I Got An Education

....But not at school.
I'm so hungry! And we ran out of PopTarts and Chewy granola bars and fruit rolls and fruit juice snacks and other junky junk foods, so for breakfast I had part of a bagel and a banana. And for lunch next period, I can look forward to the rest of that half a bagel, HunnyNutCheery!O's, and a Tricks yogurt.
I want Halloween to hurry up, already. I have to remember to ask my parents if I can have a Halloween party this year, in lieu of a gingerbread house decorating party, which used to be like an annual event. I want to have my friends over in costume. We'll hang out and maybe carve pumpkins or something, and then we'll go trick-or-treating, and then we'll come home and watch a scary movie like the Blair Witch Project. I wonder if Halloween is on a Friday or Saturday. Maybe I could have a sleepover...but then again, I might have a game on the next day. I'll see about it.
I know that kind of sounds childish and stuff, but we could even have my little sister tag along and so we would get babysitter status. Besides, I never really had a lot of friends to share Halloween with because the few friends I had lived in other neighborhoods.
I figured out a way to do my makeup so I look very pale with shadows under my eyes. I'm going to be a grim reaper, and I'm gonna cover up an old hockey stick with black and silver paint to be my scythe. And then all I will need is a really cool black cloak.
We are going to take a biology test now! I super-hate tests. I had to take a test in AcaDec today and I'm pretty sure I failed because I didn't read the chapters I was supposed to, and guess what? The test was on those specific chapters. So today, I'm going to have to do some major reading and revising of notes and stuff like that. I want to be a starter this year.
Speaking of which, our coach got us a scrimmage this weekend! But it's at 7 in the morning and it's an hour away and we have to be there about an hour early. That means I have to get up at around 4. That part of it sucks.
But at least we have a game, and at least I'm doing well. I'm getting stronger and my shots have improved a lot. Plus, I'm so tall that I can check other people very much easier than last year. And we might be going up against some of the traitors that left our rink a while ago.
That's the way it goes at our rink. We find some decent players, get them on a team, improve their skills, and then they move on and we have to find other people. It sucks, but that's the way it is.
Bored. Hungry. Tired. Bored. Did I mention bored?
Whatever. I finished my test early. I usually do. My grade might be absolutely awesome, or it might not be so good, but I almost always finish the test early. And at our school, early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable. So technically early is unacceptable too...?
Okay, I'm gonna shut up now. I'm pretty sure I got 10 out of 10 on the test plus the bonus questions, so I might even be able to get my B up to an A!
Here I come, Ivy League!

Yay For Inanimate Objects!

Hurray!
I was putting the computer to sleep and then it wouldn’t turn back on and then I turned it off and so I thought I lost the document. But I didn’t!
And here I was, about to rage about my hatred for certain inanimate objects.

Happy Depressing Hour!

I am not tired and I should be. I totally should be tired right now.
It’s ten thirty. Why am I not tired?
Could it possibly be related to the fact that I had three sodas today? I am such a pig. I knew I shouldn’t have had that one at Togo’s. But I wanted the chips, and it was a combo deal… So I got a root beer with Pepsi and Dr Pepper added.
I’m listening to the radio. I found a new station. It’s great, although a little fuzzy. But it’s the kind of music I like.
Oh, this ad is so horribly unrealistic. Yeah, yeah, I’m so sure that every guy is gonna rush to buy diamond earrings for his girlfriend upon hearing it.
Uh-oh.
Note to self: do not mention boys unless you want to spiral down a lonely, hate-filled path. Did I mention my favorite lyrics are the chorus to “Ready, Aim, Misfire” by New Years Day? Yeah, they are. If you look up the lyrics, you will understand. Put it this way—I have crushed on somewhere between seventeen and twenty guys. One became my boyfriend. The most I ever got was a hug. No kissing, no holding hands, no dating. I’ve become fairly depressed in regards to my love life.
And I would be more optimistic about getting a boyfriend this year, except that the guys at school…well, I won’t say anything against them. I’m just not that interested in anybody at school. I might say yes to certain people, but I’m not going out to get any one of them. And the guys at hockey…there’s only one I can think of, or actually two, that would even have the slightest possibility of asking me out and I don’t like one of them and the other one is not only kind of the quiet type but, I dunno, it seems like guys who play hockey don’t date girls on the same team.
I wish.
And I’m talking about this while a racy discussion is going on behind me. I’m all alone in the house (well, technically the other 3 people are here, just asleep), and so apparently the DJs discuss *ahem* questionable topics. I don’t suppose this is illegal, but still. It’s annoying to have to listen to all of this…there is no word to describe all of this. Apparently these two DJs give out advice on this stuff.
I’m ignoring it as much as possible until the music comes back on.
Now I’m going to explain why this says I posted it in the morning. I wrote it at night when I have no internet access. I typed it up on Word and then I pasted it onto the blog. I wish I could be like my friend Odd Becca and just stay up all night on the internet but you know, some people don’t have entire downstairs apartments to themselves with an extra computer that has internet access at all hours. My parents check on me.
It sucks. Thanks for your concern.
Oh, and now there’s this dude who is addicted to painkillers talking to them. Apparently his friend broke a leg and then gave him the extra painkillers, and then when he had an operation it somehow activated this addiction…uh I don’t quite understand the situation.
But whatever. I wish I could draw, but I don’t want to risk turning on my lamp because my mom is sick and might get up in the middle of the night, and my dad is sleeping in the living room, which my room is right next to. So I suppose I’ll go to sleep.
……..So much for that. I am super bored. Super bored. Super super super super bored. La lalalala lala lla lalal a lalla lalla la ala mode ice cream pie yum dessert oh candy…
Oops, I shouldn’t have had that third soda. We’re back where we started. My tragic love life…T.T
And what makes it even more tragic is that I’m addicted to shojo manga, so I read all these wonderful stories about girls and guys living happily ever after. Ah, whatever the heck. Whatever. Gyaaaugh. Blooomf. Sheeeargy. Booooooooonk. Igglewimpfuly.
For those who know me, you know this affliction that plagues me. “Imaginationitis”.
Caused by an excess amount of imagination, boredom, and creative outlets combined. Incurable. Diagnosed by the making up of unreal words.
Oh excellent! Music!
Goddamn. It was just the lead-in for back to the racy panel.
Whatever. I’m going to try and go to sleep.

Overdue Punctuality

Oh what the hecky...

La lala ala mode ice cream pie...

....Can you tell that I am bored and hungry? Well, I am. I'm in biology. Fun. We have not done any labs. We are getting our second chapter test tomorrow. Our second chapter test, tomorrow, will be on chapter two. Tomorrow we will be doing the chapter two test.

Now it's after lunch and I am in journalism class, where I will shortly be required to close down my laptop yet again. *sigh*

Farewell.

I Am Not A Starving Artist

I make contradictory titles.

Anyway, has anybody noticed that in practically every blog I mention food or being hungry?

Well, I do. And this is not because I don't eat a lot or I eat way too much. I eat lunch, breakfast, dinner, and snacks. I eat about as much as the average teenager. But I'm still very hungry during school.

I think I'm addicted to junk food. I need to break this habit for my health. But I love it so...

Whatever. I gotta get some water cuz I'm thirstier than I am hungry for once and there's someone at the door so, like my kitty, I must investigate. Also, it's late o'clock at night.

Bye!

Creative Sheep

Hello hello hello!!!

Sup.

So, I read Odd and now I'm all fired up about our anime/manga/comics club. We will fund raise for the majority of our money. We'll have our own prez, vice prez, and treasurer. We can meet on Fridays either after school or during lunch in Room Ten (I think that's the one that isn't being used) and go to conventions. We can rent 15-passenger vans or have parents carpool us to the conventions. We'll make our own T-shirts. The club will have several objectives: reading and discussing manga and anime, creating and producing manga and anime, and sharing manga and anime with the community. We'll have an art showcase and festival twice a school year. Eventually, we should be able to get our own artists' table at the conventions.

We will have about 25 members, I think. Me and all my friends, plus a few kinda-friends (that's the thing with our school--there are pretty much your friends and your kinda-friends and that's all we have room for) and some other people who we don't know about. We'll elect the officers at the first meeting. We'll have one of the teachers to mentor us. (Oh, Ms. S has those manga chibis in her room on her bulletin board. I know many among us could be more pleased with her, but she might know something about art. Other than that, Ms. W. )

We'll have sign-up sheets to go to the conventions so we know who is going. We can handle it outside of school so we won't need permission slips. I think the cost per person, counting transportation and food and tickets but not souvenirs would be about 35 dollars. That's doable for mostly everyone at our school. And then you'd have to bring your own money for souvenirs. At the meetings before the conventions, we would also have one or two people responsible for collecting all the contest entries and decide on the time we leave and the time we get there.

We can each create our own T-shirts that have to say the name of the club on the front left, but whatever on the back. Chibis, slogans, whatever. We can give each other comissions, too, and the more experienced artists could even hold manga seminars every month during club meetings.

The club's objectives would be reading/watching/dicussing/producing/sharing manga, anime, and comics. We'd each pitch in and fund-raise to pay for the subscription of at least 3 magazines--one shojo magazine, Shonen Jump, and maybe a seinen one (although I have no idea what seinen manga acutally is...). We'd have one manga and anime that we would follow from each category, to be voted on during meetings. Then we'd discuss it and study different styles and history of manga/anime. I happen to have an incredibly remarkable book that contains great secrets about how to make great manga. It emphasizes working on art in general, and creating your own style, and also has production tips. We would eventually have our own website, hopefully linked to the school's website.

And then there's our school's manga/anime/comics festival. Our club would run it, and it would involve seminars by our artists/editors/fans, plus stalls where our crafts (handmade posters, T-shirts, buttons, plushies, hats, etc.) would be sold (50% benefits to our school) and also hopefully a cosplay and art contest. We'd have to work closely with our activities directors, but I think we could basically run the whole show.

Our long-term objectives would be to have festivals/showcases at least once a year, have at least one group trip to an anime convention, produce our own art and manga each year to enter in various contests, and collect our own archives of manga and anime.

I also think we should start talking to kids at our school to see how many people would be interested, get them involved with drawing up a plan during lunch, and then taking that plan to our mentor teacher and Mr. H. When/if they agree, we would compile our objectives and ideas into one or two handouts and then hold an introductory meeting during lunch time. During that time, we would sign people up for the club, vote for our officers, and explain/decide on pretty much everything we're going to do over the year.

I am totally going nuts with this. I'm gonna have to look over this post and take notes, and then take it to my room where I will spend a lot of time under the covers working on a decent explanatory document.

Whatever. We begin our crusade tomorrow.

Revision: we begin our project tomorrow. The crusades were horrible times. People basically went to war over what religion you belonged to and who got the right to the Holy Land.

So, my friends, whether you read this or not, we're starting tomorrow. Be prepared to talk to a lot of people, students as well as teachers (or the other way around) and be prepared to have me boss you around. Bikachu, let's just keep tossing this idea back and forth, adding to it.

What do you think?

Military Intelligence

I'm being a responsible student.

I stayed up late last night to finish my homework (which I failed to do), take a shower (which succeeded in giving me a bad hair day today) and eat my ice cream (which was delicious). I went to bed at an unreasonable hour (eleven thirty, which is early for me) and got up at seven twenty-five to get to a school that starts at eight (and so I made it on time, just barely).

And when I get home today, I have to eat a snack, clean the kitty litterboxes, and go to practice. My shot sucks horribly, and I need to practice, but I am a Master Procrastinator. And I'm afraid of failure. And I'm forgetful. And it's all my fault.

Our speech teacher is a little out there. In our workbook, OH MY GOD. SORRY. SUDDEN UPDATE. OUR BIO TEACHER JUST CALLED CARBON A PROSTITUTE ATOM. BECAUSE IT CAN BOND WITH ANY OTHER TYPE OF ATOM.

Oh, this is serious shit. I mean, yeah, they said they were gonna treat us like adults, but that's too much for many high school boys to handle in the classroom. Thank goodness there are only two of them in the room.

Sad, isn't it? There are twice as many girls as boys in the school. This may cause problems.

Which is why I turn to the ice rink for boyfriend material. Shame there isn't much.

Anyway, our speech teacher is trying to build our self-esteem and self-confidence before we start public speaking. Whatever. I'm not happy with myself because I know I should be improving myself and I'm not, but I am reasonably confident about not only my speaking abilities but my other abilities too. I know what I am capable of in life and right now.

But he's got the right idea. At least it's not all happy-feely like this one shit program the district threw out called "Get Along Together" or some idiotic title along those lines.

It was ridiculous. We were expected to write down some "I" sentences. Such as, "I feel angry when you call me a bitch. It makes me angry because I don't deserve to be called a bitch by such an asshole. Please don't call me names anymore."

Oh. My. Dog!!!!!!

Just kidding, I don't have a dog. Wish I did...but I love my cats too. I want fishies in a tank. My snake died. So did a bird that flew into our house and tried to go out the sliding glass door when it was shut.

My little sister is going overboard planning for Halloween. She's been nagging me for the past week. Today is the first day of effin' September. She should back off, particularly when I am in a bad mood.

Ah, damn, I broke my student ID again. Well, I fixed it easily using the same piece of tape, but it's the second month of school and it's broken twice. Plus, it's tacky and now I have to punch a hole in the tape.

This morning, I suffered through a test on a Tale of Two Cities. One test for every chapter. It was group work. Our group Does Not Play Well With Others. So we all basically did it on our own. I mean, it wasn't a real test. It was more like a study sheet in test form. But I'm still trying to catch up on the reading and it doesn't help now that she also wants us to read SparkNotes and the DemiDec reading guide and then fill out these tests.

But at least I'm getting an A in the class. I'm averaging a B in all my other classes because I'm not used to working. Once I get adjusted to the work, I might get somewhere around a low A.

So then, my school life is going to start working out, my social life is partly dead and partly thriving, my art life is kind of stuck, and my hockey life is not going so great. Very whatever nothing.

La, la la la. zI amz tizzredz azzndzz huzzznzgryzz.

YYYaaaawwwwwnnnn IIII aaammm sssuuupppeeerrr ttttiirreeddd aaannnd bbboorreeeedd.

Another thing I learned from the speech workbook is that we are bored when someone talks a lot not because the subject is boring, but because we think faster than we listen. Like, an whole lot faster than we hear anything.

I wonder how much longer until lunch. Oh. Forty minutes or so. #$&%*&$%*. [CENSORED]

I want food. I want to get out of this room. I want to curl up with my stereo on talking to a boyfriend on instant message and working on a manga or a story and then go outside to the rink and take shots. I miss my imaginary life...

And so, I work to begin my new awesome life!!!

......HUNGRY!!!!!!

Awesomely Awesome Awesomeness

Guess what I did this weekend?

Never mind, I'll tell you.

I rolled out of bed at eleven or so. I grabbed about ten waffles and wolfed them down with with either syrup, cane sugar, or butter. Then I got my skates and waited near the front door for about half an hour until my mom stopped talking to my dad about what to do while she was gone and when my sister's friend was going home and we finally went to the rink.

And I'm now friends with Riley!!!!

Oh happy day, I got to hang out at the rink basically all day yesterday and with Caitlin and Riley and without Rick and Ricky and the other assholes that plague my life.

And now I am sitting happily outside the school eating Rolos and Gobstoppers and conversing with my friends about the joys of Harry Potter fan fiction and boys. There's a lovely breeze and we are sitting in the shade and I sent Taylor a strongly worded message. I'm so happy!

Ah, I love life.

And I expect in my next entry I'll be complaining. I do that a lot. I'm rather extreme and I'm a hotheaded person. That's not a good combination. Oh yeah, and I have a temper "problem".

What can I say? I play a violent sport, I whack my friends when I get "mad" at them, and when I was two years old I spent hours stabbing an old cardboard box with a nail.

Yes, I'm weird. Yes, I admit it. Yes, I'm listening to Green Day.

And yes, I'm going to stop blogging now so I can play a game where I can blow things up.

May the force be with you.

Outside In

Well, I'm back from practice.

I've discovered that hitting is a lot funner when you're tall. I am the third tallest kid on the team, not counting the goalie who is six feet something. So when people on my team run into me, they mostly just fall down.

This is especially hilarious considering that last season, I was one of the smallest kids and the worst hitter on the team. I was pretty scared of even talking to most of my teammates, who were eons ahead of me and therefore shining and untouchable.

Our team is going to be decent this year. One of our best players betrayed the rink and went to another team, apparently so he could play with higher level people. Load of bullsh*t, man. Our team would have rocked if he'd played here. We'll do okay, but we should have gotten him. I'm still trying to locate him so I can execute the necessary punishment procedure (ie, chewing him out and then making him feel guilty as hell).

But anyway, I just finished my biology, journalism, and Academic Decathlon homework. I sure hope I didn't have any for English...

But I'll worry about it later.

Tomorrow, homies!

Right Side Left

Okay then.

Well, school is ending soon, and I'm all alone in library.

Scratch that, I'm with one friend and an iPod in the library. That's what I call improvement. The only other thing that would be nice is Taylor, or pizza, soda and candy, or both if possible.

Oh well, I can dream.

It's weird to be alone in a school right before it lets out. You can hear the noise level slowly increasing, and the teachers are too tired to care. Some kids are already out of class and wandering rampant, wreaking minor havoc. So there's noise echoing through the halls, and then there's the awesome rock song playing in my right ear.

As usual, I came up with something totally random to write about, and it was not at all what I intended to.

In five minutes, I will join the stampede down the stairs, and blink when the afternoon sun hits my eyes. Then I'll scan the tiny parking lot for my dad or mom, and ignore them if/when I see them. I'll continue talking to my friends until one of us leaves. My other friends will wave overnethusiastically, and I will join. Eventually, whichever parent has drawn the duty of picking me up ---Hey! The music disappeared!!!! WTF????

Heh. Sorry, I do that sometimes. And now I'm not going to go back and delete what I just wrote, because it goes against my nature. Once I am on a detour, I stay firmly on that detour and see where it takes me. Hopefully if I'm lost, it'll take me back to where I started, but as I discovered while in San Diego, that doesn't usually happen.

One minute to go...there's the bell. Bye, my loyal readers. All zero of you.

May the force be with you!

The Downside Of Up

So here I am in my second week of Hi! School.

Aren't you so proud of me?

I know, I know. I'm not either.

My name is Emily. I live in the middle of nowhere, in California if that gets you anywhere. I can't wait to leave.

I'm basically an ordinary teenager with ordinary teenage problems that I think are the end of the world. (I'm being sarcastic. I'm not normal.)

So this morning, I wake up and roll out of bed, find some clothes that are tolerably clean, and head off for eight-and-a-half hours of mental duress. I meet up with my friends and we head off to our many misadventures in our miscellanious (I probably misspelled that) classes together. We trudge through several mundane lectures about biology and Charles Dickens (take off the "ens" 'cuz apparently he left his wife for a younger woman) before arriving at lunch. I forget that I brought yogurt, because I am happily scrolling down through miles of Word documents that I wrote.

After lunch comes more of the same. We take notes, we fall asleep, we wake up right before the teacher yells at us. Well, actually, they don't yell yet. It's still the beginning of the year and everyone's mellow.

And now, I'm sitting here blogging instead of completing my homework like they recommend. Oh, well. I'll just finish it at the rink tonight.

One of my friends is reading over my shoulder, I don't know why but he's laughing now so I guess it's not for purposes of destruction.

I guess I should be working, but this is writing, so maybe it could be like an extra-credit English project? Probably not, but I can hope just the same. And I really do need to work on some certain things, but that's not exactly easy when all the things I need to practice involve a large stick, which is probably classified as a "dangerous weapon" and therefore banned from school.

Which I think is stupid. How many times have you been cut by a knife? Hopefully not many. How many times have you been cut by paper?

Exactly my point.

I'll make an entry in this blog as often as my mundane life permits (a lot, then). Until next time, I am faithfully,

The Cookie Monster On Ice, etc. etc.