Until I have to go to piano class. You know, I really thought that today was going to be another "Crappy Thurs," but it actually has been going well. So far. I'm actually relieved that I got that 84 on the Timmreck test, although I definitely would have been extremely pleased if I got that freaking 100 that Aaron got (wanna throttle him). 84 is definitely better than a 72 or a 69. Someone in sixth per actually got a 8 percent raw score, with a 45 percent after curve and extra. That must really SUCK. And in Pelz today, we actually carried a pretty okay discussion on Samurai's Garden. In the morning, I was talking about my "Crappy Thurs" concept with Amy while we were biking, and I mulled over the fact that maybe the whole CT thing was psychological, and Thursdays could be better if I was just totally positive about the situations. Then I dismissed it because, after all, you can't have the whole week being happy and fun. You have to draw the emo, depressive line somewhere. We're teens, for heavens sakes. Nothing goes right.
YAYAY, no school tomorrow. :DDDDD. Gonna go to MV's homecoming football game to see our old buddies. This time, it's INCLUDING BAND. Big whoot. Yeah, it does suck that we can't go to their homecoming dance because of the stupid form, but then again, I wouldn't have a dress for it (yuck) anyway and that would have been out. Although if I had to wear one, this is pretty cool: http://shop.brookandlyn.com/product/lauren-moffatt-dress, not that I like the price tag as much. God. Something smells weird. Can't be the grape stems, can it?
9 more minutes until I have to leave for piano. There's a Tino FBLA (Future Business Leaders of America) Initiation Ceremony tonight. I am so going because there's FREE FOOD. We're always super hyper during FBLA meetings for some reason. Haha, the president of the club was all like, "Calm down, children." And I say, "I have ADD." I don't know, it just makes it seem like it's not my fault. Although it's true that I can have a very limited attention span. Especially during track and field. Those damn butterflies...
3 minutes left. Better go pack up my exhaustive multitude of song books.
What I'm reading: The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness
What I'm listening to: Big Girls Don't Cry by Fergie It's just really calming, you know? Reminds me of my skiing/snowboarding trips with my awesome buddies.
That means lack of time.
Sorry I haven't been updating posts; my life is now = AMC math prep and 2hrs of piano/day and overload on hw.
Apparently, teachers are supposed to cut us lots of slack on homecoming week, which I guess translates to: Give the kids lots of hw the week before. All you MV people are probably shaking your heads wisely and thinking lines with the phrases "young grasshopper," and "don't understand," and "Tino is slacker school." My homework this week is probably your guyses on a good day.
We have this Friday off instead of the Monday after this weekend because that's our Homecoming week and they don't want to sacrifice a day. My piano teacher thinks that's crazy. So I'm totally going to MV's Homecoming Football Game, hosted at Cupertino High, MV's home away from home field. Fun, eh? Are you guys fixing the real one or what?
I just want to chill and knit and read and hang out with ya'll.
I was thinking about our good old Lawson days this week, since the Lawson Reunion/Moon Festival sparked such dangerous rebel ideas. I'm just saying. But really, Lawson was the good old times. I really think that even after high school is over, we'd still be having Lawson Reunions. Awwww... now my mom thinks it's really late.
I should totally make that phrase into a T-Shirt. And one that says "I <3 Aloe Drink."
Bad bad bad afternoon. I had a huge cramp from first day of my good friend mother nature (only available exclusively to the female gender under the age of 50) and my two mile two people relay (6:20 mine for the win!). And a migraine. And I had Timmreck next. AND Timmreck decides to talk about something advanced and not all that interesting. I was struggling to keep awake and not die. I almost succumbed to sleep, but I had this mental image of Timmreck coming over and whacking me on the face and saying, "Stop daydreaming with Peter Pan!!!! D:<"
Which was a pretty scary thought, so I managed to keep myself semi-awake and actually took notes.
But then we walked to Beard Papas and I ate this supar expensive but really good albeit messy (whahahah) double chocolate eclair and immediately felt better. After I got home, I went to TinTin and restocked my meagre Aloe drink supply. Possibly going to football game tonight. VICKYS BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW I WANT TO MAKE HER A PAIR OF ARM WARMERS MUST START NAOW.
It's really hard to find a simple pattern that this poor knitting-challenged person can understand. The last time I made one, it was from a magazine that understood people like me. Now I'm trying to find the same one but it eludes me and my only option is the internet.
Urghes. My stomach is acting up again.
Might go to football game tonight to watch Varsity at 7pm.
You know how you have that thinking spot where you get these awesome ideas? Yeah, I have one too. It's called the showar. Er... shower. Oh crap, my desk is covered with silver sparkles from my ER scrapbook project. I digress. Anyway, shower. It's really like, you know, soothing to be in warm water. Unless my dad's using the outside hose-- then the water turns really hot or really cold and all those great thoughts implode from my mind. But usually it's great. I come up with all kinds of inspiration, from photography ideas to story plots to craft designs. Unfortunately, I don't get any academic eurekas. No dousing shampoo and solving the superstring theory. Sorry, nerds. Shower is strictly recreational. And yes, I do sing in the fudging shower. It makes my voice project, and it really helps when I'm trying to increase my voice range (choir girl :]), or if I'm just trying to nail another Lights song. Contrary to popular belief, the shower head is NOT a great microphone. Mine's is metallic, so my face shows up all funny... like looking at your reflection on a spoon. So next time you're in the shower, grab a stool and your art project, because you're going to create some masterpieces.
Haha, once I step out of the shower the ideas go !poof!. It's really depressing. I sit here at the computer and think about all memories of great ideas. -Sigh-
I have a huuuge problem. Like, of epic proportions. To me, at least. My affinity for crafts resembles that of ADD. I'll be obsessed with something for a week or two (think: hats) and then I'll not have enough time or something and then I'll come up with a new idea out of necessity/online inspiration/5th period daydreaming/showar and the vicious cycle starts all over again. I really want to sew/knit arm warmers right now. And I say knit not because I'm crazy about it, but because I'm getting tired of Joaans and NO ONE has a good armwarmer sewing pattern online D:<. There's a lot of knitted patterns and the cabled ones are pretty cool (not that I'm ever going to be able to have that kind of skill). My arms are cold. -sneezes- I love my Tino sweats. I just wish they had pockets.
Oh god, I have all these great blog topics but I just KNOW the next time I get here they will all be gone so here they are in shorthand:
-New Maths sched + Piano jump
-Lawson Reunion Events
-Book reviews (Boy Toy, Sweethearts, 'Audrey, Wait!', Catching Fire, and The Adoration of Jenna Fox.
-The author craze over girl names "Jenna", "Francesca/Francis".
What I'm reading: The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown (Third book in Da Vinci Series!! SQUEEE)
What I'm listening to: Nothing D: I'm getting bored of my ipod. SAVE ME.