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| 3.29.2007 |
| My day... On Paper! |
Well, I got bored. What's a bored blogger to do? Blog on paper, that's what! So, enjoy what I had to write today. It may not make much sense, but here it is anyways; all in it's wonderful, papery goodness!
Well, it's literacy test day. A morning full of boring questions and uninteresting snacks. At least I've got interesting people nearby. Midnight Rose is in the row beside me, one seat ahead. Orange Mistress is on my other side, three seats back. My first booklet is done, and I'm blogging on paper. At least I ain't coding on paper again!
One of the questions in this booklet was "choose a time of year and explain how it makes you feel." This was the only question I truly got mad at. See, there weren't enough lines for me to truly write about all the joys of Autumn. Oh well, no harm done.
Later
Okay, well, that was a pretty stupid test. I mean, don't you think by grade 10 they would have weeded out all the illiterate kids by now? Is this really a necessary test to be taking? Sure, I ain't the greatest speller in the world, andI make up words... But who doesn't see what's wrong with the sentence "Dr. Brown, like other doctors, study diseases."? To top off my general disappointment, I didn't get a cookie! I didn't get a cookie, and I couldn't have the juice! They just HAD to bring in apple and orange. Thank god for Dr. Pepper!
Interesting. I started off the day with 3 pieces of paper. Now I have. This one. Poor Midnight Rose. The teacher just gave her some strange paper from the recycle bin to draw on. She has no idea what to do. It's pretty funny.
In other news, I might be going out for another haircut in 2 weeks. I really want to get rid of these bangs; they're very... unattractive/ugly/bleh. Heh... How would EQAO react to this blog? With all the /s and unnecessary +s, ...s and ,s. And the mehs, blehs, hehs, etc. And the sentences starting with and.
... I don't know what to take instead of the wonderful coop next year. Philosophy + tech? Philo + Guitar? Philo + Spare? Philo + Ancient History? Ancient cultures are interesting. I love watching the three discovery channels: Civilization (My favorite!), Regular (2nd), and HD (dif. shows from reg, don't watch often).
I am bored bored bored, and theres a circle engraved on my desk. A perfect circle, too. Just goes to show some things can be perfect. Can't wait for lunch. I'll be posting this after school, probably. RAWR.
You know... I should probably start working on my Psych essay. After all, it is my summative, and I need the research done in 30 days...
(The end!)
So, that was my day in a nutshell while I was writing it.Labels: Memoir, Soapbox |
posted by Scarlet Gypsy @ Thursday, March 29, 2007  |
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| 3.25.2007 |
| Fuck Your Idiocy |
Why do I call some of you my "friends"? All you do is sit around and tell me how much you hate me. You tell me that I'm worthless, annoying, and stupid. Your main pastime seems to be bringing me down. Well, I don't want to be your 'Fucking Brian' anymore! Do you not see that I have feelings too? Do you not see that I DO care about what you say? Do you not realize how much your supposed "friendship" means to me? Maybe I am stupid; stupid for thinking you could ever be my friend. You kick me when I'm down, you laugh at me behind my back. And yet, I am still at your mercy. I call you my friend, I get scared thinking that I could lose that. Am I stupid to think that I could ever change that? Am I stupid to think that things could actually go back to the way they were between us? Love: a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend. To say that I love you would not be a lie. I am, however, not in love with you. To say that I would not miss your "friendship" would be a lie. As things are now, it's tearing me apart. To lose what little we do have would leave me an empty shell. I am no longer close to those I call friends; I have recluse of sorts, seperated from the rest of society by an ever expanding black hole. It would be an understatement to say I want to feel loved. I need to feel loved, for the sake of my very survival. I am surrounded by those that call me friend, and most treat me with the respect that I deserve. They enjoy my company, they are the ones that I turn to when I have fell. But even with all of these people surrounding me, I still feel so alone. You know who you are, even though you won't be reading this. Do you ever think about the things you say to me? Do you ever contemplate the fact that I too am a human being, and that I have real feelings? Sometimes I hope that you do, that you'll realize the error of your ways and things will go back to the way they were before. We came so close once, but we let the past get in the way of progress. I hope this shall not always be the case. How does it feel to treat me like you do
When you've laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are
I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me
How do I feel tell me now
How do I feel
How does it feel?
How should I feel?
Tell me how does it feel?
To treat me like you do
Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
They'll turn away no more
And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me
Just how I should feel today
I see ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasn't for your misfortunes
I'd be a heavenly person today
And I thought I was mistaken
And I thought I heard you speak
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now
How should I feel
Now I stand here waiting
I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel when your heart grows cold
How does it feel?
How should I feel?
Tell me how does it feel?
To treat me like you do ~Blue Monday, Orgy Labels: Soapbox, Terrene Details |
| posted by Scarlet Gypsy @ Sunday, March 25, 2007 |
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| Exposed |
Why do we fear that which we can not see? With fear comes doubt, and with doubt comes anxiety. Such was the way my day played out.
I got a haircut.
No big deal, for most people. I, however, am extremely indecisive. There isn't a word to describe exactly how indecisive I am. As such, something as semi-permanent as a haircut can be a nightmare for me. I walked into the hairstyling academy with four pictures in my hand; all the pictures were different. I wanted something that resembled them all.
As my hair fell away to the floor, everything was going fine. It was looking just as I had pictured. But by the time she was finished, something about it was just... wrong. I couldn't figure it out at the time. But know I know what the problem is; it's too short at the front. Eventually, though, it'll grow back. Until then, I will have to live with my mistakes. Perhaps this will be a lesson for the next time I get my hair cut.Labels: Memoir |
| posted by Scarlet Gypsy @ Sunday, March 25, 2007 |
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