the beginning of high school but don't talk to enough anymore, that was nice. Saw a couple people I haven't talked to since middle school, which was sort of weird. I'm actually surprised they recognized me.

[Insert cool ending.]


I hate German.

I wish I didn't need 3 years of a language to get an advanced diploma, because I hate this God damned language. It's confusing as hell, and that isn't helped by the fact that the teacher isn't willing to work with us. School started 5 months ago, and we're on chapter 3 of the German book. We're going back to the second one, so hopefully it won't be so horrible. Anyway, this is my most recent quiz.

The picture files are kind of big, so if you're using 56k you might be in for a little wait.
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Other than that, school's not so bad. I'm not doing too hot in Physics, but I like the that's weird. Everything else I'm up to my usual awesome standards in.

Ashley/Ugly Girl is gone, already it's much nicer. I was going to throw a party, but upon further thought I figured it wasn't a good idea so I'm not. I'm going to a party Saturday though, so it's basically the same thing.