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

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."

Snob

My return to school this year has made me into... a snob. Or an anti-snob, which is in and of itself pretty snobby. There are too many snobs. Snob. Now it doesn't sound like a word. Snob snob snob.

It has sapped all of my time- well, not really. Combined with my general laziness and my slight lack of time, I have not blogged in some time. It took a bit of cajoling to win back my sponsor. They pay me tens of theoretical dollars. I can't forgo that money, my sirs and madams.

I am an anti-Abercrombie-&-Fitch snob, which means that if I ever stop wasting my time and start doing something worthwhile, they will NEVER sponsor me. I really hate the brand, even if it is begrudgingly well made, because it symbolizes everything I hate. Most of my childhood hatred can be summarized in Abercrombie & Fitch. It symbolizes vapidity to me, the idea of buying something just so you can have the tiny logo on your shirt pocket, bragging to everybody that you just paid $48 for a t-shirt that's so thin you'll pull holes in it by Week 5. Without the logo, the shirt would be costing a lot less. I hate it. I HATE IT.

I am, in general, a snob. But I am a Harry Potter snob almost more than anything.

I hate it when people only watch the movies and don't read the books (what's the point?), I hate it when people watch one movie and they declare themselves 'a fan' (the fact that you own five Hot Topic shirts with Rupert Grint's face on them is, while admirable, NOT directly related to you being a fan), and worst of all, I hate annoying Harry Potter fans who feel the need to rub their Harry Potter lovin' in everybody's faces. We get it, Irritating-Girl-in-My-Math-Class. You've read the books "forty-two times each! I SO wanna go!"

See if I care. Go on, ask me if I care.

NO.

But worst of all is:

"I can't wait to go! My friend got us tickets and everything! So which movie is it? Five?" (True story, by the way.)

AAARGH. Give ME the tickets!

I am also a clothes snob, but I am the worst kind of all- I am a hypocritical clothes snob. I care more about what other people wear than what I wear. Like K. (Remember K, my brother who I represent with a fake initial?) I care very much about what he wears, which makes him want to walk outside in a pair of shabby clown pants and only one suspender.

I wish I owned suspenders. But two, at least.

Quote for Thursday, November 18, 2010:

It is impossible, in our condition of Society, not to be sometimes a Snob.

-William Makepeace Thackeray

(http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/snob.html)

Muse for Today:

I am so tired that I cannot decide whether 'Thackeray' is an awful last name or a good one, and whether coupling it with 'Makepeace' makes it better or worse.