School starts on Wednesday. I do not want to go. I don't feel like there has been enough time between last year and next year. It will be nice to see my friends. And I hope the classes I signed up for are interesting. But looking at my schedule, I am fairly certain I'll be bored in half of my classes.
I am going to make a prediction. About what my grades will be like for this first semester. I'm basing this on my current level of interest for the subjects.
1st, Food Science - B
2nd, Photography - A
3rd, Practice Writing Composition - D
4th, Japanese V - A
5th, Senior Social Studies - D
6th, World History - C
I'm being modest with the D's and C's. Totally underestimating how badly I'm gonna fail those three classes. It's not that I'm poor at those subjects. In fact, I usually get 100% on my essays. But that's just it--I get 100% on my essays. I get so bored. I can't be challenged in an English class; all you can add is more tedious work and restrictions to the way I write. So I just don't write essays, I just don't read the boring books they hand me. Same with History classes. I just don't care enough to do the work, because I know when it gets handed back it'll be a high grade.
... Bah. I don't want to go back to school. I think on my own too much to be able to listen to my teachers.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Harmonious
What day is today? Saturday? Bugger, I lost an internet day. I was hardly online at all yesterday.
Babysat the kittens. They are adorable and broken. I can't believe we adopted two kittens with terrible emotional damage. But this is a good home, so they will heal.
Yesterday, Niffirg died. Which is odd, because he was the healthiest fish. Nadroj took it very badly. He tried to hide Niffirg away from the net when I tried to take him away. It was all very sad. I put Niffirg in a little paper cup to show the kittens. Tricksy didn't really care, and Stormy tried to eat him. I have no respect for the dead.
Also yesterday, I went to buy school supplies. My dad didn't give me enough money, so I ended up paying out of my own pocket. I laid everything in my wallet (that was American) out on the table, and it wasn't quite enough. I was just three dollars short. But the salesclerk, being a wonderful guy I decided, paid for one of my items out of his own pocket. I'm eternally grateful, because I have nightmares where I don't have enough money to pay for things. Also, I must have looked poor or something yesterday.
Once more yesterday, my parents threw a party. The six of them drank five and a half bottles of wine. Craig came over so I wouldn't have to hide in my room. After listening to the older adults talk about gout for a while, I asked Craig if he wanted to watch a movie. Of course he jumped at the idea, anything had to be better than talking about gout. I made him watch Dr. Horrible. I decided life isn't worth living unless you've seen Dr. Horrible.
Today, I went shopping for more school clothes. We went back to this little boutique in Seattle called Synapse. I bought a shirt, some socks, a couple pairs of pants, and an interesting skirt. This skirt is made out of neckties, and is so amazingly interesting. I can already see new outfits forming in my head relating to it. All in all, it was a pretty good haul for me. I am so picky when it comes to clothes. We hit five other stores and didn't buy anything. I am so not fun to shop with.
A new costume shop opened up in town. Right down the street from the other costume shop. I expect somebody to go out of business soon. I am thinking of applying to the new one. But I'm iffy on it, since I am under 18. I can legally work, and I will be 18 in a couple of months, though, so who knows. I'm also trying to figure out who to put as my references, since I have no previous job experience. I have volunteer experience, though. But oddly enough, it turns out that a lot of that was under my mom (I can't help it if she decides to be the head of some function that I'd already decided to help), and I don't want to list her as a reference. It's awkward. I suppose I could list my girl scout leader. I did volunteer under her. Bah. I'll ask my mother for some advice, at one point in her life she was in charge of reading applications and interviewing/hiring people.
Hoo, my mother's a wonderful person. She even reminded me of previous job experience. (Who knew?) Tomorrow, I make some phone calls, fire off an e-mail or two, and send in that application.
Babysat the kittens. They are adorable and broken. I can't believe we adopted two kittens with terrible emotional damage. But this is a good home, so they will heal.
Yesterday, Niffirg died. Which is odd, because he was the healthiest fish. Nadroj took it very badly. He tried to hide Niffirg away from the net when I tried to take him away. It was all very sad. I put Niffirg in a little paper cup to show the kittens. Tricksy didn't really care, and Stormy tried to eat him. I have no respect for the dead.
Also yesterday, I went to buy school supplies. My dad didn't give me enough money, so I ended up paying out of my own pocket. I laid everything in my wallet (that was American) out on the table, and it wasn't quite enough. I was just three dollars short. But the salesclerk, being a wonderful guy I decided, paid for one of my items out of his own pocket. I'm eternally grateful, because I have nightmares where I don't have enough money to pay for things. Also, I must have looked poor or something yesterday.
Once more yesterday, my parents threw a party. The six of them drank five and a half bottles of wine. Craig came over so I wouldn't have to hide in my room. After listening to the older adults talk about gout for a while, I asked Craig if he wanted to watch a movie. Of course he jumped at the idea, anything had to be better than talking about gout. I made him watch Dr. Horrible. I decided life isn't worth living unless you've seen Dr. Horrible.
Today, I went shopping for more school clothes. We went back to this little boutique in Seattle called Synapse. I bought a shirt, some socks, a couple pairs of pants, and an interesting skirt. This skirt is made out of neckties, and is so amazingly interesting. I can already see new outfits forming in my head relating to it. All in all, it was a pretty good haul for me. I am so picky when it comes to clothes. We hit five other stores and didn't buy anything. I am so not fun to shop with.
A new costume shop opened up in town. Right down the street from the other costume shop. I expect somebody to go out of business soon. I am thinking of applying to the new one. But I'm iffy on it, since I am under 18. I can legally work, and I will be 18 in a couple of months, though, so who knows. I'm also trying to figure out who to put as my references, since I have no previous job experience. I have volunteer experience, though. But oddly enough, it turns out that a lot of that was under my mom (I can't help it if she decides to be the head of some function that I'd already decided to help), and I don't want to list her as a reference. It's awkward. I suppose I could list my girl scout leader. I did volunteer under her. Bah. I'll ask my mother for some advice, at one point in her life she was in charge of reading applications and interviewing/hiring people.
Hoo, my mother's a wonderful person. She even reminded me of previous job experience. (Who knew?) Tomorrow, I make some phone calls, fire off an e-mail or two, and send in that application.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
PracWrtCompt
I spent my day today baby sitting the kittens. Nobody told me to do it, but it was fiercely implied.
And just like a good baby sitter, I left them alone during naptime so I could play on the internets.
No, seriously, I couldn't overcome this strong feeling that I was just acting as babysitter. There was playtime, lunch time, movie time followed by nap time, potty time, more nap time, and even more playtime. But the two of them are just so cute I don't mind wasting one of my last summer days on them.
Oh, but. This just makes me not want children even more. I think I'll just adopt little kittens instead of make babies. Ten times cuter, and I can train them to poop outside.
And just like a good baby sitter, I left them alone during naptime so I could play on the internets.
No, seriously, I couldn't overcome this strong feeling that I was just acting as babysitter. There was playtime, lunch time, movie time followed by nap time, potty time, more nap time, and even more playtime. But the two of them are just so cute I don't mind wasting one of my last summer days on them.
Oh, but. This just makes me not want children even more. I think I'll just adopt little kittens instead of make babies. Ten times cuter, and I can train them to poop outside.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Buzz
We brought the two kittens home today. We also decided on names; Stormy and Tricksy. Dad insists on the spelling for Tricksy including the letter C. Why argue?
The two cats are as adorable as can be. Stormy is ADHD and OCD at the same time--a deadly mix. She figured out she is good at jumping, and now jumps every where. So she'll lie there, purring, content, and then seriously jump ten feet away and run full speed around the house. When she gets back (which usually happens before you realize she left), she will clean her paws. Before doing a backflip.
Tricksy is a tricky one in that she has tricked us all into thinking we beat her in our spare time. She'll sit, quite contently, and be looking right at you. You'll approach her, careful not to make any sudden movements. Just when you think you can touch her this time, she'll flinch, cower, look at you with giant kitten eyes, and scurry away to hide. She runs away every time you approach her, but she runs away slowly. I chased her, one step at a time, around a table. I'd take a step, she'd move away. I'd take another step, she'd move away. I really just wanted to show her were the food bowl is.
So I think Nadroj is going to turn into an oil slick and there is nothing I can do.
I went to the school and fixed up my schedule. Instead of taking math, I am taking food science and being an office assistant. I feel as though my time is being wasted. But at least it's better for my GPA than a math class I've already failed twice. And the real point is easy A's for my senior year. I just want to be one of the few kids that graduate on time.
The two cats are as adorable as can be. Stormy is ADHD and OCD at the same time--a deadly mix. She figured out she is good at jumping, and now jumps every where. So she'll lie there, purring, content, and then seriously jump ten feet away and run full speed around the house. When she gets back (which usually happens before you realize she left), she will clean her paws. Before doing a backflip.
Tricksy is a tricky one in that she has tricked us all into thinking we beat her in our spare time. She'll sit, quite contently, and be looking right at you. You'll approach her, careful not to make any sudden movements. Just when you think you can touch her this time, she'll flinch, cower, look at you with giant kitten eyes, and scurry away to hide. She runs away every time you approach her, but she runs away slowly. I chased her, one step at a time, around a table. I'd take a step, she'd move away. I'd take another step, she'd move away. I really just wanted to show her were the food bowl is.
So I think Nadroj is going to turn into an oil slick and there is nothing I can do.
I went to the school and fixed up my schedule. Instead of taking math, I am taking food science and being an office assistant. I feel as though my time is being wasted. But at least it's better for my GPA than a math class I've already failed twice. And the real point is easy A's for my senior year. I just want to be one of the few kids that graduate on time.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Assassin
I'm kinda worried about Nadroj. Remember those sleek black stripes on him I mentioned yesterday? Well, when I first dumped the fish into his minimalist fish tank, I noticed that only the bare tips of his slightly raggedy dorsal fin was kind of black, and that under his head was a bit of a dark gray smudge. I use his extra-white eyes and that dark smudge to tell him from Niffirg. But now, there is a prominent black stripe going the length of his dorsal fin, and dominant black stripes in all of his other fins. And while it may just be me, that dark smudge seems a little bit darker. I've tried Googling possible diseases. Either he's healing from nitrate burns (which is unlikely, because he'd have other scars in other places), or he's caught the elusive and mysterious Black Smudge disease. Which, strangely enough, is also unlikely because he's not really smudging in the right places.
I guess we'll see. Either he dies in a couple weeks because he's caught an incurable disease, or the smudges fade because he's healing from a disease.
I was supposed to go to the school today and complain about my schedule. But when I got there, it was crowded. I mean, seriously crowded. There were school buses out front and everything. I must admit, it freaked me out, so I turned around and went back home. I'm easily frightened these days. So I spent all day all fidgety, wondering how I was going to explain that to my father (even when I was really young, he didn't understand that I'd get scared of people), and also wondering if, by chance, I missed the first day of school. The school called today, at the same time they'd call if I skipped school. I didn't pick up, but now I wonder if I've got detention.
Tomorrow, we're supposed to bring the new kittens home. Dad asked me if I would like to come pick them up. I tried my best to say "yes" in a why-yes-of-course sort of way without sounding all like durr. I was getting that feeling that I'm in trouble, so I was already over thinking what I say. And in best you're-not-in-trouble-now, but-you-will-be-soon voice, he told me that I could come along if I go to the school first. We leave to pick up the kittens at 10. The part of the school I need to go to opens at 9:30. I plan to get there as soon as they open, but if the process takes longer than five minutes I won't have enough time to get home. It's very likely I'll miss out on the entire kitten thing.
And I have to wonder if my dad knows this and planned it out.
I guess we'll see. Either he dies in a couple weeks because he's caught an incurable disease, or the smudges fade because he's healing from a disease.
I was supposed to go to the school today and complain about my schedule. But when I got there, it was crowded. I mean, seriously crowded. There were school buses out front and everything. I must admit, it freaked me out, so I turned around and went back home. I'm easily frightened these days. So I spent all day all fidgety, wondering how I was going to explain that to my father (even when I was really young, he didn't understand that I'd get scared of people), and also wondering if, by chance, I missed the first day of school. The school called today, at the same time they'd call if I skipped school. I didn't pick up, but now I wonder if I've got detention.
Tomorrow, we're supposed to bring the new kittens home. Dad asked me if I would like to come pick them up. I tried my best to say "yes" in a why-yes-of-course sort of way without sounding all like durr. I was getting that feeling that I'm in trouble, so I was already over thinking what I say. And in best you're-not-in-trouble-now, but-you-will-be-soon voice, he told me that I could come along if I go to the school first. We leave to pick up the kittens at 10. The part of the school I need to go to opens at 9:30. I plan to get there as soon as they open, but if the process takes longer than five minutes I won't have enough time to get home. It's very likely I'll miss out on the entire kitten thing.
And I have to wonder if my dad knows this and planned it out.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Manifestation
I have been cold all day. I just can't seem to warm up.
I am thinking of moving a chair in front of the fish tank. It seems that all I do all day anymore is watch Niffirg and Nadroj swim around. My favorite is when I put food in, and they start hunting for it. Niffirg is a glutton, and eats more than Nadroj does. I think he's just jealous of Nadroj--After all, Nadroj gets all the ladies. Who doesn't love a sleek black stripe though the fins and the tail? But Niffirg should know, eating is not the answer. He'll only get fat, and nobody wants that.
Oh God what am I saying I need to get out more.
I stopped by the school to pick up my schedule. Everything is fine, but they gave me math again this year. If I take math it eats into my time to take classes that matter, and I won't be able to graduate. So tomorrow, I go in and talk to my councilor. I expect that nobody will listen to me again this year. But this time I've got a girly-sweet outfit picked out, some tears ready, and an irate father waiting by the phone. It's my last year of school, and god damn it, I am getting what I want. I am so sick of the school fucking around with me.
Heh. Anybody sense the irony in that? I'm planning to play the victim while ultimately making them dance like puppets.
I am thinking of moving a chair in front of the fish tank. It seems that all I do all day anymore is watch Niffirg and Nadroj swim around. My favorite is when I put food in, and they start hunting for it. Niffirg is a glutton, and eats more than Nadroj does. I think he's just jealous of Nadroj--After all, Nadroj gets all the ladies. Who doesn't love a sleek black stripe though the fins and the tail? But Niffirg should know, eating is not the answer. He'll only get fat, and nobody wants that.
Oh God what am I saying I need to get out more.
I stopped by the school to pick up my schedule. Everything is fine, but they gave me math again this year. If I take math it eats into my time to take classes that matter, and I won't be able to graduate. So tomorrow, I go in and talk to my councilor. I expect that nobody will listen to me again this year. But this time I've got a girly-sweet outfit picked out, some tears ready, and an irate father waiting by the phone. It's my last year of school, and god damn it, I am getting what I want. I am so sick of the school fucking around with me.
Heh. Anybody sense the irony in that? I'm planning to play the victim while ultimately making them dance like puppets.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Smite
Ahh, what a nice filling day. But also, a lack of food. Why does this keep happening to me? I am starving.
All day has pretty much been devoted to my new pet fish. Niffirg and Nadroj. Why can't anybody remember their names? I don't think they're that hard. I woke up early to go to the petstore. I had some bare essentials; A small tank, a fish net, some food, and a bubble thinger. But then I looked over to my side, and woah! Large puppy on a leash next to me. So I move over to the next aisle and Ah! Two large dogs. Also, an extreme lack of items I needed. Why didn't they have those rocks you put at the bottom of the fish bowl? The heck?
But I feel the need to explain the dogs. There were a lot of them, just all of a sudden. It freaked me out really bad, since one of my (outlandish) fears is smallish groups of people/animals in small spaces not doing anything. Don't laugh, it affects my every day life. So with just the few items I had, I checked-out and got the Hell out of there. As it turns out, the store was having a training day for your dogs. How very unlucky for me.
So I dumped my fish into their minimalist tank and gave them a bit of food while I did more research on them. I decided Nadroj was diseased and quarantined him while I researched a cure. As it turns out, he's not sick with what I thought he had. When I came back he was freaking out in his quarantine bowl, so I put him back in the tank. I don't even know. My fish are spaz.
I cleared out a space in my bookcase to be their permanent home. Then I went out on the town, in search of the other pet store that I actually like better because it is more well lit. I bought everything I needed with no problems (other than trying to find a small filter), and set up their tank while they waited in the largest glass we own. It turned out pretty nice, a classic-looking cheapo fish tank. With a huge freaking filter on top. When I put the fish in, they seemed to be more happy than in shock. I think they were hoping they could eat the plants. I put the tank where it goes and plugged in the bubble wand. They seemed outright gleeful. I was worried they'd fear the bubbles, but instead they love the bubbles. The bubbles are more than just their friends, the bubbles are their lovers. Their caretakers. Their family.
Anyhow. Yeah. Fish really freaking love bubbles, it's amazing. After a bit of struggle to find an outlet, I also plugged in the filter. Now, the filter is actually a bit too large for this tank (like, it doesn't really fit), but I figured it doesn't matter since fish poop needs to go somewhere. But then I saw what looked like Niffirg having an upside-down seizure. I know he's a spaz, but I didn't think he was epileptic. It took me all of three seconds to realize it was the water coming out of the filter. Violently pushing my fish around every time they swam up to the tasteful ruins in the center. so I turned it off. And now there's this big plastic hunk of junk hanging off the back of my tank, and I plan to be rid of it tomorrow morning.
Oh God, I can't believe I can talk this much about fish.
All day has pretty much been devoted to my new pet fish. Niffirg and Nadroj. Why can't anybody remember their names? I don't think they're that hard. I woke up early to go to the petstore. I had some bare essentials; A small tank, a fish net, some food, and a bubble thinger. But then I looked over to my side, and woah! Large puppy on a leash next to me. So I move over to the next aisle and Ah! Two large dogs. Also, an extreme lack of items I needed. Why didn't they have those rocks you put at the bottom of the fish bowl? The heck?
But I feel the need to explain the dogs. There were a lot of them, just all of a sudden. It freaked me out really bad, since one of my (outlandish) fears is smallish groups of people/animals in small spaces not doing anything. Don't laugh, it affects my every day life. So with just the few items I had, I checked-out and got the Hell out of there. As it turns out, the store was having a training day for your dogs. How very unlucky for me.
So I dumped my fish into their minimalist tank and gave them a bit of food while I did more research on them. I decided Nadroj was diseased and quarantined him while I researched a cure. As it turns out, he's not sick with what I thought he had. When I came back he was freaking out in his quarantine bowl, so I put him back in the tank. I don't even know. My fish are spaz.
I cleared out a space in my bookcase to be their permanent home. Then I went out on the town, in search of the other pet store that I actually like better because it is more well lit. I bought everything I needed with no problems (other than trying to find a small filter), and set up their tank while they waited in the largest glass we own. It turned out pretty nice, a classic-looking cheapo fish tank. With a huge freaking filter on top. When I put the fish in, they seemed to be more happy than in shock. I think they were hoping they could eat the plants. I put the tank where it goes and plugged in the bubble wand. They seemed outright gleeful. I was worried they'd fear the bubbles, but instead they love the bubbles. The bubbles are more than just their friends, the bubbles are their lovers. Their caretakers. Their family.
Anyhow. Yeah. Fish really freaking love bubbles, it's amazing. After a bit of struggle to find an outlet, I also plugged in the filter. Now, the filter is actually a bit too large for this tank (like, it doesn't really fit), but I figured it doesn't matter since fish poop needs to go somewhere. But then I saw what looked like Niffirg having an upside-down seizure. I know he's a spaz, but I didn't think he was epileptic. It took me all of three seconds to realize it was the water coming out of the filter. Violently pushing my fish around every time they swam up to the tasteful ruins in the center. so I turned it off. And now there's this big plastic hunk of junk hanging off the back of my tank, and I plan to be rid of it tomorrow morning.
Oh God, I can't believe I can talk this much about fish.
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