evenin'
so, the infamous science test turned out to be completely horrific, more so than even I could predict. We spent about thirty minutes on water and streams, and that ended up being about a quarter of the test. We spent about a week on soil, there were no more than ten questions. It was as much baffling as terrifying, really. A 60, please. I'm gonna do what mark corrigan does; beg to jesus to get me what I want, and say I'll beleive in him if he does so.
But really, que sera sera. Though I was on the verge of tears for a couple of hours after the test ended, I just don't care anymore. This test had been looming over my head for over a week prior and I feel completely free now that it's gone. hoorah, there goes my A in that class! Though I got a 100 on a project, so that's something.
It's so annoying to blog after a 'long time', isn't it? I totally I lose even the slightest bit of motivation to blog I might've had a few days ago. This weekend all I wanna do is watch Louis Theroux documentaries. it's pretty sad. You KNOW you're a freak when you obsess over a TV journalist. And when you're more into factual documentaries than movies. I suppose it's partially a British thing--shit, you can't watch the BBC and not get into those 'gritty' investigative documentaries, can you? I'm weird for this, nonetheless. Louis's awesome. King of the Awkward Stare. which is nicer for an awkward-starer veteran like me...I'm not alone. (but I'm not as nice or as clever as him)
It's ten past eleven so might as well do the usual School week run through, no?
In art we finished our op-art projects, and about time too, though I think I'll find myself saying this about every art project. Luckily we're moving onto what is essential just plain old drawing. Just plain old drawing is actually what I'm best at when it comes to art, largely due to there being no creativity involved whatsoever. Yay! It won't be too bad. I really just sit there and listen to other people and read and do the bare minimum and mute my perfectionist tendencies. Have to get a picture out of a magazine though, which isn't ideal. I found a nice one, but it has no real meaning to me and appatrenly this is all about these photos having PERSONAL MEANING to onself. Honestly I think I'll be hard pressed to find such a thing in National Geographic or the Delias clothing magazine.
Next year I kinda have to take two art classes which is so not fun. It's course selection week and I so far can't be bothered to put a shred of thought into this. I really wanna take Chemistry(junior class) as well as bio, but what with teacher cuts almost no sopjhomores get this. which is awful. (and we're concerned about a music teacher with THIS stuff happening? and the middle school is raising money for smart boards?!) I get to do photography, which is probably gonna happen but I still don't want it that much. Good thing is, I get a better gym option, one with a decided lack of sporty guys, competitive games, and, indeed, physical exercise. there are no downsides to this.
Health this week was an accuumulation of shitty things. I had to write a bs letter to a soldier and personally I find a written letter that has been forcibly written to pass a class is very condescending and honestly I'd rather there be no written letter at all. hey, that's just me. Then we watched videos that are all like DRUGS ARE BAD, DRUGGIES ARE STUPID, IF YOU DO DRUGS YOU WILL DIE DIE DIE THOUGH YOU ARE A WORTHLESS HUMAN BEING NOT WORTHY OF SAFETY OR SUPPORT OR RESPECT AND YOU PROBABLY GO OUT AND PARTY ALL THE TIME AND WEAR TRASHY CLOTHES CAUSE YOU'RE A TEENAGER ON DRUGS AND TEENAGERS SUCK DONT DO DRUGS KIDS. you know the type. We did the obligatory legalizing marijuana debate. I've become more interested in the issue since last time I've seen this discussed in school, and I've noticed a bizarre phenomenom. I'm in one of the most liberal states in the country, and yet when it comes to the drug topic, everyone seems to magically transform into a conservative and I look like fucking Ghandi. (did Ghandi have an opinion on this?) Of course, the 'legalize it' side was just me and a bunch of daredevil guys. (another thing. ladies, what gives? This was on a scale of 1--keep it illegal--, oto 10--legalize it--and I swear I was the only female above a five. huh?). It was actually very odd indeed. And I don't consider myself like super-super left-wing. when it comes to all the legalize/illegalize debates, I pretty consisently go liberal, but I'm not too big on environmental stuff and I think some left-wing war policies are a bit stupid and I'm far too misanthropic to be a hippie. (though as for equal rights for gays and whatnot, yes, 100%). All of the far-far-far-lefters get a little uncomfortable on this topic, it seems. I'm confused. Enlighten me? It was an interesting experience, even though I've never seen such a biased health teacher, and I do not think the fact that the idea of certain drugs being legal makes you squirm is a valid argument, and I do not think the teacher should treat it as such. give me your opinions, sure, debates are the best, but please find some way to back up your opinions first.
World Civ was a usual repetition of drawn-out subjects re the middle ages, attempting to break down the cardboard castles we'd half-heartedly put together last weeks(my group's had collapsed already), and watching people's crappy Feudalism powerpoints. I was given the job of presenting the slides done by the girl who wasn't there. actually, I wasn't as much given the job, my sleep-deprived and frankly painfully idiotic mind somehow imposed this upon itself. See, I hadn't seen the show in full, and I swear the info looked uncanilly like mine...I just figured someone had messed with the layout, seems reasonable, no? (why I have the brain to even, like, read and write is actually beyond me). I realized about half way through that this wasn't mine, and there's really no backing out then, is there? fuckfuckfuck. Presentations are always a nightmare for me so I honestly try not to laugh at other peoples. why you would, I don't know. But some people did. Screw them.
Which only reminds me of the arrogance of the people in my old science group, who boldly announced how they had no problems with public speaking whatsoever in front of me who, clearly, does. and I don't actually think it's some virtue to be able to do so. good? yes. vital? Obviously, that's hugely variable. But there were some series egos in this group, so there's no telling them that. And FYI, can we please clarify what 'good public speaking' is? Because I fear these prople are way off. Being able to project your voice as is necessery is good, not being scared is good, eye contact is good, however, saying loads of ums and waving your arms about and giggling and finishing with the infamous 'so...uh, yeah' is NOT good. I'm sorry, no two ways about that.
I had to have lunch with one of these narcissists on Wednesday, they switched the lunches around because people were doing state standard test things. A vegetarian who would announce it in a heartbeat, she looked condescendingly on the fact I'd chosen to eat a meat-based in an effort to, y'know, not be hungry. She also talked about the fact she knows the oh-so-obscure musical Hair and decided to sing, singing songs which specifically require a strong vibrato to sound good, one that most people do not possess. and she's likable?!
I finsished reading Oedipus in English this week and it turned out to be utterly brilliant though no one else seemed to agree with me. Never read a play I've particularly liked before, actually, never read a good one for school, anyway. I didn't much like a Midsummer Night's Dream, honestly, but what do I know about anything? NOTHING. Other than that it's all grammar and stuff.
I completely cannot recall about half this week, it's just all blurred together. Through a process of lack of sleep and extreme stress and mania, I got a bad headache and stayed off school Thursday. I haven't slept that long since June, I think. I'm totally out of it.
and oh yeah, I want summer nooooow.
We booked our plane tickets back to England, we're there for most of August which is good. I'm not spending as long in the area where I used to live which is a shame but it could be worse I suppose. I spoke to one of the people I'm going to V with today. I'm so crazy excited now I almost cannot contain it. Bring on summer.
Music wise, it's been a typical week of indie pop and electronica for me. Editors, the Naked and Famous, Oh Land, Alex Turner, the Rural Alberta Advantage, Silver Swans, Anna Calvi. good stuff. also getting into huge arguments on a pop-punk cover of Friday. I'd rather listen to the original.
Anyway, night
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Saturday, March 26, 2011
Thursday, November 4, 2010
I have A Midterm tomorrow
One that I should really, probably, most likely be actually studying for.
But you can only do so much, you know? I either know it or I don't. Yeah. Or, I've yet to come to terms with the fact that ten percent of my science grade depends on whatever happens tomorrow morning. Good lord.
the good thing is how this is all panning out for NaNoWriMo. Day off Tuesday, day off next Thursday, Thanksgiving, not too much homework, et cetera. It works out very well to write so many words each day which, if you're wondering, is going swimmingly. Way better than last year's at this stage although admittedly that was nothing short of horrendous from the get go. I'm better now with the idea that's it about just getting the words down, not making them sound terribly good.
On my day off I got orange gloves that I will most likely never wear for I've nothing to wear them with, which is a shame because they're just so incredibly lovely. and a sweatshirt. Frankly I feel I need more clothes but I dunno what clothes I want at the moment. *shrugs* I probably look stupid most of the time but I don't really wanna wear a lot of the stuff that's in Forever 21. I don't know how people actually pull of the stuff in there. And by pull off, I mean like normal. this is New England, not Paris. People here actually manage to make hipster clothes look untrendy, which is obviously I skill I will never master. Not that I know a whole ton about clothes beyond, like, Style Rookie and "oh, that's a nice color of t-shirt".
I have too many t-shirts. too many unisex t-shirts. they don't fit or work for me but oh they're so comfy, especially when I have to get dressed at like quarter past six every morning and I'm like "screw looking halfway decent". I can do that when I wake up on nine every saturday. Well, sort of. to the best of my ability I can.
I had a Spanish quiz yesterday which was easy and today i had to present a Spanish skit. I'm growing to hate this teacher, hate this language, et cetera. If I could turn back time, first thing I'd do is make myself take German instead. cause German is so cool. and also in the skit today we were doing a scene at a restaurant. I'm the customer who is a total bitch and has more lines than anyone else. One of my lines is 'Que Asco!" or "how gross" which by the way I wouldn't say in real life ever because A.) the word gross is, well, gross B.) I would end up nearly suicidal for all the mocking because of my accent and C.) Seriously, who actually complains about their food at a restaurant? No one! If you don't wanna eat it you don't technically have to. you don' have to tip either. No one actually complains to the waiter that their food tastes bad. my Spanish teacher had a go at me for not being expressive enough, so she's like "okay, say it in English". So, I do, as humiliating and aggravating as it was. and she laughs because I was expressionless, she thought, although a better term was "angry and anxious and terrified". I say the line in front of the class as best I can--I'm not an actor in any language, okay?--and she laughs. and then she says to the class after the skit "we quizzed naomi on it before, and she says it like that[lacking in expression] in English, too." I was busy ignoring her completely and getting a book from my bag, seeing as I'm apparently so lacking in emotion, although frankly, I was very, very, very pissed off. How dare she say that at all, let alone in front of the entire class? I hate this total...war against people who aren't the most extroverted and out-there people in the world. I hate it. It's everywhere! How many times a day am I asked to talk more? I can't even begin to count. Asked to be something I'm not. Ridiculed for being who I am. Humiliated and embarrassed and occasionally rather isolated for something that basically is beyond my control. Great. thank you, spanish teacher airhead snobby stuck up bitch.
Gym memories are flooding back from 8th grade. today we played matball. My entire class hates me because I do nothing, and I guess in some ways they're being very reasonable for hating me, but also people aren't necessarily hated by their peers for doing nothing in other classes, are they? I guess that's my educational Achilles Heel. I learn way better by doing stuff largely on my own. By the way, I also hate being told to run around the gym( technichally we didn't have to run but of course that rule evaporates the moment the game starts and it's not like the teachers care), kick a ball badly, be shouted at, laughed at, and stand, nothing short of terrified, hoping the ball doesn't go anywhere near you. "this game is supposed to be fun for everyone". Yeah, well why the fuck don't you try to achieve that?
Before the game started, my teacher was like "now, since this game is fun for everyone, if someone looks like they'd be okay with having a ball thrown at them, then you can do that. If they don't, then don't. For example, I don't think she would like to have the ball thrown at her because she's not the most interactive of people, so respect that."
Bet you can't guess whose shoulders her hands were on, who these embarrassing words were aimed at.
Sigh.
I had the big dreaded math test today for triangles I don't understand. Good thing is, no orthocenters or proofs. some stuff was a bit confusing and there were a few things I totally didn't get, but I did get at least one bonus right(with a circle, hahahaha), and apparently everyone struggled. Also I'm an a in that class so whatever.
Today I took a partner test which confused me and reviewed. Sorry to bring up a sort of recurring theme to this post, but my teacher was asking me about something and she was like "you know, I think this is the first time we've had a long enough conversation for me to work out you have an accent." She laughs. "You don't talk much".
you know you've had a bad day when this doesn't even enter your top five of worst moments.
Tomorrow will not go well but I'm an A- in science so it shouldn't be, like, horrendous or anything. or it could. actually, no, it will. Please no more energy stuff, Mrs. Teacher, that's killing me. wow I'm actually quite scared now. And how do i study for that? I've no idea!
PSMOTP;
Tthere's no...war or bomb shit in Crete, is there?" - Jez
Countdown; 22 Days.
I can't wait. Mark, Jez, Superhans, and I guess technically Jesse and Sam, you rock. blogspot won't let me post that annoying heart emoticon, but I promise you that is so appropriate here.
I can't stop listening to Robyn or eating Pringles. Weekend soon. I'm happy and slightly neurotic, or I wish I was.
I need to study. Bye Bye.
But you can only do so much, you know? I either know it or I don't. Yeah. Or, I've yet to come to terms with the fact that ten percent of my science grade depends on whatever happens tomorrow morning. Good lord.
the good thing is how this is all panning out for NaNoWriMo. Day off Tuesday, day off next Thursday, Thanksgiving, not too much homework, et cetera. It works out very well to write so many words each day which, if you're wondering, is going swimmingly. Way better than last year's at this stage although admittedly that was nothing short of horrendous from the get go. I'm better now with the idea that's it about just getting the words down, not making them sound terribly good.
On my day off I got orange gloves that I will most likely never wear for I've nothing to wear them with, which is a shame because they're just so incredibly lovely. and a sweatshirt. Frankly I feel I need more clothes but I dunno what clothes I want at the moment. *shrugs* I probably look stupid most of the time but I don't really wanna wear a lot of the stuff that's in Forever 21. I don't know how people actually pull of the stuff in there. And by pull off, I mean like normal. this is New England, not Paris. People here actually manage to make hipster clothes look untrendy, which is obviously I skill I will never master. Not that I know a whole ton about clothes beyond, like, Style Rookie and "oh, that's a nice color of t-shirt".
I have too many t-shirts. too many unisex t-shirts. they don't fit or work for me but oh they're so comfy, especially when I have to get dressed at like quarter past six every morning and I'm like "screw looking halfway decent". I can do that when I wake up on nine every saturday. Well, sort of. to the best of my ability I can.
I had a Spanish quiz yesterday which was easy and today i had to present a Spanish skit. I'm growing to hate this teacher, hate this language, et cetera. If I could turn back time, first thing I'd do is make myself take German instead. cause German is so cool. and also in the skit today we were doing a scene at a restaurant. I'm the customer who is a total bitch and has more lines than anyone else. One of my lines is 'Que Asco!" or "how gross" which by the way I wouldn't say in real life ever because A.) the word gross is, well, gross B.) I would end up nearly suicidal for all the mocking because of my accent and C.) Seriously, who actually complains about their food at a restaurant? No one! If you don't wanna eat it you don't technically have to. you don' have to tip either. No one actually complains to the waiter that their food tastes bad. my Spanish teacher had a go at me for not being expressive enough, so she's like "okay, say it in English". So, I do, as humiliating and aggravating as it was. and she laughs because I was expressionless, she thought, although a better term was "angry and anxious and terrified". I say the line in front of the class as best I can--I'm not an actor in any language, okay?--and she laughs. and then she says to the class after the skit "we quizzed naomi on it before, and she says it like that[lacking in expression] in English, too." I was busy ignoring her completely and getting a book from my bag, seeing as I'm apparently so lacking in emotion, although frankly, I was very, very, very pissed off. How dare she say that at all, let alone in front of the entire class? I hate this total...war against people who aren't the most extroverted and out-there people in the world. I hate it. It's everywhere! How many times a day am I asked to talk more? I can't even begin to count. Asked to be something I'm not. Ridiculed for being who I am. Humiliated and embarrassed and occasionally rather isolated for something that basically is beyond my control. Great. thank you, spanish teacher airhead snobby stuck up bitch.
Gym memories are flooding back from 8th grade. today we played matball. My entire class hates me because I do nothing, and I guess in some ways they're being very reasonable for hating me, but also people aren't necessarily hated by their peers for doing nothing in other classes, are they? I guess that's my educational Achilles Heel. I learn way better by doing stuff largely on my own. By the way, I also hate being told to run around the gym( technichally we didn't have to run but of course that rule evaporates the moment the game starts and it's not like the teachers care), kick a ball badly, be shouted at, laughed at, and stand, nothing short of terrified, hoping the ball doesn't go anywhere near you. "this game is supposed to be fun for everyone". Yeah, well why the fuck don't you try to achieve that?
Before the game started, my teacher was like "now, since this game is fun for everyone, if someone looks like they'd be okay with having a ball thrown at them, then you can do that. If they don't, then don't. For example, I don't think she would like to have the ball thrown at her because she's not the most interactive of people, so respect that."
Bet you can't guess whose shoulders her hands were on, who these embarrassing words were aimed at.
Sigh.
I had the big dreaded math test today for triangles I don't understand. Good thing is, no orthocenters or proofs. some stuff was a bit confusing and there were a few things I totally didn't get, but I did get at least one bonus right(with a circle, hahahaha), and apparently everyone struggled. Also I'm an a in that class so whatever.
Today I took a partner test which confused me and reviewed. Sorry to bring up a sort of recurring theme to this post, but my teacher was asking me about something and she was like "you know, I think this is the first time we've had a long enough conversation for me to work out you have an accent." She laughs. "You don't talk much".
you know you've had a bad day when this doesn't even enter your top five of worst moments.
Tomorrow will not go well but I'm an A- in science so it shouldn't be, like, horrendous or anything. or it could. actually, no, it will. Please no more energy stuff, Mrs. Teacher, that's killing me. wow I'm actually quite scared now. And how do i study for that? I've no idea!
PSMOTP;
Tthere's no...war or bomb shit in Crete, is there?" - Jez
Countdown; 22 Days.
I can't wait. Mark, Jez, Superhans, and I guess technically Jesse and Sam, you rock. blogspot won't let me post that annoying heart emoticon, but I promise you that is so appropriate here.
I can't stop listening to Robyn or eating Pringles. Weekend soon. I'm happy and slightly neurotic, or I wish I was.
I need to study. Bye Bye.
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
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
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