Huh.
Maybe I shall give this thing another go. Y'see, I am one of those people who think journals are only potential blackmail. So, I tend not to post in them.
Anyway, I am now in school again. For 11th year, I have AP Chemistry, AP Psychology, Symphonic Band, Creative Writing, French 3, Honors English, and carpel tunnel; at least, that is what it feels like. I'm trying to give the arm a rest for a few weeks, which means my handwriting and sketches are going to hell. But, on the bright side, maybe I will learn to be ambidextrous. Typing with one hand is a pain.
Psychology is very enjoyable. My teacher has a dry sense of humor, but he is alright. I tried to get into AP Calculus, but my school decided to add the class at the last minute, so few people knew about it. Then, because the class size was too small, they canceled it. So I was left with a giant hole in my schedule to fill. It was very stressful, and now it seems I will be taking Calc at the college.
I hate crying in front of people. The chemicals in my brain decided to make me cry while I was with Ali. She kept getting that pitying look people wear around crying people. The oh-know-your-sad-I'm-sorry look. I said, "Stop feeling bad for me; you are only feeling like that because you've been conditioned to by society." I hate crying in front of people; it makes me cynical and judgemental of my self.
You know what sucks? People who either a) smell because they do not bathe or b) like anime just because it is anime. Or, both. I know some people who will watch any anime at all, and enjoy it. We ended up watching 'Pet Shop of Horrors'; I did not enjoy it. I found the story to be idiotic and the art, worse. I guess I am an elitist bitch. Oh well.
My friends and my new pick up line (not that we pick many people up): "You are very symmetrical; want to mate?"
Yes, we are weird.
We went to the Grand Rapids Art Fair thing today. A lot of the art seemed more of the hobby-type quality, but some of the stuff was amazing. I really need to become better at the stuff I do. I consider my 'art' to be crap. And the only way to get better is: practice, practice, practice. Woo.
Anyway, I am now in school again. For 11th year, I have AP Chemistry, AP Psychology, Symphonic Band, Creative Writing, French 3, Honors English, and carpel tunnel; at least, that is what it feels like. I'm trying to give the arm a rest for a few weeks, which means my handwriting and sketches are going to hell. But, on the bright side, maybe I will learn to be ambidextrous. Typing with one hand is a pain.
Psychology is very enjoyable. My teacher has a dry sense of humor, but he is alright. I tried to get into AP Calculus, but my school decided to add the class at the last minute, so few people knew about it. Then, because the class size was too small, they canceled it. So I was left with a giant hole in my schedule to fill. It was very stressful, and now it seems I will be taking Calc at the college.
I hate crying in front of people. The chemicals in my brain decided to make me cry while I was with Ali. She kept getting that pitying look people wear around crying people. The oh-know-your-sad-I'm-sorry look. I said, "Stop feeling bad for me; you are only feeling like that because you've been conditioned to by society." I hate crying in front of people; it makes me cynical and judgemental of my self.
You know what sucks? People who either a) smell because they do not bathe or b) like anime just because it is anime. Or, both. I know some people who will watch any anime at all, and enjoy it. We ended up watching 'Pet Shop of Horrors'; I did not enjoy it. I found the story to be idiotic and the art, worse. I guess I am an elitist bitch. Oh well.
My friends and my new pick up line (not that we pick many people up): "You are very symmetrical; want to mate?"
Yes, we are weird.
We went to the Grand Rapids Art Fair thing today. A lot of the art seemed more of the hobby-type quality, but some of the stuff was amazing. I really need to become better at the stuff I do. I consider my 'art' to be crap. And the only way to get better is: practice, practice, practice. Woo.