pelementary, py pear patson
God, social networking websites really bore the shit out of me sometimes. Considering my growing intolerance of my peers, I don't understand why I haven't just deleted all my accounts. I guess to stay in contact with people, but I barely want to talk to any of them anyway. Whatever.
I trekked to the library at the main high-school campus in search of Sherlock Holmes books. To my luck, I found The Complete Sherlock Holmes, which contains (as written on the cover) all four novels and all fifty-six adventures. It's a pretty big book and the text is pretty small. It's somewhat intimidating. But my plan is to read one book per day, and so far it's working out nicely. I read A Study In Scarlet today as soon as I got home, and only just finished it at about 8:30pm. It was good. Put me in a good mood, somehow. But a big chunk of it was just kind of a chore to read, 'cause it was just back-story shit. But I guess it's necessary.
Our newest assignment in Creative Writing is to write children's books! It's pretty exciting but also kind of makes me nervous, because I'm thinking to myself, "What sort of book would I want my own kids, or the kids of people I like, to read?" And all my ideas so far seem kind of ridiculous. I have this one about a cat who wants to get on the clog-dancing team, and people seem to like it but it just kind of bores me. If I was a little kid, I don't know that I would read it. I'd be like "OOH SAILOR MOON" and go read that. LOLZ. Oh god.
I just thought of something. No specific situation brought it up, but. When I'm angry about something, I keep quiet about it. And then people get angry about me for being quiet and not ranting and raving and making a fool of myself. For the sake of expression, yes, I'm sure exploding about something is very handy, but I'm a brat, see. Or at least I see myself as one. So when I'm angry about something, it's likely going to be something ridiculous and easily solved and selfish and completely out of proportion on my part. So I don't want to yell about it, because it will only make me seem worse. So, what should I do? Scream incoherently and sound like a piece of shit, or sizzle quietly and get scolded for it? Ultimately, the answer should be "who gives a fuck? do whatever" but. there you go. It's not even a big deal I guess. But, I can't win either way, you know? Oh well.
Also, it seems I've been offending a girl in my English class. I thought we were a pretty open-minded bunch, but I guess not. Our warm-up was to write captions for little pictures, and the picture was of a boy standing in the doorway with a squid thing sticking out of his mouth, and his mother standing inside with a disapproving look on her face. My caption was ""I told you to stop practicing sucking dick while underwater!"" My english teacher was reading them aloud and went "I told you to stop practi- WHAT!!!" but it was up on the projector anyway, and it actually seemed to be quite a hit. But the teacher insisted that someone MUST be offended, and asked anyone who was offended to raise their hand. A girl did. I felt bad. CURSE THE GUILT I HAVE FOR BEING PROFANE
MY THIGHS ARE KILLING ME FROM FITNESS TRAINING TODAY. Jesus Marie Christ. It hurts to kneel. Luckily I've been in bed while doing my reading, so it's all good.
But yeah, getting into one of those slumps. It's comin' on pretty strong. Bored, too. HELP ME OUT, SHERLOCK. LOL <3
I trekked to the library at the main high-school campus in search of Sherlock Holmes books. To my luck, I found The Complete Sherlock Holmes, which contains (as written on the cover) all four novels and all fifty-six adventures. It's a pretty big book and the text is pretty small. It's somewhat intimidating. But my plan is to read one book per day, and so far it's working out nicely. I read A Study In Scarlet today as soon as I got home, and only just finished it at about 8:30pm. It was good. Put me in a good mood, somehow. But a big chunk of it was just kind of a chore to read, 'cause it was just back-story shit. But I guess it's necessary.
Our newest assignment in Creative Writing is to write children's books! It's pretty exciting but also kind of makes me nervous, because I'm thinking to myself, "What sort of book would I want my own kids, or the kids of people I like, to read?" And all my ideas so far seem kind of ridiculous. I have this one about a cat who wants to get on the clog-dancing team, and people seem to like it but it just kind of bores me. If I was a little kid, I don't know that I would read it. I'd be like "OOH SAILOR MOON" and go read that. LOLZ. Oh god.
I just thought of something. No specific situation brought it up, but. When I'm angry about something, I keep quiet about it. And then people get angry about me for being quiet and not ranting and raving and making a fool of myself. For the sake of expression, yes, I'm sure exploding about something is very handy, but I'm a brat, see. Or at least I see myself as one. So when I'm angry about something, it's likely going to be something ridiculous and easily solved and selfish and completely out of proportion on my part. So I don't want to yell about it, because it will only make me seem worse. So, what should I do? Scream incoherently and sound like a piece of shit, or sizzle quietly and get scolded for it? Ultimately, the answer should be "who gives a fuck? do whatever" but. there you go. It's not even a big deal I guess. But, I can't win either way, you know? Oh well.
Also, it seems I've been offending a girl in my English class. I thought we were a pretty open-minded bunch, but I guess not. Our warm-up was to write captions for little pictures, and the picture was of a boy standing in the doorway with a squid thing sticking out of his mouth, and his mother standing inside with a disapproving look on her face. My caption was ""I told you to stop practicing sucking dick while underwater!"" My english teacher was reading them aloud and went "I told you to stop practi- WHAT!!!" but it was up on the projector anyway, and it actually seemed to be quite a hit. But the teacher insisted that someone MUST be offended, and asked anyone who was offended to raise their hand. A girl did. I felt bad. CURSE THE GUILT I HAVE FOR BEING PROFANE
MY THIGHS ARE KILLING ME FROM FITNESS TRAINING TODAY. Jesus Marie Christ. It hurts to kneel. Luckily I've been in bed while doing my reading, so it's all good.
But yeah, getting into one of those slumps. It's comin' on pretty strong. Bored, too. HELP ME OUT, SHERLOCK. LOL <3