I've had the most amazing few days, it's been brilliant. Though, I have been sleep deprived even by my sleep deprived standards. Urge to resist becoming the 'neurotic sleep deprived coffee-addicted freshman' stereotype fleeting fast.
Let's begin with today. After ten hours of sleep. First things first, amazing weather for the first time in forever. Sometimes lately I wake up and think it's March. Can't wait to wear shorts again soon. Sort of. Was reading for most of the afternoon, staying outside, then went to the mall. There's something so glorious about red shorts. And sort of burned orange shorts, too. Yay, shorts. Plus, I finally found the Sweeney Todd movie soundtrack in FYE, which I've been looking for for ages. I listened to it all afternoon, can't wait to obsessively listen to A Little Priest, there's something so pleasing about the idea of, like, being in public listening to a song about cannibalism, while everyone else around you is none the wiser. Stephen Sondheim is brilliant. I'm trying to learn some of the easy piano versions of some stuff I got for my birthday, particularly Pretty Women. One of my favorites. and I'm listening to more of the Sweeney Todd Broadway stuff...so good. Came home, was reading again, and had a piano recital(which I don't believe I've mentioned very much?) in the evening. Was surprisingly very calm though was struck with a huge headache, but I somehow worked my way through my piece. The place was filled with the usual set of eight year old child prodigies, and kids in Gap dresses with camera-waving over zealous mothers, and me. Apparently I made up for the relative simplicity of my piece with 'dynamics', but who knows. This is questionable. I had to perform in flats--ugh, I might as well perform in flip flops for all the trouble they've caused me. But oh oh oh, some guy played a piece from Amelie. Amelie. Yann Tiersen, fuck yes. He was sososo good, and the piece is gorgeous. On top of this and getting to play in this huge, magnificent, Gothic library, I got to play on an effing Steinway grand piano...I might just have to organize a sort of gang of friends to help me steal that piano, because I simply cannot return to my upright after that amazing experience. Grand pianos make my life. My mom says that maybe in a couple years, we could get a grand...just have to get good at piano first, I suppose. I would do it, for a grand.
Tomorrow is a sleep day, homework, et cetera.
Friday. Get home from school, get to go to said library to practice quickly on aforementioned piano that is the epitome of beauty in musical instruments. Had to practice in the shoes, and there's something entertaining in how they didn't match with old jeans and an Arctic Monkeys t-shirt. A piano teacher I don't know said I played beautifully, so good. Quickly come home, and went to travelling fair thing that comes to my town for two days every year. This is always an interesting, and sometimes fun, experience, though most of it is spent running around looking for lost friends rather than doing anything. I don't go on rides, so this works for me. I was much happier with this year's than I expected. I hung around with the usual groups of people, waited for them in lines, threw around someone's shoe for the hell of it...that experience ended up being almost violent, then had to look for someone's 'favorite lip gloss' in the dark. I always associate big nighttime events, such as this, with a slight feeling of sadness, even when I'm at my happiest. It's hard to describe. For the first time this year, I feel as if my freshman year is about to end...even with a month to go. Do you have any idea just how fast(how...too fast) this year has gone? I have a problem with being scared of the future, thus this is not good. I observed last night, just how many people I talked to who I didn't know in middle school. That kick started this nostalgia thing. So many good people, so many more than last year, wow. It's a weird, contrived sense of unity that probably doesn't exist in reality. No one else senses that. And I'm both shy and introverted, what do I know about the social networks of my grade? Nothing, that's what. So I'm ignorant of it, so what? I hated 6th grade, I wasn't a big fan of 7th grade, I loathed 8th grade, I hated all but about five people, at the best of times, who I was with in middle school. Even with all its separate issues, mainly concerning sleeping patterns, high school is such a step up from that. 'The best four years of my life' I certainly hope it is not, but the worst, it has not been so far. So...in between the loud Katy Perry songs, the friends, texting, people basically attacking one friend, meeting new people, talking to people I haven't talked to in ages, screaming people on rides, being cold, running around, darkness, and watching as two policemen casually ignored the weed-smoking teenagers ten feet off, this is what this night did to me. Why am I such a sentimental mess.
Thursday was good too--Arctic Monkeys concert! It was interesting to note that there was a basebell game beginning and ending at exactly the same time, and as Fenway is right next to the venue, getting in and out was a nightmare. For the first time, I really observed the extent to which some people will go for this. Never a phenomenon I have understood with sports, and never a phenomenon I will understand with the Red Sox in particular. It was me, my family, and some shy indie kids, waiting in line outside the gig while hordes of screaming drunk, red-capped lunatics ran past down the street. One feels truly alienated because this is Massachusetts culture at its most stereotyped(and, er, most true) form, yes? Anyway, it was the usual venue, and the Vaccines were supporting so I got to check out the hype around them. They always blurred into the usual oasis-wannabee bands that crop up on the NME regularly. They were alright. Post Break up Sex is a good song, but everything else...eh. Maybe it would've been cool in 2006. Anyway, 2nd time seeing the Arctics, last time they were less than dynamic, but someone fell on me and I blacked out for a couple of moments. The crowd was, dare I say, even more crazy this time round, and I was further away, so much so that I could barely see Alex(it is crucial that I see Alex. Crucial.) but no matter. They opened with something from Suck It And See(comes out in June.), then did The View From The Afternoon(headbanging, woah), Brianstorm(amaaaaazing), This House Is A Circus, Don't Sit Down Cause I've Moved Your Chair, Teddy Picker, Crying Lightning, I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor, Potion Approaching, Brick by Brick(*eyetwitch*), If You Were There Beware, Do Me A Favour, and Cornerstone. Encore was Pretty Visitors, another Suck It And See song, and the brilliant Fluorescent Adolescent. They were surprisingly more energetic this time, though they were having drum issues and Alex remains both annoyingly and adorably shy. Those were all good songs live. They played a few more new songs, sad to say they all sound fairly tame, and in particular I miss Alex's old lyrical style so much. Listen to Whatever People Say I Am That's What I'm Not, and tell me that those words coming from a seventeen year old aren't brilliant. I dare you. Now it's so, like, bland. Can someone please, please, please, for the love of humanity keep Josh Homme away from all future Arctic Monkeys records? Because I do not want California surf pop on my Arctic Monkeys record. I'm sorry, I just don't. At least Alex had the sense to cut his hair, otherwise all hope would truly be lost. Regardless, I'm still looking forward to the record, and the concert was really good and I'm so excited to see them again in August.
Listening to them and Man Orch and Elbow lately.
So, school.
Art has proved to be beyond frustrating and boring, so I've taken to doing my homework instead of doing any work. my piece looks terrible. Next I have to paint a picture of my house. Fun.
Health, not very interesting, talking about birth control(*yawn*). It's funny how the health teachers here all think they're so liberal because they talk about condoms and whatever, but secretly they're uber conservative and they're actually reluctant to talk about birth control and just want everyone to stay virgins forever. On Thursday we had to design a 'perfect partner'(a bit personal, no?). I don't see any purpose for this. My only input was voting on hair and eye color. it doesn't bare thinking about, the activity that has been planned for this. Also, I totally need to get started on my health project.
Science began the week with an test. An 88, hmmm, better than average so I'm happy enough. I didn't study for as long as some, though, so that's ok. Now we're doing evolution, which I don't know enough about. I got my science project back, I got an 82, because my poster didn't look pretty, but how can you make a poster about 20th century biologists look good? I don't understand. I have to go outside tomorrow.
world Civ, watched videos for most of the week, most of them very dull indeed, talked about colonists, now constructing a sort of English village going into the industrial revolution. A good time for homework.
English, finally finished Tale of Two Cities and I must say, I liked it a lot. We did that and grammar and analysis all week, then watched some of the movie on Thursday...which was average at best. Ah well. Did another couple of fishbowls, finally got 100% on at least one, so I suppose I'm improving. My teacher was out Friday, so we watched the movie the entire time! Bliss.
Doctor Who. Weird but good this week. Had a bad headache so didn't pay as much attention as I would've liked. Interesting idea. My only other comment is this: yay, Rory, congrats on not dying.
Anyway, I've gotta write about whether pre marital sex is okay, so goodnight.
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Saturday, May 21, 2011
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
silent night
I'm waiting for my aunt to get here and I'm thinking, oh snow, how you torment me. There's a good...powdering of the stuff out there right now. Capturing my attention and my hope(in vain) of a properly white christmas. Europe stole it, I have concluded. A foot of snow, England, really? Kinda want it back now. Dunno if you heard, but heathrow were having problems with it. Yesterday's Virgin Boston flight didn't go and things were looking pretty worrying back there for a while. Luckily BAA(or whoever is dealing with this gigantic nightmare) pulled through for us, and my aunt's in her way. apparently heathrow was quiet--hard to imagine, right?-- since like two thirds of flights were cancelled. I feel bad for those people.
Can't wait to start the Christmas traditions tomorrow. Came home from school in said irritatingly minimal snow, looked in my kitchen and wow, what's this? Orange juice? Iced tea? Pot noodle? Fancy Whole Foods hippie yogurts? Foreign chocolate? Must be a dream. I love my parents. Tomorrow's my last school day of 2010 and on Friday I'm gonna go shopping and bake and blog and eat baked potatoes. In many ways I prefer Christmas Eve to Christmas Day, I realise. Plus, duh, Saturdayy, gonna rock. We got our tree up and it's all decorated and super pretty, and there's only one present under the tree. For me. From my sister. because she's cool. plus, mum got me this big book of Christmas songs too play on piano. I can play water down versions of all of the basics, except We Three Kings seems to be missing. I have a very very simple copy somewhere. Anyway.
So last week of school--a science quiz(90%, thank god), another science partner quiz, a math quiz, a spanish quiz, another spanish quiz, and a math test. WHAT IS THIS? oh yeah, and a science presentation tomorrow. to quote jez of the new(and wonderful, naturally) episode of Peep Show, everything is "triple fried fucked". everybody's presentations are better than mine will be because my topic's boring and I'm scared in front of crowds and my partnerias vile and has to be reminded to do things like capitalize the bulletpoints on slideshows. ugh. and he didn't do a damn bibliography for his pictures. stupid.
I wrote that all that two days earlier. Sorry. where was I?
Oh yeah, presentation sucked. My geometry teacher's pissed at me. Spanish wasn't super straightforward. throughout the week, I've basically been falling asleep, failing stuff, watching nothing interesting go on, be the only one I know with serious amounts of homework. gym was cool this week. first, because Tuesday we played matball against the juniors and seniors and God knows I like to see cocky fourteen year old boys go all embarrassed and shy after someone beats them at sports, so I basically had a field day. we played pick up sticks in spanish, too.
THEN, last day of school last block, was absolutely incredible. There was this giant matball game that I don't think anyone watched, and I found out we didn't have to be there. there was some concert going on elsewhere, so me and a friend kinda walked off with some people to see that. then, I found this other friend in my gym class and she's like "Martin Johnson's here! martin Johnson's here!" all fangirlish. He's the singer in Boys Like Girls and he went to our school and yes I'm aware that gives away where I live, but no one who reads this cares. So, while everyone else went in to see the concert, my friend saw this group of people hanging around down the hallway so we walked over to them. And lo and behold, we look into the band room, and there he is. Bearing in mind, I don't actually like this band nor was I particularly familiar with his appearance, and I'm not ordinarily bothered when someone finds an English book with his name in it. But truth is yes, I'm very very pathetic, and yes, I did suddenly develop a desire to meet someone I dislike because they are a famous musician who is reasonably attractive and he was, y'know, right there. don't judge me. he walked out and all these other girls crowd around him. out comes my friend's phone. everyone's kinda gone fangirl/ape at this point, a real famous musician in the flesh! I was so in that mood to if I'm honest. my friend talks to him first, asks for a picture. My being me, I have to prep myself for five minutes to say a word to him. and then I'm like "Can I have a picture with you?" and he said "of course you can". DID YOU HEAR THAT? Wow wow wow wow wow! And fuck yes I got a picture. With him. Oh my god, how amazing is this?(only downside being I'm gonna have to start pretending I like his shit band)
Now that that's all out of the way, I'm going to have to state the obvious; it's Christmas eve! My 2nd favorite day of the year! Now that my aunt's here, things are going great. It was amazing finally getting out of school and sleeping. I feel totally awake which has become such an odd sensation. Yesterday after school we went into town with my aunt to this gift shop, because we go there with her every year and it's always closed. I got a necklace with a creepy moon thing on it, and I love it to death already, somehow. After dinner, I watched a musical version of A Christmas Carol which I've always loved, and nearly fell asleep to it.
And today was of course, fantastic. My family and I made a gingerbread village in the morning, then we made the icing for our cake, and iced it. (so much food). after lunch, we made paper chains--too many in fact-- andfinished decorating our gingerbread village. I made one I penned The Jackson Pollock of Gingerbread Houses, which my aunt similarly penned The House Of The Village Eccentric. It was so much fun to make. Then, we drove around our town looking at the pretty lights, which I love every time. then we made yule logs and mince pies. in essence, another perfect christmas eve. I loooove this holiday, so much. currently I'm sitting around with my family, at the moment, and it's wonderful. my sister is trying to paint a pineapple. yaaaaaay.
I'm not very interesting tonight but I wanna get back to what I've been doing. so I apologise. I'll get back to you on Boxing Day I hope when I'm all excited-out.
Good night.
Oh yeah, merry christmas, of course.
Can't wait to start the Christmas traditions tomorrow. Came home from school in said irritatingly minimal snow, looked in my kitchen and wow, what's this? Orange juice? Iced tea? Pot noodle? Fancy Whole Foods hippie yogurts? Foreign chocolate? Must be a dream. I love my parents. Tomorrow's my last school day of 2010 and on Friday I'm gonna go shopping and bake and blog and eat baked potatoes. In many ways I prefer Christmas Eve to Christmas Day, I realise. Plus, duh, Saturdayy, gonna rock. We got our tree up and it's all decorated and super pretty, and there's only one present under the tree. For me. From my sister. because she's cool. plus, mum got me this big book of Christmas songs too play on piano. I can play water down versions of all of the basics, except We Three Kings seems to be missing. I have a very very simple copy somewhere. Anyway.
So last week of school--a science quiz(90%, thank god), another science partner quiz, a math quiz, a spanish quiz, another spanish quiz, and a math test. WHAT IS THIS? oh yeah, and a science presentation tomorrow. to quote jez of the new(and wonderful, naturally) episode of Peep Show, everything is "triple fried fucked". everybody's presentations are better than mine will be because my topic's boring and I'm scared in front of crowds and my partnerias vile and has to be reminded to do things like capitalize the bulletpoints on slideshows. ugh. and he didn't do a damn bibliography for his pictures. stupid.
I wrote that all that two days earlier. Sorry. where was I?
Oh yeah, presentation sucked. My geometry teacher's pissed at me. Spanish wasn't super straightforward. throughout the week, I've basically been falling asleep, failing stuff, watching nothing interesting go on, be the only one I know with serious amounts of homework. gym was cool this week. first, because Tuesday we played matball against the juniors and seniors and God knows I like to see cocky fourteen year old boys go all embarrassed and shy after someone beats them at sports, so I basically had a field day. we played pick up sticks in spanish, too.
THEN, last day of school last block, was absolutely incredible. There was this giant matball game that I don't think anyone watched, and I found out we didn't have to be there. there was some concert going on elsewhere, so me and a friend kinda walked off with some people to see that. then, I found this other friend in my gym class and she's like "Martin Johnson's here! martin Johnson's here!" all fangirlish. He's the singer in Boys Like Girls and he went to our school and yes I'm aware that gives away where I live, but no one who reads this cares. So, while everyone else went in to see the concert, my friend saw this group of people hanging around down the hallway so we walked over to them. And lo and behold, we look into the band room, and there he is. Bearing in mind, I don't actually like this band nor was I particularly familiar with his appearance, and I'm not ordinarily bothered when someone finds an English book with his name in it. But truth is yes, I'm very very pathetic, and yes, I did suddenly develop a desire to meet someone I dislike because they are a famous musician who is reasonably attractive and he was, y'know, right there. don't judge me. he walked out and all these other girls crowd around him. out comes my friend's phone. everyone's kinda gone fangirl/ape at this point, a real famous musician in the flesh! I was so in that mood to if I'm honest. my friend talks to him first, asks for a picture. My being me, I have to prep myself for five minutes to say a word to him. and then I'm like "Can I have a picture with you?" and he said "of course you can". DID YOU HEAR THAT? Wow wow wow wow wow! And fuck yes I got a picture. With him. Oh my god, how amazing is this?(only downside being I'm gonna have to start pretending I like his shit band)
Now that that's all out of the way, I'm going to have to state the obvious; it's Christmas eve! My 2nd favorite day of the year! Now that my aunt's here, things are going great. It was amazing finally getting out of school and sleeping. I feel totally awake which has become such an odd sensation. Yesterday after school we went into town with my aunt to this gift shop, because we go there with her every year and it's always closed. I got a necklace with a creepy moon thing on it, and I love it to death already, somehow. After dinner, I watched a musical version of A Christmas Carol which I've always loved, and nearly fell asleep to it.
And today was of course, fantastic. My family and I made a gingerbread village in the morning, then we made the icing for our cake, and iced it. (so much food). after lunch, we made paper chains--too many in fact-- andfinished decorating our gingerbread village. I made one I penned The Jackson Pollock of Gingerbread Houses, which my aunt similarly penned The House Of The Village Eccentric. It was so much fun to make. Then, we drove around our town looking at the pretty lights, which I love every time. then we made yule logs and mince pies. in essence, another perfect christmas eve. I loooove this holiday, so much. currently I'm sitting around with my family, at the moment, and it's wonderful. my sister is trying to paint a pineapple. yaaaaaay.
I'm not very interesting tonight but I wanna get back to what I've been doing. so I apologise. I'll get back to you on Boxing Day I hope when I'm all excited-out.
Good night.
Oh yeah, merry christmas, of course.
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.
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
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Oh. Well, hello there.
Hello there.
Just so you know, I'm not good at the opening post/All About Me thing. Never have, never will be. First off, I'm a pretty boring person. A lot of people say that, but trust me, I am. I mean, really, what do I actually do? Let me think. My name is Naomi. I'm English but I live in Massachusetts now. I'm 14 years old and I'm about to go into 9th grade. High school. I hate school, too; I keep blogs to complain about it, mostly. I also keep a blog to write. I like to write, a lot. Here, journals, at school, whenever I get the chance. Naturally that makes me a reader, too, I suppose. I do the 20th century classics thing mostly. Orwell, JD Salinger, Harper Lee, Twain, all those goodies. And some older ones, like Dickens and Hawthorne. All of those types of people. Your pretty run of the mill listing there. When I'm not reading or writing, I'm absorbing myself in an equally run of the mill music life. I'm 14, okay, what do you expect? I like boys with guitars and synthesizers, mostly. You know...Arctic Monkeys, Muse, Biffy Clyro, Babyshambles, Editors, Elbow(from which this blog gets its stupid name), Florence and the Machine, Franz Ferdinand, Joanna Newsom, Jonsi, Kasabian, Keane, Kings of Leon, the Libertines, MGMT, Paloma Faith, Peter Doherty, Radiohead, Sigur Ros, Snow Patrol, , hat sort of thing. oh, and I'm an indie girl; kinda hovering between hipster and not, which is awkward. I often like to write about music, too. I don't like many movies, most I do have Johnny Depp in them, but I have a mad insane relationship owith UK 'telly'. Obsessions include but are not limited to Peep Show(Um. Marry me, Mark Corregon?), Mock The Week, QI, Nevermind The Buzzcocks, would I Lie To You, Doctor Who, That mithcll and Webb look, have I Got News For You. Yes, PANEL SHOWS. oh, I could watch them all day. And I certainly will at one point. I don't have much else going on, you know?
Anyway, that's about me to a t. Not that it matters--no one reads these things and even if you, you'll catch the gist of what I'm about pretty quickly. I'm like a living anti-climax, right? I find it difficult to sound enthusiastic on these things. iIam, of course, it's just tricky.
to be fair, i'm a little distracted right now. I'm super tired. I've had a mad few days. Over the weekend I had a sort of family gathering, all 16 of us, and I was so busy I couldn't have time to go online at all. I love family gatherings, we haven't been totally together for four years. Me and my family went out on Saturday morning and we came back and my cousins C, who is 18, and A, who is 16 came round. I saw A last year. She doesn't seem to change, except somehow I outgrew her this year. C just proved to the world that he did catch the 140 IQ gene that runs in everyone in the family except me by getting a brilliant A level results, and he's off to university for physics. I haven't seen him since he was 15. Now he has a ponytail and army boots and staring eyes. He's scary to be honest. And a total smart Alec too. After one uncle and one aunt arrived and we had dinner and apple crumble(my favorite ever) and first we measured peoples pinky fingers for the sake of it, we had a quiz and a drawing competition and all he drew were dots. No one took it seriously. Also on the downside, our parents decided to have a kids' drawing competition and my sister can be a wordimnotgonnasay sometimes. Attention seeker to the extreme. the fact she can draw better than me doesn't help. By the way, that was just the beginning. Where did this attention seeker Natalie come from? her plan was to make out that she can speak publicly, does crosswords and plays chess regularly, draws the whole time, plays Croquet, and is clever and witty. it's weird, because the real Natalie watches Spongebob and goes on Facebook all day and wakes up at midday. Somehow they didn't notice her crap and she was like the baby again(still is, really) and I looked like the pathetic older sister who can't really do anything. Although, that is sort of the case. Anyway, that made it up and down. That and my grandmother. I like my grandma, really I do, but she is liberal and extroverted to an extreme, which in itself makes you twitch after 15 minutes of convo, but then she has this fascination--no, obsession--with all things education. Colleges, really. My cousins Chris and Alex who came later are 20 and 22. I played croquet with their dad, by the way. I sucked, We lost. But it was fun. Oh yes, I got to go out in a Mini! It was really cool! Anyway, education is all my Grandmother wants to talk about. Alex mentioned something about a phd and she misheard and had a sort of euphoric moment when an extension of education was prosed. he is not, in fact, getting a phd. But all my grandmother cares about is how is school going, where will this lead you, where are you planning on going, etcetera. It's tiring. My 16 year old cousin isn't going down this Science-Math Degree Douchebag route so my grandma's ruled her out entirely. That makes me next in this conveyor belt of unverisites. Which kinda sucks. no, I won't be a scientist. No, i don't know what I'll be. No, i'm not gonna chose between the arts and the sciences. And you quickly lose the will to fight it anymore. She's also very stubborn. While she does now think my sister is heaven on Earth, she still wants me to talk about school and such. I'm tired of all that. I really wish we didn't have to do all of this. Sunday as good, all 16 of us together and we played outside and did a quiz and joined in conversations, but me and my cousin had to escape into the other room for lunch. No one seems to know how fucking annoying the college thing is. i wish everyone, all my cousins, were young again and we didn't have to go through this. *wistful sigh* Wasn't it yesterday I ran around chasing my cousin Alex with an inflatable banana? Now he's getting a computer science degree and has facial hair. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN.
Today's been stressful, though. School, I'll have you know, is starting tomorrow and it's all I can think about. High school, even. I missed the orientation and in between having too much to do, we got to look around and get my lock. The place was both simpler and nicer than I expected. I got a great locker, it's on the edge in its row and right by some stairs. the layout is super straightforward and I'm really excited by the freedom of all of it. My schedule for tomorrow reads physical science, then Spanish, then Geometry, then Gym. Which is gonna suck. At least i have study hall instead of gym the other day. First term is gonna be rough. Actually, it's all gonna be rough--I'm, getting used to that. i shan't be making friends, I imagine. I'm just to hope I have classes with people i'm okay with. i'm worried, of course, about homework, waking up(ugh. gonna miss that!), the winter, the nervousness, etcetrera. Also, I have to take the bus this year. The last two years my mum drove me. Can't anymore. That kind of terrified me, and no one's telling me anything about it. So I will DEFINITELY do something wrong tomorrow afternoon, if I make it that far. Busses are too stressful. I can't wait for the day I can actually drive to school. But anyway, I need to supress supress supress. Summer is over. A new year awaits. I'll just pretend I'm not miserable about it! Yaaaay! Welcome to my world!
- Love and kisses and I'll change the layout soon I promise, Naomi
Just so you know, I'm not good at the opening post/All About Me thing. Never have, never will be. First off, I'm a pretty boring person. A lot of people say that, but trust me, I am. I mean, really, what do I actually do? Let me think. My name is Naomi. I'm English but I live in Massachusetts now. I'm 14 years old and I'm about to go into 9th grade. High school. I hate school, too; I keep blogs to complain about it, mostly. I also keep a blog to write. I like to write, a lot. Here, journals, at school, whenever I get the chance. Naturally that makes me a reader, too, I suppose. I do the 20th century classics thing mostly. Orwell, JD Salinger, Harper Lee, Twain, all those goodies. And some older ones, like Dickens and Hawthorne. All of those types of people. Your pretty run of the mill listing there. When I'm not reading or writing, I'm absorbing myself in an equally run of the mill music life. I'm 14, okay, what do you expect? I like boys with guitars and synthesizers, mostly. You know...Arctic Monkeys, Muse, Biffy Clyro, Babyshambles, Editors, Elbow(from which this blog gets its stupid name), Florence and the Machine, Franz Ferdinand, Joanna Newsom, Jonsi, Kasabian, Keane, Kings of Leon, the Libertines, MGMT, Paloma Faith, Peter Doherty, Radiohead, Sigur Ros, Snow Patrol, , hat sort of thing. oh, and I'm an indie girl; kinda hovering between hipster and not, which is awkward. I often like to write about music, too. I don't like many movies, most I do have Johnny Depp in them, but I have a mad insane relationship owith UK 'telly'. Obsessions include but are not limited to Peep Show(Um. Marry me, Mark Corregon?), Mock The Week, QI, Nevermind The Buzzcocks, would I Lie To You, Doctor Who, That mithcll and Webb look, have I Got News For You. Yes, PANEL SHOWS. oh, I could watch them all day. And I certainly will at one point. I don't have much else going on, you know?
Anyway, that's about me to a t. Not that it matters--no one reads these things and even if you, you'll catch the gist of what I'm about pretty quickly. I'm like a living anti-climax, right? I find it difficult to sound enthusiastic on these things. iIam, of course, it's just tricky.
to be fair, i'm a little distracted right now. I'm super tired. I've had a mad few days. Over the weekend I had a sort of family gathering, all 16 of us, and I was so busy I couldn't have time to go online at all. I love family gatherings, we haven't been totally together for four years. Me and my family went out on Saturday morning and we came back and my cousins C, who is 18, and A, who is 16 came round. I saw A last year. She doesn't seem to change, except somehow I outgrew her this year. C just proved to the world that he did catch the 140 IQ gene that runs in everyone in the family except me by getting a brilliant A level results, and he's off to university for physics. I haven't seen him since he was 15. Now he has a ponytail and army boots and staring eyes. He's scary to be honest. And a total smart Alec too. After one uncle and one aunt arrived and we had dinner and apple crumble(my favorite ever) and first we measured peoples pinky fingers for the sake of it, we had a quiz and a drawing competition and all he drew were dots. No one took it seriously. Also on the downside, our parents decided to have a kids' drawing competition and my sister can be a wordimnotgonnasay sometimes. Attention seeker to the extreme. the fact she can draw better than me doesn't help. By the way, that was just the beginning. Where did this attention seeker Natalie come from? her plan was to make out that she can speak publicly, does crosswords and plays chess regularly, draws the whole time, plays Croquet, and is clever and witty. it's weird, because the real Natalie watches Spongebob and goes on Facebook all day and wakes up at midday. Somehow they didn't notice her crap and she was like the baby again(still is, really) and I looked like the pathetic older sister who can't really do anything. Although, that is sort of the case. Anyway, that made it up and down. That and my grandmother. I like my grandma, really I do, but she is liberal and extroverted to an extreme, which in itself makes you twitch after 15 minutes of convo, but then she has this fascination--no, obsession--with all things education. Colleges, really. My cousins Chris and Alex who came later are 20 and 22. I played croquet with their dad, by the way. I sucked, We lost. But it was fun. Oh yes, I got to go out in a Mini! It was really cool! Anyway, education is all my Grandmother wants to talk about. Alex mentioned something about a phd and she misheard and had a sort of euphoric moment when an extension of education was prosed. he is not, in fact, getting a phd. But all my grandmother cares about is how is school going, where will this lead you, where are you planning on going, etcetera. It's tiring. My 16 year old cousin isn't going down this Science-Math Degree Douchebag route so my grandma's ruled her out entirely. That makes me next in this conveyor belt of unverisites. Which kinda sucks. no, I won't be a scientist. No, i don't know what I'll be. No, i'm not gonna chose between the arts and the sciences. And you quickly lose the will to fight it anymore. She's also very stubborn. While she does now think my sister is heaven on Earth, she still wants me to talk about school and such. I'm tired of all that. I really wish we didn't have to do all of this. Sunday as good, all 16 of us together and we played outside and did a quiz and joined in conversations, but me and my cousin had to escape into the other room for lunch. No one seems to know how fucking annoying the college thing is. i wish everyone, all my cousins, were young again and we didn't have to go through this. *wistful sigh* Wasn't it yesterday I ran around chasing my cousin Alex with an inflatable banana? Now he's getting a computer science degree and has facial hair. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN.
Today's been stressful, though. School, I'll have you know, is starting tomorrow and it's all I can think about. High school, even. I missed the orientation and in between having too much to do, we got to look around and get my lock. The place was both simpler and nicer than I expected. I got a great locker, it's on the edge in its row and right by some stairs. the layout is super straightforward and I'm really excited by the freedom of all of it. My schedule for tomorrow reads physical science, then Spanish, then Geometry, then Gym. Which is gonna suck. At least i have study hall instead of gym the other day. First term is gonna be rough. Actually, it's all gonna be rough--I'm, getting used to that. i shan't be making friends, I imagine. I'm just to hope I have classes with people i'm okay with. i'm worried, of course, about homework, waking up(ugh. gonna miss that!), the winter, the nervousness, etcetrera. Also, I have to take the bus this year. The last two years my mum drove me. Can't anymore. That kind of terrified me, and no one's telling me anything about it. So I will DEFINITELY do something wrong tomorrow afternoon, if I make it that far. Busses are too stressful. I can't wait for the day I can actually drive to school. But anyway, I need to supress supress supress. Summer is over. A new year awaits. I'll just pretend I'm not miserable about it! Yaaaay! Welcome to my world!
- Love and kisses and I'll change the layout soon I promise, Naomi
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