Well it is day three of my spring break and what have I done? Just about nothing, but like that is a surprise. I was going to go swimming with Alex at her pool last night, but I kept procrastinating about asking my mom to see if I could go. I finally did, to find that she was making dinner and then I didn't start eating dinner at 8 p.m. I said I'd be there at 8:30... I feel like a complete dick, like I was leading her on or whatever, and then just kind of stood her up. I didn't even let her know that I couldn't go, I just kind of procrastinated again. She didn't seem to mind, but I don't know how she really felt, 'cause it's not like I haven't done that kind of thing to her before. I feel completely wrong, and I don't know why I do it. It's like I just take our friendship for granted, and am so careless with it. After all this time of wanting a friend down here, and finally getting one, I'm abusing it...

Once her mom comes back from Botanical Gardens, she is supposed to pick me up so that I can go swimming at her place or go to the beach. I have really high doubts that we'll go the beach however. I haven't been to the beach forever. I miss it badly. Even though this is a vacation, this is like my only day that I have that I could actually do something, until Saturday, because of tennis. It's at a pretty inconvienient time. 3-6 p.m. Oh well, I do want to get a lot better, and I need to get much better if I want to be able to play on UMT's tennnis team. One of the best teams in the northwest. I played a kid from up there at noon today, a blowsome start time, but that's what you get when your mother schedules things. He was a nice kid, and looked a lot like Chris Long, only younger, even though they are both the same age (sixteen). He seemed to be in a major rush, running after all the balls and such inbetween points, but I don't think he was in one. Just his style I suppose. In any case, I destroyed him, despite using hard court balls on the clay. I played on the courts that Tropic Schooner uses, and they were as dry as Marshwood's former soccer field. It was dusty and shit, it blew. The Mexicans watched us with amusement. Though the score was 0 and 1, it was his second time on a clay court, and he hadn't been used to exercising down in Florida (ironically he was from Montana), not to mention outdoors seeing as how Montana is still under snow.

-Dan, dhurrikane@hotmail.com

Leprosy is a bitch... I didn't realize how long it had been since I had last updated. Too long it seems. Been busy with damn homework and periodicals. That's my excuse anyway. I haven't been online very often lately, which is severely irritating to me. Oh well.

I missed the bus today, which kind of struggled. I hadn't missed my bus since last year. My mom was surprisingly complacent about it though. We have been fighting incessantly lately however, so that's probably the reason why. She just wanted to have some peace between us. It didn't last long...

I had to go down to drop off my tennis bag in Mr. Perriello's room, which was less of a pain in the ass than I expected it to be. Mr. Edgemon, my Criminal Justice teacher was in there for some reason. I think he teaches in there, block one odd day's, I am not sure what though. 'Cause Mr. Perriello teaches science. Anyway, I got to Probability and Statistics, and because it's a class consisting of almost all seniors, and one-quarter of the people are always late, he didn't even seem to notice that I was twenty minutes late. Next to me was some woman who apparently was an overseer, probably from the Collier County School Board. She was a bum. She was scribbling down random notes, I doubt whatever it was, was very important. Mr. Caulfield seemed to be on the ball today though. Usually, he is a bumbling fool. However, he did his same amount of belittling students, especially Preston. Too bad he gets so much shit. He's not the brightest bulb in the box, but at least he's still in school, attempting to graduate. Jorel is talking to me more and more. He's like one of the coolest people I know. He's stopping all these drugs and shit too, which is even cooler. He used to do bars and get drunk off his ass on beer and shit and now he's coming cleaner. And the stuff he does do, he makes sure it's safe. Like not doing stupid shit, such as driving or taking too much alcohol so that you are incapacitated. But he used to be so much worse, so it's cool to see someone getting better control over it.

In Criminal Justice, we had a marine come in, just to tell us about the marines, but "not to try to recruit us". Yeah, right. I've always loved the marines commercials on TV. They always seemed so inspirational. To be part of something so prestigious like that, or seemingly prestigious anyway. He showed a video on joining the marines, and the women sounded so lame. It made me really think how many could really survive out there. And no, I'm not a sexist bastard, but women weren't designed for combat, and they shouldnt go into it. Some may be damn masculine or tough ass bitches, but the fact is, if one is captured, they are bound to be raped and who knows what else. Best for them to help in other areas, besides combat. Zach and I were like making fun of the thing the whole time. It's funny 'cause, Mr. Emshousen thinks me and him are fuckin' screw-ups who just toke on the bong in our spare time. He may lay the pipe, but he is damn smart. He is even in AP History. I think he'll make something of himself. I don't know about Tyler, however...

They're selling a siberian huskie crossed with a rottweiler mix in the classifieds. Also a golden retriever crossed with a rottweiler. Those would be some weird ass dogs. I can't believe someone would have a huskie down here though, poor dog. I hope whoever takes it, brings it up north to Minnesota or something, where it belongs. I saw a cat inside the apartment next to mine's window. It looked a lot like Scooter. Just not as jittery. I miss cats. Hopefully, I'll get to see Morris soon.

Apparently, during announcements today, they mentioned that the tennis team was playing Immokalee today. Naturally, they didn't say which tennis team, nor had Keith and I heard of such a thing. Good 'ol Mr. Perriello. So Keith was basically stuck at school, 'cause he was expecting to go to practice today, which is a rarity, but since we had none, he had no way of getting all of his shit back home. He wanted me to call my mom to pick us up, but since I was just going to leave my stuff with Mr. Perriello anyway, I didn't want to make my mom come out for a needless trip. I'm not sure why he couldn't just get a ride home with Danielle...

I did my usual flirting (what a girly word) in Creative Writing today. Jessica Dabel is looking less and less attractive every day. She's been looking really pale lately. Not as pale as Alex's legs though... Damn. Not even Mainers have those kind of legs. Well, I guess the goth's probably do. She always seems to have some guy who "likes" her, every week it's someone different. Lucky her. I had my big clump going for me, but I think I have managed to drive everyone away. Well, except Alex which is a good thing. Although, I denied coming over to her place today, which I feel like a total dick about. We were playing with each other's finger's today. Sounds really, really weird, and I guess it looked it to other people too, 'cause they were commenting on it... I have no idea why we were doing it.

Algebra 2 is the biggest fucking bitch in the world. I don't understand it at all. I want to go in for help tomorrow, but I can't 'cause everyone is taking a quiz for bonus points, because half the class of block one, bombed it. Same with my class. I have to go in on Thursday to take the damn thing. I wonder if I will get anything right on it. Hopefully, otherwise I am undoubtedly screwed...

-Dan, dhurrikane@hotmail.com