I forgot I HAD this for a while... I only remembered because Maddy posted on Twitter that she'd updated her blog, and OH SHIT GOTTA FOLLOW MADDY'S LEAD. /noballs
I'm sick today, and for some reason, the urge to rip out my own throat whenever I speak is a great motivator for updating poetry and blogs and reading and whatnot. I'm also thinking about watching Heathers later because I have a decidedly hipster taste in movies. I can't help it that Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind was so gooooood. Ali says I can't judge her for liking the Twilight series when I so want to see Perks of Being a Wallflower, though. Le sigh.
Speaking of hipsters, though, I think I took on the MOTHER of all hipster movements for English 11 Honors research paper: third-wave feminism. I believe it's still relevant to modern society, but has a lot of work to do if any major social change is to be accomplished. I got reaaaaally into my research last night and compiled sources from the time I got home 'till eleven, and even then, it didn't exactly feel complete. It's just such a vast and sometimes disorganized movement, and it's difficult to find recent accredited sources studying certain major aspects of it, like its various stances on pornography and the willing sex industry as opposed to sex trafficking. I don't think any of my classmates besides Lauren, Aprylle, and possibly Jake (he just seems like he would know the most random things about everything) would notice if I wasn't incredibly thorough in my research, but I am a perfectionist.
The next two and a half weeks are going to be so stressful because I've begun attending rehearsals for The King and I, our formerly-fall-but-now-early-December-thanks-to-two-weeks-of-no-power musical, and I'll start actually stage managing whenever I'm not dying of illness; I have several madrigals performances; The King and I runs the 4th-6th, the madrigal dinners are the 7th and 8th, the research paper is due the 12th (and there are step-specific due dates), presentations are the 13th, and the 14th is Darian's birthday (don't get me started on Darian [oh um yeah boy from Governor's School for the Arts that I went to in July and told you nothing about]) and the madrigal trip to Pittsburgh to perform in Benedum. I don't even know what's happening on the 15th yet because no one's given me definite plans. And in between all this, I need to Christmas shop eventually. I would go this weekend, but Colby is coming over so that we can attend our director's summer theatre company's gala-thingie. I've attempted to cast off parts of the emotional drama that has plagued me for the last two months, but now I also have my body to nourish back to health. Thanks, body. Really appreciate it.
There is so much potential here for me to die,
Andrea!! <3
P.S. -- On the upside, I've finally begun writing again! I haven't produced anything too thorough since leaving GSA at the end of July, but I'm getting back in the swing of things. Lauren urged me to enter Creative Communication's Poetic Power contest that she and Fox were published in last year, so I've been thinking about an entry for that. I'm actually pretty confident about it; attending GSA really showed me that in spite of how I cut myself down in so many aspects of my life and personality, I'm a capable poet (wow that sounds emo Y'KNOW WHAT FUCK YOU I'M GONNA BE THE BEST EMO KID WRITER YOU EVER SAW).
Showing posts with label English class. Show all posts
Showing posts with label English class. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Wednesday, Lacking in its Usual Misery
I believe my dad's philosophy on life is "Whatever doesn't kill you is absolutely delicious." I can't think of a food he doesn't love, outside of shellfish. 'Cause that would kill him. (Not a summary.)
I went to Links today, and Tasha said to Jacob: "Kara said you do." As the resident snoop and person-that-hits-on-everything,-and-by-everything-I-mean-especially-Jacob, I have made it my personal business to discover just what Jacob is doing that Tasha refuses to tell me about. She said it was "inappropriate." I really hope she doesn't believe that will deter me. It merely drives me crazy! She somehow implied that he was with someone. My reaction was to point at him and make incoherent noises until I could ask who he was whoring around with. Tasha claimed it was himself, but I believe that's too obvious an answer (then again, he is the "good" one out of all of us. Maybe excluding Rhea in decency, but definitely the most innocent). Then Megan joined in, and it became too chaotic to decipher anything. Somehow she interpreted that Jacob takes it up the butt.
I'm pretty sure that's not what Tasha was talking about; however, as she hasn't shown herself on Facebook for me to nag her until I discover this lovely little tidbit of information, it can't be ruled out.
I've actually done a good majority of my homework tonight, aside from I can never bring myself to write the journals for English. I really just have no desire to contemplate the implications of humans suddenly growing two thumbs on each hand. Lauren was distraught over how this would result in a lack of middle finger, whereas Matt was confused out of his mind. He spent a good amount of time yelling "IMPOSSIBRU!!" and questioning everybody in the immediate area. I just assumed that there was a lot of inbreeding going on.
Ms. S: "Well, think about the state of the ozone, the state of the environment and surrounding pollution, the state of technology..."
Lauren: "...Not to mention the state we're in....."
Ah, good ol' West Virginia. But I wasn't the only one. Casey, this guy who sits across the room and says some of the most ridiculously entertaining things sometimes tried to offer an explanation to the class at one point:
"Okay. So take a brother and a sister, and another brother and sister. Then one brother gets with the sister, and the other gets with the other, then THEIR kids have kids, and then their daughter's a WHORE!!!"
Ms. S then went on to pretend he said "horror," as Casey is one of the least discreet people I've ever encountered. He's also so clueless sometimes that it's hilarious, but I think it may be a case of obfuscating stupidity.
Since we're currently reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn in there as well, we had previously had a class discussion about our "adventures" with our childhood "gangs." I sat in the corner and inconspicuously ate beef and broccoli, because I was an antisocial child who lived in the town with a grand population of ten, and therefore had no stories. I guess Casey managed to give himself a concussion or something, Lauren tried to sled her younger sister into the "abyss" (then left her there, because, in Lauren's words "I tried to push her, but she was too heavy!"), aaaand Chris and Abbie somehow sledded off Chris's garage using cookie tins. That last one perplexes me.... How did they not die? My older sister was the more adventurous of the two of us, I think. I, obviously, spend way too much time on the computer to be adventurous.
It snowed like crazy earlier (and guess what idiot wore a miniskirt and thigh-highs instead of, oh, maybe PANTS!?), so I'm hoping for a two-hour delay tomorrow. A snow day is doubtful, and nobody else wants on, 'cause if we only have one more, then we'll be released from school in May. I don't care either way, but everybody else seems to.
Cross your fingers so I can get more sleep,
Andrea! <3
I went to Links today, and Tasha said to Jacob: "Kara said you do." As the resident snoop and person-that-hits-on-everything,-and-by-everything-I-mean-especially-Jacob, I have made it my personal business to discover just what Jacob is doing that Tasha refuses to tell me about. She said it was "inappropriate." I really hope she doesn't believe that will deter me. It merely drives me crazy! She somehow implied that he was with someone. My reaction was to point at him and make incoherent noises until I could ask who he was whoring around with. Tasha claimed it was himself, but I believe that's too obvious an answer (then again, he is the "good" one out of all of us. Maybe excluding Rhea in decency, but definitely the most innocent). Then Megan joined in, and it became too chaotic to decipher anything. Somehow she interpreted that Jacob takes it up the butt.
I'm pretty sure that's not what Tasha was talking about; however, as she hasn't shown herself on Facebook for me to nag her until I discover this lovely little tidbit of information, it can't be ruled out.
I've actually done a good majority of my homework tonight, aside from I can never bring myself to write the journals for English. I really just have no desire to contemplate the implications of humans suddenly growing two thumbs on each hand. Lauren was distraught over how this would result in a lack of middle finger, whereas Matt was confused out of his mind. He spent a good amount of time yelling "IMPOSSIBRU!!" and questioning everybody in the immediate area. I just assumed that there was a lot of inbreeding going on.
Ms. S: "Well, think about the state of the ozone, the state of the environment and surrounding pollution, the state of technology..."
Lauren: "...Not to mention the state we're in....."
Ah, good ol' West Virginia. But I wasn't the only one. Casey, this guy who sits across the room and says some of the most ridiculously entertaining things sometimes tried to offer an explanation to the class at one point:
"Okay. So take a brother and a sister, and another brother and sister. Then one brother gets with the sister, and the other gets with the other, then THEIR kids have kids, and then their daughter's a WHORE!!!"
Ms. S then went on to pretend he said "horror," as Casey is one of the least discreet people I've ever encountered. He's also so clueless sometimes that it's hilarious, but I think it may be a case of obfuscating stupidity.
Since we're currently reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn in there as well, we had previously had a class discussion about our "adventures" with our childhood "gangs." I sat in the corner and inconspicuously ate beef and broccoli, because I was an antisocial child who lived in the town with a grand population of ten, and therefore had no stories. I guess Casey managed to give himself a concussion or something, Lauren tried to sled her younger sister into the "abyss" (then left her there, because, in Lauren's words "I tried to push her, but she was too heavy!"), aaaand Chris and Abbie somehow sledded off Chris's garage using cookie tins. That last one perplexes me.... How did they not die? My older sister was the more adventurous of the two of us, I think. I, obviously, spend way too much time on the computer to be adventurous.
It snowed like crazy earlier (and guess what idiot wore a miniskirt and thigh-highs instead of, oh, maybe PANTS!?), so I'm hoping for a two-hour delay tomorrow. A snow day is doubtful, and nobody else wants on, 'cause if we only have one more, then we'll be released from school in May. I don't care either way, but everybody else seems to.
Cross your fingers so I can get more sleep,
Andrea! <3
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