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.

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?

Gods Above

It's finals week.

I hate finals.

But it's my last week of school before summer vacation. (tries to work self up to excitement and fails, because finals suck too much)

I feel kind of guilty about even writing anything, because it is tangible proof that I am not trying to study, but there you have it. I am not going to study until the night before.

Anyway. This link is really cool.

I knew some of them, though. Like

• aglet (thank you, Phineas and Ferb)
• arms akimbo (thank you, Outcasts of 19 Schuyler Place. Even though you never taught me how to spell 'Schuyler', you managed to teach me something)
• petrichor (thank you, Doctor Who)
• Brannock device (thank you, shoe shopping)
• ferrule (thank you, school)

Tum ti tum ti tum.

Yuck.

If anyone ever offers you Trigonometry, just say no. It's okay to say no to Trig, kids.

I'm not making coherent sense. You know why? Because of Trig, and because of this project that my group and I left until the last minute in Spanish. Even though it was entirely our fault, I will blame it on my Spanish teacher, because that makes me feel better about my stupidity.

That's all. I'm going to go pretend to study. I'm sorry about my uninteresting post. Also, B (my cousin) went back to school today. Sucks to be B, but good luck to her anyway.

*fades away into nothing using bad special effect*

Days until finals start: 1 day, depending on how you look at it.

Days until finals end: 4 days.

Finals I feel like I have to study for: 3.

Heavy Heaviness is Heavy

I should really just make "Things I Don't Like" a thing (is it already a thing? What constitutes something being a thing?) because the main reasons that I got on Blogger were because of TWO things I don't like:

1. School
2. Adults--specifically, adults who talk about you when YOU'RE RIGHT BLOODY THERE. Thank you, Mother, but I have a rudimentary enough understanding of Hindi to know that you're talking about me. Honestly. Exactly how stupid am I supposed to be?

I have heavy things on my mind, not in the literal sense (heh) but yesterday was weird and dense enough, and now that I seem to be out of my rut of bad blogging (although, depending on your opinion, I might have always been a bad blogger and my rut might just be permanent), let's talk about lighter things.

Like the future.

Because that's not heavy at all.

When you're me, that is pretty heavy (why have I used the word 'heavy' so many times? Am I from the eighties? What is going on?), especially when you've no blooming idea what you want to be. See, I have a vague idea, but the...practicality...is not entirely there. I don't much want to think about what I'm going to be, because I am trying to get through my life now, and that seems hard enough. Sometimes now is enough to deal with.

But things that are not so heavy (since I am going with that word now) or actually may be heavy but pique my interest:

• People who make drawings for me, especially when they surpass what little skill I possess
• People who defy my expectations
• The Dexter Morgan Series. I looked on Wikipedia, and the last book in the series (Dexter is Delicious) has influences of cannibalism. CANNIBALISM? Dear Jeff Lindsay, Dexter's ALREADY a supernatural crazy serial killer! HOW MUCH FURTHER DO YOU NEED TO GO? Even though I am now scared to proceed any further with this series, and I am myself a vegetarian, I am wondering how an author even begins to work something as tabooed and unconventional as cannibalism into a book. *shudders* Looks like I'll continue these. *gingerly picks up Darkly Dreaming Dexter*
• That 'How Stuff Works' has a page on sarcasm, and it's not sarcastic. It's genuine, and pretty interesting.
• All-American Rejects. It's funny how I can listen to 'Move Along' after four years of running to it and still like the song. Also, in the Performance Version of 'Gives You Hell' (I like it better than the Narrative Version), Tyson looks crazy and/or drunk, and either he can't dance/he is Jack Sparrow/he was drunk. Hmm?
• S'mores. I'm having some over AN ACTUAL FIREPIT later tonight, and that will be the first time I've ever done that!
• Charlie McDonnell. Still amazing. I've been watching his vlogs for almost a year!
• David Tennant, because he is still the best Doctor in the entire world, even though some people *coughs at someone who is not reading this* think Matt Smith is better.

Quote for Saturday, May 28, 2011:

"Good evening. Tonight on 'Is There' we examine the question, 'Is there a life after death?' And here to discuss it are three dead people."

-(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Monty_Python%27s_Flying_Circus#E._Henry_

Thripshaw.27s_Disease_.5B3.10.5D)

Muse for a Day:

"How about 'Hello, sweetie!'? You should put that as your quote."

"No, that's dumb. I hate River Song, and I hate everything she says, and I hate that quote. And not everyone will understand it, anyway."

"But it's good! Please!"

"Shut up. You get your own blog, and then you can have a Quote of the Day, and you can put that rubbish quote. And even then, you would have gotten the idea from me."

"I'll get a blog. But I won't have a Quote of the Day! I'll have a Quote of the Week! I might even have a Quote...of All Quotes!"

*long pause*

"What are you even saying? Idiot."

"Even then, Marshmallow People will still come first."

"Idiot."

Things I Do When I'm Tired

So yesterday, which was Friday (the 13th! AAAAAH) I was exhausted. This year has reminded me exactly how much I hate school. Also, it was just too bloody hot outside this whole week. It was my birthday on Wednesday! It was nice. But I would rather I hadn't gone to school at all this whole week, because I hate people and my school and being in school when it's hot.

I like that school is preparing me for later life, but apart from my World Studies class, I feel like I learn more from random Google searches about topics I'm actually interested in. I hate Trig, I learn nothing, basically at this point I am simply trying to keep out of summer school. Why do I have to learn something that is both useless for any sort of practical use and involves a lot of work that I am unwilling to undertake? WHAT IS THE POINT? Sometimes I just can't take it. I am so tired of 'learning' stuff I don't want to learn. AAARGH.

So I was tired. Clearly. And what did I do when I was tired? I ate an entire bag of pretzels and watched two and a quarter movies in a row. I saw Nowhere Boy and Flipped and part of The King's Speech, but despite my love for Helena Bonham Carter, by that time I started that film the time was almost midnight and I was part-zombie.

Nowhere Boy, if you don't know, is a film about John Lennon and the most important women of his childhood- his Aunt Mimi and his mother Julia. I was watching it partially for Thomas Brodie Sangster, who plays Paul McCartney (Thomas Sangster and Paul McCartney in one? Excellence) and because I like the Beatles.

I forgot, though, that this isn't a movie about the Beatles- it's about John. So the film cut off right before they left for Hamburg, when they really started becoming a bigger sensation, and I didn't get all the music I so unwisely anticipated. I'm glad they didn't put anything after Hamburg in there, though. It would have lost the focus of the film. What made me quite like this movie was the mannerisms of the actors. John's evil, shaming sarcasm, the defiant way he holds his mouth, and the way Paul looks up through his eyelashes while he played guitar all reminded me of the old footage of the actual Beatles. They actors didn't really look a lot like them- they were like them.

Flipped was a lovely book. I liked that book a whole lot, and what was nice about the movie is that they took some of the diologue straight from the book. And they did the film in voiceover, telling the same story from both Bryce and Juli's perspectives. All they left out was a bit of character development, but the characters didn't look like I pictured them. I felt it was a good move to place the movie in the sixties, though. That sweet story might not have survived in the era of texting and Facebook. But it was worthwhile.

I haven't yet finished The King's Speech, but I reached the part where he swears dozens of the time, and I just thought it was funny. He's a prince, and he's trying so hard to keep his dignity with this commoner, and he just goes off. It's fairly hilarious.

Also, weird weirdness is weird: Just last week, one of my oldest friends (meaning I've known her for a long time. She's only a month older than me, so not agewise oldest) was reading Gone with the Wind. And then she asked me about Catcher in the Rye. I wrote about both of those in the space of a month. Coincidence? I don't even tell anyone I keep a blog.

Quote for Saturday, May 14, 2011:

Is nowhere full of geniuses, sir? Because then I probably do belong there.

-Nowhere Boy (2010)

(http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1266029/quotes)

Muse for Today:

I didn't always hate school.

As you may be able to see,

I am alive. I actually did not dance because fate was kind to me (for once)! I hurt my knee tripping in the hallway right before the skit and the skit had to go on without my mad dancing skills. Oh, wait, sorry. Skillz.
It is really really hot outside. Well, it's hot for where I live, anyway (I'm sure my cousins would have something to say to me if I complained about how hot it was), especially considering it's May. Last May we were wearing coats and full-sleeves until the end. Now we are melting and unwilling to move.
Thankfully, my room is in the basement, which is the coldest place in the house in the summer. Unthankfully, everyone wants to move there now.
School is ending in four days, and I have a list of things that I would like to do over the summer. Most of them are watching certain movies and reading certain books. There are also a few things that I would like to bake this summer, like Blondies (a vanilla brownie). I've had them once, and they were delicious!
There is a thing that I was discussing on the phone today with my cousin Questa, who, if you have not guessed by now, is the same person as J. I will give up J and just say Questa.
So I was talking to Questa about Twitter. Ah, Twitter. You suck.
Nobody cares what you are eating right now, unless you happen to be Taylor Swift, in which case K is very interested. Anyway, I am assuming most of us are not Taylor Swift. Or K. So we don't really care about when you go to the bathroom! Do not share it with us!
So we were thinking about a guy who tweeted the stupidest stuff, like:
I am not going to tweet anymore. *post*
I am going outside, and I'm not tweeting while I'm there. *post*
I'm outside, and guess who's not TWEETING! *post*
I'm deleting my Twitter account, yo. *post*
I'm so sick and tired of Twitter! I don't even tweet that often! *post*
Here I am, about to delete my Twitter account! *post*
You won't hear from me anymore! Not like you heard me a lot anyway! Good-bye! *post*
Hovering over the delete button... *post*
There. I deleted it. SUCKS TO YOU. *post*
I can't tweet anymore. I hated Twitter anyway. *post*
And etc.
We went on like this for a half-hour. What if someone made a Twitter account like that? Would anyone actually read it?

Quote for Sunday, May 23, 2010:

A hat should be taken off when you greet a lady and for the rest of your life. Nothing looks more stupid than a hat.

-P.J. O'Rourke

and

A man is nothing without his hat.

-Buzz Lightyear, Toy Story 2 (1999)

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

Muse for Today:

How much cake can I eat in one sitting without exploding?

Will I ever find out?

Why do I care?

All Hallow's Eve...Eve

I am back to (hopefully) give you a decent post that you will enjoy reading.

If you don't, well, I don't honestly mind, just as long as you don't lower my self-esteem by telling me so.

I have many things slotted for today- my opinions of stuff, mostly. Fan fictions, certain (cough cough) Disney celebrities I HATE, the fact that Halloween is just one day away and I am almost jumping from excitement. Hooray!

Then there is the stupid, idiotic stupidity of a dance. A dance has to ruin my day.

I've said before that I hate school dances. Proms, homecoming, socials, anything. I do, I REALLY do. They're pointless and superficial. So I refuse to go to any.

I have nothing against people who enjoy dances (what difference would it make whether I did or not, really?). No, I have things against the times when people look at me as though I'm a few marbles short when I tell them so.

Friend: Are you going to the dance today?

Me: (VERY matter-of factly) No, I hate dances. Why would I go?

Everyone in that section of the room drops their stuff and looks- stares, actually- at me.

Egads.

This stretches farther than a dance. People are all different. Everyone likes different things, and I don't think that you should have an exaggerated reaction to my opinion just because I'm not going to do something that many other people are.

I'm overreacting, I know. But this has bugged me for years.

Moving on.

Tomorrow is Halloween. The one day where Stranger Danger doesn't apply- you can take candy from strangers.

That is, of course, with proper supervision. And cool costumes.

• To the stray high schooler: PLEASE be more creative with your costumes! Wearing a mask or devil horns or anything that did not take considerable effort and planning SHALL NOT be condoned! If you don't wear a costume, you are cruel. You are stealing candy from the people who deserve it. Like me.
• There is always at least ONE house with the jumbo-sized chocolate bars. Find it.
• To candy-givers: Don't open the door to any people without costumes. Or, if you have to, give them the linty ones from behind the sofa cushions.
• Never accept linty candy. Throw it back in their faces. Then run.
• Stay safe!
• And be smart, of course. I don't need to tell you that...you're reading my blog, aren't you?

Quote for Friday, October 3o, 2009:

Come not between the dragon and his wrath.

-Lear, Scene I

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

Muses for Today:

Sigmund Freud, Freudian slips, Podcast Friday, and Halloween.

Ranting About School

Why do some people do what they do? I say, but that's general. Some people are just crazy. But:

WHY DID MY TEACHERS BECOME TEACHERS?

They probably didn't realize that they'd get trapped with a lot like us.

I mean, you'd think that after so many years of being in school, you'd rather do anything-anything-but go back there.

Our teachers are great teachers, they all know what they're talking about, they like the subjects they teach, but-

Our grade is just not cool when it comes to 'respect' and 'being quiet' and 'listening' and convoluted stuff like that.

That is all. Carry on.

My GMH for the Day

Today, I was standing in the bus line, clutching my book and waiting for the awful jostle to figure out that people need air to live. And some of these people are claustrophobic in crowds.

There were two boys fighting, and when boys fight it turns into a fist-fight pretty soon, in my experience, so what happens?

One pushes the other, right into this tiny little girl.

They both fall, the boy on top of the girl, and, of course, the guy doesn't even stop to say sorry. It was a bad fall, the girl has tears streaming down her face. I say, "Are you okay?" even though anyone could see she's clearly not. She nods yes.

A group of the boys, who usually shove younger kids across the bus just to get to 'their seats' at the back come up. They make the boy apologize to her and ask her if she's okay. (They also tell him not to swear about this. Yay!)

This is what makes me hate my school. We are a lousy bunch of hypocrites, so capable of acting mean to each other, but that's just it-acting. I suppose we all could be really nice to each other- we just don't try. Or care. Or both. Most likely both.

For any other school, this would be a really small experience, but at my school, it's pretty important. Especially considering how my year behaves the rest of the time.

This was the other part that made me think. Last week, two boys put tape in my hair, and they laughed about it. (Did I mention I hate my school?) One of the boys was the boy who fell. The other made him do the apologizing.

Hmm.

Quote for Tuesday, September 8, 2009:

"We are all hypocrites. It is in our very nature to be so. So much so that even our protestation of hypocrisy is, in itself, patently hypocritical."

-Claire Worthington

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

Muse for Today:

Thalia, Muse for Comedy! Why? I don't know. Today wasn't funny.

I Am Epic Fail

Unanswerable Question for the day: Shoot. I forgot.

I'll come back.

Cash Cab and Ace of Cakes are my two favorite shows. Maybe because they're reality TV...but not? I hate real reality TV. I have tried watching them, oh I really have, but they bore me so much! Cash Cab is nice because it takes place in a taxi cab, plus it's a quiz show, and I'm not sure about Ace of Cakes. Maybe because....because they make cake. What other reason does one need?

Now that I have introduced by talking about television, of all the limely things, I will try and find a topic to speak of.

[awkward silence]

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Oh, discussion topic! At school, my friends and I are making it a point to 'discuss' one topic a day. Today, I brought up the question- is a hallway considered a room? We found out no, it's not, and we agreed the most random state discussion (also brought up by me!) is best.

We should also agree that this discussion is not. I'm going to end it right here.

Quotes for the Second Ever Podcast Friday, September 4, 2009:

One of television’s great contributions is that it brought murder back into the home, where it belongs.

and

Seeing a murder on television can…help work off one’s antagonisms. And if you haven’t any antagonisms, the commercials will give you some.

-Alfred Hitchcock, National Observer 15 Aug. 1966

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

Bonus Quote!:

All of us learn to write in the second grade. Most of us go on to greater things.

-Bobby Knight

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

Muse for Today:

None. As you may have noticed, every muse has abandoned me today. Today, however, will be Erato, Muse of Lyric Poetry, because I like the name. Ooooh. 'Erato.'

Full of Doubt

Sara Crewe. If you have a story with that name, you know it's going to be good. Or at least, I've heard A Little Princess is good, but I insist upon being so contradictory that whenever someone tells me to like something I will hate it out of habit.

I was wondering this morning why I was so much more interesting when I was little. I wondered more, I thought more, I (ahem) talked to myself less. I was a very irritating young 'un, to use Young Hermione terminology, but I was interesting. Now I can't even make decent small talk. I answer in "Yes. No. Maybe. Yeah. Uh-huh. I don't think I am."

I am stimulating, am I not? Yes. I stun even myself.

Today I:

• became a Salt Enthusiast, along with a friend of mine (noun-someone who is very excited about salt)
• discovered my friend's potential job
• held my firm belief of which countries and states are the most random ones (not IGNORED, random)
• discovered an important thing (not my friend's job, something else)
• wowed everyone in Lit
• played speedball in Gym
• and escaped alive

Then I realized that I am always going to believe that my thoughts are interesting. What's so original about my thoughts? How do I know that someone else in East Timor or England or somewhere else isn't having very similar/exactly the same thoughts as me? Maybe someone has a blog, and is typing things like I am saying! Maybe they're Pepper Enthusiasts! How do I know? I can't walk around putting whipped cream (with salt!) in everyone's shoes!

Maybe I should try saying things so outlandish that no one could posssibly have said it. Unless they thought of that too.

This is frustrating.

Quotes for Thursday, September 3, 2009:

We cannot unthink unless we are insane.

-Arthur Koestler

and

Where all men think alike, no one thinks very much.

-Walter Lippmann

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

Muse for Today:

Urania, Muse of Astronomy. I have a current obsession with the sky. Probably from the book Indigo's Star.

Percy Jackson Stuff

Right now I'm reading Tales of The Greek Heroes, by Roger Lancelyn Green, and he is very good. I've read Percy Jackson, too, and familar names pop up, to which I smile (or frown- depending) for names like Hesperides, Minotaur, Procrustes, Hercules, Pan...

There seems to be an excess of beautiful maidens and brave princes and adventuresome heroes in those days, like in King Arthur's days, where you step out of your front door with your coffee and thirteen different adventures land upon your head and clamor for your attention. Too bad things aren't this way now. Really. I haven't had one adventure, ever. I just went outside, too. Approximately cero landed on my head.

Two of my friends at school, a boy that I hate, and I are the only people in the entire year that have read Percy Jackson! It's a bestseller, won the- the Caudill, I think? and is a worldwide phenomenon, and there's one stupid school in the world that spoils it for everyone.

My newer friend wore her 'Camp Half-Blood' homemade shirt today, and we walked around lying to everyone.

Everyone: Camp Half-Blood...what's that?

My Friend or/and Me: It's a summer camp.

Everyone: What do you do there?

My Friend and/or Me: Oh, you know, the usual stuff...archery, rock climbing...it's really fun.

Oh, I love in-jokes! The only problem is what if they read the books?

Additionally, for a little bit of HP, it's Hogwarts's First Day of School! And my cousin's birthday!

Quote for Tuesday, September 1, 2009, My Cousin B's Birthday!:

Birthdays are just nature's way of telling us to eat more cake.

-Anonymous

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

Happy 11th Birthday!

Skip This Post If You're In a Bad Mood

I have overcome my depressed state. Yes, school starts tomorrow, but there's nothing I can do about it. So.

I have always scorned watching pointless videos on YouTube even though I frequently have, but I no longer do, because as I say this as I have an interest in watching a video of someone from MuggleNet eat five Big Macs because of a 'thank you' for a fundraiser. It's disgusting, but interesting. 2500 calories altogether! I have never seen the end, and I hope he doesn't vomit. Yuck.

Jamie: Why are we doing this again?

Andrew: To thank all the people that donated.

Jamie: Well, I could have just written them a card...

My friends troll through YouTube and send me random videos, some of which are completely pointless, like Redheads Protest Wendy's and the song about where the chapstick is, and some which were nice, like The Duck Song.

What a pointless post. I have nothing to say, and my rambling often makes people angry. If I have nothing to say, then I should just not speak!

But that would make people angry too, so I just pick one depending on what day it is.

Quote for Tuesday, August 25, 2009:

Some artists claim praise is irrelevant in measuring the success of art, but I think it's quite relevant. Besides, it makes me feel great.

-Chris Van Allsburg

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

Math Homework and School OR The End of All Life

As I type this, I am doing my math homework. Every sentence means a problem. And yes, they are problems indeed.

School is starting in two days. The day of Doom approaches. There is nothing that could lift my spirits now.

Nerve-Wracking Wednesday and Terrifying Thursday

I hope everyone appreciates the title. You have no idea how long it took me to type that. Sad, isn't it? My mad typing skills? (I have decided from this sentence on I will not backspace anything, just so you can see how bad I am at typing.)
Well, yesterday was, of course, Wednesady (#1) I mean, Wednesday, and I had a recital. Yes, that means I sing solo for the vert (#2) I meam (#3) I MEAN the very first time in front of people. Alone. By myself. In front of people. Yipes.
And, of course, K insisted upon tapig (#4) taping it on the new video camera I won! Yes, I actually won something in a raffle!!! For the first time in my life! YES!
Other people liked how I sang, but I listebed (35 (#5 and #6)) listened to myself on the recording and I sounded awful. I sang the ABBA song "The Winner Takes It All" and it is a lovely song. Just not with my voice. (I don't speak in front of people, I don't talk (#77 (#7 and #8)) sing in front of people voluntarily.) I was shaking. But it's over.
Today was day one of math classes at the high school, and I ws (#9) was scared again, my stomach was in knots, but it was fine. As I have learned from The Penderwicks on Gardam Street, eigthm (#10) eigh (#11) eighth graders are ignored by high schoolers. So that was fine as well. No homework.
I am doon (#12) done with my experimenr (#13) experiment. Thirteen mistakes, for me, is not bad.

Quote for Thursday, August 20, 2009:

Better to be despised for too anxious apprehensions than ruined by too confident a security.
-Edmund Burke

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

Lying

"Have you done your homework, Freedom? I know you have that math test today. You studied, didn't you?"
"Of course! What do you think I am, a liar? You don't need to check up on me all the time, you know!" I said as I frantically looked over the study guide for the first time, stuffing it hurriedly in my bag as my mother came up the stairs.
That happened once, in sixth grade. Naturally, I aced the test, but that's not the point, really. Kind of, but no. (An "A." 97%, people!) There was this study on the Yahoo! homepage, the recent news part, that people lie. A lot and unconsciously. And my mother-and maybe even my brother-will be perfectly happy to let you know that I am no exception.
I found this-the study, not my compulsive lying-very interesting. Especially the part that said humans are programmed to lie. That people lie three times in ten minutes while getting acquainted. What would the world be without lying, do you think? Better, or worse?
On the one hand, there couldn't be any lying, about anything. I suppose that's very good. No lying about anything shady or anything like that. But what if just telling the truth, that thing that is so revered, you could wipe out a whole species of animal? What if you lose a friend because of blunt honesty, you tell a secret that they trusted you with? What if you make a friend because of your honesty?
Enough 'what ifs.' (What if I finally shut up? Yeah, right.)
I guess lying is okay, in moderation. You will have no life whatsoever and will probably end up completely alone in life if you tell either lies or the truth all the time.
But I guess that was obvious. Unless you're a liar.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/time/20090819/hl_time/08599191721500

Quote for Wednesday, August 19, 2009:

Don’t lie, but don’t tell the whole truth.

-Baltasar Gracián, Maxim 181, The Art of Worldly Wisdom (1647)

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

Yuck. It's Seventh Grade.

I was reading the fabulous blog of Libba Bray, the author of A Great and Terrible Beauty, and the most recent post was of something that I hated.
http://libba-bray.livejournal.com/50319.html
YUCK! I hated seventh grade. Hated, hated, hated, with every fiber of my being. Sixth grade was just bad, but seventh grade was sixth grade with a dollop of stress added on top. And poison. And rat's tails. Not cool. It seemed like every single person was growing up exept for me. I don't want to grow up, of course, and I'm trying not to, but it's very depressing when people become bratty idiots who you cannot stand for more then three minutes.
And one commenter said something extremely lovely, not to go to school dances, that's the solution.
Why do they even have school dances? No one even dances. It's just an excuse to waste lots of time and money going and embarassing yourself. I went to two dances in sixth grade and I never will again. It was a scarring experience. And Libba's discription does not make me eager to go to anything else.

Quote for Sunday, August 16, 2009:

Do not take life too seriously; you will never get out of it alive.

-Elbert Hubbard

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

School Shopping

Does anyone else here enjoy back to school shopping? It sends me into a frenzy, of course, because I worry about everything, but if I ever stopped worrying I'm sure I'd love it. It has an evil sense of foreboding, naturally, but I like the smell and the look of it all. The smell of freshly sharpened pencils with their sharp silvery points, pink rubber erasers that you can flip around on your desk, new bookcovers, packs upon packs of fresh, white lined paper that just beg to be written on....

If I sound vaguely dorkish, let me assure you lot- I hate going to school. If we could just shop for school supplies, and everyday I would just stare at it very admiringly and not use/break/smudge/chomp/lose/lend any of it, EVER, that would be fine by me.

Dialouge for Saturday, August 15, 2009:

Artemis: Holly, how did you find me?

Holly: Oh, I saw a huge explosion and wondered: now, who could that be?

-Artemis Fowl: The Time Paradox by Eion Colfer

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