So. I guess it's really not probably a gabajillion (which, by the way, is a number that's bigger than anything you can think of but smaller than infinity) things, because that would take too long. But as a senior who wished some person exactly like me would impart knowledge upon me, I feel I should impart knowledge on a younger counterpart who is exactly like me. If that's you, be grateful.
1. If your locker is in the main commons, be happy.
You probably don't understand quite why you should be happy here, because you got a locker in an incredibly crowded area, full of people and at least three times a fight breaks out right when you're trying to get your Spanish book out and run to your class so you're not late. But actually, it's great to have a central locker because you can easily get to all your classes on time without worrying. Unless you have Spanish and then gym. Then you might be pushing it. But not to worry!
2. Even if you leave class to go the bathroom right as the warning bell rings, you probably won't be late.
The warning bell means you have three minutes, three WHOLE minutes to get there and get back. And three minutes is a longer time than you think. As long as you don't go to the scary bathroom where there is a line for at least six minutes, you shouldn't have a problem.
3. Teachers like it when you say witty things.
Let me amend that. Teachers like it when you say witty, pertinent things without disrupting the class. This certainly does not mean, however, that you must sit in class and stare idly at the board while wishing you could leak a bit of humor into your day. It also depends on the teacher, I suppose, but it makes learning so much more interesting when you can learn to interject your opinions respectfully and humorously. Like when I wrote that my friend R's name was "The Delinquent" and my teacher drew a devil face on her paper. That kind of thing.
4. If you drop something small, like a pencil, it's gone forever.
Please, please, PLEASE don't try to get the pen that you dropped unwittingly on the floor! You'll just disrupt whole traffic flow patterns and people will hate you and want to push you over and trample you and make snide comments just loud enough for you to hear and you'll feel pretty horrible. And you might get injured. Please don't get injured.
5. Learn how to be yourself.
If you put out a personality that's different than the one you are, you'll have to be like that for your entire four years. Unless you want people thinking that you're having a mental breakdown. That's probably not a good idea. But just be yourself, because then the people who like you like that will come to you, and you will go to them. The idea of friendship is based on honesty.
6. If nothing else, it's better than middle school.
I was so surprised at the level of freedom you get in high school. Sure, it's not college, but no longer do you need to be escorted across the street to band. There are probably more people that you like in high school and more classes that are suited to your needs and wants and interests. Plus, you can take AP classes! They are the best. Take them! Take them or I will hunt you down. Warning over. High school is a place to get rid of bad things and take in new, better things! Things that will make you happy! Yay!!
Friday, September 27, 2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
A Day in Paragraphs
First, I woke up. I woke up a little earlier than I usually do. That's why I'm telling you. Because waking up early usually means that something significant is going to happen. Anyway, I woke up. The smell of caramel rolls was wafting through the house, and caramel is a better alarm clock than incessant beeping. My parents think holidays are cause for exciting breakfasts.
When I went into the living room, my two youngest brothers were behaving quite strangely. They were holding hands and dancing like turkeys through the house while singing a hideous rendition of Good King Wenceslas. (You have no idea how long it took me to spell that.) And my mom was going to give them more sugar.
After breakfast, I went into my room. And I checked my email like I do every morning. There was the most exciting email ever! Well, maybe not. But it was still pretty exciting. It was from Luther College. They said that I was an exceptional student and I could apply quickly using their exceptional student application. However, it was not nearly as quickly as I would have hoped. But I don't actually know how long these things usually take. Still. So I applied to my first college! We'll see what happens.
By this time, I was quite hungry. Caramel rolls don't fill you up as much as you might think. But my mother said that we weren't supposed to have lunch because we were going to have an early dinner and we just ate a late breakfast. So I had sour cream and onion chips and Koolaid. That sounds way more healthy than lunch anyway.
After that, I started to play my plague game. It's so hard to kill off the whole world. I was talking to my brother about it, because he's more of an expert at this than I am, (and apparently he has a higher sociopath level than I do, but more on that later) and we discovered that our mother is actually disturbed by this game. I think she should learn the difference between reality and virtual reality.
Then I talked to my friend R on Facebook for the first time in a long time. Apparently she's been busy. But I was sad because I thought she was ignoring me. Unstable person, I am.
She gave me some information about scholarships, and I even applied for them! But these scholarships are harder to learn about than you might think. Sometimes, they lead you to a website, but then the website has absolutely no information about how to apply. They're probably just scams. I don't know.
Then I roasted marshmallows. (Why is marshmallows spelled with an a?) We had s'mores. And we had turkey and mashed potatoes, that I peeled! and green beans. But mostly mashed potatoes. Because those are the best. Obviously.
Finally, I watched some Fringe! Not finally, as in the last thing I did, but as in I waited a super long time to watch it. If I could do one thing in the world that is impossible, I would write a TV series that is as good and as intriguing and suspenseful as Fringe. Maybe I'll do that anyway.
Now I'm listening to country music. (Gah! My friends would be so proud!! After they stopped laughing hysterically at me, of course.) I can't tell if I like it because I like it, or because they like it. People who are friends tend to have more influence over each other. There might actually be a word for that... I'll have to investigate. Remind me. Later.
When I went into the living room, my two youngest brothers were behaving quite strangely. They were holding hands and dancing like turkeys through the house while singing a hideous rendition of Good King Wenceslas. (You have no idea how long it took me to spell that.) And my mom was going to give them more sugar.
After breakfast, I went into my room. And I checked my email like I do every morning. There was the most exciting email ever! Well, maybe not. But it was still pretty exciting. It was from Luther College. They said that I was an exceptional student and I could apply quickly using their exceptional student application. However, it was not nearly as quickly as I would have hoped. But I don't actually know how long these things usually take. Still. So I applied to my first college! We'll see what happens.
By this time, I was quite hungry. Caramel rolls don't fill you up as much as you might think. But my mother said that we weren't supposed to have lunch because we were going to have an early dinner and we just ate a late breakfast. So I had sour cream and onion chips and Koolaid. That sounds way more healthy than lunch anyway.
After that, I started to play my plague game. It's so hard to kill off the whole world. I was talking to my brother about it, because he's more of an expert at this than I am, (and apparently he has a higher sociopath level than I do, but more on that later) and we discovered that our mother is actually disturbed by this game. I think she should learn the difference between reality and virtual reality.
Then I talked to my friend R on Facebook for the first time in a long time. Apparently she's been busy. But I was sad because I thought she was ignoring me. Unstable person, I am.
She gave me some information about scholarships, and I even applied for them! But these scholarships are harder to learn about than you might think. Sometimes, they lead you to a website, but then the website has absolutely no information about how to apply. They're probably just scams. I don't know.
Then I roasted marshmallows. (Why is marshmallows spelled with an a?) We had s'mores. And we had turkey and mashed potatoes, that I peeled! and green beans. But mostly mashed potatoes. Because those are the best. Obviously.
Finally, I watched some Fringe! Not finally, as in the last thing I did, but as in I waited a super long time to watch it. If I could do one thing in the world that is impossible, I would write a TV series that is as good and as intriguing and suspenseful as Fringe. Maybe I'll do that anyway.
Now I'm listening to country music. (Gah! My friends would be so proud!! After they stopped laughing hysterically at me, of course.) I can't tell if I like it because I like it, or because they like it. People who are friends tend to have more influence over each other. There might actually be a word for that... I'll have to investigate. Remind me. Later.
Monday, August 26, 2013
No! School Starts So Soon!!!
Ahhh! Ahhh! AHHH!!! School! Ahhh! I'm so nervous/excited/worried/anticipatory for school! I think it's because I'm a senior. And seniors have to deal with weird things. I guess I'm not normal (which you probably already knew) because I don't want to be a senior. I'd rather stay in my comfort zone of knowing things that I know about! I know how to be in high school. I don't know how to go to college. That sounds dangerous!
But parts of me are excited too. Seniors get to do things that other students don't. Like have half days. And secret pools on the third floor! That may or may not exist. Who knows.
Today, I went to school to help recruit people for knowledge bowl. Some of those kids are intimidating! There was a boy who said that he might not be able to participate because he was taking a math class at the college on the day knowledge bowl is. And he was a freshman!! Knowledge bowl really doesn't help my self esteem.....
Anyway, while I was there, I went to talk to my counselor because for the first time in four years, it was kind of messed up. I had two study halls! TWO! Who would possibly want that?? Also, I didn't want to take trig. I wanted an exciting math class with exciting concepts like not pi. But I got trig anyway. Apparently the math I wanted conflicts with my English and band. So terrible. However! I get to be the teacher's assistant for the awesomest teacher I know! He teaches AP Euro, and I'm so excited!!! AHHAHAHAHAH!!!!
I was afraid that because I only got a 3 on the AP test, he wouldn't want me to be his TA. But when I went to ask him to sign my sheet, he said to his student teacher that I was a most wonderful human being! That really helped my self esteem.
I also walked around the school with Mi, because he was there for math league. And it turns out that people know him all over the school because he got a 5 on his AP test. The weirdie. He's so popular with the teachers.
Next week we have the start of school pep fest and the marching band gets to play! I hope they let me play my solo! That would make my entire life! Ahhh!! (I'm saying "Ahh!!" so much today.) Piccolo just makes my entire life. All the time. So wonderful!
But parts of me are excited too. Seniors get to do things that other students don't. Like have half days. And secret pools on the third floor! That may or may not exist. Who knows.
Today, I went to school to help recruit people for knowledge bowl. Some of those kids are intimidating! There was a boy who said that he might not be able to participate because he was taking a math class at the college on the day knowledge bowl is. And he was a freshman!! Knowledge bowl really doesn't help my self esteem.....
Anyway, while I was there, I went to talk to my counselor because for the first time in four years, it was kind of messed up. I had two study halls! TWO! Who would possibly want that?? Also, I didn't want to take trig. I wanted an exciting math class with exciting concepts like not pi. But I got trig anyway. Apparently the math I wanted conflicts with my English and band. So terrible. However! I get to be the teacher's assistant for the awesomest teacher I know! He teaches AP Euro, and I'm so excited!!! AHHAHAHAHAH!!!!
I was afraid that because I only got a 3 on the AP test, he wouldn't want me to be his TA. But when I went to ask him to sign my sheet, he said to his student teacher that I was a most wonderful human being! That really helped my self esteem.
I also walked around the school with Mi, because he was there for math league. And it turns out that people know him all over the school because he got a 5 on his AP test. The weirdie. He's so popular with the teachers.
Next week we have the start of school pep fest and the marching band gets to play! I hope they let me play my solo! That would make my entire life! Ahhh!! (I'm saying "Ahh!!" so much today.) Piccolo just makes my entire life. All the time. So wonderful!
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Perfect....?
Yesterday, someone told me that my life is perfect. Hmm. I don't know..... I guess I've never thought about it before. I mean, how do you define perfect? What kind of variables go in to this equation? I think it's probably a little bit more difficult than a simple 2 + 2 = 4 kind of thing. It's more like a giant word problem filled with triangles and letters and possibly a juice box. (I might explain that later. But don't get your hopes up.) But I want to examine why someone who only sees and knows me in certain situations and areas of my life would come to the conclusion that a highly flawed being like myself has a perfect life.
Maybe this person was referring to the fact that I generally have an intact family life. Lots of people struggle with internal family matters all the time, but me, I just get to lay back and say, "Hey! Look at my family! We all mostly like each other!" So I'll give this person that. But how would they know that? It's not like I broadcast my personal life to near strangers! Maybe they can read my mind.....
I can't imagine that this person thinks that I'M perfect. Not to overstep my bounds as a blog writer, but I'll tell you that my fingers are very crooked. I can't even put them together! I think it's from playing the flute, but my mom said this probably wouldn't happen. But she doesn't play the flute. And her fingers aren't crooked. So logic would dictate a certain conclusion. Oh well. Also, my eyebrows and eyelashes are slowly turning white. It's like I'm going prematurely gray at 17!!
AND! And my juice box drinking skills are very very poor! (I told you I might explain.) See, every time I have a delicious juice box, the straw will never come off the box. So half the time, I tear a hole in the box before I even start! Then, if I manage to remove the straw, I can't get it out of the wrapper. I don't know about you, but I can't magically absorb juice through plastic. And if I manage to get the straw out, almost without fail, I stab it through the back of the box. Then we have to whole mess of juice spraying everywhere all over again. So sad.
Yes. This is moving away from actual life imperfections. But those are the fun ones. However, I've been told I talk in my sleep. I know I do. I'd be embarrassed if I ever remembered what I'd said. But talking in your sleep opens up a whole new realm of your life. If you ever want to know something personal about someone, creepily watch them sleep and hope they start babbling. What if I recorded what I said in my sleep? How much would I learn about myself?
Also, I'm quite terrible at geometry. It's because I can't draw triangles. I'll leave it at that. Use your imagination.
So really. Just because your life is absent of terrible, terrible problems, it doesn't mean it's perfect. Someone somewhere probably said something to the affect of, "Nothing's perfect." But how do we know something's imperfect if we've never experienced perfection? What if perfection doesn't mean what everyone thinks it means? We should change our definition of perfect to something more realist. Something simple. Everyone could get to pick their own definition. I'd pick something like, "Perfect is orange." So, anything that is orange is now perfect. So that means that my life is pretty perfect because I have a lot of orange things. Excellent.
Maybe this person was referring to the fact that I generally have an intact family life. Lots of people struggle with internal family matters all the time, but me, I just get to lay back and say, "Hey! Look at my family! We all mostly like each other!" So I'll give this person that. But how would they know that? It's not like I broadcast my personal life to near strangers! Maybe they can read my mind.....
I can't imagine that this person thinks that I'M perfect. Not to overstep my bounds as a blog writer, but I'll tell you that my fingers are very crooked. I can't even put them together! I think it's from playing the flute, but my mom said this probably wouldn't happen. But she doesn't play the flute. And her fingers aren't crooked. So logic would dictate a certain conclusion. Oh well. Also, my eyebrows and eyelashes are slowly turning white. It's like I'm going prematurely gray at 17!!
AND! And my juice box drinking skills are very very poor! (I told you I might explain.) See, every time I have a delicious juice box, the straw will never come off the box. So half the time, I tear a hole in the box before I even start! Then, if I manage to remove the straw, I can't get it out of the wrapper. I don't know about you, but I can't magically absorb juice through plastic. And if I manage to get the straw out, almost without fail, I stab it through the back of the box. Then we have to whole mess of juice spraying everywhere all over again. So sad.
Yes. This is moving away from actual life imperfections. But those are the fun ones. However, I've been told I talk in my sleep. I know I do. I'd be embarrassed if I ever remembered what I'd said. But talking in your sleep opens up a whole new realm of your life. If you ever want to know something personal about someone, creepily watch them sleep and hope they start babbling. What if I recorded what I said in my sleep? How much would I learn about myself?
Also, I'm quite terrible at geometry. It's because I can't draw triangles. I'll leave it at that. Use your imagination.
So really. Just because your life is absent of terrible, terrible problems, it doesn't mean it's perfect. Someone somewhere probably said something to the affect of, "Nothing's perfect." But how do we know something's imperfect if we've never experienced perfection? What if perfection doesn't mean what everyone thinks it means? We should change our definition of perfect to something more realist. Something simple. Everyone could get to pick their own definition. I'd pick something like, "Perfect is orange." So, anything that is orange is now perfect. So that means that my life is pretty perfect because I have a lot of orange things. Excellent.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Random Thoughts 3
Look at that!!! It's actually a Sunday when I actually have time to write stuff about stuff that I care about (AKA: Random Thoughts Day!!) See, usually, I have time to write something, but it would only be a short little amount of stuff, not nearly enough to fill an entire post! But Sunday is my designated random thoughts day! That's so great!!
In July, we (the marching band) went to Washington DC! We marched in the Independence Day parade! It was the most people who've watched us perform I've ever seen. It was an incredible experience. But that only took like three hours. So we went sight seeing the rest of the time. My friends Mr and Mi told me that they have a secret mission planned for me. But I don't get to know what it is. I have a guess, but I'm not going to tell you in case I'm wrong. That would be embarrassing!
I got a new watch this week. It's orange. Which is awesome. Because orange is the best color. Unless we're talking about food, but that's a different story. Be patient, my friend. Anyway, even though it's orange, that's not the coolest part. The coolest part is that it only tells the time if you press the center! It makes me feel like a spy! A really obvious spy, but oh well.
Speaking of food, green food is the best. No. Not vegetables. Although some of those are good. But green food as in green M&Ms and green gummy bears and green Skittles and whatever else you can think of that's green and unhealthy. Some people might say they taste the same, but they actually don't. If you truly believe, you can taste the subtle differences in awesomeness.
A week or so ago, I went to my friend R's cabin with her family. She also had M and P over to there. It was a lot of fun! But it was a little chilly and it poured when we were taking a boat to the cabin-y part. And we could see our breath in our cabin. So there was that. But the rest of it was a ton of fun!! However, when I got in the car, my friends said that they had a secret mission planned for me. Sound familiar? I'm pretty sure that the mission was to get me to like country music. Because my friends are frightened by my taste in music. But I'm frightened by country!! It's so..... jittery!!
But. Don't judge me. On my Spotify radio I'm listening to country right now. But it's ONLY because I heard a song that I liked a really long time ago and I'm trying to find it again. That's all. Nothing more.
My friend Mr and I talk a lot on Facebook. We talk about lots of stuff. But we also make up words. Words like, gergeorgeygeegobgob. Yes. That's the best one, maybe. So now I'm going to write her a secret message. Feel free to skip over this part. Unless you can figure out our secret code. (Just kidding. There isn't a code!) Morstufo Gergeorgeygeegobgob! I hope you're having a qillooqoo day! Some days I feel like I'm berfjijr way to early. But I guess that's only when my day has been eachioly. Sometimes you zanawow things that no one understands. I have to wash my eeknin before we do kklomplen tomorrow. You're so zimllii and I find that very aktmiet. I hope we can jieltem soon! Bye!!
I started watching the TV show, Fringe. I really like it. Except the main actress is from Australia in real life, but in the show, she's supposed to be from Florida! Sometimes, in very intense moments, her accent just throws things. But that's okay. I like it anyway.
I hope that was enough information for today! Because I'm tired. Berfjijr anyone?
In July, we (the marching band) went to Washington DC! We marched in the Independence Day parade! It was the most people who've watched us perform I've ever seen. It was an incredible experience. But that only took like three hours. So we went sight seeing the rest of the time. My friends Mr and Mi told me that they have a secret mission planned for me. But I don't get to know what it is. I have a guess, but I'm not going to tell you in case I'm wrong. That would be embarrassing!
I got a new watch this week. It's orange. Which is awesome. Because orange is the best color. Unless we're talking about food, but that's a different story. Be patient, my friend. Anyway, even though it's orange, that's not the coolest part. The coolest part is that it only tells the time if you press the center! It makes me feel like a spy! A really obvious spy, but oh well.
Speaking of food, green food is the best. No. Not vegetables. Although some of those are good. But green food as in green M&Ms and green gummy bears and green Skittles and whatever else you can think of that's green and unhealthy. Some people might say they taste the same, but they actually don't. If you truly believe, you can taste the subtle differences in awesomeness.
A week or so ago, I went to my friend R's cabin with her family. She also had M and P over to there. It was a lot of fun! But it was a little chilly and it poured when we were taking a boat to the cabin-y part. And we could see our breath in our cabin. So there was that. But the rest of it was a ton of fun!! However, when I got in the car, my friends said that they had a secret mission planned for me. Sound familiar? I'm pretty sure that the mission was to get me to like country music. Because my friends are frightened by my taste in music. But I'm frightened by country!! It's so..... jittery!!
But. Don't judge me. On my Spotify radio I'm listening to country right now. But it's ONLY because I heard a song that I liked a really long time ago and I'm trying to find it again. That's all. Nothing more.
My friend Mr and I talk a lot on Facebook. We talk about lots of stuff. But we also make up words. Words like, gergeorgeygeegobgob. Yes. That's the best one, maybe. So now I'm going to write her a secret message. Feel free to skip over this part. Unless you can figure out our secret code. (Just kidding. There isn't a code!) Morstufo Gergeorgeygeegobgob! I hope you're having a qillooqoo day! Some days I feel like I'm berfjijr way to early. But I guess that's only when my day has been eachioly. Sometimes you zanawow things that no one understands. I have to wash my eeknin before we do kklomplen tomorrow. You're so zimllii and I find that very aktmiet. I hope we can jieltem soon! Bye!!
I started watching the TV show, Fringe. I really like it. Except the main actress is from Australia in real life, but in the show, she's supposed to be from Florida! Sometimes, in very intense moments, her accent just throws things. But that's okay. I like it anyway.
I hope that was enough information for today! Because I'm tired. Berfjijr anyone?
Monday, June 17, 2013
Excuses....
Okay! So.... I haven't written anything in over a month. But you know what? I think I have a pretty good excuse.
Do you understand the completeness of my busyness? I don't think anyone really does. Marching band, driving peoples around, studying for tests, visiting colleges, how much more stuff could I do? Maybe that doesn't sound like a lot, but when you add up all the individual things that I do for all the large things that I do, it makes a lot. Did that make sense at all? Hmmm...
First, marching band. Ahhh. It's so lovely. However, we have some new staffing and changes going on, and I'm still not sure about it. The new director guy is pretty strict. He used to teach percussion, which I guess is more demanding, but now he's in charge of everyone, so I think he should adjust his ways. Or maybe we should adjust ours. But there're a whole lot more of us than there is of him. Or we could go back to the way it was before.
Last parade, our drum major was gone, because he went to Boys State (which he said was amazing). But we just marched around a parade without a director. THEN! The terrible part happened. The important guys decided that I should go up and get the award....!!! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GET AWARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, it was so terrifying. On the other hand, I learned that drum majors don't care what place the band gets because they're focusing too much on their salute. But I survived. So it was okay.
Then, I got my license. That means I can drive myself to things. But in reality, it means I can drive other people to all their things. So, there's that.
Have I mentioned before that I took three AP tests this year? Well, I did. Now I have to wait until July to see what I got. Everything is so "Hurry up, and wait." Yeah, that's what it is.
Finally, and most recently, I went to visit a college!! Luther College in Decorah, Iowa. It's pretty far away. And if you ever go, I have some advice. First, don't drive to Iowa in a car with no air conditioning. In June. When it's 87 degrees. This is actually for two reasons: Obviously, it's hot. But also, then you have to drive with the windows down if you don't want to boil, and then you have to smell all the cows. Not that I don't like cows, I just don't appreciate their scents.
But Luther was really really incredible. Maybe because it's the first college I visited, I don't know, but I liked it a lot. I hope I have the chance to go there, but it's a teensy tinsy bit expensive. Ha ha.
So that's what I was doing. A whole month worth of stuff, right there. How exciting!!
Do you understand the completeness of my busyness? I don't think anyone really does. Marching band, driving peoples around, studying for tests, visiting colleges, how much more stuff could I do? Maybe that doesn't sound like a lot, but when you add up all the individual things that I do for all the large things that I do, it makes a lot. Did that make sense at all? Hmmm...
First, marching band. Ahhh. It's so lovely. However, we have some new staffing and changes going on, and I'm still not sure about it. The new director guy is pretty strict. He used to teach percussion, which I guess is more demanding, but now he's in charge of everyone, so I think he should adjust his ways. Or maybe we should adjust ours. But there're a whole lot more of us than there is of him. Or we could go back to the way it was before.
Last parade, our drum major was gone, because he went to Boys State (which he said was amazing). But we just marched around a parade without a director. THEN! The terrible part happened. The important guys decided that I should go up and get the award....!!! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GET AWARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, it was so terrifying. On the other hand, I learned that drum majors don't care what place the band gets because they're focusing too much on their salute. But I survived. So it was okay.
Then, I got my license. That means I can drive myself to things. But in reality, it means I can drive other people to all their things. So, there's that.
Have I mentioned before that I took three AP tests this year? Well, I did. Now I have to wait until July to see what I got. Everything is so "Hurry up, and wait." Yeah, that's what it is.
Finally, and most recently, I went to visit a college!! Luther College in Decorah, Iowa. It's pretty far away. And if you ever go, I have some advice. First, don't drive to Iowa in a car with no air conditioning. In June. When it's 87 degrees. This is actually for two reasons: Obviously, it's hot. But also, then you have to drive with the windows down if you don't want to boil, and then you have to smell all the cows. Not that I don't like cows, I just don't appreciate their scents.
But Luther was really really incredible. Maybe because it's the first college I visited, I don't know, but I liked it a lot. I hope I have the chance to go there, but it's a teensy tinsy bit expensive. Ha ha.
So that's what I was doing. A whole month worth of stuff, right there. How exciting!!
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Why I Didn't Get Ice Cream
Ahhh!! Do you understand how not okay this weather is?!?!? It's May. And not even the beginning of May, the middle of May!! And I had to go out and march in the wind. I like marching band, but this was ridiculous. When we started outside, it was nice-ish. But very very soon, it became windy. And then it started to hail. While we were running. That's not fun. So we went inside. It's quite difficult to play the piccolo with the wind whipping over your face. Just so you know.
Yesterday, I had two AP tests. TWO! That's like six hours of pure evil. Although they weren't really as bad as I thought they were going to be. I'm legally not supposed to discuss anything about them. Apparently they're afraid of cheaters. But that's not me. I'm always very honest. Hee hee! Anyway, these tests were done at about 3:30, and then I had to wait for 45 minuets to get picked up. There was a lot of construction. While I waited, I texted my friend P's boyfriend from her phone. I mentioned random things. Like turtles. Of course. And mooses. No, it's not just moose. Please don't correct me. At least I didn't say meese.
Apparently my English teacher gave my class ice cream after the AP test yesterday. But the five of us who had to take two tests didn't get ice cream! How unfair is that!????? AHHHHH!!!!
Yesterday, I had two AP tests. TWO! That's like six hours of pure evil. Although they weren't really as bad as I thought they were going to be. I'm legally not supposed to discuss anything about them. Apparently they're afraid of cheaters. But that's not me. I'm always very honest. Hee hee! Anyway, these tests were done at about 3:30, and then I had to wait for 45 minuets to get picked up. There was a lot of construction. While I waited, I texted my friend P's boyfriend from her phone. I mentioned random things. Like turtles. Of course. And mooses. No, it's not just moose. Please don't correct me. At least I didn't say meese.
Apparently my English teacher gave my class ice cream after the AP test yesterday. But the five of us who had to take two tests didn't get ice cream! How unfair is that!????? AHHHHH!!!!
Monday, May 6, 2013
What I Want
I apologize. But I feel angry and bitter and selfish today. So I'm going to make a list of all the things I want.
1. Dinner. (I think it's lasagna)
2. A best friend.
3. To pass my Euro test.
4. To pass my English test.
5. To pass my Stats test.
6. To pass my Driver's test.
7. To be an awesome piccolo player.
8. To go to marching band.
9. Someone to give me flowers.
10. A song that makes me feel happy.
11. A song that makes me cry.
12. A giant turtle.
13. To speak Spanish fluently.
14. To fall in love.
15. To see Iron Man 3.
16. To have people value me.
17. To travel to some place exciting.
18. To go to college.
19. To not have to go to college.
20. To not be a selfish person.
21. To learn how to do chemistry.
22. To be a good singer.
23. To rid the world of cancer.
24. To adopt a kid from somewhere.
25. To learn sign language.
26. To not have a list this long.
Okay. That's all. All I can think of, anyway. And really, this should be enough, shouldn't it? It's sad because I feel like all of those things will make me happy. Oh. I forgot one.
27. To be happy.
If nothing else on that list happens, then maybe I can just learn to be happy....
1. Dinner. (I think it's lasagna)
2. A best friend.
3. To pass my Euro test.
4. To pass my English test.
5. To pass my Stats test.
6. To pass my Driver's test.
7. To be an awesome piccolo player.
8. To go to marching band.
9. Someone to give me flowers.
10. A song that makes me feel happy.
11. A song that makes me cry.
12. A giant turtle.
13. To speak Spanish fluently.
14. To fall in love.
15. To see Iron Man 3.
16. To have people value me.
17. To travel to some place exciting.
18. To go to college.
19. To not have to go to college.
20. To not be a selfish person.
21. To learn how to do chemistry.
22. To be a good singer.
23. To rid the world of cancer.
24. To adopt a kid from somewhere.
25. To learn sign language.
26. To not have a list this long.
Okay. That's all. All I can think of, anyway. And really, this should be enough, shouldn't it? It's sad because I feel like all of those things will make me happy. Oh. I forgot one.
27. To be happy.
If nothing else on that list happens, then maybe I can just learn to be happy....
Friday, April 26, 2013
Prom?
So.... Today was Prom. Now. You might ask, "Did you go to Prom?" No. No I did not. Who wants to get all dressed up and wear odd dresses and have to get your nails done and sit forever while having your hair elaborately braided and then not be able to walk because you're wearing six inch heels? Not me! No way, Jose.
Ha. Well, maybe I wanted to go to Prom just a little bit. Maybe. And not too much.
But since it was Prom, a lot of girlssnuck sneeked got out of class early to go do their hair and dress all fancy. The school has a rule that you can't go unless you've been in three classes of the five, so after third hour, there was a mass exodus of hyper teenage girls who miraculously had dentists appointments all at the same time. (There aren't even that many dentists in this city!) So my last two classes didn't have too many people. Which I was okay with. It was a nice break.
Since, I didn't go to Prom, I did other exciting things. I went to my friend M's house and her father made the most delicious chicken I have ever tasted. And I'm pretty much the equivalent of a chicken snob. So that means it's good. Then my other friend R came over. We walked M's dog around her neighborhood and tried in general to be annoyances to her neighbors. Which was way more fun than Prom.
It was so nice out today! I was so glad that I could finally go for a walk. Compared to last Friday's snow day, this is quite amazing. I hope it stays like this forever. At least until I don't want it to.
Oh, and one last thing. "You have my permission to idolize me." --Family Circus
Ha. Well, maybe I wanted to go to Prom just a little bit. Maybe. And not too much.
But since it was Prom, a lot of girls
Since, I didn't go to Prom, I did other exciting things. I went to my friend M's house and her father made the most delicious chicken I have ever tasted. And I'm pretty much the equivalent of a chicken snob. So that means it's good. Then my other friend R came over. We walked M's dog around her neighborhood and tried in general to be annoyances to her neighbors. Which was way more fun than Prom.
It was so nice out today! I was so glad that I could finally go for a walk. Compared to last Friday's snow day, this is quite amazing. I hope it stays like this forever. At least until I don't want it to.
Oh, and one last thing. "You have my permission to idolize me." --Family Circus
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Random Thoughts 2
Hey! Maybe we could start a tradition!!
Okay, first, I am extremely frustrated. I have to write a biology lab report and it's due tomorrow. Which is fine. Because I'm done. But there's this kid in my group who went through and changed all the words in my parts that I had finished to words that were less descriptive/exciting. Like he changes "yielded" to "showed." Why would someone do that?! But he wasn't even done with his part and I have to go through and fix all the things he hasn't done by now. GRRRR!!!
I just realized that when I'm mad, my typing gets really terrible. I had to correct myself like twelve times in that last paragraph. Ugh!
I got a new app this week. Well, it's actually, I got two new apps this week. But one of them is less exciting. It's called something like "Ice Cream Jump" I think. It's such a rip off of Doodle Jump, but I like it because it's ice cream. And it's cute. Because the ice cream wears a bow. The second game I got is called Plague Inc. You basically try to destroy humanity. It's awesome. My friend S introduced me to it. Now I'm slightly addicted. Thanks, S.
We had a snow day last Friday. Yes, in April. No, I was not excited. Just because it's Minnesota does not mean it is allowed to snow! Plus, I was going to do important things at school and it's going to mess up this entire week. I was going to eat donuts on Friday while reviewing for my AP European History test. They were actually going to be bismarks. To celebrate Otto von Bismarck. Uniter of Germany, and absolutist king-ish guy. But not anymore.
I think they're going to announce drum major tomorrow. I hope everyone doesn't die.
I found this cool online academy thing that teaches you lots of stuff. It's called Khan Academy and you can watch videos and do problems of things you're learning or you can learn new things! I was disappointed, though, because it doesn't have Spanish. And I really need to learn more Spanish.
I really want a giant turtle. I think I might have said this before, but it obviously hasn't happened yet, so I should reiterate it. Giant turtle. For Jen. Now. Please and thank you.
I feel like playing the flute. Unfortunately, I left my flute at school, because I didn't know there was going to be a snow day. So now I can't play it. And we have a concert tomorrow. In which I have a solo. And my friend-enemy K will laugh at me.
I think that's enough random thoughts for one Sunday....
Okay, first, I am extremely frustrated. I have to write a biology lab report and it's due tomorrow. Which is fine. Because I'm done. But there's this kid in my group who went through and changed all the words in my parts that I had finished to words that were less descriptive/exciting. Like he changes "yielded" to "showed." Why would someone do that?! But he wasn't even done with his part and I have to go through and fix all the things he hasn't done by now. GRRRR!!!
I just realized that when I'm mad, my typing gets really terrible. I had to correct myself like twelve times in that last paragraph. Ugh!
I got a new app this week. Well, it's actually, I got two new apps this week. But one of them is less exciting. It's called something like "Ice Cream Jump" I think. It's such a rip off of Doodle Jump, but I like it because it's ice cream. And it's cute. Because the ice cream wears a bow. The second game I got is called Plague Inc. You basically try to destroy humanity. It's awesome. My friend S introduced me to it. Now I'm slightly addicted. Thanks, S.
We had a snow day last Friday. Yes, in April. No, I was not excited. Just because it's Minnesota does not mean it is allowed to snow! Plus, I was going to do important things at school and it's going to mess up this entire week. I was going to eat donuts on Friday while reviewing for my AP European History test. They were actually going to be bismarks. To celebrate Otto von Bismarck. Uniter of Germany, and absolutist king-ish guy. But not anymore.
I think they're going to announce drum major tomorrow. I hope everyone doesn't die.
I found this cool online academy thing that teaches you lots of stuff. It's called Khan Academy and you can watch videos and do problems of things you're learning or you can learn new things! I was disappointed, though, because it doesn't have Spanish. And I really need to learn more Spanish.
I really want a giant turtle. I think I might have said this before, but it obviously hasn't happened yet, so I should reiterate it. Giant turtle. For Jen. Now. Please and thank you.
I feel like playing the flute. Unfortunately, I left my flute at school, because I didn't know there was going to be a snow day. So now I can't play it. And we have a concert tomorrow. In which I have a solo. And my friend-enemy K will laugh at me.
I think that's enough random thoughts for one Sunday....
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Families
You know what's great? Family. Because you can be practically eating each others' faces off, and then you can come back in an hour and know that they won't hold anything against you ever. My family is lovely. Of course, we have our little skirmishes, of course we do. But the vast majority of the time, we get along like little angels. Or angel-devils. Like my friend-enemy K. But that's a different story.
My family always makes an effort to eat dinner together, which I think is very impressive, considering how many things we have going on in my house. But lots of families only eat together once every eon or so, so I feel very lucky. We always have lively "discussions" at dinner that everyone participates in, from my youngest brother who's 8 to my dad who's 46. I say "discussions" because for my brothers' boy scouts, we have to have family discussions about... weird things. So these discussions are just normal things. I mean, if you count paradoxical theories and song lyrics as normal.
Another thing my family does is throw things. We pretty much throw everything. Well, I guess my mom doesn't, but she doesn't stop us from throwing things either. My dad credits himself with our fast reflexes. Which we developed after having salt canisters thrown at our heads. Today, Dad was trying to annoy my brother D, and he threw a little box of push-pins at him. But D doesn't like it when things are thrown at him, and he batted the box away with a Lincoln Log toy. And the pins spilled all over the place. It was hilarious. And dangerous. Don't do that at home.
Families kind of do a bunch of weird, quirky things to each other. But I guess that's what makes us who were are. Why will I never be able to say, "And do you know why?" without someone shouting out, "Because I had my tray table up! And my seat back in the full upright position!" ? Because I have a family. Which is wonderful.
My family always makes an effort to eat dinner together, which I think is very impressive, considering how many things we have going on in my house. But lots of families only eat together once every eon or so, so I feel very lucky. We always have lively "discussions" at dinner that everyone participates in, from my youngest brother who's 8 to my dad who's 46. I say "discussions" because for my brothers' boy scouts, we have to have family discussions about... weird things. So these discussions are just normal things. I mean, if you count paradoxical theories and song lyrics as normal.
Another thing my family does is throw things. We pretty much throw everything. Well, I guess my mom doesn't, but she doesn't stop us from throwing things either. My dad credits himself with our fast reflexes. Which we developed after having salt canisters thrown at our heads. Today, Dad was trying to annoy my brother D, and he threw a little box of push-pins at him. But D doesn't like it when things are thrown at him, and he batted the box away with a Lincoln Log toy. And the pins spilled all over the place. It was hilarious. And dangerous. Don't do that at home.
Families kind of do a bunch of weird, quirky things to each other. But I guess that's what makes us who were are. Why will I never be able to say, "And do you know why?" without someone shouting out, "Because I had my tray table up! And my seat back in the full upright position!" ? Because I have a family. Which is wonderful.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Random Thoughts
I'd just like to start out saying that this post is going to be a bunch of random thoughts all jumbled together. Just a fair warning.
First, I want everyone to know that I'm wearing socks with pigs on them. Not just sewn into the fabric, but actual 3-D pigs. With tails and noses and ears. They're kind of lovely.
Then, I should be doing something entirely different right now. I should be writing my English essay or a biology lab report on guppies. But I suppose I'd rather be writing about things that I enjoy. Like socks!
This week I auditioned for drum major for my school's marching band. I was reluctant at first because who would want to give up playing an instrument as awesome as the piccolo? I certainly wouldn't. But I got so much support from other band members that I just went for it. And the interview was quite good, if I say so myself. Everyone, including myself, was concerned about the other drum major candidates, because they'd probably scare people away. Some of them would be okay, I guess, but others not so much.
Now, if you'd like to read a book that is simply outstanding, you should read The Storyteller by Jodi Picoult. I think this is my favorite book by her ever. It's so sad and happy and moving and thought-provoking and incredible and sob-inducing--if you like that kind of stuff. And after you read it, you should go out and read all the other books by her.
I just started reading a different book, and I don't know if I'm going to like it. So far the first chapter has consisted of a guy complaining about his life and swearing every-other word. I don't mind swearing when it has meaning, but I think incessant use throws that meaning away. So we'll see.
My little brother drew me a picture of a giant turtle, because he knows how much I love giant turtles. I'm going to tape it to my school binder so everyone can see my new turtle pet. I'm open to name suggestions, although odds are that I'm going to end up choosing a random name no one suggested to me. But you can always try.
My other little brother (who's actually 6 inches taller than me and 100 pounds heavier) baked cupcakes today. Ha ha. Yes. A weird, tall kids baked cupcakes. But they were quite delicious. He even let me help him frost them. And for that courtesy, I frosted his arm.
Cue end of random thoughts day.
First, I want everyone to know that I'm wearing socks with pigs on them. Not just sewn into the fabric, but actual 3-D pigs. With tails and noses and ears. They're kind of lovely.
Then, I should be doing something entirely different right now. I should be writing my English essay or a biology lab report on guppies. But I suppose I'd rather be writing about things that I enjoy. Like socks!
This week I auditioned for drum major for my school's marching band. I was reluctant at first because who would want to give up playing an instrument as awesome as the piccolo? I certainly wouldn't. But I got so much support from other band members that I just went for it. And the interview was quite good, if I say so myself. Everyone, including myself, was concerned about the other drum major candidates, because they'd probably scare people away. Some of them would be okay, I guess, but others not so much.
Now, if you'd like to read a book that is simply outstanding, you should read The Storyteller by Jodi Picoult. I think this is my favorite book by her ever. It's so sad and happy and moving and thought-provoking and incredible and sob-inducing--if you like that kind of stuff. And after you read it, you should go out and read all the other books by her.
I just started reading a different book, and I don't know if I'm going to like it. So far the first chapter has consisted of a guy complaining about his life and swearing every-other word. I don't mind swearing when it has meaning, but I think incessant use throws that meaning away. So we'll see.
My little brother drew me a picture of a giant turtle, because he knows how much I love giant turtles. I'm going to tape it to my school binder so everyone can see my new turtle pet. I'm open to name suggestions, although odds are that I'm going to end up choosing a random name no one suggested to me. But you can always try.
My other little brother (who's actually 6 inches taller than me and 100 pounds heavier) baked cupcakes today. Ha ha. Yes. A weird, tall kids baked cupcakes. But they were quite delicious. He even let me help him frost them. And for that courtesy, I frosted his arm.
Cue end of random thoughts day.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Good People
Wow.
I'm always amazed at the constant human goodness that I find everywhere. I just found out that a boy from my school died in a crash. It was literally a minute ago that I found out. But people have been posting on his Facebook page for hours upon hours. I didn't know him, and I don't know how many people knew him, but he's obviously touched some lives while he was here.
I'm always sad when people die, especially young people. But I find it even more sad when I see all the people who will miss him. He's apparently lived a good life and been a good friend, and I know that he'll be missed by many. His family will be in my thoughts.
I'm always amazed at the constant human goodness that I find everywhere. I just found out that a boy from my school died in a crash. It was literally a minute ago that I found out. But people have been posting on his Facebook page for hours upon hours. I didn't know him, and I don't know how many people knew him, but he's obviously touched some lives while he was here.
I'm always sad when people die, especially young people. But I find it even more sad when I see all the people who will miss him. He's apparently lived a good life and been a good friend, and I know that he'll be missed by many. His family will be in my thoughts.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Driving and a Little Banjo Music
Hi! Today is going to be a day of relaxation. (Finally!)
This weekend has been quite busy, from stupid Solo&Ensemble to AMAZING orchestra benefit concerts, and I've had little downtime. But now! Here it comes.
I've been trying to get my license for a while now. And it's more difficult than you might think. First, you have to be 16. Which I am. But my birthday is in July which means I'm a youngin'! Second, you have to be willing to drive. Which was not me for the first 15 months that I had my permit. But now, I'm ready to go! Third, you have to be able to park. AHHH! This is where I begin to have troubles. Parking? Okay, parallel parking I can see that you might use at some point in your life. But having to back into a parking spot from 90 degrees? I'm failing to see the point of it. But I have to go practice it so I can become a legal driver. Which is exciting.
After that, I guess I'm going shopping with my mother. Which I requested to do. I need a dress for band, for a concert that we do in May. But I really don't like shopping for clothes. It always makes me feel so terrible about myself. You can't fit into a size negative 4? We have no clothes for you! It's quite unfair to people who are normal sized. But who knows. Maybe Mom will buy me ice cream!
Finally, I'd just like to mention something weird. At lunch this past week, my friends and I were talking about weird banjo music, like Mumford and Sons. I said that I couldn't stand their music, which I can't. So my friend R sent me a bunch banjo-ish music. And I decided I like it. That can only mean one thing: Mumford and Sons is ridiculous. But the music she sent me is by Crooked Still. You should look them up. It's a nice change from rap. Or Bruno Mars. Whatever.
Alright! I hope you have a mostly wonderful day. Not too wonderful, because then it would surpass mine and I am quite selfish. Maybe.
This weekend has been quite busy, from stupid Solo&Ensemble to AMAZING orchestra benefit concerts, and I've had little downtime. But now! Here it comes.
I've been trying to get my license for a while now. And it's more difficult than you might think. First, you have to be 16. Which I am. But my birthday is in July which means I'm a youngin'! Second, you have to be willing to drive. Which was not me for the first 15 months that I had my permit. But now, I'm ready to go! Third, you have to be able to park. AHHH! This is where I begin to have troubles. Parking? Okay, parallel parking I can see that you might use at some point in your life. But having to back into a parking spot from 90 degrees? I'm failing to see the point of it. But I have to go practice it so I can become a legal driver. Which is exciting.
After that, I guess I'm going shopping with my mother. Which I requested to do. I need a dress for band, for a concert that we do in May. But I really don't like shopping for clothes. It always makes me feel so terrible about myself. You can't fit into a size negative 4? We have no clothes for you! It's quite unfair to people who are normal sized. But who knows. Maybe Mom will buy me ice cream!
Finally, I'd just like to mention something weird. At lunch this past week, my friends and I were talking about weird banjo music, like Mumford and Sons. I said that I couldn't stand their music, which I can't. So my friend R sent me a bunch banjo-ish music. And I decided I like it. That can only mean one thing: Mumford and Sons is ridiculous. But the music she sent me is by Crooked Still. You should look them up. It's a nice change from rap. Or Bruno Mars. Whatever.
Alright! I hope you have a mostly wonderful day. Not too wonderful, because then it would surpass mine and I am quite selfish. Maybe.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Ahhh!! Life!!!!
Hi! And that's as much of an introduction that you're going to get. Because I'm too lazy to explain to you who I am. But! Just wait! You can learn more by reading this odd, odd thing!!
So, today, I have to go to something called Solo&Ensemble. It's a contest for small groups of musicians and they go play a beautiful song for a judge. Ha. Beautiful. Yeah... about that. Our song isn't that beautiful. Perhaps it's because we've only practiced for a tiny bit, or because some of the people insist that they know how to play what they don't know how to play. But hopefully we won't do that terribly. Our French Horn player is quite amazing.
We're playing a song called "Sabre Dance" by some guy whose name starts with a K. I think it's Khahaahhachucha or something like that. But probably not. It's a really good song and you should go listen to it sometime. Look up the version by James Gallway. He's a great flute player.
Another thing about this contest: you have to dress presentably. And I do dress presentably all the time. No odd colored hair or tattoos for me! But when people say presentably, I guess they also mean that you have to wear matching socks. That's kind of a deal breaker for me. What? I can't wear one sock with butterflies and one sock with stars? I won't come. Except this is part of our grade. So I'll just have to deal with it. Matching socks it is then. Blech!
Alright. I'm leaving now! Wish me luck!
So, today, I have to go to something called Solo&Ensemble. It's a contest for small groups of musicians and they go play a beautiful song for a judge. Ha. Beautiful. Yeah... about that. Our song isn't that beautiful. Perhaps it's because we've only practiced for a tiny bit, or because some of the people insist that they know how to play what they don't know how to play. But hopefully we won't do that terribly. Our French Horn player is quite amazing.
We're playing a song called "Sabre Dance" by some guy whose name starts with a K. I think it's Khahaahhachucha or something like that. But probably not. It's a really good song and you should go listen to it sometime. Look up the version by James Gallway. He's a great flute player.
Another thing about this contest: you have to dress presentably. And I do dress presentably all the time. No odd colored hair or tattoos for me! But when people say presentably, I guess they also mean that you have to wear matching socks. That's kind of a deal breaker for me. What? I can't wear one sock with butterflies and one sock with stars? I won't come. Except this is part of our grade. So I'll just have to deal with it. Matching socks it is then. Blech!
Alright. I'm leaving now! Wish me luck!
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