Yesterday my brother came running into the house panting.

"You know Nathan...? The guy next door...? Our neighbor...? Ex-Con...? Well... he gave me... hold on... I need to catch my breath."

What? A gun? Explosives? Cocain?! SPIT IT OUT, BOY!

"He had an extra Obama sign, so he gave it to me."

Although cool, this was very anticlimactic news. I was expecting him to say a bloody ax or something.

My mom found the sign in our garage last night. I was up in my room doing my hair when I heard her confront Nolan about it.

"Do not put that thing on my lawn, do you hear me? Do not put that thing on my lawn."

So she's more bitter about the election that I previously thought. Fine. No more political macros for her... unless it's a good Sarah Palin one, because she's everybody's joke.

This morning I was running late, again, so I didn't have time to put the tv on the very lulzy and relatively neutered Morning Joe. When my mom finally turned it on, it was set to CNN, and although I wasn't paying attention, I could recognize John Roberts' voice asking someone if they thought Obama's policies could be considered socialism. Filling the satellite delay, my mom grumbled "Yes!" in a way that startled me. The interviewee on tv began his rebuttal, which happened to be in, I suppose, a fairly feminine voice.

"Is he gay?" my brother asked.
"No, Nolan!" My mom.
"I think that's my que to go upstairs," I sighed and exited.

A year ago I would have said my mom saw eye-to-eye on some social issues, but she's "gone home" to the Republican party, I guess. As for my brother, I've talked to him numerous times about tolerance and I was pretty sure I covered not assuming people aren't straight because of voice frequencies.

Have I taught these people nothing?!

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Modern Film & Lit- Our assignment today was to get into groups and write a script for an alternative ending to Little Miss Sunshine which we'll act out on Monday.

The usual chorus of "What the fuck? This isn't a drama class!" lasted only a minute today before we reluctantly obliged. We stuck on task for 20 minutes, tops, before giving it up. I don't think anyone was excited by the prospect of a three minute skit.

I'm Dwayne, too, because I don't talk much. Good deal, right? I still feel awkward, though.

Mr. Phil was being an ass again today, as usual. In the past he's talked about all these big dreams he has, even saying he would like to be an astronaut. He's said he thinks it would be cool and fun, like it's racquetball or something and he could just pick it up one weekend.

He admitted he could never become an astronaut, though, because he wasn't that into math and science.

My money was on "gravity."

Newspaper- Continued to work on layout. Time never flies so fast as when I'm trying to lay out. Goddamnit.

At the end of class, everyone printed off what they had so far and Krystal and me split them to edit later. I took a look at a couple of them in math and they're pretty bad. I can only imagine how Jesse felt last year. xD

Lunch- Abby and Kasey have Pre-Calculus for third hour, so a good percentage of our lunchtime conversations are about Mr. T.

Kasey: "Do any kids actually have any fun in that class?"
Me: "Mr. Taylor does."

That got a better reaction than I expected, but I supposed I summed it up pretty well. xD

Pre-Calc- I completely forgot that Mr. T says "M'kay" exactly like Mr. Mackey in South Park. It's particularly hilarious because he doesn't have an accent at all; just every once in awhile he'll go, "And that's how you would get that answer, ummmkahy?"

Spanish- In contrast, Mr. E says "N'kay."

OH SHIT YOU GUYS GUESS WHAT I FOUND! It's the trailer for Como Agua Para Chocolate (Like Water for Chocolate). You know, that really inappropriate movie Mr. E had us watch in Spanish last year.

Dude, there's even nudity in the trailer. xD