i am fucking sleepy
A post I meant to make a while ago:
This excites me.
Also check out the Cacophony Society. Or the official website. A notable member: chuck Palahniuk, author of Fight Club. The Cacophony Society was the basis for Project Mayhem.
That's the kind of thing I want to be a part of. That's the kind of thing I want to organize.
I wish The Guild could achieve that kind of size and impact.
I want to cause harmless, whimsical, enlightening mischief. I want to put wonder into the eyes of children by doing things they've never seen anyone else do and opening up their minds to worlds of possibilities outside of social norms.
I want to be a part of something that will scare people, piss them off, make them roll their eyes, but more than anything else, make people see that there's a life outside of life.
On a mildly related topic.
Don't ever tell me what I can't do.
Ever.
And that's the end of that.
Not having livejournal at school is a bit of a pain, but whatever.
Anyway. I'm currently taking a quick break from my Government studies to update. I already took an hour-long nap because it is very late. Even with copies of Tim's notes, I still don't have everything, and this review is crazy hard. And I'm pretty sure the final won't bbe the same questions anyways. And I dread the essay that there will undoubtedly be. Progress on the study guide is slow and erratic. I seem to have forgotten to copy Tim's notes on court cases.
The English final shouldn't be toooo hard. Two essays of our choice out of four topics over stuff we've read this year. Not terrible.
I read a whole book today, because my mom wasn't at her office, and I just cannot study in the chaos of my house (there's not even a flat surface available to write on). It was Uglies by Scott Westerfield, and I liked it okay, except I'll have to read the second and third book (if they have the third) before Friday. Also, Storm Thief, maybe.
I am very fucking sleepy.
I'm kind of scared of going to college. It's weird how you spend eighteen years only knowing school. It's like college isn't so much a continuation as a preparation for the real world, the halfway point between high school and adulthood. And that's scary.
I'd like to do something like this, if only to lose weight and save money.
No matter how hard I try, I can never stop biting my nails. This bugs me.
Lately, I've been thinking about the way I see other people's appearances and trying to think of myself in the same way. How, especially when I don't like a person, I find every fault in their appearance, everything that keeps them from being beautiful. And I look at myself that way, too. My jaw is too wide and low, my eyes are too small, my nose is too big, my skin's not so great, I've got a big fucking tummy...that's most of it. And when I first thought of the possibilty of others looking at all the ways I'm not beautiful, it was a little surreal and, to an extent, somewhat upsetting, although perhaps not as much as you might think. And I guess it's all part of my big fascination with understanding the perception of others, even though I can be incredibly self-centered, but maybe that's why. Like how, for a small period of time, I would look at someone, a person I barely know, and try to imagine what they were seeing and feeling and thinking; if you try hard enough, it's a very...humbling and surreal exercise, I guess. It's hard to describe.
I think my writing style has changed. It's become a lot less formal. I kind of blame Saint Iggy for my increasing use of run-ons and whatnot. But I use excessive commas.
I'm beginning to think I'm just coming up with new things to type about so I don't have to go back to that goddamn review.
This excites me.
Also check out the Cacophony Society. Or the official website. A notable member: chuck Palahniuk, author of Fight Club. The Cacophony Society was the basis for Project Mayhem.
That's the kind of thing I want to be a part of. That's the kind of thing I want to organize.
I wish The Guild could achieve that kind of size and impact.
I want to cause harmless, whimsical, enlightening mischief. I want to put wonder into the eyes of children by doing things they've never seen anyone else do and opening up their minds to worlds of possibilities outside of social norms.
I want to be a part of something that will scare people, piss them off, make them roll their eyes, but more than anything else, make people see that there's a life outside of life.
On a mildly related topic.
Don't ever tell me what I can't do.
Ever.
And that's the end of that.
Not having livejournal at school is a bit of a pain, but whatever.
Anyway. I'm currently taking a quick break from my Government studies to update. I already took an hour-long nap because it is very late. Even with copies of Tim's notes, I still don't have everything, and this review is crazy hard. And I'm pretty sure the final won't bbe the same questions anyways. And I dread the essay that there will undoubtedly be. Progress on the study guide is slow and erratic. I seem to have forgotten to copy Tim's notes on court cases.
The English final shouldn't be toooo hard. Two essays of our choice out of four topics over stuff we've read this year. Not terrible.
I read a whole book today, because my mom wasn't at her office, and I just cannot study in the chaos of my house (there's not even a flat surface available to write on). It was Uglies by Scott Westerfield, and I liked it okay, except I'll have to read the second and third book (if they have the third) before Friday. Also, Storm Thief, maybe.
I am very fucking sleepy.
I'm kind of scared of going to college. It's weird how you spend eighteen years only knowing school. It's like college isn't so much a continuation as a preparation for the real world, the halfway point between high school and adulthood. And that's scary.
I'd like to do something like this, if only to lose weight and save money.
No matter how hard I try, I can never stop biting my nails. This bugs me.
Lately, I've been thinking about the way I see other people's appearances and trying to think of myself in the same way. How, especially when I don't like a person, I find every fault in their appearance, everything that keeps them from being beautiful. And I look at myself that way, too. My jaw is too wide and low, my eyes are too small, my nose is too big, my skin's not so great, I've got a big fucking tummy...that's most of it. And when I first thought of the possibilty of others looking at all the ways I'm not beautiful, it was a little surreal and, to an extent, somewhat upsetting, although perhaps not as much as you might think. And I guess it's all part of my big fascination with understanding the perception of others, even though I can be incredibly self-centered, but maybe that's why. Like how, for a small period of time, I would look at someone, a person I barely know, and try to imagine what they were seeing and feeling and thinking; if you try hard enough, it's a very...humbling and surreal exercise, I guess. It's hard to describe.
I think my writing style has changed. It's become a lot less formal. I kind of blame Saint Iggy for my increasing use of run-ons and whatnot. But I use excessive commas.
I'm beginning to think I'm just coming up with new things to type about so I don't have to go back to that goddamn review.