Weekends are tiring.

Well, not normally, they aren't. But this one certainly is. It's only Sunday, but it feels as though it's been months since Friday afternoon. Of course, at the same time, I don't want the weekend to end, because school is such a pain, at this point. In addition to that, I'm terrified of gym. More afraid than I've ever been of any class, ever. It's silly, but I don't want to bat. See, my gym teacher decided that the best possible unit to finish off the year would be a softball one. This encompasses the whole 'stand in front of people and swing blindly at a tiny white ball coming at you at ten thousand miles an hour' thing. Which I cannot handle. I've managed to get out of it, until now. But there are only so many people in my class, and it seems rather inevitable. So, I shall be mocked and scorned by my classmates, forced to destroy my team's winning streak, and ridiculed by my friends, all of whom somehow, despite the fact that they too haven't any coordination or athletic ability, manage to hit the ball. Oh well. Anywho, I'm getting quite distracted. This weekend hasn't been torment or anything, though I suspect that I'll be quite glad by the end of it. My grandparents are acting the way they always do. 'Cept for, I forgot what a sharp, almost hostile sense of humor my grandfather has. Sarcastic, mocking, that sort of thing. Not wildly different than mine, I suppose, but I am a hypocrite. He also has a habit of cursing constantly, even around my sister and brother, which, while amusing and mostly harmless, is getting my mother all wound up. My grandmother is almost frighteningly complimentary, and insisted upon listening to Alice in Chains and Bella Morte off of my iPod yesterday, which turned out being sort of uncomfortable for everyone.

I sound so negative, and horrid. I love them, I guess, but I hardly see them, and when I do, it's not as though I'm going to pour out my soul to them or anything. There are some perks to having them here, perks that are almost totally unrelated to the actual people. Once again, I sound horrible, but oh well. Yesterday, after being dragged down a path through Great Falls National Park (something like that, I think it was called? Yeah, I'm stalker friendly.) where there were snakes, and worms, and animal carcasses, and all sorts of other unpleasent things, my parents took me to a thrift store. At long last. I have been waiting to go into one of these things and see what they are for a very, very long time. I was shocked, elated, at the low prices. Most of the garments there weren't really up my alley - they were better suited to middle aged men, which, admittedly, isn't all that far away from my style, but they weren't nice looking middle aged men clothes - but I found this gigantic blue button down shirt, that suited me well enough, for four dollars. For four dollars, I'll buy almost anything. My parents didn't seem to be in complete approval of it, but it was my money, and they had no choice. The people at thrift stores, at least, that one, turn out to be far nicer than the people at regular clothing stores. The woman at the counter actually started a conversation with me - yes, it was about my hair dye, which is getting really old, I don't even have all that much in there - which I haven't had since I lived in Washington. People are not generally all that friendly around here. You're probably wondering, at this point, what this could possibly have to do with my grandparents. The only reason I convinced my mother to take me in there was because my grandmother was already inside. She's a snob of sorts, she doesn't like going inside these places. She doesn't even like me buying things off of eBay, which I think is sort of dumb. Of course, I'm an obsessive bargain hunter, so...

We went to the air and space museum later that afternoon. Which was boring. I entertained myself by trying to make my phone get reception, and failing, and watching this rather senile old guy talk to himself by one of the planes. There were some Nazi fighters there, which proved rather interesting, more so than everything else. How is it that their symbol, just a simple formation of lines can be so notorious? It almost sort of scares me to look at it, which I don't think is all that uncommon. Upon arriving home, I hung out on the Internet for a while, mostly on Youtube, since my other major internet addiction was forced away from me, and tried to avoid more social interactions of the most awkward kind. Well, perhaps not most awkward, but pretty darn uneasy. Talking to people with such an age gap, and a life gap, is sort of difficult for me. Then again, I have issues talking to some people my own age, so it could quite possibly be my fault. I tried practicing piano, but it's really not working out for me. I have two days to perfect those measures, but Karma Police is impossible. My grandfather is insanely good at piano, and he laughed at how low the notes on the treble clef were written, tried his hand at it for a couple of minutes, and then wished me good luck. The other song, Sonatina or something like that, isn't horribly bad, but I've been neglecting it, I need to do some work if I'm going to get both of my hands working together by Tuesday. Maybe I'll contract a life threatening illness. That'll get me out of gym and piano. Goodness, I just realized how intensely stressful Tuesday is going to be. Oh well. I'll have to try not to think of it, and savor the last day of my life before things I do not want to do and cannot do invade. Oh, how I long for the enclosed mental shelter of homeschool.

I'm hanging around the house, not doing much of anything today. I need to recover from all of the touristy nonsense I did yesterday, I suppose. Tomorrow, we're going into Washington DC and doing some museum sorts of things. If my mother follows up on her offer earlier, I will get to visit the Hard Rock Cafe there. I've been to the Maui, Baltimore, San Francisco, and Myrtle Beach ones so far. They never fail to completely thrill me. There's nothing I like more than musical icons and their stuff. If I get any decent pictures, perhaps I'll put them up on here.

Oh! I almost forgot to post my fourth quarter interim grades, mostly for my own remembering purposes. Here we go...

English - A (95 percent)
French - A (97 percent)
Science - B+ (92 percent)
Algebra - C+ (80 percent)
Civics - A (96 percent)
Gym - A (100 percent)
Teen Living - B+ (90 percent)

I know, it's quite pathetic that my Teen Living grade is lower than everything but algebra. I've been told now by about twenty people.


As for music, I've been listening to some... guilty pleasure stuff, I guess one could say. Singers that are frowned upon by most everyone with decent musical taste, or who knows anything about music. Singers who resort to working for the Disney franchise. Okay, fine, I'll come out and say it, I was listening to Miley Cyrus last night. Start All Over has really well done harmonies in it. Kudos to whoever wrote the music for the song, which I am completely certain is not Cyrus herself. I also had on some Spice Girls, Puddle of Mudd, and, later, Smashing Pumpkins. So, it was an all over horrible musical night, with the exception of the last band. If only I could return to one of my former phases, where there was at least some dignity in liking the music I liked. I've brought myself out of it, a little bit, by listening to Love Battery, Nirvana, and Incubus today. I have the feeling that it'll get worse later today. I tend to lose self control and search things that I'd never search - such as Miley Cyrus, for example - if I were fully operational, later at night.

That's it. This entry was sort of short, but oh well. I need to go downstairs and stop neglecting my relatives.