Maawwwrrr...

My friend David's not doing so well. He posted on his blog about some shit he's had to deal with. He asked everyone who read it to reply, so I spilled my guts. Reading his blog post and typing my reply almost brought tears to my eyes.

It just shows to go that life is a roller coaster, with ups and downs. Rarely a flat path, always bumps and curves. The trick in life is to accept the bad days with grace, accept the good days with joy, and reflect on your life without bitterness, but understanding. Understanding that not all your life will be spent in a happy bubble. Understanding that there will be shit to deal with, and dealing with that shit will make you, in the end, a better person. What doesn't kill you helps you, and with that sort of thing it really does. It gives you a new perspective, a level of empathy for your fellow humans. It helps you understand the people around you, and if you do that, life is easier. If you have people that you understand and that understand you around, they can help you through the shit, and can be better for it with you.

So, until I get struck with more deep stuff or the normal randomness, peace out.

Mer Chrshms

Even though it's hardly December and by my standards the Christmas season doesn't truly begin until roughly December 15th, I need to get an idea about what peeps want.

You Neo D.I.E peeps, if you don't at least give me an idea, I know where you go to school. -shakes fist-

O.O

Hmm. Time for a bit of change. New template. We'll see how this works. I'll probably change it. Ah well.

-shiftyeyes- I got nuthin'.


Aaaand I just lost. -headdesk-

This is ridiculous...

It's nice to feel safe in school and all, but this is getting ridiculous.

I understand the random search in the morning and limiting in-and-out access to the
main entrance during the day, and a few extra police, but that's where I draw the line.

Not searching EVERYONE who walks in.
Or saying you can't bring your bookbag/books to lunch (OR a girl's handbag...)
Or setting up a metal detector at the cafeteria entrance and making everyone file in one-by-one, through ONE door.


Tomorrow they'll want us to take off shoes and belts, I bet...

Bleh...

Yeah, yeah, haven't posted in ages. Oh well.

I've been in a foul mood for most of the day, dunno why. Hey, at least it's almost the weekend. Huh. Battle of the Bell tomorrow, then -sigh- another competition. -gag- It's our last, thankfully. Then the Fanfare of Bands on Tuesday, then (maybe) the playoffs, perhaps the Christmas parade, then we're done! Whoo!

Anyhow. . . not really much to say. . . I just lost. -headdesk-

. . . . and the lamp! -strikes dramatic pose-

Oh yeah! Update on the shitter. (Yes, I have admitted that he's a shitter) We changed his name (again) to Petey. And, the other weekend, he has officially become addicted to playing red-bug. Yes, addicted. That little mutt is obsessed with chasing the laser-pointer. He's a hoot. He'll chase in a circle or back and forth for as long as you'll play, and if you time it you'll get him to crash into the wall. XP

Xx Myeeh...

Yes, I know I haven't posted in a while, and I'm sorry. I get distracted like that. But now that I'm starting school again (-moan-) it looks like I'll have to. I'll get to that here soon.

So yeah, here's a rundown of my schedule:

1st period: Japanese I
2nd period: US History AP
3rd period: Biology II AP
4th period: English 11 AP

So, I've got three AP classes this semester. -fallsover- I'll have four next semester. 2nd half of Bio, 2nd half of US History, PreCal, and Chemistry. Xx Whoo, being a junior is fuuun.

Hmm, yes, and there's that thing about carrying a couple full-sized textbooks around with me all day since I don't have a locker yet. That will be a problem. Then again, I can just make the school system pay for the chiropractor bill. That'd work.

So yeah, about the revival of my Blogger-ness: Part of BioII is that we need to post comments on the teacher's blog entries every now and then, so I figured I'd reanimate my accounts.

Well, that's purdy much it for now. -salutes- Peace owt f'now.

O.O

I realized something a while ago, and it's puzzled me ever since. Here's my realization:


Water is made of two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom.
Hydrogen is incredibly flammable.
Fire needs oxygen in order to burn.

So why in the world do these atoms, when combined correctly, make a substance that is more or less impervious to flame?! Water isn't flammable, yet it's made of a combination of atoms that logically would form an insanely flammable substance.

That confuses me. O.O

-shrug-

The following text will be a little example of how much free time I have. Constantly testing my eloquence, I guess. Oh well. I leave it to you, my readers, to judge it. Kate especially. -pokepoke-

"And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be,
and I don't want to go home right now." Her slim, petite frame swayed to the beat of the music thrumming in her ears, the earphone plugs in her ears attached to a small mp3 player in the deep pocket of her baggy, "gothic" style pants. Their black fabric was set off by blood red stitching, and by the dull grey metal chain attached to her pants by hooks under the two front belt loops. "And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life. 'Cause sooner or later it's over, I just don't want to miss you tonight." The heavy black combat boots that shod her feet were nearly invisible, hidden by the cuffs of her pants. They clumped loudly on the hard concrete as the female sauntered by, her rich cobalt-blue eyes half-closed against the beams of red-orange sunlight shining into them. "And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." Her shirt brushed against the top of her pants, the torso section conforming to her slim midriff. The sleeves flared out around her arm, falling to just past her wrists. On her wrists were glove-like cuffs with holes cut for the thumb, completely open once it reached knuckle-level. "And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming, or the moment of truth in your lies. When everything feels like the movies, yeah you bleed just to know you're alive!" These cuffs were black, the one on her right hand bearing a face with white x-shapes for eyes and a frowning mouth, the left turned inside out so it was impossible to tell what design it bore. On each thumb were several rings of various shades of silver, which clicked against each other with each swing of her arms. "And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." Her delicately-featured face was framed with hair dyed bone white, the shaggy locks hanging unevenly about her head. Her left eye was completely covered by an especially long hank. In her left ear were two silver rings, on the right a single gold one. All in all this female seems to be a stereotypical goth. Well, mostly. "And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." She'd be a stereotypical goth but for the fact that her head was canine; more accurately lupine, in nature. The same went for a shaggy tail trailing behind her. Her entire body was covered in thick, soft fur; the throat, chest, belly, and underside of the tail were all a creamy grey. The rest was silver in hue, striped with black. "I just want you to know who I am. I just want you to know who I am. I just want you to know who I am. I just want you to know who I am..."

Eye of the Tiger

Rising up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive

So many times it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all in the eye of the tiger

Face to face, out in the heat
Hanging tough, staying hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all in the eye of the tiger

Rising up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all in the eye of the tiger

The eye of the tiger...

Gawsh, I love that song. Dunno exactly why. -shrug-

Mkay, a few things to ramble about.

Art. Geh. It's interesting for a person like me who has a flare for doodling, but it's also infuriating. We've done so far projects to demonstrate balance,
we've enlarged masterworks, we've enlarged and distorted our own sketches, we've enlarged poster pieces, and we're now working on perspective. A short list of complaints:
Balance: The teacher was really picky
Masterworks: Geh, I can't draw people at all!
Distortions: It's nigh on impossible to do curvy distortions right
Posters: Getting hair to look right is really hard.
Perspective: Actually not much to complain about, except that sometimes lining something up with the vanishing point(s) makes it look weird.

If we could get the scanner to work I'd scan in some examples of the really annoying ones.

It seems that despite my insistance that my work isn't that great, I continue to get A grades on the required work and extra points for the extra stuff I did because I work faster than everyone else. So I probably have over a 100 for art, the interim said 104 last I remember.

Biology, my established favorite class, is a 96. Splee. And Spanish, my least favorite, is a 93. It's mainly the homework I hate about Spanish. The class itself isn't bad since I have a good enough grasp of the language to put together Senora's Spanish into English and translate onto paper without making Senora (lacking a ~ over those n's, sorry. This keyboard doesn't like me using the alt key) make countless corrections to it. Speaking, well, gonna hafta work on that.

Did I say how much I love Biology? I think I did. Science has always been an interesting subject for me, and Mrs. Blevins being an awesome teacher is icing on the cake. Gawsh, I love that class. -pokes two of the last 3 tests (I think) that I got 100's or something close on-

I think Lukie's new name will be Taz. He's a little demon when he's hyper, and when he gets going and growls he sounds like a Tasmanian Devil. Seriously, it's so funny to hear him growl. he does get overexcited and hurt. His jaws and incredibly strong, and it hurts like the dickens when he chomps down hard.

-hack-

Urgh. My throat feels like it's coated with sandpaper, and I have a headache developing. I dunno what, but something's been going around Huss this week, and I've gotten it. -hack- Hard candy works the same as lozenges, so says my Spanish teacher. Guess what? She was right. So I had a baggy of peppermints that I'd eat through the day to soothe my scratchy throat.

Speaking of school, I had a spazzy special moment today in 3rd period. (3rd is band) Well, today was the day for All-County, hosted this year by none other than Hunter Huss High. So those of us not is All-County were stuck in the big gym. >_<
The bell for 3rd lunch was due to ring, so everyone gravitated toward the door nearest the path to the cafeteria. I was running that way because I was hyper, and for some unknown reason I overbalanced and fell forward. Don't ask me why; I have no earthly or otherwise clue. But yeah, I fell forward binder, book, and pencil pouch in hand. When I hi the ground I was more or less parallel to it, so I ended up sliding a good foot or two before coming to a stop. By then most of the stuff in my hands was scattered around; luckily my Biology binder was (gasp) relatively organized. Of course because I'm special I had to start cracking up. Everyone else who had been facing in my general direction burst into laughter as well. I managed to get up and keep walking, though my left hip, knee, and shoulder were sore for a while. Pardon the funky verb tenses, if I misuse some of them.

So anyhow, that reminded me of another time I made ungraceful contact with the ground beneath me. It was during marching season, after a practice. I was in the front of the semi-mad dash for the band room, and I tripped over a rouge tail in my very ripped jeans and went tumbling to the ground. Here's the funny part: I hit the ground, roll over, get my knees under me, get up, and keep running without missing a stride. I was about to pee in my pants I was laughing so hard. It was one of my very ultra-special moments that make my life so much more interesting. So yeah, when in band I am special. Don't let me run in band. I will fall over and make myself look like an idiot. Not that I don't most other times. Oh well. I like my specialness. Ph34r m3h. =K

Kate made me delete the Green Golfball Joke from the blog because apparently it's a sin to write it, and it should be told orally. So, I deleted it. It wasn't very good anyway, so no love was lost.

Peace owt ch'all.

He is not a shitter.

Lukie is not a shitter, the way Kate says it. He isn't annoying. He's a rat terrier mix, probably with scottie because of his wiry fur. Terriers, in my opinion, are not shitters.

Anyhow, poor Loogie hasn't been feeling well. We'll get to the nickname later. Around Thursday of last week, he got a bad cough, like there was drainage in his throat. By Friday, he had a nasty flu-like head cold. It included bouts of a bad fever, where his head would heat up and he'd start shivering. All I could think to do was to wrap him up in my jacket and snuggle until he warmed up and stopped shivering. Poor guy. Normally he's a normal, energetic terrier, really attention hungry since his previous owner barely gave him any. But after Friday he was so sick, Dad says he didn't even react when he put the leash on. At the vet's, they said he had pneumonia, so he stayed overnight. He also has this icky intestinal parasite, which I blame for his lack of appetite. He was kept 'til about five-thirty today, then we took him home. He seemed a lot better; he had a lot of his energy back.

Yeah, about his name. The original name was Koolie, but that was a dorky name so we changed it to Lukie. When Dad told me the name I made a comment that it sounded like 'loogie', and unfortunately it stuck with him. Poor pup.


But I swear, that dog has the most unique head I've ever seen. He has those white mutton-chop cheeks and that one floppy ear, and even though you can't see it in the photos Kate posted on her blog, he had a nose-hawk. It's like a ridge of upright hair along the center of his muzzle, like a mohawk for his nose. XP It's so funny. 'Scuse me if I misspelled mohawk. I really don't care.

I can die happy now.

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, if anyone actually reads this blog. The main reason is because there's really nothing to post. Now; however, I have something to post.

I just got back from a Billy Joel concert. -blink- We left about three pm, and got back around twelve fifty am. Almost ten hours. The concert was in Greenville, which is like two hours away. It's a lot like Charlotte, but everything is surprisingly convenient. I was impressed. The Bi-Lo Center, where the concert was held, was right there! Wow! We parked, walked a few blocks, ate supper at a sushi place (of course!), walked back, and got situated. Oh, we each (Mom and I) got a long-sleeved shirt, for the helluv it. They were ninety dollars apiece. When I saw the recipt I nearly hyperventilated. But, wow.

Our seats were on the floor, which meant we were reeeely close. Imagine the stage, then two blocks of seats in front of it. We were in one of those, like halfway in it. It was an awesome view. -collapses-

At times the noise was just too many decibels for my poor ears to handle, so I had to plug them with my fingers so I wouldn't go deaf. Oh well. It was Billy Joel. I'm still trying to work it out in my mind. It was that profound.

I had a blast, though I nearly went deaf at least three times. I forgive the crowd -- that was expected. I wish those ijjits hadn't stood up the whole damn time, though. I had to either sit on the back of my chair or stand up in it so I could see. >_<'

I have to say, the lights made the show that much cooler. XP They strobed me out during the song ' Pressure.' There were w pair of guys who played the hell out of those saxes and trumpet, I tell ya. I know that it's hard to get a brass up to a high register without it sounding like nails on a chalkboard, but this dude rocked that trumpet all the way to Virginia. Woodwinds have it a bit better, though even flutes have to work to keep those high notes from hurting. Those saxes still wrawked my boxors, if I actually wore boxors. XP

Yeah, I'm gonna shut up now since it's almost one-thirty am. Peace owt ch'all.