It's not easy being this stuck-up

At school I have (without considerable effort) concluded that I am one of the smartest students there. Or, if not one of the smartest, one of the least stupid. Which should tell you something about the state of the kids with whom I have the pleasure of going to school.

I don't know what it is, but I'm already very very tired of high school. I'm sick of being unfairly challenged by my sham of a Chemistry teacher on things like thermochemistry and then having to sit in English and pretend to take notes on how to combine sentences. It's boring, it's awful, and if high school is supposed to be the best times of our lives life is doing a bad job. If the best times of our lives is having to listen to people say that "People should do whatever they want" and then stutter their way through a slam on gay marriage because "I don't wanna see that" then maybe I should just drop out of high school right now because I'm fairly certain that that kind of logic is bad for my brain cell count.

The thing that bothers me so much is that there are obviously teenagers who don't need to have long division reexplained to them in precalculus (true story), but those numbers seem limited to me and people I have already decided I liked. That's, like, maybe 50 people in a high school of 1000. So I am starting to lose hope that high school will get any more bearable.

Currently listening to: Julia Nunes' album Settle Down which is good and you should listen to it here.

I left for a while because I grew up (somewhat) and my writing grew up (a very little) and even though I may not have changed a lot, it was difficult to keep writing in a setting where the pretentious idiotic spew of my thirteen-year-old-self can be easily accessed. Like, you can go down the side of this and just click 2009 and read ALL of it if you wanted to, and is that not terrifying? I think it's pretty terrifying. I was the dumbest thirteen-year-old it was possible to be, and now EVERYONE KNOWS IT
I remember thinking I was great when I was thirteen and just starting to figure out what blogging is, and now I'm really exhausted by rereading my relentless cutesiness. Why did I not make myself want to throw up?
I am currently, as I type, reminding myself that I:

1. should not delete the stupid entries from three years ago because as damning as it is it was a period in my life that somehow contributed to the cynical mewling mess I am now
2. have to remember that while I have changed, so has everyone else, and maybe giving this another go (for like the fourth time...) wouldn't be such a bad idea

so here I am, giving it another try, possibly. We'll see how this goes.

Until next time, kids.

Currently watching: RENT, for the third time, because (laugh all you want) musicals are a cure for almost every type of bad humour

Currently reading: Second Helpings by Megan McCafferty, which is the second book in the Jessica Darling series. One of the reasons I like this series is that I can never, never mix up what order the books go in.