Either way, this is the first real post in a while - you know, besides my angsty posts about life and whatnot. I'd prefer if you just ignored those. It's just me jotting down my thoughts and quite frankly not doing so well with it. Most of the time I just end up getting frustrated and write Gibberish that only makes sense to me. And I have indeed contradicted myself in saying that I would not write about teen angst, when I in fact have. A pat on the back for you, Chelby. Four you, Chelby, you go, Chelby.
The holidays are supposed to be a time of relaxation and avoidance of preoccupation, but that is certainly not what's been going on this week. My teachers have been loading on the work to fit things in before the second marking period progress report (the halfway point, not the report card; we're not there yet, folks) and also to manage to squeeze things in before the week-long break. Which I think we should get off longer for, but I'm not complaining really since we have a Presidents' Day break in February as well.
It kind of sucks to have this stress build up, you know? Especially while I'm supposed to be enjoying myself. Maybe that's why I haven't really been in the Christmas-y mood this year - I've been too distracted to take the time and appreciate it. And it sucks, because now Christmas is only five days away and it still feels like mid-March to me.
Yet it's not like I'm not feeling accomplished at all. I get to experience that burning pain in my thighs that says I worked hard at the lacrosse trainer's on Monday, and hey - I finished Part One of Burn! This is very exciting, since Part Two is very anticipated by myself and my few readers/editors a.k.a. my friends.
Tonight, despite my anti-holidays mood, I went Christmas shopping with my mom and then wrapped gifts as soon as I got home; well, first I talked to my friend from South Carolina on Meebo for a bit but then I went straight to work. I had (still have?) to study for my Diego Velázquez Spanish test tomorrow, where we need to know su biografía, su estilo, y veintisiete de sus obras for a giant test. Which blows. "Clase de honores, babies," in the words of Señora as she gestures to raise the roof/expectations. So here I am, sitting at my desk at 11:04 PM and still studying every little analysis of his works. I've got a Google Doc and my study sheet open, and the ponytail has indeed gone up as of eleven (nobody's going to see me for the rest of tonight anyway).
Yet at the same time I'm also kind of excited for tomorrow, because I have a Creative Writing club meeting which will substitute for lacrosse conditioning, so now I have an excuse not to go to that. In the words of Twitter-ized emoticons and today's technological generation, (y), or *thumbs-up*. And Thursday is also the school's third annual Lit Out Loud (LOL) where our "brothers and sisters" at the Lit Magazine are performing songs, poems, literature, etc. It's like a coffeehouse in the high school cafeteria, so I'd say I'm pretty excited for this.
Then of course there's Friday, the half day when we do nothing. Sarah said she'd bring The Chunker (her mom's old yet professional camera) to school so we could hipster-pic all day long. And after school, I may be going to the city with Mitzi, my sister, and Mitzi's sister Caroline. Fingers crossed that the rest of this week goes well! Maybe I'll even speak to Wonder Boy in English class sometime again.
Until next time, oh pitiful blog.
The holidays are supposed to be a time of relaxation and avoidance of preoccupation, but that is certainly not what's been going on this week. My teachers have been loading on the work to fit things in before the second marking period progress report (the halfway point, not the report card; we're not there yet, folks) and also to manage to squeeze things in before the week-long break. Which I think we should get off longer for, but I'm not complaining really since we have a Presidents' Day break in February as well.
It kind of sucks to have this stress build up, you know? Especially while I'm supposed to be enjoying myself. Maybe that's why I haven't really been in the Christmas-y mood this year - I've been too distracted to take the time and appreciate it. And it sucks, because now Christmas is only five days away and it still feels like mid-March to me.
Yet it's not like I'm not feeling accomplished at all. I get to experience that burning pain in my thighs that says I worked hard at the lacrosse trainer's on Monday, and hey - I finished Part One of Burn! This is very exciting, since Part Two is very anticipated by myself and my few readers/editors a.k.a. my friends.
Tonight, despite my anti-holidays mood, I went Christmas shopping with my mom and then wrapped gifts as soon as I got home; well, first I talked to my friend from South Carolina on Meebo for a bit but then I went straight to work. I had (still have?) to study for my Diego Velázquez Spanish test tomorrow, where we need to know su biografía, su estilo, y veintisiete de sus obras for a giant test. Which blows. "Clase de honores, babies," in the words of Señora as she gestures to raise the roof/expectations. So here I am, sitting at my desk at 11:04 PM and still studying every little analysis of his works. I've got a Google Doc and my study sheet open, and the ponytail has indeed gone up as of eleven (nobody's going to see me for the rest of tonight anyway).
Yet at the same time I'm also kind of excited for tomorrow, because I have a Creative Writing club meeting which will substitute for lacrosse conditioning, so now I have an excuse not to go to that. In the words of Twitter-ized emoticons and today's technological generation, (y), or *thumbs-up*. And Thursday is also the school's third annual Lit Out Loud (LOL) where our "brothers and sisters" at the Lit Magazine are performing songs, poems, literature, etc. It's like a coffeehouse in the high school cafeteria, so I'd say I'm pretty excited for this.
Then of course there's Friday, the half day when we do nothing. Sarah said she'd bring The Chunker (her mom's old yet professional camera) to school so we could hipster-pic all day long. And after school, I may be going to the city with Mitzi, my sister, and Mitzi's sister Caroline. Fingers crossed that the rest of this week goes well! Maybe I'll even speak to Wonder Boy in English class sometime again.
Until next time, oh pitiful blog.
the velazquez test is going to be so much fun don't worry
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