Wednesday, 14 April 2010
Now Playing: Dragostea Din Tei - O-Zone
I'm super tired. I really should be asleep right now. After all, I've been running on less sleep than I should for the past week or so. I go to sleep around ten usually, sometimes later. Then I wake up at 5:45 A.M. No joke. To some, that might not seem so bad. And usually it's not. I do that all the time...on the weekend. But when I have to suffer through eight and a half hours of school, it can be classified as unbearable.
I mean, on weekends I stay up until at least 4 or 5 AM, then wake up around 6 or 7 AM. Same day. And it's not really a big deal. I just drive to town, take the garbage to the dump, get groceries, the usual weekend stuff. But school! Ugh!!! Under the best of conditions, I can stay awake and comprehend the concepts better than anyone else, while slowly going insane with insanity at how incredibly easy school is. But on a limited amount of sleep, I'm practically unconcious, can hardly understand a word that the teacher says, and end up not getting anything out of that entire day.
Tonight at church, our new small groups leader told us a bit about herself. She said that if we have some fundraisers, then the girls' small group can go on really cool outings, instead of the usual movie (we pay for) and pizza afterward (the youth group fund pays for). I'm already starting to like her better than Shannah. (Shannah was our former small group leader. We all love her to death, but she didn't have enough time to devote to us.)
For anyone wondering, our church has the youth group. Teenagers, having fellowship together (hanging out). Within the youth group, there are three small groups: Senior High Boys, Senior High Girls, and Junior High. While the youth group has occasional outings together, and mission trips and lockins; small groups have outings every 1-2 months. As you can immagine, the small groups are quite a bit closer than the plain youth group.
Not that we don't fratenise. Actually, almost everyone has dated everyone else. With the exception of my bff and I. I don't see several of the guys as anything more than friends, and have made out with most of the others. My friend Katie...not sure how to describe that. She's not really the romantic type. She's a complete tomboy (but not a lesbian), and I am one too. It's just that I'm not an extreme, tank-shaped, tough, tall-ish, fast, pale, strong girl that doesn't take crap from anyone. I stand up for myself, but I mostly just get guys to back up my threats, while she can back up her own. Love her like a sister, and we are indeed twins. Night, yall!
Tuesday, 13 April 2010
Warning, Do not read if you are under 14! No need to scar small children!
Now Playing: Promiscuous (Feat. Timbaland) - Nelly
My mother and I have been discussing sexually-related topics. Including, but not limited to: Dildos, crotch crickets, cricket crotch, pimp suits, and my bff (whom is one of my whores, the dominatrix).
I just had to give my mother the definition of homo and hetero. While she insists that homo means man, I had to explain that homo can mean man, but also can be used to mean same, while hetero means different.
Monday, 12 April 2010
Now Playing: Comatose - Skillet
Today was my first day back at school since the day before Good Friday. I have to write both a rough draft and final draft of an English paper about the government of China by this Friday. I need to have read the first four chapters of 'The Good Earth' soon, along with the vocab, and some comprehensive questions. Also, I have to come up with perfect advice for my friend. She likes our other friend. They hand out all the time. I swear, they are closer than me and her. And she likes him. He's completely oblivious to this of course (boys! uggg!). So I need to give her the perfect advice to handle that little problem of hers. Plus, I have to deal with my own boy problems. I officially can not wait for tenth grade to be over (only about 5 weeks left!).
In 8th grade, my grandparents decided that I shouldn't be in public school anymore (despite the fact that I have survived in public school since I was in 3rd grade, they think that I can't handle it, apparently). So they enrolled me in the private school that I spent K-2nd in: Jackson Christian School. All of my friends are still in the various public schools in Jackson.
However, I am currently very glad that I was moved when I was. The No Child Left Behind thing is lowering the standards of the school system. The smart children get less recognition for their hard work. And many students are just taking advantage of the new system, and doing less work. They pass anyway.
The No Child Left Behind policy is great-sounding, in theory. But with children having learning disabilities, it can only be viewed as wishful thinking, a pipedream at best. The only way to acheive the expectations that legislation has put on school systems is to lower the standards. And lowering a school system's standards only serves to ruin children's educations. Does the government even think about the laws that they are passing? Or are they just picking random laws to pass/fail? Because that's what it seems like.
On a lighter note, I took my ACT on Saturday. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I expect somewhere around a 26, since I kept running out of time (at which point I would just bubble them randomly), because of my daydreaming tendencies. When my school took the PLAN test, my results predicted somewhere between a 30 and a 36. Yeah, right. Keep dreaming.
Sunday, 11 April 2010
Now Playing: The Boys are Back - High School Musical 3
Topic: Sonny w/ a Chance
Sonny with a Chance wasn't as great as I hoped. But I did like it. At least it wasn't one of the episodes where you never get to see Sonny and Chad talking. Though I'm still waiting for that "Falling for the Falls" that I keep hearing about. In it, Chad asks Sonny out. She says yes. The cast of 'So Random' walks into Sonny's apartment when Chad is there. So far, that's pretty much all that I've got. All you can get are super short previews of it. Which is kind of a good thing, since otherwise, they could have ruined it for me.
Gotta go, I have only a few precious hours remaining, before I go to sleep. School starts back tomorrow morning. I feel like I was supposed to have done something. I think that I have a really big English paper due. Oh well, I'm only a sophomore. Who cares? lol jk Peace out, suckahs!
Now Playing: Ocean sounds on a noisemaker
So I'm at my guy friend's house (A). He's not. It's cool, cuz our parents are friends, so I practically live here. For instance, I'm currently sitting on his couch, in his room, with my feet up, listening to the sound of ocean waves (fake; noise machine), while blogging. He, meanwhile, is in Lexington with friends. His mom says he hasn't been home in a couple days. Typical.
So everyone says that me and A. are going to end up getting married. We've kissed. Me and my friend Nat stayed up all night last night talking about the details between me and him (our first kiss was 5-20-09). She really thinks that he likes me- like seriously likes me. We've been in this weird, secret relationship thing. But he can be such an ass. We fight (like actually wrestling) and he hits me (yep, hits a girl). We argue constantly (though we usually are just doing it to get under each other's skins- even his mom knows that much, though she don't know why). And, of course, he flirts with one of my best friends (one time I invited him somewhere, and he actually grabbed her butt). But there are little things that he does sometimes, out of the blue. Like grabbing my hand and holding it under the table when we were eating out with our moms. Or when he was going somewhere with a friend, and he came in to grab something, and he walked out; then a second later, he walked right back in, threw down whatever he was holding, and pulled me into a soft, sweet kiss that lasted about 5 seconds. Yep, he's confusing.
Gotta go, my show is coming on. Sonny with a Chance. Yep, it's Disney Channel. But the Chad/Sonny goodness! Tonight's a new episode! :-)
Thursday, 8 April 2010
Now Playing: Face Down - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Topic: Random Thoughts
I can't sleep yet, so here you go, more random thoughts:
In Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, we see that a boggart will take on all of the characteristics of what a person fears. For example, Harry's dementor-boggart made the room cold and caused Harry to pass out with his mother's scream in his head. So shouldn't Remus's moon-boggart should have triggered his transformation?
Unlike most of my random thoughts, I'm going to take the time to think of an actual answer. While the boggart may have tried to act like the moon, and have the characteristics of the moon, it is non really the moon. The boggart-dementor wasn't as powerful as the actual thing. And maybe a boggart can only replicate physical characteristics, such as the appearance, and ability to make everything cold. Not sure that the ability to turn a man into a giant wolf is a physical characteristic. So my final conclusion is that just because it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, doesn't make it a duck. Not sure if that can hold up, but whatever.
Now Playing: Famous - Puddle of Mudd
Topic: Random Thoughts
Now, while Harry Potter may be one of the best book series ever written, it too has its flaws.
There was one little thing that I noticed as strange. If basalisk venom is able to desroy a horcrux, then why did Harry still have the horcux in him in the seventh book? When the basalisk bit him, it should have destroyed the horcrux.
How about this one: Harry couldn't cast Crucio properly after Bellatrix knocked Sirius into the veil. But he was capaple of a pretty good one after one of Voldemort's goons spit on McGonnagall (sp?). Honestly, that in itself has no good reason. It's not like he spent his summers practicing it on the Dursleys (though that's a good idea). If seeing Sirius die right in front of him wasn't enough to make him mean it, then seeing someone spitting on his head of house definately shouldn't have been.
In every book, someone saved Harry right before he was about to be killed. In book one, Dumbledore saved him when he was near death from the exertion and pain that it caused him to touch Quirrel. In book two, Fauxe came to him just as Tom Riddle was about to kill him. In book three, Harry and Hermione saved Harry and Sirius from the dementors right when past-Harry had passed out and was about to have his soul sucked out. In book four, the weird Priori Incantatem thing saved him, when Voldemort's Avada Kedavra should have split right through Harry's Expelliarmus. In book five, the Order showed up and saved Harry right when he was about to hand the prophecy to Malfoy. Then Dumbledore showed up, saving Harry and the Order, and turning the tables dramatically in their favor. In book six, Dumbledore went from being a barmy fool, babbling uncontrollably, into being strong enough to cast an extremely difficult fiery spell for an extended amount of time. Just in time to save Harry from the inferi. In book seven, there were several instances. I refuse to name them all, not only because there are many very obvious ones, but because I've got plans with a friend tomorrow morning, and I want to get to sleep early tonight. So goodnight everyone.
Now Playing: Dragostea Din Tei by Haiducii
I'm out of school for spril break, finally. It's been pretty slow so far, and yet it's already almost over. But that's how breaks from school always work.
Monday, my teacher took me to town. Yes, it sounds pathetic, but my friends shut up with the teasing when they found out that she bought me Olive Garden and took me to Hot Topic (she waited outside of course).
Tuesday, I was planning to go to Alex's hockey game. But I got invited to a sleepover at my friend Jessica's house. My grandfather made me choose one or the other. Logically, if I had gone to the hockey game, I would have had about an hour of mild enjoyment. The only real bright side would be the heated looks between me and him. But if I went to the sleepover, I would have several hours of fun with my friends. So I went to the sleepover.
At Jessica's sleepover, we got to hang out in her basement (which is a lot cooler than it sounds, with a pool table, couches, gargantuan tv, and a door leading straight to their front yard; said front yard has a beautiful view of the lake). There was Jessica (15-ish), Jessie (me!)(15), Katie (15-ish), Kaleigh (15), April (14), and Jessica's two brothers (Jacob=14-ish; Jordan=10).
So we all (including Jacob, but not Jordan) sat around the basement/ hang-out room, talking. Most of us were sitting on the couch. Katie was sitting in some big chair-thing. Amber (who couldn't spend the night, due to medical reasons, but was hanging out for a bit) and Jessica sat on a gigantic footstool. Jacob sat on the floor near my end of the couch, leaning against a wall.
We chatted about people we knew, people we didn't like, the reasons that we didn't like them, people that we thought were gay, our views on gay people, etc. Jacob didn't say much, but not in an uncomfortable way. He just doesn't say much. Not really a shy vibe, it's like he doesn't have anything to say on the subject or something.
My friends are all extremely homophobic. I think that it is incredibly insane to be afraid of someone because of who they like. I'm not going to try to change my friends' minds though. I'll just give them my personal opinion on the subject and lead by example. I honestly don't care if a guy is gay (as long as I know, and don't end up crushing on him), and as long as the girls don't make a move on me, I don't care about their choice either. Don't hit on me, Miss.
Kaleigh kept trying to get me to call her ex, one of my friends, to prank call him or something. I eventually stopped using *67 and just used her number. But he wouldn't answer, so I used my phone; he still didn't answer. As I was informed by text only minutes ago, it's because he is in pensacola and doesn't get service in the hotel (he spelled it hotle lol). Ah well, there goes several minutes of my life.
So we watch both Austin Powers movies. Eventually, we all began to fall asleep. In fact, though Jacob was planning on sleeping in his room down the hall, he stayed too.
Once the ending credits of Austin Powers 2 had begun to roll across the screen, I was scooted so that I was half on the couch and half on the foot stool thing. I would periodically wake up, and look around or check my phone.
Around midnight, I woke up, hearing something. There was nothing to fear though. It was just Jacob, taking off his shirt. I looked at him for a second, then laid right back down.
Sometime around 2 AM, I moved my hand (which had at sometime fallen off of the couch) onto Jacob's hair (it's similar to this, just a little shorter), which was a little coarse though in a pleasant way. He's a light sleeper, so I fully expected him to wake up. He didn't.
Thirty minutes or so later, he sat up a little and situated his pillow,before flopping back down(landing on my hand). Sitting back up, he looked at my hand, then layed back down again, though more gently this time. He made no attempt to get away from my hand.
He did the exact thing again fifteen minutes later. I, of course, was pretending to be asleep the entire time. Apparently I'm a good actress. Though it's not a very hard part to play. All I needed to do was relax, breath calmly and slowly, and sigh once.
Later, I moved my hand back onto the couch, not wanting to be in his personal bubble. It's just not nice to get in someone's personal space when they're asleep.
At one point I seriously was asleep. Then I woke up and looked around. Jacob, however, looked different. His hair was darker and longer and he was wearing a shirt. On a second look, I realized that it was Jessica. I curled back up in my spot (which was slightly cramped, since April had rolled over toward me) and went back to sleep.
At seven or eight, all the girls except Jessica were awake. Jacob was gone. (I didn't know it, but at that time, he was at the dentist.) We talked quietly until Jessica woke up. Then we got dressed in our bathing suits and went to the beach (the lake, with sand). Some guy was riding up and down the road on a dirt bike. He eventually stopped and parked at the beach. When he took off his helmet, I realized that it was Jacob. (BTW, his middle name is Edward. That's right: Jacob Edward ******.)
We all got in the water, which was absolutely freezing! So me, Jessica, and Katie swam to the dock (it's really just a block of concrete floating a few yards out from the rest; no clue how) that's out there. Katie swam back and went back to the shallows to talk to everyone.
I took a running jump into the water. You do not want to dive in there, because my feet touched the bottom. Easily.
After a walk back to Jessica's house, the girls started cooking. They made bacon, mac & cheese, stuffing, and ramen. Me, Jacob, and Jordan watched the end of Toy Story (which Jordan had put on for their little cousin, but she wasn't watching it).
So I got a ride home from Kaleigh's mom around 3 (pm, obviously). I got dressed and went to church, where I met up with everyone that I had just left. Natalie was super bummed that she missed it. But I made a pretty obvious hint that I might have a sleepover for my sweet 16 this summer, and that cheered her up.
The problem is, since my grandmother is going to start chemo soon, I can't have any company. Her friends come over all the time, but I can't have anyone over. She won't stop getting chemo until October, despite the fact that the doctor says that he thinks he got it all out when she had it surgically removed. Pisses me off.
It's fine. Life's not fair. I'm used to that. Everyone thinks that I get whatever I want. I have an allowance of $30 a week, and a lot of stuff that I probably don't really need, like my truck, mini-fridge, two laptops, two rooms, a desktop computer, a mini-air hockey table, a futon and couch in one of my rooms, and two tvs. But I can't do anything that the neighbors wouldn't like. I can't wear jeans to church on Sunday, because the ladies at church would talk. I can't go to get the paper if my clothes don't match properly, because the neighbors would think that I wasn't raised properly.
When one of my friends had to find a place to stay, because his mom and step-dad were druggies, he couldn't stay. Our spare bedroom is upstairs and through my mom's room. It would be just about impossible for us to have done anything, even if we had wanted to. The only reason that my granddad had was that he had talked to the preacher and one of my other guy friend's dads, and both of them thought that it was a bad idea. It was my friend's time of need, and he had to get a room from someone that he only got along with occasionally, because my grandparents thought that someone would think that it was improper for a boy and a girl to live in the same house if they weren't related or married. Pisses me off.
Friday, 26 March 2010
Topic: Random Thoughts
Have you ever noticed the little things in books that just don't add up? Just tiny little details that nag at you, and force you to point out to people? I never used to, until this past year. Let's beging with the entire series of Twilight.
Let me, however, start off by saying this: I know that Twilight is not real. I am sincerely glad. While I was almost perfectly desribed by Stephanie Myer's depiction of the wolves, I have no desire to live in a world where beautiful, pale critters run around super fast, killing people. So I don't ever want to hear someone say "Lighten up, it's only a book, written for our entertainment." I know this, but I wish she had spent a little more time making sure that her ideas actually made since. Well here we go!
Just because direct sunlight isn't hitting the Cullens shouldn't mean that they don't sparkle. The sun is always shining a little bit on us during the day. Even during a huge storm, if you can see around you, then the sun is shining. Also, there was never a scientific reason given for why sunlight made them sparkle. Face it, Twilight was just the brainchild of a woman that obsessed way too much over one wierd dream that she had.
Also, vampires are dead, right? And they are frozen as they are. Which means that the blood in their veins isn't moving anymore. Well, aside from the fact that this would cause them to become stiff as a statue once the blood clotted, it also has other meanings. The honeymoon? Couldn't have happened. Don't believe me? For Edward to get hard, his junk would fill up with blood. That's what makes it rise, dumb-ass. And since his blood would have clotted over ninety years ago, that makes this impossible. So Renesmee: gone.
Right now, I cant' think of any more, but I'll be sure to post more later. And no, I doubt anyone is actually going to care enough to read this, but I love to rant. Night, yall!
My First Entry
Alright. So I'm pretty new to the whole blogging thing. I think it's kinda pointless. But hey, what else do I have to do right now?
I'm really bored, but in a kind of cuddly, lazy mood. I just want to lay around, snuggling up to somebody. Maybe watch a little tv or something. But ah well, I'm not at his house right now, and he's at a friend's anyway, so that throws my plans out the window.
Tomorrow, I get to go with my mom's friend to watch her son (the earlier mentioned mysterious 'he') play roller hockey. I don't know the rules of hockey, but I went last Saturday, and it wasn't too bad. He even got the puck a few times. Yay, a few random scrapes (sarcasm).
Anyway, I'm gonna go read fanfiction. Yes, I'm a super fanfic nerd. I recomend checking out fanfiction.net; it's my life support. And yes, there are a few poorly written ones by the pen name 'silver5866', though the majority have either not been finished or haven't even made the transition from my notebooks and folders to my laptop. Anyway, check it out, see if you like anything. If you do, review.
Love always- Silver
Newer | Latest | Older