The new The Used CD fucking owns face.
So, after Bamboozle we were talking to some people about it, and Elena started to explain the video she took of this guy kind of head banging and air drumming during this one band's set. She was like, "Yeah, it was so funny. He was like dancing and stuff." and I was like, "...I do that..." and she kind of ignored me and said, "Yeah, it was hysterical." and I said, "I do the same exact thing."
This time she awknowledged me and said, "You kind of get into your own little world at concerts. Kind of like no one else exists, and the people that do exist don't matter. You do whatever you feel like and you just don't care." After she said this I sat there and contemplated it for a while and then I realized it was true. To me going to concerts isn't about being with your friends, it's about the band and the music and the mosh. Concerts make me feel perfect. Unflawed, unblemished, untainted. UP THE CONCERT GOING!
So, today I went to the orthodontist for my first of two "getting your braces off" appointments. They took off most of the brackets besides the ones farthest back and the four in front, which are like the fucking only ones you see, so no one will even know I got anything done to them. It's soo annoying though, on one of my teeth I have this like cavity-type thing. I got most of it off using like a pick or whatevs, but it's not all gone.
I'm getting the rest off next Thursday, which is going to be fucking awesome. I'm soo excited. Of course, I'm kind of pathetically hoping that once I get my braces off I'll be hot and everyone will want me. I'll be loved and adored by all. That's just wishful thinking of course. The only friends I have right now that knew me without braces went to elementary school with me, and they don't really remember me back then. I was in middle school for two months without them, and we hardly even knew eachother then. So basically, no one knew me without braces and the people that did don't remember.
I'm so excited to get them off.
I haven't updated this extremely in a while, so I'll talk about how shit's going. It's all really uneventful. Right now I'm at one of my peaks in Latinrealm (COUGHFUCKINGCOUGH CHAR CHAR). I'm really doing well with the stuff we're doing now and we have a test next week that I think I might do okay on. I get to do some of it open notes, which is going to be really helpful.
My new english teacher, Mrs.Smith kind of earns mixed reviews from me. As a person she's really sarcastic and play-mean, and I think she's funny. She reminds me of myself becuase of the way she picks on people and stuff. She does do things differently than I'm used too, but I'm starting to get used to it. I actually kind of like it. We do nothing during class besides correct our homework, and then we just talk to eachother and make conversation with her. I do like her as a person.
A little off topic, but whatevs. Recently I have seen kids in my various classes do this one thing that just pisses me off to no end. If you are sitting in a class doing something you aren't supposed to, like talking, or doing homework for another class, and the teacher yells at you YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO CALL THE TEACHER A BITCH. There are rules (whether you like it or not) and you're supposed to follow those rules, but more importantly people expect you to follow them. When you break a rule, and your teacher, your authority figure, gets angry at you for breaking that rule YOU CANNOT GET ANGRY AND ACT ALL DEFIANT. Bitches.
Alex Milofsky breaks a rule every science class, and the teacher always yells at him. Then he fights back and acts like he's right. JUST BECUASE YOU DON'T WANT TO FOLLOW THE RULES DOESN'T MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE TOO. She's your teacher, it's something called respect. I swear to God, I usually want to be him. Every class I tell him to shut the fuck up and stop. He always says, "Seriously Allie, stop talking to me." I'm sorry that I'm fed up with you BEING A TOTAL ASSHOLE. He needs to grow the fuck up.
Math is going pretty well, I got a 91 on my test. Good shit. Science is pretty rocking (grade wise). I pretty much teach myself the class at home and write stories during class.
World Cultures is going okay. I like what we're learning about a little, and I love the people in the class soo much, and I love Mr.Rivera times a billion. But we have this test coming up on our entire France unit and our entire England unit. I was pretty sure I was going to fail, but today I went to a review session during my lunch and I actually know it pretty well.
Gym is gym. I thought I was good at ultimate frisbee but yesterday I didn't do so hot. Pathetic. Photo is pretty cool, I really like Brodie Stone. He's soo nice and like photo is the only class we have together and we talk to eachother like we're best friends.
I think that's all my classes. I don't think I forgot any.
Holy shit, my teeth hurt soo bad.
This time she awknowledged me and said, "You kind of get into your own little world at concerts. Kind of like no one else exists, and the people that do exist don't matter. You do whatever you feel like and you just don't care." After she said this I sat there and contemplated it for a while and then I realized it was true. To me going to concerts isn't about being with your friends, it's about the band and the music and the mosh. Concerts make me feel perfect. Unflawed, unblemished, untainted. UP THE CONCERT GOING!
So, today I went to the orthodontist for my first of two "getting your braces off" appointments. They took off most of the brackets besides the ones farthest back and the four in front, which are like the fucking only ones you see, so no one will even know I got anything done to them. It's soo annoying though, on one of my teeth I have this like cavity-type thing. I got most of it off using like a pick or whatevs, but it's not all gone.
I'm getting the rest off next Thursday, which is going to be fucking awesome. I'm soo excited. Of course, I'm kind of pathetically hoping that once I get my braces off I'll be hot and everyone will want me. I'll be loved and adored by all. That's just wishful thinking of course. The only friends I have right now that knew me without braces went to elementary school with me, and they don't really remember me back then. I was in middle school for two months without them, and we hardly even knew eachother then. So basically, no one knew me without braces and the people that did don't remember.
I'm so excited to get them off.
I haven't updated this extremely in a while, so I'll talk about how shit's going. It's all really uneventful. Right now I'm at one of my peaks in Latinrealm (COUGHFUCKINGCOUGH CHAR CHAR). I'm really doing well with the stuff we're doing now and we have a test next week that I think I might do okay on. I get to do some of it open notes, which is going to be really helpful.
My new english teacher, Mrs.Smith kind of earns mixed reviews from me. As a person she's really sarcastic and play-mean, and I think she's funny. She reminds me of myself becuase of the way she picks on people and stuff. She does do things differently than I'm used too, but I'm starting to get used to it. I actually kind of like it. We do nothing during class besides correct our homework, and then we just talk to eachother and make conversation with her. I do like her as a person.
A little off topic, but whatevs. Recently I have seen kids in my various classes do this one thing that just pisses me off to no end. If you are sitting in a class doing something you aren't supposed to, like talking, or doing homework for another class, and the teacher yells at you YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO CALL THE TEACHER A BITCH. There are rules (whether you like it or not) and you're supposed to follow those rules, but more importantly people expect you to follow them. When you break a rule, and your teacher, your authority figure, gets angry at you for breaking that rule YOU CANNOT GET ANGRY AND ACT ALL DEFIANT. Bitches.
Alex Milofsky breaks a rule every science class, and the teacher always yells at him. Then he fights back and acts like he's right. JUST BECUASE YOU DON'T WANT TO FOLLOW THE RULES DOESN'T MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE TOO. She's your teacher, it's something called respect. I swear to God, I usually want to be him. Every class I tell him to shut the fuck up and stop. He always says, "Seriously Allie, stop talking to me." I'm sorry that I'm fed up with you BEING A TOTAL ASSHOLE. He needs to grow the fuck up.
Math is going pretty well, I got a 91 on my test. Good shit. Science is pretty rocking (grade wise). I pretty much teach myself the class at home and write stories during class.
World Cultures is going okay. I like what we're learning about a little, and I love the people in the class soo much, and I love Mr.Rivera times a billion. But we have this test coming up on our entire France unit and our entire England unit. I was pretty sure I was going to fail, but today I went to a review session during my lunch and I actually know it pretty well.
Gym is gym. I thought I was good at ultimate frisbee but yesterday I didn't do so hot. Pathetic. Photo is pretty cool, I really like Brodie Stone. He's soo nice and like photo is the only class we have together and we talk to eachother like we're best friends.
I think that's all my classes. I don't think I forgot any.
Holy shit, my teeth hurt soo bad.