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People say the hardest thing in writing something is starting the damn thing. I shall vouch and say: yes, yes it is.
Currently attempting to write a character sketch for English, and I realize: I don't know what a character sketch is. I've never learned how to do one. This presents slight problems on my part.
Which will likely end up with me writing-yet again-a half-assed piece of shit that will get me a 60 or possibly 70. I think my teacher is attempting to push us to do our best, but why is it I am finding that she is the most annoying person in the world; while at the same time liking her? (At the beginning of the year she said that no one should be old enough be to cynical. Yeah, righ.) This ends up affecting (effecting?) my work, making it..well..half-assed. I'm just not interested in this stuff, I guess. It also may have to do with the fact that I still don't know what I want to do with my life, so why should I bother doing good now? Once I figure out what I want to know, I'll start persevering (working harder?) in that area. I think. Just me playing psychologist (or is it psychiatrist?).
Wow, is rambling ever fun.
Anyways, I am currently attempting to do a character sketch about this boy (Stephen) and, how he is so incredibly similar to his father, whom he is quite bitter with. I think that makes him a hypocrite. But I am digressing. My family is watching Alias and home movies and making comments to me about how my sister beat me up when we were little and such when it is painfully obvious I am listening to my minidisc and trying to do homework.
((posted Friday evening at KG))
I'm sure this has happened to everyone. Some big cool thing is happening, and everyone completely forgets you exist. Happens everyday in life, I know.
But it still majorly sucks.
And since this is the Ranting forum, I shall rant about being ignored. Yet again.
Okay, so like..one person read in my livejournal (not likely, but humour me..) that my sister had a stroke. Boohoo, yes yes we went through that already. She's like..19 or something, so it's extremel unnatural for someone so young to have one. It was because a doctor screwed up unintentionally. (I REALLY really feel sorry for the poor guy)
But we aren't discussing that, are we? (er..No. No we aren't) That was just random background info for what I'm ranting about.
So anyways, lalala, David Suzuki is doing a t.v. special on--guess what? Strokes! And they want to tape my sister for it. Because a teenager having a stroke just doesn't happen everyday. Yay yay yay for everyone because it's so awesome and my parents are so happy etc. etc.
So they filmed her this morning. I almost didn't get a ride to school because they had to be at the hospital for 9. I didn't mind that. What irked me was the fact that they wouldn't let me take a day off school to see the camera crews and stuff. (Note: David Suzuki was not actually there)
Blah blah blah, fastforward to the end of a crappy school day. Where someone was supposed to pick me up, lest I either walk home with stomach acids burning away at the lining due to hunger or was 45 minutes for the bus. I'm annoyed, to say the least.. (walked home..) The reason? Camera crews are coming to film my sister at home! This afternoon! Wooooooow~!!!
Of course, I have work at 4:15. In which, no one will drive me because the camera crews might arrive beforehand. And my parent's won't let me get someone to take the shift. So now I am quite annoyed. Missing the camera crews twice! How unfair, ne?
Let's finish this and skip forward to about half an hour ago. Now, none of what I just described above compares to what my parents say next. (not that they compared lots, really..) Er..yeah, Blah blah blah, Pan has a sucky time at work, goes home. Asks how the videotaping went. They describe as such:
-First the taped shots of her in the kitchen making a sandwich with mum there
-Then they taped her in her room drawing
-Then they went downstairs to the rec room and taped the three of them, as a family, watching videos from our trip to Disneyland.
I shit you not, they actually said, "as a family". Then after me going "WTF?? What about me??", they had the nerve to reply, "Oh, well, you were in the Disneyland videos!" Then I asked them if anyone asked about me, and they said the crew asked my name. Then Pan made amusing jokes about them telling the crew they had another daughter, but she died; even though Pan was dying inside.
But guess what?? In a few months I get to be pulled out of school when they come back! ONLY A FEW MONTHS! OOOOOMG~~~ I think I shall go vomit now. And now they are watching home movies from this morning/afternoon and laughing about all the lovely injokes.
((posted Saturday at KG))
My dad JUST told me the producer guy who is making the David Suzuki thing used to be a fucking associate dean for Sheridan's School of Animation, Arts and Design. Sheridan being one of the best colleges in Canada for animation. Now, I don't know why it took him 3 days to tell me this, but nonetheless, I am horribly stoked to meet the guy when they come back in a few months. Imagine getting a letter of recommendation from a DEAN! ::floaty-sparkly eyes::
Of course, this is my family, and they don't even notice I'd be the least bit interested in talking to the guy. They think it's a wonderful opportunity..for my sister.
::snerk:: Fixed the lj-cut..
Currently attempting to write a character sketch for English, and I realize: I don't know what a character sketch is. I've never learned how to do one. This presents slight problems on my part.
Which will likely end up with me writing-yet again-a half-assed piece of shit that will get me a 60 or possibly 70. I think my teacher is attempting to push us to do our best, but why is it I am finding that she is the most annoying person in the world; while at the same time liking her? (At the beginning of the year she said that no one should be old enough be to cynical. Yeah, righ.) This ends up affecting (effecting?) my work, making it..well..half-assed. I'm just not interested in this stuff, I guess. It also may have to do with the fact that I still don't know what I want to do with my life, so why should I bother doing good now? Once I figure out what I want to know, I'll start persevering (working harder?) in that area. I think. Just me playing psychologist (or is it psychiatrist?).
Wow, is rambling ever fun.
Anyways, I am currently attempting to do a character sketch about this boy (Stephen) and, how he is so incredibly similar to his father, whom he is quite bitter with. I think that makes him a hypocrite. But I am digressing. My family is watching Alias and home movies and making comments to me about how my sister beat me up when we were little and such when it is painfully obvious I am listening to my minidisc and trying to do homework.
((posted Friday evening at KG))
I'm sure this has happened to everyone. Some big cool thing is happening, and everyone completely forgets you exist. Happens everyday in life, I know.
But it still majorly sucks.
And since this is the Ranting forum, I shall rant about being ignored. Yet again.
Okay, so like..one person read in my livejournal (not likely, but humour me..) that my sister had a stroke. Boohoo, yes yes we went through that already. She's like..19 or something, so it's extremel unnatural for someone so young to have one. It was because a doctor screwed up unintentionally. (I REALLY really feel sorry for the poor guy)
But we aren't discussing that, are we? (er..No. No we aren't) That was just random background info for what I'm ranting about.
So anyways, lalala, David Suzuki is doing a t.v. special on--guess what? Strokes! And they want to tape my sister for it. Because a teenager having a stroke just doesn't happen everyday. Yay yay yay for everyone because it's so awesome and my parents are so happy etc. etc.
So they filmed her this morning. I almost didn't get a ride to school because they had to be at the hospital for 9. I didn't mind that. What irked me was the fact that they wouldn't let me take a day off school to see the camera crews and stuff. (Note: David Suzuki was not actually there)
Blah blah blah, fastforward to the end of a crappy school day. Where someone was supposed to pick me up, lest I either walk home with stomach acids burning away at the lining due to hunger or was 45 minutes for the bus. I'm annoyed, to say the least.. (walked home..) The reason? Camera crews are coming to film my sister at home! This afternoon! Wooooooow~!!!
Of course, I have work at 4:15. In which, no one will drive me because the camera crews might arrive beforehand. And my parent's won't let me get someone to take the shift. So now I am quite annoyed. Missing the camera crews twice! How unfair, ne?
Let's finish this and skip forward to about half an hour ago. Now, none of what I just described above compares to what my parents say next. (not that they compared lots, really..) Er..yeah, Blah blah blah, Pan has a sucky time at work, goes home. Asks how the videotaping went. They describe as such:
-First the taped shots of her in the kitchen making a sandwich with mum there
-Then they taped her in her room drawing
-Then they went downstairs to the rec room and taped the three of them, as a family, watching videos from our trip to Disneyland.
I shit you not, they actually said, "as a family". Then after me going "WTF?? What about me??", they had the nerve to reply, "Oh, well, you were in the Disneyland videos!" Then I asked them if anyone asked about me, and they said the crew asked my name. Then Pan made amusing jokes about them telling the crew they had another daughter, but she died; even though Pan was dying inside.
But guess what?? In a few months I get to be pulled out of school when they come back! ONLY A FEW MONTHS! OOOOOMG~~~ I think I shall go vomit now. And now they are watching home movies from this morning/afternoon and laughing about all the lovely injokes.
((posted Saturday at KG))
My dad JUST told me the producer guy who is making the David Suzuki thing used to be a fucking associate dean for Sheridan's School of Animation, Arts and Design. Sheridan being one of the best colleges in Canada for animation. Now, I don't know why it took him 3 days to tell me this, but nonetheless, I am horribly stoked to meet the guy when they come back in a few months. Imagine getting a letter of recommendation from a DEAN! ::floaty-sparkly eyes::
Of course, this is my family, and they don't even notice I'd be the least bit interested in talking to the guy. They think it's a wonderful opportunity..for my sister.
::snerk:: Fixed the lj-cut..