Sunday, November 1, 2009
Hope no more
Remember my post cross country camp? Well I shouldn't have hoped. It was a really bad idea. Hope just lets you down that much harder.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Homecoming and School
I am so shocked by the simple fact that... I don't hate highschool so far. Actually, I am enjoying myself. I am much busier and have much less free time but the time spent in school mor doing activities is sooo much more fun. I like allmost all my teachers and my classes are pretty fun, Biology and English denfining themselves as my favorite classes. Also I am no longer stuck with just my class, I get to hang out with upperclassman. Now I get to hang out with the freshman I like, all my friends, and I also have a group of sophmore friends I really like as well. I don't have to deal with the people who were mean to me in middle school. They were jerks and now they don't matter, I have really wasome friends who I love and nobody else matters.
Also I got asked to homecoming by a really cool guy and his friends invited me to go with their group, and because of that I became friends with all of them too! It really rocks.
And my extracurricular activities (band, >>--cc-->) sometimes get overwhelming and hard to balance but there are good parts as well. I have complained in this blog often how much I hate running, and meets and cross country and general. People always ask me, "Why not just quit?" Well people I will give you my answer- Firstly I like being in shape and being thin, and with my love of brownies running is essential so I don't weigh a million pounds, secondly I made a commitment to the team and I cannot go back on that. Also I love the CC girls, they are all so nice and supportive. It feels really good to be part of a team, and have all these cool people be there for you and cheering you on. Its hard to explain so I will tell you a story, gather round:
It is the last mile of mile repeats, I am the last person as usual and all the other girls have finished their mile repeats. I am tired, it is hot. After my first lap (there were 3 in this particular course) I hear footsteps behind me, the whole girls team is behind me. At first I am irritated thinking, "Crap coach is making us run another one?" But instead of speeding by me they run up to me and yell encouragement. Some girls run a bit ahead and hold out their hand so I have to run up and give them a high five. They run the next lap and a half with me, not because they had to, but because they wanted to help their teammate. Coach didn't tell them too, they just wanted to help me. At the end of that mile I sprinted full out to the end, and my time was a minuet faster than all of my other miles. No matter how hard it is, no matter how terrible I am I can't quit on something like that. Also when I sprint the end of races and while I pant and gasp for air I think to myself "I couldn't have run that any faster, I have that my all." Even though my legs feel like jello, there is no better feeling.
Band is similar, do I really want to run straight from CC practice to band practice Wednesdays and stay at the school until 9 at night? No I don't. But story time again! At the football game Friday I was in a really bad mood, just really down (to long of a story to explain why, just go with it) I don't know how they organized this without my notice but when the band started to play "Hey Baby" everyone around me turned around and sang it to me. They told me after that I looked really sad and they wanted to cheer me up. Some of them were juniors and seniors who I didn't even know, but everyone around me joined in. It made my bad mood disappear and brought me back from the verge of tears and made me laugh and laugh. My whole day was better after that. And that my blog readers is why I am in band.
I think that is enough description for now, I apologize for the in-frequency of my posts, I am very busy. Hopefully I will be able to get a better grip on things and start blogging more often.
Bye!
Also I got asked to homecoming by a really cool guy and his friends invited me to go with their group, and because of that I became friends with all of them too! It really rocks.
And my extracurricular activities (band, >>--cc-->) sometimes get overwhelming and hard to balance but there are good parts as well. I have complained in this blog often how much I hate running, and meets and cross country and general. People always ask me, "Why not just quit?" Well people I will give you my answer- Firstly I like being in shape and being thin, and with my love of brownies running is essential so I don't weigh a million pounds, secondly I made a commitment to the team and I cannot go back on that. Also I love the CC girls, they are all so nice and supportive. It feels really good to be part of a team, and have all these cool people be there for you and cheering you on. Its hard to explain so I will tell you a story, gather round:
It is the last mile of mile repeats, I am the last person as usual and all the other girls have finished their mile repeats. I am tired, it is hot. After my first lap (there were 3 in this particular course) I hear footsteps behind me, the whole girls team is behind me. At first I am irritated thinking, "Crap coach is making us run another one?" But instead of speeding by me they run up to me and yell encouragement. Some girls run a bit ahead and hold out their hand so I have to run up and give them a high five. They run the next lap and a half with me, not because they had to, but because they wanted to help their teammate. Coach didn't tell them too, they just wanted to help me. At the end of that mile I sprinted full out to the end, and my time was a minuet faster than all of my other miles. No matter how hard it is, no matter how terrible I am I can't quit on something like that. Also when I sprint the end of races and while I pant and gasp for air I think to myself "I couldn't have run that any faster, I have that my all." Even though my legs feel like jello, there is no better feeling.
Band is similar, do I really want to run straight from CC practice to band practice Wednesdays and stay at the school until 9 at night? No I don't. But story time again! At the football game Friday I was in a really bad mood, just really down (to long of a story to explain why, just go with it) I don't know how they organized this without my notice but when the band started to play "Hey Baby" everyone around me turned around and sang it to me. They told me after that I looked really sad and they wanted to cheer me up. Some of them were juniors and seniors who I didn't even know, but everyone around me joined in. It made my bad mood disappear and brought me back from the verge of tears and made me laugh and laugh. My whole day was better after that. And that my blog readers is why I am in band.
I think that is enough description for now, I apologize for the in-frequency of my posts, I am very busy. Hopefully I will be able to get a better grip on things and start blogging more often.
Bye!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
This is the first bit of free time I've had in a week
School started. I am so busy this is literally the first time I've even been able to blog. School is okay, it's school. Kind of boring, but alright. I am so glad I chose to take biology instead of normal science, it is so awesome! The very first day of class Mr.E brought out crayfish and we like picked them up and played with them and like observed their behavior. English is different than I am used to, but not bad or anything. History is pretty much the same, same with math and Latin.
What sucks is that every Wednesday and Friday I have to stay at school all day long. On Wednesdays I have to stay until 9 and on Fridays I have to stay until 11 or so, and then have to wake up un-godly early for a meet. Busy busy busy. I despise cross country and band so much. I want nothing more than to quit, but I am unfortunately not allowed.
Yesterday I had to go to a baseball game to play the national anthem with the band. I was not looking forward to this because I despise baseball. But I actually had alot of fun, I didn't watch any of the game, I don't even know who won. But I became better friends with some really cool people, had an awesome conversation with someone who I relate to really well.
My meet went well. I am as I have said before not the best on our team so compared to everyone else I sucked, but personally my time was good. I passed alot of people and didn't get passed, I wasn't last by a long shot, so I was happy enough. The girls team got second place and the guys team got first. It was cool to stand up and have our picture taken as a winning team, a new feeling for me.
But I will try to talk about more later, I have to do homework, grrr
bye
What sucks is that every Wednesday and Friday I have to stay at school all day long. On Wednesdays I have to stay until 9 and on Fridays I have to stay until 11 or so, and then have to wake up un-godly early for a meet. Busy busy busy. I despise cross country and band so much. I want nothing more than to quit, but I am unfortunately not allowed.
Yesterday I had to go to a baseball game to play the national anthem with the band. I was not looking forward to this because I despise baseball. But I actually had alot of fun, I didn't watch any of the game, I don't even know who won. But I became better friends with some really cool people, had an awesome conversation with someone who I relate to really well.
My meet went well. I am as I have said before not the best on our team so compared to everyone else I sucked, but personally my time was good. I passed alot of people and didn't get passed, I wasn't last by a long shot, so I was happy enough. The girls team got second place and the guys team got first. It was cool to stand up and have our picture taken as a winning team, a new feeling for me.
But I will try to talk about more later, I have to do homework, grrr
bye
Monday, August 24, 2009
Alas summer is almost over
Today is my last day of summer. That is the ultimate mood killer.
But today I went to the high school to find all my classes and try to open my locker. List of good news. 1. I know where all my classes are, and they are not horribly far apart or hard to get to or anything. 2. The teachers I've met so far seem pretty nice, no notorious evil teachers everyone hates. 3. I am not nervous or anything for high school, I practically was in high school the last few weeks of 8th grade.
But, alas, there is always a dark side. I got the one locker that nobody can open. I literally had 3 teachers try and help me and nothing worked. It is utterly broken. The custodians are going to try to fix it tonight before school but I don't have high hopes. Plus there were not enough lockers in the freshman hallway so I am in the junior hallway. Scary place to be.
And ironically last night, my last night of summer, I went to see 500 days of summer. It was hilarious at parts, and really really sad at others. It was a very good movie I recommend it to anyone who wants to see it. I loved the main character, he was awesome, and it just made me smile when I realized he was Cameron from 10 things I hate about you (one of my favorite movies of all time) Also he was exactly like my uncle. He dressed the same, acted the same, had the same mannerisms and quirks. I just hope that my uncle (going into his freshman year of college) doesn't have what happened to Tom happen to him.
Also you may have noticed in the second paragraph of this post I used the word alas. I did that a few days ago and was made fun of by all surrounding persons. Alas is an unusual word but I personally like it. It should be used in casual conversation. So alas alas alas. Just try and stop me.
But this is going to be a reasonably short post because I want to get all my goofing off and being dumb over with before school starts again.
Alas, I must depart.
hahahahahahah
But today I went to the high school to find all my classes and try to open my locker. List of good news. 1. I know where all my classes are, and they are not horribly far apart or hard to get to or anything. 2. The teachers I've met so far seem pretty nice, no notorious evil teachers everyone hates. 3. I am not nervous or anything for high school, I practically was in high school the last few weeks of 8th grade.
But, alas, there is always a dark side. I got the one locker that nobody can open. I literally had 3 teachers try and help me and nothing worked. It is utterly broken. The custodians are going to try to fix it tonight before school but I don't have high hopes. Plus there were not enough lockers in the freshman hallway so I am in the junior hallway. Scary place to be.
And ironically last night, my last night of summer, I went to see 500 days of summer. It was hilarious at parts, and really really sad at others. It was a very good movie I recommend it to anyone who wants to see it. I loved the main character, he was awesome, and it just made me smile when I realized he was Cameron from 10 things I hate about you (one of my favorite movies of all time) Also he was exactly like my uncle. He dressed the same, acted the same, had the same mannerisms and quirks. I just hope that my uncle (going into his freshman year of college) doesn't have what happened to Tom happen to him.
Also you may have noticed in the second paragraph of this post I used the word alas. I did that a few days ago and was made fun of by all surrounding persons. Alas is an unusual word but I personally like it. It should be used in casual conversation. So alas alas alas. Just try and stop me.
But this is going to be a reasonably short post because I want to get all my goofing off and being dumb over with before school starts again.
Alas, I must depart.
hahahahahahah
Sunday, August 23, 2009
I really, really, really don't want to go back to school
I have gotten some good news lately about what I mentioned at the end of my previous blog, but I am still being cautious, if I get my hopes up even more and get crushed I don't know what I'll do.
But I am going to start high-school in 2 days. I will be a freshman, Firstly thank you to Hayleyghoover for her lovely videos directed at freshmen and her high-school video. If you haven't seen them you should fix that. Also thank you to Jamie Vannaman, one of my best friends who told me she is the number one fan of this blog. Thank you Jamie you rock!
But during my 8th grade year I took classes at the high school so I know what it is like. It is not some big scary mysterious thing. It is not a scary unknown. Mostly though I just am not looking forward to going back to school. I love the freedom of summer, I love the relaxation. But when school starts my schedule is going to be insane. On Wednesdays I have to stay at the school until 8 at night because of band and cross country. No more relaxing to say the least.
I just don't want this summer to end. Some people are excited to go back to school, I am not one of them. Yeah it is fun to see your friends but the tedium of sitting in class all day drives me insane. When I complain about going back to school people who aren't my best friends are surprised, they expect Emiko the geeks Asian to love going back to school. But newsflash guys; just because you are good at something does not necessarily mean you like it.
But I am sure I will have a lot to write about when school rolls along. But having tons of things to write about and having time to write about them are two very different things. Because right now my life is reasonably boring, so I have a ton of time to write about stuff. But there is no stuff to write about. When school starts this trend will probably flip. I don't know if this means to expect more blog posts or less... but we will jump over that hurdle when we come to it. (Oh crap did I really just use a track metaphor?!)
I am using track references in everyday life, I must be going insane, I'm ending this post now...
Bye :-)
But I am going to start high-school in 2 days. I will be a freshman, Firstly thank you to Hayleyghoover for her lovely videos directed at freshmen and her high-school video. If you haven't seen them you should fix that. Also thank you to Jamie Vannaman, one of my best friends who told me she is the number one fan of this blog. Thank you Jamie you rock!
But during my 8th grade year I took classes at the high school so I know what it is like. It is not some big scary mysterious thing. It is not a scary unknown. Mostly though I just am not looking forward to going back to school. I love the freedom of summer, I love the relaxation. But when school starts my schedule is going to be insane. On Wednesdays I have to stay at the school until 8 at night because of band and cross country. No more relaxing to say the least.
I just don't want this summer to end. Some people are excited to go back to school, I am not one of them. Yeah it is fun to see your friends but the tedium of sitting in class all day drives me insane. When I complain about going back to school people who aren't my best friends are surprised, they expect Emiko the geeks Asian to love going back to school. But newsflash guys; just because you are good at something does not necessarily mean you like it.
But I am sure I will have a lot to write about when school rolls along. But having tons of things to write about and having time to write about them are two very different things. Because right now my life is reasonably boring, so I have a ton of time to write about stuff. But there is no stuff to write about. When school starts this trend will probably flip. I don't know if this means to expect more blog posts or less... but we will jump over that hurdle when we come to it. (Oh crap did I really just use a track metaphor?!)
I am using track references in everyday life, I must be going insane, I'm ending this post now...
Bye :-)
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Cross country camp
I am back from cross country camp, and yes, I lived, and yes, I am as surprised as you are. But even more shocking was the fact that I actually had a lot of fun. It was a lot better than band camp, we had a lot more free time.
But, I am going to start describing the not-fun part. I hope anyone who reads my blog would know that the thing that I hate most is running. And it adds insult to injury that I am the worst on the team, a.k.a always freaking last. I didn't want to get up at 6 every morning and run 6 miles. It was not pleasant.
But then, we had the whole day to ourselves just to goof off and be around each other. I made a few new friends, I got closer with old ones, and just had fun being around people for a change. The cross country team is made up of the greatest people, they are all really nice and really cool. I hate running, but being on the team is worth it.
Some of the highlights of the trip include: The night walk, the Michel Jackson dance, the frozen t-shirt contest, and so much more. On the night walk the whole girl's team went out of the camp onto the roads that cut through the endless sea of cornfields around the camp. we laid down in the middle of the road and looked at the stars, and we all just kind of talked about the team, our goals, and we just chilled. (Because the camp is in east-Jesus nowhere there was no danger of being run over. I mean come on who wants to take a pleasure cruise down a road that leads to nowhere at night with corn everywhere?) It was a cool moment.
Also the girls team made up a dance for the talent show. In light of the King of pops death we decided to do a M.J. dance. We made a mix of some of him most famous songs and we took some of his best dance moves and made a dance that totally rocked. Tanya is a M.K. goddess I tell you, she can do his moves better than he can, and she taught us all how to make it look super cool.
Then there were tons of other activities and things that were a ton of fun, but you get the just of it. Also I wanted to ask about something. I know nobody reads this but I am asking for advice anyway. Is it bad to get your hopes up about something? I want something to happen, to finally work out. But i know if it doesn't work I am just going to be let down all the harder, do I hope or do I try to forget?
Anyway I am going to go eat, bye
But, I am going to start describing the not-fun part. I hope anyone who reads my blog would know that the thing that I hate most is running. And it adds insult to injury that I am the worst on the team, a.k.a always freaking last. I didn't want to get up at 6 every morning and run 6 miles. It was not pleasant.
But then, we had the whole day to ourselves just to goof off and be around each other. I made a few new friends, I got closer with old ones, and just had fun being around people for a change. The cross country team is made up of the greatest people, they are all really nice and really cool. I hate running, but being on the team is worth it.
Some of the highlights of the trip include: The night walk, the Michel Jackson dance, the frozen t-shirt contest, and so much more. On the night walk the whole girl's team went out of the camp onto the roads that cut through the endless sea of cornfields around the camp. we laid down in the middle of the road and looked at the stars, and we all just kind of talked about the team, our goals, and we just chilled. (Because the camp is in east-Jesus nowhere there was no danger of being run over. I mean come on who wants to take a pleasure cruise down a road that leads to nowhere at night with corn everywhere?) It was a cool moment.
Also the girls team made up a dance for the talent show. In light of the King of pops death we decided to do a M.J. dance. We made a mix of some of him most famous songs and we took some of his best dance moves and made a dance that totally rocked. Tanya is a M.K. goddess I tell you, she can do his moves better than he can, and she taught us all how to make it look super cool.
Then there were tons of other activities and things that were a ton of fun, but you get the just of it. Also I wanted to ask about something. I know nobody reads this but I am asking for advice anyway. Is it bad to get your hopes up about something? I want something to happen, to finally work out. But i know if it doesn't work I am just going to be let down all the harder, do I hope or do I try to forget?
Anyway I am going to go eat, bye
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Shaving Cream and Iowa
It seems like forever since I have blogged, I was gone for a while, Iowa, and band camp and so forth. But because I have no readers I know I was not missed.
But, to my intense surprise, I had fun, at band camp... Well actually the majority of the time there sucked, but the time not spent marching or playing made up for the approximately 8 hours a day spent in boredom.
Squad Olympics were really fun, Maggie and I did awesome at the 3-legged race. But the best part came after that, the legendary shaving cream fight. First off the seniors decorated all the freshman with shaving cream (us 3 freshman alto sax players were made into, what else, a saxophone) Then all hell broke loose. Everyone attacked each other with shaving cream. Lots of running, screaming, laughing, falling, and lots and lots of mess. By the end of it all we all had a coating of shaving cream an inch thick on us from head to toe. No joke. No one was even semi-recognizable, we looked like puffy ghosts. It was the most fun I've had in a very long time.
And because I am not recording these events in the order they happened I will go right along to the other fun nights of band camp. Skit night was great, the seniors did the greatest skit ever, I laughed and laughed and laughed. I am not going to describe it because I cannot capture it's hilarity in the perfect way it was portrayed.
Then, how can I forget, there was the band dance. Much different than any middle school dance I've ever been too let me tell you that. It was rather awkward because I am not social and not a very good dancer, but with friend's encouragement I did dance with a few people. I even had my very first slow dance (!)
Iowa was half-fun. I had a blast in Iowa city, I really, really like college towns, and because they both went there my parents gave me the insiders tour of the University of Iowa. And visiting my family after that... well I lived. But anywho I must go and watch 70s show, I am a fanatic
Farewell
But, to my intense surprise, I had fun, at band camp... Well actually the majority of the time there sucked, but the time not spent marching or playing made up for the approximately 8 hours a day spent in boredom.
Squad Olympics were really fun, Maggie and I did awesome at the 3-legged race. But the best part came after that, the legendary shaving cream fight. First off the seniors decorated all the freshman with shaving cream (us 3 freshman alto sax players were made into, what else, a saxophone) Then all hell broke loose. Everyone attacked each other with shaving cream. Lots of running, screaming, laughing, falling, and lots and lots of mess. By the end of it all we all had a coating of shaving cream an inch thick on us from head to toe. No joke. No one was even semi-recognizable, we looked like puffy ghosts. It was the most fun I've had in a very long time.
And because I am not recording these events in the order they happened I will go right along to the other fun nights of band camp. Skit night was great, the seniors did the greatest skit ever, I laughed and laughed and laughed. I am not going to describe it because I cannot capture it's hilarity in the perfect way it was portrayed.
Then, how can I forget, there was the band dance. Much different than any middle school dance I've ever been too let me tell you that. It was rather awkward because I am not social and not a very good dancer, but with friend's encouragement I did dance with a few people. I even had my very first slow dance (!)
Iowa was half-fun. I had a blast in Iowa city, I really, really like college towns, and because they both went there my parents gave me the insiders tour of the University of Iowa. And visiting my family after that... well I lived. But anywho I must go and watch 70s show, I am a fanatic
Farewell
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I am going to disappear
Do you know that feeling where you eat way too much and then when you walk it swashes around in your stomach uncomfortably? I've got that right now and am not enjoying it.
In other news I am leaving for Iowa tomorrow for my grandparents 50th anniversary party. I really don't want to go. My Dad's side of the family does not like me, and spending a few days making awkward chit-chat while they fawn over my sister and ignore me is not really my idea of a good time. Hopefully by then I will have finally figured out how to become invisible, something I've been wanting to do for a very long time.
Also while I am gone I will be missing two parties, hosted by two of my best friends, (well the second one is a maybe) and I haven't hung out with them in a while due to the fact that band is every day, right smack dab in the middle of the day, making it impossible to do anything because we are being GRADED on coming to summer classes. I cant even begin to explain how wrong this is. My grade, on my actual report card, depends on me coming to band in SUMMER. Tell me, is this not completely and totally wrong?!?!?!?
Then as soon as I get back from Iowa (a freaking 10 hour drive) I will have to leave at 5 the next morning to go to the high school to get carted off to band camp. I have reason to be afraid, I've heard horrible things about band camp. Then I can relax for a week... and get carted off to cross country camp. Yes, the world hates me. A lot.
So I'm going to go, and try to forget about the fiasco that will be occurring soon enough. So, I will disappear for a week and a half, come back for a week, then disappear for another week. So this blog is going to be patchy, because I sincerely doubt it would be a good idea to bring a laptop to camp.
In other news I am leaving for Iowa tomorrow for my grandparents 50th anniversary party. I really don't want to go. My Dad's side of the family does not like me, and spending a few days making awkward chit-chat while they fawn over my sister and ignore me is not really my idea of a good time. Hopefully by then I will have finally figured out how to become invisible, something I've been wanting to do for a very long time.
Also while I am gone I will be missing two parties, hosted by two of my best friends, (well the second one is a maybe) and I haven't hung out with them in a while due to the fact that band is every day, right smack dab in the middle of the day, making it impossible to do anything because we are being GRADED on coming to summer classes. I cant even begin to explain how wrong this is. My grade, on my actual report card, depends on me coming to band in SUMMER. Tell me, is this not completely and totally wrong?!?!?!?
Then as soon as I get back from Iowa (a freaking 10 hour drive) I will have to leave at 5 the next morning to go to the high school to get carted off to band camp. I have reason to be afraid, I've heard horrible things about band camp. Then I can relax for a week... and get carted off to cross country camp. Yes, the world hates me. A lot.
So I'm going to go, and try to forget about the fiasco that will be occurring soon enough. So, I will disappear for a week and a half, come back for a week, then disappear for another week. So this blog is going to be patchy, because I sincerely doubt it would be a good idea to bring a laptop to camp.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
I want it to snow
It is very frustrating and discouraging to try really hard at something you know you will never be good at. I will never be a very good runner, I don't have any natural talent. I try and try at cross country, but I know I will always be last on the team. Mostly I am running to stay in shape and be healthy, but it is kind of hard when in every practice I am being passed by everyone.
The only sport I enjoy, the only spot I am good at, is skiing, and most unfortunately it happens to be summer right now. Not the best time for skiing. I could stay out on the slopes all day, well if I didn't get cold. Also skiing is something that in my opinion is great for just being by yourself. I meet lots of interesting people on the ski lifts, and then I can just race down, and, crap it is finally summer vacation and all I want is for it to snow.
I am completely changing the subject, so try to keep up, this blog is going to jump around a lot. (And I don't mean just this post, but like the entire blog in general) I have been in a very bad mood for the past few days and to say so myself have been doing a great job at hiding it. I am not even going to go into the reasons for my un-happiness because it is too complicated.
I have also been having a very busy week. I go to band for two hours every day, and then to cross country soon after on certain days. I am very tired, and very done with the world. I think that I am just going to end this post now because I am making absolutely no sense at all and it would benefit everyone if I just shut up.
Bye
The only sport I enjoy, the only spot I am good at, is skiing, and most unfortunately it happens to be summer right now. Not the best time for skiing. I could stay out on the slopes all day, well if I didn't get cold. Also skiing is something that in my opinion is great for just being by yourself. I meet lots of interesting people on the ski lifts, and then I can just race down, and, crap it is finally summer vacation and all I want is for it to snow.
I am completely changing the subject, so try to keep up, this blog is going to jump around a lot. (And I don't mean just this post, but like the entire blog in general) I have been in a very bad mood for the past few days and to say so myself have been doing a great job at hiding it. I am not even going to go into the reasons for my un-happiness because it is too complicated.
I have also been having a very busy week. I go to band for two hours every day, and then to cross country soon after on certain days. I am very tired, and very done with the world. I think that I am just going to end this post now because I am making absolutely no sense at all and it would benefit everyone if I just shut up.
Bye
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Hibernation and Panic-Attacks
I ran 4 and a half miles today. I feel pretty happy about that. I know, I know, tons of super-runners are scratching their heads saying, "Why the heck is she happy about that? 4 and a half miles is nothing!" But for a 14 year old geek who does nothing but read usually this is an accomplishment. I was rained on and thoroughly wet, but that made it easier. I don't really enjoy running, like the act of moving one foot in front of the other, but being on a team is cool, and knowing that I am getting in better shape is cool too.
But this week is difficult, no other freshman are coming to the practices, and I feel invisible in the crowd of seniors and juniors. It is odd, it's like they are speaking a language I haven't been taught. It wasn't like this with my other upper-classman friends I made in journalism last year, we shared interests, they seemed to like me, and we could talk about stuff. In cross country I am invisible and un-noticed. It kind of sucks.
But onto other important matters. My best friend Stella had a Harry Potter panic-attack. She was forced to stop reading the Deathly Hallows, and had a minor meltdown. She freaked out and had to call me to calm down, and now is wondering if she will ever be at peace if she is not reading Harry Potter. I can sympathise. I don't show any outward signs of freaking out, but on the inside I wish that I was reading it, I wish I was in the book, I wish the series wouldn't have ended. I guess we are having a bad case of Harry Potter withdrawal. Tell me if this happens to any of you in the comments.
But I am in need of a really, really good book to read, any ideas? I just need to read! I need a distraction from my sucky life, I need to disappear into an amazing story. I need to enter someone else's life for a day or two. I might just sleep because it will be something to do. Wow, how sad is that? Is it possible for people to hibernate? Because hibernation sounds pretty good right now.
But this week is difficult, no other freshman are coming to the practices, and I feel invisible in the crowd of seniors and juniors. It is odd, it's like they are speaking a language I haven't been taught. It wasn't like this with my other upper-classman friends I made in journalism last year, we shared interests, they seemed to like me, and we could talk about stuff. In cross country I am invisible and un-noticed. It kind of sucks.
But onto other important matters. My best friend Stella had a Harry Potter panic-attack. She was forced to stop reading the Deathly Hallows, and had a minor meltdown. She freaked out and had to call me to calm down, and now is wondering if she will ever be at peace if she is not reading Harry Potter. I can sympathise. I don't show any outward signs of freaking out, but on the inside I wish that I was reading it, I wish I was in the book, I wish the series wouldn't have ended. I guess we are having a bad case of Harry Potter withdrawal. Tell me if this happens to any of you in the comments.
But I am in need of a really, really good book to read, any ideas? I just need to read! I need a distraction from my sucky life, I need to disappear into an amazing story. I need to enter someone else's life for a day or two. I might just sleep because it will be something to do. Wow, how sad is that? Is it possible for people to hibernate? Because hibernation sounds pretty good right now.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Mice and Mockingbirds
I am so disappointed in the Harry Potter Movie that I am not even going to mention it in this blog. Well besides this sentence.
I had to get up really early this morning to go to the orthodontist. I know they tell you taffy isn't a good idea, I still ate a ton of laffy taffy, and therefor broke my retainer. Oops. But today is a very good day because... I DON"T HAVE CROSS COUNTRY AGAIN UNTIL TUESDAY!!!! Because I happen to be the worst runner on the girls Woodridge high school Cross Country team, I am not a huge fan of going to practice. Not a huge achievement on my part. But, oh well, I can get up and run 4 miles if need be, more than I thought I could ever do back when I was a little 6th grader.
But in the time from my last blog I have gotten in a fight with my mother, and gotten in a fight with one of my best friends, whoopie. If only if only drama didn't exist. But I'm going into my freshman year of high school, I know I am in for a heckofalotof drama.
Now I have a question for you people who read my blog, if there are any. Is it creepy for a sophomore guy to only go out with 8th graders and freshman? This guy (no names) my friend told me about has crushed on 4 8th graders and dated two of them, and all his other girl-friends have been at least a year younger. I say this is odd. What is your opinion?
But I am happy for two reasons. #1, I have finally read Of Mice And Men, and absolutely loved it, it made me cry. My favorite books are the ones that make me cry. My friends do not understand this, sticking to the SAD IS BAD campaign for books, but I disagree. If a book is good enough to make you feel, to make you feel so strongly that it brings you to tears, it is a good book. I also like books that make me laugh, for the same reason.
#2, I have finally convinced my sister to read To Kill A Mockingbird, something I have been trying to do for ages.
Well that's all for now folks!
I had to get up really early this morning to go to the orthodontist. I know they tell you taffy isn't a good idea, I still ate a ton of laffy taffy, and therefor broke my retainer. Oops. But today is a very good day because... I DON"T HAVE CROSS COUNTRY AGAIN UNTIL TUESDAY!!!! Because I happen to be the worst runner on the girls Woodridge high school Cross Country team, I am not a huge fan of going to practice. Not a huge achievement on my part. But, oh well, I can get up and run 4 miles if need be, more than I thought I could ever do back when I was a little 6th grader.
But in the time from my last blog I have gotten in a fight with my mother, and gotten in a fight with one of my best friends, whoopie. If only if only drama didn't exist. But I'm going into my freshman year of high school, I know I am in for a heckofalotof drama.
Now I have a question for you people who read my blog, if there are any. Is it creepy for a sophomore guy to only go out with 8th graders and freshman? This guy (no names) my friend told me about has crushed on 4 8th graders and dated two of them, and all his other girl-friends have been at least a year younger. I say this is odd. What is your opinion?
But I am happy for two reasons. #1, I have finally read Of Mice And Men, and absolutely loved it, it made me cry. My favorite books are the ones that make me cry. My friends do not understand this, sticking to the SAD IS BAD campaign for books, but I disagree. If a book is good enough to make you feel, to make you feel so strongly that it brings you to tears, it is a good book. I also like books that make me laugh, for the same reason.
#2, I have finally convinced my sister to read To Kill A Mockingbird, something I have been trying to do for ages.
Well that's all for now folks!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
HARRY POTTER!!!!!!!!!
I am both looking forward too, and dreading the rest of the day. I get to see Harry Potter at midnight with my friend Jacob- good. I have cross country in an hour and a half- very very bad.
I dread the start of the season with a fiery passion, I despise running, and I despise organized sports. The only reason I actually participate in such madness is the simple fact that I'm forced to. I would never willingly participate in any sport except skiing. My mother forces me to do cross country and track because I don't engage in any physical activity at all, (with the exception of skiing but that is winter) So she say I must run to stay in shape and be healthy. That is all fine and dandy but..... I HATE IT.
I am no good at running, I am going to be the worst on the high school team because I was the worst on the 8th grade girl's team. I am not a distance runner, I am a sprinter. But I have to go to practice, so I will finish this when I return.
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1 cross country practice and 1 shower later
I remember vividly why I hate to run. It sucks. And hurts. And it's hard. But I will say no more of the 4 miles of hell, I will go on to more important matters.
I AM SEEING HARRY POTTER IN APPROXIMATELY 3 AND A HALF HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am so excited, I hope it is good, but I mustn't get my hopes up too far or I will be let down in a huge sticky pile of yuckyness.
Oh Oh, on that subject I was highly disappointed in the last Jessica Darling novel, I loved the first 4 so much I was so disappointed at how bad the 5th one was. I didn't like how the author switched writing styles right at the end, and that the book only took place over a day, instead of 1 or more years like the others.
But I am to excited to write very much so I am just going to end this blog here, bye everyone!
I dread the start of the season with a fiery passion, I despise running, and I despise organized sports. The only reason I actually participate in such madness is the simple fact that I'm forced to. I would never willingly participate in any sport except skiing. My mother forces me to do cross country and track because I don't engage in any physical activity at all, (with the exception of skiing but that is winter) So she say I must run to stay in shape and be healthy. That is all fine and dandy but..... I HATE IT.
I am no good at running, I am going to be the worst on the high school team because I was the worst on the 8th grade girl's team. I am not a distance runner, I am a sprinter. But I have to go to practice, so I will finish this when I return.
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1 cross country practice and 1 shower later
I remember vividly why I hate to run. It sucks. And hurts. And it's hard. But I will say no more of the 4 miles of hell, I will go on to more important matters.
I AM SEEING HARRY POTTER IN APPROXIMATELY 3 AND A HALF HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am so excited, I hope it is good, but I mustn't get my hopes up too far or I will be let down in a huge sticky pile of yuckyness.
Oh Oh, on that subject I was highly disappointed in the last Jessica Darling novel, I loved the first 4 so much I was so disappointed at how bad the 5th one was. I didn't like how the author switched writing styles right at the end, and that the book only took place over a day, instead of 1 or more years like the others.
But I am to excited to write very much so I am just going to end this blog here, bye everyone!
Monday, July 13, 2009
I return!
Yes, I am back from Michigan, and I have gotten my butt off the couch and have put down my book long enough to blog. I myself am impressed.
True to my prediction, Michigan was awesome. I love it there, just to sit on the beach and read, to swim in the lake, to chill out and play poker, and munchkin. It was so cool, my uncle Luke came, and so did my best friend Stella. A little info on them: Luke is my uncle, but is only 18 so he feels like my brother. We do out best to drive each other nuts at every opportunity, and are in a constant cycle of getting revenge for one thing or another. Stella has been my best friend since pre-school, but most unfortunately we don't see each other much because she lives in Chicago still. Imagine the coolest person ever, and you've got her. I was excited to get to hang out with her for a week, and it just made the trip that much better.
Also because of the recommendations from my Mom's friend Ann, and from Hayleyghoover, I am now hooked on the Jessica Darling series. I am on the last book, and I am afraid to finish it because I don't want it to end.
I am anxiously awaiting the release of Harry Potter. I need to stop getting so hyped for these movies because I am much too harsh of a critic. I love the books so much I am always disappointed that the movies are not perfect. Stella tells me to view them as a separate work, "Imagine you have never read the books, that this is purely a movie, and it makes it a better experience. It will never compare to the books, but that doesn't mean you have to hate it." Or, something of that sort. I have great difficultly with this, I just can't help being disappointed. For more proof of my stubbornness I am out rightly refusing to watch the 10 Things I Hate About You TV show. I love the movie, it is amazing. I say, why is there need to re-do something that is perfect? Stella, again, tried to talk some sense into me. "If you look at it just as a TV show it is enjoyable, but if you expect it to be the movie, you will just hate it. Of course it's not as good, but oh well." But I am still protesting the show, my stubbornness continues.
The same thing happens everywhere, every good old Disney movie has a horrible sequel made just so the sentimental people who loved the first one will see it. No movie can be left alone, it needs to be continued. It is annoying. And the movies that are not a sequel are either a re-make, or something based on the same principal that a million other movies are based off of. The same thing happens with books, very few are really original, they are just a mix-up of the same thing all other books are. There are no new ideas anymore. But, I must end my rant, I need food
Glad to be back!
(oh also, cross country starts tomorrow, I am going to die, I am dreading it, HELP ME!!!)
True to my prediction, Michigan was awesome. I love it there, just to sit on the beach and read, to swim in the lake, to chill out and play poker, and munchkin. It was so cool, my uncle Luke came, and so did my best friend Stella. A little info on them: Luke is my uncle, but is only 18 so he feels like my brother. We do out best to drive each other nuts at every opportunity, and are in a constant cycle of getting revenge for one thing or another. Stella has been my best friend since pre-school, but most unfortunately we don't see each other much because she lives in Chicago still. Imagine the coolest person ever, and you've got her. I was excited to get to hang out with her for a week, and it just made the trip that much better.
Also because of the recommendations from my Mom's friend Ann, and from Hayleyghoover, I am now hooked on the Jessica Darling series. I am on the last book, and I am afraid to finish it because I don't want it to end.
I am anxiously awaiting the release of Harry Potter. I need to stop getting so hyped for these movies because I am much too harsh of a critic. I love the books so much I am always disappointed that the movies are not perfect. Stella tells me to view them as a separate work, "Imagine you have never read the books, that this is purely a movie, and it makes it a better experience. It will never compare to the books, but that doesn't mean you have to hate it." Or, something of that sort. I have great difficultly with this, I just can't help being disappointed. For more proof of my stubbornness I am out rightly refusing to watch the 10 Things I Hate About You TV show. I love the movie, it is amazing. I say, why is there need to re-do something that is perfect? Stella, again, tried to talk some sense into me. "If you look at it just as a TV show it is enjoyable, but if you expect it to be the movie, you will just hate it. Of course it's not as good, but oh well." But I am still protesting the show, my stubbornness continues.
The same thing happens everywhere, every good old Disney movie has a horrible sequel made just so the sentimental people who loved the first one will see it. No movie can be left alone, it needs to be continued. It is annoying. And the movies that are not a sequel are either a re-make, or something based on the same principal that a million other movies are based off of. The same thing happens with books, very few are really original, they are just a mix-up of the same thing all other books are. There are no new ideas anymore. But, I must end my rant, I need food
Glad to be back!
(oh also, cross country starts tomorrow, I am going to die, I am dreading it, HELP ME!!!)
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Goodbye for a while
I am leaving for the Cottage in Michigan tomorrow. (If you don't know what I am talking about see my previous post titled The Cottage) I might bring my laptop, I am still deciding. But I know it is far beyond hope that I will have Internet access for that time, so I will be gone for a week. I can hear the groans of disappointment now. . . from 2 people. 1 is me. And I made up the second person.
Also I will have no cell phone reception there, so I will be entirely cut off from everything. It is a frightening prospect. So I will disappear for a week. I actually have to pack, and I only wanted to let everyone know where I was going so this will be an unusually short blog, sorry guys.
So bye for a while!
Also I will have no cell phone reception there, so I will be entirely cut off from everything. It is a frightening prospect. So I will disappear for a week. I actually have to pack, and I only wanted to let everyone know where I was going so this will be an unusually short blog, sorry guys.
So bye for a while!
Monday, June 29, 2009
My Fairy Tale Death
I am in a very bad mood. The saddest part is, all the reasons for me being in a bad mood are really really stupid.
1. I ordered a few pairs of jeans and some shorts from a magazine a week or so back, and I got them today. NONE OF IT FIT. I have gotten fat. I weigh 120 pounds and I am 14 years old, this is very very sad.
2. Cross country starts in 2 days and I haven't ran since track ended. Plus this is HIGH SCHOOL cross country, at WOODRIDGE, and MR. HOWARD is the coach. I can't run more than 2 miles to save my life right now, and freaking races are almost 3 miles. So i have concluded that I am going to die, so I will now plan my funeral.
None of this will ever happen but hey, I'm dead, I can dream it is happening. Actually I really don't care, I'm dead burn me and then do whatever. What does a dead girl care?
I want to be cremated, and I want most of my ashes scattered around the world, with some to be kept with my family. The ashes need to be in Greece, Rome, Venice, Paris, Hawaii, Chicago, Michigan, England, and as any other cool places as you could think of.
Okay here is the realm of impossibility, but hey, I'm creating my fairy tale death. Wow that sounds wrong.
I want a library built in my honor, with all my books donated to it, and I want everyone I know to donate books as well. Then my chest with my Harry Potter books will be considered sacred. Everyone will, instead of giving flowers, give a book or two at my wake to be donated to the library. In years it will grow huge, and will become famous and, and, and, I'm losing it aren't I?
Oh well, I'm off to look at a catalogue of jewelry I can't afford!
1. I ordered a few pairs of jeans and some shorts from a magazine a week or so back, and I got them today. NONE OF IT FIT. I have gotten fat. I weigh 120 pounds and I am 14 years old, this is very very sad.
2. Cross country starts in 2 days and I haven't ran since track ended. Plus this is HIGH SCHOOL cross country, at WOODRIDGE, and MR. HOWARD is the coach. I can't run more than 2 miles to save my life right now, and freaking races are almost 3 miles. So i have concluded that I am going to die, so I will now plan my funeral.
None of this will ever happen but hey, I'm dead, I can dream it is happening. Actually I really don't care, I'm dead burn me and then do whatever. What does a dead girl care?
I want to be cremated, and I want most of my ashes scattered around the world, with some to be kept with my family. The ashes need to be in Greece, Rome, Venice, Paris, Hawaii, Chicago, Michigan, England, and as any other cool places as you could think of.
Okay here is the realm of impossibility, but hey, I'm creating my fairy tale death. Wow that sounds wrong.
I want a library built in my honor, with all my books donated to it, and I want everyone I know to donate books as well. Then my chest with my Harry Potter books will be considered sacred. Everyone will, instead of giving flowers, give a book or two at my wake to be donated to the library. In years it will grow huge, and will become famous and, and, and, I'm losing it aren't I?
Oh well, I'm off to look at a catalogue of jewelry I can't afford!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Rocketship
Is it wrong to be happy when your best friends is miserable? I hate it but, she is so depressed and I am, well, not. It is not natural, I'm not used to it. I just guess I just wish we could be happy together. When we both got crushed by differant guys we were miserable together, but I wish we could both be just happy together, we were in 7th grade, but now she is sad and I hate it. I just want 7th grade back, I want it to be like that again.
Here, I have exactly what I want freshman year to be for us, I know it is wistful thinking and utterly impossible, but hey, I can dream.
1.We love our teachers and classes.
2.We meet awsome sophmores we absolutely love, and they love us.
3. We do silly girl stuff before a big dance (homecoming, winter formal, ect.) and get awsome dresses and all that silly crap. Then we go to these silly dances with our group of friends, and dance because we won't be wearing heels so we would be able to dance. (Yes maggie if you are reading this I will not wear heels, they are death traps)
4.She gets wonderfull revenge on that idiot. (maggie you know who)
5. I continue to be my lovely geeky self.
6. She becomes popular but does not leave her old friends.
7. We get awsome grades, and rock out in track and cross (I won't because I'm no good at sports, but oh well)
8. Lots of other good stuff.
This is a short post but hey, I've been writing all day, I need a semi-break.
So an eary goodbye.
And Maggie, don't be sad, everything is good cuz we have a rocket ship. He is dumb, you are not, live, be happy, adue.
Here, I have exactly what I want freshman year to be for us, I know it is wistful thinking and utterly impossible, but hey, I can dream.
1.We love our teachers and classes.
2.We meet awsome sophmores we absolutely love, and they love us.
3. We do silly girl stuff before a big dance (homecoming, winter formal, ect.) and get awsome dresses and all that silly crap. Then we go to these silly dances with our group of friends, and dance because we won't be wearing heels so we would be able to dance. (Yes maggie if you are reading this I will not wear heels, they are death traps)
4.She gets wonderfull revenge on that idiot. (maggie you know who)
5. I continue to be my lovely geeky self.
6. She becomes popular but does not leave her old friends.
7. We get awsome grades, and rock out in track and cross (I won't because I'm no good at sports, but oh well)
8. Lots of other good stuff.
This is a short post but hey, I've been writing all day, I need a semi-break.
So an eary goodbye.
And Maggie, don't be sad, everything is good cuz we have a rocket ship. He is dumb, you are not, live, be happy, adue.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Oreos should be served at fancy restaurants
I REALLY HATE FANCY RESTAURANTS
Today is my parent's 17th anniversary, witch is good. I'm glad they love each other and are not divorced, but let me tell you the dinner was excruciating.
I was not informed beforehand that this was a fancy restaurant, and as soon as I stepped in the door I felt under-dressed. I got over that though thinking, hey, screw you fancy waiters in tuxes, who cares if I'm in flannel.
Then when you actually sit down the waiters hand you a menu in fancy cursive that is impossible to read, and everything is ungodly expensive. Everything sounds so complicated you have no idea what anything is, and when you ask your waiter what it is he just describes it in an even more complicated way. You end up ordering something you have no idea what it is. It usually turns out to have way to many freaky spices and stuff you don't even want to guess at on it.
Also after you order it takes the length of a bible for your food to come, and you get hungrier and hungrier. Then after you get the multiple courses (drinks, appetizer, main course, dessert, each takes just as long to be brought out to you.) the night is over and all you have to do is go home and play poker.
Oh oh oh! I forgot to tell you all about poker night.
Fact- it is impossible to get tired while playing poker.
My parents and uncle and I played poker from 9:30 until 2 in the morning last night. And even after that I was not the slightest bit tired. I ate so many stale but somehow still delicious Oreos last night I was sugar high. Then around 4 in the morning I crashed and needed rest. Then I slept till noon. It was awesome. I went trough fazes of winning all the chips in poker to losing it all, it was strange. For the life of me I cant remember if I was winning at the end.
But all in all, it was cool, Poker anyone?
Today is my parent's 17th anniversary, witch is good. I'm glad they love each other and are not divorced, but let me tell you the dinner was excruciating.
I was not informed beforehand that this was a fancy restaurant, and as soon as I stepped in the door I felt under-dressed. I got over that though thinking, hey, screw you fancy waiters in tuxes, who cares if I'm in flannel.
Then when you actually sit down the waiters hand you a menu in fancy cursive that is impossible to read, and everything is ungodly expensive. Everything sounds so complicated you have no idea what anything is, and when you ask your waiter what it is he just describes it in an even more complicated way. You end up ordering something you have no idea what it is. It usually turns out to have way to many freaky spices and stuff you don't even want to guess at on it.
Also after you order it takes the length of a bible for your food to come, and you get hungrier and hungrier. Then after you get the multiple courses (drinks, appetizer, main course, dessert, each takes just as long to be brought out to you.) the night is over and all you have to do is go home and play poker.
Oh oh oh! I forgot to tell you all about poker night.
Fact- it is impossible to get tired while playing poker.
My parents and uncle and I played poker from 9:30 until 2 in the morning last night. And even after that I was not the slightest bit tired. I ate so many stale but somehow still delicious Oreos last night I was sugar high. Then around 4 in the morning I crashed and needed rest. Then I slept till noon. It was awesome. I went trough fazes of winning all the chips in poker to losing it all, it was strange. For the life of me I cant remember if I was winning at the end.
But all in all, it was cool, Poker anyone?
Friday, June 26, 2009
The Cottage
I am excited for various different things.
1. I will get to go to the Renaissance fair soon. I know this is a dorky thing to like but I enjoy it so, oh well.
2. We are going to Michigan soon!
3. Well I guess I was only excited for two things. Sad.
But I must explain what Michigan is for me. There is a cabin there that my family has been going to for all of my life, most of my baby pictures are from there. But this is more than just a cabin we rent for a week, it is like my second home.
The cabin is owned by my mom's best friend's parents. They are like another set of grandparents, and their house is just up the driveway from the cottage. We go up there for breakfast all the time. Also I know everyone there, We usually have about 20 people shoved in a 2 bedroom cabin for labor day. All the people are like my other family. Paul, Mark, Cristine, Eddie, Ann, TJ, Maddie, Rick, Ali, Eve, Ed, Mary, Shuffle-bunny, Matt, Stephanie, and more. They are people I've known my whole life. My uncle Luke comes, but he is more like my brother.
The beach is only down a few steps (who am I kidding a lot of steps) and we swim all day in lake Michigan, no matter how cold it may be. Then at night we go down when it is pitch black, look at the stars, listen to the waves, and set of a butt-load of fireworks on 4th of July. I jump up and down on the sand, witch is always soft. Some of my best memories are there.
We go to Pickadels for ice cream, the only place in that has my favorite flavor, superman. Luke builds a HUGE sandcastle, trying to top the one he made last year every time. We play cards, we play munchkin, the parents get drunk, Rick eats moths, we all stay up forever and sleep til noon. My crazy mother gets up early to take her morning swim in the lake.
We bring our dogs then chase them down the beach whenever they see seagulls. We go to the dunes and ride on dune buggies at speeds to make you scream, we drive those dune buggies through huge puddles so we all get soaked. Everyone is afraid to ride with Luke because he drives like a madman. We all try to build a dam on the creek that runs into the lake, it usually stays for a few minuets. :-)
The best thing is, we have no agenda. We have been coming here for years, we know all about it. We can just relax and have fun. There is nothing we have to do, or have to see, we just relax. I love it there, some of my very best memories are in the Cottage. It is the best week of the summer, and I always come back with a killer tan. And soon, I shall be there.
To Summer!
1. I will get to go to the Renaissance fair soon. I know this is a dorky thing to like but I enjoy it so, oh well.
2. We are going to Michigan soon!
3. Well I guess I was only excited for two things. Sad.
But I must explain what Michigan is for me. There is a cabin there that my family has been going to for all of my life, most of my baby pictures are from there. But this is more than just a cabin we rent for a week, it is like my second home.
The cabin is owned by my mom's best friend's parents. They are like another set of grandparents, and their house is just up the driveway from the cottage. We go up there for breakfast all the time. Also I know everyone there, We usually have about 20 people shoved in a 2 bedroom cabin for labor day. All the people are like my other family. Paul, Mark, Cristine, Eddie, Ann, TJ, Maddie, Rick, Ali, Eve, Ed, Mary, Shuffle-bunny, Matt, Stephanie, and more. They are people I've known my whole life. My uncle Luke comes, but he is more like my brother.
The beach is only down a few steps (who am I kidding a lot of steps) and we swim all day in lake Michigan, no matter how cold it may be. Then at night we go down when it is pitch black, look at the stars, listen to the waves, and set of a butt-load of fireworks on 4th of July. I jump up and down on the sand, witch is always soft. Some of my best memories are there.
We go to Pickadels for ice cream, the only place in that has my favorite flavor, superman. Luke builds a HUGE sandcastle, trying to top the one he made last year every time. We play cards, we play munchkin, the parents get drunk, Rick eats moths, we all stay up forever and sleep til noon. My crazy mother gets up early to take her morning swim in the lake.
We bring our dogs then chase them down the beach whenever they see seagulls. We go to the dunes and ride on dune buggies at speeds to make you scream, we drive those dune buggies through huge puddles so we all get soaked. Everyone is afraid to ride with Luke because he drives like a madman. We all try to build a dam on the creek that runs into the lake, it usually stays for a few minuets. :-)
The best thing is, we have no agenda. We have been coming here for years, we know all about it. We can just relax and have fun. There is nothing we have to do, or have to see, we just relax. I love it there, some of my very best memories are in the Cottage. It is the best week of the summer, and I always come back with a killer tan. And soon, I shall be there.
To Summer!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Humans make me mad
Have you ever been completely and totally wrong about someone? Like everything you thought about them was just utterly and completely wrong? Well it can make you feel like a real idiot let me tell you.
It can be both good and bad. For example the good kind- You didn't really know someone, but thought they were weird/jerk/freak (or think of anything else, it doesn't matter this is an example) Then you get to know them and realize they are pretty cool.
This does not happen often enough.
Then there is the really crappy version. The version that happens wayyyy to often. You think someone is pretty cool/really nice/ your friend. Then you realize, weather it is by getting to know them, or being betrayed by them, being treated badly by them, or anything really, that they suck.
Sometimes I wish things were simpler. If someone hated you, you would know. If someone loved you, you would know. I hate secrets and lies, and betrayals and hurt. It is a waste of time and energy. If someone didn't want to be your friend anymore why couldn't they just say so instead of going behind your back and being cruel?
If you found out someone liked you why can't you show a little compassion. I'm not saying like them back, you can't force that. Just be nice, talk to them, don't treat them like a freaking leper as soon as you find out.
I just wish that in this world people could have a little human decency, be a little more caring more loving, more understanding, more tolerant. If people could just treat other people decently! I'm not talking about donating all your life savings to charity or becoming a saint, just to do the small favor of not being cruel to people! Just to treat them like they are human beings, just to be DECENT!
I am just fuming right now, it makes me so mad how cruel people can be, just for the sake of being cruel. I mean what is the point? We are all people.
It can be both good and bad. For example the good kind- You didn't really know someone, but thought they were weird/jerk/freak (or think of anything else, it doesn't matter this is an example) Then you get to know them and realize they are pretty cool.
This does not happen often enough.
Then there is the really crappy version. The version that happens wayyyy to often. You think someone is pretty cool/really nice/ your friend. Then you realize, weather it is by getting to know them, or being betrayed by them, being treated badly by them, or anything really, that they suck.
Sometimes I wish things were simpler. If someone hated you, you would know. If someone loved you, you would know. I hate secrets and lies, and betrayals and hurt. It is a waste of time and energy. If someone didn't want to be your friend anymore why couldn't they just say so instead of going behind your back and being cruel?
If you found out someone liked you why can't you show a little compassion. I'm not saying like them back, you can't force that. Just be nice, talk to them, don't treat them like a freaking leper as soon as you find out.
I just wish that in this world people could have a little human decency, be a little more caring more loving, more understanding, more tolerant. If people could just treat other people decently! I'm not talking about donating all your life savings to charity or becoming a saint, just to do the small favor of not being cruel to people! Just to treat them like they are human beings, just to be DECENT!
I am just fuming right now, it makes me so mad how cruel people can be, just for the sake of being cruel. I mean what is the point? We are all people.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Letter
I've decided that yes, I will post part of the letter I sent to Stephanie Meyer. Read and tell me what you think, if you agree with my views or not.
You say in your website you are not an anti-feminist, and that Bella is only weak because she is surrounded by super-strong people. I understand this but I still think Bella is weak, not physically but mentally. Throughout the entire series I never really knew her. I knew she loved Edward, but does she have anything besides him? Interests, hobbies, things she feels strongly about, dreams, hopes, ambitions? Does she have anything but him? It was displayed perfectly in new moon, when he left she was empty. My mother and father love each other unconditionally, but if my dad left my mom would continue to live her life. She is confident enough and strong enough to survive on her own. She loves him with all her heart but she is still her own person. I don’t sense this confidence in Bella.
Also she is always second guessing herself, everything she says and everything she does. She is constantly thinking, “Wait did I say something wrong? Does he still love me?” She should’t have to base all her decisions on what she thinks will please Edward, she should be her own person and be whoever she wants to be.
Bella is not very confident. She second guesses herself and she puts herself down. She does not love herself. I don’t think you can truly love someone until you love yourself. I know I am not the most beautiful girl in the world but that does not mean that I don’t love myself. I am who I am and that’s what matters. Okay, Rosalie is more beautiful than Bella, but that does not mean she does not ‘deserve’ Edward. No one is better than anyone else, and she should not let herself believe Edward is so much better than her, that she is the lucky one. This is, in my opinion, a sign of a weak person.
Actually I like the minor characters much more that the protagonists, Seth, Leah, Jasper, the wolf pack, and Alice all top Bella on Edward on my favorite characters list. They have depth, a background, a life, interests, loves, dreams. They seem like their own complete person, unlike Bella and Edward. I hate the idea that a person is only a half; that they cannot exist without their match. Love does not work like that. I am not in love but I know I am my own person, my own being, with hopes and dreams and a future, with or without a love. I can be complete without having a husband, or a love, or anything.
In the long run I would say I am on team Jacob. Bella is able to talk to him, to be around him without constantly saying, “Oh my; did I say something wrong?” she is able to be his friend. I don’t think Bella and Edward are friends. They don’t even know each other. He asked her bunches of questions about her, that’s all. That does not constitute knowing someone. Not in the entire series does it mention them just talking, just being together, sharing ideas, and getting to know one another. This happens with Jacob. I think he is good for her. My best friend and I (who is a guy by the way) talk to each other on the phone for hours, discussing our opinions, thoughts, feelings, ideas, theories and other things. Bella and Edward never do this.
And finally may I say that you created wonderful conflicts in this series. The plot line is good, the obstacles are interesting and hard to figure out a solution to. But in my opinion all of these lovely conflicts were not so much resolved as avoided in Breaking Dawn. For example: 1. There is the whole Bella becoming a vampire thing, right or wrong? Oh let’s make it so she has to become a vampire to survive and make this a non-issue. 2. Jacob loves Bella. Okay lets have there be an imprinting system so he can just stop loving her and be all fine and dandy, issue avoided. 3. To be with Edward Bella must sacrifice things, like kids, and not being with humans because of the crazy newborn thing ect. Okay lets have her be super resistant to humans, and lets have her be able to have a kid anyway. You see all these things she would have had to sacrifice, completely avoided!
I wish that the ending were not so perfect, that some things would have had to go wrong. It would have made it more real. The whole Breaking Dawn book seemed just to be made so everyone will have their fairy-tale ending, so everyone will get exactly what they want.
and yes, I actually sent this. Was it true or were my points void? Comment!
You say in your website you are not an anti-feminist, and that Bella is only weak because she is surrounded by super-strong people. I understand this but I still think Bella is weak, not physically but mentally. Throughout the entire series I never really knew her. I knew she loved Edward, but does she have anything besides him? Interests, hobbies, things she feels strongly about, dreams, hopes, ambitions? Does she have anything but him? It was displayed perfectly in new moon, when he left she was empty. My mother and father love each other unconditionally, but if my dad left my mom would continue to live her life. She is confident enough and strong enough to survive on her own. She loves him with all her heart but she is still her own person. I don’t sense this confidence in Bella.
Also she is always second guessing herself, everything she says and everything she does. She is constantly thinking, “Wait did I say something wrong? Does he still love me?” She should’t have to base all her decisions on what she thinks will please Edward, she should be her own person and be whoever she wants to be.
Bella is not very confident. She second guesses herself and she puts herself down. She does not love herself. I don’t think you can truly love someone until you love yourself. I know I am not the most beautiful girl in the world but that does not mean that I don’t love myself. I am who I am and that’s what matters. Okay, Rosalie is more beautiful than Bella, but that does not mean she does not ‘deserve’ Edward. No one is better than anyone else, and she should not let herself believe Edward is so much better than her, that she is the lucky one. This is, in my opinion, a sign of a weak person.
Actually I like the minor characters much more that the protagonists, Seth, Leah, Jasper, the wolf pack, and Alice all top Bella on Edward on my favorite characters list. They have depth, a background, a life, interests, loves, dreams. They seem like their own complete person, unlike Bella and Edward. I hate the idea that a person is only a half; that they cannot exist without their match. Love does not work like that. I am not in love but I know I am my own person, my own being, with hopes and dreams and a future, with or without a love. I can be complete without having a husband, or a love, or anything.
In the long run I would say I am on team Jacob. Bella is able to talk to him, to be around him without constantly saying, “Oh my; did I say something wrong?” she is able to be his friend. I don’t think Bella and Edward are friends. They don’t even know each other. He asked her bunches of questions about her, that’s all. That does not constitute knowing someone. Not in the entire series does it mention them just talking, just being together, sharing ideas, and getting to know one another. This happens with Jacob. I think he is good for her. My best friend and I (who is a guy by the way) talk to each other on the phone for hours, discussing our opinions, thoughts, feelings, ideas, theories and other things. Bella and Edward never do this.
And finally may I say that you created wonderful conflicts in this series. The plot line is good, the obstacles are interesting and hard to figure out a solution to. But in my opinion all of these lovely conflicts were not so much resolved as avoided in Breaking Dawn. For example: 1. There is the whole Bella becoming a vampire thing, right or wrong? Oh let’s make it so she has to become a vampire to survive and make this a non-issue. 2. Jacob loves Bella. Okay lets have there be an imprinting system so he can just stop loving her and be all fine and dandy, issue avoided. 3. To be with Edward Bella must sacrifice things, like kids, and not being with humans because of the crazy newborn thing ect. Okay lets have her be super resistant to humans, and lets have her be able to have a kid anyway. You see all these things she would have had to sacrifice, completely avoided!
I wish that the ending were not so perfect, that some things would have had to go wrong. It would have made it more real. The whole Breaking Dawn book seemed just to be made so everyone will have their fairy-tale ending, so everyone will get exactly what they want.
and yes, I actually sent this. Was it true or were my points void? Comment!
Monday, June 22, 2009
And so we go
I haven't blogged in a few days because truth be told, I'm boring.
Also I have been busy re-reading the 6th Harry Potter book for the who-knows how many'th time. I must remember every detail about the book before the movie comes out. My family says I'm crazy and that re-reading the book will just make me hate the movie more when it is not exactly the same. My response is, "Well I won't hate it if they do it well and don't screw up my book!" To this is the ever-expected eye-roll, but I will not sway, however crazy I may be.
When I am reading a book I always get a lot of frustration because I can't do anything about what is happening in the story. I want to leap into the book and scream at Ron, "Stop hurting Hermione you jerk!" In the Percy Jackson series I want to strangle him and tell him to stop being a moron. I love both of these series and my frustration shows they are good. The book makes you feel, makes you cringe when a character does something wrong, makes you want to scream at them to do something else. This is a sign of a good book. Books I don't care about give me none of this. I could care less if the main character makes a mistake, or if they choose the wrong thing.
Also on an unrelated subject, all the movies that make people cry have no affect on me. Romeo and Juliet, didn't shed a tear. The Titanic, dry eyes. The notebook, I actually laughed my butt of while my friends cried (they decided I was a lost cause). But one movie that never fails, every time, no matter what to make me cry..... A Little Princess. No one cries at that, it ends happy for goodness sake, what is wrong with me? I have absolutely no idea. So far I get few comments but I can't help but say- list movies that make you cry in the comments.
And so we go. (If you don't get that reference read the Pendragon series)
Also I have been busy re-reading the 6th Harry Potter book for the who-knows how many'th time. I must remember every detail about the book before the movie comes out. My family says I'm crazy and that re-reading the book will just make me hate the movie more when it is not exactly the same. My response is, "Well I won't hate it if they do it well and don't screw up my book!" To this is the ever-expected eye-roll, but I will not sway, however crazy I may be.
When I am reading a book I always get a lot of frustration because I can't do anything about what is happening in the story. I want to leap into the book and scream at Ron, "Stop hurting Hermione you jerk!" In the Percy Jackson series I want to strangle him and tell him to stop being a moron. I love both of these series and my frustration shows they are good. The book makes you feel, makes you cringe when a character does something wrong, makes you want to scream at them to do something else. This is a sign of a good book. Books I don't care about give me none of this. I could care less if the main character makes a mistake, or if they choose the wrong thing.
Also on an unrelated subject, all the movies that make people cry have no affect on me. Romeo and Juliet, didn't shed a tear. The Titanic, dry eyes. The notebook, I actually laughed my butt of while my friends cried (they decided I was a lost cause). But one movie that never fails, every time, no matter what to make me cry..... A Little Princess. No one cries at that, it ends happy for goodness sake, what is wrong with me? I have absolutely no idea. So far I get few comments but I can't help but say- list movies that make you cry in the comments.
And so we go. (If you don't get that reference read the Pendragon series)
Friday, June 19, 2009
I am a geek, and I like Star Trek
I have a confession to make, I went to see Star Trek, and I actually really liked it. And I like Star Wars, Indiana Jones, horrible chic flicks, and numerous other embarrassing things. So here it is, the sad truth: I AM A GEEK, AND WILL DO NOTHING TO CHANGE THAT. Actually, forget that last comment, I am a geek and am proud of it.Here is a list of some of my geeky qualities.
I go to Harry Potter events dressed like one of the characters and have no shame in it.
I read all day.
I can randomly quote almost any line from that 70s show and/or How I Met Your Mother.
I reference Greek mythology in everyday life.
I love the Lord Of The Ring movies
Nobody understands my jokes because they are all based on books only I've read.
I could go on with this list for several days, but I think you've got the picture. Tyler I know you read my blog and I give you permission to, nay encourage, you to post more of my geeky qualities in the comments, because I know you want too.
It is sad, really, that so many people are ashamed to like something, or at least admit you like something, because you find it would be embarrassing. If you love Hannah Montana, then just say so. If you dream of becoming a florist one day, don't hold it in. People make fun of me all the time for the things I like or don't, but truth be told that cannot change whether I like them or not. Too many people are hung-up on stereotypes and expectations. Many people feel that just because they are a certain type of person, that they can't do anything unlike that stereotype. Many people are surprised when they get to know me that I am more than grades and a emotionless geek. It surprises people when they find out I have a life, and sometimes- wait for it this is a shocker- can act normal.
Even more people are surprised that I have emotions, I laugh, I cry, I feel. I think some people at my school are under the impression that I am a robot.
And yes I am at this very moment trying to do the robot dance, no success.
Now farewell, adue, sionara, goodbye, post other words for goodbye in the comments.
I go to Harry Potter events dressed like one of the characters and have no shame in it.
I read all day.
I can randomly quote almost any line from that 70s show and/or How I Met Your Mother.
I reference Greek mythology in everyday life.
I love the Lord Of The Ring movies
Nobody understands my jokes because they are all based on books only I've read.
I could go on with this list for several days, but I think you've got the picture. Tyler I know you read my blog and I give you permission to, nay encourage, you to post more of my geeky qualities in the comments, because I know you want too.
It is sad, really, that so many people are ashamed to like something, or at least admit you like something, because you find it would be embarrassing. If you love Hannah Montana, then just say so. If you dream of becoming a florist one day, don't hold it in. People make fun of me all the time for the things I like or don't, but truth be told that cannot change whether I like them or not. Too many people are hung-up on stereotypes and expectations. Many people feel that just because they are a certain type of person, that they can't do anything unlike that stereotype. Many people are surprised when they get to know me that I am more than grades and a emotionless geek. It surprises people when they find out I have a life, and sometimes- wait for it this is a shocker- can act normal.
Even more people are surprised that I have emotions, I laugh, I cry, I feel. I think some people at my school are under the impression that I am a robot.
And yes I am at this very moment trying to do the robot dance, no success.
Now farewell, adue, sionara, goodbye, post other words for goodbye in the comments.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Insanity
I am currently listening to the 7th Harry Potter book on tape. It is never quite the same as reading it, but my hands are free and I can do other things.
Does anyone ever get sucked into a book so much you forget for a while about your life? It happens to me with really good books. After the 6th Harry Potter book I was in a strange limbo. I felt like I was split between the two worlds, mine and theirs. I went into a semi-depression for about a week after I finished the book. I zoned out during the say thinking about possible things that could happen, how Harry could fix things. I wondered why Dumbeldore had to die, and all I did was think and think, and was sad. It took a week, an entire week before I could get it into my dysfunctional head that THIS WASN'T MY LIFE. It was a book, the characters were not me, I couldn't do anything for them. Only after I made this (seemingly obvious) realization was I able to come back from the book, to live my life again. This happened to me when I read the last book as well. People may think this is strange or silly, but it is me. I take books very seriously. They mean so much to me. I just wish that I had the ability to realize incredible books when they are right under my nose, and i also want to be able to realize when a book isn't worth my time.
If anyone knows an amazing book that I should read, put it in the comments.
On a completely un-related note my I would like to comment on something my Dad tells me constantly. Fact-The brain of a teenager is very similar to that brain of a schizophrenic person. Sooooo, all teenagers are insane?
Anyway, bye!
Does anyone ever get sucked into a book so much you forget for a while about your life? It happens to me with really good books. After the 6th Harry Potter book I was in a strange limbo. I felt like I was split between the two worlds, mine and theirs. I went into a semi-depression for about a week after I finished the book. I zoned out during the say thinking about possible things that could happen, how Harry could fix things. I wondered why Dumbeldore had to die, and all I did was think and think, and was sad. It took a week, an entire week before I could get it into my dysfunctional head that THIS WASN'T MY LIFE. It was a book, the characters were not me, I couldn't do anything for them. Only after I made this (seemingly obvious) realization was I able to come back from the book, to live my life again. This happened to me when I read the last book as well. People may think this is strange or silly, but it is me. I take books very seriously. They mean so much to me. I just wish that I had the ability to realize incredible books when they are right under my nose, and i also want to be able to realize when a book isn't worth my time.
If anyone knows an amazing book that I should read, put it in the comments.
On a completely un-related note my I would like to comment on something my Dad tells me constantly. Fact-The brain of a teenager is very similar to that brain of a schizophrenic person. Sooooo, all teenagers are insane?
Anyway, bye!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Latin Happy Endings
First before I say anything, I have Announcement:
I have attained the first Harry Potter book IN LATIN! Going into my 3rd year of Latin, this is very exciting for me because Latin is a dead language and I can't ever find anything that isn't the Iliad to read in Latin. So finding one of my favorite books in the world in my dead language is very cool.
Okay now onto the actual blog for today. I was watching 16 candles the other day, one of my favorite movies, and I was thinking, "Wow I can really relate to this." Then came the ending. The sickeningly wonderful perfect impossible ending. I love the movie don't get me wrong, but sometimes Happy endings bug me. Alot of them are so ludicrous and un-realistic. I happen to be a sucker for a good tragedy, like To Kill a Mockingbird, Macbeth, and many others.
I like many people my age, have read the Twilight series. ( I know, I know, they are terrible books and I don't like them anymore, but I read them) I dislike these books for many reasons. (I actually wrote a letter to Stephanie Meyer on how I think Bella is a horrible character, I might post it on this blog sometime, I'm still deciding) The book I hated the most out of all of them was the 4th and final book. There were many conflicts in the series but instead of solving them this book AVOIDED them. So in the end everyone got a perfect wonderful happy ending. Well kids THAT DOES NOT HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE.
You may call me a hypocrite saying "Well Harry Potter ended happy, why do you still love Harry Potter?" Well Harry Potter did end happily, but not without cost. Many people died in the battle against Voldemort. It was not all perfect, everything didn't go smoothly. Don't get me wrong I bawled my eyes out when Lupin died, but it was just more real that way. I like books that make me feel something, and even if that feeling is crying and sobbing and cursing the author it is better than no feeling at all. At the end of twilight my thoughts were, "Oh just end already this is too long, die, don't die, who even cares."
I don't mind Happy endings so much I guess, just PERFECT endings. Because in life you can be Happy, but life is NEVER perfect.
And I thought of a good way to describe myself if I ever get a reader I don't know personally. Imagine Hermione Granger but Asian, and you've got me. Bye everyone!
I have attained the first Harry Potter book IN LATIN! Going into my 3rd year of Latin, this is very exciting for me because Latin is a dead language and I can't ever find anything that isn't the Iliad to read in Latin. So finding one of my favorite books in the world in my dead language is very cool.
Okay now onto the actual blog for today. I was watching 16 candles the other day, one of my favorite movies, and I was thinking, "Wow I can really relate to this." Then came the ending. The sickeningly wonderful perfect impossible ending. I love the movie don't get me wrong, but sometimes Happy endings bug me. Alot of them are so ludicrous and un-realistic. I happen to be a sucker for a good tragedy, like To Kill a Mockingbird, Macbeth, and many others.
I like many people my age, have read the Twilight series. ( I know, I know, they are terrible books and I don't like them anymore, but I read them) I dislike these books for many reasons. (I actually wrote a letter to Stephanie Meyer on how I think Bella is a horrible character, I might post it on this blog sometime, I'm still deciding) The book I hated the most out of all of them was the 4th and final book. There were many conflicts in the series but instead of solving them this book AVOIDED them. So in the end everyone got a perfect wonderful happy ending. Well kids THAT DOES NOT HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE.
You may call me a hypocrite saying "Well Harry Potter ended happy, why do you still love Harry Potter?" Well Harry Potter did end happily, but not without cost. Many people died in the battle against Voldemort. It was not all perfect, everything didn't go smoothly. Don't get me wrong I bawled my eyes out when Lupin died, but it was just more real that way. I like books that make me feel something, and even if that feeling is crying and sobbing and cursing the author it is better than no feeling at all. At the end of twilight my thoughts were, "Oh just end already this is too long, die, don't die, who even cares."
I don't mind Happy endings so much I guess, just PERFECT endings. Because in life you can be Happy, but life is NEVER perfect.
And I thought of a good way to describe myself if I ever get a reader I don't know personally. Imagine Hermione Granger but Asian, and you've got me. Bye everyone!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Holding Grudges
I have an annoying habit of keeping grudges for a very long time.
If someone annoys me I guarantee I will stay annoyed until I hear a heart-felt apology. If someone is rude to me I will forever label them as a jerk and un-worth of my time. If anyone ever back-stabs/ betrays me, well lets just say friendship is no longer possible, in any universe or any time period.
This causes me problems. I am very, very, very, bad at forgiving people, and have a tendency to fume and scream and yell about them until I cool down, then I settle for hating them silently for a while. Depending on the magnitude of their crime, and the depth of our friendship, I may never forgive them. I don't give second chances very easily and I can't look past things at all.
My religious friends tell me this is very bad, (me never having been to church in my life) and that forgiveness is a virtue and that it is good to forgive and many other pieces of advice I cannot remember.
Whats worse though is that I don't try to make it up with them. I either: 1. ignore the problem and secretly hate them 2. Ignore them completely 3. Complain to my best friends how much I hate them 4. Blow up in their face.
My mother is all for the forgive strategy but I'm still not buying it. Why should I forgive someone who hurt me? It doesn't seem fair. They should beg my forgiveness for days until I grant them mercy. This would be great if any one actually cared what I thought, witch unfortunately they do not. I think that I should become a Greek god, and have people cower at the thought of upsetting me and give me lots of presents.
Well I'm off to the library to find the instruction manual on how to become a Greek god, bye everyone!
If someone annoys me I guarantee I will stay annoyed until I hear a heart-felt apology. If someone is rude to me I will forever label them as a jerk and un-worth of my time. If anyone ever back-stabs/ betrays me, well lets just say friendship is no longer possible, in any universe or any time period.
This causes me problems. I am very, very, very, bad at forgiving people, and have a tendency to fume and scream and yell about them until I cool down, then I settle for hating them silently for a while. Depending on the magnitude of their crime, and the depth of our friendship, I may never forgive them. I don't give second chances very easily and I can't look past things at all.
My religious friends tell me this is very bad, (me never having been to church in my life) and that forgiveness is a virtue and that it is good to forgive and many other pieces of advice I cannot remember.
Whats worse though is that I don't try to make it up with them. I either: 1. ignore the problem and secretly hate them 2. Ignore them completely 3. Complain to my best friends how much I hate them 4. Blow up in their face.
My mother is all for the forgive strategy but I'm still not buying it. Why should I forgive someone who hurt me? It doesn't seem fair. They should beg my forgiveness for days until I grant them mercy. This would be great if any one actually cared what I thought, witch unfortunately they do not. I think that I should become a Greek god, and have people cower at the thought of upsetting me and give me lots of presents.
Well I'm off to the library to find the instruction manual on how to become a Greek god, bye everyone!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Superman and Middle school
I am finally out of middle school. I've been looking forward to this day since the first day of 6th grade. I wondered at first why I was never chosen as a guide to show new students around, or to be a mentor for 6th graders. Well now I've realized it, besides the fact I'm not very nice; I am not very good at lying to people. When you greet new students you are supposed to be very chipper and nice and tell them how much they are going to enjoy the school. I am not very good at that.
Approximate conversation I had with my 5th grade sister's friend:
Me: You are going into the worst 3 years of your life.
Her: Um, okay?
Me: Yeah, my advice is just to endure middle school and hope it ends soon.
Her: I've heard it's okay.
Me: Whoever said that was lying, middle school sucks trough and through.
Her: Were you like a geek or something? Is THAT why you hate it?
Me: I am a geek, proud of it.
Her: Okayyy, I've got to go....
I am like the magical zitar, I only speak the truth, (and if you don't understand that reference watch Moulin Rouge right now)
My 8th grade year was probably my worst, and best year. This makes no sense so I will explain. I had two separate lives in middle school, imagine me as Hannah Montana or Superman. (Except I cannot fly or sing)
My 8th grade year I walked over to the high school (conveniently across the street) for three classes. With a 9 period day, one of those nine being lunch, it was a big chunk of my life. I had a lot of good high school friends, and I loved my classes over there. This was the good part of my double life. That takes care of the 'best' part of my 8th grade year. Now onto the worst.
My time at the middle school was horrible. I hated it there, and I was miserable a lot of time. I was made fun of constantly for being a 'know-it-all' and a geek. That I could take, I've been labeled a know-it-all since the beginning of 3th grade, I'm used to it.
What sucked was how I couldn't talk to anyone about my time at the high school.
Me:Hey, guess what! Okay the funniest thing happened in journalism today...
Them: God, Emiko, why do you always bring up the high school? Just rub it in out faces that you take classes there, you are such a show-off.
This as you see, is entirely unfair. I was just talking about my life but was hated for it. Eventually I just kept quiet about the best part of my life. I practically lived for the time when I could escape the middle school and be with people who did not judge me, did not hate me. Even people who I thought were my friends got annoyed with me and did not talk to me anymore. There were only a few people I completely trusted at the middle school, and even they thought I was a show-off at times.
So like superman I couldn't even talk to Louis Lane about the other part of my life, (Louis Lane being my middle school friends) I was forced to assume 2 identities. My middle school persona, and my high school persona. Let me tell you my high school self was a much happier, more open person.
But hey, ITS OVER; THANK ZEUS AND THE REST OF THE OLYMPIANS!!!!!!!!!
As you may have just noticed, I am obsessed with Greek and Roman mythology.
But anyway I will speak of other matters later.
Approximate conversation I had with my 5th grade sister's friend:
Me: You are going into the worst 3 years of your life.
Her: Um, okay?
Me: Yeah, my advice is just to endure middle school and hope it ends soon.
Her: I've heard it's okay.
Me: Whoever said that was lying, middle school sucks trough and through.
Her: Were you like a geek or something? Is THAT why you hate it?
Me: I am a geek, proud of it.
Her: Okayyy, I've got to go....
I am like the magical zitar, I only speak the truth, (and if you don't understand that reference watch Moulin Rouge right now)
My 8th grade year was probably my worst, and best year. This makes no sense so I will explain. I had two separate lives in middle school, imagine me as Hannah Montana or Superman. (Except I cannot fly or sing)
My 8th grade year I walked over to the high school (conveniently across the street) for three classes. With a 9 period day, one of those nine being lunch, it was a big chunk of my life. I had a lot of good high school friends, and I loved my classes over there. This was the good part of my double life. That takes care of the 'best' part of my 8th grade year. Now onto the worst.
My time at the middle school was horrible. I hated it there, and I was miserable a lot of time. I was made fun of constantly for being a 'know-it-all' and a geek. That I could take, I've been labeled a know-it-all since the beginning of 3th grade, I'm used to it.
What sucked was how I couldn't talk to anyone about my time at the high school.
Me:Hey, guess what! Okay the funniest thing happened in journalism today...
Them: God, Emiko, why do you always bring up the high school? Just rub it in out faces that you take classes there, you are such a show-off.
This as you see, is entirely unfair. I was just talking about my life but was hated for it. Eventually I just kept quiet about the best part of my life. I practically lived for the time when I could escape the middle school and be with people who did not judge me, did not hate me. Even people who I thought were my friends got annoyed with me and did not talk to me anymore. There were only a few people I completely trusted at the middle school, and even they thought I was a show-off at times.
So like superman I couldn't even talk to Louis Lane about the other part of my life, (Louis Lane being my middle school friends) I was forced to assume 2 identities. My middle school persona, and my high school persona. Let me tell you my high school self was a much happier, more open person.
But hey, ITS OVER; THANK ZEUS AND THE REST OF THE OLYMPIANS!!!!!!!!!
As you may have just noticed, I am obsessed with Greek and Roman mythology.
But anyway I will speak of other matters later.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Harry Potter and Eskimos
Well here it is, my first post ever.
I would absolutely love to say my life is so fascinating and full of excitement that I needed to make a blog to display it to the world; but if I said that I would be lying. In truth, I'm just really bored.
So let me start by explaining a few things. First of all the title, I can see many curious people scratching their heads and wondering whether I am an Eskimo or not, or if I really live in an Igloo. Well friends I am sorry to disappoint you by saying that the answer is no. I am not an Eskimo but a Japanese American who has never been to Japan, and I don't live in an igloo I live in Ohio, ( a fact I resent very much). So, you ask, why is the title Eskimo's Igloo? Well My name is Emiko, and of course my lovely friends figured out is you mix up the letters and add an s, you get Eskimo. Unfortunately the name stuck. At first I rejected the name but have now come to embrace it, embarrassing or not.
Now on to other matters. As I mentioned I live in Ohio. I hate it here. I used to live in Chicago and would give almost anything to live there again. Trees are pretty and all, but I'm a city girl at heart.
These are the few loves I have in life:
1.Harry Potter. It is really sad when you realize you have never been in love with someone other than character's you read about in a book. Ronald you are the one for me!
2.Reading
3.Writing stories
4. Skiing
5. The Killers, and if you don't know who they are I suggest you look them up right away and listen to their music because if you haven't heard them you are missing out on a lot.
6.How i Met your Mother, and That 70's show.
7. Cookie Dough.
8. Other lovely things I cannot think of right now but will surely mention later.
I am currently out of school and basking in the glory of doing nothing. Next year I will be shipped off to high school, I will be a freshman -cue horror movie sound affects and music-. I would like nothing more than to read all summer but alas my parents want me to be athletic so I must go to Cross Country camp, an event I am dreading.
I wish I had something terribly interesting to say but oh well, I guess I will look back on my first post and say thoughtfully, "I really didn't have a life back then did I?"
Ah well, I must read for a while.
Goodbye readers! (if I have any)
I would absolutely love to say my life is so fascinating and full of excitement that I needed to make a blog to display it to the world; but if I said that I would be lying. In truth, I'm just really bored.
So let me start by explaining a few things. First of all the title, I can see many curious people scratching their heads and wondering whether I am an Eskimo or not, or if I really live in an Igloo. Well friends I am sorry to disappoint you by saying that the answer is no. I am not an Eskimo but a Japanese American who has never been to Japan, and I don't live in an igloo I live in Ohio, ( a fact I resent very much). So, you ask, why is the title Eskimo's Igloo? Well My name is Emiko, and of course my lovely friends figured out is you mix up the letters and add an s, you get Eskimo. Unfortunately the name stuck. At first I rejected the name but have now come to embrace it, embarrassing or not.
Now on to other matters. As I mentioned I live in Ohio. I hate it here. I used to live in Chicago and would give almost anything to live there again. Trees are pretty and all, but I'm a city girl at heart.
These are the few loves I have in life:
1.Harry Potter. It is really sad when you realize you have never been in love with someone other than character's you read about in a book. Ronald you are the one for me!
2.Reading
3.Writing stories
4. Skiing
5. The Killers, and if you don't know who they are I suggest you look them up right away and listen to their music because if you haven't heard them you are missing out on a lot.
6.How i Met your Mother, and That 70's show.
7. Cookie Dough.
8. Other lovely things I cannot think of right now but will surely mention later.
I am currently out of school and basking in the glory of doing nothing. Next year I will be shipped off to high school, I will be a freshman -cue horror movie sound affects and music-. I would like nothing more than to read all summer but alas my parents want me to be athletic so I must go to Cross Country camp, an event I am dreading.
I wish I had something terribly interesting to say but oh well, I guess I will look back on my first post and say thoughtfully, "I really didn't have a life back then did I?"
Ah well, I must read for a while.
Goodbye readers! (if I have any)
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