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!
Monday, August 26, 2013
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?
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