hey, look! she bounces back!

Tonight was supposed to be the best night I was going to have all week. I set out to make it so, and I had little to no homework. I was going to make my Tuesday video, have it filmed, edited, and uploaded by 6, and then spend three hours writing. I wanted to get to 22,000 words, which would mean writing 3,000 words tonight. Yet, as soon as I walked in the door, things started going horribly, horribly wrong.

1. As I walked into my house, I noticed a peculiar smell. I didn’t give it too much thought until I opened the door of my bedroom and my nose was met with an extremely foul smell. My dog had broken into my room and gotten sick all over. In my bed, on my clothes, in my shoes, all over my happy red rug. Even underneath my desk. I was heartbroken, how was I going to sit at my spacious desk, drink Diet Coke and write until my little fingers yelled out in pain?

2. So I helped my dad clean it up, which took a very long time. We opened up the windows and set up a fan to circulate the air. Then I moved my supplies to the dining room table so my room could air out. And then my dad wouldn’t really… leave. (If you were unaware, my dad goes and teaches youth at his church on Tuesday nights, leaving me with an empty house to film my video.) I was running out of time and it was well into the sixth hour when he finally went to church, and I had to film my video. Because it was so late, I had lost all of my light and had to spend a while setting things up. But I filmed my video, no problem, and I was quite pleased with it to tell the truth. I would even go so far to say that the night was looking up!

3. Then it was time to edit. iMovie was being a bit buggy, but I didn’t pay too much attention because I also had iTunes open and sometimes it can lag. But just when I was editing down to about five minutes, it crashed, saving nothing. (And my saved file had vanished.) I was disappointed, but because I love the macz oh-so-dearly (<3), I went and edited through again. When I was about halfway through, it crashed again. I was starting to get frustrated. Like, seriously frustrated. My hands were in my hair and I let out a groan at one point. After trying again and again, I eventually gave up. The punishment isn’t worth the pain I was inflicting on myself. …I hope.

Actually, you know what? Screw it. My entire night has just been made. So I put on this flannel frog nightshirt in attempt to keep warm and not have to change or wear a bulky sweater, and when I was in the kitchen I put my phone in the little front pocket so I could carry my dinner in my room (which is still freezing cold and the fans are still blowing, by the way) and my phone at the same time. Just now it started buzzing and totally surprised me. It just amused me. xD (Wow, I bounce back quickly.)

Okay, so, so what? I won’t be ahead on NaNoWriMo anymore. But I won’t be behind. And so what if I have to do part of my geometry homework in Spanish tomorrow morning? At least I didn’t contract some fatal disease or step in a hole. Plus, tomorrow is library day, I’m getting excited about future college plans, and Beef didn’t stop by. Nothing is worse than a surprise Beef.

redundancies and girly talk.

I had one of the most amazing birthdays I have ever had yesterday, but I don’t want to talk about that today. I want to talk about how it suddenly became clear to me today how my blog can basically be broken into various themes. I mean, I basically only talk about the same three things, over and over again, but hidden behind different word variations. It’s probably very shockingly obvious to you guys, and I am truly sorry if I bore you. I don’t mean to, but I have a one track mind. I am in love with so many things, but they usually fall under these categories. And I am sorry for that.

“The Little Things”. I mean, I have a whole list dedicated to this. Basically, this theme comes into play whenever I talk about the little, simple things in life that make me giddy and dance and flip the freak out. Watermelon, owls, pineapple, music, nature, bikes, the wind, Earl Grey, Reese’s, psychology, (I got a new psychology memoir for my birthday, oh my god, I am so excited about it. After I finish writing this and a bit of my novel, which is so eloquently titled “Untitled”, I am going to snuggle in my bed and read it. And it will freaking rock.) words (punny), boys with glasses, blah blah blah. I’m sure you get awful sick of hearing me go on and on about the little things. For more little things that make me and my friends smile, check out The List! I sound like a telemarketer or perhaps the bumpit woman, but you know, all in a day’s work…

Writing. I walk about writing WAY too much. I write about blogging, writing my novel for NaNoWriMo, how much I love writing emails, etc. etc. And I can’t belive you guys keep reading. I mean, I go on and on (while writing) about writing, and I’m sure you’re like, “dude, I get it. You love writing. Talk about sex or something already.” Well, fine. When a mommy and daddy love each other very much, they form this thing called a “fetus”. A fetus is just a very nice card that they sent to the very nice people at the Stork Factory, and nine months later? A little baby arrives, all wrapped in blankets and love. Isn’t that a nice story?

TV shows. Um, yeah, ‘nuff said.

I mean, I talk about other things, but guys, face it. It’s pretty much just that shit. I am very sorry, I will try to talk about something else today. (Oh wait, already used 436 words! Ha ha! Not much room to talk about anything else, but I shall do my best.)

I feel like I promised you guys that I would talk about something specific today. Does anyone remember what it is? (I shall go look and find what it is.) UM, SHIT. Look at what I promised you guys, “PPS. Sorry I keep talking about WriMo. I promise that tomorrow I will talk about something other than writing and Reese’s peanut butter cups. And Earl Grey. And birthdays. And… oh shut up, M. Bye.” And I so talked about all of those things. Every single one. Yup, I fail.

Today, I had one of the best talks I have had in a while, with my friend during Global Studies class. Over the past week or so, she has been updating me on her personal life (things below the surface of class-acquaintance banter) and so today I did the same. We mostly talked about boys, and it was girly and giddy and I am not ashamed to admit that I spent a good deal of the time giggling. It was just a very good talk, and I’ve been in a good mood ever since that. Okay, yeah, I’m almost always in a good mood, but this is especially good.

Oh, and my friend baked me a cookie for my birthday, and gave it to me in a little bag today at lunch. And I had some pineapple. Best. Day. Ever. MLIA cliché, oh how annoying. ;]

too much grinning today.

I am in love. Not with a person or a TV show this time, although both of which have feelings that can be debated. I am in love with like, everything. Writing and words, mostly. But also the layout of Skype and the fact that my dad is making homemade pizza fore dinner and that my neighbor is in a band and I have the privilege of listening to live music from my desk chair. It’s got an electronic sound and oh my god, I love music. And words. (Pun intended.) And pizza. And the internet. And projects. Holy lord, I am crazy.

I want to talk about that, projects. My writing projects to be specific. I think one of my biggest fears is failing. Setting out to do something and falling flat on my face. Not only humiliating myself in front of others, but letting myself down. You know? I am going to start to explain this at times when I promised myself I was going to do something, when I was fully motivated and not as lazy as I used to be. i.e. freshman year of high school.

1. Starting this blog. Just, like, in general. Only Marina and Nora have been here since the very beginning, but my first post details how afraid I was that I was never going to stick to it. Here I am, nine months (oh my god, a baby) later, still going strong. (Yeah, this is four days late but in my defense, writing a novel is hard work! =])

2. BEDA. It was hard, I’m not going to lie. There were so many days that sucked and I just wanted to do my homework, watch YouTube, talk to Ashley on IM, and sleep. But I had to blog. And I was so unbelievably proud of myself for pulling through and just doing it.

3. BEDJ. This one wasn’t as hard as BEDA. It came a lot more naturally to me, and I had a bigger following the second time around. (Which shouldn’t mean anything, but your positive feedback kept me going on hard days.) But some of the best writing I’ve ever done was written during BEDJ, and that wasn’t easy. But the whole thing is easily the most rewarding thing I have ever done.

4. And lastly, and more importantly, NaNoWriMo. I wrote 6,000+ words today, and I feel really really good about my character, but sometimes I’m just afraid that I’m going to fail. And all of my serious writing projects in the past have pulled through and sometimes I’m just afraid… I don’t know, it’s silly, but sometimes I’m scared that I’ll fail. And that I won’t be able to live with myself. :/

But you know what? At the same time, I’m confident that I can do it. Because I have surrounded myeslf with snacks and notes and diagrams of Gracie’s room and friends (doing NaNo and not, I can suck moral support from anyone) and you guys know me. When my mind is set on something, I’m going to do it. I will believe I can do it and kick down roadblocks as I go. It’s what I do.

PS. My birthday is tomorrow. I AM SO EXCITED. I’ll be turning sixteen, I have like four cards sitting on my desk, ready to be opened in the morning, and I just love birthdays. It’s one day where you feel like you matter. Where people pay special attention to you and give you hugs (virtual ones count, by the way xD) and party hats and it’s usually the happiest day of my life. And I absolutely love other people’s birthdays. I usually go all out, with cards and videos and shrieking at them in the hallways. Birthdays rule. (Can’t even stop grinning right now. LIFE LIFE LIFE.)

PPS. Sorry I keep talking about WriMo. I promise that tomorrow I will talk about something other than writing and Reese’s peanut butter cups. And Earl Grey. And birthdays. And… oh shut up, M. Bye.

a jittery creep takes over.

Day two as a caffeine frenzied novelist, and I’m still addicted. I’m still jittery. And I’m still really pumped up. One thing that is especially scarring is that I haven’t eaten much lately. I do no say this to make myself sound cool (god knows why that would make me sound cool) or make you feel bad or weird for me or something, it is just a fact of life. Not of life in general, but of my life. I’ve found that while I’m busy frantically finishing my geometry or frantically exploring the life of Susan Wozniak and her potty mouth of steel (I wrote that this morning, before I changed my mind xD), I barely even think of eating or hunger. My mind if too preoccupied to think about it. Which is scary, I know, and I shouldn’t be talking about it with such a flippant tone, but it’s what is happening. I’ll keep you updated as I try to remember my feeding schedule.

I hope you don’t mind that I drop hints about NaNoWriMo in practically every mini-paragraph these days. I’ll try to focus on other things going on in my life, but it’s a bit like every other time I get addicted to something. When I was watching Doctor Who for the first time, that is really all I could think about. And I struggled with blogging because what else was going on in my life? I could only talk about my failing wall project so many times, you know?

Ooh, speaking of the wall project. It’s… well, on hold. I am going to be asking for some really nifty posters for Christmas, maybe a The Office one or a Skins one. Posters are really handy because they take about five minutes to hang and don’t really require any color coordination that hanging 30 pictures would. And then you look at them up on the wall and just grin. I like having handsome boys on my wall, like Daniel Radcliffe and David Tennant. Two British boys to watch over me as I sleep. Is that completely creepy for me to say? I hope not, because I am not ashamed. Am I really still talking about this?

Lethal combination of the day: Earl Grey and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Yes! I am still in love with peanut butter cup-y goodness. I eat one every day and it’s the best minute ever. Okay, maybe not. But it’s up there. Anyways, lethal combination. I don’t know what it is, but sugar from the cup and the caffeine and tang from the Grey mix to form this dangerous concoction in my belly that makes my fingers type extremely fast, but I don’t exactly blink. I realized that as I typed the above paragraph, the one about the sexy boys, I was typing at an extremely alarming speed and my eyes were starting to burn. I wasn’t blinking. That’s the lethal part of it, obviously. The typing fast is obviously useful in any scenario, but I do not want to lose my eyeballs to a beverage/candy related incident. That would be highly unfortunate.

(By the way, I’m not actually having a lethal combination of the day. That would be amusing, yes, but I doubt there are that many lethal combinations to experience, let alone daily. I mean, there’s always pen ink and apple cinnamon febreze, but c’mon, everyone knows about that one. Right?)

It’s probably my jitter-inducted stupor, but I am feeling really good about the blog entry I just wrote. I feel like it flows in a way that is slightly creepy and wide-eyed, but also amusing. But it’s probably just me. “Laugh with yourself, because it’s doubtful anybody else will.” Wise words, person who never said them because I made it up, wise wise words.

I’m addicted to writing. I can’t stop.

I have done an inordinate amount of writing today. In total, I have written 4,710 words. That is a lot of words, my friends. That is (if you assume that each of my blog posts have an average of 600 words) about seventy eight and a half blog posts. That is a freakin’ a lot of blog posts. Three-fourths of those words were from NaNoWriMo, but one fourth was for this English essay about The Scarlet Letter that took forever, and I did not appreciate it. Anyways, you’d think I would be all worded out, with no words left over to you wonderful readers, but I have news for you. My word band has many more words in it than that. My WriMoing will not put a damper on this blogzeh, I am happy to say. Honestly, it’s a priority, and letting it suffer would make me suffer, which would make my writing suffer, and all of those suffering things would not be fun. This has nothing to do with suffrage, I must say. Although, suffrage is one fascinating topic, but not for this blog. Unless, of course, you want me to talk about suffrage. (Please do not make me talk about suffrage. Nobody wants to hear about suffrage. Okay?)

One thing that is unfortunate about my NaNoWriMoing is that I didn’t get out and have any wild, crazy adventures today. I am afraid that this month may lack the wild and crazy adventures. Unless, of course, something wild and crazy happens at school. Maybe I’ll walk into my geometry class and see a stripper pole installed. Or maybe our cafeteria will contain some actual learning and live up to it’s name. You know what? Screw it! Who’s to say that no wild and crazy hap’ninz will not take place? I bet they will. Screw it all.

I have heard people speak of the “caffeine jitters” on many occasions. I never ever, in fact, experienced it for myself. I am beginning to think that this is a month for new experiences. As I type this, my fingers keep slipping as they are shaking out of control. My teeth are clattering, and I am actually far too warm. My right leg keeps jumping, which is highly unfortunate for I am sitting with my legs under a desk and it keeps smashing onto the bottom of it. I am not amused.

Tomorrow is school. I’m not exactly dreading it, but I’m not what you’d call… excited for it. I get to see my friends, write silly notes to N-Dawg during geometry class, and talk WriMo at lunch, but I’m going to miss the days of subtle relaxation with the sharpest hints of working. I just got off of a four and a half day break that I enjoyed immensely. (I have a feeling that I’m dropping quite a lot of corny phrases during my posts. My main character writes and thinks in corny, dark ways, and I think I’m trapped between her slow lull and my fast insanity. It’s a strange place to be, but whoo-daddy, I am happy to be here.) It was just relaxing, you know? Nerve-wracking at some bits when I realized that I have to write a fugging novel in November, but all around relaxing. And tomorrow I have to get up before the hour of 10am? I have to shower within a half hour of waking up and attempt to learn shiz? I am not really looking forward to that bit.

But what can I say? It’s all a day in the life of a girl with pens on her desk. (What. the. hell. That was the stupidest thing I have ever written. What is my problem? God, I am ashamed of myself.) (…I do have pens on my desk, though. Five shiny pens in black, red, green, blue, and purple. And they are sexy. Cexzi, if you will.) (But please don’t.)

Screw it all. Goodbye readers of thee.

I shall call him Howard.

Woah, guys, I totally forgot that I named you “the glove department”. I think that’s amazing. I just had this total flashback to this summer, when I was doing BEDJ and we made all of those cute inside jokes. Ahhh, that was an awesome time. I kind of miss it, actually. Did you know that I was considering doing BEDN? But I’m doing NaNoWriMo instead. Sorry, guys. You know I love you, little glove department-y cuties. *gives noogie to blog readers*

Why am I so tired at 8pm these days? My eyelids are drooping and my jaw is slagging. All I want to do is ditch this blog entry and crawl into bed. These are my nights off! I should be up, having rambunctious parties in my pajamas, eating spaghetti in the middle of the night while watching Doctor Who! (That’s what I did this summer, and let me tell you, it was a-w-e-some. I dunno why “awe” was spelled out, but there you have it. Anyways, back to the regularly scheduled insanity.) I want to spend this night eating popcorn and watching tv shows in my bed. I don’t want to spend the last half of the show wishing it was over so I could go to bed. Mnlah, I’m whiney. I should just go make some Earl Grey or something. Jack up on the caffnizzle. You know what? I’m going to do it. Get. Jacked. Up. Not with heroin. Oh boy.

I have returned. (Oh really? Because they couldn’t figure that out? The whole being-able-to-blog thing couldn’t have tipped them off?) My parenthesed alter-ego is feeling a little, how do I say this… bitchy, today. (Hey!) I’m just going to shut her out of this blog. No more parentheses for this blogger! Aha! [You really think you can do it?] Oh my god. Using brackets. I never thought it would come to this. It’s time for a new paragraph.

Ahhhh, a fresh start. So you may think that the above craziness was in result of caffeine, but I am here to tell you something shocking. I haven’t even taken a sip yet. No, no, I know. Amazing, right? It’s perched beside me, cooling in a Christmas mug. Because I’m just that cool.

I went to Office Max today, and got the coolest composition notebook. Wait, back up. Earlier today, before the Office Max excursion, I was complaining to my friend about how there never seems to be any college rule composition books. Which is unfortunate, for I have small handwriting that is about 1/3 of the wide rule. But I love composition books with all of my heart, so buying personal notebooks is an extremely difficult task. I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place, if you will. (Or a book and a wide rule. Ha ha ha ha.) But anyways, fast forward to a couple hours ago, when I got a college ruled composition notebook. It’s not the black and white speckled awesomeness that you usually associate with composition books, but it’s okay. Because it has a monster on it. He is fuzzy and blue and has a red and white striped belly. And the notebook is of really excellent quality. Eeeee, office supplies make me so happy. I also got a red folder and some new pilot pens. My life is freakin’ complete.

Dudes, that caffeine is really working. I feel pepped. Energized. Ready to conquer the world. ….Or character summaries. Whoo daddy! (Don’t even ask me why I said that.)

PS. The title is totally referring to the creature on my notebook.

my life with a new pen.

I was waiting on a bench today when a woman passing by stopped, got out of her car, walked over to where I was sitting, and told me I was pretty. She literally came over and said, “Excuse me, I’d just like to tell you, because I bet you don’t get told enough, that you’re very pretty.” I was pretty much speechless. I mean, not because I was flattered. Although, I was, I mean, I wasn’t insulted or anything, but it was just really weird. This random, midfourties woman, comes over and tells me I’m pretty? And I wasn’t wearing anything especially gorgeous, just some red chucks, jeans, my red fall jacket, and a blue scarf. And my glasses. I didn’t even know what to say, I was just a bit shocked. I said, quite intelligently, “o,h, uh, er, thanks!” and fumbled pen I was twirling in my hands. I still don’t know how to feel about it. Has anything like that ever happened to you guys?

I am absolutely in love with the new ABC tv show Modern Family. My resident tv-loving guy friend told me about it last week Wednesday, so I watched it that night and watched all five episodes the following Friday. In a row. It’s comedy that is so fresh, so tasteful, and so heartwarming. I am proud to say that in my TV-watching collection, I’ve got workplace comedy, sci-fi, british drug drama, christian craziness, medical humor, and now family insanity all covered. (And if you can figure out what I meant by all of those things, you rule. The school. Ba-da-bing.)

We have these next two days off of school, and I know it’s going to sound super teenagery-ish to say, but I am so freakin’ excited. I have lunch plans with my family for the next two days, a cheeseburger-y haunted house evening to enjoy, and four lucious days of sleeping in to look forward to. I can’t even explain how much I love sleeping in. I’m an insomniac, night owl, 12-10 sleeper at heart. The night life is one that I love the most, but during the week I usually go to bed sometime between 9:30 and 10:00 so I can be remotely functional the next day. But I miss the night life, you know? And tonight, I think I’ll stay up and watch Torchwood until like… eleven. Wimpy, yeah, but I’m really tired. Tomorrow will be more adventurous, I promise.

My fingers have been very achey lately, and I don’t know why. I haven’t been typing any extra, and the only thing I can think of that is different in my finger-using life (LOL NO NOT LIKE THAT) is that I switched pens. I am now a proud user of a black pilot pen, instead of that lovely blue one I stole from my mom about a month ago. Except it’s the exact same pen, just in black. This time I stole it from my dad, because the blue one ran out of ink. D: I was heartbroken. Naturally.

In other news, my birthday is in eleven days. Whooo-hooo! I am so very excited. Later, homesly!

holy guacamole, I’m blogging.

You guys, I am blogging. This is just… absolutely amazing. I have the music pumping and the Celestial Seasons resting against my elbow and I am blogging. And rightfully so, I mean, I’m not cheating. I (finally) completed my aforementioned task this morning, and now my sentence has been lifted. I am still floating on air and you know what? I am blogging. And it feels so damn good.

You may be wondering what I have done in the past one and a half weeks. And I shall tell you. In a list form. Because list forms are extremely sexy things, and they make me infinitely happy. Pretty much like everything that happened today. (Warning: if you are disgusted by my cheery, gooey nature, beware. I don’t think it’s going away any time soon. My cheeks hurt.) On to the list!

1. I had the most amazing bike ride yesterday. For a autumn day in the Midwest, it was surprisingly warm. I mean, maybe not warm, but not freeze-your-bootay-right-off kind of horror. I put on a fuzzy red sweater, bid my father g’day, kicked up my kickstand, and rode off into the distance. The wind was in my hair, and my butt was lifted off of the seat. (That sounded weird, it just meant I was riding standing up.) I had The Mudbloods in my ear, and gum in my mouth. I smiled the entire way, and I’m pretty sure I looked like a goon. I saw a senior citizen who must of thought I was on some sort of illegal substance. It ruled.
Then, about halfway through, I got a bit winded, and laid down on a bench in the middle of town. I just put my elbows behind my head and watched the clouds float by for a good fifteen minutes, and it was the most peaceful I have ever felt. It was then that I decided that I was going to complete my task. I didn’t just think I was going to, or say I was going to try. I decided. And I did. Oh my god, I’m still in awe of myself. Anyways.

2. I learned D chord. I dunno if I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m learning how to play the guitar, and I learned D chord! I’m learning on my own until my birthday (t minus thirteen days!), when I start lessons. But I don’t want to wait that long, naturally, so I bought a book. And I can play D. I know how to play A as well, but it’s not as smooth and sexy as my D. I’m just really proud of myself for that.

3. I got 102% on a test last week. I mean, a test. I’ve aced quizzes like that before, but a test? What are the chances that I didn’t slip up once, in all forty questions? (There was an extra credit question.) I’m not, like, trying to brag or anything. I’m sure you guys know that. I mean, none of you are in my class, so it’s not like it matters. I was just a bit in shock, and then I felt really smart. I mean, it was a health test, about mental health, which is right up my alley, but still. For ten minutes there, I felt like a genius. Wow, that sounds really concieted. I promise I’m not really like that. I’ve just been thinking lately, If I accomplish something, I should own up to it, right? It’s all apart of my “trying-to-be-brave-and-badass” policy that I’ve been workin’ on. Ye-awwww.

That’s really all I can think of to talk about. I mean, I could mention Beef and her prom, but I doubt you care about that. Hell, I don’t even care about that. Er, anyways. Later alligators. xD

Man, it’s good to be back.

internet freakouts and nice teachers.

Oh goodness. Yesterday, I wrote the whiniest, most frustrating fragment of a blog post ever. It’s basically me just being whiney and stupid and having another battle with my internet. I decided not to post it last night as I thought it was stupid, but in the light of a new day, it’s too hilarious to pass up posting. Enjoy.
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Here I am, you guys. Back at my desk, on a computer with no internet. I honestly do not even understand what the problem is. :/ My dad’s on the phone with the internet/cable/phone company, trying to sort it all out. It’s just… rawr. Frustrating. I walked into my house, jolly and ready to do a catch-up of all the feeds and videos and things I’ve missed and that damn blinking orange light greeted me, silently taunting me with it’s stupidity. I’ve already finished my homework, for pete’s sake! I read half a book and wrote a bunch of stuff and watched like four episodes of comedy TV. I just want YouTube and GoogleReader to chill with now. D;

You know what? I find it hilarious. I find it absolutely spiffing hilarious that JUST when I start writing about my internet woes, I refresh my browser and it’s back. Oh lord. Guess complaining really pays off sometimes. xD

Ummm… what? After I finished writing the previous paragraph, I toggled back to Firefox and it wasn’t working. Why must these programs taunt me so?! I do not understand. Oh, screw it. I’m just going to talk about something else.

Er, wait. Not to be the girl who cried wolf, but I think the internet is working for realsies this time. I’m going to to dive head first into the lushious, wonderful land of internet, before it inevitably leaves me again. I will check in with you sexy people later.
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And as of now, it’s working for real this time. Oh boy, sitting here in the dark with nothing but the light of my computer and a diet coke that I’m pretty sure is not actually caffeine free, I find this so extremely funny. It may be because I just ate a Reese’s peanut butter cup or that I’m listening to the ChartJackers melody over and over again, but I can’t stop giggling. Life is just that good.

I went to see my Spanish teacher after school today to sort out some grade things, and I was shocked to realize how nice she was. I mean, she seemed nice enough in class and never really scolded us or anything, but she was just so sweet! On our online grade database, it said that I had two missing assignments, and I’d know if I didn’t turn something in, you know? So, I went to go talk to her, expecting to maybe be able to make them up for half credit or something, but she excused one and just let me do one for full credit. My B+ in her class is now raised to an A (like it should be) and I was very shocked. Pleased, really. I love it when teachers are nice like that. And she called me “hun” three times. I usually frown upon this because the user usually says it condescendingly (or to Ryan Gaar xD), but she was genuinely sweet about it that I didn’t even mind. Teachers have the tendency to rule when you least expect it, I’ve found.

Do you guys have a favorite teacher of the moment? Mine isn’t my Spanish teacher, like it may seem. It’s actually my English teacher, and it may have something to do with the fact that she assigns a writing assignment almost every weekend. Which I, y’know, appreciate. Oh and my Geometry teacher is growing on me. Which is scary enough in itself.

PS. Zach finally put his foot down when it came to talking to the boy I mentioned a week ago. I can’t blog until I put my chicken-ish fears away and strike up a conversation. :/ Hopefully I’ll see you guys soon!

an internetless weekend.

I miss being able to write to you guys. If you were unaware, I have been without internet all weekend. It’s been…interesting.

It’s harder than I thought it would be, not having the internet. It’s not really that I need it to live, or anything, but I never quite realized how much I used it to occupy my life. Things that are naturally in my life that I wouldn’t really consider to be “sitting on the computer all day” type things are off-limits now. I can’t watch an episode of Skins before I go to bed. I can’t look up a song on YouTube or surf the iTunes store. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been occupying myself very well. Never have I had to much time to just concentrate on music or writing or reading. I read three books, cleaned my room, and picked out my clothes for the next three days. I cleaned my computer. I baked. (That’s actually not unusual, I usually make something in the kitchen on Sundays. But still, I did it!) And those things were all really fun, and I had a good time. I just felt a bit… out of the loop. Displaced. Like something was missing.

I’m doing my homework right now, at 5:12 on a Sunday night. I keep toggling between my English writing assignment and my Geometry review. Geometry is uncomplicated, easy, and straight-forward. But it can be hard, cold, and doesn’t provide much comfort. But this English assignment. It is for me to write journal entires in the point of view of one of the characters. It’s a bit like fanfiction in that respect, which is actually kind of funny. I should go look up “The Scarlet Letter” on fanfiction.net. Oh, wait. I have no internet. Dang flabbit! But anyway, it is really fun, to put my self in the shoes of one of the most complicated characters I’ve ever come across, to write without contractions and use words like “deteriorating” instead of “getting worse”. But at the same time, it can be painful, if I put myself too into his shoes. And dreary. In which case I switch back to the math, which is uncomplicated. Just numbers and equations. Plug plug plug.

Dude, what happened to having short paragraphs? I miss those little cute guys.

There we go, sexy. There we GO. Erm, that was extremely creepy. Anyways, I should probably get back to writing my English assignment, before all of my inspiration for the written word seeps into this blog entry and the creativity pot is all dry when I toggle back to my work. Maybe I’ll just print out what I have now, two full paragraphs and four fragmented ones, and just tell my teacher that I was too busy writing my blog to concentrate on her assignment. You know, tell her to suck it or something. That can be the badass moment of the day! Duuuude, who is a genius? Who? Me. Yeah. That is riz-ight.

Okay, we all know that I’m not going to do that. But I think my cool factor would increase with the actual badasses. No, wait. Scratch that. I don’t think the real badasses have blogs or wear striped socks or listen to their “Top 25 Most Played” playlist on shuffle. I’ve gotta start livin’ on the edge, yo!

PS. The internet has returned! Except it’s 9:28pm and I have to go to bed. Oh well, catching up tomorrow will be fun. I am literally fidgeting with excitement!