Marty Rantzen's Corner

Doddsville County's Coolest High-Schooler!


My personal diary, originally written in my spiral.

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Dear Diary

Posted by martyrantzen on January 28, 2009 at 4:14 PM Comments comments (0)

I know that diaries are sissy stuff, but I often feel it's necessary to share my feelings with an inanimate object rather than get made fun of by a listening ear.

So here it goes...

Today at school, I was slammed into my locker real bad. And the perpetrator thought it was hilarious. I don't see what's so comical about pushing one into a locker...sounds like some low-brow comedy to me! And besides, I got a bruise that was so big, it looked like a tattoo on my shoulder. Good thing I hardly ever wear sleeveless tees...

I get real sad sometimes, like there's nobody out there who cares about me. My parents hardly ever talk to me unless I score some kind of award or straight A's. And all my friends left me because they thought I was too dull. Girls aren't exactly throwing themselves at me like they should be...I mean, I'm not half bad looking of a guy. Perhaps my glasses are a bit off-putting to some, but so what? Isn't it on the inside that really counts?

We're all made up of the same molecular bonds, and are in the same genome, so doesn't that make us all the same? Skip says I'm full of shit.

I talked to the counselor about my problems, and she said I might have some psychological issues or something, dissassociated behavior and depression. Hopefully things don't get too bad...

A few things...

Posted by martyrantzen on January 18, 2009 at 5:12 AM Comments comments (2)

Here are a few thoughts that popped into my head during English:

*Mrs. Barnett has a nice rack

*My pants are a little too tight...this isn't the pair I usually wear, they're new.

*All of my pencils have worn themselves to the eraser. I shouldn't let too many people borrow them...

*English is not my subject. I got my first B this semester.

*I ate way too many brownies at the bake sale yesterday.

*The gym teacher is terrible to us. Always pushing us to the limit despite physical differences.

*I've been working out, and my biceps look bigger.

*My mother went to this school 20 years ago, and half the staff still works here.

*Brady keeps flat-tiring me in the hallway.

*Every hallway in this school looks the same. The archetect who made this place must have not been very good. From the outside, it looks great. But this place has seen it's fair share of wear and tear.

*How cool would it be if an Unidentified Flying Object crash landed on the football field!?

*I need a mirror built into my glasses for better hallway vision.

*My chemistry set at home is junk. Remember to ask for a new one.

*I've had this tune in my head all day and I don't even know the words.

*Acne finally cleared up. I've had real good luck with that lately. Knock on wood.

That's all for now. Time to score some A's.

What a creep!

Posted by martyrantzen on January 18, 2009 at 4:20 AM Comments comments (0)

This guy is a total jerk!

His name is Skip Pollack, and he's a goofball and a jester.

He has this mask he looks like a jester. He's worn it before to scare me, and it has since become a big part of his schtick. He hides it in his locker, and when all the teachers are gone he slips it on and pops out at me, unsuspecting me!!!

Today, he and his friends thought it would be funny today to sneak in on me when I was in the bathroom and scare the daylights out of me. This was accomplished when Skip stuck his masked head underneath the stall and screamed at me.

It's juvenile behavior such as this that really ticks me off. Geez, I wish the teasing would stop. The other physics club members don't get picked on half as much as I do!

Hopefully by senior year these shenanigans will end. If not, Marty's going to have to give Skip and his goons a piece of his own medicine (ironically enough, I am a chemist as I have mentioned, so I technically could come up with some sort of potion to give to him...)

Until next time, Marty.

The woman I love!

Posted by martyrantzen on January 18, 2009 at 2:48 AM Comments comments (0)

This is the woman of my dreams... CAROL MANNING!

She's a real babe, and she talked to me today!

I was in Trig, and she was sitting right behind me. She tapped me on the shoulder and asked me for a pencil! Boy did she look great that day. I gave her one, and she smiled at me. I think she's really into me or something.

During class, she was making me real hot. I had to excuse myself so I could masterbate in the bathroom.

The rest of the day was fairly normal. She hardly made eye-contact with me, probably because she likes me. More on this story as it unfolds...