I'm a bad blogger.

I say this because it has been at least four days, and all sorts of things have been going on in my life, and I haven't said anything about any of them. But that's okay. I'll make up for it by rambling a while. Wednesday was my last day of youth group. It was sort of boring, rather low key. I hung out with my friends and wandered the church aimlessly. I cannot remember anything else in particular happening that day, with the exception of my english teacher visibly losing her mind in front of my class. She was all giggly and giddy at the beginning of class, laughing over nothing and making these jokes that seemed inspired by something decidedly chemical, then randomly gave us our largest project of the year, to date. It was meant to teach us something about research before we went off into the wide world of highschool, but I don't know that it'll be very educational, if it is anything like the other projects we've had. It will also not interest me at all. She started off by calling it a 'basic research project', so I had no objections to this. I thought I might learn a little something about the life of David Bowie, if that was possible. But then she killed the project by assigning me some World War II general who's name I cannot even pronounce, and probably is not even on the more interesting side. The Nazis, that is. I am quite fascinated with the Nazi belief system and Hitler, which makes no sense, since I am, apparently, Jewish and would have been imprisoned and killed during that time. Something about them is quite interesting to me. But, alas, I did not get assigned Hitler. So I have to learn some facts about Josef whatever his name is, now. As I was saying, before I went off on my little rant about ...the war, I guess? My english teacher suddenly became quite angry for no particular reason, and started ranting and marching around the classroom in her usual manner. At least she'd returned to normal at this point. She then told us, despite the fact that no one had moved a muscle during the entire class period, that we were doing our note cards all wrong. They were, she insisted, called note cards because they were intended for taking notes, not copying down information. Can't argue that logic.

Thursday, I did nothing of substance. My sister and mother had to go to gymnastics, so my father took me, and my brothers out for dinner. Which was nice. Made nicer by the fact that he told us that he'll be taking me and my brother somewhere this summer. Anywhere we want, as long as it is an easy drive away from here. I, personally, would really like to go to New Jersey. My brother wants to go to New York or something.

Friday, which was yesterday, wasn't a terribly good day. School was boring. My friend broke his wrist, I failed a french test, which normally would have really stressed me out, but I've done quite well on the other tests we've had, as of late, so I didn't mind. I got screamed at by a school administrator for throwing something away in what proved to be the wrong garbage can. Silly me. People continued to state that I had blue hair, in gym and teen living, as though it were a new idea, and certainly not something I was aware of. I couldn't wait for the week to be over, which is sort of unusual for me, as of late. Upon arriving home, I found my parents to be gone, which meant I had to go and get my brother from the bus stop, a walk that takes about twenty minutes, and involves passing by all sorts of very noisy dogs. Oh well. I needed the exercise, I probably do not get enough. I spent the afternoon playing piano, wasting time on the internet, and wondering if I ought to be cleaning my room. I need to do so today, it's probably what I shall do as soon as I finish this. I went to bed extremely early for me, around eleven. Fridays are normally my latest nights.

Today's been boring, so far. But it's only four in the afternoon. I woke around ten, went to my neighbor's home so they could introduce me to their children and prepare me for my babysitting job on Monday, and hung out around the house, played some piano. Much to my disappointment, my new song book hasn't anything worth playing, certainly not anything that I listen to in my free time. But I am teaching myself how to play Lithium, using a guitar book that I had from the days when I consistently played guitar... something I really ought to keep doing. The notes are a little more challenging than anything else I've been playing, and some of them must be altered so they sound better on piano, but that's nothing I can't work with. I also ordered a new cell phone, since my old one is three years old, has a habit of losing charge for no reason whatsoever (it and my laptop should start a club) and is quite a bother to use. I'm babysitting for my parents tonight. That kills the best hours of the evening, but at least it'll make up for all of the money I've lost, recently. I don't think saving up cash is physically possible for me.

I've listened to a wide variety of things this week. I seem to be floating in between phases, sort of. There's the folk / classical / new age / God knows what that Pandora Radio got me hooked on, and then there's the Vitamin String Quartet, who is one of my most infuriating obsessions, since you cannot find their full length songs free, anywhere online. I might have to go and buy them all off of iTunes. I am also in a little bit of a Nirvana phase, still. I have moved on from Nevermind songs to Bleach songs, for the most part. I never really liked Bleach quite as much as the newer stuff. I suppose they were still sorting things out, changing band members, developing a specific sound, then, but the music from that album is still astonishingly great. It's very underrated. If those phases were not enough, I still frequently, almost addictively, listen to the same two industrial bands that have been my obsession for months, now. But, I think the most dominant phase at the moment would have to be VSQ. I cannot get over how unique, and interesting they are. Who else would have thought to cover the Toadies with violins and violas?! The only thing I want that I have not heard them do would be Mudhoney. If they can do a decent Mudhoney rendition, I'll be a fan for life.

That's it, I suppose. I'd better quit putting off the inevitable and get off my computer.