April Vacation! It has arrived at last. I'm tired beyond belief and all I wanna do is read and listen to music all week. Which is totally gonna happen.
So good thing the week ended with this kind of euphoria. That's not to say the week preceding it was bad of course, but you know how teachers are, just piling on test after test. I associate April very strongly with warm weather, shorts-wearing, and landfill indie and yet this week will be more like sweatshirts, false hopes, and Manchester Orchestra. No matter! April is wonderful of course and I have so much to look forward to this week...DOCTOR WHO(gushgushgush), Easter, my birthday the following Monday, seeing friends, etc. Fun stuff, really.
It just occurred to me this afternoon that I will soon by fifteen years old. It's an age I associate with those YA novels where these girl's lives start to fall apart(drugs, boys, all that jazz). 14 is young and naive and being a freshman and all the books are about your first kisses and 15 you get into crystal meth and give up on empathy. that isn't true of course and I don't even know where I've gotten this idea from apart from Ellen Hopkins novels(guilty please, okay?)but that's what I associate 15 with. I like 14, I wanna stay 14, even though a year won't make much difference. But you know what's just plain scary? Sixteen. Doesn't bare thinking about.
According to the student assistant in my world civ class, this is the time of year where freshmen get excited about the idea of not being freshman for much longer. It's an interesting prospect. My world civ teacher says that Sophomore girls are the loudest creatures on the planet. Our classroom is in a corridor of sophomore lockers(and it's the block where people have lunch at various times) so I can say I've heard enough ear-splitting screams to agree with this. Now that's all I can think about being a sophomore. My introvertedness will stick out like a sore thumb even more than it does now, next year, if things follow that route.
I really shouldn't be basing my thoughts here on stereotypes, as I've just done for two paragraphs. Stereotypes cause problems.
Speaking of world civ, I finished my group project about France on Friday with twenty minutes to spare. Out of the seven groups we're the only ones done, so we get the vacation free of homework. I spent the bulk of the week doing a timeline from 1400 to 1750. As a history nerd, I'm sad to admit I wasn't very interested in the sort of significant facts I was working with. Our textbook briefly mentioned the Skeptics and seeing as that kinda stuff is really appealing to the agnostic-atheist secular humanist(feel free to snigger.) part of me, I would've loved to delve more deeply into that. I didn't really have time, though, and they didn't have many big events so I was forced to stick to talking about Louis XIV and going to war with Spain. The whole thing was quite a hassle--I'm insanely particular in projects about getting straight lines and such, I can't just draw and write and cut ad hoc. After that I helped draw a boat and looked over the maps some girls in my group had drawn. They HAD done theirs ad hoc. In maps for history projects, yes, I expect outlines and borders and continents to be a little...geographically incorrect and a few island to be missing. However on theirs, it seems Britain and Ireland had been wiped off the face of the planet. And sorry to be your typical arrogant Brit, but, um, those were kinda important countries in these times sooo...you sorta shoulda put them on the map. So that was worrisome.
I had an environmental test on Thursday. This is always, always, without fail, a cause for mass chaos, panic, mental breakdowns, the works. They are the single hardest tests I've taken my whole life and I studied for hours and hours and hours. It was about cycles of matter and I could not for the life of me get it into my thick skull. I studied with a friend and stayed after for review and I suppose it helped, to some extent. I'm hoping for low 80s, percent-wise, that would suit me nicely. That was the focus of my week, and then we did our first lab. I was with the usual three narcissists who I can't seem to avoid in this class. One girl declared how she'd copied her hypotheses from someone who'd already done the experiment. When--shock!--they turned out to all be accurate, she announced 'I got them all right! I feel so smart!". Someone said "you got help, though" and she replied "It's right there in the handout, actually! They were kinda obvious"...good lord, some people, eh? On our last day we had a sub, who was Welsh and was wearing an English football shirt and kept talking about Muse and Depeche Mode which was quite brilliant, and I just did optional notes with a couple of people. It ended on a high note.
Art was drawing the entire week. I love coloring, I'm not a good drawer but coloring's fun. I didn't get very far, though, so I have to take it home to finish this week.
Health is the usual. We were talking about sexuality, and was extremely overjoyed to see that, when we were doing 'Continuum questions', every single person 100% agreed with gay marriage. very strongly agreed, actually. I love you, Massachusetts kids, don't forget to be liberal 'n' awesome. We talked a lot about discrimination and the like and I continued to be very happy with the attitudes of the people. Our last lesson was less decent. we were talking about sun protection and skin damage, as it SHOULD be warm around this time of year. We went over the usual stuff and then the teacher brought out this machine that can show you the sun damage on your face. Totally optional, of course. We had the alternative of making bracelets that are color-sensitive to sunlight. I chose to read instead, which seamed reasonable enough, right? The machine made the attitude of the lesson(one we all know well) rather different, in some ways. A few people lined up to see their faces reflected in neon colors. I could hear the teacher talking about how some have a lot of damage and some they don't and she would comment on their skin tone because of this. She pressured me, multiple times, to join in. For one thing, I don't particularly want to see my face in any light, let alone something that shows all the skin damage I've probably collected("It's not that bad, really, Naomi!" say a few girls who actually go to school not looking completely dishevelled. hmm). Two, I'm British, we don't see the sunlight for most of the year, so I'm pale. I felt embarassed with all the tan-ish girls in my class and the teacher's comments about their 'natural protection' and then that compared to my teacher pressuring me and my redheaded friend to join in. She had to balls to succumb to this shit--I did not. I know the teacher wanted me to join in because I will have skin damage. But can't she see that if I'm sitting there paler than everyone else with more sun damage than everyone else, how I'M gonna feel? Doesn't she think for one fucking second about how other people think, or feel? Doesn't she see, AT ALL, that she was putting such an emphasis on darker skin? I hope she knows I went out of that room never feeling worse about the color of my skin. I've never felt so fucking tempted to go tanning in my life than after that lesson, all thanks to her. Stupidity barely covers the teacher's attitude that day. I don't wanna go back there.
It was our last week for our student teacher in English. He continued to hate us, of course, didn't tell us his first name and made us watch more of the movie that I'm failing to pay attention to. It was his birthday at the beginning of the week and he was caught-red handed at some cheap restaurant being such a college kid, by one of his students. Spread like wildfire to all the kids in his classes. "I'm never going back there" he told us later in the week, after we continued not to let it go. I had to do a portfolio assessment which involved staying up till 12:30 on Thursday writing three very shitty papers on subjects I didn't care about, and I had a couple of tests on Things Fal Apart and Oedipus the King. The teacher and his inabilty to control us will be missed, now it's back to grammar notes and vocab sentences with our usual teacher, I would imagine.
The new Gaga song is the best, end of. Also I watched Tarzan(don't laugh) the other day and I think I adored it more than I ever did as a child. Such a beautiful movie. And the music, oh the music! If the Lion King didn't exist I reckon it would have been my favorite Disney movie, song-wise. Phil Collins, please can I borrow your brain for like a day? Please? You're like some sort of musical god, you're just so, so good. The music is absolutely astonishing and I will be watching this several more times this week. I'll be having the Disney obsession I never had when it was socially acceptable.
Today I did nothing. Nothing at all. It was a beautiful, beautiful thing. Now I'm off to sleep and have a good week. Night, all.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
you're at the age of not believing and worst of all you doubt yourself
so I am the only person in the world who totally adores Bedknobs and Broomsticks? Yes? I thought that much. Ignoring my synth-rock-trip-hop hipster tendencies, I totally just listened to a Disney compilation CD from start to finish. Remarkable, the ability to know this word for word after not listening to it for some five years or more. my favorite Disney soundtrack was always Brother Bear--then tarzan. Phil Collins you genius you. I wish I was a good musician.
I kinda wanna learn how to play some pieces from soundtracks on piano. Specifically Concerning Hobbits and Victory Celebration from Star Wars. And I wanna learn some Sweeney Todd stuff too. Y'know, Victory Celebration's one of my favorite peices ever, which if nothing else displays my profound ignorance of 'pieces'. The ending scene of Return of the Jedi I find sadder than any other scene in any other movie I've ever seen(strange, seeing as it's, well, a happy scene). LUKE BURNING ANAKIN. I cry at that. I'm bawling for most of Return. the only ever TV show scene I'ce cried at I'm pretty sure is the end of Doctor Who series 2. This speaks for itself, really, doesn't it?
This weekend was the first day it felt like spring. Had to brave the infamous shorts shopping fiasco that rears its ugly head every April. My pasty legs(or rather lack there of, y'know) don't wanna show themselves Monday morning when it's allegedly 'GONNA BE LIKE ABOVE 80'. That part of me does not like spring. The other utterly adores spring. Today, waking up, reading HP, playing badminton with neighbors(so she's like 10. so? I gotta give the 'loss of innocence' angst a break sometimes), went for a walk, et cetera. As far as my weekends go, this goes under the category of 'entertaining and almost productive'. Tomorrow I hope to go downtown and then bury myself under homework and Disney songs.
I have a week till April vacation, which'll be fuuuun. Doctor Who April 23rd, Easter 24th, birthay the 25th. Could that be any more perfect? This year is going by too fast sometimes, it seems. On Monday or Tuesday, I can't remember, V added some more people to the lineup--Chipmunk, the Wanted, Lostprophets, Good Charlotte, Noisettes, Kids in Glass Houses, Dionne Bromfield. Not super excited about any of these but a festival's a festival and a lot of people seem to forget that it's basically a weekend in a field watching live music with your friends, not something for grown adults to lose their heads over on V's FB page. Seems I'll be seeing an emo band this year. Huh. Oh well, I'm up for that if needs be...I actually rather wanna see at least ONE emo band just to...see what it's like. Preferably Good Charlotte but anyone works. Noisettes were fun back in '09 so they'd be good again, and Dionne Bromfield would be fun for a little break, in the little tent I assume.
School runthrough time? Well of course.
Art is still me drawing a prism. I got to coloring by Thursday! That was a good moment. Shame I'm limited to colored pencils. It really hinders what I can do, especially considering all that crazy detailed colored sections the picture has. Mine'll take forever. Luckily I sit at the table with The Art Prodigy who's days behind everyone else, so I won't be entirely alone.
In Health we finished the drug unit. We're onto the sex ed unit. Naturally my details of this are gonna be sparse, though I doubt I'm gonna freak out about this like I did last time the topic came around. (In 7th grade I titled a blog post "I Started Health Today o.O"). Though as far as freask-outs go, things aren't looking terribly reassuring. Our first activity on the matter was in the style of one of those get-to-know-you games teachers like to dish out. Y'know, where you're given a handout with a list of things on like "Has a birthday in April" or "Has travelled to Europe" and you're supposed to go around the room and find someone to sign if they've done the aforementioned thing. This activity is uncomfortable enough without things like "Knows where babies grow" and "is comfortable with their body". Hmmm. It's no fun studying for a male/female anatomy quiz--I had to hide myself in my room, all suspicious like. And we get bonus points for asking dumb questions about sex! Luckily I think she knows I'm gonna be quite silent about the whole matter. Good, good.
Science! Oh science! How I wish I could keep my eyes open to absorb some of your endless information! I got a 98% on a group project and continue to just scrape by passing grades for homework handouts that I don't understand one bit. my science teacher continues to bring in dead animal skins and skulls to pass around the class to an arry of screams and unhappy faces. There's a company that makes fake, plastic animal crap for science teachers. What do you say ayt parties when someone asks for your job when you're the guy who makes that stuff?
In world Civ we've got round to research for our projects about various civiliations/empires/whatnot in the Middle Ages. I was surprised to find out that France wasn't a TERRIBLEY interesting country between the years of 1400 and 1750. It has its fair share of cool stuff, certainly, but most of their events were to do with killing Hugeunots and going to war with Spain which is a little bit...eh. Research hasn't been too much fun. Neither is my group. One of them I sit with at lunch, I rather like actually, I'm with two other girls who seem daunted by the task of drawing a remotely detailed map of Europe, and who like to flirt with random upperclassmen when we're working in the library. I was even a little bit upset with the decent girl, who gave me some completely unworkable dimensions for a timeline. No matter, I will brave it on my own. L'etat, c'est moi.*
In English our student teacher continues to have no control whatsoever over our class. They frequently break into giggles over things and beg and whine to watch some more of The Minority Report--a movie which to be honest is doing nothing for me. I'm pretty sure I failed a test and a quiz because I barely studied, but I got an A on an essay so all is almost well. I was beginning to lose all hope in this guy's teaching abilities until, when some douchebag went on about how a counter(a vocab word) is 'a thing women work behind', he told him he'd take extra points off his quiz if he wrote that as his definition. The douchebag continued 'I thought you'd add points. I thought that'd be bro-ish'. Teacher: 'I'm not a bro'. Student raises an eyebrow. 'Not in that sense' says the teacher. I know the teacher's obligated to do this and I know The Douchebag's whole shtick is basically just getting a rise out of people to avoid writing notes, but...I thought that was cool of the teacher nonetheless.
Music--Metronomy, Biffy clyro, Atari Teenage Riot, jj, James Blake, Those Dancing Days, Eminem, Ellie Goulding, Villagers, Paloma Faith, the aforementioned Disney. I've fallen a bit out of routine with my music these last couple weeks, but I'm trying to catch up again! God music is great. And reading Harry Potter. and being so excited for new Doctor Who episodes you can barely stand it. And browsing obsessively through Comme Des Garcons pictures. And spring. And roaming Tumblr for pictures all afternoon.
Anyway, good night.
*Actually I think that would be a bit insulting to my groups' efforts beyond my own. I'm just the sort of person who thinks throwing quotes from French monarchs makes me sound smart. (it doesn't).
I kinda wanna learn how to play some pieces from soundtracks on piano. Specifically Concerning Hobbits and Victory Celebration from Star Wars. And I wanna learn some Sweeney Todd stuff too. Y'know, Victory Celebration's one of my favorite peices ever, which if nothing else displays my profound ignorance of 'pieces'. The ending scene of Return of the Jedi I find sadder than any other scene in any other movie I've ever seen(strange, seeing as it's, well, a happy scene). LUKE BURNING ANAKIN. I cry at that. I'm bawling for most of Return. the only ever TV show scene I'ce cried at I'm pretty sure is the end of Doctor Who series 2. This speaks for itself, really, doesn't it?
This weekend was the first day it felt like spring. Had to brave the infamous shorts shopping fiasco that rears its ugly head every April. My pasty legs(or rather lack there of, y'know) don't wanna show themselves Monday morning when it's allegedly 'GONNA BE LIKE ABOVE 80'. That part of me does not like spring. The other utterly adores spring. Today, waking up, reading HP, playing badminton with neighbors(so she's like 10. so? I gotta give the 'loss of innocence' angst a break sometimes), went for a walk, et cetera. As far as my weekends go, this goes under the category of 'entertaining and almost productive'. Tomorrow I hope to go downtown and then bury myself under homework and Disney songs.
I have a week till April vacation, which'll be fuuuun. Doctor Who April 23rd, Easter 24th, birthay the 25th. Could that be any more perfect? This year is going by too fast sometimes, it seems. On Monday or Tuesday, I can't remember, V added some more people to the lineup--Chipmunk, the Wanted, Lostprophets, Good Charlotte, Noisettes, Kids in Glass Houses, Dionne Bromfield. Not super excited about any of these but a festival's a festival and a lot of people seem to forget that it's basically a weekend in a field watching live music with your friends, not something for grown adults to lose their heads over on V's FB page. Seems I'll be seeing an emo band this year. Huh. Oh well, I'm up for that if needs be...I actually rather wanna see at least ONE emo band just to...see what it's like. Preferably Good Charlotte but anyone works. Noisettes were fun back in '09 so they'd be good again, and Dionne Bromfield would be fun for a little break, in the little tent I assume.
School runthrough time? Well of course.
Art is still me drawing a prism. I got to coloring by Thursday! That was a good moment. Shame I'm limited to colored pencils. It really hinders what I can do, especially considering all that crazy detailed colored sections the picture has. Mine'll take forever. Luckily I sit at the table with The Art Prodigy who's days behind everyone else, so I won't be entirely alone.
In Health we finished the drug unit. We're onto the sex ed unit. Naturally my details of this are gonna be sparse, though I doubt I'm gonna freak out about this like I did last time the topic came around. (In 7th grade I titled a blog post "I Started Health Today o.O"). Though as far as freask-outs go, things aren't looking terribly reassuring. Our first activity on the matter was in the style of one of those get-to-know-you games teachers like to dish out. Y'know, where you're given a handout with a list of things on like "Has a birthday in April" or "Has travelled to Europe" and you're supposed to go around the room and find someone to sign if they've done the aforementioned thing. This activity is uncomfortable enough without things like "Knows where babies grow" and "is comfortable with their body". Hmmm. It's no fun studying for a male/female anatomy quiz--I had to hide myself in my room, all suspicious like. And we get bonus points for asking dumb questions about sex! Luckily I think she knows I'm gonna be quite silent about the whole matter. Good, good.
Science! Oh science! How I wish I could keep my eyes open to absorb some of your endless information! I got a 98% on a group project and continue to just scrape by passing grades for homework handouts that I don't understand one bit. my science teacher continues to bring in dead animal skins and skulls to pass around the class to an arry of screams and unhappy faces. There's a company that makes fake, plastic animal crap for science teachers. What do you say ayt parties when someone asks for your job when you're the guy who makes that stuff?
In world Civ we've got round to research for our projects about various civiliations/empires/whatnot in the Middle Ages. I was surprised to find out that France wasn't a TERRIBLEY interesting country between the years of 1400 and 1750. It has its fair share of cool stuff, certainly, but most of their events were to do with killing Hugeunots and going to war with Spain which is a little bit...eh. Research hasn't been too much fun. Neither is my group. One of them I sit with at lunch, I rather like actually, I'm with two other girls who seem daunted by the task of drawing a remotely detailed map of Europe, and who like to flirt with random upperclassmen when we're working in the library. I was even a little bit upset with the decent girl, who gave me some completely unworkable dimensions for a timeline. No matter, I will brave it on my own. L'etat, c'est moi.*
In English our student teacher continues to have no control whatsoever over our class. They frequently break into giggles over things and beg and whine to watch some more of The Minority Report--a movie which to be honest is doing nothing for me. I'm pretty sure I failed a test and a quiz because I barely studied, but I got an A on an essay so all is almost well. I was beginning to lose all hope in this guy's teaching abilities until, when some douchebag went on about how a counter(a vocab word) is 'a thing women work behind', he told him he'd take extra points off his quiz if he wrote that as his definition. The douchebag continued 'I thought you'd add points. I thought that'd be bro-ish'. Teacher: 'I'm not a bro'. Student raises an eyebrow. 'Not in that sense' says the teacher. I know the teacher's obligated to do this and I know The Douchebag's whole shtick is basically just getting a rise out of people to avoid writing notes, but...I thought that was cool of the teacher nonetheless.
Music--Metronomy, Biffy clyro, Atari Teenage Riot, jj, James Blake, Those Dancing Days, Eminem, Ellie Goulding, Villagers, Paloma Faith, the aforementioned Disney. I've fallen a bit out of routine with my music these last couple weeks, but I'm trying to catch up again! God music is great. And reading Harry Potter. and being so excited for new Doctor Who episodes you can barely stand it. And browsing obsessively through Comme Des Garcons pictures. And spring. And roaming Tumblr for pictures all afternoon.
Anyway, good night.
*Actually I think that would be a bit insulting to my groups' efforts beyond my own. I'm just the sort of person who thinks throwing quotes from French monarchs makes me sound smart. (it doesn't).
Saturday, April 2, 2011
I am nothing without pretend.
The house is dead silent, which I find disconcerting. my sister spent the night with her friends, and she just got home and now she's gonna be on skype for some hours still. my parents are seeing Gogol Bordello in concert right now. They won't be back for hours. I'm gonna listen to Noah and the Whale and blog.
Fact--I am the least cool person in my family.
It's so sadenning to me, the way I seemingly can only blog on the weekends now...really, it's quite upsetting. Because I love to blog, however banal the things I type tend to be. This year is going by so fast. I can't keep up. Time is slipping away and et cetera and nostalgia and all that. Don't they know these days are golden? Or something? Sigh. Truth is while one part of me is desperate for summer, the other just wants to drag this bleak, cold spring on a little bit further...Do you know how depressing my outlook on life is? Euphoria makes my emotional to the point of sadness. It's odd. I like to feel like I'm a changed person from year to year...It's a constant idea of knowing I'm shallow and misguidaded and unpleasant, but not kmnowing in what way exactly but knowing I will know in the future, and wanting to change who I am, and I hate feeling like I'm the same person I was on September and I hate the idea that I will have very few memories from this year. it's strange. Why can't I live life like a normal person? In the words of Simon Amstell--"and everyone's there, and they're running, and they're getting lost in the moment. And I'm going along with them and thinking 'well, this will make a good memory'".
I'm afraid when I'm let to my own devices and it's dark, I churn out this depressing angsty time-is-inexorably-slipping-away stuff. Maybe that's true for many.
Anyway, to counter this, the usual ramble about life.
This weekend was a productive one for me. Bought new editions of Q and the Word and and the new Cage the Elephant CD. Read Harry Potter, watched Lord of the Rings, avoided homework. Not looking forward to tomorrow--I've a monster of an essay to write, among massive amounts of other homework. And I need to catch up on piano. Groan. I want april vacation now. Two weeks to go. and then freedom and sunshine and listening to the Kooks to my heart's content.
I got a 73 on the science quiz! it a miracle, guys! The average was a 68! yay for scraping just above average! The world is wonderful, but learning about soil and landforms is not. Now we have to learn about water and my science teacher seems to have an endless supply of animals' skins to pass around the class, much to the dislike of many people and to the cry of 'oh god, not another one.' Where is she keeping these things? I have to do a book report. I was in the library late the other day hurridly looking through biology books. Settled on something about mavericks in biology. I don't particularly want to read it. Also we went outside on Thursday and it was surprisingly pleasent outside, though my group, less so. Someone hit a meter stick with all his might against the tree and it broke in two. Told the teacher he stepped on it.
We had a two-hour delay on Friday. Sleep has never been better. It's nice going through a day without the nagging feeling you're gonna pass out at any minute.
Monday and Wednesday in art continued the advanture of 'looking for my passion' in magazines that I don't particularly enjoy reading. I was getting pretty annoyed, as my teacher turned his nose up at every psuedo-artsy photo that caught my attention. I got to drawing a prism by Friday. Yeah, prisms, they're like my favorite thing in the whole entire world, obviously. No disrespect to prisms, mind, they're pretty damn cool, but still. He still doesn't seem impressed. Oh well. I'm not gonna draw a butterfly or a tropic rainforest bird like half the class.
Health, again, was the usual anti-drug runthrough, focus on alcohol this time. We watched a crappy video with English people in it, I was absolutely reeling in my seat. Drugs are bad and blah blah blah blah. Though we did a little game to test our knowledge on Thursday, and the ignorance of some people is unbelievable. these are popular people too! Aren't you supposed to go out on Fridays and get off your heads on illegal substances! It's freaks like me who are supposed to sit at home and watch star wars and think cigarettes are as hardcore as it gets! And yet I'm the one who knows what speedballing is, I know what drug classifacation marijuana is, I know what ecstacy's chemical name is, I know what the hardest form of cocaine is, and yes, I know that Meth is not a form of crack. (seriously to that last one, what the hell?). my god, guys...I know the world isn't ending because of this, but the lack of knowledge here was baffling.
I got a 96% on a world civ project about renaissance people whcih I'm very happy with because it took massive amounts of time to do. This week was basically us going over and over and over about the Crusades to the point where even me, as a history nerd with a focus on religious history, was tempted to fall asleep at times. Then we got assigned projects entitled 'POWER'(capitals needed), where we were divided into small groups and told to research the monarchies of powerful medieval civilizations. I got really lucky. Researcing about France is gonna be a ball! I reckon I got the most interesting one there, but I couldn't say for sure. I got out of Great Britain by the skin of my teeth. My teacher told my I could switch if I wanted to. For one, the freedom he gave me because of my nationality made me feel uncomfortable and alien. And two, I legitimately own half a dozen books on the British monarchy even though from a historical perspective, books simply listing monarchs are pretty dull. The nine-year-old me thought otherwise, it seems. Point being, I really should not be let anywhere near this part of history because I was just get sucked in and end up spending my days memorizing the entire British monarchy and stupid crap like that, and it'd just be bad and a waste of time and I'd get addicted. France sounds fun.
Oh yeah and we're drawing coats of arms, which is a nightmare times ten. I'll be glad to veer away from the European middle ages, actually. my teacher's a fun, decent, open-minded person but I don't like being singled-out when we're talking about the monarchy or government or whatnot. Don't get me wrong, many teachers do this and he's honestly one of the more knowledge on such matters, but it's still a tad frustrating. I know it's unavoidable, yeah. I shouldn't complain, I know.
the student teacher in English is completely inept at keeping the class under control. you know when you're doing grammar and you ask the class for an imperative sentence to use and their response is 'Suck this', that you're doing something wrong. Or when someone throws a calculator across the room. Deadly serious, it's funny but also pathetic. And now we're watching a movie? Wow, critical literary analysis indeed.
DOCTOR WHO. IN THREE WEEKS EXACTLY. OH MY GOD THE WORLD IS WONDERFUL. the new trailer looks wonderful. I'm a huge Whovian, you should know. I actually rather liked last year's series. I did have issues coming to terms with David Tennant being gone but I perservered...and matt smitth turned out to be rather good. as did Karen--I liked Amy. But no one beats Rose. I cannot, cannot get over series two no matter how hard I try. I took my Doctor Who waaaay too seriously in 5th grade. Unlike everyone else, I'm excited for the stuff about River. I never understood everyone's hate towards River...I'd take her over Amy any day, actually. Doctor Who reminds me of spring now, and warmth, and April vacation, and blogging. I loooove Doctor Who and cannot wait for its return.
Gonna go read and watch a movie late at night, hope the snow melts and all. Night.
Fact--I am the least cool person in my family.
It's so sadenning to me, the way I seemingly can only blog on the weekends now...really, it's quite upsetting. Because I love to blog, however banal the things I type tend to be. This year is going by so fast. I can't keep up. Time is slipping away and et cetera and nostalgia and all that. Don't they know these days are golden? Or something? Sigh. Truth is while one part of me is desperate for summer, the other just wants to drag this bleak, cold spring on a little bit further...Do you know how depressing my outlook on life is? Euphoria makes my emotional to the point of sadness. It's odd. I like to feel like I'm a changed person from year to year...It's a constant idea of knowing I'm shallow and misguidaded and unpleasant, but not kmnowing in what way exactly but knowing I will know in the future, and wanting to change who I am, and I hate feeling like I'm the same person I was on September and I hate the idea that I will have very few memories from this year. it's strange. Why can't I live life like a normal person? In the words of Simon Amstell--"and everyone's there, and they're running, and they're getting lost in the moment. And I'm going along with them and thinking 'well, this will make a good memory'".
I'm afraid when I'm let to my own devices and it's dark, I churn out this depressing angsty time-is-inexorably-slipping-away stuff. Maybe that's true for many.
Anyway, to counter this, the usual ramble about life.
This weekend was a productive one for me. Bought new editions of Q and the Word and and the new Cage the Elephant CD. Read Harry Potter, watched Lord of the Rings, avoided homework. Not looking forward to tomorrow--I've a monster of an essay to write, among massive amounts of other homework. And I need to catch up on piano. Groan. I want april vacation now. Two weeks to go. and then freedom and sunshine and listening to the Kooks to my heart's content.
I got a 73 on the science quiz! it a miracle, guys! The average was a 68! yay for scraping just above average! The world is wonderful, but learning about soil and landforms is not. Now we have to learn about water and my science teacher seems to have an endless supply of animals' skins to pass around the class, much to the dislike of many people and to the cry of 'oh god, not another one.' Where is she keeping these things? I have to do a book report. I was in the library late the other day hurridly looking through biology books. Settled on something about mavericks in biology. I don't particularly want to read it. Also we went outside on Thursday and it was surprisingly pleasent outside, though my group, less so. Someone hit a meter stick with all his might against the tree and it broke in two. Told the teacher he stepped on it.
We had a two-hour delay on Friday. Sleep has never been better. It's nice going through a day without the nagging feeling you're gonna pass out at any minute.
Monday and Wednesday in art continued the advanture of 'looking for my passion' in magazines that I don't particularly enjoy reading. I was getting pretty annoyed, as my teacher turned his nose up at every psuedo-artsy photo that caught my attention. I got to drawing a prism by Friday. Yeah, prisms, they're like my favorite thing in the whole entire world, obviously. No disrespect to prisms, mind, they're pretty damn cool, but still. He still doesn't seem impressed. Oh well. I'm not gonna draw a butterfly or a tropic rainforest bird like half the class.
Health, again, was the usual anti-drug runthrough, focus on alcohol this time. We watched a crappy video with English people in it, I was absolutely reeling in my seat. Drugs are bad and blah blah blah blah. Though we did a little game to test our knowledge on Thursday, and the ignorance of some people is unbelievable. these are popular people too! Aren't you supposed to go out on Fridays and get off your heads on illegal substances! It's freaks like me who are supposed to sit at home and watch star wars and think cigarettes are as hardcore as it gets! And yet I'm the one who knows what speedballing is, I know what drug classifacation marijuana is, I know what ecstacy's chemical name is, I know what the hardest form of cocaine is, and yes, I know that Meth is not a form of crack. (seriously to that last one, what the hell?). my god, guys...I know the world isn't ending because of this, but the lack of knowledge here was baffling.
I got a 96% on a world civ project about renaissance people whcih I'm very happy with because it took massive amounts of time to do. This week was basically us going over and over and over about the Crusades to the point where even me, as a history nerd with a focus on religious history, was tempted to fall asleep at times. Then we got assigned projects entitled 'POWER'(capitals needed), where we were divided into small groups and told to research the monarchies of powerful medieval civilizations. I got really lucky. Researcing about France is gonna be a ball! I reckon I got the most interesting one there, but I couldn't say for sure. I got out of Great Britain by the skin of my teeth. My teacher told my I could switch if I wanted to. For one, the freedom he gave me because of my nationality made me feel uncomfortable and alien. And two, I legitimately own half a dozen books on the British monarchy even though from a historical perspective, books simply listing monarchs are pretty dull. The nine-year-old me thought otherwise, it seems. Point being, I really should not be let anywhere near this part of history because I was just get sucked in and end up spending my days memorizing the entire British monarchy and stupid crap like that, and it'd just be bad and a waste of time and I'd get addicted. France sounds fun.
Oh yeah and we're drawing coats of arms, which is a nightmare times ten. I'll be glad to veer away from the European middle ages, actually. my teacher's a fun, decent, open-minded person but I don't like being singled-out when we're talking about the monarchy or government or whatnot. Don't get me wrong, many teachers do this and he's honestly one of the more knowledge on such matters, but it's still a tad frustrating. I know it's unavoidable, yeah. I shouldn't complain, I know.
the student teacher in English is completely inept at keeping the class under control. you know when you're doing grammar and you ask the class for an imperative sentence to use and their response is 'Suck this', that you're doing something wrong. Or when someone throws a calculator across the room. Deadly serious, it's funny but also pathetic. And now we're watching a movie? Wow, critical literary analysis indeed.
DOCTOR WHO. IN THREE WEEKS EXACTLY. OH MY GOD THE WORLD IS WONDERFUL. the new trailer looks wonderful. I'm a huge Whovian, you should know. I actually rather liked last year's series. I did have issues coming to terms with David Tennant being gone but I perservered...and matt smitth turned out to be rather good. as did Karen--I liked Amy. But no one beats Rose. I cannot, cannot get over series two no matter how hard I try. I took my Doctor Who waaaay too seriously in 5th grade. Unlike everyone else, I'm excited for the stuff about River. I never understood everyone's hate towards River...I'd take her over Amy any day, actually. Doctor Who reminds me of spring now, and warmth, and April vacation, and blogging. I loooove Doctor Who and cannot wait for its return.
Gonna go read and watch a movie late at night, hope the snow melts and all. Night.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
even an end has a start
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
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
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
so why has march been so randomly crazy?
There's your usual stuff that needs saying. I have a science quiz on Friday and I don't know any of it. And I'm not allowed to panic to anyone, apparently, because they're all like 'yeah, Naomi, you're gonna do so badly, you're gonna get like a 95'. Sorry for my arrogance there. Flattered as I am, that doesn't help when I KNOW that anything more than a 75% on this would be miraculous.
So I try to study, then I panic, then a study, and so on and so forth. Late nights all around.
So, might as well just do a song post, no?
Turns out, alex turner solo is absolutely gorgeous. though to be honest, I expected nothing less. I'm all the more excited for May--arctic monkeys--and August--V. Why is V still on my mind? 149 days. all I can think about is being packed like sardines in crowds, barbeque smoke, sunshine, and beer being thrown and landing in my hair.
and outside my head, it's not getting warmer, stores don't sell the CDs I want, and my Empire Stikres Back CD skips random parts. sighness.
anyway, er, yeah, night.
So I try to study, then I panic, then a study, and so on and so forth. Late nights all around.
So, might as well just do a song post, no?
Turns out, alex turner solo is absolutely gorgeous. though to be honest, I expected nothing less. I'm all the more excited for May--arctic monkeys--and August--V. Why is V still on my mind? 149 days. all I can think about is being packed like sardines in crowds, barbeque smoke, sunshine, and beer being thrown and landing in my hair.
and outside my head, it's not getting warmer, stores don't sell the CDs I want, and my Empire Stikres Back CD skips random parts. sighness.
anyway, er, yeah, night.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Ewan McGregor
...is my life...
Revenge of the Sith came out just before I hit puberty, I believe. Because of that, when I've watched it again in more recent years, it's been shown to me in a totally new light.(yes, I am talking about Obi Wan, obviously.)(yes, Ewan's gorgeous, isn't he?)(yes, I'm gonna spread this out over another paragraph).
I've been in a Star Wars mood lately. And when I say mood, I mean addiction. obsession. pure that's-all-i-think-about level of devotion for the past week or so. It's funny cause I've loved Star Wars, really adored all the movies, bar maybe Phantom Menace but that has Qui Gon Jinn(lovelovelove) so that makes up for it, since Attack of the Clones came out. although after re-falling in love with them now I realized how little of the dialogue I really understood when I was younger, particularly in I, II, and III. Now that I actually have a general idea of what's going on, and am not completely overwhelmed by all the pseudo political talk, I have realized how fucking fantastic the whole thing is. I really love them. and I'm a reglar now on Fuck Yeah Star Wars. I'm lost among a fandom of aging men and pre-pubscent boys, but it's fine because the fandom's awesome and the movie's are great. GREAT I TELL YOU.
Can I say I've never been like fangirl-batshit-crazy over an actor before? Not even David Tennant, I'm pretty sure(but not certain--that was a while ago), not even Johnny Depp or Elijah Wood or Jared Leto, therefore I fail as a heterosexual girl. But I have a redemming point now. Ewan. McGregor. oh. my. god. have you seen him? in anything? even in magazines? he's...amazing. breathtakingly wonderful in all of the ST movies, and attractive obviously, and really lovely, and he can sing, it's fantastic. I never realized before just how great he is. and all of a sudden I am really an addict, to him, for no reason. search "Ewan McGregor tumblr" and literally you will be glued online for hours upon hours upon yet more hours, or at least I was mid-week, it's sad but unavoidable with someone like him.
(Aren't Scottish accents just the best accents out there? No? I'm writing this on St. Patrick's Day, am I[though I'll publish it the day after]? Ah, the nonconformist I am. Scotland's great.)
Team Ewan McGregor, yes, yes, yes.
HERE ARE MY WEEKEND PLANS
1. Watch I Love you Phillip Morris.(don't judge me)
2. Watch Moulin Rouge
3. Watch Big Fish
4. Watch Trainspotters
5. Watch Angels and Demons
6. Watch The Men Who Stare At Goats
7. Watch Amelia
8. Watch the Ghost Writers
9. Internet
10. Homework
I don't care how bad people may judge the first eight movies to be. I get special treatment because I almost never watch movies, right? Ignorance makes up for my bad taste.
It's gonna be great.
I think my mom'd realise something's up if all these movies randomly appeared on my birthday list, no? Thus it must all be done in secrecy. I must reveal my obsession piece by piece. first, "have you seen Big Fish? Oh yeah, it's a Tim Burton thing...and Tim Burton's good, so we should see that" and then we'll watch it and I'll be like "oh, that's Obi Wan Kenobi, isn't it? oh, his name's Ewan McGregor, you say? Oh I had NO IDEA. he's such a good actor, right? what else has he been in? let's watch more movies". she needn't know how many of my favorite pictures on Tumblr are of him.
Everyone's hatrid twards Rebecca Black is childish and stupid. Most things I've heard about it comment on the silly lyrics(though apparently being told you're a firework or hearing glee sing sing 'L-O-S-E-R I can only be who I are" not a typo--is totally fine) and calling her a "stupid bitch". when I say stupid bitch, I mean really, that's like half the content in some of these infuriated blog/vlogs I've seen. It should go without saying that someone who considers this a crux to their argument--or who thinks they're the first one to comment on Friday, for that matter--isn't really someone worth valuing. Rebecca's actually a bit smart. Se's a teen pop star for the briefest moment, it goes under the same category as hating Justin Bieber(though yes, his songs are better, more production values). It's just so, so juvenile, hating these teenagers who haven't really commited any serious travesty to the music world with what they're doing. The people who, in my opinion, should be widely abhored, are met with love, mainly by the Rebecca Black haters. Namely emo bands and post-grunge bands. ALL OF THEm. GET RID OF THE LOT. BURN THEM AT THE STAKE. MUSICAL BLASHPOMY. although I'd actually be cool keeping the Colour and the Shape, if I'm honest, and MCR do not fall under any of these categories in case you were wondering. I very much want Gerward Way and co alive.
sorry to go all Rolling Stone going-against-the-tide re the Rebecca Black thing but I believe it had to be said. those who hate it, just grow up, for the love of god.
So the remarkable thing is, I haven't been to a concert since early December. Weezer, they were fantastic, but now they're coming thick and fast. apparently Manchester Orchestra are touring with Cage the Elephant and O'Brother. The tickets are so cheap it's almost scandalous, so I'm going--it's May 10t. I LOVE Manchester Orchestra and this has given me the kickstart to buying CtE's most recent record--I'm up for it. it all brings me back to Biffy Clyro/Manchester Orchestra/O'Brother/The Featrures, March 30th 2010. One of the best shows of my life. Was almost in Simon Neil's range of sweat. (again, don't judge me for this.) and I could have talked to James if I had the guts. Alas, I did not. I remember how sad I was listening to I Could Feel A Hot One after they'd gone. sniffle. new album, please. Funny thing is, wEEZER ARE also playing in Boston the same day as Arctic Monkeys. Talk about bad scheduling. Boston's gonna be empty.
So, school.
Main news of the week is our school's probably gonna cut one of the music teachers(and with it most of the music department thing) and everyone's up in arms about it and writing annoying signs and wearing supportive t-shirts. It's positively drenched in sensationalism and I'm just being quiet about it because I disagree with just about everyone else. Here's what bothers me--can we please just learn to be realistic? #1--I don't know the exact numbers of debt my town is in, and neither do any other students, so it's all well and good for us to say 'well, they should cut this, this, and this' when we've NO IDEA what this equates to or what the consequences are for the school. Therefore, to do so is silly #2--yes, they put far too much money into sports. In my ideal world, they'd cut most of the sports. But my ideal world is also free of Aids, rape, and discrimination. And honestly all of those problems are gonna be sorted out before my school cuts some sports, so get over it #3--These people who complain are all in the music department. It's not about the importance of the music department to them, it's the fact that they're in it. If we cut all the visual arts, most of them wouldn't be at all bothered. Selfish? Yes. #4--There are oganizations outside of school that can do this stuff you'll miss, so it's not the end of the world. #5--People are going on about how valuable the teacher they're cutting is as a person. The committee can't back down now, can they, they can't just go 'well, he's popular, we'll cut this other person instead". How unfair is that?! And besides, it's entirely possibly you're cutting someone else's favorite teacer if you're cutting someone else, particular if they're in the arts, as most people would say that's where the bulk of awesome teachers are situated. That is NOT fair. #6--Apparently my disagreement means I don't have an appreciation for the arts, or music. If you know me, you know that's nonsense--I know more about contemporary music than anything else. How arrogant. #7--"well, show choir is our family! some of us can only feel accepted here!". such crap. this isn't Glee, guys. I know people in these clubs, and they're totally normal, average, acceptable people for the most part. they DO feel accepted elsewhere. and fyi, this kinda undermines people who don't feel accepted at all. not in the arts OR in sports. I'm not explicitly talking about myself here because I'm totally fine most of the time, but still, this just isn't true and its unfair to others. #8--academics come first. I'm sorry, but there's no way around that. I hear some of the AP language classes might be cut, and my science teacher today was talking about the frustration in THAT department due to cuts. really, guys, my school is regared nationally as a good public school, and the AP classes are absolutely essential in my mind, far and away above music or arts or anything. #9--'It'll damage the nation as a whole--these people need the INSPIRATION to make music and sing". bullshit. Most mainstream artists who are generally regarded as good did NOT start this way. this is perhaps different for Broadway/Opera/whatever singers, but still. if you like music, you'll like music. if you're good at music, you're good at music. whether you're in a club or not. you'll go far with it, whether you're in a club or not. #10--these guys are all about the data that shows positive correlations between academic achievement and extra curricular activites. fyi, no one's IQ drops randomly cause they stop doing show choir. nor will their determination. I HATE statistics like this because there's so much more going on than just these numbers. for one thing, determined students do well in school AND do loads of outside stuff. therefore, lots of people in extra curriculars = determined kids= good grades. also, schools that can afford this stuff = wealthy schools. it's no secret wealthy schools get good exam results. there is way more going on than this.
While I'm amazed by the determination of these kids(they were gonna write the teachers name in cups in the wires of the tennis court at 6:30 this morning. I was expecting to see the letters sort of peter out half way through--but no, they were thre) I have to dispute their arguments as being unrealistic and juvenile. their first step was arguing at a town meeting, filled with them in matching t-shirts, bawling, and a bunch of guys in suits not taking them seriously. These people are being exceptionally childish in my opinion, and need to learn to face the imperfect situations which our school faces. or at least make an effort to provide some sort of viable alternative, rather than just wave signs at me as my bus drives into school.
I seem to be filled with relentless hatrid of everything and everyone. but hey, it's warm outside.
I took a science quiz on Monday and got a 96% on it. where'd that come from? Third best grade in the class, this is a good day. We've spent the week talking about soil. yeah, soil. It's pretty horrible. And I had to do a presentation. I was told by the girl next to me to speak up. She said this while I was talking anfd my brain was natrally inclined to stop talking to hear her say this, creating an awkward pause in the presentation. That made my presentation worse and it wasn't my fault. Why do people tell me to be louder? Do they think I have a say in this? Do they think I'd choose this if I could? Then she goes and reiterates everything I've said to the entire class. My head was thinking loudly and many scatching words crossed its path. This girl got a 99% on the test. Isn't the combination of intelligence and annoyingness just the worst? Her friend got a 76% so, like, ha.
This week in health was a nightmare, I finished this Time Capsule that had been looming over my head for a couple weeks, and it was awful. I literally couldn't finish the three-page paper. It was 12:30 and I was just like "ugh, forget it, I physically cannot spill out any more bs onto this page". Then I had to find ten things that represent me(Money, phone, ipod camera, thing from paris, thing with my last name on it, V Festival lineup 2011, book, pen, calculator). I presented it to class. I mumbled throughthis, completely petirifed as per usual, and no one could hear what I was saying. your average presentation done by me. These will be the death of me. I quite liked my mom's outlook on this project, which is basically me talking about how much I love heroin and unprotected sex for three pages. Oh I love her.
Today in art, I discovered the girl who sits next to me loves Doctor Who and then I didn't shut up for a while, which is a first in art in that class. And, she loves Graham Norton! Woah, that's actually very amazing indeed. and she's a nerdfighter! She's amazing. Speaking of Doctor Who, new episode out APRIL 23rd! AHH! So exciting! This is especially great because easter is April 24th and my birthday is April 25th. it's gonna be an amazing few days! Also, Ive gone far too long without watching Doctor Who, it's sad.
In World Civ we made castles(we're in high school, aren't we?) for two days and today we watched a documentrary about castles and they went to a medieval place in England I've been to. They do reanactments sometimes. (historical reanactments are wonderful). It's not my favorite history reanactment place though--there's this one in Kent where they give you fake Elizabethan coins and stuff. That place is one of my favorites in the world.
In English our student teacher is teaching is full time. It's not too much fun, though, presenting Aphoridte when Athena was so obviously the superior goddess and then spending all of today talking about verbs. We're reading Things Fall Apart, which is dull, and Oedipus, which I don't have the literary comprehension skills to get my head around, so I'm not sure it's worth trying in the first place.
No good singles came out this week except Patrick Wolf's but Us iTunes doesn't have that for some strange music. Since I've found NO good music this week, all I've done is listen to Tom Smith(Editors)' gorgeously melodramatic baritone bellow through my house, and I lie next to expensive speakers and hear of him ramble about plane crashes and depression and such. That and the perfect synth pop wonderfulness that is La Roux. Their songs work really well together, it's funny how they work worse as singles alone therefore the publicity is worse--not that this has hindered them, of course. I'm still tempted to write 'her' when refering to La Roux, though I've known for ages that this is not the case. Also the Naked and Famous' single of the week is worth checking out. Don't you just love when the song you want to buy just happens to be single of the week? It's only happened to me three times. anyway, Naked and Famous, take Passion Pit and make them better. Took me a while to get into them. (they've been hyped for a about fortnight now, so 'a while' is maybe about six days, since I'm as fickle as all the hipsters), since the first song I heard sounded like bad Radiohead. amazingly they're not like this at all.
This weekend I AM going to find Elbow's new record. I've tried SO HARD not to listen online but I admit, I gave up and listened to Lippy Kids. I love it. you know how, as 'music fans', we're always going on about how bands need to progress their sound from album to album? And I do that, I talk about that. But you know there's a few bands who you physically cannot do that with, because it seems like their music was made for you, even though you know this is betraying your obligations as a music critic? Yes, that me with Elbow. and indeed, everyone else with Elbow. Keep on repeating music, Guy Garvey, and keep writing pretty words. (ps, why do you keep talking so much about birds?)
I apologize for going a week without writing here. My cousin's vsiting sunday and I'm likely doing nothing tomorrow. the past week has been school work and music, as you'd expect.
so, 'night.
Revenge of the Sith came out just before I hit puberty, I believe. Because of that, when I've watched it again in more recent years, it's been shown to me in a totally new light.(yes, I am talking about Obi Wan, obviously.)(yes, Ewan's gorgeous, isn't he?)(yes, I'm gonna spread this out over another paragraph).
I've been in a Star Wars mood lately. And when I say mood, I mean addiction. obsession. pure that's-all-i-think-about level of devotion for the past week or so. It's funny cause I've loved Star Wars, really adored all the movies, bar maybe Phantom Menace but that has Qui Gon Jinn(lovelovelove) so that makes up for it, since Attack of the Clones came out. although after re-falling in love with them now I realized how little of the dialogue I really understood when I was younger, particularly in I, II, and III. Now that I actually have a general idea of what's going on, and am not completely overwhelmed by all the pseudo political talk, I have realized how fucking fantastic the whole thing is. I really love them. and I'm a reglar now on Fuck Yeah Star Wars. I'm lost among a fandom of aging men and pre-pubscent boys, but it's fine because the fandom's awesome and the movie's are great. GREAT I TELL YOU.
Can I say I've never been like fangirl-batshit-crazy over an actor before? Not even David Tennant, I'm pretty sure(but not certain--that was a while ago), not even Johnny Depp or Elijah Wood or Jared Leto, therefore I fail as a heterosexual girl. But I have a redemming point now. Ewan. McGregor. oh. my. god. have you seen him? in anything? even in magazines? he's...amazing. breathtakingly wonderful in all of the ST movies, and attractive obviously, and really lovely, and he can sing, it's fantastic. I never realized before just how great he is. and all of a sudden I am really an addict, to him, for no reason. search "Ewan McGregor tumblr" and literally you will be glued online for hours upon hours upon yet more hours, or at least I was mid-week, it's sad but unavoidable with someone like him.
(Aren't Scottish accents just the best accents out there? No? I'm writing this on St. Patrick's Day, am I[though I'll publish it the day after]? Ah, the nonconformist I am. Scotland's great.)
Team Ewan McGregor, yes, yes, yes.
HERE ARE MY WEEKEND PLANS
1. Watch I Love you Phillip Morris.(don't judge me)
2. Watch Moulin Rouge
3. Watch Big Fish
4. Watch Trainspotters
5. Watch Angels and Demons
6. Watch The Men Who Stare At Goats
7. Watch Amelia
8. Watch the Ghost Writers
9. Internet
10. Homework
I don't care how bad people may judge the first eight movies to be. I get special treatment because I almost never watch movies, right? Ignorance makes up for my bad taste.
It's gonna be great.
I think my mom'd realise something's up if all these movies randomly appeared on my birthday list, no? Thus it must all be done in secrecy. I must reveal my obsession piece by piece. first, "have you seen Big Fish? Oh yeah, it's a Tim Burton thing...and Tim Burton's good, so we should see that" and then we'll watch it and I'll be like "oh, that's Obi Wan Kenobi, isn't it? oh, his name's Ewan McGregor, you say? Oh I had NO IDEA. he's such a good actor, right? what else has he been in? let's watch more movies". she needn't know how many of my favorite pictures on Tumblr are of him.
Everyone's hatrid twards Rebecca Black is childish and stupid. Most things I've heard about it comment on the silly lyrics(though apparently being told you're a firework or hearing glee sing sing 'L-O-S-E-R I can only be who I are" not a typo--is totally fine) and calling her a "stupid bitch". when I say stupid bitch, I mean really, that's like half the content in some of these infuriated blog/vlogs I've seen. It should go without saying that someone who considers this a crux to their argument--or who thinks they're the first one to comment on Friday, for that matter--isn't really someone worth valuing. Rebecca's actually a bit smart. Se's a teen pop star for the briefest moment, it goes under the same category as hating Justin Bieber(though yes, his songs are better, more production values). It's just so, so juvenile, hating these teenagers who haven't really commited any serious travesty to the music world with what they're doing. The people who, in my opinion, should be widely abhored, are met with love, mainly by the Rebecca Black haters. Namely emo bands and post-grunge bands. ALL OF THEm. GET RID OF THE LOT. BURN THEM AT THE STAKE. MUSICAL BLASHPOMY. although I'd actually be cool keeping the Colour and the Shape, if I'm honest, and MCR do not fall under any of these categories in case you were wondering. I very much want Gerward Way and co alive.
sorry to go all Rolling Stone going-against-the-tide re the Rebecca Black thing but I believe it had to be said. those who hate it, just grow up, for the love of god.
So the remarkable thing is, I haven't been to a concert since early December. Weezer, they were fantastic, but now they're coming thick and fast. apparently Manchester Orchestra are touring with Cage the Elephant and O'Brother. The tickets are so cheap it's almost scandalous, so I'm going--it's May 10t. I LOVE Manchester Orchestra and this has given me the kickstart to buying CtE's most recent record--I'm up for it. it all brings me back to Biffy Clyro/Manchester Orchestra/O'Brother/The Featrures, March 30th 2010. One of the best shows of my life. Was almost in Simon Neil's range of sweat. (again, don't judge me for this.) and I could have talked to James if I had the guts. Alas, I did not. I remember how sad I was listening to I Could Feel A Hot One after they'd gone. sniffle. new album, please. Funny thing is, wEEZER ARE also playing in Boston the same day as Arctic Monkeys. Talk about bad scheduling. Boston's gonna be empty.
So, school.
Main news of the week is our school's probably gonna cut one of the music teachers(and with it most of the music department thing) and everyone's up in arms about it and writing annoying signs and wearing supportive t-shirts. It's positively drenched in sensationalism and I'm just being quiet about it because I disagree with just about everyone else. Here's what bothers me--can we please just learn to be realistic? #1--I don't know the exact numbers of debt my town is in, and neither do any other students, so it's all well and good for us to say 'well, they should cut this, this, and this' when we've NO IDEA what this equates to or what the consequences are for the school. Therefore, to do so is silly #2--yes, they put far too much money into sports. In my ideal world, they'd cut most of the sports. But my ideal world is also free of Aids, rape, and discrimination. And honestly all of those problems are gonna be sorted out before my school cuts some sports, so get over it #3--These people who complain are all in the music department. It's not about the importance of the music department to them, it's the fact that they're in it. If we cut all the visual arts, most of them wouldn't be at all bothered. Selfish? Yes. #4--There are oganizations outside of school that can do this stuff you'll miss, so it's not the end of the world. #5--People are going on about how valuable the teacher they're cutting is as a person. The committee can't back down now, can they, they can't just go 'well, he's popular, we'll cut this other person instead". How unfair is that?! And besides, it's entirely possibly you're cutting someone else's favorite teacer if you're cutting someone else, particular if they're in the arts, as most people would say that's where the bulk of awesome teachers are situated. That is NOT fair. #6--Apparently my disagreement means I don't have an appreciation for the arts, or music. If you know me, you know that's nonsense--I know more about contemporary music than anything else. How arrogant. #7--"well, show choir is our family! some of us can only feel accepted here!". such crap. this isn't Glee, guys. I know people in these clubs, and they're totally normal, average, acceptable people for the most part. they DO feel accepted elsewhere. and fyi, this kinda undermines people who don't feel accepted at all. not in the arts OR in sports. I'm not explicitly talking about myself here because I'm totally fine most of the time, but still, this just isn't true and its unfair to others. #8--academics come first. I'm sorry, but there's no way around that. I hear some of the AP language classes might be cut, and my science teacher today was talking about the frustration in THAT department due to cuts. really, guys, my school is regared nationally as a good public school, and the AP classes are absolutely essential in my mind, far and away above music or arts or anything. #9--'It'll damage the nation as a whole--these people need the INSPIRATION to make music and sing". bullshit. Most mainstream artists who are generally regarded as good did NOT start this way. this is perhaps different for Broadway/Opera/whatever singers, but still. if you like music, you'll like music. if you're good at music, you're good at music. whether you're in a club or not. you'll go far with it, whether you're in a club or not. #10--these guys are all about the data that shows positive correlations between academic achievement and extra curricular activites. fyi, no one's IQ drops randomly cause they stop doing show choir. nor will their determination. I HATE statistics like this because there's so much more going on than just these numbers. for one thing, determined students do well in school AND do loads of outside stuff. therefore, lots of people in extra curriculars = determined kids= good grades. also, schools that can afford this stuff = wealthy schools. it's no secret wealthy schools get good exam results. there is way more going on than this.
While I'm amazed by the determination of these kids(they were gonna write the teachers name in cups in the wires of the tennis court at 6:30 this morning. I was expecting to see the letters sort of peter out half way through--but no, they were thre) I have to dispute their arguments as being unrealistic and juvenile. their first step was arguing at a town meeting, filled with them in matching t-shirts, bawling, and a bunch of guys in suits not taking them seriously. These people are being exceptionally childish in my opinion, and need to learn to face the imperfect situations which our school faces. or at least make an effort to provide some sort of viable alternative, rather than just wave signs at me as my bus drives into school.
I seem to be filled with relentless hatrid of everything and everyone. but hey, it's warm outside.
I took a science quiz on Monday and got a 96% on it. where'd that come from? Third best grade in the class, this is a good day. We've spent the week talking about soil. yeah, soil. It's pretty horrible. And I had to do a presentation. I was told by the girl next to me to speak up. She said this while I was talking anfd my brain was natrally inclined to stop talking to hear her say this, creating an awkward pause in the presentation. That made my presentation worse and it wasn't my fault. Why do people tell me to be louder? Do they think I have a say in this? Do they think I'd choose this if I could? Then she goes and reiterates everything I've said to the entire class. My head was thinking loudly and many scatching words crossed its path. This girl got a 99% on the test. Isn't the combination of intelligence and annoyingness just the worst? Her friend got a 76% so, like, ha.
This week in health was a nightmare, I finished this Time Capsule that had been looming over my head for a couple weeks, and it was awful. I literally couldn't finish the three-page paper. It was 12:30 and I was just like "ugh, forget it, I physically cannot spill out any more bs onto this page". Then I had to find ten things that represent me(Money, phone, ipod camera, thing from paris, thing with my last name on it, V Festival lineup 2011, book, pen, calculator). I presented it to class. I mumbled throughthis, completely petirifed as per usual, and no one could hear what I was saying. your average presentation done by me. These will be the death of me. I quite liked my mom's outlook on this project, which is basically me talking about how much I love heroin and unprotected sex for three pages. Oh I love her.
Today in art, I discovered the girl who sits next to me loves Doctor Who and then I didn't shut up for a while, which is a first in art in that class. And, she loves Graham Norton! Woah, that's actually very amazing indeed. and she's a nerdfighter! She's amazing. Speaking of Doctor Who, new episode out APRIL 23rd! AHH! So exciting! This is especially great because easter is April 24th and my birthday is April 25th. it's gonna be an amazing few days! Also, Ive gone far too long without watching Doctor Who, it's sad.
In World Civ we made castles(we're in high school, aren't we?) for two days and today we watched a documentrary about castles and they went to a medieval place in England I've been to. They do reanactments sometimes. (historical reanactments are wonderful). It's not my favorite history reanactment place though--there's this one in Kent where they give you fake Elizabethan coins and stuff. That place is one of my favorites in the world.
In English our student teacher is teaching is full time. It's not too much fun, though, presenting Aphoridte when Athena was so obviously the superior goddess and then spending all of today talking about verbs. We're reading Things Fall Apart, which is dull, and Oedipus, which I don't have the literary comprehension skills to get my head around, so I'm not sure it's worth trying in the first place.
No good singles came out this week except Patrick Wolf's but Us iTunes doesn't have that for some strange music. Since I've found NO good music this week, all I've done is listen to Tom Smith(Editors)' gorgeously melodramatic baritone bellow through my house, and I lie next to expensive speakers and hear of him ramble about plane crashes and depression and such. That and the perfect synth pop wonderfulness that is La Roux. Their songs work really well together, it's funny how they work worse as singles alone therefore the publicity is worse--not that this has hindered them, of course. I'm still tempted to write 'her' when refering to La Roux, though I've known for ages that this is not the case. Also the Naked and Famous' single of the week is worth checking out. Don't you just love when the song you want to buy just happens to be single of the week? It's only happened to me three times. anyway, Naked and Famous, take Passion Pit and make them better. Took me a while to get into them. (they've been hyped for a about fortnight now, so 'a while' is maybe about six days, since I'm as fickle as all the hipsters), since the first song I heard sounded like bad Radiohead. amazingly they're not like this at all.
This weekend I AM going to find Elbow's new record. I've tried SO HARD not to listen online but I admit, I gave up and listened to Lippy Kids. I love it. you know how, as 'music fans', we're always going on about how bands need to progress their sound from album to album? And I do that, I talk about that. But you know there's a few bands who you physically cannot do that with, because it seems like their music was made for you, even though you know this is betraying your obligations as a music critic? Yes, that me with Elbow. and indeed, everyone else with Elbow. Keep on repeating music, Guy Garvey, and keep writing pretty words. (ps, why do you keep talking so much about birds?)
I apologize for going a week without writing here. My cousin's vsiting sunday and I'm likely doing nothing tomorrow. the past week has been school work and music, as you'd expect.
so, 'night.
Friday, March 11, 2011
March 12th.
This guy is awesome. It doesn't get much better than that.
This weekend is going to be hell. I have a science test monday, which covers everything from the beginning of the semester(6 weeks ago) onwards, I have a science project due Monday that I haven't started, and I have a health project due Thursday that I haven't started. Add this to liberal amounts of La Roux and Star Wars and I'm in for a busy weekend.
The science test is going to be a massive disaster, because you know when you get a 99% on a quiz the following test is going to be catastrophically awful, thatt's just the way these things work. I'm going/being forced to go to the library Sunday to study with the girl who sits next to me. I never quite understood this mutual studying thing but hey, every little helps**. The health project is pretty basic--write a three page paper about myself, answer some questions, decorate + fill a paper bag with ten things that summarize me. Needless to say writing three pages all about me will be a walk in the park, sad how I could do that any day. The value statements are just about what makes me happy/sad and where I wanna be in five years time, all that usual Health stuff. (do you know how much bs I'm gonna have to stuff into this project? D'you think I could answer this stuff honestly? pfft, as if. Don't the teachers know that half the stuff we write in All About You projects is completely made up?). The paper bag element is more problematic. What does symbolize me, anyway?
(This week was the week of private school acceptance letters. The madness of this, which I despise and like to rant about at every oppurtunity, makes me feel so fucking Holden Caulfield it makes me sick. That's who I am, isn't it? I'm him. I'm the very stereotype I wish to avoid. I spend so much time going on about how kids are forced to know their career choices before they want to and how we're forced into privaye schools and looking good for collages, that my CV's literally just gonna read "catcher of small children before they fall over a cliff". SIGH.) I don't know why the last paragrapjh led to this, but it did. Private schools aren't even worth that much. If you're smart you're smart, wherever you go, and you'll get into a good college. Public schools suck, but private schools are just expensive, elitist, overrated public schools. I don't see the big deal. The ordeal makes me sad.
The science project is worst of all. My three partners need to keep their egos in check. Yesterday we were planning to meet up in the science room before school. The male person in our group was all too fast to declare that he'd have NO problem WHATSOEVER with showing up before school. So I show up and there are the other towo people. Okay. He never shows up. Is he such a narcissist that he literally thinks he's too good for the person he was yesterday? Is that the extent of his arrogance? Because it's pathetic. The other two girls in my group got to cleaning out their turtle tank which flooded and was then having a sort of lettuce overload, and thenpone of their boyfriends came(who is perfectly boring. I'd never seen him in real life before). Mornings on G days are usually reserved for sitting alone in the health room listening to music that I'm too embarassed to listen to at times when I'm with people who might hear and recognise the song. It's a valuable part of the day. And I lost that because of someone else's overly high self esteem. I was not very happy. And I'm not very happy with writing about glaciers for hours upon hours this weekend.
I really despise homework-heavy weekends. It always feels like I never left school and I have school for a whole fortnight which is awful. I look half-dead right now even though this week wasn't terribly bad.
The snow is melting here really fast. We had an amazing sunset today and I was able to go outside in a sweatshirt to take crappy photos and I wasn't even cold. It was an amazing moment. I cannot wait for spring...I miss wearing shorts even though I shouldn't. and spring music--the Kooks, yeah I'm gonna sink that low. Although Naive is a nice little song in my opinion. But I like Razorlight more. Don't kill me!
I'm not doing Lent but in health I have to give up something for a week. Yeah, like they're really gonna control my life that much. A friend suggested I give up coffee, because I don't drink coffee in the first place. So that's what I'm doing. Health isn't too bad actually, for health, you don't do anything. Health is good because it's not art--any project which is "limited only by your imagination" instantly gets my heart racing. I'm not a creative person. And don't all your artists start telling me that everyone's creative, because that's crap and I know it even if you don't. We're doing op art. I would've thought I could handle this because when I doodle everything's really geometic, I must draw like a hundred triangles every day for no reason to the point of hating triangles. But alas my brain can't even wake up enough for that I so opted for the People Who Aren't Artists choice, which is basically writing my name loads of times and stuff. It's awful, but there we go. I have art three times next week and I really, really don't want to go to school because of it. worst. class. of the day. not joking.
We watched a video about Marco Polo in World Civ for like two days and we didn't even finish it. Crappy movie but lovely timewaster, And Kublai Khan was white in this? Even though every other Asian person was portrayed by an Asian actor? That was really quite strange. Today we started talking about Feudalism--proud to say I don't care and don't know everything about it, though my class expected me to be a master. I wish people would know how much I don't like the royal family. Why do people assume I give my absolte obedience to them? I don't! If you think this then you're just ignorant, and yet this view 'round here is so, so common that it's scary. They don't know anything about the UK. We have real politics and stuff too, guys...it's not all earls and barrons(I don't even know what those are) and such. People in this country seem to be incapable of grasping the completel insignificance of the royal family in the UK. When the stuff about the royal wedding came out, all these womens magazines were gushing over it and I was like "wait, what? who's getting married?". I can give you a pretty good list of the history of the UK's monarchs off the top of my head, but that's my nerdy party trick, that doesn't mean I actually know about the royal family or feudalism or anything like that, god. People think we live in the middle ages, dead serious, and it's pathetic. It's good that my world civ teacher mentioned how the Family are just for ceremonial purposes, but still, some people think we're so backwater. Don't talk to me about your fucking democracy, cause it all comes from English stuff.(which comes from Greek stuff. BUT MY POINT REMAINS.) We're not so oldfashioned. Our political system's fucked up, but any American would tell me in a heartbeat that theirs is too. So just because we were once imperalists and we still have knights, doesn't mean we're behind. it's working okay for us, as it is for Belgium, Denmark, Luzemborg, the Netherlands, Norway, Spain, Sweden, and the other reaosnably developed constitutional monarchies, mkay? we're in the same boat whther you'd admit it or not. And also I don't pledge random allegience to my country.
AND while I'm into this orgy of ignorant anti-Americanism, there's this Facebook group that says "Japan gave us sushi, Germany gave us cars, Americans gave us the light bulb, and England...well, England gave us something to laugh at". Fuck you. Don't you know the rest of the world is laughing at you? And I'm sorry for the many decent Americans(and yes, there are many, many of them out there) for having to deal with these ignorant double digit IQ conservative wankers. Surely, you cannot look at what most people see as your culture, and think you come off well? Fast food, crappy TV, religious maniacs, the jury's still out on abortion, the death sentence is okay, homophobia, racism, sexism, gun-owning, ignorance, sensationalism? And that's totally okay, right? That's not totally laughable? We're far, far from perfect in about a billion ways, but this Brit is not claiming to hate an entire country. Not even this hell hole.
(PS, an Englishman invented the lightswitch. Good luck turning your lightbulb on without it, you dick).
(PPS, whenever Germany comes up in conversation for whatever reason, the word Nazi is fast to follow it. I've heard some seriously erroneous beleifs on Germany and Nazi-occupied Germany, and for some reason people seem to hate the country, and yet now they've decided they're awesome for this FB group.)
(PPPS, speaking of Japan, I saw a blog post the other day with these artsy pictures followed by "My heart is with Japan today". Fuck you too, you used a tragedy as an excuse to post Tumblr pictures to your blog, that's vile. Sad thing is, you're not the only one. I'm not claiming to go rushing out there right now to save everyone, or indeed to be taking any action at all. Call me cruel, but you're exactly the same, only difference being I'm honest about it.)
Where did that all come from? Jesus.
English was a nightmare this week--grammar test Wednesday, vocab test thursday, short story test Friday. what planet does my teacher live on? The first two were stresful but basically okay, whereas yesterday's was not a fun experience. It was pretty predictable, but the essay, oh the essay, was something else. First off, we read a story and we're given six literary devices and asked to explain three of them in relation to the story and it's theme. Dull stuff, but to be expected. But the last part, describe how these devices 'place this story in the short story genre'. Okay, hang on, last time I checked, there are two qualifacations to become a short story. One, you must be a story. Two, you must be short. WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO THAT? It has nothing to do with characterization, duh! God. Now she's gonna give me a C because she rambles on and on about how if we miss out a part of the prompt that the world is literally gonna explode, or something, but what was I supposed to write to that? All the other classes are reading Tale of Two Cities and stuff, ugh.
Oh yeah, my cousin's visiting next weekend. He's moved to Chicago in september. It'll be awkward but I don't see my family much, tiny as we are.
I'm being perfectly boring, but all I wanna do is sleep and watch TV and listen to Yann Tiersen. I apologize. But...goodnight.
**Speaking of that, someone in the cagereria the other day had a plastic Tescos bag. A PLASTIC TESCOS BAG. My mind was blown.
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