Showing posts with label personal life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal life. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Arrgh!

it is now 11:46 pm and it shocks me that I finished so much damn homework in only three hours.
Remember that list from yesterday?
allow me to update it.

Find My Best Friends Birthday Present*
Finish Algebra Homework
Start Biome Project**
Finish "Imperial Power" Comic Strip
Practice Drums
Eat Dinner
Shower
Do Spanish Homework
Organize Spanish/Algebra/World Geography Binder

Yesssss.
Psh, who cares about organization?
Tories birthday present, however, is a different story.
She seemed to enjoy her birthday without it though.


It was also national Talk Like A Pirate Day.
We celebrated by saying "Arrgh!" after every other sentence.
It was a glorious way to spend a birthday.

Marching band today wasn't so bad.
We got some serious 60-second time in.
(which didn't actually take us 60 seconds, it's just a drumline term.)
the winds have a ridiculous visual at the beginning now, too.
It's like "The Leigh High School Colorgaurd and Drumline!"
haha.
Our new visual?
We get to turn around four counts before we come in.
drumline's so badass.

I'm getting off topic, I mainly posted this to inform you of completing my homework.
I have now found time to sleep, and I intend to use it.

forever yours, November on
-L

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Cymbal Rolls.

So, tonight I realized how stressed out I am about things.
I have so much crap going on and so much to do and not enough time to do it.
And instead of actually doing things, I sit around wondering how to accomplish them.
tonight, I have to
Find My Best Friends Birthday Present*
Finish Algebra Homework
Start Biome Project**
Finish "Imperial Power" Comic Strip
Practice Drums
Eat Dinner
Shower
Do Spanish Homework
Organize Spanish/Algebra/World Geography Binder

and crap.
two things are done.

*My best friends birthday present is a really incredible book.

It's about two gay guys who fall in love, but an ex boyfriend comes back and sort of ruins things.
Seriously, you should definately read it.

**Biome, noun, A major regional or global biotic community, such as a grassland or desert, characterized chiefly by the dominant forms of plant life and the prevailing climate.
I was assigned the Temperate Grassland/Shrubland biome, also known as Chaparral.

Meet the Chaparral.
And now, the question is, what am I supposed to do with it?

wish me luck, yo.

forever yours, November on
-L

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

I don't need you, I have a granola bar!

Today I was at school, munching on a granola bar walking to second period, and all of a sudden a notion came into my head that just caused a crazy epiphany.
"I don't need you, I have a granola bar!"
Now, the way I'm making it sound so far is "who needs you when I have food! I'm an obese person who finds consolation in junk food when I'm feeling down."
But that certainly is NOT it.
I don't know, things just sort of clicked into place.
I'm not even sure what things or what place.
It's an indescribable feeling, I suppose.
I can only say that it was nice and I hope that someday you experience something like that.

On a less puzzling note, yesterday was the 6 year anniversary of 9/11.
But I'm sure you already knew that.
I'm curious to know.
Has anyone heard of that General Strike thing that was supposed to happen?
Did anyone do it?
I wasn't going to do that because I didn't fully understand the purpose.
See, I assumed, when I heard the words strike, that it was going to be some sort of rebellion or rally.
I found that to be riddiculous because as I stated the other day on a different website, not buying McDonalds for a day or not doing schoolwork won't change the fact that there is a war raging a couple thousand miles away and it CERTAINLY won't change the that the 9/11 terrorist attack did, in fact, happen.
However, as I have just been informed, it was mainly just a day to remember those who died unnecessarily without the distractions of school or shopping or work.
Well, that's a noble enough cause, I suppose.
But hey, I was still sitting there doing my algebra instead of thinking about dead suvillians all day.
Thoughts?

forever yours, November on
-L

Friday, September 7, 2007

Aliens don't speak Spanish.

Today, as well as marking the first day of uncertainty, also marks the end of my second week of High School.
I've pretty much hated it since day one.
There are but two things I actually look forward to at school.
1) The Attractive Gentleman From Algebra, Monster Boy. Also referred to as AGFAMB, or just AGFA. Or Terry, which is his name, but not normally.
2) A certain someone with whom I am in lust with to the point which I almost stalk this certain someone. But not really stalk. And thats all I'm going to say.
I admit, some of the people in my classes are pretty entertaining.
My Spanish class, boring as it is (since I took Spanish last year and have to retake it this year because my teacher was too late to sign the stupid form), is full of interesting and comical people, even in the most immature was as possible.
Anyways, I have learned a few things in my first few days.
High School has a lot of homework.
High School is really loud.
People in High School do a lot of drugs.
People in High School do a lot of drugs. during school hours.
People in High School hate freshmen. (I actually discovered that last year in 8th grade, but I may as well put it here to prove a point.)
And, the most important lesson of the all.
Aliens Don't Speak Spanish.


forever yours, November on
-L