Thursday, September 23, 2010

Texas, oh Texas... I have a feeling that

If I do indeed decide to go out of state for college I'll be ridiculed for the lack of consistency in my textbooks.

Almost every week I check google news and there's always some type of controversy about our textbooks.

Oh well.

I'm still without a personal computer, but I'm dealing with it, and I'm trying to amp myself up for super conference (for debate) this Saturday.

For the past two years I have been really excited about it, but this year I just want to get it over with so I can go home and study for my physics test.

It's sad when I get excited about physics.

Monday, September 20, 2010

The Universe wins again

Last Friday I volunteered at my high school's Alumni luncheon for zclub, and it was gross. Or, at least it was gross in the back, where I was plating and preparing food.

The catering crew, which was just these two old guys were SCATTERED. Food was everywhere, the cooking area was a mess, it was on the verge of being a disaster.

When it came to assigning jobs to the volunteers only 2 people were needed in back to prepare the plates while everyone else had to carry them out or serve drinks. Knowing that I would probably end up dropping a tray, or spilling a drink on someone I quickly called dibs on working in the kitchen.

It wasn't too hard, all I had to do was put veggies on a plate and pass it down. Simple enough.

BUT. And I'm assuming you saw that conjunction coming from a mile away, THE PLATES WERE SO DIRTY.

They were grimy, and the bottoms were sticky, food was visibly stuck on them, and I put up a small protest to serving food on the poorly cleaned plates, but the caterers simply told me to put food over the nasty stuff to cover it up. Since I was merely volunteering, and there were people expecting food soon there wasn't anything I could have done. Strike one.

After the serving was done my friends Andria and Sully talked me into leaving early with them to get food. We went to two different teachers and tried unsuccessfully get passes so we could get off campus. Then, we had the brilliant idea of bribing a teacher with food. It worked, and we were able to get off campus. Strike two.

We ended up going to Chic-fil-a, which I am secretly not a fan of, and then Sonic, where I got a slushy. We skipped sixth period because we were coded for the rest of the day and I felt guilty. Strike three.

I was riddled with worry when it came to missing 8th period, which was AP English. You don't miss a class like that, if necessary. It just doesn't happen. Luckily, Sully remembered that she had to be at school at 2:15 to get ready for our mandatory pep rally.

Anyways, once we were on campus we officially couldn't have our drinks or food out without being questioned why 3 juniors, during class time, seem to have magically acquired an off campus period and fast food. My friend Andria, prior to getting to the building emptied out her bag of everything except what she needed for 8th period and put our food in her bag. We were back early and had to kill time until 8th period so we just hung out in our English class from last year. The teacher was pretty cool.

When 8th period came around our class had to go to the library, so I had to get my drink back from Andria and put it in my bag. BIG mistake right there. Having made 3 strikes against the universe I was bound to have something bad happen to me. Somewhere between leaving the library and walking to the multipurpose gym my slushy had exploded, without my knowledge.

Again, I was lucky and only ended up ruining 2 spirals, and my AP U.S. History folder and a random t-shirt, all of which were in the back zipper pocket thingy of my bag.

It could have been worse if I had put it into the front compartment of my bag which has ALL of my important binders.

Anyways, since the experience I've been trying to build up good karma. I have a feeling I'll need it soon.

(this was a scheduled post)

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Dear baby Jesus

I hate viruses.

And my forgetful dad for continuing to leave my computer at his office, even though I'm sure it's fixed and totally virus free by now. But, for now, I have access of a computer, therefore I am making this post and will try to read some blogs later.

My life has just taken a turn for the chaotic. However, it's a nice chaotic. I managed to pass my first Pre AP Physics test, and I only studied for 10 minutes the night before!

This Guy has just been... different. I don't know what happened over the summer--- soul searching, a marathon of 'If you only knew me' on MTV, something happened that has just made him a heck of a lot nicer to everyone.

Lots of homework, the usual.

OH. And did I mention that I got invited to go to a leadership forum in Washington D.C.? Yes. It's in February, but it's still in the air on whether or not I'm actually going to go because it'll require me to miss a week of school, and I don't know if I can handle all of the make up work. I'm somewhat glad that I have a block schedule, so it'll only be like missing 2 or 3 days of a class, but still. That's more time than what I want to miss.

Also, the fact that it's in D.C. which is FAR from Texas is kind of daunting. I've never flown by myself before and I'm afraid that I'll end up missing my terminal or get lost in the airport or something like that. But if I do go I'll be able to visit all the govt. headquarters and see all the monuments and meet "valuable lifelong colleagues".

I'll figure it out soon. The deadline to sign up is in October.

Anyways, I'm off to read blogs.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Woes of life

I've missed blogging, reading blogs, etc. My computer has contracted a nasty virus, and I'm sneaking on carefully, trying not to screw anything up.... And to make it worse, the amount of homework I've been receiving has just increased. By like, tenfold. Homework is of Satan, unless you're a Satanist, and then I guess it's of George Bush. Just kidding. It's actually from Nazi's and that scary lady, Bombshell Mcgee.

Oh well, as Kurt Vonnegut would write, "So it goes."

As far as my social life, That Guy has been surprisingly somewhat less oblivious to the world, and his friend who we shall refer to as This Guy has also been a little more.... friendly.

If you call friendly saying 5+ words to me in a conversation.

Anyways, Monday night I slaved in the kitchen making two loaves of bread from scratch for my AP US History project on the northern colonies, and I have to say, for my first serious attempt at bread making, I think I did pretty good.

All the guys in my class loved it, and when I brought the leftovers to art This Guy complemented me, and also gave me a few tips on what to do next time I make bread. It's really awesome being able to brag about making the best sandwich on the face of the planet because you used your own bread that you made FROM SCRATCH. Take that faux domestic housewives that use store bought wonder-bread!

One step closer to being a unicorn. Ok, maybe I have 100 more steps to go, but still, closer to being just as awesome.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Mandatory Pep Rallies.

Yes, they used to be optional, but now they're mandatory.

I do have to admit, since my friend Caleb is the mascot, it is pretty interesting. And I really enjoy the drum line, so it's not as bad as I make it out to be.

My devastatingly ugly Debate Coach was there, and I tried not to act like he was the ugliest person on the face of the planet. It was quite hard.

That's what she said.

Anyways, even though I have two posters to do, and loads of other reading/writing homework, I'm looking forward to the three day weekend. No school Monday! I can't wait to sleep in!

.... I just remembered that I have to write debate cases. Oh well, I'll just procrastinate on that.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

I should be doing homework.

Or something.

Everyday I have homework. Lots of homework. Most of it reading, and guess what? There's a quiz over the reading next class!

I counted all of the pages that I had to read for one night and got a whopping 127 textbook sized front+back pages. Do teachers ever stop to think that we have to read 20 pages in every other class plus their's? Probably not. I've been getting those, "My class is just as important, if not more, than your other classes" speeches. Oh well. I suppose this is preparing me for college, and the big workload I'll amass over there, but still. My back is killing me, and I have to grab onto the railings whenever I go up stairs for fear of toppling over and falling to my death, or worse, falling on top of other people.

And right now I'm sort of kicking myself for being an overachiever. It's just not cool.

Well, maybe it will be when I'm filling out my college applications, but as of right now I have virtually no social life, and if I were to have one I'd have to schedule it in. How douch-ey is that? Oh sorry, I can only hang out with you at 7 next Thursday for an hour. My schedule is too full for anything else. MEETINGS MEETINGS MEETINGS. And why on earth did I ever think that being an officer in multiple clubs was ever a good idea? Leadership shmeadership. Tomorrow doesn't need me as bad as it thinks it does.

It's not like I need to sleep and shower every now and then. And reading for leisure? Pah, that is for the bourgeois.

Blogging is keeping me sane amongst my paper cuts and papers due.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

That Guy.

So there's This Guy. And he's like, I don't know, the Renaissance man of my generation. He's been in my advanced art class since my freshman year (he's one grade above me), and he can play music, make beautiful art, act, somewhat sing, dance, write--- you name it! No really, name something, and show him once how to do it, and he'll do whatever it is better. Not to mention he looks like a greek god. Every female teacher that has ever taught him LOVES him because he's just so.... talented.

Anyways, This Guy for some reason has a lot in common with me.

We both like random obscure and odd movies like Donnie Darko, we both like the exact same music, we have the same favorite artists and art pieces, the things that we have in common, and the things that we like is virtually infinite.

Now usually this wouldn't bother me, but if I were to mention or share about something that I liked people would be like, ohhhh cool. And just let the subject drop, but when That Guy mentions it, EVERYONE is all like, "I'm so checking that out!"

And then once they do they automatically like it, whilst I stand there dumbfounded because I had been raving about that one thing for the past 2 years.

It's not cool. Here is how I view the situation:

Walk into a room. Look a pony!!!! That's------ OH HEY! Look a unicorn!!! That's so awesome!

And I'm the pony.