There are subliminal messages hidden within this blog via some sort of literary device. Tell me what is there.

Part I - Wireless

So the other day my mom bought this FM audio transmitter for the car, because we don't have a built-in CD player. She also bought an inexpensive CD player to go along with it. Well, this CD player just happened to have a pair of earphones with it, and these earphones have a built-in FM receiver. So basically I hooked the transmitter to my computer and tuned the earphones to the proper frequency and boom, wireless earphones. Pretty awesome if I say so myself, much better than paying for a proper set of wireless earphones. I even overpowered the transmitter to give make it transmit a stronger signal. It's made for 12 volts, and I hooked it to a 19 volt power supply. Now it has a range of about 20 or so feet.

Part II - Vegetarianism

I don't like it.

Part III - International Baccalaureate

If you don't know what it is, ask Luda or wiki it.

Tomorrow is the day that I choose my courses for the IB. I'm going for the full IB Diploma, even though I will probably drop it in the future. For my three higher level classes, I'm thinking English, Physics, and either Math or Psychology. It's quite unlikely that I'll succeed at the IB Diploma for a reason that will be explained in the next part of this blog.

Part IV - Grades

A few days back I got my report card. I have what is possibly the lowest grade for a single class in the entire school. A 4%. History class, last quarter we did literally nothing but homework. People think I'm exaggerating this, but we literally did absolutely no in-class work. None at all. And I have trouble being motivated to do homework, thus I got an extremely low grade. I gained a good amount of fame within my peers for doing this. It's quite amazing really. I'm quite proud of my severely low grade in that class. Other than that I'm just failing Latin, no big deal. I still don't think my story is as funny as the story of the Freshman who got a -21 on an exam. Apparently he took his test paper, wrote his name on it, scribbled all over it, crumpled it up, threw it across the room into the garbage, retrieved it, uncrumpled it, and proceeded to had it in. An amazing story, in my opinion.

Part V - The Rapist

So I've been seeing this therapist for my Dysthymia. His initials are MT, so I have decided to call him Mr. T. He's a good therapist because he pities da' foo'. Anyway, he really thought it was really funny when I showed him my great history grade. That is all.

Doing sexual favors for Enigma,

-Travis "Halibutski" Trekdud