Secrets secrets are no fun, unless you share with everyone!

So, since last night around two or whatever, I've been feeling great. I must be bipolar, or crazy. Either way, it's Mrs. Gage's fault. I'm almost done with the ridiculous amount of work she assigned, and I managed to fix a lot of man vs. man conflict while doing this. Also. Why am I awake? I went to bed at 4:30, and now it is 9:22, and seven hours ago I was talking to my cousin and going WHY IS IT 2:22. So yeah. My arms feel funny. Big caffeine + little body = 4.5 hours of sleep. But it was worth it.

Incantation and Dance (and English)

A knife tearing my skin,
The effect is still the same,
Burns and bruises are nothing,
Next to the sound of your name.

Now, that's not the answer to "Why is Fahrenheit 451 science fiction," but it is what I ended up writing. Mrs. Gage and some other people have given me the greatest headache I've ever had. I'm almost done with the short answer, and am about to enter the massive essays. The big guns, if you will. The big guns that are pointed right at my face. I will finish this test tonight if it kills me.

PS: Incantation and Dance is catchy. I will be using that bass line thing in a project.

Dear K. Nathan McHenry, I'd like to thank you

So after babysitting, and getting minimal work done on my 90,000 cc's of English work, I took a break to see the New World Jive play at the Wake Zone. I know have the ability to relax, plus the caffeine to stay up all night and get this work done.

Woohoo!

Also, Jordan Turner is the most skilled hugger I have ever met.

Yeah, I know what you mean (I think)

Y would yuu tell mehbyuu love meh if yuu dnt. Y would yuu say that yuu care If yuu dnt. Y would yuu say that I'm the only one if I wasn't. Y would yuu break my heart knowin that it took meh a while to find it. I can't belive what my SSS saw today. I hate the word "love":(!!!~ { crying}~

I wish I had the ability to read these, but after much though I think I can understand this one.

Dear Biology, I would love to throw you in a microwave with a bomb strapped on your penis.

So, biology is dumb. So dumb I'm not even gonna capitalize it. Or, it's not dumb, I just don't like it. Plus, Mrs. Norton is even worse than the H-Dock. I swear to god, if the next unit has anything to do with NADPH or FADPH or NAD or NADH or FAD or FADH or PGA or PGAL or Pyruvic acid I'm just going to gut myself, and rot.

What matters: Sunlight leads to plants getting energy. This is good because they give off oxygen into the atmosphere.

What we learned: Sunlight hits the Thylakoid gland and electrons (why the hell aren't they with the rest of their atom anyway?) and then they get carried by NADPH to the ETC and blah blah blah. ... And then 38 (minus four ATP used during glycosis) = 34 net gain of ATP.

At least I have funtastic Geometry and no-effort English!

Oh. Speaking of no effort English, I actually have to write about 16 paragraphs. Hopefully my good friend Michaela can make that more fun.

I hear Jerusalem bells ringing, Roman cavalry cries singing.

So today, I had to go to math tutoring. I currently have a 90.414, which is a failing grade. It was supposed to be an hour afterschool. Me, and the guy helping, who isn't paid were both finished with everything without a hitch in fifteen minutes. With nothing to do for forty five minutes before a ride, I was in a predicament. I plugged in some Green Day, and walked in every hallway, outer area, and every part of the school.

'Twas amazing.

Is it over?

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse

*This is from Green Day's Jesus of Suburbia*

I Lose! (Repost!)

Well, its over. The game is over, someone won, and it wasn't me. I feel like I came in second(which isn't a good thing). But that's just first to lose. Kudos, for winning the game. You know who you are.

All the cool kids are doing it

So here's my last week

Last Monday and Tuesday were both really weird, because I didn't do anything at all and the days mushed together.

Wednesday was dumb.

Thursday my bass clarinet was officially broken. (Luckily, I didn't fail too badly at jazz band)

If my bass clarinet is broken, then I use the school one.
If I use the school one, then my tone goes down the toilet.

My bass clarinet was broken, therefore my tone went down the toilet.

Friday was alright, I put on a smile and took my biology test like a boss.
**To do a Norton test you need notes from Johnson cause all their stuff is on the test. The study guide Los Nortonos gives you are no help.

Saturday I did absolutely nothing, but it was fun.

And Sunday I had a fun day walking in circles, eating, and watching a movie!

Today was fun though. Geometry's always easy and fun. Some people are very passionate about it. English was the normal waste of time, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Lunch was boring, and we did all of our biology homework. Biology was more physically taxing then all of gym (ever) combined. We took more notes than hillabaloo daisy hughes. And Mrs. Norton yelled at us for not being able to read her handwriting. Band was really boring (because of our part overflowing with rests) but playing was good.

There may come a time in your life when you ask, "Is this really happening?" The answer. Is yes.

Lolss qurh yea ii do : ) lyk i hear alot of dudes say dat ha ass qotta be phat n blah blah blah but theres somebody 4 euerybody sooooo.!!

So I saw this on facebook and couldn't help but think..

What does that even mean?

Whoever can tell me gets a *Fantastic Prize!*

BA DAHP BA BAH! Bahhhhhh

I would like to say that I, Saif Nabil Hassan, love band. And my bass clarinet is dead. And the school ones suck. So tomorrow will be hell. On a side note, to everyone in my band class, if Hannah and I played Mercury it wouldn't have been the massive fail it was.


And today I forget what number came after 29 >.<
It should be friday

MLIA, FML, MLID, MLIG__ February 17

Today, I went to school. I came home and did nothing. MLIA

Today, my friend got pissed at me for less than or equal to very little reason. FML

Today, I had to study for two hours straight, because I have a B in biology. MLID (my life is desi)

Today, my headache went away and I ate food. MLIG

links

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=374820169562&ref=nf

Crazy, but that's how it goes.

Do it

Way to go.

http://www.wral.com/news/local/story/7041186/

I lose!

Well, its over, I think. I kind of hope it is, and I kind of wish it wasn't. The game is over, someone won, and it wasn't me. I feel like I came in second. But that's just first to lose. Kudos, for winning the game. You know who you are.

Finalized Story! Done!

Saif Hassan

Gage

English I Honors, Period 2

12 February 2010

Once there was a man named Lloyd. He was a master of unicorn riding. If you gave him a unicorn he was a flat out beast. He was the captain of the Luftwaffe, the golden horned force that protected the German skies from the Brits. He was admired far and wide, even by his enemies. Even during the 679^th day of the great war, when the Brits unleashed the full force of their attack force, no one expected him to be defeated.

“It’s a beautiful day for a flight,” lightly said Logan, second in command to Lloyd, “but it’s never a good day for killing and war.”

“Ah, Logan, how do you plan on being good at something you dislike?”

“Are you suggesting you like war?”

“Why do you think I’m in this army?”

“For your country.”

“If it was my country, no one else could come close.”

“How could you ensure that?”

“Have you ever heard of Sparta?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. How could families, cultures, or humanity thrive?”

“You’re lucky I won’t be dying in combat. You’d be a weak leader, and you’re entire beloved country would fall to pieces.”

“Sir, a ruler isn’t just one who-“

“Wait with everyone else until I give the signal.”

Lloyd knew Logan had great ability and the will to push his men forward, but didn’t believe in his philosophy. Logan was always self-righteous, and Lloyd despised this. Logan always made himself seem like a noble man, but Lloyd new better. He knew that there weren’t men better suited for Logan’s position than Logan, but he knew Logan didn’t know that. He also knew when threatened or bribed, Logan would succumb easily out of fear or want. But these were human qualities, and Logan was still an above average human, in every way.

Not two hours later, the skies were shot with a cornet note that could shatter mountains like glass, and this meant that it was time. General Lloyd called out the troops, who mounted their unicorns. The unicorns ran at breakneck speeds, lowered their heads and were silent. They wouldn’t run out of energy, but they did run out of cliff. The wings exploded out of the horned horses like airbags after a crash. But up here, nothing can save you from a crash. As they went higher in the sky, the only things visible below them were clouds. It seemed they were to ever be suspended in a sea of white clouds, when the famous red horns of the British force flew towards them. Some say they painted them red so the unicorns weren’t spooked by the blood of their enemies, but even if they were painted white, not a single drop would stain the glorious animals’ horns. Although the German spies, who were never mistaken, had said the full air force was to fight, that was not the case. It was still a rather large force attacking the Luftwaffe. Lloyd’s mastery of aerial battle was apparent. He annihilated line after line of soldiers, long after they surrendered. Finally Logan halted the slaughter.

“Captain, what are you doing?!”

“What does it look like, doing your job for you, you lazy twit!”

“You have to stop!

Lloyd’s anger was uncontainable, as he took a blind charge at Logan.

“You’re insane!”

“Insane? I’m a god damned genius!” roared Lloyd as he dove straight down.

As soon as Lloyd was out of sight, Logan knew that all may be lost. He called for a full retreat, but it was too late. He was the only pilot fast enough to avoid the Brits. Like a bloody geyser from hell, they charged upwards, led by Captain Lloyd himself. The underbellies of Logan’s brothers were pierced, and he watched as one man turned all of Germany upside down.

When Logan returned to Germany, he had very little hope. He knew that the true British force was on its way. Led by the greatest and most malicious flyer the world had ever seen, they would easily turn his homeland into a graveyard. He doubted it would even do any good to warn his president, and did the unforgivable. He betrayed his country. He packed, grabbed his wife, and disappeared. He spent the next three years in pain. His wife was sorrowful, he was torn, and his only daughter chose to stay with her husband in Germany. Every day he would berate himself, and made sure he felt pain, emotionally and physically. One night, his wife discovered that the bright snakes possessing her husband were inflicted by none other than himself. She realized then, that she was the only thing keeping him from returning to Germany, and fighting with the rebels that were surely there. She knew what had to be done. Logan returned from the fields one night and saw, to his horror, his entire life dangling before him, moving only from the chilling wind.

Things were much better for Lloyd. He spent three years doing whatever he pleased, as a co-consul of Germany. He was in charge of quelling rebellions and tracking criminals. These petty jobs bored him, however, and most of his time was spent with Christoph. Christoph was a swordsman and an incredible unicorn pilot. When Lloyd learned that he was not just ‘another British pansy’ he was intrigued. There was finally a man to match his power. A man he could admire, and relate to. Although Lloyd was technically Christoph’s superior, he treated him as an equal in every way. In fact, Lloyd soon announced to Christoph, that he was no longer mentoring him. He told Christoph he was a fresh young talent, one who could rule for years after Lloyd was no longer fit to battle. One day they were talking about Lloyd’s ingenious plan that ended the old Germany.

“Sir, what made you ally with us?”

“I knew Germany had no future.”

“Of course they did, with you leading them!”

“Christoph, you flatter me, one man cannot decide the fate of a country.”

“But if anyone can, it’s you.”

By now, their relationship was more recreation than business, and they spent most of their days unicorn jousting and taking long strolls in the forest. Lloyd found out that the more he spent time with and learned about Christoph, the more he learned about himself. Lloyd was very content with his life except for one thing, he never got to kill Logan. He knew that he flew away, because he was a decent flyer. He felt like he would never be able to move forward in his life until he had closure with the man he grew close to and betrayed. He knew that if he combined forces with Christoph, Logan would be found and killed easily. But at this point in time, he could only dream. Or so he thought. His thoughts were all proven wrong when he learned of an entire city being taken overnight by rebels. The faction gained support very quickly and was becoming a small force. They spoke of German values, rights, and about how they could reclaim the land so close to their hearts. Lloyd knew only one man could stir up such a mess so quickly, Logan. They would indeed meet again, and he would show him, once and for all, that his philosophy was better. But, then again, he was thinking there was more to life than glory and thrill. Whenever he was with Christoph, he felt a subtle warmness and started to notice the finer things in life, such as the soft breeze, and the smells of nature.

“Alright, everyone, it looks like we’ve been noticed,” announced Logan to his new comrades. He had very quickly climbed the ranks of this force, when an older general recognized him from the Luftwaffe. He doubted they had any chance of surviving once they were noticed, but he had nothing to lose. He told them that if they fought, they would most likely die, but if they ran, the guilt would surely rip them apart. Their battle plan was simple, they were going to make it seem like they were entirely on the ground, while the unicorn forces stayed high in the air. When the Brits swoop down, so would they. Meanwhile, Lloyd and Christoph were preparing for the attack. Lloyd knew that no matter what they saw, there’d be more to it. So when the entire defenses were on the ground, they took to the air. They were met by Logan and a team of five men. None of them were surprised to meet each other, and all got ready for attack. In a flash, three men had fallen. Using his infallible steed Lloyd was untouched, but the attack was not worth it. In his peripherals he saw the sight that tortured him at night, and haunted him always. Christoph had been struck by the other three men, and Logan overpowered him, but not before he grabbed Logan. They both began to free fall to imminent doom. Lloyd had two choices. Turning his stomach upside down, he executed a full power dive and went after his former student. His unicorn retracted its great wings, and the fall gained momentum. He grabbed soft, warm, hands, and felt a wave of relief pulse through him. He thought of rosy cheeks, slim, but mighty shoulders, and a smile that melted the heart of a god he didn't believe in. He died with a smile on his face, and his lover in his hands.

(RAH)² (AH)³ + [ROMA (1+MA)] + (GA)² + (OOH)(LA)²

Wancho' Bad Romance


Today I spent four hours with Michaela watching A Capella. This is our favorite.

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....damn and double damn.

I'm so mad. At myself. I was mean to one of, if not my favorite person in the world. And for no reason. AND this person was already not happy. It's like I was walking down the street, and there was a cute puppy, like the beat up ones from the ads, and I just kicked it. Or at least I think I did. I don't know why in the world I did, but I definitely swung my leg. I don't even know what I'm doing.



















and I still haven't seen a Rocky movie. **

If he dies, he dies.

I NEED TO SEE A ROCKY MOVE. I HAVEN'T SEEN ONE SINCE LAST *^(*^)(%*_(^* JANUARY. IT HAS BEEN THIRTEEN MONTHS. LUCKILY, I FINALLY FOUND THE ROCKY IV SOUNDTRACK.

Gimme samba dat!

LOL It snowed three inches here and we got three snow days and an hour delay. But now the schedule is completely discombobulated. Lack of combobulation is present. There is a huge void where everyone's combobulation should be. I was supposed to have a couple tests or whatever, but that does not look like its going to happen.

BUT I HAD FUN IN THE SNOW!



Although the actual snow didn't last very long, the fear of frozen water haunted every member of the Wake County board. The storm cloud of snow released the lightning bolt of frozen roads like a whip.
That is my interpretation of the nightmares of paranoid board members.
I heart paranoid board members.

Bass Clarinet, enjoyable even when just playing random notes.

So I just decided to practice, only today I recorded it.

Now you know that even with no music, and a not stellar player, bass clarinet sounds good.

OR

You'll all hate this and I'm just obsessed with the bass clarinet sound.

Few villains are scarier than those who truly believe they are doing God's work.

Another reason the Joker scares me is that he's &^&#*@&#@*&# crazy. (I don't know what word I just censored, but he is.)
Who else is scary? Religious fanatics.
I suppose I would be scary too, if I thought my only purpose in the world was to

a) kill the Jews
b) kill the gays
c) kill the Americans
d) take over Jerusalem while killing as many Muslims as possible.

One long-ass pistol.

You know who's always scared me? The Joker. He kills, he tortures, and he's just creepy.

The scariest thing about him is that I want to be just like him. I want to be able to just feel pain, and laugh. I don't care if it's a laugh full of pain, I just want to laugh. It'd also be cool to have a purple tuxedo, and one long-ass pistol.