Rosco P. Coltrane

And you thought California judges were dumb.

Court blocks Do Not Call Registry

Yay, more authority for the FCC. It's not like the FCC charges $75 for licenses for the "General Mobile Radio Service" or anything.

Today went pretty well. The chem lab went all right, I got my English homework done (Yay, Major Works Data Sheets. It's not like I have anything better to do than spend several hours filling out one of these stupid things for everything we read so Mr. Blair won't give me an F on it because I didn't fill every square inch) and tomorrow we're watching the video of the Springer skit. It should be funny.

I got my lunchbox back! I lost it yesterday, but today it was sitting on the filing cabinet in the cafeteria. Yay!

I almost asked Lindsey B. to Homecoming. Almost.

Well, I have a ton of stuff to do to get ready for Key Club tomorrow. Key Club 101, yay!

Oh, and another thing. Mr. Verthein came into my English class today to talk to me because he couldn't get into contact with the lady running Good Neighbor Day to find out where we would be for administrative approval, and he said he was considering canceling the activity. The administration sucks. If we don't get to do this because of them and miss our press coverage, then an anonymous narrative of my experience caroling for NHS last year will find its way into Mr. Johnson's inbox.

Currently listening to: Man, it's so loud in here by They Might Be Giants

Rock on.

P.S. Oh, yes! Good news, good news! I got my letter from MIT today. They also sent me another application, which is good, since Mrs. Brown told us that we should have two. It's been a good day.

Plus, tonight is the West Wing premiere, in addition to Enterprise and Joe 2.0, a show which kind of looks interesting. But duty calls, and I must post this entry. Au revoir!