Right now is another instance of me not doing what I am supposed to do. Like, I should be going to bed. But I am not.
I have a test tomorrow in history. It shouldn't be bad if I do some quality studying at school tomorrow. Thank Jesus for having three free hours in the middle of the day. Right now, though, I should be resting up and getting my beauty sleep.
Who cares, though? I don't even want to be pretty. I wanted this boy, but he doesn't want me anymore. So I don't give a shit about what I look like.
Except, you know, the competition. I have to win this break up, especially because I didn't initiate it. He's already jumped the gun with that one. The only way to top him is to
A) Maintain a better appearance-based reputation
B) Make more friends than him (shouldn't be hard)
C) Find someone new before him. And I mean unless he's already gotten with the girl I didn't like when we were dating, he's probably not very close.
How desperate is this?
Whatever. I am in fake highschool. So I get to have a fake dramatic moment every once in an effing while. It is fake high school because it is so small and fun and strenuous. In real high school there would be lots of blondes in miniskirts and everyone would be skiving off their homework to do blow. Wait what point was I trying to make?
My school fails at being cold and distant. It's very warm and inviting, metaphorically. Literally, I freeze my buns off every day going to school. I have to change clothes when I come home because otherwise I would swelter.
Big Bang Theory had a less than Bang beginning. Oh well. I love those nerd. I feel like nerdy boys would be more appreciative of the love of a good woman. Unlike some I could mention.
On the bright side, I am taking mini scones to sell at the show tomorrow. Wheep.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Sick
I am feverishly, mucuusly, disgustingly sick.
So I'm watching Grey's Anatomy, but it only makes my stomach ache more. They're so stupid for people who supposedly passed medical school.
My brother's radio show is playing over the computer speakers at the same time, so the combined noise is giving me a nasty headache. Still, this is the first show of his I've tuned into all of 2009, so I can't turn it off. And there isn't a remote for the TV, so I can't shut off Grey's Anatomy without climbing out of my chair. OK I did it anyway.
A Google search pulled up nothing on "things to do when you're sick," other than blogs by people who are under the weather. I can't actually do anything blogwise, since I only have three posts. I'm too lazy to pick up a real pen and write in my actual journal, so this is kind of cheating. Also the Harry Potter books I eyed from my sick bed are too heavy to read.
I won't gross you out with details of the sinus pressure and phlegm I'm dealing with, but it's pretty sick. I've missed two days of school (though I did go yesterday morning for a math test), and I'm setting myself up for a third tomorrow. I HAVE to be better by Saturday, so I can go to the b'nei mitzvah of my friend's twin siblings. I went to a public middle school with only two Jewish kids, neither one a close friend, so I completely missed out on the fun. Plus, the people throwing this one are apparently sparing no expense on the celebration, so I'm sure it will be something worth seeing. Vitamins and juice are in my future, if I want to get well in a snap!
Plus plenty of coughing stuff up.
On a happier note: I managed to turn in my term paper without visiting the psychiatric ward of Research Medical Center. That's a positive, I guess.
So I'm watching Grey's Anatomy, but it only makes my stomach ache more. They're so stupid for people who supposedly passed medical school.
My brother's radio show is playing over the computer speakers at the same time, so the combined noise is giving me a nasty headache. Still, this is the first show of his I've tuned into all of 2009, so I can't turn it off. And there isn't a remote for the TV, so I can't shut off Grey's Anatomy without climbing out of my chair. OK I did it anyway.
A Google search pulled up nothing on "things to do when you're sick," other than blogs by people who are under the weather. I can't actually do anything blogwise, since I only have three posts. I'm too lazy to pick up a real pen and write in my actual journal, so this is kind of cheating. Also the Harry Potter books I eyed from my sick bed are too heavy to read.
I won't gross you out with details of the sinus pressure and phlegm I'm dealing with, but it's pretty sick. I've missed two days of school (though I did go yesterday morning for a math test), and I'm setting myself up for a third tomorrow. I HAVE to be better by Saturday, so I can go to the b'nei mitzvah of my friend's twin siblings. I went to a public middle school with only two Jewish kids, neither one a close friend, so I completely missed out on the fun. Plus, the people throwing this one are apparently sparing no expense on the celebration, so I'm sure it will be something worth seeing. Vitamins and juice are in my future, if I want to get well in a snap!
Plus plenty of coughing stuff up.
On a happier note: I managed to turn in my term paper without visiting the psychiatric ward of Research Medical Center. That's a positive, I guess.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Term Papers suck
I have four and half more pages to write about the world expositions in France between 1855 and 1900. It's not even interesting anymore. The paper is due tomorrow, the first draft, so it's not like I can pick a new topic. I have no research time left. Eleven library books surround me on the couch. I make up each sentence in my paper, then find a passage in one of the books that supports it. I shuffle the books around so I have a variety of sources. I haven't bothered doing anything on it in three hours. I need to be done by 7 o' clock. And I still have some stupid math homework to finish.
This is the math homework I should have finished at the Math Homework party I went to last Thursday. Why didn't I get the math done? I was making scones. I know they are a crowd-pleaser, and everyone definitely liked them, but my math homework was left woefully incomplete. Crap.
I wish I were more hardworking. I work at some stuff, so people get this impression that I put effort into stuff, but it's not really true.
If this paper had been finished last week, I could have had this entire break to have fun. It's not like I didn't know this a week ago. I actually was tired every day after school. I actually did have homework and meetings and other things on my mind. But...this paper really sucks.
I'm also bummed I didn't get a chance to test for my license on Friday. Hopefully I can get that done later this week.
This is the math homework I should have finished at the Math Homework party I went to last Thursday. Why didn't I get the math done? I was making scones. I know they are a crowd-pleaser, and everyone definitely liked them, but my math homework was left woefully incomplete. Crap.
I wish I were more hardworking. I work at some stuff, so people get this impression that I put effort into stuff, but it's not really true.
If this paper had been finished last week, I could have had this entire break to have fun. It's not like I didn't know this a week ago. I actually was tired every day after school. I actually did have homework and meetings and other things on my mind. But...this paper really sucks.
I'm also bummed I didn't get a chance to test for my license on Friday. Hopefully I can get that done later this week.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Back to blogging, without the drama.
I haven't written a blog since Napoleon Dynamite was quoted more than other words were spoken. Meaning, back in the days when Xanga was hot and I couldn't go a day without posting some fascinating blog about being in the public library or the Apple store with one of my friends. We were cool. At least, we thought we were. Also popular was bashing other people from anonymous identities and pretty much lowering everyone's self-esteem through degrading comments. This became really intolerable for me so I did something very simple that I hadn't considered--deleted the damn thing.
But now I've gotten pretty into the whole "blogosphere" again and I've found numerous pages that have really sucked me in as a reader. I love to write, so I sort of figured I should stop gawking at another man's genius and instead engender a receptacle for my thoughts. Now I'm kind of wondering if I could get vocabulary points from my English teacher for that last sentence. Lame, sorry, but this whole thing is a sort of stream-of-consciousness thing.
Anyway. After a very long time, I finally decided on a title. It honestly took me ages to come up with one, because I am that cool. I wanted something that described me and my situation without being too personal or narcissistic or overly dramatic. I am a Latin geek (pretty much anyone who studies the language is a geek for it; otherwise, they would be doing something else) so I read all the Latin phrases I could find on Wikipedia, and some of them were pretty cool. It was clear, however, that anything I chose from there would sound either pretentious or cheesy. I mean, everything sounds deep when you say it in Latin (ahem..."quidquid Latine dictum sit altum videtur"), which makes me feel too serious. I don't want to come off as terrible uptight or dull. Because if I am dull, I don't want it to be so immediately apparent that just the title of the whole blog gives it away. My other concern was being too wishy-washy, choosing something infinitely cheesy like "amor omnia vincit" which is "love conquers all." Not only do I not whole-heartedly believe that, it makes me sound like some fluffy hormonal teen. Again, I don't want to give myself away too soon.
I settled on "the Scone Age" for a pretty simple reason--my life revolves in part around my favorite coffee shop. I am there every day, either doing homework or just eating and drinking, my two favorite hobbies. I ought to mention that I work at this coffee shop, so I usually get my victuals for free--definitely a factor that shouldn't be overlooked, now that I think about it. The Oak Street Coffee Shop is known locally for its scones, which are easily the best in the city. Soft, sweet pillows of happy warmth that fill you up on a dismally gray morning? Magic! Without these little miracles, the Shop would not be as successful. I can speak of them like I might speak of babies because I bake them at least once a week. The rest of the weeks the owner makes the scones, from scratch first thing in the morning. The last few years of my life, these scones broke the ice in numerous situations. Everybody likes you when you give them something universally delicious, after all, and this little truth proved itself over and over when it came to solidifying friendships and drawing boys to me. The best part is telling a newbie they are eating a scone and watching the confusion then disbelief flash across his or her face. "But...Aren't scones those awful rock things with no flavor?" Yes, or at least they were. A good scone is a horse of a different color, my friends. I think this entry is long enough for the first one. Hopefully there will be more, but I'll take it one day at a time.
But now I've gotten pretty into the whole "blogosphere" again and I've found numerous pages that have really sucked me in as a reader. I love to write, so I sort of figured I should stop gawking at another man's genius and instead engender a receptacle for my thoughts. Now I'm kind of wondering if I could get vocabulary points from my English teacher for that last sentence. Lame, sorry, but this whole thing is a sort of stream-of-consciousness thing.
Anyway. After a very long time, I finally decided on a title. It honestly took me ages to come up with one, because I am that cool. I wanted something that described me and my situation without being too personal or narcissistic or overly dramatic. I am a Latin geek (pretty much anyone who studies the language is a geek for it; otherwise, they would be doing something else) so I read all the Latin phrases I could find on Wikipedia, and some of them were pretty cool. It was clear, however, that anything I chose from there would sound either pretentious or cheesy. I mean, everything sounds deep when you say it in Latin (ahem..."quidquid Latine dictum sit altum videtur"), which makes me feel too serious. I don't want to come off as terrible uptight or dull. Because if I am dull, I don't want it to be so immediately apparent that just the title of the whole blog gives it away. My other concern was being too wishy-washy, choosing something infinitely cheesy like "amor omnia vincit" which is "love conquers all." Not only do I not whole-heartedly believe that, it makes me sound like some fluffy hormonal teen. Again, I don't want to give myself away too soon.
I settled on "the Scone Age" for a pretty simple reason--my life revolves in part around my favorite coffee shop. I am there every day, either doing homework or just eating and drinking, my two favorite hobbies. I ought to mention that I work at this coffee shop, so I usually get my victuals for free--definitely a factor that shouldn't be overlooked, now that I think about it. The Oak Street Coffee Shop is known locally for its scones, which are easily the best in the city. Soft, sweet pillows of happy warmth that fill you up on a dismally gray morning? Magic! Without these little miracles, the Shop would not be as successful. I can speak of them like I might speak of babies because I bake them at least once a week. The rest of the weeks the owner makes the scones, from scratch first thing in the morning. The last few years of my life, these scones broke the ice in numerous situations. Everybody likes you when you give them something universally delicious, after all, and this little truth proved itself over and over when it came to solidifying friendships and drawing boys to me. The best part is telling a newbie they are eating a scone and watching the confusion then disbelief flash across his or her face. "But...Aren't scones those awful rock things with no flavor?" Yes, or at least they were. A good scone is a horse of a different color, my friends. I think this entry is long enough for the first one. Hopefully there will be more, but I'll take it one day at a time.
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