Thursdays only exist to make me wait.

Thursdays are so boring. They are not even worth waking up for, I swear. It's all filler, but today was pretty good despite this. English, french, and science all fulfilled their average requirement of being mindnumbingly boring, with the exception of the brief moment of excitment when my english teacher almost caught me reading to the end of the novel I'm reading for that class, The Boy In The Striped Pajamas. I finished it on the bus today. It's tragically sad, and the narration is so beautiful. The ending almost made me cry, but the situation was really not ideal for such actions, so I didn't. But, back to english. I was on page... one hundred something of the book, and we're only supposed to read to sixty five. I do wish my class were paced a little faster. My teacher came over and asked me why I was so far ahead, to which I said something like, "I was looking for my bookmark." She frightens me. A very intimidating person, who doesn't understand the concept of mercy. Math was more of the same review work that is actually, in fact, presenting completely new concepts, as well as a lecture or two about us being, 'high school honors students who must be flawless in every way, show our work neatly in a seperate notebook, clear our calculators before use, and never, ever forget our units' I don't think it's dawned on my algebra teacher that we are not actually high school students, yet, and we're all simply unlucky enough to be placed here for the duration of the year. Civics was boring nonsense not worth the sixty minutes it took, and gym was only decent. Teen Living was great! I finished my pin cushion, and got a B+ on it despite the fact that I did all of my hand stitching wrong. I think my teacher feels sorry for me, because she complimented the symmetry of my design, which happened to be about three quarters to the right of the cushion, and crooked as can be. But that matters not. I'm so relieved that I passed within the allowed time.

Upon arriving home, I did a math review sheet without paying much attention to how accurate it actually was, feeling a little sick of that subject at that point. I'd better get my father to review it with me before the test of Tuesday, to avoid failing and all that. My math grade is devastatingly horrible right now. I hate getting failing grades back, it makes me feel as though I've disappointed everyone. And I need a B this quarter, or I'm going to have a C+ for the year in math, which apparently seals my fate for working at a fast food joint. I did some french homework, since I may as well rake in all of the points I can get; it's only a matter of time 'til I start failing things again. I practiced piano, and worked out everything I needed to. By the time next Tuesday rolls around, I should be completely prepared if I continue to work at this rate. I need to improve my fluency and speed and such, but I know all of the notes, and I remember how to read the bass clef now, for the most part. Clarinet ruined my knowledge of note - reading, on the bass clef. I'm really good at treble, but I cannot read bass for my life. Which is sort of needed for the piano.

My father had to work late tonight, so my mother was the only parent present at dinner, and this turned into a heap of unnecessary melodrama that made me say all sorts of things I didn't mean and call my mother a rather ...mature insult in french. Fortunately, she didn't understand it. She creates most of the angst or whatever in this household, and everyone knows it. After dinner, I took my dogs for a walk. Which was pleasent, since my favorite sort of weather was present today. Clouds, about fifty degrees, a little bit windy. Perfectly wonderful. I wasted the rest of the night on the Internet, and now I'm writing this.

I listened to quite a few things, today. I'm not in any phase at the moment, which is unusual for me. It's only a matter of time before I find some new band and obsess shamelessly over them for a couple of weeks. Lemme try to remember what I heard. About five versions of that 'Spin Me Round' song. Jessica Simpson, Marilyn Manson, and some other band all covered Dead or Alive. Plus Flo Rida, who's version still remains my favorite, pathetically enough. I also listened to quite a bit of Blind Melon, some Smashing Pumpkins, and a little bit of Soundgarden. Pretty Noose is one of the best songs ever, I think. I tried Lady GaGa today, and I really don't understand the hype. Her songs didn't have the catchy feel to them like most pop songs, and so I don't know how she's become so successful. Her fashions and such are very unconventional too, which I wouldn't think would earn her too many points with most people. They sort of scared me off for a while. Poker Face is alright, but her bigger hit, Just Dance made me bored within the first thirty seconds. I listened to 1989 by Mindless Self Indulgence several times, but had to shut it off because it was beginning to give me a headache. I'm in a very odd mood, this evening.

I cannot wait for the weekend. It's going to be grand.

The end is near, but I'm busy as ever.

Referring to school, of course. It's as though all of my teachers woke up one morning - the beginning of fourth quarter, to be exact - and thought, "Darn, we've got to get these kids to a place where their grades actually matter in two months. Maybe we ought to start teaching them something." Not that I've been slacking off all year. Trust me, in most classes, I haven't. But things are getting far more intense. I have homework in every subject almost every day, and I actually have to study for assessments in English, of all subjects. The easiest class under the sun. french has been particularly impossible, I'm sort of worried about all of the major stuff we've got coming up. We learned all of these irregular adjectives today, and it made my head spin. I don't know what I'm going to do. But I've actually been handling it pretty well. I got a ninety three, ninety four, and one hundred on the last three tests and quizzes. I'm aiming to get a B+ this quarter, to make up for my grade last quarter. This class actually matters, since it's a high school level thing. I don't want a C+ on my permanent GPA or whatever. But I need to stop rambling about grades so much.


School was boring today. In Teen Living, I progressed quite a bit on my pin cushion, which I didn't expect. My friends think I'm a complete idiot with no sewing skills, but it seems to amuse them quite a bit, and they do half of it for me, so I don't mind at all. In gym, we stayed inside to play the odd school hybrid of kickball and baseball, titled 'Patriot Ball' for no logical reason whatsoever. It's a pretty fun game though, since there's almost no participation required. Math confused me. I think I failed the quiz we took today. I didn't know what I was doing, and I was quite tense through the whole thing, which made matters even worse. On the bright side, I did really well on the civics test, and I'm expecting my grade in there to slide up from a B+ to an A. Which is what it ought to be, since civics is the only class I can handle, these days. As for science, I didn't too well on the quiz today, and I sort of needed to, but if I study harder next time, I'll be fine. Due to a disagreement with my father while we were studying, I didn't work very hard or long. Science is one of those classes that I can do well at if I try, which I only do about half of the time, so I don't do that well.


After school, I raced to do a ton of homework, which I didn't finish 'til ten tonight, ate a quick dinner and then went to church for my second to last week of youth group. We're transitioning to the high school program soon. I'm sort of anxious... older people make me uneasy when I encounter them, despite the fact that I converse and argue with people far older than me on a regular basis on the Internet. I suppose it'll be better to get used to it gradually. I watched American Idol and finished my homework when I arrived home. Adam was nearly eliminated, and so I had a manic freakout and made my family fear for my sanity. I'm quite the fangirl when I want to be, it seems.


As for the music I've been listening to... it's a very odd compilation of Atreyu, Bella Morte, Pearl Jam, Veruca Salt, and Flo Rida. I really did not see the last one coming. His new single is really catchy though, and I'm sort of addicted to it. The chorus, where the vocals are less rap sounding and more comprised of melody is my favorite part, though, so at least I can say that I'm not turning into a rap fan or something. The lyrics are really stupid, but I'm still listening to it. As I type. I was listening to some acoustic Smashing Pumpkins earlier, and their songs off of Adore in the car with my father. He loves Appels + Oranjes, as do I, so I had it on repeat. I make a habit out of brainwashing people to like my music.

There's only three more days 'til I get my hair cut and dyed, sixteen days 'til the Bella Morte concert. I'm pretty excited, enough so that school is pretty much bearable. Which is good. I'll try to blog more frequently. Tuesdays and Wednesdays are busy for me, and Monday's been occupied by the dentist, as of late. But that's no excuse. Tomorrow is an absolute nothing day. Though I already know I'm going to have an excess of homework, I'll make it a priority to narrate my life, uneventful as it is, on here.

The weekend has left me again.

Weekends are actually sort of nice, come to think of it. Why on earth was I wishing mine away on Saturday morning? Tomorrow is going to start another five exhusting days. But I can't say I mind school anymore. I mean, I used to hate it in the beginning of the year. Now I sort of like some of my classes. Others are still torment, like algebra. And Teen Living. I forgot to practice with my mother's sewing machine this weekend, so I still don't know how to thread a needle. On Monday, I have to start over with learning, and start on a new pin cushion, since my old one is about as messy as can be right now. Being an extremely finicky, mildly perfectionistic person, I cannot stand to turn it in. Also, I'm going to fail the class if I keep on making work like that. But this post is about Saturday and today, so I'm going to stop babbling about school now.

Saturday was a pretty busy day. The morning was relaxed; I slept 'til about eight thirty. Yes, that's abnormally early for me. I woke up with a vividly clear image of gigantic slugs in metal tubes crawling all over me, and every time I shut my eyes that's all I could see. I still get toddler nightmares sometimes, it's very odd. I sprung the idea of my parents going on a date that night on them as soon as they woke up, and they were all for it. Which resulted in me watching a series of really boring children's movies, having to give my brother a bath, which is the single most awkward task in history, and raking in twenty dollars. This made all of it totally worth while. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I spent most of the morning cleaning my room and hanging around on the Internet. I spent too much time on the computer, it's a fact. I'm going to lose my social skills and ability to see beyond two feet of me if this keeps up. Oh well. I can't help it. My life revolves around computer usage and people living several states away.

Saturday afternoon, I went to my sister's gymnastics meet with my family. The whole thing was a little bit pointless, since they all got ribbons and did not actually compete against each other in any way at all, but it was fun to watch, and she was overjoyed about getting something. My parents think she's some sort of gymnastics super - child, and they keep pushing for her to do more and more. They recently moved her to a new gym because they thought the other one wasn't challenging. I think they're beginning to become true Northern VA parents - pushy, egocentric, and living life vicariously through their children. Which saddens me, but at least they appear to have no expectations whatsoever for me. Anyways. I keep ranting about other things today. I might have to label this post as whiny if this keeps up. We arrived home around five, and I spent the rest of the night babysitting and wasting time until I went to bed around one. I didn't write anything. I apparently owe the world another 'mature content' chapter on this story I'm writing though, so maybe I'll be forced into writing tonight.

Today was a less eventful Sunday. I woke around eight, after being forced out of a rather nice dream. Nothing like the one yesterday. I went to church, which would have been sort of boring 'cept for that I got to hang out with my friends, and drink a cappaccino. It was the first time I've ever had one, and I'd like to inform any and all readers that they are the best things ever, and I intend to drink them whenever I am given a chance. After that, we went home, and I did homework for a while. My english teacher must be trying to kill me, because I can't think of any other reason why she'd assign so much directionless homework over the weekend when the year is nearly over and my mind is meant to be numb and useless. I tidied up my room and did some chores in return for sixteen dollars more. I'm almost halfway to having enough, I think. I want to go to a hair... place by next weekend. Which is a rather unreasonable goal, but oh well. I babysat my sister and brother, as well as this other little girl who comes along with her parents to the church small group at my house every weekend, free of charge, mostly due to feeling too lazy to ask for money.

So, tomorrow's school again. I'm not looking forward to almost anything there, but I'll live. After school, I'm getting sealents or whatever they're called on my teeth; I'm missing a few of them still. The bright side of all of this would be that I get to read trashy celebrity magazines, which my mother has an almost obsessive hate for, in the waiting room. They give me a strange rush of joy, for some reason.

I listened to a really wide variety of stuff today. Everything from Atreyu and Slipknot, which are starting to form a phase of sorts, all by themselves, to some Smashing Pumpkins. I also listened to Blind Melon, Sponge, Eve 6, Jane Wiedlin, The Birthday Massacre... all kinds of things. Even Pearl Jam, who I haven't heard in forever. I'm in the mood for far noisier music, as of late. It's odd. I wanted to download some stuff, but I have to save, so I cannot. Sadly. I think that's all I have to say regarding what I listened to, today. It's pretty boring, and not as obsessive as usual. There's only about twenty days 'til the concert!

Friday was a bunch of easy nothing.

School wasn't as good today as I hoped it'd be. First of all, my high school has a class of over two thousand, four hundred people, which is really overwhelming to someone who cannot handle crowds at all. The introduction was nice enough, but I'm beginning to think every senior girl there is blonde, tanned, and wearing plaid short - shorts. We had to go around to booths and figure out what clubs and such we were interested in, since, apparently, not being involved with something after school is college suicide. I'm one of those people who panics about things like they're the end of the world, so I was scared into picking up a flyer or two. I might work backstage with drama. I might just wait 'til junior year when I can be on the paper. I'm not sure yet.

I spent most of my day there, though, which was good, since I'm getting really tired of academic work. The high point of my day, academically speaking, may have been getting a french quiz back. I scored a ninety six! For someone who has issues with studying, tries to slip by with minimum effort in french, and can't handle it at all, it's unusually good. English was completely boring, and I didn't have any other morning classes. Hoorah for missing out on two hours of day dreaming and wishing I were elsewhere through science and algebra. Missing civics was... nothing tragic, nothing miraculous. That's my favorite class, but it's awfully boring sometimes. I hated missing gym, but I got a rather nice alternative all day instead. Teen Living was the only class I had in the afternoon; and it was great fun. There was a substitute, so we were allowed to hang around and talk. I ended up getting my shoes tied together by my friend, who has a really malicious sense of humor, and almost falling off of a table. But I throughly enjoyed it.

I got home, spent my afternoon on the Internet, forgot to practice piano, stressed over wondering where on earth my french poem was, watched a really odd television series from the 1980's with my family, and thought about writing, but didn't. I've gotten so lazy, as of late. It's pathetic. I need to make myself churn out something. Doesn't matter what. Tomorrow, I'm putting my foot down. Enough of this blogging nonsense. My own life is far too boring to prioritize over something else. The trouble is, I'm not sure what else there is. I've done the fanfiction thing, I'm bored of that. Original one shot sorts of things are generally pretty easy for me, but they're boring, and I can't use them as motivation to keep going for nights on end. Maybe I will start a novel again. Yes, again. My novels never work out, the ideas simply aren't anything worth continuing. But I might try a different approach. No idea.

Oh. I almost forgot to ramble about my latest random quest that won't work out well, but will keep me occupied for a week or so. I want to get my hair cut. You must understand that this, due to a series of problems not completely in my control, is the first time I have expressed desire for such a thing in quite a long time. It's really rather remarkable. I think I want what is commonly referred to as a 'shag', which is not what it means in Europe or whatever, trust me. It's all jagged, and it's got quite a few layers, which is good for my hair. Not only that, but I want colors. I want it to be darker than it currently is, which pretty much leaves black as the default. I also want a bit of indigo, or purplish blue on the bangs, since just black is far too boring. My parents are actually very on board with this concept, though the 'emo' ridicules were endless. They're making me pay for it, though, and I have a grand total of three dollars to put towards a job that could potentially cost me around eighty. My parents said they'd pay for the cut, but not the dye. And everything in Northern Virginia is like, ten times as expensive as it should be. But there's no way I'm attempting something this major alone with a box of dye in the bathroom, so I have no choice.

That was a really long, shallow, stupid ramble. Whoops. As for my musical phases today, I've been listening to quite a lot of Atreyu. But also, some Kill Hannah, Slipknot, and Britney Spears. These are the days when I want to smack myself upside the head and make myself listen to something good for my mind. But I don't. And so it continues. The only thing of substance that entered my ears today was Soma, by Smashing Pumpkins. Well, I guess Adam Lambert's old music wasn't terrible. But it sort of is. Imagine Britney Spears merged with David Bowie, channeling a little bit of Freddie Mercury and some Justin Timberlake, and you get Adam's original songs. I want to listen to the Toadies, for some reason. But it's past midnight here. So technically, I listened to almost nothing decent on Friday. Oh well. Guilty pleasure music is the best kind.

I'd better get to bed soon, if I'm going to make loads of cash, get some writing done, and still sleep enough to satisfy my exhusted self. That's quite a lot to handle in less than twenty four hours. Good night.

Aah. Haven't been blogging.

I missed two days. Whoops. This week's been really busy. At least, Tuesday and Wednesday were. Let me summarize them.

On Tuesday, school was pretty good. I had a French test, which I either tanked or aced, I have no idea, but the rest of the day was nice. I had my second piano lesson, with a new teacher. She's really nice, I wasn't too intimidated by her or anything. Which happens to be a problem of sorts for me, generally. She said she's going to try to find me adaptions of Nirvana or Smashing Pumpkins to play on piano, which is... awesome. I did algebra and civics homework for a while, wasted time online, and ate. I also watched American Idol. Adam Lambert is the most talented guy. Ever. Well, not ever. But he's pretty dang good. I have no idea what I was listening to, that day. Probably more Bella Morte.

Wednesday was hectic. School was sort of amusing, for once. My inability to do anything with a needle makes people mock me mercilessly, though. Curse you, Teen Living sewing machines and your finger guards that make threading impossible. Upon arriving home, I raced through a ton of civics homework, as well as algebra, french, and science. Leave it to my teachers to give me more homework than I've had in months on the day that I have to get to church by seven. That deadline doesn't sound particularly hard, but when you have to eat and practice the piano too, it's not easy. I ended up doing some french after getting home, while watching the American Idol results to ensure that my darling Adam was safe. No idea why I'm telling the world about my television habits so much...

Today was a grand day. Well, for the most part. Tomorrow is going to be really good, and so today was sort of the introduction to it, I suppose. I found out that... some people I know are going to be attending the same high school as me next year. My school divides into two high schools, which is sort of tramatic for me, since nearly all of my friends are going to the other one. But! Some people aren't. Which is good. We did almost nothing academically outstanding today. In science, there was a really boring lab activity, but that's about it. I got home, did some homework, and practiced piano for a while. It's so frustrating when one is barely able to read music. Tonight was sort of upsetting, for no reason whatsoever. Firstly, my dog refused to come inside, so I had to corner her with a bag of treats. Then, my brother was being a pain, prompting me to tell my whole family that I was going to be a terrorist who gave my children psychological complexes when I grew up. Which is sort of dramatic. And probably not true. I mean, I don't intend to be an actual terrorist. I think it must be that time o' the month.

I'm addicted to Atreyu. Been listening to nothing else, aside from a little bit of Letters to Cleo and Alice in Chains all day. It's sad. I didn't want to be a screamo fan.

Gym is the best thing ever.

Officially. It is. Gym class was so good today. But that's beside the point. I woke up, dug through the dryer for my beloved Nirvana shirt, well, one of 'em, anyways, and got myself ready. Mondays are actually one of my favorite days of the week now. I don't have anything to do besides homework in the afternoon, and I usually have a pretty low key day in school, since almost nobody gives tests on Monday. English was boring, french made me panic since I'm not really ready for the unit assessment tomorrow, science was boring, as was math, civics was amusing, and gym was wonderful. Teen Living was the same monotonous time suck it always is. If I didn't have friends in that class, I'd seriously die.

I got my report card today, for third quarter. My grades weren't terrific, but they weren't jaw droppingly appalling. May as well share them on here;

English - A (95 percent)
French - C+ (81 percent)
Science - B+ (92 percent)
Algebra - B (84 percent)
Civics - A (96 percent)
Gym - A (95 percent)
Teen Living - A (99 percent)

My parents are not pleased with the french, nor the math, but they'll have to live. I'm more focused on making the most of gym class and hanging out with my friends than being a flawless student at this point, to be honest. Ah, well. I fought a little with my mother over them this afternoon, since my lack of dedication towards studying has angered her quite a bit, and her condescending manner towards me has angered me quite a bit. But nothing apocalyptic. I ate with only my father and brothers tonight, since my sister had a gymnastics lesson around six. I spent about an hour studying french with my brother, and forty minutes studying science. If I fail anything tomorrow, it's so not my fault, at least, tomorrow it isn't. I hate studying, it does absolutely nothing for me, but it makes my parents shut up, so I do it anyway.

I've got piano tomorrow. And gym class. And the rest of school, but that's not nearly as important.

I think I'm beginning to listen to Stone Temple Pilots again. Just a bit. Well, not exactly. I've been listening to 'Purple' for over an hour, and it's still not getting old at all. But I've been listening to Atreyu and Bella Morte quite a bit, as well. When I'm on the bus, all I listen to is Blind Melon and Nirvana though, strangely. I don't think the sort of music I listen to actually pertains to my location, but it certainly seems so. Maybe it just suits my mood in each place better, or something. There'll be a study on it in twenty years...

That's all for tonight.

The world revolves around my sister.

Or, at least, today happened to. For some reason, everything mentionable pertained to her. Rachel is such a little brat when she wants to be, and she cannot live without being the center of attention. But enough whining about her. Today, I got up around eight expecting to attend church. However, they had some sort of 'bring your parents into the youth room so they can awkwardly mingle with the parents of people who you never actually converse with' day, so the service was two hours later. Which was nice, because I got to sleep a little longer, and take my time getting ready. But the drawbacks were, as I stated above, that they were, well, there. My friend was showing me her new bellybutton piercing and my mother practically had an aneurysm. Sometimes I feel as though my life is a cheaply made television show on ABC Family or something.

But church was fine, aside from that. And that had nothing to do with my sister at all, so I suppose my post title is a little melodramatic, in retrospect. Oh well. After church, we went to this Thai place in honor of, oddly enough, Cambodian New Year. Turns out they haven't any Cambodian places near us. The food there was very good, but my sister turned it into some sort of excuse to demand a wide range of things with no nutritional value whatsoever, since it's apparently 'her holiday'. These are the times when, despite the part of me that knows it's stupid and immature, I wish I were adopted from South East Asia too. Aah. I can't stop complaining tonight. I guess I'll give up on seeming at least passably optimistic.

Upon arriving home, I did some french and algebra homework, wasted more of my life on the computer, and practiced the piano. A rather boring afternoon. Around six, I had to babysit my sister and brothers while my parents chatted about God and such with their friends. Which is generally one of the worst parts of my week, since there are typically about three other kids to supervise. This turns out to be a pain, but at least it pays. Ten dollars, to be exact. I really ought to call the Board of Child Labor and see about this, some day. Babysitting should have been easy tonight, since there were significiantly less people, and I had significantly more freedom to scream at them. But, no. My sister couldn't handle the concept of me having an easy job, apparently. She spoke in an incomprehensible British accent half of the time, despite the fact that she's neither British, nor can pass for it. She also threw an hour long fit about getting a glass of milk and attempted to kill me in two ways. All in all, a very eventful two and a half hours.

That was my day. It wasn't astonishingly great, but it wasn't terrible either. So, yeah.

I don't think I have any little rambles about music to put here, besides that I'm in love with Adam Lambert's studio version of Ring of Fire more than I thought I was, and Letters to Cleo is a band that I don't think I spent enough time phasing over. Also, that Atreyu does not actually exceed my limits for loudness, as proven by almost an hour of listening to them tonight. I haven't listenened to Smashing Pumpkins in days now, which is something I haven't managed since midsummer, which is sort of sad, but oh well. None of their songs are appealing to me when I put on my iPod, and I have over fifty of their songs on there, so I guess I'm done phasing for a while.

...Okay, maybe I had a few things to say. But still. That's all.

Today was good. :D

Today is one of the best days I've had in a while, I think. Saturdays are always pretty boring. I have to clean, and catch up on sleep. The latter happens to be one of my favorite things in the world, I'm certainly not complaining about that, but the former is such a pain. I usually put it off 'til Sunday and waste all day on the Internet. But not today. Oh no. My parents woke me at about ten with threats of a 'family hike'. Which happens to be one of my least favorite activities in the world. It's not so much the hiking as the time spent with five people who get on my nerves more than anyone else in this world, with the possible exception of some friends at school. The situation only got worse when I had to leave my iPod in the car.

You might be wondering why I said this was a good day, at this point. Not that going on a walk with my family is anything earth shattering. But it's not a bucket 'o fun either. It turns out that the walk was actually, dare I say it, fun, though. I ended up talking about attractive guys with my mother for most of the walk. Which proves to be endlessly amusing when she still crushes on the old Michael Jackson. Of course, I really can't ridicule her for having oddly feminine tastes any longer. It'd be really hypocritical. Oh well.

And then my day got even better. Because, when we arrived home, I was listening to Bella Morte on Youtube, and stumbled upon some comment saying that they were touring. This, of course, prompted me to hurry along to their website and see if this was, in fact, true. It was! They come to Virginia twice, but I'm going to the Springfield show. Yes, stalk all you like. You're not going to find me there. My mother worries that 'goth people with weapons' will come after me, and 'I'll be a victim of a mosh pit'. Which is sort of reasonable, I guess. Well, not the first one. My mother and her outdated stereotypes... but, at any rate, I got the tickets!! My father will be chaperoning me to prevent any attacks by them violent goths. Which is sort of a pain, but I don't know anyone else who likes them, and I can't see myself walking in there alone, honestly. I have a closet fear of goth people with weapons. Don't tell.

That's the best part of my day, right there. Getting the tickets, that is.

Worst part might have been quarreling over various things with everyone throughout the day. Nothing astronomically terrible happened. It was nice. And unusual.

So, yeah. My song addiction of the day appears to be torn between Unfamiliar by The Birthday Massacre, Tomorrow by Silverchair, and Find Forever Gone by Bella Morte. All three of them are beautiful.

That's about it.

It's Friday... Again.

This week flew by. It felt more like one endless day than anything else, seperated only by a few meager hours of sleep at night. I don't mind the weekends, but I do miss going to school, at times. Two days is hardly a lengthy wait, though. I'll make it through. Fridays are probably my favorite day of the week, since they've got a balance of both school and relaxing, which is lovely.

Today was not really remarkable in any way. I had my math test, which was definitely challenging, but nothing insanely impossible like some of 'em. Despite the fact that I did not study my brains out, like we were apparently supposed to, nor did I know quite what I was doing at all, I think I pulled it off. My other classes proved to be the worthless, uninspired, monotonous blocks of time that they always were, with the exception of gym. Gym appears to be turning the tables on me and making itself become unbearable, with the approach of a much dreaded frisbee unit. There are so many things wrong with it, I don't even know where to begin. But school ended itself eventually, like always.

I had a pretty boring Friday afternoon, one that consisted of hanging around outside, wasting more of my life on the Internet, and forgetting to practice piano, yet again. My teacher is going to think I'm even more talentless and undedicated than I've already proven myself to be if I keep this up. But I'm beginning to sound rather pessimistic. The weather was really nice today, and my mother is beside herself with joy because... well, I don't know, to be honest. She PMS's all month. Constant moodiness, from the first to the thirty first. At any rate, she was far easier to live with today.

Best part of the day might have been, sadly enough, the second when I walked into gym. Before I figured out what we'd be put through for the duration of the class. Nothing very thrilling happened today. Oh, and in case you were wondering, I do not actually enjoy gym as a class. In fact, I rather hate it. That's not why I'm constantly rambling on about how it's better than everything else in the world of human wreckage that is my school.

Worst part of the day was probably rushing like mad to finish up my sewing patterns in 'Teen Living'. I've been hating that class more and more every day since we finished cooking. I had to run four sheets of paper through the sewing machine at its maximum setting before the class was over, which created torn, ragged messes. Messes that were, I feel obligated to add, completed and turned in on time. If the grading scale isn't too harsh, I'll be fine. I think.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention, I am currently in love with Sleepyhouse, by Blind Melon right now, mostly because the vocals on it are so beautiful. Why does everyone with talent go and die?! This band has the best acoustic riffs ever. They're so catchy.

But, anyways. Enough said. That's all for now.

Hello, World. :D

This is my new blog. I actually already have one, but it's got rants and cursing and all that stuff. I'll try to keep most of the cursing off of this one. The rants too. Mostly, I intend to use it to ramble about my days. Which are, admittedly, pretty boring. But I like reading about other people, I think it's interesting, so I can only assume there are other people who will get some entertainment out of this. You never know.

I'll introduce myself now, since it's my very first entry.

I've got a real name, but you can call me Vertige if you don't know me. In case you hadn't worked this out by now, I'm a girl. I'm thirteen, almost fourteen. If you consider 'almost' to be one and a half months, which I don't, really, but most people do.

I don't have a boatload of freetime, generally. But when I do, I spend it messing around on the computer, reading, and experimenting on the guitar and the piano. I can't play either very well, but I know enough to teach myself things. I also write fanfiction, occasionally. Anything from pathetically fangirlish rockstar stories to Animal Crossing horror.

I listen to music almost constantly. Some of my favorite artists are Nirvana, The Birthday Massacre, Britney Spears, Blind Melon, Bella Morte, Steve Burns, The Toadies, Jane Wiedlin, and Veruca Salt. Or rather, those are the ones I've been listening to most frequently as of late.

That's probably enough introduction. I'll post a little about my day, and be done now.

I woke up around five with a stomach ache, then proceeded to fall back asleep 'til 5:57, when I was forced out of bed by my clock. Mornings make me question the point of life. I had the bus seat to myself this morning, which is always nice. School was the colossally pointless waste of time that it always is, the high point of the day being gym. I'm not terribly athletic, but that matters not in my gym class. Upon arriving home, I did about an hour of algebra homework. I've got a chapter test tomorrow, but I'm pretty confident about the stuff. Our test was meant to be today, but it got pushed ahead due to a school picture session in the middle of class.

The best part of the day was definitely finding out that Letters to Cleo reunited. Yes, this is pathetically old news. It gave me quite a shock when I was browsing about on Imeem today and there was a red icon that said, 'On Tour' beside their name. I thought it was a mistake, 'til Wikipedia told me the beautiful truth. They're not doing much in the way of touring yet, but they should be soon, and then maybe I'll go see them. I'm so glad that Kay got her mind back and left Miley's crew.

Worst part might be that tomorrow is Friday, and I'm going to miss a few elements of school over the weekend. I'll also have to end this procastination and start studying for my French test, since something tells my teacher wouldn't be especially pleased if I tanked a unit assessment. Ah, well. I think I'll live.

That's about it.