hello.
Today I woke up twenty minutes later than I'm supposed to. Just about caught the bus but it was close. You don't really need to know this but I felt it needed saying anyway.
There hasn't been a whole lot happening in the last few days but I felt I should talk here briefly anyway. NaNoWriMo is coming up next week and I'm gonna assume I'll be all like "School! Homework! Write! Sleep! Kill me now!", knowing me, and I'll have to leave blogging to the weekends. So, I figured I might as well drop in now before all that madness happens.
I am kinda looking forward to the madness in a weird way. I did succeed last year with my novel. This one will be longer but I'm a better writer and have a more concrete sense of what I'm writing about this year. It's overly sentimental and a bit fluffy but there's almost content in there somewhere. also I don't write fiction enough compared to journal-ish things and stupid/pseudo artsy/way too abstract things every now and again. So, it's a good way to exercise that not-so skill.
Music dilemma; should I put on Florence, or one CD from my 5-CD Disney boxset that I just rediscovered? That was my first CD obsession. I don't know why. I was never that 5-year-old who watched a Disney movie a day, or had one specific film that they watched every day for like four years. In fact I don't think I've seen several of the super popular Disney movies. I'm like a 21st century failure in that I don't watch many movies. But anyway, I was always endlessly fascinated with the music. I don't think I noticed at the time quite how obsessed I was with some of it. But I definitely was.
I suppose I have time for Disney tomorrow. I can't decide which of the five to listen to anyway.
I am currently in the process of trying to watch every Louis Theroux documentary ever made. honestly love that guy. I actually think I like documentaries more than movies.
Great. So I was the child who liked gritty BBC documentaries I probably shouldn't have been watching over, like, The Lion King? That's just bizarre.
I had a field trip yesterday! We went into Boston and looked and four typed of bridges. The Zakim Bridge and several others right by each other of different types. We were kinda lead by a weaselly guy who thought everyone was paying attention. I swear, I was! Sometimes! I was trying! But come on, they're bridges. There were like fifty kids there and it wads difficult to hear, too. Besides, I've randomly decided I kinda love Boston, and the weather was like 70 degrees plus and there was no rain like forecast. Who couldn't love a late-October day like that? I was far too distracted by pleasantness to look at triangles and all that. I got to eat lunch by loads of seagulls and the harbor. Amazing? yeah! Plus on the way back, me and a few people were doing those "If you were a--" type games. I didn't really like anyone at the trip, but those games are too much fun.
I did establish if I was a drink, I'd be cranberry juice. I w s kinda tapping too far into the questions and taking too long, but I think the juice question is the only one that makes sense. I don't know why I'm cranberry juice, but it seems to fit. Also I answered Germany to every country-related question. Germany rocks.
Only downside is I missed making salsa in Spanish(although the class was nice enough to dump all their random food waste into the bag I brought in containing chips and and stuff. It was supposed to be for the remainder of the food I brought in, to take home. Did I bring in a green pepper and a random satsuma? No I did not.). AND I missed a Science lab which isn't so good since I have to make it up after school tomorrow. Which is kinda very bad. But I did miss gym--always a bonus.
I have a geo. quiz tomorrow and a Spanish quiz tomorrow. Gonna fail both. Especially Geo. No time tonight to remember theorems! Spanish less so. I'm doing well in Spanish. I got an above-average grade on a quiz. Pretty effing amazing considering it's Spanish.
PEEP SHOW MOMENT/QUOTE OF THE POST;
Jez and Superhans have been given a pub by ex-owner and slightly manic friend Merry. They're having creative differences with its name.
"It needs to make a political statement!" - SH
"Does it...really?" - Jez
"Yeah!" - SH
"Okay...but, look...I'm just really not okay with calling it 'Free The Pedos'" - Jez
*SH looks taken aback*
"Why can't we name it something normal, y'know, like...'The Swan, and...Tomato" - Jez
"Yeah, yeah, or compromise! 'The Swan...And Pedo' - SH
<3
Florence Sunday. Can't wait. Halloween stuff probably. Movie night I don't wanna go to Friday.
Also, Uncool by Courtney Love? Total genius. Go listen.
I need to study. Bye.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Dear Blogspot.
Can you perhaps save my 400-word posts in future or give me some ability to copy and paste my rambles to a word document at some point?
That would be lovely.
Sincerely, me.
PS holy fucking hell I wasted an hour for nothing. Thanks a lot.
That would be lovely.
Sincerely, me.
PS holy fucking hell I wasted an hour for nothing. Thanks a lot.
Don't Be A Nightingale For Anyone's Space To Fill
American Mary - The National
This is what I was trying to post yesterday. I HATE YOU BLOGSPOT.
Hey.
My parents are out looking at furniture or something , my sister is upstairs but for some reason left Nickelodeon running on the TV. I've been doing science homework but the section I had to take notes on was enormous and my back started to hurt so I watched Peep Show, ate pringles, and came here.
It's a deadbeat autumn Saturday afternoon.
Or, it was. Whatever.
I had a great time at the party Friday overall. There were 13 of us and some people dressed up but I didn't. When asked my favorite celebrity I said Tim Minchin, although depending on your viewpoint you might not consider him famous. Anyway, on second thoughts I realised I could not do that hair and I don't have time to go looking for color-changing contacts or tail coat suits. There wasn't a whole lot to do there once you got over the Top 40 radio, strobe light, and the annoyance of someone turning the lights off periodically and everyone else screaming for no reason, it was a lot of fun. We delved into your typical gossipy party games, ate, watched TV, went outside briefly, had a sort of failed attempt at a Ouija board, and all of that stuff. It was funny and fun and you know...let's say socially comfortable for me. That's a stupid term I'm gonna pen, but live with it. Plus, few people infuriated me beyond belief which is weirdly rare. I love my random splurges of supposed socialness. It's fun.
Oh yeah. And that night, my sister had a birthday party for a friend, and a sleepover. As a present, her and her other friend made a giant ugly doll. It is like five feet tall. It wouldn't fit in the car so they had to put the ugly doll in one car and themselves in the other. The whole thing was ridiculous.*
Today(as in, like, today today. Be expecting time paradox things tonight, folks) I bought a t-shirt, did homework, and stayed home. Again, not bad. It's been a good weekend. I am sick of triangles and my math homework took an eternity today. Also, I added CDs to my iPod. Nothing much beyond that. Funny that.
Hang on, I'm gonna go fetch a CD.
Back. Ah, Editors, lovely. I could probably marry Tom Smith's voice alone. In this light and on this evening, this song's become the most beautiful thing I've heard. Watch clips from them at Glasto. It's gorgeous beyond belief. Saw 'em at V but obviously there are no videos from V this year. Especially of Editors for some reason.
There's a big misconception in music that Interpol are better than Editors. I'm just trying to clear that up. Editors are, too. This album's a beaut.
Did you hear Thom Yorke's doing a charity single that's just two minutes of silence? Jesus Christ! What an idiot! I like my Radiohead, of course, but Thom Yorke alone is just dumb. Thom Yorke solo = beyond overrated. I'm not gonna elaborate on that. I fear for my life for saying that alone.
Oh yes, how could I forget school. It's going swimmingly. Like I said, I hate triangles. I presented my bridge project in geometry about bridges. I was very, very scared but overall it wasn't bad. My teacher was annoyed that I couldn't find the designer. I was annoyed because I COULDN'T. That information just wasn't there to be found! I'm serious! It's irritating that my grade is lowered because of that. The good thing is that it meant I got a free day Friday where I got to read while everyone else presented their projects. Fun fun fun. Science, the test was trickier than I expected but it wasn't impossible by any means. Momentum and energy suck, okay? That is all I have to say. And, Spanish is just easy vocab and stuff. We're making salsa on Tuesday for some reason. We're in small groups and we're being tested in this stuff. It's weird. I don't actually care for much salsa...or Mexican food...I don't actually know why I'm learning this language.
Also I'm going on a field trip Tuesday for Geo. Good thing it clashes with salsa!
My gym teacher didn't get as angry with me as expected. I got zero points on Friday. We're doing harder stuff and people want me to participate but no, just no. I hate it. I basically don't understand this entire class. Why am I being forced to put a harness on? I don't understand. Why every time I wander past does the teacher ask "so, you're considering doing this, Naomi!" when I blatantly am not? I don't understand. Why does no one see that it's the 40 people looking, not the height, that scares me? I don't understand. Why do people think it's related to my quietness? I don't understand. And for Gods sake HOW is this activity supposed to make me happy and brave and have self esteem? It's a fucking log between two trees. I'll forget about it the moment I get off. It won't make me feel smart or accomplished. Knowing me I'll feel fidgety and anxious and want to disappear into the background. How this activity is supposed to be beneficial, I will never know. It's so weird. BS.
So anyway, that's basically what's happened in the last few days since I wrote here. It's not much but there we go.
I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING HALLOWEEN NIGHT. It's weird. I'm rather excited for Florence that night. but I don't know what's happening beforehand. The following week my sister is going to have a very cold, miserable few days in Maine as part of her adventure that all of her grade do. That means? No more "Ugh, Peep Show again?" or "when are you gonna stop playing piano" or "I need the computer". Bliss!
Speaking of Peep Show, Peep Show Quote Of The Post is gonna become a regular thing now because I, er, want to fuck Mark Corrigan's brain into my brain. that's actually a variation on a PS thing but never mind that because it is beyond weird and I don't even totally mean it, believe me. But anyway;
"War's never a picnic....although obviously soldiers do end up eating outdoors a lot" - Mark.
Print that on a t-shirt and I will pay you all my money for it. Just saying.
New PS series; 32 days and counting.
Also, there's a new series of Never Mind The Buzzcocks just started, My second favorite show. Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! ...yeah, I can't watch it. wrong country I am afraid. Obviously it's absolute nothingness without Simon but NMTB got me through 8th grade, in a weird way, and Noel is cool, so I feel I'll at least watch the show illegally on YouTube in a few months. I owe it that much.
Oh, my mother wants to listen to Tim Minchin. She says she's curious. I think she'll like him. Mostly I just feel very happy that I live in a family where I'm allowed to listen to songs with filthy(yet very, very witty) lyrics, watch crude television, and read adult books. Most parents wouldn't want their kids listening to Tim. I'm glad mine are more open minded.
I'm not as bad as I was last night, but I'm not being terribly eloquent at the moment. Last night I was talking about not being a morning/night person, ideally being an evening person, but realistically being a sleep person. The time doesn't feel right now.
The good thing is my writing is way less sluggish tonight. I haven't had a slow day in weeks and weeks and weeks so I was in a weird mood yesterday. But I'm better now. And about done here.
So, bye blog. Save please?
Thanks.
- Naomi
*and by ridiculous, I mean effing amazing.
This is what I was trying to post yesterday. I HATE YOU BLOGSPOT.
Hey.
My parents are out looking at furniture or something , my sister is upstairs but for some reason left Nickelodeon running on the TV. I've been doing science homework but the section I had to take notes on was enormous and my back started to hurt so I watched Peep Show, ate pringles, and came here.
It's a deadbeat autumn Saturday afternoon.
Or, it was. Whatever.
I had a great time at the party Friday overall. There were 13 of us and some people dressed up but I didn't. When asked my favorite celebrity I said Tim Minchin, although depending on your viewpoint you might not consider him famous. Anyway, on second thoughts I realised I could not do that hair and I don't have time to go looking for color-changing contacts or tail coat suits. There wasn't a whole lot to do there once you got over the Top 40 radio, strobe light, and the annoyance of someone turning the lights off periodically and everyone else screaming for no reason, it was a lot of fun. We delved into your typical gossipy party games, ate, watched TV, went outside briefly, had a sort of failed attempt at a Ouija board, and all of that stuff. It was funny and fun and you know...let's say socially comfortable for me. That's a stupid term I'm gonna pen, but live with it. Plus, few people infuriated me beyond belief which is weirdly rare. I love my random splurges of supposed socialness. It's fun.
Oh yeah. And that night, my sister had a birthday party for a friend, and a sleepover. As a present, her and her other friend made a giant ugly doll. It is like five feet tall. It wouldn't fit in the car so they had to put the ugly doll in one car and themselves in the other. The whole thing was ridiculous.*
Today(as in, like, today today. Be expecting time paradox things tonight, folks) I bought a t-shirt, did homework, and stayed home. Again, not bad. It's been a good weekend. I am sick of triangles and my math homework took an eternity today. Also, I added CDs to my iPod. Nothing much beyond that. Funny that.
Hang on, I'm gonna go fetch a CD.
Back. Ah, Editors, lovely. I could probably marry Tom Smith's voice alone. In this light and on this evening, this song's become the most beautiful thing I've heard. Watch clips from them at Glasto. It's gorgeous beyond belief. Saw 'em at V but obviously there are no videos from V this year. Especially of Editors for some reason.
There's a big misconception in music that Interpol are better than Editors. I'm just trying to clear that up. Editors are, too. This album's a beaut.
Did you hear Thom Yorke's doing a charity single that's just two minutes of silence? Jesus Christ! What an idiot! I like my Radiohead, of course, but Thom Yorke alone is just dumb. Thom Yorke solo = beyond overrated. I'm not gonna elaborate on that. I fear for my life for saying that alone.
Oh yes, how could I forget school. It's going swimmingly. Like I said, I hate triangles. I presented my bridge project in geometry about bridges. I was very, very scared but overall it wasn't bad. My teacher was annoyed that I couldn't find the designer. I was annoyed because I COULDN'T. That information just wasn't there to be found! I'm serious! It's irritating that my grade is lowered because of that. The good thing is that it meant I got a free day Friday where I got to read while everyone else presented their projects. Fun fun fun. Science, the test was trickier than I expected but it wasn't impossible by any means. Momentum and energy suck, okay? That is all I have to say. And, Spanish is just easy vocab and stuff. We're making salsa on Tuesday for some reason. We're in small groups and we're being tested in this stuff. It's weird. I don't actually care for much salsa...or Mexican food...I don't actually know why I'm learning this language.
Also I'm going on a field trip Tuesday for Geo. Good thing it clashes with salsa!
My gym teacher didn't get as angry with me as expected. I got zero points on Friday. We're doing harder stuff and people want me to participate but no, just no. I hate it. I basically don't understand this entire class. Why am I being forced to put a harness on? I don't understand. Why every time I wander past does the teacher ask "so, you're considering doing this, Naomi!" when I blatantly am not? I don't understand. Why does no one see that it's the 40 people looking, not the height, that scares me? I don't understand. Why do people think it's related to my quietness? I don't understand. And for Gods sake HOW is this activity supposed to make me happy and brave and have self esteem? It's a fucking log between two trees. I'll forget about it the moment I get off. It won't make me feel smart or accomplished. Knowing me I'll feel fidgety and anxious and want to disappear into the background. How this activity is supposed to be beneficial, I will never know. It's so weird. BS.
So anyway, that's basically what's happened in the last few days since I wrote here. It's not much but there we go.
I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING HALLOWEEN NIGHT. It's weird. I'm rather excited for Florence that night. but I don't know what's happening beforehand. The following week my sister is going to have a very cold, miserable few days in Maine as part of her adventure that all of her grade do. That means? No more "Ugh, Peep Show again?" or "when are you gonna stop playing piano" or "I need the computer". Bliss!
Speaking of Peep Show, Peep Show Quote Of The Post is gonna become a regular thing now because I, er, want to fuck Mark Corrigan's brain into my brain. that's actually a variation on a PS thing but never mind that because it is beyond weird and I don't even totally mean it, believe me. But anyway;
"War's never a picnic....although obviously soldiers do end up eating outdoors a lot" - Mark.
Print that on a t-shirt and I will pay you all my money for it. Just saying.
New PS series; 32 days and counting.
Also, there's a new series of Never Mind The Buzzcocks just started, My second favorite show. Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! ...yeah, I can't watch it. wrong country I am afraid. Obviously it's absolute nothingness without Simon but NMTB got me through 8th grade, in a weird way, and Noel is cool, so I feel I'll at least watch the show illegally on YouTube in a few months. I owe it that much.
Oh, my mother wants to listen to Tim Minchin. She says she's curious. I think she'll like him. Mostly I just feel very happy that I live in a family where I'm allowed to listen to songs with filthy(yet very, very witty) lyrics, watch crude television, and read adult books. Most parents wouldn't want their kids listening to Tim. I'm glad mine are more open minded.
I'm not as bad as I was last night, but I'm not being terribly eloquent at the moment. Last night I was talking about not being a morning/night person, ideally being an evening person, but realistically being a sleep person. The time doesn't feel right now.
The good thing is my writing is way less sluggish tonight. I haven't had a slow day in weeks and weeks and weeks so I was in a weird mood yesterday. But I'm better now. And about done here.
So, bye blog. Save please?
Thanks.
- Naomi
*and by ridiculous, I mean effing amazing.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
I Have A Spanish Quiz Tomorrow.
hi.
And I have a Science test Friday. Dear Impulse; please start making sincerely. Sincerely, me.
As for Spanish it doesn't matter one bit if I study, I'm screwed. it is a VERBAL quiz. I can do written stuff easily. I actually love writing for Spanish and that's actually just one part of my growing love for languages, but talking out loud I cannot do. Spanish accents are impossible. I mean, impossEEbleh. Plus, people talk too fast. I can understand if given five seconds to mull it over. We're supposed to learn fifteen questions and their answers, but it's 8:30 and I do not have time for all that. Oh shoot.
Today I had the easiest Geometry quiz of the year. Guess what; it included proofs. And I prevailed regardless. it rocks because proofs have finally stopped sucking.
It's very saddening that i don't have time to actually put my heart into my blogs anymore. The only downside of high school, right there. They suck your soul out of you but in a way that means everything else seems totally fine. Maybe I will get used to it. But I had to reshcedule my guitar lesson to Monday and I had a slight panic that day because I was SO close to having to redo my entire geometry project, and I had a ton of random homework yesterday, and I had piano today and so much studying. Jesus Christ. I'm so tired. Whenever I read lately I nearly fall asleep no matter how good the book is.
Dear NME; Two updates of Ten Songs You Have to Wear This Week in one week? Good lord, you're in a good mood aren't you? Sincerely, me. PS; get Simon Neil at the top of that Cool List or you'll have me to hear from, kay?
Today in Geometry someone wrote a poem on the desk next to me. It wasn't anyone in my class. I find it fascinating when people write stuff on public surfaces. Bridges, the bathroom walls of Barnes and Noble, geometry desks, whatever. Not an especially good poem but it was fascinating. My teacher had to drag the Calculus teacher that teaches first block to shift through tests to find the culprit. I whizzed through proofs and ate candy corn. This class is actually very cool. We start a new unit tomorrow, and I will miss being shouted at to be louder, somehow, by my group.
Oh Jesus, just remembered, I'm, presenting my bridge project tomorrow. Need to review that. I'm 6th to present. ie unavoidable. Now I'm really upset about it!
My gym teacher is annoyed because I'm not doing anything. It's odd because I never did anything before. Like I said last time, we're doing adventure courses that aren't mandatory, but you're supposed to earn 10 points by helping out. Climbing 5 points, spotting 2, holding the ladder 2, helping with harnesses 1, all that. I got five today although I really deserved one. What's the point of being forced to put on a harness? I will never know. Mine didn't fit me. She says I need to help out...but...no...I'm not. It's super pretentious bs, that class. If my class weren't so occasionally lovely I would hate it.
I'm going to a Halloween party Friday and I can't wait. Still need to establish my pre-Florence plans for Halloween night. I'm far too sentimental to want to miss Halloween entirely.
"Jeremy, there are many things I would do for you, but scraping a hole out of the wintery earth with my bare hands to bury a dog you ran over, is not one of them". Oh Peep Show, how I love you.
So, here's an interesting thing that's happening. There's this guy at school who wont leave me alone. it is in no way a likelike(haha)thing. he just thinks I'm lonely, thinks we're friends, pesters me the whole time. He went to my middle school. He's this super left-winged Love And Peace idiot and it drives me mad. Also, he's so optimistic it makes me want to scream. LET ME BE STRESSED, OKAY? Plus, he asks questions relentlessly. Normally I don't really have problems with you interrupting me reading to ask me something, but not every time you see me reading just for the sake of asking! Who does that? I have two classes, lunch, the bus, and most mornings with him and if someone genuinely annoys you, this can suck. I'm SUCH a bitch, I know, for being so rude to him, but like, he's driving me mad. Plus, I'm not the most outgoing person in the party, so if anyone spends that much time with me I'm liking to be one big ball of frustration. Let alone someone I am growing to hate. What's a back-stabbing teenage girl to do?
When it comes down to it, studying comes first. Bye guys. :D
And I have a Science test Friday. Dear Impulse; please start making sincerely. Sincerely, me.
As for Spanish it doesn't matter one bit if I study, I'm screwed. it is a VERBAL quiz. I can do written stuff easily. I actually love writing for Spanish and that's actually just one part of my growing love for languages, but talking out loud I cannot do. Spanish accents are impossible. I mean, impossEEbleh. Plus, people talk too fast. I can understand if given five seconds to mull it over. We're supposed to learn fifteen questions and their answers, but it's 8:30 and I do not have time for all that. Oh shoot.
Today I had the easiest Geometry quiz of the year. Guess what; it included proofs. And I prevailed regardless. it rocks because proofs have finally stopped sucking.
It's very saddening that i don't have time to actually put my heart into my blogs anymore. The only downside of high school, right there. They suck your soul out of you but in a way that means everything else seems totally fine. Maybe I will get used to it. But I had to reshcedule my guitar lesson to Monday and I had a slight panic that day because I was SO close to having to redo my entire geometry project, and I had a ton of random homework yesterday, and I had piano today and so much studying. Jesus Christ. I'm so tired. Whenever I read lately I nearly fall asleep no matter how good the book is.
Dear NME; Two updates of Ten Songs You Have to Wear This Week in one week? Good lord, you're in a good mood aren't you? Sincerely, me. PS; get Simon Neil at the top of that Cool List or you'll have me to hear from, kay?
Today in Geometry someone wrote a poem on the desk next to me. It wasn't anyone in my class. I find it fascinating when people write stuff on public surfaces. Bridges, the bathroom walls of Barnes and Noble, geometry desks, whatever. Not an especially good poem but it was fascinating. My teacher had to drag the Calculus teacher that teaches first block to shift through tests to find the culprit. I whizzed through proofs and ate candy corn. This class is actually very cool. We start a new unit tomorrow, and I will miss being shouted at to be louder, somehow, by my group.
Oh Jesus, just remembered, I'm, presenting my bridge project tomorrow. Need to review that. I'm 6th to present. ie unavoidable. Now I'm really upset about it!
My gym teacher is annoyed because I'm not doing anything. It's odd because I never did anything before. Like I said last time, we're doing adventure courses that aren't mandatory, but you're supposed to earn 10 points by helping out. Climbing 5 points, spotting 2, holding the ladder 2, helping with harnesses 1, all that. I got five today although I really deserved one. What's the point of being forced to put on a harness? I will never know. Mine didn't fit me. She says I need to help out...but...no...I'm not. It's super pretentious bs, that class. If my class weren't so occasionally lovely I would hate it.
I'm going to a Halloween party Friday and I can't wait. Still need to establish my pre-Florence plans for Halloween night. I'm far too sentimental to want to miss Halloween entirely.
"Jeremy, there are many things I would do for you, but scraping a hole out of the wintery earth with my bare hands to bury a dog you ran over, is not one of them". Oh Peep Show, how I love you.
So, here's an interesting thing that's happening. There's this guy at school who wont leave me alone. it is in no way a likelike(haha)thing. he just thinks I'm lonely, thinks we're friends, pesters me the whole time. He went to my middle school. He's this super left-winged Love And Peace idiot and it drives me mad. Also, he's so optimistic it makes me want to scream. LET ME BE STRESSED, OKAY? Plus, he asks questions relentlessly. Normally I don't really have problems with you interrupting me reading to ask me something, but not every time you see me reading just for the sake of asking! Who does that? I have two classes, lunch, the bus, and most mornings with him and if someone genuinely annoys you, this can suck. I'm SUCH a bitch, I know, for being so rude to him, but like, he's driving me mad. Plus, I'm not the most outgoing person in the party, so if anyone spends that much time with me I'm liking to be one big ball of frustration. Let alone someone I am growing to hate. What's a back-stabbing teenage girl to do?
When it comes down to it, studying comes first. Bye guys. :D
Sunday, October 17, 2010
My God I Love Biffy Clyro
Hi.
Dear Self; Stop spending forty five minutes several times a day gawking over Biffy Clyro vids. The Biff rock and Simon's hot but yeah...enough is enough.
This weekend I did homework. More or less, that is it. I was doing my homework until midnight on Friday, through Saturday morning I did homework with a quick break for a teleconference chat with my entire extended family for my grandmother's birthday(awkward and stressful and nerve wracking? um. yeah.) then I did homework through the afternoon, then I went to the mall for three hours with some friends and bought a book and a smoothie and looked at weird/creepy/trashy things in Spencers, then I came back, then I had dinner, then I did homework then I went to bed. Then I woke up then I did homework then I had lunch then I did homework then I went to Staples to buy pens then I came home then I did homework then I watched a crap movie then I came on here.
My weekend, ladies and gentlemen. you didn't need to know this but who cares?
I've been working on bridges and Newton's laws. Two projects in a weekend? It is madness. This morning while writing about inertia I was reminded of a Prodigy song--Their Law. Fuck 'em and their law. Rather appropriate at that point. my bridge is the Akashi Kaikyo bridge--longest suspension bridge in the world--and the internet and the world is totally oblivious to this. Like, there was no information. It does not exist.
I really wish school would stop wasting my weekends. Monday through Friday is whatever, but these two days? no. They're mine. To be fair I did get assigned the bridge thing on Tuesday. shouldn't have left it until now.
I need to buy Infinity Land by the Biff. I do miss Biffy. I'm trying to work out I've they've sold out or not. Part of me wants to say no because the songs are catchy and fun and require talent. And they still like to run around shirtless and collect abstract tattoos and swear inappropriately in interviews and think they're Nirvana or whatever. But part of me looks at Simon's orange skinny jeans, their short hair, and the God And Satan music video and feels more than a little let down. Oh boys. What happened?
Just say you know, my brain does sort of break into impromptu rambles about Biffy Clyro on a regular basis. If this does not appeal to you, I suggest you leave this blog.
As for school this week, Spanish is super easy and we spent the whole week preparing raps(my group spent the entire time giggling about the word "puse") and then failed hopelessly at the performance. Geometry is easy too and we got to eat cake for no reason on Friday and all we're talking about is triangles. I was convinced I was gonna fail a quiz, and then it was straightforward. In Science we're talking about Newton's Third Law and momentum. Enough said. In Gym on Tuesday we had to move our entire gym class over a 12ft wall. I did it but I was pretty easy to get over and I'm not scared of heights and I'm so weak willed that if someone tells me to be pulled over a giant wall, then I will end up doing just that. Thursday Gym was fun. it was these sort of catwalks forty feet in the air. Obviously they can't make you do that so I ended up being around a group of girls who relentlessly threw acorns at each other.
What sucks is that starting tomorrow you're supposed to help. They've some system of collecting points by helping out. You're supposed to get ten points because they need to avoid people sitting there and, y'know, throwing acorns at each other. If you don't get your points then you didn't participate enough. I don't know how strongly they will actually enforce this rule but apparently I will be getting a zero. 'cause I am not doing anything. I'm just not.
I've finally gotten around to listening to Brandon's album. it's rather good. I love Only The Young. Nice synth work, dude.
I just realised that the new season of Peep Show begins on the day of the Brandon concert. Oh dear! Brandon I love your music. Mark Corrigan I love your brain. What's a girl to do? Well obviously I payed like forty dollars for that concert so I choose Brandon...but still....it's not fair.
I think I'm addicted to run on sentences. I think it was supposed to be ironic at first. It certainly isn't anymore. The thing with irony is that a.)behind every ironic action there is definitely some non-irony and b.)if you become too hooked on it the irony becomes irony no more. see, it's weird like that.
Oh dear. I apologise there isn't much to say. I think I might read the NME then watch Shooting Stars then go to bed.
Tragic how nothing ever happens, right?
anyway. Bye bye.
Dear Self; Stop spending forty five minutes several times a day gawking over Biffy Clyro vids. The Biff rock and Simon's hot but yeah...enough is enough.
This weekend I did homework. More or less, that is it. I was doing my homework until midnight on Friday, through Saturday morning I did homework with a quick break for a teleconference chat with my entire extended family for my grandmother's birthday(awkward and stressful and nerve wracking? um. yeah.) then I did homework through the afternoon, then I went to the mall for three hours with some friends and bought a book and a smoothie and looked at weird/creepy/trashy things in Spencers, then I came back, then I had dinner, then I did homework then I went to bed. Then I woke up then I did homework then I had lunch then I did homework then I went to Staples to buy pens then I came home then I did homework then I watched a crap movie then I came on here.
My weekend, ladies and gentlemen. you didn't need to know this but who cares?
I've been working on bridges and Newton's laws. Two projects in a weekend? It is madness. This morning while writing about inertia I was reminded of a Prodigy song--Their Law. Fuck 'em and their law. Rather appropriate at that point. my bridge is the Akashi Kaikyo bridge--longest suspension bridge in the world--and the internet and the world is totally oblivious to this. Like, there was no information. It does not exist.
I really wish school would stop wasting my weekends. Monday through Friday is whatever, but these two days? no. They're mine. To be fair I did get assigned the bridge thing on Tuesday. shouldn't have left it until now.
I need to buy Infinity Land by the Biff. I do miss Biffy. I'm trying to work out I've they've sold out or not. Part of me wants to say no because the songs are catchy and fun and require talent. And they still like to run around shirtless and collect abstract tattoos and swear inappropriately in interviews and think they're Nirvana or whatever. But part of me looks at Simon's orange skinny jeans, their short hair, and the God And Satan music video and feels more than a little let down. Oh boys. What happened?
Just say you know, my brain does sort of break into impromptu rambles about Biffy Clyro on a regular basis. If this does not appeal to you, I suggest you leave this blog.
As for school this week, Spanish is super easy and we spent the whole week preparing raps(my group spent the entire time giggling about the word "puse") and then failed hopelessly at the performance. Geometry is easy too and we got to eat cake for no reason on Friday and all we're talking about is triangles. I was convinced I was gonna fail a quiz, and then it was straightforward. In Science we're talking about Newton's Third Law and momentum. Enough said. In Gym on Tuesday we had to move our entire gym class over a 12ft wall. I did it but I was pretty easy to get over and I'm not scared of heights and I'm so weak willed that if someone tells me to be pulled over a giant wall, then I will end up doing just that. Thursday Gym was fun. it was these sort of catwalks forty feet in the air. Obviously they can't make you do that so I ended up being around a group of girls who relentlessly threw acorns at each other.
What sucks is that starting tomorrow you're supposed to help. They've some system of collecting points by helping out. You're supposed to get ten points because they need to avoid people sitting there and, y'know, throwing acorns at each other. If you don't get your points then you didn't participate enough. I don't know how strongly they will actually enforce this rule but apparently I will be getting a zero. 'cause I am not doing anything. I'm just not.
I've finally gotten around to listening to Brandon's album. it's rather good. I love Only The Young. Nice synth work, dude.
I just realised that the new season of Peep Show begins on the day of the Brandon concert. Oh dear! Brandon I love your music. Mark Corrigan I love your brain. What's a girl to do? Well obviously I payed like forty dollars for that concert so I choose Brandon...but still....it's not fair.
I think I'm addicted to run on sentences. I think it was supposed to be ironic at first. It certainly isn't anymore. The thing with irony is that a.)behind every ironic action there is definitely some non-irony and b.)if you become too hooked on it the irony becomes irony no more. see, it's weird like that.
Oh dear. I apologise there isn't much to say. I think I might read the NME then watch Shooting Stars then go to bed.
Tragic how nothing ever happens, right?
anyway. Bye bye.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Cool Weekend.
hello world.
guess what I just discovered? I got an A- in Spanish. Totally fine, but I FAILED PARTICIPATION. When I say failed, I mean failed--F. I've never gotten an F before. The teachers all threatened that they're serious about participation grades, but my Spanish teacher is obviously the only one to be following her own rule. Personally I don't understand the point of participation or its grades and it obviously hasn't affected my grade too much, so who cares? The fact that I got an F I find weirdly amusing. Haha!
this weekend in review; awesome. Like, best weekend of the school year so far because I really am that easily pleased. Friday I sorta did badly on an unfair Spanish quiz, did bad-ish on a science test although no one finished so we have to finish on Tuesday. My teacher was so annoyed by that and it was pointless for me because I will never understand projectile motion and all I have left are bonuses, which I can do because they're just pendulums and stuff. No big deal. Deserving of, say, a B at least. Geometry found out I did badly on a math test-79. Blah. Then we were given a project about bridges and talked about triangles. There's a bridge in Lisbon called the 25 de Abril Bridge. that's my birthday and I thought it was awesome so I hope I can do that one. And then I had last period study hall which is blisfully pointless on a Friday.
Came home, went for a walk in that lovely autumn breeze, and went to this theme park specially done up for Halloween this month with three friends. It was basically ridiculously amazing. Took us a while to get there(we had to sit in the car outside one of my friends house because she was doing errands when we got there!) and I don't really do rides. Or haunted houses 'cause I'm a coward. But it was so much fun. We took a picture in one of those cheesy photo booths, watched one of my friends be buried alive, made an idiot out of myself as I was chased by a guy with a chainsaw, suffered my way through a little bit of my first candy apple(never. again.), threw candy off the top of a ferris wheel while having semi-ironic Through The Grapevine discussions that were so High School, talked endlessly about hot guys, got lost in a house of mirrors, lost a game of air hockey, payed for absolutely everyone's stuff, ate too much disgusting popcorn, and had many an awkward hug. And just generally had a good Friday night with people I like, as opposed to a growing number of people I dislike in my classes, and spending Friday night reading and watching Peep Show.
Yeah. It rocked.
Saturday was my usual guitar lesson in the morning--working on Libertines, by the way--and then your usual afternoon, went to the mall with the same group of people, plus another friend, and one of their friends. No one is our group is necessarily a real sort of shopping addict but I have nothing against trying on a million knit hats that don't suit me or wandering(appauled)through Spencers. All your usual clothes stores. Saw nothing that I particularly liked and I don't need any clothes, but I did buy an Imogen Heap CD in FYE and I got a badge that says "Meh" in Hot Topic for my sister because it's sort of her catchphrase. All my friends know that, too. At one point we all met up outside Bertuccis and for most of us had our first experience of ordering at a restaurant without our parents. We shared a pizza and stuff and talked people at school and how I am like Ferb, among other things. Kinda a weirdly amazing experience. Oh, and I got a smoothie at the end of the trip. At home I watched Grilled Cheesus for the sole purpose of being offended, and then turned my friend onto Tim Minchin, sort of.
Again. Rockage. If you're okay with such stupid use of language.
Sunday I went to a fair with my family plus my sister's friend. It was your usual greasy all-American commercial setup but I guess there are worse ways to spend a Sunday.
Came home, watched a Richard Dawkins documentary and did a really short blo post.
And today had a slow morning(cheers, Columbus), went out in the afternoon to Barnes and Noble. I got another Ellen Hopkins book, something by Alice Sebold, a nonfiction music book, and something about Euclid and Geometry. Did math homework, researched bridges, watched Mock The Week, read for an hour, caught up on piano, went for another walk, obsessed over Biffy Clyro interviews, and arrived here.
In essence, it was amazing. Ah I love weekends. So much has happened that last week now feels like an eternity away and I don't wanna go back. Oh well. The whole of October is set to be great and this is a short week, so who cares?
Only thing worrying about tomorrow, other than the whole, you know, it just generally being school thing and I have a 'stalker', is gym. Trust falls were fun, right, I'll admit that and rarely will I admit that about anything school related. But tomorrow we're going out onto the adventure course and everyone's supposed to do it. everyone. My teacher says you don't have to do it; no, you're just peer pressured and egged on and mocked if you choose not to and you let your class down if you're the only one who doesn't. Yeah, that totally leaves it up to choice. The whole class is just BS, there's no two ways around it. I'm actually dreading it. My Plan is, basically, I'm gonna wear the longest, flar-iest, most ridiculous lyinappropriate jeans I own. Maybe if your clothes aren't suitable I won't be able to do it, or something? health and safety and all that. I don't do the gym clothes thing. it's always worth a go!
Now I'm just watching Biffy Clyro interviews. my TV is broken. Shooting Stars cold turkey. there isn't a whole lot to do.
Now I remember why blogging every three to four days created not the most interesting of posts. Which is weird due to what a great time I've been having. Huh.
Now I'm just gonna watch Biffy interviews because Simon is effing adorable. There's no arguing that.
And of course, not look forward to tomorrow.
But October, you rock. Just saying.
Oh shoot, I need to do some nanoplanning, for which I have a weak, almost plagiarised idea coming together. It's better than nothing! November's gonna be a mad, mad month. And I can't wait.
Anyway. Gotta go. See you, world.
guess what I just discovered? I got an A- in Spanish. Totally fine, but I FAILED PARTICIPATION. When I say failed, I mean failed--F. I've never gotten an F before. The teachers all threatened that they're serious about participation grades, but my Spanish teacher is obviously the only one to be following her own rule. Personally I don't understand the point of participation or its grades and it obviously hasn't affected my grade too much, so who cares? The fact that I got an F I find weirdly amusing. Haha!
this weekend in review; awesome. Like, best weekend of the school year so far because I really am that easily pleased. Friday I sorta did badly on an unfair Spanish quiz, did bad-ish on a science test although no one finished so we have to finish on Tuesday. My teacher was so annoyed by that and it was pointless for me because I will never understand projectile motion and all I have left are bonuses, which I can do because they're just pendulums and stuff. No big deal. Deserving of, say, a B at least. Geometry found out I did badly on a math test-79. Blah. Then we were given a project about bridges and talked about triangles. There's a bridge in Lisbon called the 25 de Abril Bridge. that's my birthday and I thought it was awesome so I hope I can do that one. And then I had last period study hall which is blisfully pointless on a Friday.
Came home, went for a walk in that lovely autumn breeze, and went to this theme park specially done up for Halloween this month with three friends. It was basically ridiculously amazing. Took us a while to get there(we had to sit in the car outside one of my friends house because she was doing errands when we got there!) and I don't really do rides. Or haunted houses 'cause I'm a coward. But it was so much fun. We took a picture in one of those cheesy photo booths, watched one of my friends be buried alive, made an idiot out of myself as I was chased by a guy with a chainsaw, suffered my way through a little bit of my first candy apple(never. again.), threw candy off the top of a ferris wheel while having semi-ironic Through The Grapevine discussions that were so High School, talked endlessly about hot guys, got lost in a house of mirrors, lost a game of air hockey, payed for absolutely everyone's stuff, ate too much disgusting popcorn, and had many an awkward hug. And just generally had a good Friday night with people I like, as opposed to a growing number of people I dislike in my classes, and spending Friday night reading and watching Peep Show.
Yeah. It rocked.
Saturday was my usual guitar lesson in the morning--working on Libertines, by the way--and then your usual afternoon, went to the mall with the same group of people, plus another friend, and one of their friends. No one is our group is necessarily a real sort of shopping addict but I have nothing against trying on a million knit hats that don't suit me or wandering(appauled)through Spencers. All your usual clothes stores. Saw nothing that I particularly liked and I don't need any clothes, but I did buy an Imogen Heap CD in FYE and I got a badge that says "Meh" in Hot Topic for my sister because it's sort of her catchphrase. All my friends know that, too. At one point we all met up outside Bertuccis and for most of us had our first experience of ordering at a restaurant without our parents. We shared a pizza and stuff and talked people at school and how I am like Ferb, among other things. Kinda a weirdly amazing experience. Oh, and I got a smoothie at the end of the trip. At home I watched Grilled Cheesus for the sole purpose of being offended, and then turned my friend onto Tim Minchin, sort of.
Again. Rockage. If you're okay with such stupid use of language.
Sunday I went to a fair with my family plus my sister's friend. It was your usual greasy all-American commercial setup but I guess there are worse ways to spend a Sunday.
Came home, watched a Richard Dawkins documentary and did a really short blo post.
And today had a slow morning(cheers, Columbus), went out in the afternoon to Barnes and Noble. I got another Ellen Hopkins book, something by Alice Sebold, a nonfiction music book, and something about Euclid and Geometry. Did math homework, researched bridges, watched Mock The Week, read for an hour, caught up on piano, went for another walk, obsessed over Biffy Clyro interviews, and arrived here.
In essence, it was amazing. Ah I love weekends. So much has happened that last week now feels like an eternity away and I don't wanna go back. Oh well. The whole of October is set to be great and this is a short week, so who cares?
Only thing worrying about tomorrow, other than the whole, you know, it just generally being school thing and I have a 'stalker', is gym. Trust falls were fun, right, I'll admit that and rarely will I admit that about anything school related. But tomorrow we're going out onto the adventure course and everyone's supposed to do it. everyone. My teacher says you don't have to do it; no, you're just peer pressured and egged on and mocked if you choose not to and you let your class down if you're the only one who doesn't. Yeah, that totally leaves it up to choice. The whole class is just BS, there's no two ways around it. I'm actually dreading it. My Plan is, basically, I'm gonna wear the longest, flar-iest, most ridiculous lyinappropriate jeans I own. Maybe if your clothes aren't suitable I won't be able to do it, or something? health and safety and all that. I don't do the gym clothes thing. it's always worth a go!
Now I'm just watching Biffy Clyro interviews. my TV is broken. Shooting Stars cold turkey. there isn't a whole lot to do.
Now I remember why blogging every three to four days created not the most interesting of posts. Which is weird due to what a great time I've been having. Huh.
Now I'm just gonna watch Biffy interviews because Simon is effing adorable. There's no arguing that.
And of course, not look forward to tomorrow.
But October, you rock. Just saying.
Oh shoot, I need to do some nanoplanning, for which I have a weak, almost plagiarised idea coming together. It's better than nothing! November's gonna be a mad, mad month. And I can't wait.
Anyway. Gotta go. See you, world.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
October 7th, 2010
Hello blog.
I'm sorry it's been a month and a bit and I've only done ten posts. I feel kinda guilty, like somehow I should feel guilty because of my blog of all things. I used to post every three days. Now I'm averaging five. I just feel like that isn't properly recording what I wanna record, you know? Sigh.
Not that there's a whole heck of a lot to report. Life at the moment? The leaves are falling, I have a love/hate relationship with gym, I'm going to a Halloween-themed theme park thing with friends tomorrow, I've become such a Shooting Stars addict that I've been watching some stuff from series 1 online, I'm gonna see Weezer in December, and I like sitting in hallways in the morning reading books and unintentionally staring at people.
Overall, not too bad. On the Weezer note, I dunno if you heard about the way they're touring, but I'm seeing them the day they're playing the Blue Album. Not a huge Pinkerton fan, me. And I'm not actually getting Hurley. I just thought they'd be fun to see.
Autumn's so short here that I really need to get into the spirit, like, now, because this is Massachusetts and for all I know we could have two feet of snow tomorrow. That'd really suck. I haven't really gotten the chance to enjoy it. My favorite thing about autumn is going for walks but I can't. Homework. High school hates people being happy, right? Silly high school. But October's a really great month. I loooooooooove October.
School's been up and down this week! I had such a great gym class today. Next week we're going outside to do these kinda, I don't know, adventure courses. Walking on planks of wood, zip lines, that sort of thing. To prepare for it we've had to do a lot of trust exercises. It's as stupid as it sounds. I will never trust all seventeen other people in my class. I do not even come close to liking several of them. So trust is kinda dumb, but hey, it's not actual sports which sometimes is all I can ask for. We did trust falls on Tuesday, and today we did trust falls off the bleachers in the gym. Your feet are probably about seven feet off the ground from the top of the bleachers. below you, said seventeen other kids holding their hands out criss-crossed with the people opposite them, kinda cheering you on as you stand there, wishing they'd just stop because you can't stand the attention. The drop's the easy bit. I'm not really scared of heights or falling anyway. Your heart kinda sinks as it does, and it is quite possible I started flailing my hands in the air although I can't really remember, and then you're awkwardly being held by a dozen of your classmates. Rather more exhilarating than I've found this Team Work shtick so far this year. Going out into the woods Monday. With this so-called new lease of 'trust' in my peers, will I be able to do whatever horrors are set forward? Who knows.
That being said, the logic problems they give us are pretty humiliating. It's a thing where you're "in" when you get them, and mocked by the "in" while you're out. I'm always the last to get them. And by get them, I mean be told by someone whilst in the locker room. I'm not a moron, sort of, though I wouldn't say I'm smart either. Guess it's just not my sort of logic. But the fact that I'm being publicly humiliated, feel embarrassed, and start to hate myself when the class is over...what's the point of that? Usually the psychology behind most of these games are pretty simple, but this. What kind of mind games are they trying to pull? Honestly, I'm seeing no benefits.
Geometry we had our little party on Monday. Had cake. Felt a bit baffled at the confusion of our relatively simple chapter we've been working on and why we had to do extra review. Took a look at our test today, and mentally ran through my list of "I'm really pissed off now" vocabulary. How dare she give us a proof worth eight points! Not a single person in the class can do proofs! And I know I got zero points 'cause I somehow ended up talking about a parallelogram and there's no doubt in my mind that that was a mile away from where I was supposed to be, So, pretty much screwed up the third test, the one I thought was simple. It's just slope and theorems, right? Wrong. That test was evil. I didn't even have TIME for the bonus questions, let alone racking my brains for answers! Anyway. I got new seats and I'm with a girl who has labelled me a superhero, and another that has declared that I don't talk much because when I talk, world disasters happen.
I will never know about science until the day of a test. I have one tomorrow. Could potentially be a disaster or rather fantastic. Who knows, right? Stupid Newton, he's really annoying. I have a Spanish quiz tomorrow, too. Know the ideas, though not all the vocab, and not enough time to really understand it. Uuuuugh. Good news is, I'm getting better at Spanish. I'm near kids of a similar level, and all we've been doing this week is busy work and practising skits. Presented those today, too. Was the only one in my group who knew all the lines, and I was the one who was mocked for lack of emotion. A bit unfair.
Today coming home the person I feel obligated to sit next to just 'cause, was elsewhere so I got the whole seat and it almost looked really warm outside. So bright. The bus was nearly empty. I'm just saying. And such a light homework load. Musing over logic problems and gravity. Easy day.
I'm getting back into the swing of piano. I'm just saying, thank you Tim Minchin. the sort of obsession one is allowed to feel for a musician would be considered weird for just about anybody else. And by musician, I mean 'normal' musician. Sorry Tim. People would think I'm weird for how much I like Tim Minchin. Who cares? I was listening to a few of his songs earlier, then I went back to practice my much much simpler little pieces and just kinda had a new energy for the way I was playing. I was playing badly, not that Tim does obviously, but I was having so much fun. Tim is basically awesome, though of course you already knew it.
And I bought an Arcade Fire CD. Again, just saying.
I do not honestly know why I don't want these paragraphs to flow anymore.
Blah.
Blah.
Blah.
Right, now I just sound ridiculous.
LAST THING; NaNo update; nothing to report. Not good! I can come up with characters. Really dumb, cliched, cookie-cutter characters, but characters nonetheless. I have some stupid plots. No good plots. I've been writing stuff out, hoping that something will kinda pop out. Again, stupid things. I've another three weeks to have that brilliantly revolutionary literary idea pop into my head.
That, or I'm copying Mark Danielewski. Ideas?
Past tenses and forces await studying, friends. Night.
- Naomi
I'm sorry it's been a month and a bit and I've only done ten posts. I feel kinda guilty, like somehow I should feel guilty because of my blog of all things. I used to post every three days. Now I'm averaging five. I just feel like that isn't properly recording what I wanna record, you know? Sigh.
Not that there's a whole heck of a lot to report. Life at the moment? The leaves are falling, I have a love/hate relationship with gym, I'm going to a Halloween-themed theme park thing with friends tomorrow, I've become such a Shooting Stars addict that I've been watching some stuff from series 1 online, I'm gonna see Weezer in December, and I like sitting in hallways in the morning reading books and unintentionally staring at people.
Overall, not too bad. On the Weezer note, I dunno if you heard about the way they're touring, but I'm seeing them the day they're playing the Blue Album. Not a huge Pinkerton fan, me. And I'm not actually getting Hurley. I just thought they'd be fun to see.
Autumn's so short here that I really need to get into the spirit, like, now, because this is Massachusetts and for all I know we could have two feet of snow tomorrow. That'd really suck. I haven't really gotten the chance to enjoy it. My favorite thing about autumn is going for walks but I can't. Homework. High school hates people being happy, right? Silly high school. But October's a really great month. I loooooooooove October.
School's been up and down this week! I had such a great gym class today. Next week we're going outside to do these kinda, I don't know, adventure courses. Walking on planks of wood, zip lines, that sort of thing. To prepare for it we've had to do a lot of trust exercises. It's as stupid as it sounds. I will never trust all seventeen other people in my class. I do not even come close to liking several of them. So trust is kinda dumb, but hey, it's not actual sports which sometimes is all I can ask for. We did trust falls on Tuesday, and today we did trust falls off the bleachers in the gym. Your feet are probably about seven feet off the ground from the top of the bleachers. below you, said seventeen other kids holding their hands out criss-crossed with the people opposite them, kinda cheering you on as you stand there, wishing they'd just stop because you can't stand the attention. The drop's the easy bit. I'm not really scared of heights or falling anyway. Your heart kinda sinks as it does, and it is quite possible I started flailing my hands in the air although I can't really remember, and then you're awkwardly being held by a dozen of your classmates. Rather more exhilarating than I've found this Team Work shtick so far this year. Going out into the woods Monday. With this so-called new lease of 'trust' in my peers, will I be able to do whatever horrors are set forward? Who knows.
That being said, the logic problems they give us are pretty humiliating. It's a thing where you're "in" when you get them, and mocked by the "in" while you're out. I'm always the last to get them. And by get them, I mean be told by someone whilst in the locker room. I'm not a moron, sort of, though I wouldn't say I'm smart either. Guess it's just not my sort of logic. But the fact that I'm being publicly humiliated, feel embarrassed, and start to hate myself when the class is over...what's the point of that? Usually the psychology behind most of these games are pretty simple, but this. What kind of mind games are they trying to pull? Honestly, I'm seeing no benefits.
Geometry we had our little party on Monday. Had cake. Felt a bit baffled at the confusion of our relatively simple chapter we've been working on and why we had to do extra review. Took a look at our test today, and mentally ran through my list of "I'm really pissed off now" vocabulary. How dare she give us a proof worth eight points! Not a single person in the class can do proofs! And I know I got zero points 'cause I somehow ended up talking about a parallelogram and there's no doubt in my mind that that was a mile away from where I was supposed to be, So, pretty much screwed up the third test, the one I thought was simple. It's just slope and theorems, right? Wrong. That test was evil. I didn't even have TIME for the bonus questions, let alone racking my brains for answers! Anyway. I got new seats and I'm with a girl who has labelled me a superhero, and another that has declared that I don't talk much because when I talk, world disasters happen.
I will never know about science until the day of a test. I have one tomorrow. Could potentially be a disaster or rather fantastic. Who knows, right? Stupid Newton, he's really annoying. I have a Spanish quiz tomorrow, too. Know the ideas, though not all the vocab, and not enough time to really understand it. Uuuuugh. Good news is, I'm getting better at Spanish. I'm near kids of a similar level, and all we've been doing this week is busy work and practising skits. Presented those today, too. Was the only one in my group who knew all the lines, and I was the one who was mocked for lack of emotion. A bit unfair.
Today coming home the person I feel obligated to sit next to just 'cause, was elsewhere so I got the whole seat and it almost looked really warm outside. So bright. The bus was nearly empty. I'm just saying. And such a light homework load. Musing over logic problems and gravity. Easy day.
I'm getting back into the swing of piano. I'm just saying, thank you Tim Minchin. the sort of obsession one is allowed to feel for a musician would be considered weird for just about anybody else. And by musician, I mean 'normal' musician. Sorry Tim. People would think I'm weird for how much I like Tim Minchin. Who cares? I was listening to a few of his songs earlier, then I went back to practice my much much simpler little pieces and just kinda had a new energy for the way I was playing. I was playing badly, not that Tim does obviously, but I was having so much fun. Tim is basically awesome, though of course you already knew it.
And I bought an Arcade Fire CD. Again, just saying.
I do not honestly know why I don't want these paragraphs to flow anymore.
Blah.
Blah.
Blah.
Right, now I just sound ridiculous.
LAST THING; NaNo update; nothing to report. Not good! I can come up with characters. Really dumb, cliched, cookie-cutter characters, but characters nonetheless. I have some stupid plots. No good plots. I've been writing stuff out, hoping that something will kinda pop out. Again, stupid things. I've another three weeks to have that brilliantly revolutionary literary idea pop into my head.
That, or I'm copying Mark Danielewski. Ideas?
Past tenses and forces await studying, friends. Night.
- Naomi
Saturday, October 2, 2010
October.
Hello world.
Blink and you miss September. At least that's the lesson I learned this year. Why is it October already? Goodness knows. I certainly don't.
I know it's a weird thing to start thinking on October 2nd, but I miss summer. I haven't really had time to think about that yet because every thing's been so chaotic getting used to a new school and all the work and everything, and it's only just now that the revelation is dawning that I miss summer. I do miss England. You will hear me say that a billion and one times and I'm sorry, I just do. I miss when you walk outside and you're just kinda hit with the heat. You can wear shorts. God I hate having to wear jeans and yeah I don't care if that sounds odd. all the memories from the summer and now I have to wake up at six every morning and I'm not done with work until like seven. Wow, it's a change.
Everybody knows autumn's fun because it's atmospheric in the most hipster-like sort of way. In that "ooh, look at the leaves, let's listen to some rubbish folk music" sorta way. And I like that, of course. It's worth mentioning how vital music was to me last autumn. Time to bring out the Joanna Newsom, Macabees, Pains of Being Pure At Heart. Sadly NME-hyped music at the moment is less Mumford more Tinie so whatevs, there goes that. I had a really great October last year, easily the best school month of the year. I just worry it won't be as great this year, as weird as that sounds. Although I've still got apple picking, Halloween, halloween parties, this theme park I'm going to, Florence, walks, et cetera to look forward to so it should work it fine.
However, this year I probably won't end up on a Saturday afternoon being fitted by my mom for a Brandon fFowers halloween costume while singing Madness songs. "Gts", as those annoying people say.
Had a good day. My guitar teacher cancelled so I had a slow morning and then in the afternoon there was this sort of party down one of the little roads/drives/whatever near where I live. You know, small roads. I love those sorts of social things(says the confused shy introvert). there was supposed to be like seventy people there but it was more like fifty and the majority of people were either over 40 years old or under 5 years old so I was pretty stuck. The weather stayed nice for most of the afternoon and I basically just hung around being awkward while my parents talked to people. it was nice seeing all the neighbors again. Great for the young kids, too. My sister painted a pumpkin. Everyone was talking about me in high school. They had a lot of food out, all autumn-themed if you can call it that, and I basically just ate far too many cookies and brownies and stuff. there was an ice cream van. Your classic blissful October day. when it got cold someone had a thing to light a fire and we all sat around it with beach chairs. It was really very awesome. Heres to October days.
Tomorrow will mostly be homework. I'm getting more into the habit of doing some weekend homework on Fridays and Saturdays which is good. The load isn't so bad this weekend. I need to get my head around some math, learn some Spanish stuff, finish a lab and answer some questions for Science. it's do-able. I'm probably also gonna hunt down The Suburbs. I'm getting the urge to do a sort of "Arcade Fire Are So Overrated!" ramble somewhere but I need to give the album an actual listen first.
Oh yeah, we got progress reports yesterday, except I didn't get my Spanish one for some reason. But A- on Geometry and Science which I suppose is pretty accurate, if not a little too good. I also found out I got a 65% on a math test. That's a D, ladies and gentlemen. I do not understand proofs and I never will.
I can't believe I haven't blogged the whole school week. Mostly things went well. Felt pestered by the universe half the time but that wasn't the fault of the classes. My parents met my teachers. They like them, I like them too. My Geometry teacher told my parents I "am a bit shy, but we are working on her". Really? That's so unfair. Because, geometry teacher, you are definitely the first teacher in my nine years of school to have noticed this, right? it's weird. I woulda thought we could let shy people just live like normal people and do their thing, but no, they have to be tormented by every single person who thinks being quiet somehow makes you inferior. Fuck that.
Other than my 65%, Geometry's going well and we're due for a spontaneous little party on Monday for some reason. Except one day this week the teacher embarassed me so much, it was mortifying, and then I could barely feel my arms and legs if that makes sense. Science I spent most of the week completely lost, took a look at our quiz which I got into such a state about and went 'oh. this is it?". Spanish is great, we've been writing scripts all week and I'm totally the kid in the group who does nothing so it's fun. I talk to the girl next to me most of the time. it's sort of friendship I sometimes encounter where we feel similar enough that we're obligated to talk yet are both perfectly aware a true friendship will never occur. We play games and do quizzes. The classes are slow. We're doing stuff in past tense. It's only my third verb tense and it's freakin' exciting, man.
I had a mostly gym week. We're doing trust exercises, or something, and we're still in our class of 18 and it's fun most of the time. Sometimes I'm embarassed but it's okay. Friday we played a couple of older classes in a four-way dodgeball game and one of the classes were testosterone-fueled seniors who like to shout a lot. it wasn't really fair but it's the sort of game where you can get away with doing nothing.
Homework's easier but it still takes a while. Mostly I just get home, blast the Pretty Reckless cause I seem to think I'm that cool, and struggle my way through math problems until I eat dinner, read, practice instruments, attempt to blog, and sleep. It works.
To be honest, for the most part my outside school life at the moment consists of me watching Shooting Stars and eating Pot Noodle. I get the feeling that's vintage, but I'm not sure it really works.
Oh yeah, FYI, I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year. This is my second year. I did 40,000 words last year which was my goal and I succeeded although the story was basically a horrendous mashup of The Giver by Lois Lowry and what little meaning I extracted from reading 1984 as a thirteen-year-old. I really need to get planning at some point.
That My Chemical Romance song that I think is new and is called Na Na Na, or something, is quite spectacular. Even if you think you don't like MCR, please go listen. It puts Teenagers to shame.
Guess that's it, and yeah, I sound more tired than I am. Bye bye.
- Naomi
Blink and you miss September. At least that's the lesson I learned this year. Why is it October already? Goodness knows. I certainly don't.
I know it's a weird thing to start thinking on October 2nd, but I miss summer. I haven't really had time to think about that yet because every thing's been so chaotic getting used to a new school and all the work and everything, and it's only just now that the revelation is dawning that I miss summer. I do miss England. You will hear me say that a billion and one times and I'm sorry, I just do. I miss when you walk outside and you're just kinda hit with the heat. You can wear shorts. God I hate having to wear jeans and yeah I don't care if that sounds odd. all the memories from the summer and now I have to wake up at six every morning and I'm not done with work until like seven. Wow, it's a change.
Everybody knows autumn's fun because it's atmospheric in the most hipster-like sort of way. In that "ooh, look at the leaves, let's listen to some rubbish folk music" sorta way. And I like that, of course. It's worth mentioning how vital music was to me last autumn. Time to bring out the Joanna Newsom, Macabees, Pains of Being Pure At Heart. Sadly NME-hyped music at the moment is less Mumford more Tinie so whatevs, there goes that. I had a really great October last year, easily the best school month of the year. I just worry it won't be as great this year, as weird as that sounds. Although I've still got apple picking, Halloween, halloween parties, this theme park I'm going to, Florence, walks, et cetera to look forward to so it should work it fine.
However, this year I probably won't end up on a Saturday afternoon being fitted by my mom for a Brandon fFowers halloween costume while singing Madness songs. "Gts", as those annoying people say.
Had a good day. My guitar teacher cancelled so I had a slow morning and then in the afternoon there was this sort of party down one of the little roads/drives/whatever near where I live. You know, small roads. I love those sorts of social things(says the confused shy introvert). there was supposed to be like seventy people there but it was more like fifty and the majority of people were either over 40 years old or under 5 years old so I was pretty stuck. The weather stayed nice for most of the afternoon and I basically just hung around being awkward while my parents talked to people. it was nice seeing all the neighbors again. Great for the young kids, too. My sister painted a pumpkin. Everyone was talking about me in high school. They had a lot of food out, all autumn-themed if you can call it that, and I basically just ate far too many cookies and brownies and stuff. there was an ice cream van. Your classic blissful October day. when it got cold someone had a thing to light a fire and we all sat around it with beach chairs. It was really very awesome. Heres to October days.
Tomorrow will mostly be homework. I'm getting more into the habit of doing some weekend homework on Fridays and Saturdays which is good. The load isn't so bad this weekend. I need to get my head around some math, learn some Spanish stuff, finish a lab and answer some questions for Science. it's do-able. I'm probably also gonna hunt down The Suburbs. I'm getting the urge to do a sort of "Arcade Fire Are So Overrated!" ramble somewhere but I need to give the album an actual listen first.
Oh yeah, we got progress reports yesterday, except I didn't get my Spanish one for some reason. But A- on Geometry and Science which I suppose is pretty accurate, if not a little too good. I also found out I got a 65% on a math test. That's a D, ladies and gentlemen. I do not understand proofs and I never will.
I can't believe I haven't blogged the whole school week. Mostly things went well. Felt pestered by the universe half the time but that wasn't the fault of the classes. My parents met my teachers. They like them, I like them too. My Geometry teacher told my parents I "am a bit shy, but we are working on her". Really? That's so unfair. Because, geometry teacher, you are definitely the first teacher in my nine years of school to have noticed this, right? it's weird. I woulda thought we could let shy people just live like normal people and do their thing, but no, they have to be tormented by every single person who thinks being quiet somehow makes you inferior. Fuck that.
Other than my 65%, Geometry's going well and we're due for a spontaneous little party on Monday for some reason. Except one day this week the teacher embarassed me so much, it was mortifying, and then I could barely feel my arms and legs if that makes sense. Science I spent most of the week completely lost, took a look at our quiz which I got into such a state about and went 'oh. this is it?". Spanish is great, we've been writing scripts all week and I'm totally the kid in the group who does nothing so it's fun. I talk to the girl next to me most of the time. it's sort of friendship I sometimes encounter where we feel similar enough that we're obligated to talk yet are both perfectly aware a true friendship will never occur. We play games and do quizzes. The classes are slow. We're doing stuff in past tense. It's only my third verb tense and it's freakin' exciting, man.
I had a mostly gym week. We're doing trust exercises, or something, and we're still in our class of 18 and it's fun most of the time. Sometimes I'm embarassed but it's okay. Friday we played a couple of older classes in a four-way dodgeball game and one of the classes were testosterone-fueled seniors who like to shout a lot. it wasn't really fair but it's the sort of game where you can get away with doing nothing.
Homework's easier but it still takes a while. Mostly I just get home, blast the Pretty Reckless cause I seem to think I'm that cool, and struggle my way through math problems until I eat dinner, read, practice instruments, attempt to blog, and sleep. It works.
To be honest, for the most part my outside school life at the moment consists of me watching Shooting Stars and eating Pot Noodle. I get the feeling that's vintage, but I'm not sure it really works.
Oh yeah, FYI, I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year. This is my second year. I did 40,000 words last year which was my goal and I succeeded although the story was basically a horrendous mashup of The Giver by Lois Lowry and what little meaning I extracted from reading 1984 as a thirteen-year-old. I really need to get planning at some point.
That My Chemical Romance song that I think is new and is called Na Na Na, or something, is quite spectacular. Even if you think you don't like MCR, please go listen. It puts Teenagers to shame.
Guess that's it, and yeah, I sound more tired than I am. Bye bye.
- Naomi
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