Look, mommy! "Hoe Hoe Hoe!"

"I'm the kid lying on the grass, staring

absent-mindedly at the stars with my arms tucked behind my head. "

Them: Why?

"They winked hello. "

My head is in a whirlwind right now- my life is as hectic as ever between juggling schoolwork. (Can you say Overload?) On one hand, I've got some of my besties pleading for some quality time. (Y'know the drill, Christmas shopping, sleepovers, sugar hangovers), and then I've got my teachers badgering me about all the work. Seriously, that's overkill. It's all Romeo and Juliet nowadays. But soft! We've yet to get a move on, though, since most of my mates are leaving early for Christmas vacations.

Which is a bum, because my birthday is in a bit. I'd have liked for them to hang a while, since it's much more fun having the entire class cheer and sing the classic birthday song while I do some serious cabbage-patching on top of the desk. Then there's the presents, of course.

In my school, it's a tradition to bring a balloon for the birthday kid, and sometimes muffins. Or bon bons. But neither muffins nor bon bons will make way towards my own lazy bum if they're somewhere in Europe or New York.

Unless they air-mail, which is an option. But not a very bright one. *Squish* .

Sacre Bleu! To top it all off, I think I'm the only one staying home for le holidays. Anyone else feel like that? My cousins from out-of-state are meandering over here to spend New Year's, though. It's not quite the bummer- they're fun to wrestle with. Not to mention, relentless Rockband 2 competitions. Loser picks up tabs at the restaurants.

On a side note, It's a nice night. Not bad on terms with this hella rad chick. Night. Stars. A beaut, really.

God, I still remember the very last shooting star I saw. I was eight, somewhat innocent and lost like most children, tugging at the hem of my mom's skirt and asking if the world was ending. I haven't seen one since. It manifests itself in my dreams with the taunt that I didn't make a wish then.

If I had a falling star today, I still wouldn't make a wish. It's not like I need it. Give it to somebody else.

I relate that somehow with the spirit of Christmas. It's an overrated holiday, fer sure. But I really can't complain- I'm getting a billiard table.

Tai's Justified Math Class Survival Guide

(15Things to do when bored in Math Class)

1. Secretly name all of your teacher's body parts. Talk about them.

2. Name your pen, Mr.Pen. Cry whenever it commits suicide. (Falls off the desk.)

3. Run up to all your classmates, all hot and flustered, and frantically demand to know whether they studied for the test. Watch them freak out. (Optional: The truth.)
4. Buy a spray-bottle of windex and dump the contents, then refill with blue gatorade. Announce that you're thirsty in the middle of the lesson and spray furiously into your mouth.
5. Start a grind line. In the middle of the hallway.
6. Cause your eyes to twitch in a spazz whenever a friend insist on relaying a humorous story.
7. Pray for your friends lost sould regularly. Right to their faces. Don't be afraid to do it in public, either.
8. Smack your friend. Claim it was an involuntary muscle spasm.
9. Immediately lick every hand-out the teacher passes.
10. Become majorly claustrophobic. If anybody touches you, yell, "Bad touch, bad toouuch!" Then spazz periodically.
11. See if you can work in Brittney Spears in all of your conversations.
12. Whenever your friends are happy, console them with comforting words.
13. When anybody asks you for a favor, always reply with, 'Would you like fries with that?"
14. Stroke the person in front of you's neck and purr softly.
15. Always wait four seconds before replying to anybody. It's sure to drive them nuts.

Warning: Following these may cause fatal inflation of your pelvis. Not recommended for pregnant chongas. Ask your dentist if these are right for you. Side-effects may include sudden cool behavior and the urge to grow a third boob.

Disclaimer: I don't own all of these. A few are from the internet.

...And all that jazz

Hey. I'm Tai, a self-titled cartoonist and high school freshman whose life revolves around music, friends, and doodles. I'm random and spiffy. You'll love me. If you don't already, just give it time. You'll be proposing to me on one knee. I just know it.

About the blog: A humor blog/articles about how to deal through high school issues- and still consider it a nice memory. It is written in the point of view of a lowly freshman. The life of an amateur cartoonist living the Floridian Lifestyle.

I'll try to add weekly doodles from Math Class, Music of the Week (My opinions, anyways, but your suggestions will be gladly constipated), humorous thoughts and questions, photos from high school's wacky spirit weeks, and tips on how to deal through situations- the freshman edition.