The freedom to blog whenever I want. I like that.
That, unfortunately, can also be the downside to the end of BEDA.
Why you might ask?
You have more time to compose your thoughts so you do not ramble.
Now, don’t get me wrong, for some people (namely me) our ramblings just come out boring and narrative in an uncreative way.
But for some people who ask the bigger questions and are trying to get more out of what they are blogging about, it’s a good thing to have them ramble.
If someone really makes you think it is good to hear both their complete thoughts so you can take out of them what you want, but also to hear their incomplete thoughts.
This comes from two different areas.
One, you can help them finish the thought or work through something they weren’t having much luck with before.
And two, if they only write down about half of their own theory on something you have never thought about it leaves room for you to interpret it yourself and add what you want onto the end of it.
It becomes more of an interactive thought than one that was just handed to you.
It becomes your thought, your theory. You don’t have to say, “Well I read this thing and it said”. No. You finished the thought yourself. Maybe what your read gave you the foundation for thinking, but you completed the thought yourself.
It’s yours.
You own it and you can change it whenever you would like.
Apart from that, random ramblings give you a better look at the person you’re talking to.
It’s like reading a rough draft instead of a final paper.
It makes them slightly less perfect and a little more tangible.
They’re a real person trying to work out ideas just like you are.
They don’t have all of the answers. No one does, but what they have come to conclusions on have been well thought through and revised a few times.
So thank you people with real thoughts and theories.
And I just want to say I don’t mind when you ramble, it’s good for my thought process.
(ha, i'm adding this at exactly 11:59 in my time zone, i'm good. even thought it really doesn't matter any more. I like to live on the very edge.)
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Last Day Blues (or fatigue, whatever) (Day 30)
THE LAST DAY OF BEDA!?!?!?!
And I’m sick.
This freaking sucks.
And it’s not like I’m swine flu sick or anything
I just haven’t slept in a good 2 weeks and my body is starting to feel the stress of it
So I can’t really afford to write anything sentimental or funny or…anything.
And I feel really awful about it
But I must think of my health
I need some sleep or I’m going to go insane, and the last time I went insane I ended up having to change my name and move towns, and I’m just not in the mood for that this year.
I like my friends.
Or there was the time where I was convinced they were all werewolves.
It’s not my fault; the Ginger Snaps does things to me.
On a side note, if it comes down to you or me, I’m going to be the last one standing
I feel that it is only fair to tell everyone this.
I have already informed my sister, the one with the most to worry about.
So if you happen to turn into a werewolf and think, “hmm, who won’t fight back…WAIT! That chick from Minnesota, she’s like easy prey!”
You would be wrong, I actually (and in all reality) have a knife with a 10 inch blade that is sharpened and waiting for the revolution.
You may think you’re catching me off guard, but, and again, for future knowledge and in all fairness, I will be ready for you.
And I will not show mercy
I’m stronger than Brigitte.
I have more of a will to fight.
And I’m not stupid enough to mix blood with the lycanthrope in hopes that there is a cure. Wow. That was really…wow.
Moving off of the Ginger fixation…
I have had so much fun with blogging.
It’s a really great way to keep me happy and get ideas off my mind.
I think I will have to continue.
Less frequently of course.
I also think I will be taking an internet break for a little while.
After I get my vid to Teryn of course :)
Well, I just want to thank you all for this experience and leave you with something to laugh about:
• "Why get high when there are other ways to achieve a smug sense of superiority?
SARCASM--my anti-drug"
• "You're just jealous because the voices are talking to me!"
• "You're a great friend but if the zombies chase after us, I'm so tripping you."
• "Whoever said anything was possible obviously never tried slamming a revolving door."
• "I was going to take over the world, but I got distracted by something SPARKLY" (Hitler and that shiny new gun. What can you do)
• "If it weren't for physics and law enforcement, I'd be unstoppable"
• "Sorry I missed church. I was busy practicing witchcraft & becoming a lesbian" (It's funny how they put those two together)
• "Therapy is expensive. Poppin' bubble wrap is cheap!
....You choose."
And I’m sick.
This freaking sucks.
And it’s not like I’m swine flu sick or anything
I just haven’t slept in a good 2 weeks and my body is starting to feel the stress of it
So I can’t really afford to write anything sentimental or funny or…anything.
And I feel really awful about it
But I must think of my health
I need some sleep or I’m going to go insane, and the last time I went insane I ended up having to change my name and move towns, and I’m just not in the mood for that this year.
I like my friends.
Or there was the time where I was convinced they were all werewolves.
It’s not my fault; the Ginger Snaps does things to me.
On a side note, if it comes down to you or me, I’m going to be the last one standing
I feel that it is only fair to tell everyone this.
I have already informed my sister, the one with the most to worry about.
So if you happen to turn into a werewolf and think, “hmm, who won’t fight back…WAIT! That chick from Minnesota, she’s like easy prey!”
You would be wrong, I actually (and in all reality) have a knife with a 10 inch blade that is sharpened and waiting for the revolution.
You may think you’re catching me off guard, but, and again, for future knowledge and in all fairness, I will be ready for you.
And I will not show mercy
I’m stronger than Brigitte.
I have more of a will to fight.
And I’m not stupid enough to mix blood with the lycanthrope in hopes that there is a cure. Wow. That was really…wow.
Moving off of the Ginger fixation…
I have had so much fun with blogging.
It’s a really great way to keep me happy and get ideas off my mind.
I think I will have to continue.
Less frequently of course.
I also think I will be taking an internet break for a little while.
After I get my vid to Teryn of course :)
Well, I just want to thank you all for this experience and leave you with something to laugh about:
• "Why get high when there are other ways to achieve a smug sense of superiority?
SARCASM--my anti-drug"
• "You're just jealous because the voices are talking to me!"
• "You're a great friend but if the zombies chase after us, I'm so tripping you."
• "Whoever said anything was possible obviously never tried slamming a revolving door."
• "I was going to take over the world, but I got distracted by something SPARKLY" (Hitler and that shiny new gun. What can you do)
• "If it weren't for physics and law enforcement, I'd be unstoppable"
• "Sorry I missed church. I was busy practicing witchcraft & becoming a lesbian" (It's funny how they put those two together)
• "Therapy is expensive. Poppin' bubble wrap is cheap!
....You choose."
My love for BEDA and some Ramdon Words (Day 29)
The end of BEDA is in sight
I have mixed feelings on this subject.
For one you have the “YAY! I COMPLETED BEDA!”
But then you have the, “wait, I completED BEDA.”
I’m really going to miss it.
I’ve really come to enjoy sitting at my computer writing something every day.
It’s just who I am now.
It was a pain in the ass when I first started out. I had days where I didn’t want to write anything but I just got up and did it, which is more than I can say for countless homework assignments that were completed on the bus on my way to school.
Most people don’t get it but for us, this is a major accomplishment.
And even if you didn’t finish at least you tried. You put yourself out there and tried something new that is actually quite difficult.
Were all of my blogs pieces of sheer brilliance… NOT BY A LONG SHOT!
But they’re out there now.
There are a few people whose blogs I have read over the month that have always been meaningful, deep, or just plain hilarious. I don’t know how they did it; how they were so truthful and how the got out what they needed to say, but I really admire them. (You might know who you are, you might not. Subject yourself for a moment)
I have also made some really great friends through this project (that’s you my BEDA buddies) and learned more about some people who I’d talked to, but didn’t really know.
I’ve also found a better way to communicate with more awesome people than myspace.
Now my attitude is basically, send me an e-mail or join the Ning if you want to talk, otherwise come find me in person. (I also accept youtube but that just…too far fetched for some of my friends)
I have also been more active in the internet community instead of just being the creeper sitting there watching everyone else have fun. Which actually was okay, I liked it, but now I don’t have to if I don’t want to. I have options, one of the best ‘shuns’.
I have even retained the way I say BEDA.
I say Bay-duh.
Not Bee-duh
Not Bed-ah
I say Bay-duh and that’s the way I like it (also it sounds like Beta, an already recognized word, giving it some distinguishment and adding to why I say it that way. it has a word buddy)
What I’m trying to say is this has been a wonderful experience.
I have been happy all month.
And I think I’m serious about that. I always have something to look forward to. i don’t know how I would have gotten through the end of the year without you guys.
You make me laugh, think, and see different sides of things I never would have thought of.
You’re all so original and use such great grammar it really makes me feel at home.
If there is one community that is the most supportive, interactive, and awesome collectively I think it is this one. (don’t even fight me on the nerdfighter ning thing, this is so the alete of the nerdfighters, you know it and you just need to accept it)
Sorry, I can’t help it, I was just in the dictionary and I LOVE DICTIONARY SEARCHING!
Electra – daughter of Agamemnon; she plots to kill her mother
Electrolysis - the decomposition of an electrolyte by the action of an electrical current passing through it, the eradication of unwanted hair with an electrified needle.
Élan – spirited self-assurance, dash
Elephantine – like an elephant: huge, clumsy, etc.
Beast of burden – any animal used for carrying things (ha, my sister is a beast of burden)
Bawd – a person, esp. a woman, who keeps a brothel (is there where we got, “now that’s a hot bawd”)
Bazaar- a market place in the Middle East, a benefit sale for a church (those go together well)
Alfresco- outdoors
Ali Baba – a poor man who find the treasure of forty thieves (come on, they aren’t going to specify where it’s from, at all?)
Alligator pear- avocado
Pustule – a puss filled blister or pimple
Satyriasis - uncontrollable desire by a man for sexual intercourse (so there is a word for it)
I have mixed feelings on this subject.
For one you have the “YAY! I COMPLETED BEDA!”
But then you have the, “wait, I completED BEDA.”
I’m really going to miss it.
I’ve really come to enjoy sitting at my computer writing something every day.
It’s just who I am now.
It was a pain in the ass when I first started out. I had days where I didn’t want to write anything but I just got up and did it, which is more than I can say for countless homework assignments that were completed on the bus on my way to school.
Most people don’t get it but for us, this is a major accomplishment.
And even if you didn’t finish at least you tried. You put yourself out there and tried something new that is actually quite difficult.
Were all of my blogs pieces of sheer brilliance… NOT BY A LONG SHOT!
But they’re out there now.
There are a few people whose blogs I have read over the month that have always been meaningful, deep, or just plain hilarious. I don’t know how they did it; how they were so truthful and how the got out what they needed to say, but I really admire them. (You might know who you are, you might not. Subject yourself for a moment)
I have also made some really great friends through this project (that’s you my BEDA buddies) and learned more about some people who I’d talked to, but didn’t really know.
I’ve also found a better way to communicate with more awesome people than myspace.
Now my attitude is basically, send me an e-mail or join the Ning if you want to talk, otherwise come find me in person. (I also accept youtube but that just…too far fetched for some of my friends)
I have also been more active in the internet community instead of just being the creeper sitting there watching everyone else have fun. Which actually was okay, I liked it, but now I don’t have to if I don’t want to. I have options, one of the best ‘shuns’.
I have even retained the way I say BEDA.
I say Bay-duh.
Not Bee-duh
Not Bed-ah
I say Bay-duh and that’s the way I like it (also it sounds like Beta, an already recognized word, giving it some distinguishment and adding to why I say it that way. it has a word buddy)
What I’m trying to say is this has been a wonderful experience.
I have been happy all month.
And I think I’m serious about that. I always have something to look forward to. i don’t know how I would have gotten through the end of the year without you guys.
You make me laugh, think, and see different sides of things I never would have thought of.
You’re all so original and use such great grammar it really makes me feel at home.
If there is one community that is the most supportive, interactive, and awesome collectively I think it is this one. (don’t even fight me on the nerdfighter ning thing, this is so the alete of the nerdfighters, you know it and you just need to accept it)
Sorry, I can’t help it, I was just in the dictionary and I LOVE DICTIONARY SEARCHING!
Electra – daughter of Agamemnon; she plots to kill her mother
Electrolysis - the decomposition of an electrolyte by the action of an electrical current passing through it, the eradication of unwanted hair with an electrified needle.
Élan – spirited self-assurance, dash
Elephantine – like an elephant: huge, clumsy, etc.
Beast of burden – any animal used for carrying things (ha, my sister is a beast of burden)
Bawd – a person, esp. a woman, who keeps a brothel (is there where we got, “now that’s a hot bawd”)
Bazaar- a market place in the Middle East, a benefit sale for a church (those go together well)
Alfresco- outdoors
Ali Baba – a poor man who find the treasure of forty thieves (come on, they aren’t going to specify where it’s from, at all?)
Alligator pear- avocado
Pustule – a puss filled blister or pimple
Satyriasis - uncontrollable desire by a man for sexual intercourse (so there is a word for it)
Hello from the Past (Day 25)
I’m still in the cities, so really this is coming to you from an omniscient past me. (still yay autoadd)
BOO!
So, I’m probably, maybe, quite possibly having a great time with my friends.
But who knows.
I also probably, maybe, quite possibly have a funny anecdote to share by now. Most likely about my drive down to the Expo with my friend Keri.
This probably, hopefully, most likely won’t be it.
Passengers log: hour 4
We have been trapped in this clover leaf round-about for almost an hour now, with no hope for an opening in sight.
We thought we were free a few minutes ago, but we had to back track because we were heading the wrong way, and now, to our great dismay, we are back in the labyrinth to hell with no future in sight.
Passengers log: hour 5
We are running low on rations right about now. We’re down to six Ritz crackers, half a flat diet coke, and some fruit snacks we dropped on the floor. Things are getting desperate.
We are isolated in here, with no outside contact except a GPS navigation system, a cell phone, a laptop, and OnStar.
Certain urges arise in these tense, tense situations. With no men on board the pickins are pretty slim. Passing cars offer a quick release from the situation and its inevitable outcome. Let’s face it; we may be stuck in traffic for years.
Passengers log: hour 6
After successfully fleeing the round-a-bout we have taken a southern root, taking us even farther away from out hotel and our loved ones.
A call came threw on the cell phone. It must have been a third world planet. It did not know who we were, and apologized for calling.
Passengers log: hour 7
The crackers are gone.
The diet coke is gone.
My whole reason for life has left.
I must replenish my strength with a quick power-nap.
Passengers log: hour 14
Power-nap, full nights sleep, who can distinguish the difference?
My captain has decided to pull over at a way-side-rest.
She doesn’t look nearly as good as she did 14 hours ago.
The hours have taken there tole on her body, but not her spirit.
She still fights on.
Passengers arm: hour 15
Damn it, I lost my passengers log
Passengers arm: hour 15 and 1 minute
I was just holding it, right here.
Where can it go, I’m in a freaking car.
Passengers arm: hour 15 and 2 minutes
COME ON YOU LITTLE BASTARD! SHOW YOURSELF!!!!
Passengers log: hour 16
Found passengers log between seat and middle council.
Passengers log: hour 17
FREE AT LAST FREE AT LAST!
Lord all mighty we are free at last!!!
We have been brought back into the city and see a Country Inn sign.
We have found the hotel.
Passengers log: hour 18
How many Country Inns can there be around here!
That was the fifth!
Passengers log: hour … oh who gives a fuck.
BOO!
So, I’m probably, maybe, quite possibly having a great time with my friends.
But who knows.
I also probably, maybe, quite possibly have a funny anecdote to share by now. Most likely about my drive down to the Expo with my friend Keri.
This probably, hopefully, most likely won’t be it.
Passengers log: hour 4
We have been trapped in this clover leaf round-about for almost an hour now, with no hope for an opening in sight.
We thought we were free a few minutes ago, but we had to back track because we were heading the wrong way, and now, to our great dismay, we are back in the labyrinth to hell with no future in sight.
Passengers log: hour 5
We are running low on rations right about now. We’re down to six Ritz crackers, half a flat diet coke, and some fruit snacks we dropped on the floor. Things are getting desperate.
We are isolated in here, with no outside contact except a GPS navigation system, a cell phone, a laptop, and OnStar.
Certain urges arise in these tense, tense situations. With no men on board the pickins are pretty slim. Passing cars offer a quick release from the situation and its inevitable outcome. Let’s face it; we may be stuck in traffic for years.
Passengers log: hour 6
After successfully fleeing the round-a-bout we have taken a southern root, taking us even farther away from out hotel and our loved ones.
A call came threw on the cell phone. It must have been a third world planet. It did not know who we were, and apologized for calling.
Passengers log: hour 7
The crackers are gone.
The diet coke is gone.
My whole reason for life has left.
I must replenish my strength with a quick power-nap.
Passengers log: hour 14
Power-nap, full nights sleep, who can distinguish the difference?
My captain has decided to pull over at a way-side-rest.
She doesn’t look nearly as good as she did 14 hours ago.
The hours have taken there tole on her body, but not her spirit.
She still fights on.
Passengers arm: hour 15
Damn it, I lost my passengers log
Passengers arm: hour 15 and 1 minute
I was just holding it, right here.
Where can it go, I’m in a freaking car.
Passengers arm: hour 15 and 2 minutes
COME ON YOU LITTLE BASTARD! SHOW YOURSELF!!!!
Passengers log: hour 16
Found passengers log between seat and middle council.
Passengers log: hour 17
FREE AT LAST FREE AT LAST!
Lord all mighty we are free at last!!!
We have been brought back into the city and see a Country Inn sign.
We have found the hotel.
Passengers log: hour 18
How many Country Inns can there be around here!
That was the fifth!
Passengers log: hour … oh who gives a fuck.
How to win an Essay Contest (Day 23)
Guess what I did today. Go on, guess.
I talked about the skills fair yesterday in my blog, but I shall refresh your memory.
Today I got out of school to go to Virginia College to write an essay because I, along with my senior friend Brittany, were chosen from our school to participate in the English portion (there were a lot of different skills, we sent representatives for art, math, physics, and industrial arts but there was also office managing skills, early childhood development, speech, and many more)
We get there, look around, and it’s mostly seniors. This is to be expected because this is a representation of our school in academics, and seniors tend to be the most educated of the smart class.
Most of us are there just to get out of class, though. So we aren’t really worried. I mean really, Carlton, winning something? This is highly unlikely.
But today the gods have seemed to be smiling down on us.
We were taken on buses after orientation to different parts of the college and other buildings surrounding the town. From there we were corralled into our tense little rooms with a supervisor who was supposed to watch us and make sure we had enough paper (which he did poorly)
Again, I wasn’t really nervous about the writing, I wasn’t expecting anything out of it, I was a filler seat after all, put in place because the Knowledge Bowl team had gone to state that day, leaving the rest of us to fend for ourselves at this competition.
the catch here is, we only have 50 minutes.
The buses were late so we had 50 minutes to write a 3-4 paragraph essay on the topic:
Pick an adult who has been very influential and memorable in your life who isn’t a parent.
This would preferably be a teacher or instructor (but I read this as NOT a teach or instructor, which may have put me behind a little)
Make it as detailed as possible and write a conclusion about how this person affects your life today.
I was pulling a blank.
No one older that I could think of has really affected my life in any way.
I mean obviously everyone we meet has an affect on our lives, but not enough to write about.
I thought maybe I’d write about John Green, because he’s been pretty influencial in my life, but I don’t personally know him, so I thought they wouldn’t like the complication I would need to get into it.
This is when it occurred to me, I’m going to have to make someone up.
The one name that popped into my head was Maggy.
Apparently, Maggy is my mom’s best friend, the only person who is always there for me, listens to what I have to say, and shares all of her ideas on life with me.
Maggy doesn’t teach tolerance, but equality.
She also finds the positive side to everything, and sometime acts as the moral compass in my head.
She can be described as witty, intelligent, understanding, and almost omnicent.
I wish Maggy was real. She sounds extremely cool.
So basically, I believe I deserve extra points because not only did I find a topic, create a rough draft, and create a final draft all in fifty minutes, but I also made up a person.
So suck on that Nashwalk-Weewatin!
I was the last one to finish in the room, you know how making up fictional characters can slow you down, and I was really shaking when I left the room.
I went up to Brittany and told her about how I had made up a person. She found it super hilarious, but said she would be completely pissed if my fictional person beat her heartfelt essay.
Then we were bused back to the main building where the awards were being given out.
Carlton, being the last to put in our door prize slips, cleaned out! It was amazing, only 1 out of the 8 of us who actually threw in a sheet won something.
I myself got a free flashdrive.
Then came the awards. There were metals for first through third place. The art kids and I were standing around discussing what they had to work with for their drawings when English came up. Third place had gone by, the only place I thought I could get, so I turned around to start heading into the lunch room when from behind me I hear… “and first prize in the English essay contest is A-lish-a Lundquist.
NO FREAKING WAY!
I didn’t even believe it but everyone was telling me to go up there, apparently they had heard it too. It wasn’t just my imagination running away on me.
The moral of this story is, ‘when in doubt, make someone up.’
When I got back to school apparently my guidance councilor had announced it over several intercoms while she was looking for me (I was NOT going back to Health, I was under the pretense that I wasn’t technically at school that day)
So I received a lot of congratulations from my friends, who all know that I hadn’t written an essay since the end of ninth grade, in which I took 4 hours. So they were quite impressed. After they learned I made someone up they were even more impressed.
This is a blog of hope to all of you. When faced against seniors in college lit classes, just make something up.
The goal is to write the best essay, not the most truthful.
I talked about the skills fair yesterday in my blog, but I shall refresh your memory.
Today I got out of school to go to Virginia College to write an essay because I, along with my senior friend Brittany, were chosen from our school to participate in the English portion (there were a lot of different skills, we sent representatives for art, math, physics, and industrial arts but there was also office managing skills, early childhood development, speech, and many more)
We get there, look around, and it’s mostly seniors. This is to be expected because this is a representation of our school in academics, and seniors tend to be the most educated of the smart class.
Most of us are there just to get out of class, though. So we aren’t really worried. I mean really, Carlton, winning something? This is highly unlikely.
But today the gods have seemed to be smiling down on us.
We were taken on buses after orientation to different parts of the college and other buildings surrounding the town. From there we were corralled into our tense little rooms with a supervisor who was supposed to watch us and make sure we had enough paper (which he did poorly)
Again, I wasn’t really nervous about the writing, I wasn’t expecting anything out of it, I was a filler seat after all, put in place because the Knowledge Bowl team had gone to state that day, leaving the rest of us to fend for ourselves at this competition.
the catch here is, we only have 50 minutes.
The buses were late so we had 50 minutes to write a 3-4 paragraph essay on the topic:
Pick an adult who has been very influential and memorable in your life who isn’t a parent.
This would preferably be a teacher or instructor (but I read this as NOT a teach or instructor, which may have put me behind a little)
Make it as detailed as possible and write a conclusion about how this person affects your life today.
I was pulling a blank.
No one older that I could think of has really affected my life in any way.
I mean obviously everyone we meet has an affect on our lives, but not enough to write about.
I thought maybe I’d write about John Green, because he’s been pretty influencial in my life, but I don’t personally know him, so I thought they wouldn’t like the complication I would need to get into it.
This is when it occurred to me, I’m going to have to make someone up.
The one name that popped into my head was Maggy.
Apparently, Maggy is my mom’s best friend, the only person who is always there for me, listens to what I have to say, and shares all of her ideas on life with me.
Maggy doesn’t teach tolerance, but equality.
She also finds the positive side to everything, and sometime acts as the moral compass in my head.
She can be described as witty, intelligent, understanding, and almost omnicent.
I wish Maggy was real. She sounds extremely cool.
So basically, I believe I deserve extra points because not only did I find a topic, create a rough draft, and create a final draft all in fifty minutes, but I also made up a person.
So suck on that Nashwalk-Weewatin!
I was the last one to finish in the room, you know how making up fictional characters can slow you down, and I was really shaking when I left the room.
I went up to Brittany and told her about how I had made up a person. She found it super hilarious, but said she would be completely pissed if my fictional person beat her heartfelt essay.
Then we were bused back to the main building where the awards were being given out.
Carlton, being the last to put in our door prize slips, cleaned out! It was amazing, only 1 out of the 8 of us who actually threw in a sheet won something.
I myself got a free flashdrive.
Then came the awards. There were metals for first through third place. The art kids and I were standing around discussing what they had to work with for their drawings when English came up. Third place had gone by, the only place I thought I could get, so I turned around to start heading into the lunch room when from behind me I hear… “and first prize in the English essay contest is A-lish-a Lundquist.
NO FREAKING WAY!
I didn’t even believe it but everyone was telling me to go up there, apparently they had heard it too. It wasn’t just my imagination running away on me.
The moral of this story is, ‘when in doubt, make someone up.’
When I got back to school apparently my guidance councilor had announced it over several intercoms while she was looking for me (I was NOT going back to Health, I was under the pretense that I wasn’t technically at school that day)
So I received a lot of congratulations from my friends, who all know that I hadn’t written an essay since the end of ninth grade, in which I took 4 hours. So they were quite impressed. After they learned I made someone up they were even more impressed.
This is a blog of hope to all of you. When faced against seniors in college lit classes, just make something up.
The goal is to write the best essay, not the most truthful.
My next few days in a nutshell (Day 22)
I don’t have to go to school today and tomorrow. :)
Well, technically I am going to school because they’re both school events.
But still, I don’t have to go to organized school.
And before I go into anything else I would just like to state that today is awesome because
1. My old microphone works on the computer (as Sarah helped me find out last night, before my computer crashed)
2. I downloaded Lauren’s new album on iTunes before I went to school, so I’ve been listening to it all day and I think it’s really good.
3. My Spanish teacher didn’t show up in class today, so I basically got an hour to talk to my friends and play the game I am about to mention.
4. I took an idea from a discussion on here, from Kaiti, (Outrageous Lies) and got my friends in on it, only instead of online we did it with a notebook. It’s insanely fun and I recommend it to anybody, it doesn’t take a lot of time and (since I won’t be with my friends tomorrow) I am really looking forward to seeing what they come up with when I get back.
Now that that’s done, onto the furture.
Tomorrow I will be attending an achedemic compitition for my school at Virginia College. There are six of us going, Brittany (senior) and I will be doing the english portion, which means writing an essay on whatever topic they give us - So tonight I will be brushing up on my essay skills - Then my friend Sammy (sophmore) and her boyfriend Jacob (sophmore) will be doing the math portion of the assesment. What’s up with all of the sophmores, I mean seriously. And no Jrs. I don’t understand the logic but whatever.
Last, my drummer buddy Grant (senior) and our foreign exchange student Matilda (senior) will be doing the arts portion.
It should be quite entertaining because I think I’m going to get a lot of reading done. And, also, I’m hoping I can do well on this essay thing. I’m kind of nervous; nothing major but I mean I haven’t written an essay since the end of ninth grade, so I’m a little out of practice. And even that essay wasn’t my best work. I basically rambled a lot. It was quite sad.
But whatever, it gets me out of school.
Friday I will be a little more at ease. This is the day we go to Virginia (that school basically hosts everything) for the band compition. I love band compititions because I get out of school, play the tamborine in one of the songs, then basically sit around and talk with my friends for the rest of the day without the interuption of class. (I lucked out on my directors picks this year, we weren’t doing anything where I played the snare, bass, or timpani. I love being hands off)
So that should be fun. There is a downside, however. I am missing the first day of the horse-expo. Which basically means I’m missing a whole day of running around with friends I NEVER see, swimming in the hotel pool, eating pizza, and trying on cowboy hats.
This really bums me out. I want more days out of school. I mean I hate to miss the experience and having to catch up sucks, but it is SO worth it.
Anyday I don’t have to go to spanish is a friend-o-mine.
Well, that’s my day, and the reason why I will be auto adding blogs this weekend, so if I don’t comment on yours it’s because I won’t be near a computer. You’ll just have to make it til Monday without me :(
Well, technically I am going to school because they’re both school events.
But still, I don’t have to go to organized school.
And before I go into anything else I would just like to state that today is awesome because
1. My old microphone works on the computer (as Sarah helped me find out last night, before my computer crashed)
2. I downloaded Lauren’s new album on iTunes before I went to school, so I’ve been listening to it all day and I think it’s really good.
3. My Spanish teacher didn’t show up in class today, so I basically got an hour to talk to my friends and play the game I am about to mention.
4. I took an idea from a discussion on here, from Kaiti, (Outrageous Lies) and got my friends in on it, only instead of online we did it with a notebook. It’s insanely fun and I recommend it to anybody, it doesn’t take a lot of time and (since I won’t be with my friends tomorrow) I am really looking forward to seeing what they come up with when I get back.
Now that that’s done, onto the furture.
Tomorrow I will be attending an achedemic compitition for my school at Virginia College. There are six of us going, Brittany (senior) and I will be doing the english portion, which means writing an essay on whatever topic they give us - So tonight I will be brushing up on my essay skills - Then my friend Sammy (sophmore) and her boyfriend Jacob (sophmore) will be doing the math portion of the assesment. What’s up with all of the sophmores, I mean seriously. And no Jrs. I don’t understand the logic but whatever.
Last, my drummer buddy Grant (senior) and our foreign exchange student Matilda (senior) will be doing the arts portion.
It should be quite entertaining because I think I’m going to get a lot of reading done. And, also, I’m hoping I can do well on this essay thing. I’m kind of nervous; nothing major but I mean I haven’t written an essay since the end of ninth grade, so I’m a little out of practice. And even that essay wasn’t my best work. I basically rambled a lot. It was quite sad.
But whatever, it gets me out of school.
Friday I will be a little more at ease. This is the day we go to Virginia (that school basically hosts everything) for the band compition. I love band compititions because I get out of school, play the tamborine in one of the songs, then basically sit around and talk with my friends for the rest of the day without the interuption of class. (I lucked out on my directors picks this year, we weren’t doing anything where I played the snare, bass, or timpani. I love being hands off)
So that should be fun. There is a downside, however. I am missing the first day of the horse-expo. Which basically means I’m missing a whole day of running around with friends I NEVER see, swimming in the hotel pool, eating pizza, and trying on cowboy hats.
This really bums me out. I want more days out of school. I mean I hate to miss the experience and having to catch up sucks, but it is SO worth it.
Anyday I don’t have to go to spanish is a friend-o-mine.
Well, that’s my day, and the reason why I will be auto adding blogs this weekend, so if I don’t comment on yours it’s because I won’t be near a computer. You’ll just have to make it til Monday without me :(
Wizard of Oz aunt (Day 21)
Updates:
Today, pretty uneventful.
Kick Spanish test’s ass. Check.
Well, that’s pretty much all I care about.
We’re starting poems in English though.
I’m not thrilled about this. Don’t get me wrong, I like poetry, I’m up to the challenge, but I don’t want to write my own.
1. it’s harder than just normal writing, you have to think.
2. generally poems have more personal meaning to them, so I don’t like the idea of presenting one to the class
Also, poems have a lot of hidden meaning, and if it comes down to a test on it, no matter how good at science I am, that equation just might not work out.
I feel about poetry the way I feel about the writing of transcendentalist Henry David Thoreau. I like the ideas, I like the concept, but I don’t like the practice. (On a side not, Emerson SOOOO much better than Thoreau. Thought you all needed to know)
Anyway, off of the subject of English, laughs? More laughs?
Alright, if you insist.
When I was younger I had an active imagination when it came to people, especially people I didn’t know well, but came in contact with every once in a while.
I was also very easy to scare. You know the old Disney movie Rock’a’Doodle? I could only watch it once, because the only part I could remember after the first time was a scary part. (to this day, I have never watched that movie again)
Well, one movie I was especially afraid of was The Wizard of Oz, which was unfortunate because it was my sister’s favorite movie, so I ended up having to watch it quite often.
My aunt Chris also loved this movie, so I would end up seeing it with her. The problem was I only saw her about 3, maybe 4 times a year and began associating this scary movie with her at an early age. This is why I became convinced that my aunt was the wicked witch from the movie.
She looked like her, she laughed like her, and I would hide under my bed when she came to visit so I wouldn’t have to go give her a hug (I wasn’t big on the hug thing anyway, I’m still not, but come on. At least I don’t hide under my bed to avoid giving people hugs anymore)
I did get over this fear (obviously) but I always remembered how I used to think of her.
Then one day while my family was at my mom’s family’s summer house (which is now my uncle’s primary house. It’s just a big complicated house thing, but you get the just) we decided we were going to go for a bike ride.
There were a lot of us so we had to go to the basement and take out some very, VERY old bikes so there would be enough.
Guess what the bike looked like that my aunt rode, go on guess.
If you guessed JUST LIKE THE WITCH’S IN THE MOVIE, you would be correct.
JUST LIKE IT!!!!
I immediately began laughing and as my sister came up behind me, having known my fear of her when I was little, dropped her bike- which was over her head-on top of me because she had started laughing too.
Lesson of the story, stay under your bed.
You won’t get a mountain bike to the head.
Today, pretty uneventful.
Kick Spanish test’s ass. Check.
Well, that’s pretty much all I care about.
We’re starting poems in English though.
I’m not thrilled about this. Don’t get me wrong, I like poetry, I’m up to the challenge, but I don’t want to write my own.
1. it’s harder than just normal writing, you have to think.
2. generally poems have more personal meaning to them, so I don’t like the idea of presenting one to the class
Also, poems have a lot of hidden meaning, and if it comes down to a test on it, no matter how good at science I am, that equation just might not work out.
I feel about poetry the way I feel about the writing of transcendentalist Henry David Thoreau. I like the ideas, I like the concept, but I don’t like the practice. (On a side not, Emerson SOOOO much better than Thoreau. Thought you all needed to know)
Anyway, off of the subject of English, laughs? More laughs?
Alright, if you insist.
When I was younger I had an active imagination when it came to people, especially people I didn’t know well, but came in contact with every once in a while.
I was also very easy to scare. You know the old Disney movie Rock’a’Doodle? I could only watch it once, because the only part I could remember after the first time was a scary part. (to this day, I have never watched that movie again)
Well, one movie I was especially afraid of was The Wizard of Oz, which was unfortunate because it was my sister’s favorite movie, so I ended up having to watch it quite often.
My aunt Chris also loved this movie, so I would end up seeing it with her. The problem was I only saw her about 3, maybe 4 times a year and began associating this scary movie with her at an early age. This is why I became convinced that my aunt was the wicked witch from the movie.
She looked like her, she laughed like her, and I would hide under my bed when she came to visit so I wouldn’t have to go give her a hug (I wasn’t big on the hug thing anyway, I’m still not, but come on. At least I don’t hide under my bed to avoid giving people hugs anymore)
I did get over this fear (obviously) but I always remembered how I used to think of her.
Then one day while my family was at my mom’s family’s summer house (which is now my uncle’s primary house. It’s just a big complicated house thing, but you get the just) we decided we were going to go for a bike ride.
There were a lot of us so we had to go to the basement and take out some very, VERY old bikes so there would be enough.
Guess what the bike looked like that my aunt rode, go on guess.
If you guessed JUST LIKE THE WITCH’S IN THE MOVIE, you would be correct.
JUST LIKE IT!!!!
I immediately began laughing and as my sister came up behind me, having known my fear of her when I was little, dropped her bike- which was over her head-on top of me because she had started laughing too.
Lesson of the story, stay under your bed.
You won’t get a mountain bike to the head.
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