TAKs and H1N1

So today I had to take the math portion of the Texas Assesment of Knowlege and skills. It was not cool.

So pretend today is Tuesday, and blah blah blah, 100 days from now, what day will it be?

WTF? I don't know, Thursday? That's what I put.

Also, I've decided to not care about this BS H1N1. You can't spell pandemic without panic (in the words of Josh from FB). So true. Unless Anderson Cooper starts wearing a mask I can gaurantee you that you won't catch me wearing one.

Also, I haven't spent a class period in Spanish for about a week. Not because I was skipping, but because we weren't doing anything and I always went to the Debate room to hang with the varsity kids. Don't blame me that I learn more in Debate than I do in Spanish. Reading FML teaches you valuable life lessons.

Letter

Dear Celery,

You are a good friend. Even when I'm having a crappy day, and I say/do really mean things to you you're a decent friend. At times, you're a douche, but in that same sense, you're only a jerk because you're honest. You keep me honest, even when I want to remain delusional.

Also, I think you're the one person that I have consistently been friends with for three years, which is amazing. I've been friends with you longer than I've been friends with Bekka.

And I still can't remember your birthday, or Bekka's but whatever. You hold my crap when I ask you too, and don't throw it on the ground like some people do, and in a weird way you motivate me to do my work, because let's face it: someone has to do it.

Sometimes I want to punch you in the face, or yell at you-- but then I don't because I remember what a cool person you've been. Another thing, who else would want to make fun of other people like Kenne with me, or just cause mischief in general?

Don't die, or..... I don't know. The threat will probably involve gay men and your grave, and a lot of hot steamy....... vegetables.

Talking about issues

I like to say no.

I like to go against the grain, and live under the thought that I'm a non-conformist. Pretty much everyone in my grade, and my little sister and her little friends have cell phones, minus me.

It brings me joy to deny people of things. After I utter the word NO laughter usually ensues.

Celery: "Can I see your paper?" No.
Jacob: "Can I have a hug?" No.
Cameron: "Will you buy be a kit kat?" No.

That look that everyone gets when the word No is spoken; Oh my it's such fun to say.

Is this an issue?

Religion Ruins Another Life

So I have a friend that I've known for quite a while, in fact I've even volunteered with her a couple of times, and I question her sexuality.

In classes I have with her, she's always talking about this one girl and how cool and awesome she is, and occasionally she'll tell other girls that they look cute, or give them other various complements.

Now, I know it's normal to give compliments to people, but they way she does it, it's like she's hitting on them or flirting.  And there have been so many signs, so many.  I'm almost  completely sure she's lesbian.

And I'm fine with that, but I don't think her religion is.  She never talks about being attracted to boys, or men for that matter.....  all she talks about is girls in our grade and how pretty they are....  it's a bit awkward on my end...

But I'm getting off the point.  Her family goes to church quite often, and is quite ardent on the fact that they go by the "Bible rules"  which of course translate into homosexuality being wrong.  However, I've seen the looks she's given to a few girls here and there, and I've heard the ways she talks about them.  It's not something any hetero girl would say about another chick, but would she/will she ever come clean about being a possible lesbian?  Probably not.

I think that's so sad.  No one should deny a part of themselves due to what the old testament said.  I'm afraid to talk to her about it, and I don't want to risk her friendship by her getting offended because she's made her point a few times on how much she thinks homosexuality is wrong--- but she's lying to herself.  I'm almost certain that she is.  Why can't she see past the many religious dogmatisms that have been around for ages?  Why do so many have to deny themselves of something that is so pure, such as love or happiness because someone tells them that what they feel inside of them is wrong?

Deep question about silicone

Since many women, and a few quasi-women are into the whole silicon craze, what will happen when 100 years from now their graves are dug up and people find a skeleton, and two plastic lumps on their chests.

Or will those plastic pieces still be there?  I know, people should donate their fake boobs once they die to be recycled.  It's not like they're gonna need them.

I have this bracelet that's made of "100% recycled silicone".

Yeah.  This is what I think about sometimes.

Silly Star Stuff

So, because I'm a air headed teeny-bopper I decided (well, an old friend persuaded me to do so) to look up all the weird crazy horoscope sign thingies. I like reading them to see what's right and what's just plain out there. Surprisingly, for me they hit the nail pretty close to home.

B, being the all-knowing super breed of asian that he is, puts all of his decision making in the hands of 'astrology'. No lie, he likes to place charts on the stars, and uses a lot of math to get his little 'horoscope'. He does it himself, because apparently, the people who do it now sugar coat everything, or take out all the important stuff.

So I did a little research of my own to find my best compatibility with other signs. Also, I incorporated the Chinese stuff.

First off, I'm a Sagittarius, and a Rooster.

Sagittarius- Apparently I like to travel, rely on luck, procrastinate, and in relationships I'm not dependant. I want people to like me for the fun, and not because they need me. For a full in depth analysis (seriously it is IN DEPTH), just go here. If you want, you could even do your sign.

Rooster- (copied strait from the site) Roosters are considered to be honest, bright, communicative, ambitious and warm-hearted. They might be enthusiastic about something quickly, but soon might be impassive. They have strong self-respect and seldom rely on others. As most roosters are born pretty or handsome, they might have several loves in their lives, treating each lover seriously. If they can overcome their arrogance, they will make more progress.

Best Match for Sagittarius: Libra
Worst: Capricorn

Best Match for Rooster: ox, dragon, snake
Worst: rooster, dog, rabbit

So what did I learn from doing all this useless stuff?  Well, for one, I learned that Anderson Cooper, who is a Gemini and a Goat is out of my range, and that you should look up astrology stuff when you're bored because it takes up a good hour of your time.

Killing metaphorical birds with a real stone

So you know those cool kids, the ones that are like so artsy, and don't care about anything but being "free" and talk of all this deep stuff that flies over your head most of the time?

Yeah. Whenever I talk to people like that, I always come off as real lame. They always have the odd, yet somehow poetic skill of mixing the tangible with the figurative.

Try as I might, when compared to them, I come off as really lame and can never pull it off just right. It's like, they just think up this stuff and it comes flying out of their mouths sounding like trippy hidden messages.

If I ever attempt it, it's never as cool. Or maybe I'm just being judgemental on myself.

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On a more morbid note, we dissected worms today in class, and the first five minutes I was sad, and a bit grossed out, but after that I was able to do everything ok.

This always happens. And it doesn't only apply to dissecting, just overall in general life. If something bothers me, or makes me sad--- and it's necessary for me to do then I just get over it. I don't know. I guess it could be a good thing, but I can't escape the really flaky feeling I get.

Body of Poseidon, Face of Bill Gates

Every nerd should have a rock ballad that they can somewhat relate to.

There is this kid at my school, who is a former swim team member, and a current golf team member, and that is exactly what he looks like. He's got these ripped abs, and spindly arms with apparent muscles oddly attached to them, and then the face of Bill Gates.

Not to mention he's a little spitfire (meant in the least puny way possible) and super smart.

So if you're a nerd, you should at least be able to somewhat relate to the song my friend Hannah and I are crafting. I wish I had this kid's math skillz.

Shellac

I'm not even sure if that's how you spell it, but that's what I did to some of my ceramics this morning in art. So now Jacob's and Mary's graduation gifts are all nice and shiny.

Also, Happy Earth day!

My debate teacher made and Earth day shirt, and on the front there was E.D.---- for Earth day... however when I first saw it I was like, "Erectile Dysfunction? What?"

Along with this happy 'let's help the environment and not be total pigs' spirit, there are foul daisy downers.

Especially this one kid in my class who CANNOT play the guitar because he only knows one song, or all his songs sound the same, and it sucks. All he does is whine and complain about the stupidest stuff. Also, he's the most ugly ignorant kid I've ever had the displeasure to share a class with. He dissed earth day, dubbing it "The most asinine holiday out there," and I was like, DUDE. THE EARTH GIVES YOU LIFE. CELEBRATE IT.

I want to punch him in the face. Or embarrass him into never speaking again. Just because he's a semi good artist doesn't remove his unappealing nature. I feel sorry for his mom.

Also, surprisingly Celery (my man friend, not the vegi) Is a non Earth day lover. Instead he referred to it as Dick day. I wanted to punch him in the face too, just not as hard.

Blacktion.

I don't know if I should be more shocked, or appalled at the fact that probably 80 percent of the black kids at my school don't know what Affirmative Action is.  And no, I'm not even going to try to be politically correct by saying African American this time.  I'm sick and tired of being told how politically incorrect the term "black" is.  Buddha. Unless you can relate to Africans, and have at least tried to wrap your mind around all the pain, disease, and war they have been going through for the past century on that continent then you can't be African American.

I know a white boy who has felt more for the African continent than any "black" person I've ever met.  Jacob, you make my head spin.

But I digress.  All these black kids at my school are all like, RACIST this, RACIST that.

My math teacher gave me a 50--- She so racist.

STOP IT.

I'm not being prejudice when I say that I'm appalled.  When someone of a 'minority' gets into a prestigious college with mediocre grades and low recommendations, while someone who is not classified under as a minority is looked over, it's not right.

Affirmative Action- when an advantage is given to the disadvantaged due to race, gender and blah blah blah other stuff that no one really looks at or considered.

Yeah, it might have been good "back in the day" when slavery was still fresh in the minds of everyone, and those who enslaved felt guilty and wanted to give opportunity to those who previously had none, but do we really need it now?  Things have entered into the stages of equilibrium and a white person in a trailer park is just as disadvantaged as their black neighbor.  Also, when someone doesn't even understand the concept of Affirmative Action---- do they really deserve a place in higher education?

Maybe I am biased.  Maybe I'm just fed up with all the douchy black kids at my school who are always getting into fights.  Maybe I'm just in shock that I only have like 10 black friends that actually, truly, deserve to go to college due to their drive and ambition.  

Whatever it is, I'm tired of "minorities" looking for a free ride, and blaming everything on their race, gender, etc. when they don't even bother to put in any effort or any hard work.

P.S.  I'm not racist, I promise.  I'm an interracial baby who was raised to not expect anything due to my racial diversity.

Letter

Dear Glen from the library:

You suck. From the moment I met you, I didn't like the way you were. I tried my best to give you the benefit of the doubt, but after you exhibited how cruel you could be I decided to just rule you out as a potential acquaintance and mark you down as "douche".

When you made that weird girl who shaved off her eyebrows cry, I thought, "Wow. You're a real douche."

So what if she was weird, it doesn't give you the right to psycho-analyze her with your quasi-skills you learned in a semester course of Psychology. Also, if you stopped sucking your balls for long enough you would have noticed that she had self esteem issues, and came from a very sheltered background. You don't just bluntly dump stereo-types on a girl like her, telling her that her future is going to suck.

And then you come up to us and say: "Uhm, well I think I made this girl cry, but I can't go see her because when I see people cry I tend to laugh, so can one of you guys go and talk to her?"

Glen, it is not because of your race, or sexuality that I despise you--- Though it may be brought up because you happen to be quite ignorant--- It is because of your callous, pompous, and ignorant way of thinking that is masked with eloquent poison.

It sickens me to know that there's a possibility that I'm going to have to work with you this summer.

Grind.

And then there was one.

One day that is--- tomorrow I'm back to the volunteer grind. I'm not complaining, but it's a fact that it's become a chore. It was ok when I was too young to get a job, but now that I'm older I feel a little miffed when I don't get paid for working hard, especially when I'm EXPECTED to just drop random Saturdays to work.

Not cool.

On the bright side, I'll be working with friends---- and there might or might not be food. Ok, so maybe it's a candle in a dim room, but whatever.

OctoFun

One word: Octomom.

No, she's not a mom obsessed with the month October, however if you've been living under a rock for the past year you might think so.

As tired as I am of hearing about her/ making fun of her I have to say she's quite useful when making arguments.

ABORTIONS ARE WRONG. Yeah, well Octomom makes up for all those dead fetuses.

STEM CELL RESEARCH IS BLASPHEMY. Ok, how about you call up Octomom and ask her for advice while you stuff your uterus with stem cells that could be curing cancer. Because really, we don't want those undeveloped cells to go to waste. In the words of Bill Maher: "Put your cervix where your mouth is."

EVERYONE SHOULD BE A MOM. Really? Have you watched the news lately?

I'm pretty sure anyone who has talked to me for the past month has heard me rant on this. Well, anyone that annoys me that is.

Spring is Awesome

My Allergies are on the fritz, and my Biology class has enlightened me.  Apparently most humans are allergic to plant sperm.  Isn't this lovely?

Post Easter

Easter was OK.  I got loads of candy, and I'm still trying to find, or make up events that I could wear my dress to.  It's too pretty to only wear once.

This weekend, one of my friends who moved away when I was like 10 was asking me questions about being on the Debate team and whatnot, and I was just like, dude:  I haven't talked to you in like a year, and all you want to talk about is extra curriculars?  I answered all her questions though, and while I was talking about being in Debate, I started thinking of my fellow Debate team members.  I wonder how they're doing right now.....?

Hopefully ok, and caught up with all of thier Senior/Graduating junk.  Here's a picture of us back in March for NTDA district.   I just realised how much info I put on my blog.... However, I don't think anyone wants to hunt me down.... or at least I hope not.

ARG..... I have a stuffy nose..... need some meds.

Bowl of Negativity

This is something that has consumed me over the weekend. I hate being this way around my family, but it's not something I can help. There is no root to my bitter attitude that I can see, but I have the haunting feeling that it's a case of teenagitis.

The interweb tells me it's a combination of hormones and a developing pre-frontal cortex, but I just wish I could go back to being happy and nice.

I snap when I'm bitter, I listen to glam rock and folk music and don't care if it annoys my family. I'm painfully sarcastic and have a flippant devil may care attitude. Maybe tomorrow will be better? Let's hope so.

Right now I'm suppressing the urge to yell at everyone (mainly my sisters) and even though I spent the day decorating cupcakes and chocolate birds nests I just want to crawl in bed and sleep all day to rid myself of this ugly feeling.

The only thing right now that doesn't bug me is the Charlton Heston movies showing on the tube, and all the music I'm streaming right now. Bah all this negativity.

500th post

Wow. This is a bit weird.

I always thought that I would wimp out after about 357 posts, but looky here! I'm still typing and sharing with the world!

It's a wonder this thing hasn't got me into major trouble, or drama. However I think the reason why it hasn't is because when I blog about things or people, most of the stuff I say on here, I would probably say to someone in real life anyways.

I've always wondered what direction I should take my blog in, should I be funny--- heart wrenching--- a chef--- a gardener-- the list goes on.

But at the end of the day, I realized that I am but a mere human that likes to type up leftovers from the day that no one paid attention to. Or sometimes I type up stuff that I have yet to share with anyone. I'm a MISC. blogger!

Well, today is the Friday before Easter and I just bought a lovely dress for the day. I really like this dress.... in fact I like it so much I might have to make up events to wear it to. I really should start planning to attend some Summer parties.

ALSO. For Bekka, and anyone else who cares about the music I listen too:

Imogen Heap
Andrew Bird (VIOLINS!!)
The Shins
Fleet Foxes

Those just happen to be what I'm currently obsessing about.

Four days off

Ok, so my last post was an oopsie.  I was typing up something for debate and accidentally pressed publish.  Oops.

Let's just pretend it never happend.  Just like that one day in art class.  Anyways, I got a four day weekend (woot woot party) Not really.

Anyways, I got bored, so I did another Facebook Grafitti.  Oh dear.

c1: Acronyms protect the society

Without life, there is no society. Acronyms save lives and protect the society by providing for efficiency.

When doctors are trying to save the life of someone with a severed arterie, they don't shout out the long medical terms for everything they need. Instead they use acronyms. Same with trying to diagnose a disease. It is far easier to remember 4 short letters than the word Mediastinopericarditis (inflamation of pericardinas and mediastino tissues).

Same with soldiers in the field. It's easier to warn those in the field of imminent doom by yelling out IED than Improvised explosive device. Or if a ship was in danger out in the ocean, it's faster to tap out S.O.S than it is to type, "Dude, our ship is sinking save us!!111"

When people argue about the confusion that acronyms cause, most people know what all the important ones mean anyways. Almost everyone knows that S.O.S is a distress call, and I.H.O.P is happy pancake fun time.

C2: Acronyms have helped more than they have harmed.

In schools, teachers create acronyms for their students to study in order to help organize their thoughts. After a while, the knowlege will eventually transfer into long term memory, helping the students later on as they progress into higher grades. For an example, we use PEMDAS in math to help us remember the order of operations.

When taking notes, or even flowing in a debate round it is always easier to use abbreviations and acronyms. In fact, most teachers actually encourage their students to write in shorthand in order to save time and space. Acronyms compress information to make it easier to remember information.

Many argue that students will never learn how to form real words or have the ability to form complex sentences, but the truth is, our society has been endorcing acronyms since the beginning of it's formation.

Our nation is U.S.A, this form of debate is PFD, the school I attend is PTISD. We use acronyms to save time, to be quicker, and yes we're also a bit lazy.

However, isn't this lazyness the force that has driven us to invent cars, escalators, iPhones, treadmills, and many other varios "shortcut devices"? If anything, acronyms have not hurt society, but have helped it progress.

I Know Why

I know why he doesn't like me, or give me the time of day.  I know why he sticks with his less than average girlfriend.

It's not because she has something I don't have.  It's because he's just not that into me.

Rained

Easter weekend is suppossed to be rainy.... how am I suppossed to go Easter Egg hunting?

Lately I haven't been paying much attention to things, and it's nice. I like not thinking. It's way easier than being stressed.

Here's Anderson Cooper giving you a weird look.

FyourL

I'm sad for the future. Not for my future (for once) but for that of someone that I've known for for a little over four years.

Today she told me she was pregnant. We're the same age, and she's pregnant.

And people wonder why I like to stay so wrapped up in school and Debate. If I wasn't, then this might've happened to me.

She's already started packing her bags in the anticipation that her parents are going to kick her out once she tells them. I have no idea what to think, but I'm going to be here if she needs help.

I told her she should continue with school, but I know she won't. The thing that's so sad is the fact that she doesn't think about the future, just having a cute and cuddly baby in 8 months.

Also, I'm freaking. She said that only I and about four other people know. Why did she tell me??

People are proud of my fail

So... UIL Debate district was a bit of a fail.... However, everyone was proud of me and such.

I'm not saying that I'm dissapointed at getting 5th and 6th place in Debate and Extemp speaking, it's just---- I guess I expected to do better.

My coach did have a point when she said that I should feel good seeing as how I beat out many Juniors and Seniors for the places, but still.

Even this being my first year of debate, I expected myself to at least place third in one event. Oh well, I have three more years to be awesome.

And, I did learn a lot during this tournament, so more experience under my belt.

Arg. All this week I've had nothing but killer headaches.

BTW. Bekka: we should talk monday.

Art

So I've been drawing a bit.... and it hasn't been in my sketch book.  Forgive me for getting bored in Debate! Click to enlarge.  Please excuse the crappy quality... I took the pictures with a camera.

R&R much needed

So my voice is still crap, and after I called in to verbally complain to Subway for screwing up my order my voice sputtered to a stop and didn't work anymore.

However, through much coaxing I'm able to talk a little, but not much.

Also my voice sounds like Kat Dennings except raspier (is that a word?).

Right now I'm going to just load up on meds, down tons of honey and oranges, and watch some old House re-runs in hope that my voice will be better by tomorrow. However, like I told everyone else, I promise nothing.

Do It Right

this is the complaint I sent to subway today:

I ordered two sandwiches, and the only things right on the sandwiches were the bread type and cheese. Everything else was horribly wrong. This is not the first time this has ever happened, and frankly I'm a bit miffed. Either the employees are not being trained right, or maybe they're just tired. However, I pay money from my pocket for something I want, and when it's not done right I feel robbed.

I would like a refund on both footlongs, or at least some bit of retribution. It is unjust to hire unfit employees who dish out second rate sandwiches because they just make everyone unhappy and angry.

Helter Skelter

Ack.  Just when I finish one page of homework, 20 more pop up.  Ok, it may not be 20, but I have a lot of work.

My list of work so far is:

1. Biology pages (complete)

2.  Monocot and Dicot study pages.

3. Debate cases. (some what complete)

4. Summary of Literary criticism.

6.  LOTS OF MATH.

7. Spanish study material.

Also,  Jacob scolded me today in class again, telling me to behave.  Sorry, but it's less than four days till district, and if I want to forget for two seconds and crack jokes and make my fellow classmate laugh, then deal.  I can't cope under all of the pressure.

MY VOICE IS GONE. It cracked and sputtered right after school.  District is Saturday.  This is not good.