I never post this much. I blame green tea. It's making me all philosophical 'n crap.
I like understanding people. Having them say you're the one person that gets them...understands what they're thinking "to a T", even if you have no clue...I dunno, it's easy. Well, was easy. Problems are fascinating. Resolving the problems was a piece of cake. It was simple for me to just pull some wise advice out of my arse. Some of it was pretty good. Now it's harder, because I actually have a belief system, and I actually care about humanity, most of the time. So now, when people have problems, I actually take them into consideration. Nearly ten(ish) months ago I would have handed you the nicest fortune cookie I have. Now all we have is chocolate chip.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
G-Pa & G-Ma's house is off the heezy!
Yup, it is. They live in Upper Michigan. Next to a lake, and a lot of trees. The grocery store is really small, and the cashier looks at you like you're siamese twins with Bob Hope if you're not wearing flannel and/or sweatpants. Or maybe she reserves that oh-so-special glance just for me. I think she hates me.
No worries though, everyone else is friendly. The fishing sucks, but it's worth a shot. Antonio's has the best pizza, and the most amusing old people, including my grandparents. Like the guy fighting with his wife about a beaver in their plumbing. But that's not my business.
I had nearly 40 lbs. of homework this weekend, no lie. G-Ma said she'd complain to the school board if she was Dad. She's not, though, so I have less to worry about. It took me a good chunk of time to finish all that, (an accumlative 11 1/2 hours, but I got it done) but I still had time to write. Their place is the only domain I can write in properly. I never write anything decent anywhere else. I dunno why. I can concentrate there, with or without noise. Oh, and Jon, you'll be happy, I finally wrote a scene for the script. I thought I'd have more, but I looked over the others, and they suck arsonell, so I chucked them in...well, under my bed somewhere. It's sans zombies, I'm afraid, but amusing nontheless.
You know what really sucks, though? When we got home today, I found our parakeet, Houdini, dead in the front corner of his cage. That brought me down a bit; he was the only bird I'd ever really gotten along with. Still smells a bit in here, but that might just be the turtle tank.
No worries though, everyone else is friendly. The fishing sucks, but it's worth a shot. Antonio's has the best pizza, and the most amusing old people, including my grandparents. Like the guy fighting with his wife about a beaver in their plumbing. But that's not my business.
I had nearly 40 lbs. of homework this weekend, no lie. G-Ma said she'd complain to the school board if she was Dad. She's not, though, so I have less to worry about. It took me a good chunk of time to finish all that, (an accumlative 11 1/2 hours, but I got it done) but I still had time to write. Their place is the only domain I can write in properly. I never write anything decent anywhere else. I dunno why. I can concentrate there, with or without noise. Oh, and Jon, you'll be happy, I finally wrote a scene for the script. I thought I'd have more, but I looked over the others, and they suck arsonell, so I chucked them in...well, under my bed somewhere. It's sans zombies, I'm afraid, but amusing nontheless.
You know what really sucks, though? When we got home today, I found our parakeet, Houdini, dead in the front corner of his cage. That brought me down a bit; he was the only bird I'd ever really gotten along with. Still smells a bit in here, but that might just be the turtle tank.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
The ACT is crap, I don't care what you say.
Took the ACT today. I'm hoping you can deduce my thoughts on it by the title. I'm sorry, but there is no possible way to read a graph in which its lables are lengthly equations (like q^2x+8k^3/argh%) and you're not allowed to use a calculator. Unless Boobahs* convinced you to sell your soul. And by the looks of some people as they came out of the testing zone today, that's what I'm guessing about 19% of the Junior class did.
Oh well, I'll live. Well, I'm off then. I've got several hours of APUSH to finish, and some mildew to fence with.
*I don't watch Boobahs. I weep for the future.
Oh well, I'll live. Well, I'm off then. I've got several hours of APUSH to finish, and some mildew to fence with.
*I don't watch Boobahs. I weep for the future.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Ah, Friday...
Finally Friday. Finally finally finally. But I'm not happy. Because I am here, typing to people I don't know, and not out there, doing something useful. I hate it. I absolutely destest feeling unuseful. Loathe might be a more accurate word. And that's how I've been feeling lately. Like a complete waste of creative ingenuity. You ever get that? There's no point in telling me I'm not. I know that already. But you can't help feeling it. I know I was put here for a reason, it's just rather frustrating not know what for.
It's like all of your current actions are getting you nowhere, fast. On a subway. Sitting next to a prim office worker. With a Rolex and shiny shoes. And the watch reads 3:37 PM, but then you realize the tiny gold second hand isn't moving, so it must have been 3:37 PM for the past several hours. And that's why he's on the subway too. Too get his Rolex fixed. Because office people are usually done with work by 3:30ish. And he ran to the subway. In seven minutes. Because of his watch. So you shift your attention to his shiny shoes. They are so shiny that you can see your reflection in them, as if you were looking in a beautician's mirror. With a fairly disproportionate head. And you notice there is a giant smudge under your nose. Frowning, you decide this makes you look like Hitler. With a more disproportionate head than usual. No wonder he was looking at you with such disdain.
So that's what the past several days have felt like lately. Not to say I look like a female version of Hitler, or sit with office workers in a subway often. Because I don't. Stop it. Assuming is bad.
Mental breakdowns are bad too. Especially ones in public places. Like schools. This happened to a friend of mine (not me). This friend (again, not me) let themself dwell on an issue that unravelled before their eyes the night before. It was a difficult issue, but nothing a good prayer couldn't help. Instead they mulled it over, again and again, until they became resentful and angry.
The next day, they went through the normal routine, trying to push away the problem until it became too difficult to supress, so they just got more upset as the day went on. Each one of their friends asked them what was wrong, and each time they did was like chipping away at a thinly frozen lake. Towards the beginning of the second half, one of these such friends (not me either) decided to chip away as well. Unfortunately for them, their work would be the one to break the layer completely, and cause them to fall through. My friend, trying their best at explaining the issue in a calm manner, buckled under the weight and therefore collapsed into a fit of tears, only to leave the other standing there akwardly, nodding to passersby rather embarrassed.
And so my friend, not remembering what they had said or even, more importantly, how loudly they had said it, decided to never again let it happen. In a public place, this case the school.
Because:
1) Teachers are, as are students, quite unescessarily caring, and will, in not knowing how to help, suggest the guidance counselor.
2)School hallways/stairwells, like caves leading to impending doom, echo.
3)Friends don't let friends stand akwardly.
It's like all of your current actions are getting you nowhere, fast. On a subway. Sitting next to a prim office worker. With a Rolex and shiny shoes. And the watch reads 3:37 PM, but then you realize the tiny gold second hand isn't moving, so it must have been 3:37 PM for the past several hours. And that's why he's on the subway too. Too get his Rolex fixed. Because office people are usually done with work by 3:30ish. And he ran to the subway. In seven minutes. Because of his watch. So you shift your attention to his shiny shoes. They are so shiny that you can see your reflection in them, as if you were looking in a beautician's mirror. With a fairly disproportionate head. And you notice there is a giant smudge under your nose. Frowning, you decide this makes you look like Hitler. With a more disproportionate head than usual. No wonder he was looking at you with such disdain.
So that's what the past several days have felt like lately. Not to say I look like a female version of Hitler, or sit with office workers in a subway often. Because I don't. Stop it. Assuming is bad.
Mental breakdowns are bad too. Especially ones in public places. Like schools. This happened to a friend of mine (not me). This friend (again, not me) let themself dwell on an issue that unravelled before their eyes the night before. It was a difficult issue, but nothing a good prayer couldn't help. Instead they mulled it over, again and again, until they became resentful and angry.
The next day, they went through the normal routine, trying to push away the problem until it became too difficult to supress, so they just got more upset as the day went on. Each one of their friends asked them what was wrong, and each time they did was like chipping away at a thinly frozen lake. Towards the beginning of the second half, one of these such friends (not me either) decided to chip away as well. Unfortunately for them, their work would be the one to break the layer completely, and cause them to fall through. My friend, trying their best at explaining the issue in a calm manner, buckled under the weight and therefore collapsed into a fit of tears, only to leave the other standing there akwardly, nodding to passersby rather embarrassed.
And so my friend, not remembering what they had said or even, more importantly, how loudly they had said it, decided to never again let it happen. In a public place, this case the school.
Because:
1) Teachers are, as are students, quite unescessarily caring, and will, in not knowing how to help, suggest the guidance counselor.
2)School hallways/stairwells, like caves leading to impending doom, echo.
3)Friends don't let friends stand akwardly.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
It's Over! (thank God...)
Whoot! No more football! No more drama! No more stupid flippin' decorated hallways and hopelessly base competitions between classes! The tyranny is OVER!!!!!
Ahem.
Of course, this also means teachers are going to start cracking down again. Not that Mr. Roets gave us any less APUSH homework, or anything logically kind like that, but, ah well, we can't all pretend to have souls, can we? (no hard feelings Mr. R)
Ah yes, homecoming is done. I got toilet papered for the first time*, which was amusing. I mean, you're watching from your front door the whole time, and not a single one looks up (well, 'cept Lauren, but she was on the front porch anyway). But when you turn on the light, they all scatter like roaches! All that was quite humorous.
The dance was extremely overrated, as it is every year. I didn't even really feel like going, actually. I went anyway; would have been extremely wenchy of me to not go after Brian bought the tickets. And Katie, Ben, and Matt ended up being there too, so it wasn't so bad. Still not worth the drama all the girls at school put forth, though. Thank God we don't have to go through this again.
Until Prom.
*Mom said you need to step it up a bit, you didn't leave enough for her to use...
Ahem.
Of course, this also means teachers are going to start cracking down again. Not that Mr. Roets gave us any less APUSH homework, or anything logically kind like that, but, ah well, we can't all pretend to have souls, can we? (no hard feelings Mr. R)
Ah yes, homecoming is done. I got toilet papered for the first time*, which was amusing. I mean, you're watching from your front door the whole time, and not a single one looks up (well, 'cept Lauren, but she was on the front porch anyway). But when you turn on the light, they all scatter like roaches! All that was quite humorous.
The dance was extremely overrated, as it is every year. I didn't even really feel like going, actually. I went anyway; would have been extremely wenchy of me to not go after Brian bought the tickets. And Katie, Ben, and Matt ended up being there too, so it wasn't so bad. Still not worth the drama all the girls at school put forth, though. Thank God we don't have to go through this again.
Until Prom.
*Mom said you need to step it up a bit, you didn't leave enough for her to use...
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Crazy-Cool Weekend
This weekend was pretty hectic, but actually in a good way. Not too much homework (considering I "accidentally" left APUSH in my locker) Helped Kim with some locker decorations for our school's homecoming. Extremely overrated week at our school, if you ask me. Too much drama for this mama. Went to a concert at the Cup 'O Joy last night. Stellar Kart played, Bold Minority (the band Ben, Jon, and my boyfriend Brian are in. (oh yeah, and a Sophmore named Matt, he's cool too)) opened. They were both AWESOME. Jon and Brian signed my forhead. Well, Brian just wrote a giant "B", but no matter, I've seen him write his name plenty of times. (not legibly, of course)
Well, gotta go. APUSH movie night in 7 minutes and counting. "The Last of the Mohicans" here I come!
Well, gotta go. APUSH movie night in 7 minutes and counting. "The Last of the Mohicans" here I come!
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