Being an obligatory ramble on life and zukini
Me? Fall off the face of the Earth? Nah, never. I always update my blogs and am completely loyal to the online world .*Looks sheepish* Can't say I'm sorry I haven't been lacking in other things to do, but now I have loads and loads to write, and I don't know where to start!
Random tangent: Here we go again, and I haven't even properly begun this entry, but why do people look sheepish when they've done something wrong? Are we implying then that sheep always look guilty? A bit paranoid, ain't it?
I've been meaning to write, honest, but inspiration never seems to strike in the right place at the right time anymore; there's always something to do, and a little bit later turns into...um, ten weeks according to the LJ notifications.
Condensing: Ten weeks can be either very eventful, very dull, or even a healthy mix of the two. So, the spark notes version of the affairs and activities of me... I made it through summer school in one piece, and if I hadn't, I'm sure I've had enough time to regenerate any missing essentials. It seems ions ago since I reacquainted myself with such things as the variables and coefficients. SO, unnaturally enough, I haven't forgotten all the relationships, nor have I lost my patients for them.
But anyway, that was ages ago and seems irrelevant now, though I know that's far from true.
An interesting experience: Michelle, amazing friend pal with two arms that she is, convinced me to go to New Beginnings, her, and now my, church. She asked me to give their youth group a chance, and I have, and am the happier for it. Christian rock is amazing, and the good vibes give me enough positivity for the entire week.
So, I'm as confused as ever regarding theology, but what's the point if you can't fathom, ponder, think you've come to a definit and accurate conclusion, and then start over from scratch because you've found a flaw? It's part of the fun, the growing, and the general purpose of life.
It is apparent that I'm still on this upward flight; I keep rising and rising higher, with no evident abyss in the horizon, and for once, I'm not afraid of hidden pitfalls.
Um, where did that come from?
Well, it's true.
No, not everyday is a good day, far from, but in order to have ultimate good, you must have ultimate evil; they go hand in hand.
Moving on: School's started again! I'm a senior; I can eat freshman for breakfast, and, and it's amazing! Stressful, very, very stressful, but....I'm really, really going to miss highschool.
There're college applications to be filled out, I've definitly got my heart set on FSU, not for any particular reason, it's just always called to me, in the way that RMEC always called to me, and that went well, so my instincts I shall follow fearlessly. Or not...the idea of such an abrupt change is exciting yes, but formidable.
Community service needs to be wrapped up, GPA's raised to their maximum potential, and I have to run around, it seems, like a hamster on a wheel.
What is it with me and all the animals?
Classes: I didn't get the schedule I thought I'd get, but I'm infinitly glad of it. This year's already complicated enough, and I got the better teachers for it, anyway! So, I now have a seramics class. Um? In place of precalculus with Ms. Cott. Me thinks yeah to that, hugely, that lady's crazy; she puts happy faces on zeros, and does not like me to boot.
I already have my fine art credit, but I'm having fun in seramics. One of those things that probably won't get you far in life, but you have to stop and do because fun needs to be had, and interesting side tangents in life are what it's all about, mostly. Plus, I've got Michelle in the class, I met Carmen, we all have the commun bond of using the same kind of toilet paper, and clay is very tempting to throw at people. Besides, Mom never let me play in mud when I was a kid, so I'm meerly making up for it now.
English lit is taught by one of the most amazing teachers ever. She is such a sadist, so evil, so supremely wonderful, it's indescribable. She makes me laugh with her evil plots and funny quirks, and Dani and Sam are in my class, what more could a girl want?
Psychology is, to be honest, a trip. Miss Ceballos is so cute and funny with her idiosyncracies, and there's George, Ryan, Valerie, Stephany, and the new found wonderfulness of Danica. It's definitly my most interesting class, the first time I actually want to read a textbook for my own sake and not because I want to pass the class. All except chapter two, ugh, research method, boooooo!
Then there's networking 4, which is, well, networking, but it's my accademy, so I'm stuck. Still, Pierre's nice enough, and I love, love, love Briget and Cyntia.
Et aprez ça, il y a la classe de français 3. C'est dificil, mais j'aime ça! There're only 8 people in the class, which makes it more effective, and the variety of personalities makes it refreshing. I love Mme. Cayo, I've got Urgelles again! Richy is hallarious, and well, everything's just facinating.
Then there's government, and Mr. Schneider. Sadism and him go hand in hand, but again, it is amazing! You gotta love him, well no, most people tell horror stories, and I was terrified before the first day, but he just makes me crack with absolute power!
The downside? The envasion of the preps! Ah well, that provides good material, too.
I really love RM. Really, I do. I'm going to miss Barnett's loudness, Ingram's chariot of doom, Havivi, the people, throwing tomatos at each other during lunch, getting assaulted by a sexy treefrog metallic snot-green in hugh, you name it, and it'll be missed.
So here's to flushing a lot of money down the drain on prom, gradnight, breakfasts, picnics, izzies and so on.
So on, and so forth: So, mom's got a new job, and she loves it! It interests even me. She is a councilor for the deaf and hard of hearing, and well...what can I say? She loves what she does, the clients, the coworkers, the money, everything! I'm so so happy for her. The only thing is that I hardly see her during the week, but that makes us all the closer when we do have time together.
I've also, brace yourselves for the huge shock of it, been sick, again! I knew it wouldn't be long, but then again, it was the first time this whole year anything's extensively bothered me. No problem though, I'm fine now, I got funky drugs for it, and well, all is good here.
And now, I've saved the best for last, but what can I really say about it? Everyday is paradise, everyday the sun rises in ever increasing splendor, everyday I find a moment in which I fall in love all over and over again. A thousand words could never capture the perfection and beauty of him. So I won't, for enough tallent was never bestowed upon me as to even atempt such a feat.
Random tangent: Here we go again, and I haven't even properly begun this entry, but why do people look sheepish when they've done something wrong? Are we implying then that sheep always look guilty? A bit paranoid, ain't it?
I've been meaning to write, honest, but inspiration never seems to strike in the right place at the right time anymore; there's always something to do, and a little bit later turns into...um, ten weeks according to the LJ notifications.
Condensing: Ten weeks can be either very eventful, very dull, or even a healthy mix of the two. So, the spark notes version of the affairs and activities of me... I made it through summer school in one piece, and if I hadn't, I'm sure I've had enough time to regenerate any missing essentials. It seems ions ago since I reacquainted myself with such things as the variables and coefficients. SO, unnaturally enough, I haven't forgotten all the relationships, nor have I lost my patients for them.
But anyway, that was ages ago and seems irrelevant now, though I know that's far from true.
An interesting experience: Michelle, amazing friend pal with two arms that she is, convinced me to go to New Beginnings, her, and now my, church. She asked me to give their youth group a chance, and I have, and am the happier for it. Christian rock is amazing, and the good vibes give me enough positivity for the entire week.
So, I'm as confused as ever regarding theology, but what's the point if you can't fathom, ponder, think you've come to a definit and accurate conclusion, and then start over from scratch because you've found a flaw? It's part of the fun, the growing, and the general purpose of life.
It is apparent that I'm still on this upward flight; I keep rising and rising higher, with no evident abyss in the horizon, and for once, I'm not afraid of hidden pitfalls.
Um, where did that come from?
Well, it's true.
No, not everyday is a good day, far from, but in order to have ultimate good, you must have ultimate evil; they go hand in hand.
Moving on: School's started again! I'm a senior; I can eat freshman for breakfast, and, and it's amazing! Stressful, very, very stressful, but....I'm really, really going to miss highschool.
There're college applications to be filled out, I've definitly got my heart set on FSU, not for any particular reason, it's just always called to me, in the way that RMEC always called to me, and that went well, so my instincts I shall follow fearlessly. Or not...the idea of such an abrupt change is exciting yes, but formidable.
Community service needs to be wrapped up, GPA's raised to their maximum potential, and I have to run around, it seems, like a hamster on a wheel.
What is it with me and all the animals?
Classes: I didn't get the schedule I thought I'd get, but I'm infinitly glad of it. This year's already complicated enough, and I got the better teachers for it, anyway! So, I now have a seramics class. Um? In place of precalculus with Ms. Cott. Me thinks yeah to that, hugely, that lady's crazy; she puts happy faces on zeros, and does not like me to boot.
I already have my fine art credit, but I'm having fun in seramics. One of those things that probably won't get you far in life, but you have to stop and do because fun needs to be had, and interesting side tangents in life are what it's all about, mostly. Plus, I've got Michelle in the class, I met Carmen, we all have the commun bond of using the same kind of toilet paper, and clay is very tempting to throw at people. Besides, Mom never let me play in mud when I was a kid, so I'm meerly making up for it now.
English lit is taught by one of the most amazing teachers ever. She is such a sadist, so evil, so supremely wonderful, it's indescribable. She makes me laugh with her evil plots and funny quirks, and Dani and Sam are in my class, what more could a girl want?
Psychology is, to be honest, a trip. Miss Ceballos is so cute and funny with her idiosyncracies, and there's George, Ryan, Valerie, Stephany, and the new found wonderfulness of Danica. It's definitly my most interesting class, the first time I actually want to read a textbook for my own sake and not because I want to pass the class. All except chapter two, ugh, research method, boooooo!
Then there's networking 4, which is, well, networking, but it's my accademy, so I'm stuck. Still, Pierre's nice enough, and I love, love, love Briget and Cyntia.
Et aprez ça, il y a la classe de français 3. C'est dificil, mais j'aime ça! There're only 8 people in the class, which makes it more effective, and the variety of personalities makes it refreshing. I love Mme. Cayo, I've got Urgelles again! Richy is hallarious, and well, everything's just facinating.
Then there's government, and Mr. Schneider. Sadism and him go hand in hand, but again, it is amazing! You gotta love him, well no, most people tell horror stories, and I was terrified before the first day, but he just makes me crack with absolute power!
The downside? The envasion of the preps! Ah well, that provides good material, too.
I really love RM. Really, I do. I'm going to miss Barnett's loudness, Ingram's chariot of doom, Havivi, the people, throwing tomatos at each other during lunch, getting assaulted by a sexy treefrog metallic snot-green in hugh, you name it, and it'll be missed.
So here's to flushing a lot of money down the drain on prom, gradnight, breakfasts, picnics, izzies and so on.
So on, and so forth: So, mom's got a new job, and she loves it! It interests even me. She is a councilor for the deaf and hard of hearing, and well...what can I say? She loves what she does, the clients, the coworkers, the money, everything! I'm so so happy for her. The only thing is that I hardly see her during the week, but that makes us all the closer when we do have time together.
I've also, brace yourselves for the huge shock of it, been sick, again! I knew it wouldn't be long, but then again, it was the first time this whole year anything's extensively bothered me. No problem though, I'm fine now, I got funky drugs for it, and well, all is good here.
And now, I've saved the best for last, but what can I really say about it? Everyday is paradise, everyday the sun rises in ever increasing splendor, everyday I find a moment in which I fall in love all over and over again. A thousand words could never capture the perfection and beauty of him. So I won't, for enough tallent was never bestowed upon me as to even atempt such a feat.