School is bleh. I have an 83% in Algebra II which isn't bad but it's practically failing when you think about my family's standards. Also being volleyball manager is not really my cup of tea.
But so that you don't think I'm completely negative, I have good news! This boy, that I've been thinking about, that I like... He likes me too! Yay! And also, if you remember my "ideal guy" post, this boy is so close to being everything on that list that it's kind of frightening. In fact, he's so different from other guys I've been with or almost been with that it makes me nervous. But in a good way.
My brother is currently staring over my shoulder as I type this, and it's pretty awkward. Fortunately, his vision is so bad that he can't actually read this. He has to go back to college soon and I'm using his laptop so he has sort of a vested interested in making sure I get done typing soon.
I found my old Sailor Moon movies! They just make me so happy. I was watching them last night with a friend and we decided that we're going to be Sailor Scouts for Halloween, and we're going to make one of our guy friends be the Tuxedo Mask.
Overall I'm just super happy. :)
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Sunday, September 19, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Encantada, Jesus.
I'm drinking a cup of tea, sitting in front of the computer screen in all of my purple-haired glory. My hair is now purple. I didn't even plan this.
A couple of things have happened recently. School started, I met a cute boy that I've barely talked to, my nephew needed surgery, I wrote a short story which I will share with you later, I dyed my hair purple, and I cleaned the entire bathroom. Fortunately, my nephew is doing well and should be recovering. I had to clean the entire bathroom tonight, and it was disgusting. Cleaning the bathroom wasn't even "punishment" for dyeing my hair purple, it's just what my mom had planned for my Saturday, I guess. My mom isn't a fan of coloring hair on the best of days, and she detests the purple. It's more of a purpleish red, and it's kind of pretty, but she hates it.
I'm not even in the two classes I really wanted to be in this year. I don't have art or Kansas History. I don't like history but I need to get that stupid class out of the way.
Insomnia is killer. These last two nights I've been doing ok on the sleep thing, but other times I've either been not sleeping or having horrible nightmares. The short story I wrote is actually based on one of my nightmares.
You know what makes me really mad? All of my favorite boys are going to college or the marines or whatever. There were a whole bunch of cute senior boys last year, one of whom even told me that he like me. One of my best guy friends is going into the marines. My older brother Hunter (the father), is going to college, and my other older brother Cameron is already there. A guy who is my brother of sorts in that he's Hunter's girlfriend's brother and pretty close to me has decided to go to college this year. Even some of my band camp boys are going to the army or the marines or college! But, I suppose everyone needs to move on with their lives.
My only consolation is that there's a cute new boy this year and he's a junior (only one grade ahead of me!). We even have a ton of classes together, including Bio II and Spanish and some others. He's sooooo quiet, though, it's hard to tell what he's thinking. However, he does appear to be an amazing artist and that makes me really happy. Also his hair is really adorable and I freaking love guys with awesome hair.
A couple of things have happened recently. School started, I met a cute boy that I've barely talked to, my nephew needed surgery, I wrote a short story which I will share with you later, I dyed my hair purple, and I cleaned the entire bathroom. Fortunately, my nephew is doing well and should be recovering. I had to clean the entire bathroom tonight, and it was disgusting. Cleaning the bathroom wasn't even "punishment" for dyeing my hair purple, it's just what my mom had planned for my Saturday, I guess. My mom isn't a fan of coloring hair on the best of days, and she detests the purple. It's more of a purpleish red, and it's kind of pretty, but she hates it.
I'm not even in the two classes I really wanted to be in this year. I don't have art or Kansas History. I don't like history but I need to get that stupid class out of the way.
Insomnia is killer. These last two nights I've been doing ok on the sleep thing, but other times I've either been not sleeping or having horrible nightmares. The short story I wrote is actually based on one of my nightmares.
You know what makes me really mad? All of my favorite boys are going to college or the marines or whatever. There were a whole bunch of cute senior boys last year, one of whom even told me that he like me. One of my best guy friends is going into the marines. My older brother Hunter (the father), is going to college, and my other older brother Cameron is already there. A guy who is my brother of sorts in that he's Hunter's girlfriend's brother and pretty close to me has decided to go to college this year. Even some of my band camp boys are going to the army or the marines or college! But, I suppose everyone needs to move on with their lives.
My only consolation is that there's a cute new boy this year and he's a junior (only one grade ahead of me!). We even have a ton of classes together, including Bio II and Spanish and some others. He's sooooo quiet, though, it's hard to tell what he's thinking. However, he does appear to be an amazing artist and that makes me really happy. Also his hair is really adorable and I freaking love guys with awesome hair.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Every Pessimist Was Once an Optimist
Imagine standing up in front of your judgmental peers and an almost-as-judgmental judge and trying to put emotion into words you've only read yesterday. Or, try telling the same audience all about a topic you have had thirty minutes to think about and you very likely don't know anything about it either. That is what I will be doing tomorrow!
As uncomfortable as the situation sounds, I am excited. I have a speech tournament tomorrow and I haven't been to any this year! This means I have to be at school at 5 A.M. But I'll be doing poetry and extemp at this tournament and I hope it will be fun.
Truly, I admire optimistic people. I have slowly become more and more pessimistic, though, and it is a little disconcerting. You have all of these expectations of the world, and as you get older, more and more of them disappear because you've already been let down. Despite this seemingly depressing outlook on life, I still entertain a little moment of hopeful amusement where I think school might not be insanely freaking boring.
As uncomfortable as the situation sounds, I am excited. I have a speech tournament tomorrow and I haven't been to any this year! This means I have to be at school at 5 A.M. But I'll be doing poetry and extemp at this tournament and I hope it will be fun.
Truly, I admire optimistic people. I have slowly become more and more pessimistic, though, and it is a little disconcerting. You have all of these expectations of the world, and as you get older, more and more of them disappear because you've already been let down. Despite this seemingly depressing outlook on life, I still entertain a little moment of hopeful amusement where I think school might not be insanely freaking boring.
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