Over-caffeinated and Sleep Deprived

Currently Listening: Midsummer Night's Dream - Noe Venable

I always hate when books come out that are based off of the movie, that was based off of the book, the same book. Only, they made a new, movie-tie in version, so people wouldn't watch the movie and then read the book and say "Oh, that was nothing like the movie."

Seriously. People do this.

My class finally registered our classes for next year.

I (hopefully) will be taking:

For Core Classes:
-Honors History, Duel Enrolment, 201
-Pre-Calculus
-Honors English 11
-Physics

For Electives:
-Calculus (Because I'm an over achiever -cough-)
-Creative Writing One (Because I'm the president and I have to.*)
-Photography (Because they didn't offer Art 3)
-Business Teck Applications (Because I need this to graduate**)

For the (pointless***) 45min. Block:
-Art and Painting
-World Geology

So, classes. I was disappointed, somewhat, because I was counting on taking Business Teck as a short block, like I took Health the first semester of this year. I've already taken my Physical Education, Foreign Language, and Health classes that I'm required to take. Business Teck, aside from core classes, is the last one I can cross from my list.

I have way more Art credits than I need, but I like having Art sometime during the day, because for the most part it is stress free. However, when I got my little pink sheet today, I was surprised to find that Art 3 was not listed, when I clearly remember that last year they offered four different art classes. When I spoke to my art teacher about this, she was appalled, especially when I told her that i signed up for photography because of this.

She said, "Well, no wonder she (referring to the photography teacher) has so many people sign up for her class, when they don't even offer mine!"

So she called up to the office, but I don't think that it helped anything.

I don't mind taking photography. I mind paying for an expensive camera that I will not be able to use outside of school. I also mind having to listen to someone demand that I do certain things with that camera. The expensive one that I paid for.

It bothers me.

Anyway, so the National Junior Honor Society induction ceremony is tomorrow. I declined to be in it. You need so many hours of community service, and I just do not feel up to it. So, I made the decision to do it next year, maybe. Probably not, but my first block class is attending anyway. So even though I'm not going to be in it, I must still watch the long, drawn out, process of handing out sheets of paper.

Have you ever noticed that? Graduation, Honors Ceremonies, Award Handouts, they are all just long drawn out paper handout sessions. Maybe it's just me.

I really hope that my future employer doesn't find this and think that I'm one of those people who hate ceremonies. because I'm not. I love them. People are not supposed to talk during them, and I can sit there and write, or doodle, or whatever, while whoever receives their paper.

(On a side note, I figured out today, that the only reason I want to graduate with honors is because of the gold tassel. When i graduate in 2013, I'll probably just sit in my chair and play with it until they call my name.)

While I'm on the subject of graduation.....

My school made an announcement for the Seniors a few days ago. Apparently, they have to buy a graduation robe. Now, in my strange weird mind, I thought, "Well, what about the people who make their own robes? they still get to walk, right?"

I voiced these questions to my Mother, who immediately said this"

"They are trying to make them donate them after they graduate." (Because when she was in school, they could rent robes for graduation for a fee, and then return them after the event)

Me: "Even though they paid for them?"

Mom: "Yes, it's ridiculous."

This is when my grandmother decided to join in on the conversation.

Grandma: "Well, it makes sense, what will they do with them?"

Me: -ponders this-

Mom: -getting peeved- "It doesn't matter, they paid for them, and the school is trying to say that unless they donate then, they will not receive their diploma."****

Me: "They could burn them."

Mom + Grandma: "........."

Me: Continues. "They could burn them. When I graduate, I think I'll burn mine. A sort of celebration thing. Maybe I could get a few friends together, and we can go to the beach in the late evening, throw our robes in a pile, set them on fire, and roast marshmallows while the sun goes down. Then, when it gets dark, we could all dance like wild things and scream and shout into the gulf that our school days are over."

Mom + Grandma: ".........."

Me: "That would be nice."

My mom changed the subject after that.

I must apologise, my grammar is not so good today. I do not know why.


*Creative Writing One is actually a "Club", and currently, I'm the vice president. The president is a senior, and will be graduating this year. So next year, I will be the president.

**My School has a list of required electives that a student must take for his or her diploma type. Then there classes that a student must take simply to graduate. They need a credit for: Business Teck, P.E, Health, and Art 0. For honors classes, they need an additional two credits in Freign Language, plus all of the honors courses.

***As of last year, Mobile County Public School System has decided to screw around with everyone. originally, we had four classes everyday. Each lasting about two hours give or take a few minutes, with additional time to third block, because that was when everyone went to lunch. then, the school system took off ten minutes from the end of each class to create 'The 45 minute Block' which lasts for forty-five minutes. This is a class that counts as a half-credit, that they placed in the middle of the day, just to screw with us. Forty-five minutes is not enough time to do anything important, but it is to long to sit idle and twiddle out thumbs.

****At graduation, students are not handed their actual diploma, just a rolled up piece of paper. they have to go back to the school a few days later to get them. the school thinks that this will keep the people who are graduating from doing anything stupid. Most of the time, it doesn't work.

The Fake Rocks Are Takeing Over!

I don't know if anyone remembers my post about the Renaissance Fare from this past year.

http://sillylittlebat.blogspot.com/2010/11/ye-ol-faire.html

I kind of opened up with a small freak out about all the fake rocks littering the fare grounds, leering at me from the corner of my eye, and threatening my with bodily harm whenever I got to close.

I thought I would never so one again.




I was wrong.



Friday, I went to pick up a friend of mine from her house so we could go to the Fruits Of Our Roots Program up at the school. While sitting in her driveway, I happened to notice something out of the corner of my eye.

There it was. Mocking me.

Whispering its plans of world destruction and concure (in that order)

I quickly pulled my friend in the car, and we ducked down below the seats. Yet they continued to watch. Forming their plans to overthrow the real rocks of the world, and name themselves the domonate beings.

However, we need not worry. I descovered that if you simply stand before the fake rock, you need only to prefore these tasks:

1) Make eye contact with the fake rock.

You may find this to be dificault, considering that the fake rocks will hide it's natural eyeholes from you. Do not let this bother you, however, mealing stare at the rock in question until it becomes self-consious and is forces to look back at you. Do not break eye contact.

2) Flick a Real rock in the generial direction of the Fake rock.

It does not matter the size of the rock, mearily that it is real. By reminding the rock of its fakeness, you are wearing down its rough resolve, breaking into its inner self lothing. You can walk away, only after you hear the shattering of its soul. (This sounds like a wind chime, or river reaids) Once you hear this sound, you know that this rock will never rise to stand against the real rocks.

3) There is no step three.

So the next time you see large object that resembles this:

Follow these steps, and feel better knowing that you have helped save the world from a dark and Fake future. So set forth, and crush the FAKE ROCKS!

Some Things and Critiques

Currently Listening: Ice Dragons by: Noe Venable

I hate it when I have to open a blog by apologising for not posting in a while. But, alas, it happens.

I don't know if I've mentioned this or not, but in my writing class club, everyone has to critique two papers a week. The paper of two different people in my class.

Mostly, there seems to be a general critique that everyone uses:

- "I really liked it, it was a good paper."
- "Your description was nice" or "You need more description."
- "I liked your characters, I could really relate to them."
- "I found some spelling errors, but that's about it."
- "You ended it to quickly, like you rushed it."

The majority of the club members repeat this, over, and over, and over; mostly because no one takes it seriously, and the club is just a free 'A' for them.

Anyway, what I'm saying is, the critiques are nothing to worry about since no one really rips the storey apart and analyzes each small thing. Aside from Tiffany (our club president) and sometimes me (since I'm the vice-president)

So, my cirtique was today. Half of the class did not read my paper, while the other half mooched off of Tiffany's super-analyzing critique. I kind of wanted to slap some people though, because from my point of view, it sounded like they didn't know the definition of 'Fiction'.

Anyway, now that that is out of the way...

Recently, I re-read Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, because I am going through another Faerie faze. The odd thing is, I absolutely do not like Shakespeare, but I really like A Midsummer Night's Dream. So I guess that I am just weird that way. It kind of put me in the mood to write a play script for something. Involving faeries, or just normal people, I have not decided yet.

I have decided not to complain about school in this post, even though it has been ripping me apart by the seams. I shall save the complaining for the next post.

Saterday, I am going to the library to hang out with Melissa. Then, later in the evening, Mom and i are going to the Alice in Wonderland thing that Comme del Arte is preforming and USA preforming arts center. So, this weekend should be fun, if I am not torn to shreds in the meantime.

*Sigh*

Currently Listening- A Lack of Color by: Death Cab for Cutie

I hate it when people mispronounced my name.
How hard is it to say "Sarah"?
S-A-R-A-H
I swear. I hate it when people exaggerate the 'A's, add a 'Y' and it comes out sounding like "Say-Ra"
It's Sarah. Pronounced "S-air-Ah"
It's been a long day. And it's only Wednesday.

Speach and Computer Viruses

Currently Listening - We Looked Like Giants by: Death Cab for Cutie

Sometimes, I say stupid things, or do stupid things, and make an ass out of myself in front of the people I call my friends. I do this more in front of my family, but I think they're so used to it that it doesn't bother them so much anymore. However, sometimes, I slip up, and my buddies look at me weird.

Then I have to bite my tongue for the duration of the day while I am in their presence, because no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to stop thinking about how I should be able to say the right thing, at precisely the right time, at least once. But I wind up making an ass out of myself.

Then, I have this lingering feeling of 'Stupid Syndrome', where I second guess almost everything that I do, and feel like I did not act accordingly. this is happening to me more often now, then in past years.

I think that this is because of these two images I have of myself that, depending on my outlook, I keep in my head at all times.

The first, is one where I can talk to people, and not really have to think about what I say. Get through the day with a smile, and little or no trouble, and go about my business like a normal person. This image is usually accompanied by the thought that I will actually be of noteworthiness in my adult life.

The second, however, is one where I am constantly saying the wrong thing, and doing the wrong thing, and mess everything up. I am looked upon by others as a failure, and a blubbering idiot.

I am neither of these images, because when I actually think about it, I can talk to people sometimes, when encouraged by some unseen force. Yes, I stutter, and second guess myself all the time. I also try not to appear to down, or too happy, or laugh to much, or to loudly, because that is just rude.

I completely forgot the point of me talking about this.


In Algebra, a friend of mine told me that waiting for my blog to update was like eating ice cream, and then finding out later that it was not really ice cream that you ate.

Then, he went on to say how sad it makes him, so I am blogging, even though I don't really feel like blogging.

I spent the better majority of my time yesterday cleansing my computer of a nasty little virus that blocked my security system from detecting it, so i had to manually search for it, and yank it out by the teeth.

I hate computer viruses.

A Letter To the Subject of Math

Currently Listening: The Boy With an Anchor - Oh No Oh My

Dear Mathematics,

My brain is not wired for you.

You cause me stress.

I dislike you immensely.

My mind is wired for words, not numbers. Words that string together to form sentences. You have so many formulas that do not make any sense when they are placed next to each other. not like words, words almost always make sense when placed next to each other.

You confuse me, and for nothing!

I shall never use you in the world, and all the notes I take while I attempt to understand you will be meaningless!

You have your people. The people who are gifted with your numbers. Why are you so mean to me?

I can paint a picture with words, no paint do I need. I can carry on a conversation. I can level the brightest of minds, or reason with the dullest light bulb. Can your numbers do that?

No.

I laugh at your numbers.Your meaningless numbers.

Did you know that your numbers envy my letters? Oh yes, they do. Sometimes, the hide as letters. Never for long though. The people gifted with numbers and always find them, not matter how much they hide. So you see Math, you are not so great.

After all, if not for people like me, people gifted with words, you would be nameless.

People like me named you; we teach others about you. We sustain you.

Then, after all of this, you mock us, you poke us and prod us. You stab our eyes out, and drive us insane. After all we do for you, you do nothing in return.

I immensely dislike you, Math.

I will conquer you, because my words can beat your numbers.

Self-Esteem, Failure, and Everything Else

Self-Esteem

The people who know me really well, excluding my family, say that I have crap self-esteem. Most of the time, when this is said, I’ll either deny it, or brush it off as nothing. I know that most of the things I say about myself are true, while the people who know me really well just think I’m downing myself. However, some things that come to mind make me wonder about the truth behind them.

Now, I’m not going to make a list, nor am I going to use examples like I normally do for things that are hard to explain. In fact, I’m not even going to linger on this subject, because it’s making me sound conceded.

Failure

Recently, no scratch that, over the past few months, I’ve stopped writing completely. I haven’t sat down to even attempt to write a piece of fiction, and the few lines that I manage to scribble on the margins of my math notes either make no sense, or sound like dropped shit.

So, after some thought on the matter, I’ve decided to change my career plan.

Instead of becoming a writer, since no one would want to read what I write anyway, I shall become a collage English professor.

Now I must plan for collage, hopefully a cheep one that I’ll have to work two jobs to afford. I hope that even a cheep one will take me now. I failed algebra II by two points. So for all intensive purposes, I’m a failure at life.

A school may look at me and say “Um, No.” then kick me out in the rain because I couldn’t get a job to afford an umbrella.

My mother says that I worry to much, and that everyone fails a class at some point. My mother seldom helps when she says things like that.

This subject, I will also cease to speak of.

Everything Else

Christmas is coming up Saturday.

Today, I vacuumed, washed clothes and washed dishes three times. Yesterday, I baked a cake, wrapped my mother’s presents that I went shopping for, arranged all the presents around the small tree on the coffee table, and took said cake to the family of my friend. The day before, I put up the Christmas tree for the first time in three years, and dared to listen to the ‘Carol of the Bells’ on my mp3 player.

I’ve been staying up late because I’m not allowed to do things during the day. However, I’m also not allowed to sleep late, and have to wake up every morning to take my mother to work. So, to say that I’m a tad sleep deprived would be a huge understatement.

I’m preparing to feel immensely guilty on Christmas, because even though I only asked for a new pair of school shoes this year, I know that my parents have gone out of their way to get me things that I know they can’t afford.

I did get new school shoes. They came in the mail a few days ago. My old ones, I’ve had for four years, and are falling apart. So, my mother ordered me a new pair online. She also keeps telling me that I’ll be getting more things on Christmas, so really, my guilt trip begins now.

Christmas is Saturday, yet as my family’s normal Christmas traditions go, we have done nothing. The only reason we have cookies in the house, is because while my mom was making them for work, she decided to make us some to.

However, my Aunt Bonnie and her hoard are due for a visit, and I have no doubt that as soon as we receive conformation, my grandmother will be jumping up and conducting a house cleansing while she cooks five turkeys and whatever else she thinks of.

God, this entry sounds depressing.