So this week was mid-winter break. I had a ton of fun, and I don't think I even went out. Well, okay, Monday I went to see Atonement with Gracie. But I got to the movies all the time, so that barely counts. And I've been trying to contact Kelsie in some way so we can hang out, but either she doesn't answer/respond or has to go like, immediately. So I've pretty much been flying solo this week.
It started on Friday. See, I thought I was off to a good start when we actually had a good time in English. But I got home and there was a letter saying I FAILED me Science GHSGT pretest thing. And I couldn't say, "What the hell is this I know I aced this because it was exactly the same as last year," because, duh, no school. So that kinda put me in a sour mood.
But I got over it. I went into cleaning mode. I think I always do during the February break. Got rid of half of my closet, organized my sewing box, rearranged my room. Oh, that alst part was real fun, especially when last night I realized that I positioned my bed underneath the giant leak in the roof. So after shifting my bed a little, I realized I liked my room the way it was before, and re-rearranged it. At least I got some wicked exercise out of it, let me tell you.
Oh, I went through a few days where I cut up my old magazines and made collages. I ended up making four: poster sized, two cardboard, and one mini-poster. So that was interesting.
SAT is in less that a week. I'm kind of nervous. That's probably because I have such high expectations. I'm supposed to get the results back the day I find out about GHP. So that'll be a fun day. Hopefully.
Went to my grandmother's. We went shopping and I got a cute little summer-y dress, some new jeans (which I desperately needed), and Eclipse. And then I read Eclipse like, a thousand times. So that was fun. She gave me an old crossword puzzle book, so I've been working on that a lot. Started reading Anna Karannina (sp?) and Lolita. Then I stopped. So...eh.
Going back to my drippy room with my beautiful rose.
2.22.2008
2.10.2008
no more
I decided that I'm going to carry around a notebook. I'm thinking that I should start examining what goes on around me. Or in my free time, I should focus on writing as opposed to reading. I wrote down a few of my ideas and some of my lame haikus.
Plus, also, I think it's living a bit dangerously. I mean, here I am with this notebook that anybody could pick up and read, anybody could just know what I'm thinking about.
I guess it's not that different from this, really. I suspect that my family reads this, though they've never actually mentioned it to me. But who knows? I'm still going to say what I need to say. It's like when you were a little kid and you'd open your eyes during prayer, and some other kid would tell on you. But they saw you, which means that their eyes were open, too. The point being that telling would tell on yourself.
So there's that.
Plus, also, I think it's living a bit dangerously. I mean, here I am with this notebook that anybody could pick up and read, anybody could just know what I'm thinking about.
I guess it's not that different from this, really. I suspect that my family reads this, though they've never actually mentioned it to me. But who knows? I'm still going to say what I need to say. It's like when you were a little kid and you'd open your eyes during prayer, and some other kid would tell on you. But they saw you, which means that their eyes were open, too. The point being that telling would tell on yourself.
So there's that.
2.02.2008
it happens
The SAT Gods decided to send me to another school to take the exam. Lames. But that's pretty much the worst part of my day, so that's good.
Went to see Juno with Kelsie, Gracie, and Hannah. It was...interesting. And sad. Even some of the previews made me tear up a little, so I kinda figured I was in for a doozy. Then we went to Southlake. Ate lunch. Looked for dresses. Gracie tried on two that looked really good, Kelsie tried on one that looked...weird (though I think she could pull it off) and another that looked pretty cute, if a little tight around the bodonkadonk. I didn't find anything, since stores like that don't tend to carry my size (eh). I'm still waiting to find a dress that truly dazzles me, though. Anyway. We kinda started to wander around aimlessly, so we left Southlake and went to Barnes and Noble. I bought Blood and Chocolate, so that was cool. Then we went home, and I was tired.
I read Blood and Chocolate a little earlier. It was really good. I liked the movie, but it was hardly anything like the book, except for names and the fact that they were werewolves. Ah. I just wished I didn't read so fast sometimes, because now I'm back to being bored. Not that I don't have my pick of classic literature. :)
Ah. So that was fun.
Went to see Juno with Kelsie, Gracie, and Hannah. It was...interesting. And sad. Even some of the previews made me tear up a little, so I kinda figured I was in for a doozy. Then we went to Southlake. Ate lunch. Looked for dresses. Gracie tried on two that looked really good, Kelsie tried on one that looked...weird (though I think she could pull it off) and another that looked pretty cute, if a little tight around the bodonkadonk. I didn't find anything, since stores like that don't tend to carry my size (eh). I'm still waiting to find a dress that truly dazzles me, though. Anyway. We kinda started to wander around aimlessly, so we left Southlake and went to Barnes and Noble. I bought Blood and Chocolate, so that was cool. Then we went home, and I was tired.
I read Blood and Chocolate a little earlier. It was really good. I liked the movie, but it was hardly anything like the book, except for names and the fact that they were werewolves. Ah. I just wished I didn't read so fast sometimes, because now I'm back to being bored. Not that I don't have my pick of classic literature. :)
Ah. So that was fun.
2.01.2008
growing up
is hard to do.
Sigh.
The SAT. I don't want to do it. But I signed up for it. Is that a good idea? I should probably have some idea of what it's about before I take it. Study for it or something like that.
School is lame. What else is new? Registration was today. I'm taking AP Physics over AP Spanish, which makes me sad. I wanted to take Spanish. Sigh.
I guess that's just what you have to do, though.
Sigh.
The SAT. I don't want to do it. But I signed up for it. Is that a good idea? I should probably have some idea of what it's about before I take it. Study for it or something like that.
School is lame. What else is new? Registration was today. I'm taking AP Physics over AP Spanish, which makes me sad. I wanted to take Spanish. Sigh.
I guess that's just what you have to do, though.
1.26.2008
dearest, darling paper
The interview was okay. I think I did fine. 33% shot of making it, so I suppose those are somewhat decent odds. 1 out of every 3 people at the interview place will make it. Will I be one of them? Who knows? I really hope so. I'm just so proud that I made it this far.
It started off with me waking up at about 5:30 (1 minute before my alarm clock went off...how weird is that?). Then I got dressed up in my suit and whatnot, looked over my criteria and somehow managed to get my dad out of the house by 6:30 (because I am obsessed with being early, the place was an hour away, and it started at 7:50). But we had to stop at the post office to mail my SAT registration form. And then my dad wanted to get breakfast. And then we missed the turn. And then we got lost at the school, which even though it was built in the BC era, had TWO buildings, and of course, we went to the wrong one, first. So we ended up making it with only 5 minutes to spare, so that was handy.
I checked in, then they got a group of about 15 or 20 people and put us in a very cold room to write an essay in. I wrote a letter from a black pen to a white piece of paper about the connection they had made and the racial tensions that separated them. Eh. I tried to make it funny. Then they shuffled us to a reading room where we read about 6 or 7 passages. After that, I was on my own. I interviewed with two nice-ish ladies (and we only talked a little bit about the reading, so it was a waste of time). I think I made an ass of myself, but I hope it's okay anyway. And then...I was done. After about an hour and a half, me and dad headed home.
And the rest of the day has just been me sitting around watching the first two seasons of Buffy. I have some serious BO and my hair is gross, but I just haven't had the initiative to do anything. My clothes are scattered all over the floor, and don't even get me started on my reading assignment. I think that because I've been overachieving all week that I just needed to underachieve. Hopefully, it's only a day-long thing, because my head is killing me.
I think I'm going to head off to bed, now. I don't find out about whether or not I made it all the way until March 28, which is just before Spring Break. Ah, it never seemed so far away.
But I do think it would be an awesome experience. You know, Susanna has been so disappointed with her English education since she got back from GHP...but I'd like that. Kinda like, I was at the top of the mountain once, and it was astounding. Now I'm back down here, and it's horrible...but I'm glad I saw what it could be like.
It started off with me waking up at about 5:30 (1 minute before my alarm clock went off...how weird is that?). Then I got dressed up in my suit and whatnot, looked over my criteria and somehow managed to get my dad out of the house by 6:30 (because I am obsessed with being early, the place was an hour away, and it started at 7:50). But we had to stop at the post office to mail my SAT registration form. And then my dad wanted to get breakfast. And then we missed the turn. And then we got lost at the school, which even though it was built in the BC era, had TWO buildings, and of course, we went to the wrong one, first. So we ended up making it with only 5 minutes to spare, so that was handy.
I checked in, then they got a group of about 15 or 20 people and put us in a very cold room to write an essay in. I wrote a letter from a black pen to a white piece of paper about the connection they had made and the racial tensions that separated them. Eh. I tried to make it funny. Then they shuffled us to a reading room where we read about 6 or 7 passages. After that, I was on my own. I interviewed with two nice-ish ladies (and we only talked a little bit about the reading, so it was a waste of time). I think I made an ass of myself, but I hope it's okay anyway. And then...I was done. After about an hour and a half, me and dad headed home.
And the rest of the day has just been me sitting around watching the first two seasons of Buffy. I have some serious BO and my hair is gross, but I just haven't had the initiative to do anything. My clothes are scattered all over the floor, and don't even get me started on my reading assignment. I think that because I've been overachieving all week that I just needed to underachieve. Hopefully, it's only a day-long thing, because my head is killing me.
I think I'm going to head off to bed, now. I don't find out about whether or not I made it all the way until March 28, which is just before Spring Break. Ah, it never seemed so far away.
But I do think it would be an awesome experience. You know, Susanna has been so disappointed with her English education since she got back from GHP...but I'd like that. Kinda like, I was at the top of the mountain once, and it was astounding. Now I'm back down here, and it's horrible...but I'm glad I saw what it could be like.
1.23.2008
oh the cleverness of me
So today would not be one of those good days. I was humiliated, degraded, and starved all day. Plus, I'll have to go back and do it tomorrow.
I'm not comfortable in my own skin. I don't know if I ever really have been. Maybe that's one of my problems. And it's not even that, most of the time. I don't usually think about the fact that I'm not really the prettiest girl around or that I wear incredibly thick glasses, because that doesn't really tell anybody who I am. I think about what a klutz I am or how I can't ever seem to say the right thing.
And then today was just...I can't talk to people. I realized that. Why don't I have one of those cool relationships where I don't feel bad about calling someone and just crying, even if it might sound stupid? I just let people talk to me about themselves. Of course, for most of them, that's all they ever talk about anyway, but still.
My eyes are just so old.
I'm not comfortable in my own skin. I don't know if I ever really have been. Maybe that's one of my problems. And it's not even that, most of the time. I don't usually think about the fact that I'm not really the prettiest girl around or that I wear incredibly thick glasses, because that doesn't really tell anybody who I am. I think about what a klutz I am or how I can't ever seem to say the right thing.
And then today was just...I can't talk to people. I realized that. Why don't I have one of those cool relationships where I don't feel bad about calling someone and just crying, even if it might sound stupid? I just let people talk to me about themselves. Of course, for most of them, that's all they ever talk about anyway, but still.
My eyes are just so old.
1.20.2008
it's the same old story
So. This week's been...crazy.
Wednesday I skipped to work on my English "project." I didn't finish, but I made a lot of headway. About the time I would have gotten out of school, it started snowing. It was crazy awesome, but it melted before school on Thursday, so we had to go. Lame. I got saddled with a bunch of makeup work which I still haven't done yet.
Friday, I went to school, but we left by 9:00 for the Beta Club Convention in Atlanta. It was exciting, just being there. None of my crowd actually went to the convention, though, so I was a little stranded most of the time. I was fine by myself. I can be a solitary person. I just don't like to know I'm totally alone. There's that difference there.
I participated in the Creative Writing competition. Something about a man who didn't wear matching socks. I know I didn't win because the topic threw me and I just wrote a bunch of crap. Ah, well. The session was fun. Clint told the most hilarious story ever..."The metal was bent, and it looked like a heart, except it was upside down. So it's like it was saying, 'I love you, Clint, but not really.'" I stayed a while in Kelsie's room, then went back up to my own. Barely slept that night since my roommates were so incredibly loud. Ugh.
Then Saturday morning it started to snow, and the superintedent called to cancel all school activities. So we Stockbridge people packed up all of our bags and were ready to go in half an hour. Then, out of nowhere, the Woodland people needed to hitch a ride back with us. So we had to wait for a fucking HOUR for them to get their shit together. I was so angry. Then some of them expected to be let off before us. Pssh. Okay, sorry Kelsie, I know it's not your fault. But I can't help it, either.
So we got home and it was snowing, and I wanted to eat but my mom promised to get me some food. Yeah, it only took her two and a half hours. So I was cranky. And they kept asking, "What's wrong?" which made me even angrier. I just retreated to my room and busted out the iPod (by the way, I have GOT to get the iHome base thing. Those things are beastly awesome).
And then today I went to see Atonement (which I absolutely loved) and then ate at Olive Garden. So pretty good day. I'm going to do all of my work tomorrow, so that'll be good.
Interspersed with all of that is Chance being incredibly psychotic. I really don't know what they expect. They tell him that if someone else throws the first punch, it's okay for him to hit them back. So you know what he does? He PROVOKES the other person. It's not just accidental. He seriously goads them into hitting him so he can beat their ass. Crazyness, that's what it is. I'm worried about him, but at the same time, it's not fair. He beats up his best friend, and my mom does the dishes for him. After I did the dishes for HIM when he was sick. So he hasn't done the dishes in a long time. Which is definitely not the point in the strike.
Ugh, I have to register for the SAT soon. And my GHP interview is next week.
OH!! I forgot. The hotel we were staying at for the convention....Barack Obama was there! I didn't believe it at first, but when we got out of the first session, there were guys with earwhigs all OVER the place. And on the elevator, someone said, "I heard Barack Obama's at this hotel," and a guy with an earwhig kind of looked around (to assess the danger of the person, I think) and said, "You're wrong," and just went back to looking around the hotel from the elevator.
Heh. Exciting.
Wednesday I skipped to work on my English "project." I didn't finish, but I made a lot of headway. About the time I would have gotten out of school, it started snowing. It was crazy awesome, but it melted before school on Thursday, so we had to go. Lame. I got saddled with a bunch of makeup work which I still haven't done yet.
Friday, I went to school, but we left by 9:00 for the Beta Club Convention in Atlanta. It was exciting, just being there. None of my crowd actually went to the convention, though, so I was a little stranded most of the time. I was fine by myself. I can be a solitary person. I just don't like to know I'm totally alone. There's that difference there.
I participated in the Creative Writing competition. Something about a man who didn't wear matching socks. I know I didn't win because the topic threw me and I just wrote a bunch of crap. Ah, well. The session was fun. Clint told the most hilarious story ever..."The metal was bent, and it looked like a heart, except it was upside down. So it's like it was saying, 'I love you, Clint, but not really.'" I stayed a while in Kelsie's room, then went back up to my own. Barely slept that night since my roommates were so incredibly loud. Ugh.
Then Saturday morning it started to snow, and the superintedent called to cancel all school activities. So we Stockbridge people packed up all of our bags and were ready to go in half an hour. Then, out of nowhere, the Woodland people needed to hitch a ride back with us. So we had to wait for a fucking HOUR for them to get their shit together. I was so angry. Then some of them expected to be let off before us. Pssh. Okay, sorry Kelsie, I know it's not your fault. But I can't help it, either.
So we got home and it was snowing, and I wanted to eat but my mom promised to get me some food. Yeah, it only took her two and a half hours. So I was cranky. And they kept asking, "What's wrong?" which made me even angrier. I just retreated to my room and busted out the iPod (by the way, I have GOT to get the iHome base thing. Those things are beastly awesome).
And then today I went to see Atonement (which I absolutely loved) and then ate at Olive Garden. So pretty good day. I'm going to do all of my work tomorrow, so that'll be good.
Interspersed with all of that is Chance being incredibly psychotic. I really don't know what they expect. They tell him that if someone else throws the first punch, it's okay for him to hit them back. So you know what he does? He PROVOKES the other person. It's not just accidental. He seriously goads them into hitting him so he can beat their ass. Crazyness, that's what it is. I'm worried about him, but at the same time, it's not fair. He beats up his best friend, and my mom does the dishes for him. After I did the dishes for HIM when he was sick. So he hasn't done the dishes in a long time. Which is definitely not the point in the strike.
Ugh, I have to register for the SAT soon. And my GHP interview is next week.
OH!! I forgot. The hotel we were staying at for the convention....Barack Obama was there! I didn't believe it at first, but when we got out of the first session, there were guys with earwhigs all OVER the place. And on the elevator, someone said, "I heard Barack Obama's at this hotel," and a guy with an earwhig kind of looked around (to assess the danger of the person, I think) and said, "You're wrong," and just went back to looking around the hotel from the elevator.
Heh. Exciting.
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