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.

School Bothers a Petty Dork

I've gone back to school. At first it was not fine but then it gradually started getting better.
It's still not fabulous (which is a word I say now because I am Sharpay Evans?). I'd still prefer the aimless, content free-will of summer to the "I would rather lick a goat than stay here any longer but I can't just leave, can I?" structure of school.
Admittedly, some parts of school are are nice. But those parts are just the luck of my schedule, or me deluding myself into thinking school's okay so I don't explode from disdain.
After ensconcing myself into a summer-bubble of watching movies until four in the morning and spending time only with the friends I want to spend time with and forgetting that yes, I am socially awkward and no, not everyone in the world actually cares about fonts, coming back to school is a rude awakening.
A two-burst rude awakening.

1. We had to do a project that was all about us. (Because I'm not in high school or anything-- I'm six flipping years old.) This project was basically a bunch of basic questions (What is your favorite subject in school? What is your favorite snack?) that we had to answer on a poster.
One of the questions was What is your favorite band?
There was an athletic, generally popular girl who presented. We reached the music portion of her presentation.
"Um, well, I don't listen to a lot of music but I guess I like Nickelback."
I know my eyes bugged. I think my jaw might have even lowered a few centimeters.
Nickelback is one of the worst bands in the entire world. I have tried to listen to Nickelback objectively, but I seriously cannot force myself to like it. I have never met a single person in my life who said they liked Nickelback--who even said they guessed they liked Nickelback--and I didn't think I ever would.
Some things that are simply unacceptable not okay what are you doing stop stop STOP in my mind may not set off any alarms in anyone else's brain. See what I learn in school?
(But seriously. Nickelback? All of the bands in all of the world and you "guess you like Nickelback"?)

2. I like to type things, and fonts are one of my many geeky joys. I am very particular about the style of font I use with respect to the subject of the document, and I judge people based on the kind of font they use. (Also, I have an unfulfilled life and my one true friend is a sock puppet named Joe Bob.)
Now.
Teachers.
Is it okay to use Papyrus, Comic Sans, or Impact in the year 2011?
NO.
Is it bad that my AP Euro class combines the nauseating glory of all of these fonts in one fabulously horrendous homework packet?
You betcha.
Why is it okay? Who likes looking at these fonts? They're incredibly displeasing.

These two facts were incredibly important in my mind--everyone hates Nickelback and Comic Sans--but apparently not everyone knows this.

To summarize: I'm back to school and angsty about little things already. It's going to be a long, long school year.

Quote for Thursday, September 1, 2011:

I feel akin to the Platypus. An orphan in a family. A swimmer, a recluse. Part bird, part fish, part lizard.

--Trevor Dunn

At Home By Myself

for the first time in a long time.

It's storming outside. I'm listening to Rosianna's videos, because her voice is like the auditory equivalent of liquid sapphire, and she's so smart it makes me feel like I'm someone smart, too.

I'm looking for my copy of Frankenstein, because I need to find it for school tomorrow.

School tomorrow.

School tomorrow.

My locker combination is written on my hand. My room's a mess of loose leaf and pens and back to school clothes, all of which shall have to be utilized tomorrow.

This can't be happening now.

(Lack of Title Skillz)

Apparently staring at an inbox devoid of Pottermore emails does not make them show up any faster.

Also, asking Pottermore why it doesn't love you makes you socially abnormal.

These are things I learned today.

It's utterly gorgeous outside, and I am looking wistfully into the last vestiges of summer because my school starts up on Wednesday morning.

This was a good summer, really. It treated me well, and I am not ready for it to be over. My coping mechanism, as school inches closer, is insane denial and not packing up my school stuff because I believe that will fix something. Like maybe school won't start until I'm fully prepared.

That is a crazy idea, but one that I wish would come true.

This is another thing I learned today.

Some of the media I've absorbed recently:
--The Murder of Bindy Mackenzie by Jaclyn Moriarty. It is 400-some pages long and I finished it the day I got it. It is really super good and I plan on reading everything Jaclyn Moriarty has written ever.
--K cajoled me into seeing Rise of the Planet of the Apes with him and my dad yesterday, and... and....
Um.
It was honestly the most horrifying thing I've ever seen in my life.
Not horrifyingly bad, mind you, it was actually fantastic and well-made and I liked watching it, but the way the story ran was terrifying, with the apes taking over and the Golden Gate Bridge and the ALZ-113...
I suggest you watch it, but I think I am done with the Planet of the Apes movies after that one. Oh.
--Primary Faction, which is the prequel to a television-show-hopeful called Chronicles of Syntax. I first read about it here, where it is explained thoroughly. There are twelve episodes of Primary Faction, and the first one is up here, in playlist form. I tried listening to it without bias (the bias being the fact that Liam Dryden is in it and is to be a main character), and it is excellent. I hope it does get picked up as a TV show, and that I can find a way to watch this show from America.
--Sketches from Catherine Tate (a former companion on Doctor Who), which are hilarious, like this one.

Quote for Sunday, August 21, 2011:

"A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment."

-Mr. Darcy

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Pride_and_Prejudice)

Muse for Today:

Should people be allowed to choose the way they die?