Doo doo, dodododododoooo, doo dododoooo doo dododooo...
I have been ridiculously busy. I should not be busy. But I am. 'Tis very strange.
Also! I have finished typing up Chapter One of Silver Chain, which is what I started for NaNoWriMo last year, also known as the only thing I've thought about for longer than a week for...damn, I think it's three years now. I NEED TO FINISH THIS BOOK. I am on Chapter Twenty-Three right now, about 300 pages in (I have no idea how many words, other than more than 80k), but there were requests to read (and hopefully edit) the first parts without having to struggle through last year's rushed NaNo handwriting. So I typed it up and printed it out; this also makes it easier for me to edit.
KoL Con was last weekend, here in Phoenix, and it was AWESOME. I went with Shannon, because she has a car and had never been to a con! So we went and spent 20+ dollars at Gameworks, which is kind of a shame SINCE THEY ARE ASSES WHO KICKED ME OUT. Mrr mrr mrr, let's discriminate against PAYING CUSTOMERS just because they are with someone who is under 18! Pshaw.
But Saturday afternoon at the barbecue was fun. I made a sock puppet! And got candy! And signed a strange man's shirt with the first part of a joke! It was fun. BUT NOT AS FUN AS SATURDAY NIGHT. Shannon and I talked to some random diner at Jack-In-The-Box during dinner, and then went to downtown Tempe to look in Hippie Gypsy and read at Border's. A SIDE NOTE: BLEACH VOL. 19 WAS AWESOME, JUST NOW REALIZED 20 IS OUT. MUCH WANT. Stupid cliffhanger endings. AND AFTER THAT. We spent most of the concert on our feet incurably thirsty talking to this nice guy from Tennessee. Not only was he cute, awesome, and funny, he is also majoring in Theatre! What a great guy, you may say. And you would be right.
It was weird, though, because even though we only knew and talked to him for four or five hours, it felt (and kind of still feels) like we had known him for years. Shannon thought the same thing, so it isn't just me being crazy. It is FREAKY PSYCHIC CONNECTIONS. Or maybe sleep deprivation. Could be it.
Cute boy at bowling finagled my phone number two weeks ago. Uses it mostly to annoy me during bowling and text "lol" at random times. Almost the complete truth.
Having to work hard in my classes! I am now very glad that I didn't manage to fit AP History into my schedule as well. I hear that Mr. Maskalenko is a slavedriver, and I really only need one of those. Even though I already have two: Ms. St. John (who can memorize Shakespeare in a week and a half?) and Mr. Decker.
WHICH LEADS NICELY INTO MY RANT. I give TWICE as much effort in and for Decathlon than I do in ANY OTHER TWO CLASSES COMBINED as long as those two classes are not AP English and Drama. I work my ASS off, I actually study, which I have NEVER DONE BEFORE IN MY LIFE in order to get better than a 35 on tests. AND WHAT DO I GET? Even though all my other teachers put down 'excellent progress' on my progress report, Mr. Decker puts down SATISFACTORY PERFORMANCE. Excuse me? Just because I'm not doing as well as your four golden children (all of whom, I might mention, have been in AcaDec for more than three years and every year of their high school career, which gives them a HUGE advantage) doesn't mean I'm not doing as well or better than 70 PERCENT OF THE CLASS. At least 30% of them have also been in the class for at least one year. I HAVE NEVER TAKEN THIS CLASS BEFORE. I do not have the Basic Guides down, or even read in most cases, I have a ton of other shit going on, both academic AND personal (let's not even go into that), I have to memorize all my lines for As You Like It last week, plus I'm still trying to have a personal life, which, fyi, mostly consists of writing and drawing--oh yeah, for my two different clubs, who both rely on me, since the other officers in Drama Club get shit done, and there are no other writers in Sci-Fi Fantasy Anime Art Club, so who gets to help on every story for the comics? OH IT COULDN'T POSSIBLY BE ME. Which is, of course, all excluding sleeping and showering and eating. Not using the rest room, since I'm usually writing or reading my materials in there, sad to say.
AND YET I STILL MANAGE 'A'S IN ALL MY CLASSES, NOT JUMPING AT ANYONE'S THROAT, AND 30'S OR BETTER ON THE TESTS IN ACADEC.
But no, I'm not trying hard enough. Thanks, Mr. Decker. I appreciate that.
Also (yes, there is still ranting left after that. Ain't I something? I applaud anyone who managed to read even most of that without wanting to throttle me.) Also, Greg is kind of still hopelessly in love with me (shudder) and trying very hard to deny this to himself (admittedly, he is doing a better job hiding it than last year) and--get this--trying to get back together with me. I have come so scarily close to actually telling him that, while I did go out with him and mess around with him some before, I honestly do not like him that way, and am not sure I ever really did. I like him as a friend, and am attracted to him, but that is certainly no basis for any relationship much beyond friendship.
In semi-related news, Lamar is also, I believe, attracted to Greg. AND GREG IS COMING WITH US TO UTAH AHAHA. I died laughing when I realized that probably meant they were going to have to share a hotel room. AHAHAHAHA.
Also, I hate organized religion. Damn Jazlin was raised religiously, so while she has managed to throw that off enough to read, write, and illustrate slash yaoi, she still has hang ups about dating another girl. Thus I have no girlfriend.
Organized religion has never been kind to me, but none less so than right now.
On the plus side, Sophie will probably be coming to visit in January! Yay for her parents loving me!
Okay, tired and empty of rants now. To bed. After a glass of water.
Also! I have finished typing up Chapter One of Silver Chain, which is what I started for NaNoWriMo last year, also known as the only thing I've thought about for longer than a week for...damn, I think it's three years now. I NEED TO FINISH THIS BOOK. I am on Chapter Twenty-Three right now, about 300 pages in (I have no idea how many words, other than more than 80k), but there were requests to read (and hopefully edit) the first parts without having to struggle through last year's rushed NaNo handwriting. So I typed it up and printed it out; this also makes it easier for me to edit.
KoL Con was last weekend, here in Phoenix, and it was AWESOME. I went with Shannon, because she has a car and had never been to a con! So we went and spent 20+ dollars at Gameworks, which is kind of a shame SINCE THEY ARE ASSES WHO KICKED ME OUT. Mrr mrr mrr, let's discriminate against PAYING CUSTOMERS just because they are with someone who is under 18! Pshaw.
But Saturday afternoon at the barbecue was fun. I made a sock puppet! And got candy! And signed a strange man's shirt with the first part of a joke! It was fun. BUT NOT AS FUN AS SATURDAY NIGHT. Shannon and I talked to some random diner at Jack-In-The-Box during dinner, and then went to downtown Tempe to look in Hippie Gypsy and read at Border's. A SIDE NOTE: BLEACH VOL. 19 WAS AWESOME, JUST NOW REALIZED 20 IS OUT. MUCH WANT. Stupid cliffhanger endings. AND AFTER THAT. We spent most of the concert on our feet incurably thirsty talking to this nice guy from Tennessee. Not only was he cute, awesome, and funny, he is also majoring in Theatre! What a great guy, you may say. And you would be right.
It was weird, though, because even though we only knew and talked to him for four or five hours, it felt (and kind of still feels) like we had known him for years. Shannon thought the same thing, so it isn't just me being crazy. It is FREAKY PSYCHIC CONNECTIONS. Or maybe sleep deprivation. Could be it.
Cute boy at bowling finagled my phone number two weeks ago. Uses it mostly to annoy me during bowling and text "lol" at random times. Almost the complete truth.
Having to work hard in my classes! I am now very glad that I didn't manage to fit AP History into my schedule as well. I hear that Mr. Maskalenko is a slavedriver, and I really only need one of those. Even though I already have two: Ms. St. John (who can memorize Shakespeare in a week and a half?) and Mr. Decker.
WHICH LEADS NICELY INTO MY RANT. I give TWICE as much effort in and for Decathlon than I do in ANY OTHER TWO CLASSES COMBINED as long as those two classes are not AP English and Drama. I work my ASS off, I actually study, which I have NEVER DONE BEFORE IN MY LIFE in order to get better than a 35 on tests. AND WHAT DO I GET? Even though all my other teachers put down 'excellent progress' on my progress report, Mr. Decker puts down SATISFACTORY PERFORMANCE. Excuse me? Just because I'm not doing as well as your four golden children (all of whom, I might mention, have been in AcaDec for more than three years and every year of their high school career, which gives them a HUGE advantage) doesn't mean I'm not doing as well or better than 70 PERCENT OF THE CLASS. At least 30% of them have also been in the class for at least one year. I HAVE NEVER TAKEN THIS CLASS BEFORE. I do not have the Basic Guides down, or even read in most cases, I have a ton of other shit going on, both academic AND personal (let's not even go into that), I have to memorize all my lines for As You Like It last week, plus I'm still trying to have a personal life, which, fyi, mostly consists of writing and drawing--oh yeah, for my two different clubs, who both rely on me, since the other officers in Drama Club get shit done, and there are no other writers in Sci-Fi Fantasy Anime Art Club, so who gets to help on every story for the comics? OH IT COULDN'T POSSIBLY BE ME. Which is, of course, all excluding sleeping and showering and eating. Not using the rest room, since I'm usually writing or reading my materials in there, sad to say.
AND YET I STILL MANAGE 'A'S IN ALL MY CLASSES, NOT JUMPING AT ANYONE'S THROAT, AND 30'S OR BETTER ON THE TESTS IN ACADEC.
But no, I'm not trying hard enough. Thanks, Mr. Decker. I appreciate that.
Also (yes, there is still ranting left after that. Ain't I something? I applaud anyone who managed to read even most of that without wanting to throttle me.) Also, Greg is kind of still hopelessly in love with me (shudder) and trying very hard to deny this to himself (admittedly, he is doing a better job hiding it than last year) and--get this--trying to get back together with me. I have come so scarily close to actually telling him that, while I did go out with him and mess around with him some before, I honestly do not like him that way, and am not sure I ever really did. I like him as a friend, and am attracted to him, but that is certainly no basis for any relationship much beyond friendship.
In semi-related news, Lamar is also, I believe, attracted to Greg. AND GREG IS COMING WITH US TO UTAH AHAHA. I died laughing when I realized that probably meant they were going to have to share a hotel room. AHAHAHAHA.
Also, I hate organized religion. Damn Jazlin was raised religiously, so while she has managed to throw that off enough to read, write, and illustrate slash yaoi, she still has hang ups about dating another girl. Thus I have no girlfriend.
Organized religion has never been kind to me, but none less so than right now.
On the plus side, Sophie will probably be coming to visit in January! Yay for her parents loving me!
Okay, tired and empty of rants now. To bed. After a glass of water.