It's about time I updated this again. I'm so tired. Last night was incredibly stressful. Today was incredibly stressful. And I didn't even get to sit by Valerie Kinemoto again. Yes. That was the highlight of my day yesterday. The highlight of my day today was not having to sit near Sos Oganessian in Comp. National Honor Society better be really worth getting into. I'm just gonna ramble for a bit if that's okay with you. If it's not, then why are you reading this in the first place?
My dad mentioned last night, "Practice makes perfect." Until then I had had absolutely no problem with that phrase. [And yes, Word, it is gramatically correct to have two had's there.] But to be human is to be inherently imperfect. In essence, what this phrase means is that if you practice enough, you'll become perfect. So naturally, you'll want to practice and practice until you perfect whatever it is you're trying to do, but you'll never get there unless you're inhuman. So this doesn't apply if your name is Clark Kent or Tom Welling. Would you spend your life trying and trying to become something that you'll never achieve? Perhaps not. By all means, that doesn't mean you shouldn't try though. I think "Do your best" is much more useful and much more practical.
I got my microphone to work. I being my dad. Got my microphone to work being installed a new sound card. So basically, my dad installed a new sound card, which enabled my microphone to work. So now I can record my stuff for gov here and send it to Cyrus. This video would've been a lot more fun if we had no deadline and no general topic to cover. I swear, we're going to have to start our Comp video like two months before it's due. Too much Tekken 4 + Bop It + Torx + BradFORD = inefficiency. See, if this were physics, the force in would be highly greater than the force out. If our work ethic was a heat engine, the input heat would be much, much less than the output heat. You all know what I mean. Or you will.
I'm not all messed up anymore. I think. I was reading all this stuff from 8th grade and I miss how everything I worried about was trivial and not really that important. There was one sentence of this note I was reading that made me so sad. I bet you're wondering what it was. Well, too bad. Guess you'll have to wonder forever. Kind of like me.