So...it's the last month of my Junior year of high school. Not very pleased about it actually. Very little to look forward to for quite a long while.
So here's what's going on in May that will probably end in my death:
--All my final tests. Hardcore finals in all classes but one (English).
--Last DBQ (Document-Based Question) in US History, and last quiz
--Final project in History (due dat unknown)
--Final project in Spanish (due May 9)
--Final project/assign
--Final project/lab in Biology HL (due date unknown)
--AP Calculus AB Exam=rape me (May 7)
--AP US History Exam=possible rape me, possible okayness (May 9)
--AP English Language Exam=probable pwnage with my essay-writing l33t skillz (May 14)
--Poetry readings and portaits for friends on my "free time" (lol)
--Probably other stuff not assigned yet -_-''''
For those who don't know, AP Exams are giant tests of doom that rape you in the ass for college credits. Based on the score you get (1-5, 3 being the passing grade), most colleges will consider it as having taken the class and you can skip basically your whole freshman year at a university. Crazziness. However, sometimes they take it if you pass, sometimes you have to rape it harcore for it to matter to them.
Basically, what all this means, is that I'm quite busy for a while. I might not be on as much as I usually am, what with the major studying and such.
Also, my mood has been testy lately since my grades are dropping a little and I'm running out of time to get them back up. Right now I have two A's (Spanish and Psychology) and four B's (English, Biology, Calculus, US History), which may not seem bad but my goal was four A's and two B's. I might be able to barely manage that, or at least to bring one of the up to an A. Fucking Bio. teacher keeps docking points for nothing, so I'm on the edge of a C for nothing at all. Asshole.
Anyways...
If I'm not on, I'm reviewing the differences between Madison's and Jefferson's administration
See ya eventually.
So I'm thinking of sending in a secret to Post Secret (see www.postsecret
A little while back I actually wrote a secret of mine on a dollar bill and spent at the student store. I kinda like the idea. I just hope that someone reads it and understands what it means.
(I'm really not depressed at all, by the way, since I kinda sound like it :P I found my old Star Fox 64 game which makes me smile insanely, and anyone who's ever played it will agree with its awesomeness :D)
But besides all that,
So I tried out for my first play today--Arthur Miller's The Crucible. No idea if I'll be in it yet, I didn't even get to read lines for the characters I signed up for (Elizabeth Proctor, Rebecca Nurse, and Mrs. Putnam--didn't want to be too daring). I read for Mary Warren's couple lines in the beginning and that's it. But it was fun anyways. I'll see this morning if I made callbacks.
Sadly, literally right before leaving to go to auditions, I got after-school work for nothing in my 6th period. Bastard...he hates cell phones so much that if it's on at all he'd rather take it away for good, but they told him he couldn't do that anymore...*sig
Anyways...I've had a major lack in creativity lately with all the testing and the essays going on, and it'll only be worse from now on, especially in April, where we literally have testing every day except two fridays. Bleh....
But I'm late for school, so I'd best be off. Hopefully you'll see a new poem up or something in the next few days/week or two.
Cheers and beers, mates (^,~)
So, yeah, Valentine's Day...
This is the first time I've actually had someone to do something with. There was nothing really special. It was just simplicity. I was sick and she was busy, but we managed a small cheap but sentimental present (a real pearl in an oyster, courtesy of me) and a massage, and dinner like we usually do.
I've never hated Valentine's Day, honestly. I always thought it was kinda pointless as far as shool goes, and I think it's a horrible idea to force elementary kids to give Valentines to everyone in the class. But I don't think huge flamboyant public displays are called for. That does piss me off. Show offs, suck-ups, lousy lays, shallow people, rich assholes. That's what shows through Valentine's Day. My idea of perfection is the day off from life, laying at home with simple snacks, some liquor, and a good movie. Just a day for just us relatively alone for once would be nice.
Yeah, that'd be great :)
Happy Valentine's Day to the hopeful singles out there. Be happy, mates.
So, today after second period I had to go home for the fact that I basically could hardly speak or breathe my throat hurt so bad. Not to mention my headache (I don't usually get headaches, and when I do....well, they're bad). I waited for a full hour before my step-mother came to get me. As I was leaving, hobbling on outside with a hand clapped to my forehead like an idiot, this other girl that had been in the health office told me that she hopes I feel better and smiled.
It always makes me feel better knowing that at least one person still has a heart for strangers. Love and peace to whoever you are.
So today we got to see GEORGE CARLIN! In person! In our own town! Crazy madness, it is! I have no idea why the hell he'd want to come out here at all, really I don't, but it's still fucking awesome.
It made me sad though, to realize that he's just turned 70 years old. All my favorite people are either dead or about ready to die. It sucks, really.
But yeah, he was hilarious. He had some guy start for him named Something Blaire, and he was pretty damn funny too. All in all, a decent day. But lots of homework so I can't stay too long. Just thought I'd put up a normal chillaxed diary entry for once :)
Love and peace.
I exploded in Spanish today. For no reason. Danny (a guy that I secrety hate and wish to hurt, but I woudn't tell his best friend that) ran into me during a stupid pointless activity, probably actually by accident, but the way he didn't care anooyed me, so I threw the chalk down, slammed my hand on the chalkboard to erase what I wrote and smacked him hard in the back of the head shoting "Stop being a fucking asshole!"....l
This anger thing is getting worse. And it bothers me. It didn't use to much, when my anger was generally logical, but to burst out swearing and shouting for a little bump is not logical. I'm losing it. I can feel it in the pit of my stomach, aching. I wish I knew how to stop it. I wish I knew if someone could help me.
I need help.
Things I'm Thankful For:
1. My perfect girlfriend that makes me feel very patient sometimes XP
2. My amazing friends who are just too complicated and quirky to describe
3. The people I've met on here, expecially people like Squee, Shining Light, Akayume, Cat-chan, and eveyone else. Love (and extreme rape where applicable) for you all! >:D
4. Elftown, for being the most amazing site ever, and for bringing out my best writing skills which inspired me to now become an English Lit Major/Professo
5. Stephen King for being alive and as crazy as he is--don't die before I meet you, you bastard!
6. Great Britan as a whole for multiple reasons, but especially Ireland, land of me fathers :D -- and Owlie <3 Wales (which is a country, btw).........(the irony of this particular number cracks me up a few minutes after writing it XD)
7. Canada for being Canadian and ignored entirely by everyone else, and for spelling correctly by ignoring Americans.
8. Nighttime, and sleep, which I'm off to do, so...
Happy Thanksgiving, Americans, be bloody grateful! XD
I guess I'm being punished. For what, I'm not certain, but I can't think of a better explanation.
I feel empty now. I've never felt such a true apathy before, and it hurts. I can't smile or lie or cry or anything at all really. I don't know what to think or what to say. It seems I just wasn't meant to trust people.
Funny. Just a couple days after I finally believed, here comes mistrust to ruin it all over again. And all I can feel is the self-loathing. Because it's always me that's in the wrong.
Because my own blame and hate are the only things I can control anymore.
So I guess nobody cares enough to even possibly glance at the two entries below this? I realized that no one ever really talks to me of their own will any more. Kinda of depressing, really, and disappointing.
I'd say I'm sorry but I'm feeling too much like wenting at the moment about absolutely nothing right now, not to mention it'd feel like lying. Seriously, it'd be nice to have a comment every now and then, just on anything at all, even a simple "How are you?" would suffice. Just a few little words to reassure me that I'm not a complete fuck-up loner in life that no one cares about and stop me from thinking these thoughts.
Nevermind. Forget what I said.
It's not like you'll read this anyways.
"Los Angeles County fire officials announced that several Malibu neighborhoods were being evacuated today, and local school district leaders canceled Monday classes at five public schools near the fire.
Elsewhere, fire officials said that the Agua Dulce fire has exploded in the Canyon Country area. They have ordered evacuations of 800 homes and say that evacuation centers have been set up at Quartz Hill High School and Saugus High School."
That means that we might not have school tomorrow :D Which would be awesome, since it's also me and my girlfriend's anniversary tomorrow. Though I do feel bad for the people being evacuated. We've been lucky enough to not have to (yet) but we almost have before, and it's not fun. Damn our severe winds and low humidity >:(
This is an excerpt of what may possibly be in my "novel" I'm writing this November. It was a prompt ("muddy boots") on one of the boards on the site. Came out rather nice, methinks, and longer than I thought at about 680 words. Comments please!! (I don't think anyone will, but it'd be awfully nice...please.
They talk about the simple things: plants growing, babies smiling and waving, the weather and the dirtying of the pool out back. Nobody even attempts to mention it, except her. "I wonder why she has to go back to the doctor? I mean, anything they find is small potatoes compared to..." So close, yet she doesn't say it. The rest ignore the mentioning, or at least ignore it enough to not be noticed by others and therefore compelling them to acknowledge the thoughts. That train of thought runs rampant and out of control through each of our minds, destroying everything that gets in its way yet still the words come empty. We sit on the patio, discussing golf and swimming and the new bike, about driving lessons and physical therapy, about the baby to be expected in the following months.
But no one, not even she, mentions the cancer.
Guess whaaaaaaaaaat?
Tis almost Owlie's birthday!! (^,^)
Owlie's turning 16 this year, on Tuesday actually (the 4th). Quite a few of you are probably surprised at my age, since most of me buddies here apparently thought I was at least 17-20 :P Flattering, if rather incorrect.
Things have been rather busy around here lately, not to mention aggravating and angsty, but it seems that the storm clouds blew over and things are alright mostly now.
Also, I may be going to England and Scotland this summer! :D So anyone who lives around there should come hang out with us, cause we're awesome lulz. Not really...but seriously, come chillax with us peeps in London XD omg craziness
So anyways, those are the biggest things going on mostly. I'll be on very little tomorrow, and maybe Monday, and Tuesday......w
Owlie--out!
Well, school has started once again, and already I'm getting plenty of homework. I have about three chapters of reading plus an outline for at least one of them, an essay to write, daily math hw (no surprise there though), and random other silly things. Fun fun. I have a very full schedulre this year, so I'll be plenty busy.
My classes (in order):
- Psychology
- Biology HL/1
- AP US History (a LOT of reading here)
- Mathematics HL/1 (aka Calculus)
- AP English Lang. and Comp.
- Spanish HL/1 (aka Spanish 3 IB)
No breaks in between those really as far as an "easy" class goes. Psych. and Bio. aren't that bad, but the rest are a bit stressful.
I'll still be on fairly often, but don't expect to see me 24/7.
Homework time :) Catch ya later, y'all!
Why must endings in all the stories be happy, and all the endings to life be so sad? Why are there two such extremes, and never something to divide them? Endings can never be eaither happy or sad. Endings are determined by the choices we make--not the little choices, but the big ones in life. Endings can be changed; all life can be changed if one wills it to differ from it's original directions.
The only endings there truly are are the right and the wrong. Fate will not extend her arms toward any single person to change her plans. Only we can set things straight to set up for things to be right in the end. It is our duty as humans to push the plans aside in favor of all others.
This is what defines us.
Just to let everyone know (and sory for the short notice) but I won't be on much if at all for the next two weeks. We're going for a drive up the coast all the way to Oregon to visit my grandparents. I might have some internet access for the first week, but probably not for the second week. To my RP: go on ahead without me if you'd like, though not too far. To Moira: I'll try to beta as much as I can while I'm up there :) To everyone else: Love you all and hope I talk to y'all soon.
Love and peace, mates!
(~,^) Owlie--out! (^,~)
I write this diary in memory of Eddie, my computer. He died this morning on June 24 when I came home. He will be sorely missed. We had some good times and frustrating times, but he always pulled through.
A song in prayer:
"Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes--here he lies, no one knew his worth, the late provider of my network--on these nights when we celebrate his birth...in that company called E-Machines, the day he crashed, when his screen flashed: Controooool Alt. Deleeeeete."
XP Ah, I have no life. If you don't know what that little song is from, it's my own version of the intro to RENT's popular "La Vie Boheme" song (^,^) I thought of it randomly.
Eddie, I'll love you always. No one stored my por--*ahem*--i
<3 R.I.P. <3