My flu has been lifted for the most part.
I swear the school is what is keeping me sick. These past two mornings I've woken up and felt great; the moment I step into the school I'm back to coughing and having a runny nose. Everybody's sick right now and there's no way around it. At school right now, for every ten kids, only one of them is completely healthy. No one can escape the flu epidemic in a community as tightly-knit as ours. As a joke I suggested we shut down the school to sanitize everything. No one of high authority took me seriously.
This weekend I have Honors Choir rehearsal, and then the performance for the Honors Festival will be held at the Stranahan on Sunday. Last night was our first rehearsal. Already I've run into people from other districts I know and am friends with. The one choir director really bothered me, though. He looked like a thirteen-year old trying to look like he's thirty, and he was only about five feet tall. That and whenever he spoke, I'd ask myself if I'd be able to tell the difference between him and a Munchkin from the land of Oz if I ever ran into him on the street.
In other news, it's been 30 years since the infamous blizzard of '78. I obviously wasn't around to know how that went over, but from the media and my parents' stories, I can get a good concept of it.
You know what would be fun? Going to a taping of Conan O'Brien. I'm not sure if I'd do it now, since I support the WGA, but I'm sure that once the strike is over the famed Late Night talkshow host is saying adios to the beard. As odd as it sounds, I'm finding the beard very sexy right now. KEEP IT, CONAN!! Not that he reads this, or anybody for that matter...
That is all.
Thank you and good night.
The occasional sporadic ramblings of a busy yet lazy, obnoxious yet lovable college student.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Ignorance
Thursday was Red Carpet Day.
As I had reported earlier, I thought about dressing up as a striking writer. On Monday night I worked on my picket sign. Wednesday night I was up till 11 looking for my Writer's Digest T-shirt that my dad gave to me. Today I carried around my picket sign and wore the shirt. At some point I will post up the picture here. Much to my surprise, few people understood what I was going for. When I told them I was on strike in support for the WGA, their reaction was mostly, "There's a strike going on?"
Well, duh of course there is a strike! Does nobody notice when their favorite television shows
go into reruns for over two and a half months?! That's because the AMPTP are being complete assholes and won't give the writers what they deserve! Did anybody watch the People's Choice Awards? Of course not, it was pointless! The writer's are the heart of the movies and shows; without them, the rest simply die. That is exactly what is happening to television right now... it's dying.
I've had serious thoughts of becoming a writer when I grow up. But if I'm not receiving pay from Internet sales that I know I deserve some share of the profit from them, then I better pick up a new skill... but I'm not talented enough in anything else. So what do I do now?
In other news, what was supposed to be a fun day today turned out to be the opposite. It seems I have some kind of flu, and I feel horrible. I was supposed to be hanging out with my friends at this awesome conference and then go to the winter homecoming later on tonight with my date. I'm too sick to leave the house, but my friends promised me they'd call me so that I could dance with my date via cell phones. It's kindness like that when I know I have the greatest friends in the world...
That is all.
Thank you and goodnight.
As I had reported earlier, I thought about dressing up as a striking writer. On Monday night I worked on my picket sign. Wednesday night I was up till 11 looking for my Writer's Digest T-shirt that my dad gave to me. Today I carried around my picket sign and wore the shirt. At some point I will post up the picture here. Much to my surprise, few people understood what I was going for. When I told them I was on strike in support for the WGA, their reaction was mostly, "There's a strike going on?"
Well, duh of course there is a strike! Does nobody notice when their favorite television shows
go into reruns for over two and a half months?! That's because the AMPTP are being complete assholes and won't give the writers what they deserve! Did anybody watch the People's Choice Awards? Of course not, it was pointless! The writer's are the heart of the movies and shows; without them, the rest simply die. That is exactly what is happening to television right now... it's dying.
I've had serious thoughts of becoming a writer when I grow up. But if I'm not receiving pay from Internet sales that I know I deserve some share of the profit from them, then I better pick up a new skill... but I'm not talented enough in anything else. So what do I do now?
In other news, what was supposed to be a fun day today turned out to be the opposite. It seems I have some kind of flu, and I feel horrible. I was supposed to be hanging out with my friends at this awesome conference and then go to the winter homecoming later on tonight with my date. I'm too sick to leave the house, but my friends promised me they'd call me so that I could dance with my date via cell phones. It's kindness like that when I know I have the greatest friends in the world...
That is all.
Thank you and goodnight.
Monday, January 14, 2008
The Light in the Darkness
So things around here have been a lot better now.
Mom's still in a lot of pain but that's because she had her stint pulled out today. Her surgery on Friday went very well, and she's been doped up on pain meds for over a week. She's trying to reach her goal of going back to work by tomorrow, but with the way she's acting I'm doubtful she'll be able to.
In stupid math news, I got a C on my exam (I was damn lucky because I got a 10% extra credit for doing a studyguide), so as far as I am concerned, I can still drive. Thank God!! Now I have a whole new semester to worry about, but hey, at least half of the year is already over, so I should be able to pull through the next semester.
In other news, this week this what's known at our school as Spirit week. Each day students can dress up according to the theme of the day to get pepped up for Friday night's homecoming game. Today was Pajama/Sports Day (which I totally dressed up in PJ's). Tomorrow is Incognito Day; I want to wear a paper bag over my head, but my parents won't let me drive to the store just to get a stupid paper bag. Wednesday is Eskimo Day, which I am not participating in since I have nothing Eskimo-related whatsoever. Thursday is red carpet day. I will be carrying around a Writer's Strike picketing sign that I am currently working on. Friday is traditional Spirit Day, in which we wear our school colors:- orange, black, and white- in whatever fashion tickles your fancy. I usually just wear a school shirt and PJ bottoms, but I'm trying to get more festive. Saturday is the winter homecoming dance. I'm going with somebody, but since he's gay it is strictly just a friend thing. I still love him, though, as a friend. It's amazing who you can become friends with in high school...
That is all.
Thank you and good night.
Mom's still in a lot of pain but that's because she had her stint pulled out today. Her surgery on Friday went very well, and she's been doped up on pain meds for over a week. She's trying to reach her goal of going back to work by tomorrow, but with the way she's acting I'm doubtful she'll be able to.
In stupid math news, I got a C on my exam (I was damn lucky because I got a 10% extra credit for doing a studyguide), so as far as I am concerned, I can still drive. Thank God!! Now I have a whole new semester to worry about, but hey, at least half of the year is already over, so I should be able to pull through the next semester.
In other news, this week this what's known at our school as Spirit week. Each day students can dress up according to the theme of the day to get pepped up for Friday night's homecoming game. Today was Pajama/Sports Day (which I totally dressed up in PJ's). Tomorrow is Incognito Day; I want to wear a paper bag over my head, but my parents won't let me drive to the store just to get a stupid paper bag. Wednesday is Eskimo Day, which I am not participating in since I have nothing Eskimo-related whatsoever. Thursday is red carpet day. I will be carrying around a Writer's Strike picketing sign that I am currently working on. Friday is traditional Spirit Day, in which we wear our school colors:- orange, black, and white- in whatever fashion tickles your fancy. I usually just wear a school shirt and PJ bottoms, but I'm trying to get more festive. Saturday is the winter homecoming dance. I'm going with somebody, but since he's gay it is strictly just a friend thing. I still love him, though, as a friend. It's amazing who you can become friends with in high school...
That is all.
Thank you and good night.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Scared
These past few days have worried me a lot.
Starting with my mother's health. Dad took her to the ER late Sunday night, and she just came home this afternoon, but has to go back again on Friday. I stayed up until 2:30 Monday morning, almost keeping vigil as I waited for my dad to call and tell me she would be all right. It wasn't until about 3:50 when I finally received the call in the middle of my sleep. My mom has two kidney stones, so she's getting them broken up on Friday. But while I lay in bed in those early hours, I cried on and off, thinking of the worst, praying for the best. I asked God to help Mom through this, and to help me help her. I think He listened.
Today I took my math exam. It was what I like to call "a suicide test." A kind of test that makes me want to go commit suicide because my brain can no longer seem to function properly since I stared at a bunch of numbers and pointless equations for an hour and a half. I didn't even finish the entire test, and half of it I BS'd so I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up having my driver's license taken away by the end of next week.
On a more positive note, the weather in my area of Ohio is in the fifties, which is anything but normal this time of year. I kind of like it like this, except for the high winds and the rain. That I could do without.
That is all.
Thank you and good night.
Starting with my mother's health. Dad took her to the ER late Sunday night, and she just came home this afternoon, but has to go back again on Friday. I stayed up until 2:30 Monday morning, almost keeping vigil as I waited for my dad to call and tell me she would be all right. It wasn't until about 3:50 when I finally received the call in the middle of my sleep. My mom has two kidney stones, so she's getting them broken up on Friday. But while I lay in bed in those early hours, I cried on and off, thinking of the worst, praying for the best. I asked God to help Mom through this, and to help me help her. I think He listened.
Today I took my math exam. It was what I like to call "a suicide test." A kind of test that makes me want to go commit suicide because my brain can no longer seem to function properly since I stared at a bunch of numbers and pointless equations for an hour and a half. I didn't even finish the entire test, and half of it I BS'd so I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up having my driver's license taken away by the end of next week.
On a more positive note, the weather in my area of Ohio is in the fifties, which is anything but normal this time of year. I kind of like it like this, except for the high winds and the rain. That I could do without.
That is all.
Thank you and good night.
Friday, January 4, 2008
The Inner Bitch
I have a theory. Although I'm not really sure I can prove it, I still believe in it.
My theory is that every female is a bitch and every guy is an ass.
I think that no matter how sweet or courteous you may be on the exterior, you have an inner bitch or an inner ass deep inside you that occasionally comes out into the spotlight at some unexpected moment. Some of us show our bitchy or jackass side all the time, whereas others try to hide it from the world, convinced they don't have one or will never reveal it. Be honest: we've all done or said some rather inappropriate things. Is that just being yourself? Or is that the evil side of you showing its colors? I feel reminded of Star Wars when I think of these things...
In English we've been reading excerpts from a book called "Nineteen Minutes." My teacher said the second half of the book is rather inappropriate for our age, so she's just copying things out of the first half. We've been getting into some rather deep and thought-provoking conversations since we got back to school yesterday after reading these excerpts. Yesterday we were talking about how in life, everybody is playing multiple roles during the day. When I'm in class, I play the role of the student and act how I believe a student should behave. With friends, I act out the part of being what I consider a good friend: funny, caring, and occasionally a smart-ass. At home with my family, I play the "leave-me-alone" sister and the "you still treat me like I've five but I'll deal with it because I'm not good at making comebacks" daughter. Right now I'm playing the blogger, writing down my thoughts and being kind to fellow bloggers who may comment me or I may comment on their blogs. We are always playing a role; my question is, are we ever really ourselves?
My inner bitch is telling me I have better things to do online, plus I'm tired and have a weekend of studying for exams to do, so I will end my entry here.
That is all.
Thank you and good night.
My theory is that every female is a bitch and every guy is an ass.
I think that no matter how sweet or courteous you may be on the exterior, you have an inner bitch or an inner ass deep inside you that occasionally comes out into the spotlight at some unexpected moment. Some of us show our bitchy or jackass side all the time, whereas others try to hide it from the world, convinced they don't have one or will never reveal it. Be honest: we've all done or said some rather inappropriate things. Is that just being yourself? Or is that the evil side of you showing its colors? I feel reminded of Star Wars when I think of these things...
In English we've been reading excerpts from a book called "Nineteen Minutes." My teacher said the second half of the book is rather inappropriate for our age, so she's just copying things out of the first half. We've been getting into some rather deep and thought-provoking conversations since we got back to school yesterday after reading these excerpts. Yesterday we were talking about how in life, everybody is playing multiple roles during the day. When I'm in class, I play the role of the student and act how I believe a student should behave. With friends, I act out the part of being what I consider a good friend: funny, caring, and occasionally a smart-ass. At home with my family, I play the "leave-me-alone" sister and the "you still treat me like I've five but I'll deal with it because I'm not good at making comebacks" daughter. Right now I'm playing the blogger, writing down my thoughts and being kind to fellow bloggers who may comment me or I may comment on their blogs. We are always playing a role; my question is, are we ever really ourselves?
My inner bitch is telling me I have better things to do online, plus I'm tired and have a weekend of studying for exams to do, so I will end my entry here.
That is all.
Thank you and good night.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
A Day Away From Stepping Back into Routine
Tomorrow is our first day back at school from break.
Ugh.
It's not that I don't enjoy visiting with my friends and most of my teachers. It's just the thought of having to wake up early to face the day before the crack of dawn that bothers me. Studies have proven (correct me if I'm wrong) that teenagers and young adults have the tendency to want to wake up later since their body clocks are pushing them to stay up later. Even with scientific evidence, I'm not sure that my mother, nor my school principal, will accept that as an excuse.
I also have to go back to math class. Oh, math: Satan's favorite subject. Maybe it's because I don't understand numbers, or the teacher's poor methods of educating us into trying to understand it, but I have not cared for math since I was 7 years old. Somehow my parents say it's my fault that I hate math and if I would just take the time to try and learn it, then I would be doing better than I am now. I do take the time to try; that's what a whole 40-minute period is for! Mom has been pushing me to try and see my math teacher during one of my free periods. I already have to sit in that class and listen to that man for 40 minutes; I really don't want to exceed that limit! Luckily first semester is almost over, and exams are next week. With great reluctance I decided to skip my chemistry exam instead of math. With any luck I just might raise my math grade a little bit... but I doubt it.
On a final note, my New Year celebrations went pretty well. I made 5 resolutions (all of which I'm bound to fail) and hopefully I can keep them in mind as I begin the new year. The main one on my mind is to find a prom date. There's nobody at my school that I'm willing to take with me to the dance (mostly because most of them are douche bags to begin with), but I do have somebody in mind. Unfortunately I have only actually talked to the person once in my life, and I have no way of contacting him at this moment. Somehow I must find a way... I still have time...
That is all.
Thank you and good night.
Ugh.
It's not that I don't enjoy visiting with my friends and most of my teachers. It's just the thought of having to wake up early to face the day before the crack of dawn that bothers me. Studies have proven (correct me if I'm wrong) that teenagers and young adults have the tendency to want to wake up later since their body clocks are pushing them to stay up later. Even with scientific evidence, I'm not sure that my mother, nor my school principal, will accept that as an excuse.
I also have to go back to math class. Oh, math: Satan's favorite subject. Maybe it's because I don't understand numbers, or the teacher's poor methods of educating us into trying to understand it, but I have not cared for math since I was 7 years old. Somehow my parents say it's my fault that I hate math and if I would just take the time to try and learn it, then I would be doing better than I am now. I do take the time to try; that's what a whole 40-minute period is for! Mom has been pushing me to try and see my math teacher during one of my free periods. I already have to sit in that class and listen to that man for 40 minutes; I really don't want to exceed that limit! Luckily first semester is almost over, and exams are next week. With great reluctance I decided to skip my chemistry exam instead of math. With any luck I just might raise my math grade a little bit... but I doubt it.
On a final note, my New Year celebrations went pretty well. I made 5 resolutions (all of which I'm bound to fail) and hopefully I can keep them in mind as I begin the new year. The main one on my mind is to find a prom date. There's nobody at my school that I'm willing to take with me to the dance (mostly because most of them are douche bags to begin with), but I do have somebody in mind. Unfortunately I have only actually talked to the person once in my life, and I have no way of contacting him at this moment. Somehow I must find a way... I still have time...
That is all.
Thank you and good night.
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