I wanted to post last night because Pat Poon told me to so he could have something to read at work today, but blogger was down. I also noticed all my archives are gone. Blogger must've updated their systems last night, meaning my A Look Back At Blogger History idea can never happen. I can't even go back and find what I wrote about last month. Anyway, this is a special weekend edition of Lemmyboy's Blog Site.

I heard there was a fight at City today between two chinese guys and a black guy, and the black guy got beat up. I heard this white guy talking about the fight, and he said it was at 12 noon outside Batman hall. But don't worry about me folks, I was safely hidden away in the library.

My two years of Spanish at Lowell really prepared me for CCSF Spanish 2 class (it would've helped me more if I took three years of Spanish at Lowell but oh well). My spanish teacher thinks I'm all smart. Yesterday in class we were going over a worksheet, and she asked me to read one of my homework sentences. After I read it, she was impressed and started talking about how great it was for the next five minutes. She said things like "Oh, you can really see the A students just by their work" and "You see class, Allan used the new vocabulary in his sentence." I just sat in my chair all red faced. The last thing I needed was to make everyone else look bad, they're probably thinking I'm some goody-goody student now, who knows it all. My teacher must think I'm a Spanish God from the Planet "Spanishland".

Garson asked me last week if I had made any friends (my goal was to NOT make any friends this semester). I guess I have been doing a pretty good job of that. However, I don't know if I've 100% succeeded. There is one girl in my Philosophy class i talk to on occasion and she went to Lowell. In Spanish I occasionally talk to these two guys around me ONLY when we have group assignments. Otherwise, I'm the only guy in that class who doesn't have a friend. Before class when the teacher gets there, everyone has someone to talk to around them. It's like everybody is paired up. However, I've succeeded in not having to do that. I just sit in my chair and look out the window. It's great. In my US History class with Kenny, I don't really talk to anyone either. Too many weirdos in that class. And finally, in my math class, there is one girl from Lowell that I asked a question to, but just once. Otherwise I've done a pretty good job of not making friends.

My theory on friends is, if you plan to have them, make sure they're good for you. And who knows where these CCSF people have been. And according to Friendster, I have 48 friends. I haven't gotten any friend requests on Friendster in weeks, so I figure it's settled, I have 48 friends out of the 7 billion people worldwide.

Last night we played volleyball at the richmond gym. They made us count off and split us up. I had to play with five strangers, that wasn't very much fun but there wasn't much I could do about it. I could tell they pitied me because they were all like "Oh, you can go in and sub for me." They might as well call me a little boy and give me money for lunch. This one guy named Jeff started telling me where to go and what to do on their "6-2" formations. I just told him I don't play "6-2" volleyball and all that crap. And what he basically said was that I had "raw talent" but that I just "needed to know where to go." I knew where my fist needed to go. That is why I prefer playing with people I know, because they don't care if I mess up or not. However, there was this one girl on my team that was pretty nice. If I were Wayne, I'd think she was flirting with me, even though she came with another guy. Ok, enough for tonight, bye.