Who ever came up with late starts is a genius. It's just a great day when you can sleep in, eat breakfast, hang out, then go to a shortened school day. I love school, but home work is a complete waste of time and sometimes we all need a breather from the craziness of Junior year. Especially when I just got a 27 on my ACTs!!!!!!!!!! (insert dance party here) I'm aiming for a 29 next time, but for going in blind for the first time I like that score. It brightened my day. What a wonderful monday (oxymoron?).
Perhaps this week has been so great because the weekend was sort of a let down. I don't want to complain because I don't want sympathy, but everyone can relate to having something wrong happen and not being able to change it. FRUSTRATION! It's not your fault and no matter how hard you try some people are just dumb. Being the bossy, obnoxious person I am I hate not being in control. I think I'm forever suppose to be learning that the world doesn't revolve around me. Maybe what happens isn't just suppose to help me learn something (because trust me, we can all learn from others) but for someone else too. I've come to realize that negativeness can be directed on you because you can take it. Learning the lesson once isn't enough or we would have overcome all of our trials very early on in life. This brings up the fact that not everyone else is a fast learner. Sometimes individuals need that test a few times, whereas I feel like I've learned what I've suppose to. No matter what happens or how frustrated I become I know I have a father in heaven that loves me and nothing I face will be bigger than I am.
*Deep Breath* Ok stupid situation #860923457 enter now. I'm sure there is something enlightening about you somewhere.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
17
I find it slightly funny I passed over my birthday. Yes, three days ago I hit 17. I don't particularly like birthdays. I like the idea of everyone celebrating your birth, giving you presents, and partying... but I hate expectations. Since 13 or 14 the excitement of a magical day when the number pinned to you changes, lost it's appeal. Not that birthdays are horrible days, but they sort of seem like a let down. If I wanted to rant I could mention that half my friends didn't remember, I wasn't sung to in English or Choir, and the fundraiser I had to attend finally exposed the frustration of some members in our choir. (I take everything that goes on in that class a little too personally because I'm the choir president. I feel like I should be able to stop fights and know everyone well enough to talk to them, but the truth is they're intimidating and I don't ever feel like they respect me no matter how hard I try to be their friend.)
It's fine though. I make it a point never to advertise my birthday because I don't want to bother others and I feel like my real friends already know. Nobody likes singing in English and problems in choir aren't all my fault. Another year of too high expectations has passed. My mom says every Mother's Day is the same way and I'm still not getting a car. :) The one thing that made me feel better was I was reminded that 17 means I can see rated R movies without an adult and aparate if I'm a wizard. Both apply to my life. ;) Better luck next year!
It's fine though. I make it a point never to advertise my birthday because I don't want to bother others and I feel like my real friends already know. Nobody likes singing in English and problems in choir aren't all my fault. Another year of too high expectations has passed. My mom says every Mother's Day is the same way and I'm still not getting a car. :) The one thing that made me feel better was I was reminded that 17 means I can see rated R movies without an adult and aparate if I'm a wizard. Both apply to my life. ;) Better luck next year!
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Hooligans!
Our favorite word, introduced to my vocabulary by the fabulous Laura Hawkes (role model). The term hooligan most commonly represents an individual jay walking. Tonight a hooligan fell off a skateboard in a parking lot, ninja rolled towards are car, and got up all in the shadows. SEEING AN UNKNOWN PERSON RUNNING TOWARD YOU IS TERRIFYING!!!! :) Yeah stuff like that happens on a daily basis. Yesterday it was an old Indian lady. Another time it was a junior high boy carrying a ten foot pole across the street. Please think before you cross the road, "It is possible there is a teenage girl driving a car and me walking across the street illegally could end in serious injury or death by the collision of the car to my body." <- Following that advice would help everyone out a lot. :)
Congratulations all those who made it into BYU Provo. It's my dream to go to school there and next year I hope to be on the same path you are on right now. However, at the moment I rave about how horrific Gilbert is and avoid my Ancestral History Project. Keepin it real. :P
Congratulations all those who made it into BYU Provo. It's my dream to go to school there and next year I hope to be on the same path you are on right now. However, at the moment I rave about how horrific Gilbert is and avoid my Ancestral History Project. Keepin it real. :P
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Never Ending
I could blame me not blogging recently on tech week, show week, ACTs (puke), an internet virus, etc. etc. ETC!!!!!! (just saw "King & I" at Copperstar, it was amazing!) But the real truth is that I'm always crazy busy with stuff like that so there is no excuse. haha Activities are never ending. Today, for example, I pictured a relaxing Sunday where I reorganized my room, helped clean the house, and work on my HUGE English project (yeah haven't started that Ancestral History thing yet...) but... I'm now double/triple booked with activities till 10pm. Of course it's fun and I ain't complaining, but it's crazy!!! ;)
"Wizard of Oz" is over and mixed feeling come with the end of every show. Post show depression didn't hit too hard because I see the lovable cast each day at school along with our two fabulous directors that I take classes from. I wasn't happy with the show at first and I think that's because it was different than the companies I usually work with. By the end of the run, however, I realized how blessed I was to receive the role I did and how many people enjoyed the show. Thank you to all those who came to see it or support the Performing Arts in any public school. I wish students had more opportunities to express them self through music and the stage.
Time to register for senior year and it's bittersweet. No matter how crazy this year is, I want to be a junior a little longer. I hope that our class carries the same air of prestige, confidence, and love the seniors did when I was a freshman and sophomore, but I'm starting to doubt it. I would like to thank all of those extremely talented people that inspired us younger class men. For some reason I don't think our class has ever been as cool as the Seniors of '11 and '10. *Keep your fingers crossed that auditioning goes well these next few weeks and I can drop my lunch to spend senior year taking the classes I love and aspire to be in.*
This should be another blog, but it's on the mind a lot so I guess this blog will really be never ending... ;) "The Great Gatsby" A book I read over the summer for English. I hated it. I hated Daisy and Tom and Myrtle and George and by the end I sorta hated Nick and Gatsby too. I liked Jordan, but now watching the movie I don't particularly like her either. With most books we are assigned to read though, I feel like I've learned something. It's true all the characters can be idiots, but most people are frustrating in real life too. I sympathize with Nick and how he seems to be just an honestly good person that is put in the most AWKWARD situations. I can draw parallels to real life from the bizarre problems that appear in the novel. No I didn't enjoy it, but in the surprising words of Laura Jones, "Shakespeare writes my life." I can also attest to the genius behind well written stories by authors that can capture how people feel on a day to day basis.
"Wizard of Oz" is over and mixed feeling come with the end of every show. Post show depression didn't hit too hard because I see the lovable cast each day at school along with our two fabulous directors that I take classes from. I wasn't happy with the show at first and I think that's because it was different than the companies I usually work with. By the end of the run, however, I realized how blessed I was to receive the role I did and how many people enjoyed the show. Thank you to all those who came to see it or support the Performing Arts in any public school. I wish students had more opportunities to express them self through music and the stage.
Time to register for senior year and it's bittersweet. No matter how crazy this year is, I want to be a junior a little longer. I hope that our class carries the same air of prestige, confidence, and love the seniors did when I was a freshman and sophomore, but I'm starting to doubt it. I would like to thank all of those extremely talented people that inspired us younger class men. For some reason I don't think our class has ever been as cool as the Seniors of '11 and '10. *Keep your fingers crossed that auditioning goes well these next few weeks and I can drop my lunch to spend senior year taking the classes I love and aspire to be in.*
This should be another blog, but it's on the mind a lot so I guess this blog will really be never ending... ;) "The Great Gatsby" A book I read over the summer for English. I hated it. I hated Daisy and Tom and Myrtle and George and by the end I sorta hated Nick and Gatsby too. I liked Jordan, but now watching the movie I don't particularly like her either. With most books we are assigned to read though, I feel like I've learned something. It's true all the characters can be idiots, but most people are frustrating in real life too. I sympathize with Nick and how he seems to be just an honestly good person that is put in the most AWKWARD situations. I can draw parallels to real life from the bizarre problems that appear in the novel. No I didn't enjoy it, but in the surprising words of Laura Jones, "Shakespeare writes my life." I can also attest to the genius behind well written stories by authors that can capture how people feel on a day to day basis.
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