A few things.
1)
I will win. You can play the gender card all you want, but I am going to win. I will be prom queen. Because if you can play the gender card after having harbored a homosexual in your home (claiming it as cool points, later), and flirting with other girls consistently, you deserve to lose. And lose to me. I'm going to win because I am conceited enough to think that people like me better, and know that they do. And if you really wanted to make this a popularity contest, that's just what the fuck it'll be.
Also, just hearing what you'll say to me afterward. Priceless. I can't wait to hear the cliche bullshit you try to tell yourself, and your friends.
2)
I GOT ON THE PROCTORED TEST LIST.
I WILL GRADUATE, I WILL.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
A To-Do List?
A quick to-do list, I suppose.
... I think I'm going to bed early, and waking up early.
I wish that I could write until my fingers bled, and my heart stopped beating, because it would be more like feeling,
than right now,
where I just stare blankly at myself in the mirror, waiting to be beautiful.
Waiting to matter.
And that's where it goes downhill, because what I don't realize, is that I'm just as awesome as I say, just as awesome as I say I'm pretending to be.
But I wish I could feel.
- Review the synopses of Pride&Prejudice, The Portrait of Dorian Grey, A Doll's House, The Bluest Eye, Catcher in the Rye, Macbeth, and The Tempest via Sparknotes
- Work on scholarships (cry)
- Schedule overnight orientation for honors program at the U
- Sign up for housing at Fort Douglas
- Take tour of housing at Fort Douglas
- Do chemistry research on carbon dating
- Finish posters for seniors
- Find a way to weasle my way back into the literary magazine
- Draw some sketches of newspaper website
- 6.4, 6.5 for Trigonometry
- Memorize 60 trig functions by Thursday
- Learn how to do trig (cry)
- Get on proctored test list
- Take proctored Fin. Lit test (EXTREME CRY)
- Get senior pictures
- Talk to community member (epic fail)
- Call Andrew
- Talk to Mr. McFall
- Sell Pikachu hats
- Go shopping for Prom King outfit
- Turn in make-up workouts for ILA
... I think I'm going to bed early, and waking up early.
I wish that I could write until my fingers bled, and my heart stopped beating, because it would be more like feeling,
than right now,
where I just stare blankly at myself in the mirror, waiting to be beautiful.
Waiting to matter.
And that's where it goes downhill, because what I don't realize, is that I'm just as awesome as I say, just as awesome as I say I'm pretending to be.
But I wish I could feel.
How to deal with disappointment..
I actually don't know how to deal with it.
However, when you're honest with someone about your feelings, and what they may or may not have done to you personally, or something that you're working toward, and the next time you see them, they've taken the reigns of the project that you've been working together on for the fourth year in a row, what is this supposed to say?
That they also do not wish to talk to you for awhile?
That your character has forever been mawled by the happenings that caused the harsh feelings?
THAT because I am honest with you about my feelings, for the first time in for ever, I am suddenly not the person that I was before.
Fuck responsibilty, apparently. Fuck character development.
Dear you,
I can, apparently, do nothing right for you anymore.
That hurts.
Thanks for the update, however, on taking over the literary magazine.
I even saved it for you, from someone else.
The conferences, the staff members.
The ideals, the goals.
The focus groups.
All the years that we worked together, and suddenly, I'm not good enough to even help work on it.
Thanks.
Thank you very much.
I'm glad that you can take that away from me, too.
Not just my comfortability, and security in that I have a voice.
-Claire
PS You probably don't know who you are, if you will ever read this.
But it seems like everything I do these day is equivalent to, "thanks for the fuck, here's your money, now get out."
However, when you're honest with someone about your feelings, and what they may or may not have done to you personally, or something that you're working toward, and the next time you see them, they've taken the reigns of the project that you've been working together on for the fourth year in a row, what is this supposed to say?
That they also do not wish to talk to you for awhile?
That your character has forever been mawled by the happenings that caused the harsh feelings?
THAT because I am honest with you about my feelings, for the first time in for ever, I am suddenly not the person that I was before.
Fuck responsibilty, apparently. Fuck character development.
Dear you,
I can, apparently, do nothing right for you anymore.
That hurts.
Thanks for the update, however, on taking over the literary magazine.
I even saved it for you, from someone else.
The conferences, the staff members.
The ideals, the goals.
The focus groups.
All the years that we worked together, and suddenly, I'm not good enough to even help work on it.
Thanks.
Thank you very much.
I'm glad that you can take that away from me, too.
Not just my comfortability, and security in that I have a voice.
-Claire
PS You probably don't know who you are, if you will ever read this.
But it seems like everything I do these day is equivalent to, "thanks for the fuck, here's your money, now get out."
Things for seniors to remember... (college corner?)
With a month until graduation, seniors may be experiencing some crunch-time madness, and many have been suffering from senioritis for weeks, months and in extreme cases, years. In the last eighth of the year (also known as the bit of school left after fourth quarter midterms), grades, citizenship, and attendance can suffer.
Seniors should know, however, that they are on the home stretch- running toward home plate a million miles an hour, but the risk of striking out is great. Even failing your fourth quarter classes will keep a student from graduating.
The seniors have gone through thirteen years of an institution that has continually screwed them over, taken away their rights, and bored them with long lectures on "how to survive the real world" and "you better get that grade back up." Even the most focused feel the end approaching, as Stirling Miller has said on occasion, "I know I should do it [my homework] but every weekend I put it off." And although, this institution of education has been a harsh disciplinarian, some of them will be bereft due to its absence after May 27th.
Take some time out of your day to hug a senior.
Amidst all of the raging senioritis, there are some things the seniors need to remember:
First and foremost, do not forget to take the ACT or the SAT if you have not already done so.
Second, Mrs. Taylor, and Mrs. Kidd have some events planned for you. On April 28th, Mrs. Kidd is taking the seniors to the library to find a children's book that will be read by a group of seniors at the graduation ceremony. On May 20th, Mrs. Taylor is taking the seniors for a photo-op at Beus Pond, which will be accompanied by a pizza picnic. She also has a picture package for interested seniors (and their parents) to buy.
Third, seniors need to pick up their graduation tickets, and submit their school of choice (whether it be state university, technical college, or massage school), and their desired major.
Finally, the seniors should become aware of the events occurring on the last week of school - just so that they can be prepared, and for some, plan to skip accordingly.
Monday, May 25th - No school. Memorial Weekend.
Tuesday, May 26th - Senior check-out day, Senior barbecue, Yearbook stomp
Wednesday, May 27th - Juniors serve the seniors breakfast, practice graduation, 5:30 PM Seniors do a run-through of the ceremony at the Union Station, 7:00 PM the Graduation Ceremony, 10:30 PM All-Night Graduation Party.
Thursday, May 28th - Last day of school (Yearbook day)
Keep on running, seniors!
Seniors should know, however, that they are on the home stretch- running toward home plate a million miles an hour, but the risk of striking out is great. Even failing your fourth quarter classes will keep a student from graduating.
The seniors have gone through thirteen years of an institution that has continually screwed them over, taken away their rights, and bored them with long lectures on "how to survive the real world" and "you better get that grade back up." Even the most focused feel the end approaching, as Stirling Miller has said on occasion, "I know I should do it [my homework] but every weekend I put it off." And although, this institution of education has been a harsh disciplinarian, some of them will be bereft due to its absence after May 27th.
Take some time out of your day to hug a senior.
Amidst all of the raging senioritis, there are some things the seniors need to remember:
First and foremost, do not forget to take the ACT or the SAT if you have not already done so.
Second, Mrs. Taylor, and Mrs. Kidd have some events planned for you. On April 28th, Mrs. Kidd is taking the seniors to the library to find a children's book that will be read by a group of seniors at the graduation ceremony. On May 20th, Mrs. Taylor is taking the seniors for a photo-op at Beus Pond, which will be accompanied by a pizza picnic. She also has a picture package for interested seniors (and their parents) to buy.
Third, seniors need to pick up their graduation tickets, and submit their school of choice (whether it be state university, technical college, or massage school), and their desired major.
Finally, the seniors should become aware of the events occurring on the last week of school - just so that they can be prepared, and for some, plan to skip accordingly.
Monday, May 25th - No school. Memorial Weekend.
Tuesday, May 26th - Senior check-out day, Senior barbecue, Yearbook stomp
Wednesday, May 27th - Juniors serve the seniors breakfast, practice graduation, 5:30 PM Seniors do a run-through of the ceremony at the Union Station, 7:00 PM the Graduation Ceremony, 10:30 PM All-Night Graduation Party.
Thursday, May 28th - Last day of school (Yearbook day)
Keep on running, seniors!
Friday, April 24, 2009
Music Meme - Typing practice
((Put your music library on shuffle. Post the first lines of the first 25 songs that come up.))
Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to? There are places I remember, all my life. At night I hear it creeping, at night I feel it move. Shot memory, and a fucked up mind, can't remember what I left behind. Dreamer. You know you are a dreamer. Well, can you put your hands in your head? I kept the right ones out, and let the wrong ones in. High above the mucky much, castle made of clouds, there sits Wonder Boy, sitting oh so proudly. What have I done? Where have I come from? It's been a long time. Restless tonight, 'cause I wasted the light, between both these times, I drew a really thin line. I am bottled, fizzy water, and you are shaking me up. She's not a girl who misses much. Everybody's talking to computers. Let the bodies hit the floor. We've got to win the war on drugs for the sake of our society. I'm just a normal boy who sank when I fell overboard. Hope dangles on a string, like slow spinning redemption. Met a girl, over the net, saved our chats on a floppy diskette. I'm tugging at my hair, I'm pulling at my clothes. Just hear me out, if it's not perfect, I'll perfect it until my heart explodes. Your heart's beating around the clock, time ticking away, it doesn't stop. I can't stand to fly, I'm not naive. This is my December, this is my time of the year. Now if you need me, call me. Finally, I figured out what took a long long time.
If you want to take a stab at guessing where all of these lines are from, you should know that each different song is marked by the bolded letter. Try not to depend on Google, he's a great guy and all, but I think that's a bit of cheating. Also, there is only one Pokemon song. So heh.
Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to? There are places I remember, all my life. At night I hear it creeping, at night I feel it move. Shot memory, and a fucked up mind, can't remember what I left behind. Dreamer. You know you are a dreamer. Well, can you put your hands in your head? I kept the right ones out, and let the wrong ones in. High above the mucky much, castle made of clouds, there sits Wonder Boy, sitting oh so proudly. What have I done? Where have I come from? It's been a long time. Restless tonight, 'cause I wasted the light, between both these times, I drew a really thin line. I am bottled, fizzy water, and you are shaking me up. She's not a girl who misses much. Everybody's talking to computers. Let the bodies hit the floor. We've got to win the war on drugs for the sake of our society. I'm just a normal boy who sank when I fell overboard. Hope dangles on a string, like slow spinning redemption. Met a girl, over the net, saved our chats on a floppy diskette. I'm tugging at my hair, I'm pulling at my clothes. Just hear me out, if it's not perfect, I'll perfect it until my heart explodes. Your heart's beating around the clock, time ticking away, it doesn't stop. I can't stand to fly, I'm not naive. This is my December, this is my time of the year. Now if you need me, call me. Finally, I figured out what took a long long time.
If you want to take a stab at guessing where all of these lines are from, you should know that each different song is marked by the bolded letter. Try not to depend on Google, he's a great guy and all, but I think that's a bit of cheating. Also, there is only one Pokemon song. So heh.
ZOMG IN A BOX. (intro post for fails)
Okay.
So this is Claire, the all-around, intimidating senior on camp(us), chump news reporter, yearbook copy writer, Pokemon master.
I am a cancerous sheep, out with the electric triangles, waiting in the wings with my cartoon junkies and LIT floozies. I love me some vegetable tempura, non-shiitake, with the tempura sauce. But no, seriously.
I'm graduating this year. This is my first time with the paper, and the yearbook.
Every year I hear people say to me, "ZOMG, WE'RE SO NOT MEETING OUR DEADLINES AND THIS IS SO STRESSFUL SO I WILL BELITTLE YOUR WORK ON LITERARY MAGAZINE AND EVERYTHING ELSE YOU DO AT DAVINCI BECAUSE YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND MY YEARBOOK PAINZ." This is for you, publications burnouts. I don't understand your yearbook pains. I can write copy and make color boxes. And B.S. layout until my eyes fall out.
And I'm chief editor of the literary magazine. Suck it.
...Just kidding.
This is pretty unprofessional.
That's why it's an introduction.
Are you still here? Hang up and try your call, again.
In other news, the Suncrest Service Unit's Summer Carnival is now selling tickets. Do you have any younger sibblings who enjoy pointless carnival games? Do you enjoy pointless carnival games? Are you interested in girl scouts but not a girl scout?
I can hook you up.
(shameless plug)
In other other news, I need to get rid of girl scout cookies.
Anyway, I'm outz.
So this is Claire, the all-around, intimidating senior on camp(us), chump news reporter, yearbook copy writer, Pokemon master.
I am a cancerous sheep, out with the electric triangles, waiting in the wings with my cartoon junkies and LIT floozies. I love me some vegetable tempura, non-shiitake, with the tempura sauce. But no, seriously.
I'm graduating this year. This is my first time with the paper, and the yearbook.
Every year I hear people say to me, "ZOMG, WE'RE SO NOT MEETING OUR DEADLINES AND THIS IS SO STRESSFUL SO I WILL BELITTLE YOUR WORK ON LITERARY MAGAZINE AND EVERYTHING ELSE YOU DO AT DAVINCI BECAUSE YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND MY YEARBOOK PAINZ." This is for you, publications burnouts. I don't understand your yearbook pains. I can write copy and make color boxes. And B.S. layout until my eyes fall out.
And I'm chief editor of the literary magazine. Suck it.
...Just kidding.
This is pretty unprofessional.
That's why it's an introduction.
Are you still here? Hang up and try your call, again.
In other news, the Suncrest Service Unit's Summer Carnival is now selling tickets. Do you have any younger sibblings who enjoy pointless carnival games? Do you enjoy pointless carnival games? Are you interested in girl scouts but not a girl scout?
I can hook you up.
(shameless plug)
In other other news, I need to get rid of girl scout cookies.
Anyway, I'm outz.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
This is the lyrical representation of my proactive reaction to the administration and ensuing government:
... And maybe it isn't mature, or comprehensive. But get a clue.
Simple Plan - Shut Up
You'll never stop me
Nothing you say today
Is gonna bring me down
Is gonna bring me down
Will never bring me down
Don't tell me who I should be
And don't try to tell me what's right for me
Don't tell me what I should do
I don't wanna waste my time
I'll watch you fade away
Linkin Park - Meteora
I am what you never wanna say
but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do
I can't convince you for once just to hear me out
So I let go watching you
turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got
The Majestic Twelve - American Rage
I've listened to all of your nonsense
I've tried to make sense of it
It's left me broke and bleeding
Slow burn, American Rage
I take the hours they give me
My wife sleeps all alone
My son, he barely knows me
I am American Rage
My father sweat oil in a flat field
My mother taught children in school
We fought, and saved, and prayed
We bleed American Rage
I work every second I'm breathing
I'm on the clock every second I'm alive
But still I'm slowly sinking
I am American Rage
I'll be right behind you in your dreams, dear -
I'll be right behind you in your nightmare
Simple Plan - Shut Up
You'll never stop me
Nothing you say today
Is gonna bring me down
Is gonna bring me down
Will never bring me down
Don't tell me who I should be
And don't try to tell me what's right for me
Don't tell me what I should do
I don't wanna waste my time
I'll watch you fade away
Linkin Park - Meteora
I am what you never wanna say
but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do
I can't convince you for once just to hear me out
So I let go watching you
turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got
The Majestic Twelve - American Rage
I've listened to all of your nonsense
I've tried to make sense of it
It's left me broke and bleeding
Slow burn, American Rage
I take the hours they give me
My wife sleeps all alone
My son, he barely knows me
I am American Rage
My father sweat oil in a flat field
My mother taught children in school
We fought, and saved, and prayed
We bleed American Rage
I work every second I'm breathing
I'm on the clock every second I'm alive
But still I'm slowly sinking
I am American Rage
I'll be right behind you in your dreams, dear -
I'll be right behind you in your nightmare
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
