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.
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