I need a hero... no, I need a robot...
I only use posting as an excuse to not get off the computer.
:D not really. I do care about you guys. The... four people who read my blog. Maybe five.
I'm just a little over my head so I decided to dump on here what all has happened, for you, my Delaware friends.
So I've finally started to create a digital painting that might actually be good quality and that I'm committed to working on, unlike most of my A.D.H.D. artwork. What a wonderful boost to my self-esteem.
And on Monday, in Expository writing, we walked over to Bracken library to look up articles for our papers. Lovely. That class is so painful- there are 8 other kids in there. All sophomores. I feel really alienated from the rest of my grade. They don't want to work, and it's SILENT in there. So there we were in Bracken , and I know the place well, so I got all my articles. When I decide to print them out, some college student decides to print her ENTIRE paper before me. And then I'm late, and my class leaves me at Bracken. What a great way to spend my first day of being 15. So I panic and sprint back to Burris and actually make it in time, but meet the principal on the way back. I nearly died. But, I made it to my Japanese class on time, got an A on the chapter test, and was not held accountable in any way. My teacher trusts me.
Well thanks. What a big help.
And I've got way too much AP homework to do, and U.S. History is really, really bugging me. If they can't be grammatically correct when speaking and writing, then I can't respect them with everything they might deserve. That's just the way I work. (Caryn, Sara, you might not get that bit. It's okay. You know how grumpy I get when I don't like teachers.)
And to top it all off, John Shideler asked me out today.
Oh My G-d.
All I could think was "Crap, what to say?" He wasn't being sarcastic. He was very honest about it. I fumbled my way through laughing and asking "where," and explaining that I was kinda busy. Why does it always happen that, whenever I have a friend that I could never comprehend dating, they ask me out? I don't want to offend them. I'd be perfectly fine going places with them and doing things together. But "Going out" means to me, "I'd like it of we become boyfriend and girlfriend because I have a strong attraction to you and I hope/think you do, too. Let's spend time together to see if we actually have a romantic relationship." He's awesome, and so is his brother, and they make class sparkling with wit and sarcasm, but... going out? I'm not sure.
Help me, my girl friends. I think you know more about this than me. One of you would just rip his head off and use it as a battle standard, and the other, would probably... well, I don't know what you would do.
So, I'm going to get my wonderful, glorious homework done. Indiana starts school incredibly early, I believe. It should not be started before we can wear jeans to school. :D
P.S. I've read I, Robot, far too many times for my brain to actually function properly. I love that book so much.
:D not really. I do care about you guys. The... four people who read my blog. Maybe five.
I'm just a little over my head so I decided to dump on here what all has happened, for you, my Delaware friends.
So I've finally started to create a digital painting that might actually be good quality and that I'm committed to working on, unlike most of my A.D.H.D. artwork. What a wonderful boost to my self-esteem.
And on Monday, in Expository writing, we walked over to Bracken library to look up articles for our papers. Lovely. That class is so painful- there are 8 other kids in there. All sophomores. I feel really alienated from the rest of my grade. They don't want to work, and it's SILENT in there. So there we were in Bracken , and I know the place well, so I got all my articles. When I decide to print them out, some college student decides to print her ENTIRE paper before me. And then I'm late, and my class leaves me at Bracken. What a great way to spend my first day of being 15. So I panic and sprint back to Burris and actually make it in time, but meet the principal on the way back. I nearly died. But, I made it to my Japanese class on time, got an A on the chapter test, and was not held accountable in any way. My teacher trusts me.
Well thanks. What a big help.
And I've got way too much AP homework to do, and U.S. History is really, really bugging me. If they can't be grammatically correct when speaking and writing, then I can't respect them with everything they might deserve. That's just the way I work. (Caryn, Sara, you might not get that bit. It's okay. You know how grumpy I get when I don't like teachers.)
And to top it all off, John Shideler asked me out today.
Oh My G-d.
All I could think was "Crap, what to say?" He wasn't being sarcastic. He was very honest about it. I fumbled my way through laughing and asking "where," and explaining that I was kinda busy. Why does it always happen that, whenever I have a friend that I could never comprehend dating, they ask me out? I don't want to offend them. I'd be perfectly fine going places with them and doing things together. But "Going out" means to me, "I'd like it of we become boyfriend and girlfriend because I have a strong attraction to you and I hope/think you do, too. Let's spend time together to see if we actually have a romantic relationship." He's awesome, and so is his brother, and they make class sparkling with wit and sarcasm, but... going out? I'm not sure.
Help me, my girl friends. I think you know more about this than me. One of you would just rip his head off and use it as a battle standard, and the other, would probably... well, I don't know what you would do.
So, I'm going to get my wonderful, glorious homework done. Indiana starts school incredibly early, I believe. It should not be started before we can wear jeans to school. :D
P.S. I've read I, Robot, far too many times for my brain to actually function properly. I love that book so much.