  A definition used to describe drunk elephants that are not secure in the restictions of the law. If an elephant drinks more than 30 units of alchol, he is a purple elephant
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Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Wunderground!
Yes....I'm "working" on my earth science by looking up weather shit on this website called Wunderground. I haven't decided why I am taking this class yet since it totally is awful....And...this was someone's facebook status...I don't approve of it but I feel like someone needs to be told that it's inappropriate to have on your status so I must post this so that everyone knows what NOT to put on your status...Don't read this if you don't want your childhood ruined....
Monday, November 28, 2011
...venting
I can only take so much. I can only let people push me around so much. I don't know how to react when people push me around. I don't know how to react when I have had enough. So I just get pissed, and I mean really pissed. I get so pissed I can feel myself on the edge of crying. That's the point I got to at school today. There's a reason why I can't do school. I can't handle the people there. I can't be pushed around all the time. I can't be told I suck all the time. I know that I suck okay people! You have told me enough, I think that I have gotten that through my head. If I haven't by now then you might as well give up because I sure as fuck ain't going to be getting it through my head then. So just leave me alone. Stop pushing me around. Stop causing me pain that isn't necessary. I don't want it. I don't like it. I don't need it.
Friday, November 25, 2011
You know you're a writer when....
You know you're a writer when...
- You have 5-20 characters living inside of your head and they have opinions on EVERYTHING that happens in reality.
- You say you have to write, your friends tell you don't have to and you stare at them blankly for a moment before shaking your head in shame at their inferiority.
- you have 7 thesaurus tabs open on your computer and it's still not enough (but you can't have very many more or firefox will crash again)
- you correct peoples grammar in the middle of casual conversations.
-You lie awake at night worrying about how your main character will get out of their most recent sticky situation.
-You find yourself staring into someone's eyes, wondering how you will convey the color in your novel.
-When you randomly mention not knowing something about your character or plot, people say "Well you're the author, you're in control" and you stare at them for a minute, confused.
-You spend more time with your characters than real people.
-You spend days locked in your room doing nothing but writing.
-You lie in bed with your earphones plugged in and you try to imagine your book as a movie.
-You try to fix your life by trying to act more like one of your characters who are more successful at life then you.
-You smuggle the family laptop into your room, long after bedtime, to write.
-You sit down, spend thirty minutes with a blank page, then suddenly write a really long chapter exactly when you're supposed to go to bed.
-You're friends call you a loner for writing at the library during break...
-Your personal hygiene is substandard. Because all that time doing silly things like "brushing your teeth" or "taking a shower" can be used FOR WRITING!!
-You keep a recorder near your bed to get your ideas down if you wake up at 1AM trying to figure out the next event of your book...
-You figured out every thought, idea, and opinion you couldn't say out loud, could be splattered onto paper, and would always sound so much better when read.
-Fiction and reality begin to fade, when black and white turn to grey, and when you look past people's appearances and into their soul.When words become art, and when you find yourself wishing to belong to the world you've created.
-You never know what your characters are going to do next.
-You forget to sleep because you're writing.
-Seemingly irrelevant things inspire ideas for a new story.
-Everyone around you thinks you're insane when you refer to your characters as 'voices in your head.'
-You know what a plot bunny is and rightfully fear it.
-You have the capacity to write and use it PROPERLY.
-You have a notebook full of detailed ideas for books you have never written yet
-You begin to describe things in your life with inexplicably strange and atypical adjectives you would never use in your everyday conversations
-You're trying to find out what a character will look like/be named and then you see someone and base a character off of them
-You turn to your MC and ask him/her what s/he would do in a situation.
-You refer to yourself and others in the third person.
-Keys are faded/missing on your keyboard because you type so much.
-You read books you know are bad so you can know what not to do.
-You're well-versed in classic literature so you can quote or borrow plot elements from it.
-Your Google search history shows the most random things, often times things that would concern others (such as "Deadliest poison in the world" and "Effect of [chemical] on body" etc).
-You stay up late writing, wake up the next morning, and not recognize your writing.
-You listen to a song and think "This totally explains [character]'s situation/life story!"
-As your walking along the street you randomly find yourself descriptively narrating everything/ everyone you see in your head.
-You feel a swell of anger when someone uses the words 'they're'/ 'there' and 'you're'/ 'your' wrong.
-After coming out of a funny/ sad/ ecstatic strange situation you immediately wonder how you could effectively convey it in a short story.
-You have a thesaurus/ dictionary in your room...and you actually use it.
-Your arms are constantly covered in little scribbled ink notes of words or phrases you heard that could be used in your book because you didn't have paper handy.
-You find yourself on a NaNoWriMo forum
-You stay up all night writing, just because you're on a roll
-You're constantly thinking about your novel, characters, and writing in general
-You'd rather stay inside and write then go out with friends
-You accidentally use thesaurus words in daily language
-You sit at home all weekend writing your little heart out because the ideas just keep coming, or the ideas have come but you don't want to stop for anything.
-You suddenly freak out because you think you've misplaced your flash drive, even though its still in your bag (this has happened to me before, quite scary)
-You pull out the old thesaurus to help out a decent sentence that could be great if only that one word was a little bigger.
-Someone comes along and really likes something you wrote, even if you wrote in two minutes just for fun.
-You're in the middle of something (anything), and suddenly you're like "HOLY SHOOT BRB I JUST GOT AN IDEA!" and run straight to your computer.
-Your art projects begin to reflect what happens in your novel.
-You give everyone you meet a complex back story that follows the "Hero's Journey" format.
-You become completely absorbed in pop culture from the time period you write about.
-Your conversations with friends turn to 'Who defiled my notebook with 'Bossasaurus Rex?'
-You open your lunchbox, take out your sandwich, and forget to eat it because a character is in trouble.
-You dress completely differently for a day to know your character better.
-You watch TV and a character on a show says something and you think 'That would be a good title for my next book!'
-You find yourself having dreams inside your book.
-You fall asleep on your computer.
-You randomly start talking about your MC and the other person stares at you and asks "What are you talking about?" So you just stare at them and imagine which character they would be in your book.
-None of your friends know what NaNoWriMo stands for but you.
-You think about your MC's life situation more than your own.
-Your characters come and visit you... When no one else is in the room, of course.
-You are more concerned with your novel than the real world.
-Something happens, and you immediately rush to the computer because it fits perfectly into your story.
-No one knows what you're talking about the vast majority of the time.
Some of those might be repeats...I just felt like compiling a list that others had already started...I just made the list more complete with everyone's thoughts is all...if you have more to add let me know :D
- You have 5-20 characters living inside of your head and they have opinions on EVERYTHING that happens in reality.
- You say you have to write, your friends tell you don't have to and you stare at them blankly for a moment before shaking your head in shame at their inferiority.
- you have 7 thesaurus tabs open on your computer and it's still not enough (but you can't have very many more or firefox will crash again)
- you correct peoples grammar in the middle of casual conversations.
-You lie awake at night worrying about how your main character will get out of their most recent sticky situation.
-You find yourself staring into someone's eyes, wondering how you will convey the color in your novel.
-When you randomly mention not knowing something about your character or plot, people say "Well you're the author, you're in control" and you stare at them for a minute, confused.
-You spend more time with your characters than real people.
-You spend days locked in your room doing nothing but writing.
-You lie in bed with your earphones plugged in and you try to imagine your book as a movie.
-You try to fix your life by trying to act more like one of your characters who are more successful at life then you.
-You smuggle the family laptop into your room, long after bedtime, to write.
-You sit down, spend thirty minutes with a blank page, then suddenly write a really long chapter exactly when you're supposed to go to bed.
-You're friends call you a loner for writing at the library during break...
-Your personal hygiene is substandard. Because all that time doing silly things like "brushing your teeth" or "taking a shower" can be used FOR WRITING!!
-You keep a recorder near your bed to get your ideas down if you wake up at 1AM trying to figure out the next event of your book...
-You figured out every thought, idea, and opinion you couldn't say out loud, could be splattered onto paper, and would always sound so much better when read.
-Fiction and reality begin to fade, when black and white turn to grey, and when you look past people's appearances and into their soul.When words become art, and when you find yourself wishing to belong to the world you've created.
-You never know what your characters are going to do next.
-You forget to sleep because you're writing.
-Seemingly irrelevant things inspire ideas for a new story.
-Everyone around you thinks you're insane when you refer to your characters as 'voices in your head.'
-You know what a plot bunny is and rightfully fear it.
-You have the capacity to write and use it PROPERLY.
-You have a notebook full of detailed ideas for books you have never written yet
-You begin to describe things in your life with inexplicably strange and atypical adjectives you would never use in your everyday conversations
-You're trying to find out what a character will look like/be named and then you see someone and base a character off of them
-You turn to your MC and ask him/her what s/he would do in a situation.
-You refer to yourself and others in the third person.
-Keys are faded/missing on your keyboard because you type so much.
-You read books you know are bad so you can know what not to do.
-You're well-versed in classic literature so you can quote or borrow plot elements from it.
-Your Google search history shows the most random things, often times things that would concern others (such as "Deadliest poison in the world" and "Effect of [chemical] on body" etc).
-You stay up late writing, wake up the next morning, and not recognize your writing.
-You listen to a song and think "This totally explains [character]'s situation/life story!"
-As your walking along the street you randomly find yourself descriptively narrating everything/ everyone you see in your head.
-You feel a swell of anger when someone uses the words 'they're'/ 'there' and 'you're'/ 'your' wrong.
-After coming out of a funny/ sad/ ecstatic strange situation you immediately wonder how you could effectively convey it in a short story.
-You have a thesaurus/ dictionary in your room...and you actually use it.
-Your arms are constantly covered in little scribbled ink notes of words or phrases you heard that could be used in your book because you didn't have paper handy.
-You find yourself on a NaNoWriMo forum
-You stay up all night writing, just because you're on a roll
-You're constantly thinking about your novel, characters, and writing in general
-You'd rather stay inside and write then go out with friends
-You accidentally use thesaurus words in daily language
-You sit at home all weekend writing your little heart out because the ideas just keep coming, or the ideas have come but you don't want to stop for anything.
-You suddenly freak out because you think you've misplaced your flash drive, even though its still in your bag (this has happened to me before, quite scary)
-You pull out the old thesaurus to help out a decent sentence that could be great if only that one word was a little bigger.
-Someone comes along and really likes something you wrote, even if you wrote in two minutes just for fun.
-You're in the middle of something (anything), and suddenly you're like "HOLY SHOOT BRB I JUST GOT AN IDEA!" and run straight to your computer.
-Your art projects begin to reflect what happens in your novel.
-You give everyone you meet a complex back story that follows the "Hero's Journey" format.
-You become completely absorbed in pop culture from the time period you write about.
-Your conversations with friends turn to 'Who defiled my notebook with 'Bossasaurus Rex?'
-You open your lunchbox, take out your sandwich, and forget to eat it because a character is in trouble.
-You dress completely differently for a day to know your character better.
-You watch TV and a character on a show says something and you think 'That would be a good title for my next book!'
-You find yourself having dreams inside your book.
-You fall asleep on your computer.
-You randomly start talking about your MC and the other person stares at you and asks "What are you talking about?" So you just stare at them and imagine which character they would be in your book.
-None of your friends know what NaNoWriMo stands for but you.
-You think about your MC's life situation more than your own.
-Your characters come and visit you... When no one else is in the room, of course.
-You are more concerned with your novel than the real world.
-Something happens, and you immediately rush to the computer because it fits perfectly into your story.
-No one knows what you're talking about the vast majority of the time.
Some of those might be repeats...I just felt like compiling a list that others had already started...I just made the list more complete with everyone's thoughts is all...if you have more to add let me know :D
Monday, November 21, 2011
Purring Cats
Did you know that apparently when cats purr, it can restore bone and muscle shtuff? I learned all about it XD NOT. I just read some strange article about it...here's what it said.
Various investigators have shown that sound frequencies in this range can improve bone density and promote healing.
This association between the frequencies of cats' purrs and improved healing of bones and muscles may provide help for some humans. Bone density loss and muscle atrophy is a serious concern for astronauts during extended periods at zero gravity.
Because cats have adapted to conserve energy via long periods of rest and sleep, it is possible that purring is a low energy mechanism that stimulates muscles and bones without a lot of energy. The durability of the cat has facilitated the notion that cats have "nine lives" and a common veterinary legend holds that cats are able to reassemble their bones when placed in the same room with all their parts. Purring may provide a basis for this feline mythology. Although it is tempting to state that cats purr because they are happy, it is more plausible that cat purring is a means of communication and a potential source of self-healing.
http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=why-do-cats-purr
This is what I'm doing in Earth Science right now....I have to do the whole month of November with this website. http://www.wunderground.com/history/airport/KCID/2011/11/10/MonthlyHistory.html
CAT PICTURE TIME!
The angel cat is wallpaper in cause you were curious XD http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Cat-Wallpaper-cats-636603_1024_768.jpg
Various investigators have shown that sound frequencies in this range can improve bone density and promote healing.
This association between the frequencies of cats' purrs and improved healing of bones and muscles may provide help for some humans. Bone density loss and muscle atrophy is a serious concern for astronauts during extended periods at zero gravity.
Because cats have adapted to conserve energy via long periods of rest and sleep, it is possible that purring is a low energy mechanism that stimulates muscles and bones without a lot of energy. The durability of the cat has facilitated the notion that cats have "nine lives" and a common veterinary legend holds that cats are able to reassemble their bones when placed in the same room with all their parts. Purring may provide a basis for this feline mythology. Although it is tempting to state that cats purr because they are happy, it is more plausible that cat purring is a means of communication and a potential source of self-healing.
http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=why-do-cats-purr
This is what I'm doing in Earth Science right now....I have to do the whole month of November with this website. http://www.wunderground.com/history/airport/KCID/2011/11/10/MonthlyHistory.html
Friday, November 11, 2011
The Shaving Creme Classic
As a fundraiser for our school's yearbook every year, we have what is called The Shaving Creme Classic. This is a volleyball game between grade's and staff that the boys play. That was tonight. The Senior's won. The freshmen and sophomore's kinda sucked, just saying. They lost like every single game. The Juniors only lost to the seniors I do believe. It was rather boring though because none of my friends went so I sat between my two little siblings the whole time.
I would like to say that guys wearing spandex shorts, are really gross. The disgusting kind of gross. It just really really is. Though it is better than wearing shorts that don't stay up. That was also a thing at the Shaving Creme Classic. Over an inch of butt crack being shown is a bit much, just saying. Oh and then there's the whole pulling your short legs up so everyone behind you (the crowd) can see your ass. That isn't exactly okay either. It's grossssssssssssssssssssssss.
Just thought that some of that should be known. I missed the second 11/11/11 of the day. At least I got the first one during band to make my wish that I really want to come true. When I got out of school I found out that there might be hope for it. So I guess my thoughts will continue to be where they need to be and I will try and live on, waiting for my wish to come true. and Wishing even more than it does because it has to come true. I don't want it not to come true.
I would like to say that guys wearing spandex shorts, are really gross. The disgusting kind of gross. It just really really is. Though it is better than wearing shorts that don't stay up. That was also a thing at the Shaving Creme Classic. Over an inch of butt crack being shown is a bit much, just saying. Oh and then there's the whole pulling your short legs up so everyone behind you (the crowd) can see your ass. That isn't exactly okay either. It's grossssssssssssssssssssssss.
Just thought that some of that should be known. I missed the second 11/11/11 of the day. At least I got the first one during band to make my wish that I really want to come true. When I got out of school I found out that there might be hope for it. So I guess my thoughts will continue to be where they need to be and I will try and live on, waiting for my wish to come true. and Wishing even more than it does because it has to come true. I don't want it not to come true.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
A Friend's problem
Last year I got suspended for helping a friend.
This year I might get suspended for helping a friend yet again.
The same person is causing problems with my friends and I don't like it. This person, we will call her Camel, just so we don't name names, is being a total bitch to her friend. Her friend, we shall call her AntEater (cuz I like them), is wanting to do something other than robotics on the day of a competition. She also wants to be in art club. Camel and HER PARENTS are giving AntEater a whole bunch of crap about this. So AntEater is thinking about quitting robotics because of Camel. I seriously listened to Camel tell her parents that AntEater might not be going to the robotics competition and Camel's mom left the room to go to the art room (since art club was going on) to talk to AntEater about it. And by talk it probably wasn't a very nice talk because Camel's mom is worse than Camel is. Camel and Camel's mom are BITCHES.
I feel like I can't let them bully AntEater around and yet at the same time if I were to try and help AntEater I potentially will end up getting suspended because my school suspends people for helping friends. That's how it works I guess. Life isn't far. That's all I feel like saying on this topic now.
This year I might get suspended for helping a friend yet again.
The same person is causing problems with my friends and I don't like it. This person, we will call her Camel, just so we don't name names, is being a total bitch to her friend. Her friend, we shall call her AntEater (cuz I like them), is wanting to do something other than robotics on the day of a competition. She also wants to be in art club. Camel and HER PARENTS are giving AntEater a whole bunch of crap about this. So AntEater is thinking about quitting robotics because of Camel. I seriously listened to Camel tell her parents that AntEater might not be going to the robotics competition and Camel's mom left the room to go to the art room (since art club was going on) to talk to AntEater about it. And by talk it probably wasn't a very nice talk because Camel's mom is worse than Camel is. Camel and Camel's mom are BITCHES.
I feel like I can't let them bully AntEater around and yet at the same time if I were to try and help AntEater I potentially will end up getting suspended because my school suspends people for helping friends. That's how it works I guess. Life isn't far. That's all I feel like saying on this topic now.
Silver Blood Droplets....
The sky is bleeding silver blood droplets.
Flowing down to soak into the ground.
The blood droplets aren't like rain as some might think,
instead they are like acid rain.
Killing the planets that they touch.
The sky is bleeding silver blood droplets,
The whole world is in despair,
We won't survive this bleeding,
there's no way or how,
The blood droplets will kill
and killing they must do.
The sky is bleeding silver blood droplets,
It is a sign of my feelings,
The sign that I am falling,
Back into my depressed state,
There's no way of turning back now,
There's no way of going back
To where I was.
The sky is bleeding silver blood droplets,
but I'm bleeding more.
My eyes have streams,
bleeding down my face,
just like the sky
I am bleeding silver blood droplets,
and I feel so out of place.
Something that I randomly decided that I should write down. I don't even know...so don't question it :)
Flowing down to soak into the ground.
The blood droplets aren't like rain as some might think,
instead they are like acid rain.
Killing the planets that they touch.
The sky is bleeding silver blood droplets,
The whole world is in despair,
We won't survive this bleeding,
there's no way or how,
The blood droplets will kill
and killing they must do.
The sky is bleeding silver blood droplets,
It is a sign of my feelings,
The sign that I am falling,
Back into my depressed state,
There's no way of turning back now,
There's no way of going back
To where I was.
The sky is bleeding silver blood droplets,
but I'm bleeding more.
My eyes have streams,
bleeding down my face,
just like the sky
I am bleeding silver blood droplets,
and I feel so out of place.
Something that I randomly decided that I should write down. I don't even know...so don't question it :)
Parent Teacher Confreences
Okay so first off, conferences is actually not spelled the way I wrote it in the title XD I just like it better that way. Second off, my teachers are bitches. One of them (from the class that I hate the most, Earth Science) told my parents that I would do better if I actually payed attention in class. That my notebook is distracting me. I would like to point out that I have only had that notebook out for the last TEN days and have more important things to do than to learn about earth science, just saying. I really really hate that teacher now. Thanks to him I'm not allowed to have my purple lovely notebook in that class and I have to PAY ATTENTION...ridiculous idea. Now I just will take something else to do in that class I guess.
And then there was another teacher that doesn't like my shyness level. This being Pre-Calc where I do absolutely nothing except write in my lovely purple notebook for NaNoWriMo. It's not my fault both of those teachers can't teach me. In Earth Science it's just a super easy class so obviously I can't pay attention and then in the other class I just don't feel like paying attention and she doesn't really get the point across to me when I does. XD I'm such a great student.
So to conclude....I'm pissed off at my parents and select teachers. I don't understand why we have to have parent teacher conferences when after a couple days my parents will go back to not really giving a shit and the teachers have never really cared.
And then there was another teacher that doesn't like my shyness level. This being Pre-Calc where I do absolutely nothing except write in my lovely purple notebook for NaNoWriMo. It's not my fault both of those teachers can't teach me. In Earth Science it's just a super easy class so obviously I can't pay attention and then in the other class I just don't feel like paying attention and she doesn't really get the point across to me when I does. XD I'm such a great student.
So to conclude....I'm pissed off at my parents and select teachers. I don't understand why we have to have parent teacher conferences when after a couple days my parents will go back to not really giving a shit and the teachers have never really cared.
Friday, November 4, 2011
sweetly smiling at you
I haven't much to say today. I'm reading a cute story right now so I'm really distracted and then NaNoWriMo has me very much so distracted as well :) in the story I'm reading though, it has this quote that I really like....c'est ton baiser, mon amour, qui me rendit immortelle :) look it up, it's adorable :)
It translates to "it was your kiss, love, that made me immortal." Isn't that sweet? :):):)
I have a robotics scrimmage thing tomorrow that I don't want to go to, but I have to :c So I shall write about later when I have more to say. For now I haven't much to say without starting to go full out complaining :\
It translates to "it was your kiss, love, that made me immortal." Isn't that sweet? :):):)
I have a robotics scrimmage thing tomorrow that I don't want to go to, but I have to :c So I shall write about later when I have more to say. For now I haven't much to say without starting to go full out complaining :\
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
The World shall end
Well. My mood is sinking lower and lower with each day. I blame my NaNoWriMo story for being so depressing. Even thought it's a great way to get my feelings out, it still is very depressing. I just had to write about this girl cutting her arms open and enjoying it. I haven't ever cut myself so how am I supposed to know what it's like? I'm doing good on NaNoWriMo at least. If I haven't gotten 5,000 words in these first two days I will be surprised. I haven't a clue where my flashdrive is right now though so I can't finish typing up what I wrote for today and updating my word count....oh well I think I'm doing great. I really want to reach 50,000 words this year.
So today my friend lied to me. It's not that she just lied to me. It's that I found out from one of my other friends that she lied to me about this guy that she had met, from IL. I'm the one with guys in IL, but that's not the point. She told me how sweet he was and that she was going to go see him this weekend. She did this because she doesn't want guys throwing themselves at her and she doesn't want to be seen as a Lesbo. She lied to me about this. She really had me going and she wasn't going to tell me that he wasn't real. My other friend had to tell me! So that's one thing I must say darkened my mood today.
Another one is this stupid thing called Smartmusic. I absolutely HATE it. I don't understand why we have to use it. Smart Music is a computer program that tells you how to play pretty much. My teacher expects me to go in after school and play on Smart Music because we have homework on there. I don't always have time to do that! So what if I don't have time to go do the homework? We can't do it at home because who is going to go buy smart music for $30 and then a microphone and stuff? NO ONE. anyways, smart music sucks because it doesn't even detect most notes and when it does it decides that most of them are wrong. When they aren't! So I am rather annoyed with SmartMusic, though I can't say that I really care. Smart Music can suck it. I don't see why anyone would want to use it.
Oh and I keep getting told I suck at Clarinet and Cello. Do you know how that feels? To be told you suck at what you love doing. It hurts A L O T. I get told this everyday and everyday I have to just ignore them and shrug it off. Well guess what, It's getting harder and harder to do that! I hate playing in Orchestra and Band now because the people in it are making me feel like shit. What happened to my band being a family? Was that only during Marching Band? where did the fun go....
So today my friend lied to me. It's not that she just lied to me. It's that I found out from one of my other friends that she lied to me about this guy that she had met, from IL. I'm the one with guys in IL, but that's not the point. She told me how sweet he was and that she was going to go see him this weekend. She did this because she doesn't want guys throwing themselves at her and she doesn't want to be seen as a Lesbo. She lied to me about this. She really had me going and she wasn't going to tell me that he wasn't real. My other friend had to tell me! So that's one thing I must say darkened my mood today.
Another one is this stupid thing called Smartmusic. I absolutely HATE it. I don't understand why we have to use it. Smart Music is a computer program that tells you how to play pretty much. My teacher expects me to go in after school and play on Smart Music because we have homework on there. I don't always have time to do that! So what if I don't have time to go do the homework? We can't do it at home because who is going to go buy smart music for $30 and then a microphone and stuff? NO ONE. anyways, smart music sucks because it doesn't even detect most notes and when it does it decides that most of them are wrong. When they aren't! So I am rather annoyed with SmartMusic, though I can't say that I really care. Smart Music can suck it. I don't see why anyone would want to use it.
Oh and I keep getting told I suck at Clarinet and Cello. Do you know how that feels? To be told you suck at what you love doing. It hurts A L O T. I get told this everyday and everyday I have to just ignore them and shrug it off. Well guess what, It's getting harder and harder to do that! I hate playing in Orchestra and Band now because the people in it are making me feel like shit. What happened to my band being a family? Was that only during Marching Band? where did the fun go....
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
You say goodbye
Hello hello, don't know why you say goodbye I say hello.
Today was a successful day in robotics yes yes? hahahahaha that is such a joke of a place to be though. I finally got shirts ordered for this year....finally.
Anyways. Today was Iteds at our school, and I would like to say that no one takes those tests seriously. I mean I have yet to understand why we must take them seriously. They effect us in no way that I know of, so why should I take them seriously. Plus the fact that my teacher decided to snap at me and my friend for doing nothing didn't help. I listened to music the whole time instead of taking it seriously and drew patterns....and I hope some government person reads this. They should require it to be read about what the point of taking these ITED tests are for. Because no one has ever told me (though if they have I wouldn't remember). So just you know XD so that is your government people's jobs now...tell me why the hell I would want to take the tests seriously...by tomorrow :)
Today was a successful day in robotics yes yes? hahahahaha that is such a joke of a place to be though. I finally got shirts ordered for this year....finally.
Anyways. Today was Iteds at our school, and I would like to say that no one takes those tests seriously. I mean I have yet to understand why we must take them seriously. They effect us in no way that I know of, so why should I take them seriously. Plus the fact that my teacher decided to snap at me and my friend for doing nothing didn't help. I listened to music the whole time instead of taking it seriously and drew patterns....and I hope some government person reads this. They should require it to be read about what the point of taking these ITED tests are for. Because no one has ever told me (though if they have I wouldn't remember). So just you know XD so that is your government people's jobs now...tell me why the hell I would want to take the tests seriously...by tomorrow :)
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