Christmas season started last week. I can't believe I said that. I don't get crazy over much, but this is one thing worth it. We might as well just go ahead and scratch that whole Jesus thing and focus completely on the shopping; no 12 days of Christmas, make it 30. Oh, and I mean 30 BEFORE, not after like it used to be. How ridiculous.
I want to get into Governor's School so bad it seems like it's almost real; yet, I keep pushing it out of my head because subconsciously I think/know that it won't happen. These are truly the trials and tribulations of the terrible teenage years (also, I'm fantastic at alliteration).
Those of the male persuasion suck. I've decided to stop caring. Why would I want to be in a relationship with a guy anyway? Since when do I need justification from one who is inferior to me?
Creationism is not science. Discuss.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
hahahaha I win.
There's a whole post on my favorite teacher's blog based on a comment I left.
PWND N00BZ ^-^
PWND N00BZ ^-^
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
untitled.
I will be 17 years old in two days.
I'm excited, don't get me wrong; I love my birthday, but this year it really got me thinking about the significance of years.
We spend the first 20 years of our lives wishing we were older, then the rest of our lives wishing we were younger. So far, for me, the only importance a birthday has is that it indicates more possibilities, more responsibilities, more that I can do. At 12, I got to paint my nails. At 14, I was allowed to wear makeup.
This birthday means that I can legally buy tickets to an R-rated movie. Woo. I can't enjoy it, because I know what next year means, and 17 just does not measure up. At 18 I can vote. I can buy cigarettes. I can legally separate myself as an independent entity from my family. I can enter television contests. I can go to clubs. I am, in the sense of the law, an adult.
And then what? Then I spend 3 years waiting for 21, when I can legally buy and consume alcohol.
And then what? I spend years longing for 17, when my only worries were homework and stupid boys and which R-rated movie to waste my money on.
Why don't we love our birthdays for what they are? Why not celebrate with the mindset that we have learned and grown and become wiser for a whole year more? and thank God for that?
I'm excited, don't get me wrong; I love my birthday, but this year it really got me thinking about the significance of years.
We spend the first 20 years of our lives wishing we were older, then the rest of our lives wishing we were younger. So far, for me, the only importance a birthday has is that it indicates more possibilities, more responsibilities, more that I can do. At 12, I got to paint my nails. At 14, I was allowed to wear makeup.
This birthday means that I can legally buy tickets to an R-rated movie. Woo. I can't enjoy it, because I know what next year means, and 17 just does not measure up. At 18 I can vote. I can buy cigarettes. I can legally separate myself as an independent entity from my family. I can enter television contests. I can go to clubs. I am, in the sense of the law, an adult.
And then what? Then I spend 3 years waiting for 21, when I can legally buy and consume alcohol.
And then what? I spend years longing for 17, when my only worries were homework and stupid boys and which R-rated movie to waste my money on.
Why don't we love our birthdays for what they are? Why not celebrate with the mindset that we have learned and grown and become wiser for a whole year more? and thank God for that?
Thursday, November 1, 2007
today.
Today was better.
Today I: a) almost burned my hand off with Aluminum Something Iodide Thing and b) completely froze all my other extremities while doing water quality testing down at the Eno River for AP Environmental.
Today I learned that you can put too much pressure on the contents of a titrator and make the needle end shoot off into your bottle of extremely acidic waste water.
Today I cried from laughter. And hysteria. And possibly exposure.
Today I discovered by BSing an essay for Governor's School that I have a very modernistic outlook on life.
Today I realized that my birthday is in a little over a week.
Today I dressed in all black, put black goo gel in my hair, and hid my face behind a thick layer of black paste makeup which nicely contrasted my green eyes.
Today I made a small child dressed as Spiderman sob, run to his mother's open arms, and scream that he saw a monster.
Today I sang "O Thou That Tellest Good Tidings To Zion" from Messiah approximately 93274239487 times.
Today I didn't think about immature, insane, and intolerable people in my life.
Today I didn't think about yesterday.
Today was better.
Today I: a) almost burned my hand off with Aluminum Something Iodide Thing and b) completely froze all my other extremities while doing water quality testing down at the Eno River for AP Environmental.
Today I learned that you can put too much pressure on the contents of a titrator and make the needle end shoot off into your bottle of extremely acidic waste water.
Today I cried from laughter. And hysteria. And possibly exposure.
Today I discovered by BSing an essay for Governor's School that I have a very modernistic outlook on life.
Today I realized that my birthday is in a little over a week.
Today I dressed in all black, put black goo gel in my hair, and hid my face behind a thick layer of black paste makeup which nicely contrasted my green eyes.
Today I made a small child dressed as Spiderman sob, run to his mother's open arms, and scream that he saw a monster.
Today I sang "O Thou That Tellest Good Tidings To Zion" from Messiah approximately 93274239487 times.
Today I didn't think about immature, insane, and intolerable people in my life.
Today I didn't think about yesterday.
Today was better.
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