Monthly Archives: October 2008

Maximum Capacity for Awesome!

       Last night was my high school’s first choir concert of the year!  It was also my frst performance with show choir. As nervous as I was, I rocked the concert! Oh, it was so much fun!  I performed two songs with my show choir, one with a select ensemble, one with the women’s ensemble, and four with the whole of Chorale.

       The ending piece was a medly of songs from the Lion King. One of my few complaints with that one is that no body had any energy. That morning, we were told to be moving around a little and smiling.  I mean it’s Lion King for goodness sake! Anyway, I told my dad about that at the afterglow.

          “Well, I saw several people moving; most of them were in the back row.”
          “Yeah! Because we’re tall! There’s more of us!      Maximum capacity for awesome!”

 

 

       I had a bigger group of people that came and saw me than ever before to any of my performances ever.

 

       And today, I actually kind of understood my chemistry class. And I got a lot done in AP English. I’m writing an essay on The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls.  If you haven’t read it yet, I highly reccomend it. Anyway, while we were in the computer lab, I recieved a carnation-gram for sweetest day!! ME.  I’ve never recieved a flower from anyone in my school!  😀                   ……Okay, so it was from one of my good friends, but nevertheless, it made my day!  Besides, she’s kind of one of those people where I’m surprised that she chose to pay to have a flower sent to me of all people, me of all her other friends. (Yes, I know that sentence could have been executed much better, but I couldn’t figure out a better way to phrase it. I’m saving all my powers of perfect sentence structure for my essay)

 

 

Thing to smile about #16:  FINALLY getting the time, chance, and reason to write a real post again!

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Irksome.

Me: “I wish the candidates wouldn’t bash the other person. If there was a candidate that promoted himself without putting down the other one, that would definitely catch my eye and effect my vote.”

Adam: “Unfortunately, not everyone is as mature as you are.”

Me: “Apparently, not even the presidential candidates….”

 

 

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Oh, what memories cleaning your room brings.

       Before we got real brains, my sister and I always thought we were way cooler than we ever were.  So it eventually becomes painfully and awkwardly embarrassing when we look through old notebooks or do a hardcore room-clean.  I’m cleaning out my sister’s stuff from my (new) room and I found a huge stack of notebooks.

       Just now, something fell out of one. I was going to type it up here because it’s about my pets and completely stupid and hilarious if you know who they are and it’s 12:48 am. 

 

       …..But in an even more recent just-now, I realized how absolutely dumb it would be if I posted it here. The key phrase being: “it’s about my pets and completely stupid and hilarious if you know who they are and it’s 12:48 am.”

       Now, the majority of the world’s population does not know who my sister is, and only my immediate family knows my pet history. And it’s more likely than not that no one will read my blog at 12:48 am. Therefore, it won’t be funny or amusing in any sense at all.

 

 

So yeah. Blog fail?

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Warranty?

       I was clearing off my desk when I found a warranty for a pair of headphones I got for my birthday. I skimmed through it to see when it expired but I couldn’t find a date. Instead, I found this:

 

      “This warranty does not cover domestic damage or damage due to acts of God, accident, misue, abuse, negligence, commercial use, or modification of, or any part of the product, including the antenna.”

 

       So, apparently, if God decides to smite my headphones, they won’t fix it! I told my sister and my dad…

 

Dad: “What they mean by ‘acts of God’ are tornadoes, earthquakes, floods, a meteor falling on your house….”

Me: “So out of all my problems because of a meteor falling on my house, I decide to go get my headphones fixed.”
Dad: “You can just see this guy, standing in smoldering ruins saying ‘Heeyyyy, My headphones!'”

 

                  Darn Sony. It’s not my fault if it’s God’s will my headphones are destroyed…

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A Difficult – If Not Impossible – Call.

      “If you want to trace what he said to me back to your self, go right ahead. But you’re wrong. You aren’t responsible for anything that she does.  She’s too dependant on you and you’ve realized that and stepped up to try to meet her needs. Your co-dependancy kicked in and now you still want to help her instead of doing what’s best for both of you: stop talking to each other. You won’t have her pulling you down like that. If you guys did stop talking, I know it’d be difficult for both of you, but she’ll get over and so will you. You aren’t responsible for a single thing she does. It’s not your job to take care of her.  It’s all really petty and pathetic that she just moved into college and she’s got this whole new opportunity and fresh start and she needs to get the bleep away from you.”

       “But I know she’s going to kill herself. I know it. I ……. I’ve talked her back from it three times now…….”

       “Look, she’s either serious about killing herself or she just wants attention. I’m believing more of the latter. She seems like the type who is MANIPULATING YOU for attention!”

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       How do you know if some one is serious or not about suicide and not just talking about it for attention?  When do you know to back off and let them get over being so attached to you and when they’re serious and take action?

       Should you talk to some one every single time they bring up committing suicide regardless if it’s only for attention, just in case? And indulge in your co-dependancy and their needy-ness? Even if you have reason to believe that it’s for attention? How do you know if they’re actually serious?

       Or should you let it go, making the call that they are just being manipulative and will move on eventually? What if you end up being proven wrong?

       What do you do in a manipulative relationship when the other person threatens to commit suicide? How do you get out of that?

 

 

What the heck are you supposed to do?

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Taking the Bus.

       Taking the bus is nothing to be proud of. It is the equivalent of riding a tricycle when everyone else rides a bicycle. It is the equivalent of wearing a diaper instead of graduating to being toilet trained. It is the symbol of awkwardness and social ineptitude. 

 

 

 

Thing to smile about #15: Finding out that I already have segment two of driver’s education paid for, and all I have to do is schedule it.

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