So much nothingness.

I'm insanely busy, but not with interesting things. Mostly, I'm just going to school. Coming home. Doing ten pounds of homework. Going to sleep. That's it. My life... gone. Not that I had much of one before, but what I did have got lost somewhere in the piles of geometry notes and french worksheets. I have a lot of homework this weekend. And when I say 'a lot', I mean a lot. I have to read a chapter from my biology textbook, answer the assessment questions, and make notecards to help me remember the vocabulary, and finish up the lab paperwork that I didn't have time to finish on Friday. Then I have to do three (yes, three) math assignments, make notecards to help me remember postulates and theorums and such, and study for the upcoming quiz. And then I have to get started on studying for my english test next week. And I have to make french notecards for chapter one, part two and study for the upcoming quiz on that. Basically, I'll be using a fair percentage of the world's stock of notecards this weekend. The only class I do not have homework in would be, surprisingly enough, history. History doesn't actually give much homework, but I end up doing a lot of homework for that class because I take ten pages of notes when everyone else takes about one and that takes some time. I learn by writing things down. Oh, and I have no journalism homework. I totally aced the test we had in there on Friday, fortunately for me, because my oh so intelligent project partners got us a B due to their inability to write a complete sentence and their overall giggliness. I hate working with people like that.

It's the weekend now, thank God. School isn't terrible, but it's very wearing. The only thing I'm doing after school right now is piano, on Tuesdays. Youth group is on Sundays this year. I'm still not 'getting involved', which I'm sure is going to maul my chances of getting into college, but that's okay. I'll figure something out later. Something that's not social or athletic or time consuming. The sad thing is, I love riding the bus. It's my favorite part of the school day. I've been using my father's old Walkman, bringing two or three discs a day, and it's working out swimmingly. 'Cept for when I have to change the CD in the middle of a bus ride. Mostly, I've been listening to L7's 'Hungry For Stink', which I bought along with Veruca Salt's 'Resolver' and Elastica's 'The Menace'. I think the L7 album is my favorite of the three. At first, I didn't love it, but it grew on me. 'Can I Run' is just about the best song in the world.

My thoughts aren't very cohesive today. It's raining outside and it's so, so pretty. Cloudy days are the best things ever.

I was going to go to some CD release show with a bunch of bands who's names I didn't know at all tonight, but then my friend got in trouble with her parents so now I'm not going, because my parents think I'll be murdered if I go anyplace alone. I'm, admittedly, not as sad as I would be because I knew who none of the bands were. The only reason I knew about the show was because this senior on my bus handed me a flier thingy, due to my tendancy to wear shirts with bands nobody knows on them. Well, she knew them. It surprised me that someone in my school knew who the Donnas were, but I suppose I shouldn't be that surprised. They're not underground or anything, and they're pretty poppy.

This is extremely short, but I don't know what else to say, and I sort of want to edit my novel, a little bit, today. It's already well past four, so I'd better get started. My mother's friend's mother is an author and my mother said she wants to see some of what I wrote because she read my little complaint letter... (which, by the way, the radio station has completely ignored. I'll be writing again soon.) So I think I should probably get some of the novel up to a level of decency.

Music lately has been a lot of Green River and some Mudhoney too, because I love Mark Arm and everything he does. A lot of Love Battery and Veruca Salt. During the school day, mostly L7. Some Smashing Pumpkins, I'm teaching myself 'Crestfallen' on piano so I'm listening to it again and again, Devo, The Distillers, a fair amount of Sleater Kinney, some Toadies. I totally forgot about them and was happy to remember. Nirvana, Babes In Toyland, The Go! Team, (I saw their first album at the record place last week and seriously thought about buying it, just because it was so cool that it was there). Chopin, I love all of the songs of his from Opus 28 that I've heard so far, The Birthday Massacre, a little bit of Lady Gaga, Moist, other scattered things.

That's it...

No recess.

At my school. There is none. I haven't had recess since fifth grade, it's sad. And even then, I spent most of my days inside, reading books or watching my teacher's rabbits or whatever it is I did to amuse myself. Anyway. School has been going all right so far. All of the hype about high school being radically different from middle school? Yeah, it's stupid. Sometimes, I find myself walking through the halls or sitting in class forgetting that I've ever left my middle school. I've met a few people already; haven't had much chance to hang out with those that I used to know. Most of my school friends are in totally different classes than me. Or went to the other high school, which is unfortunate. I don't have all that much trouble making friends, but I don't like it. I'm very withdrawn when I don't already know people. Fortunately, if people are outgoing to talk to me first - and not annoying - I generally don't have too much trouble befriending them. I don't need to be all that social right now anyway. When I'm at school, I'm usually almost completely focused on figuring out where I'm going or what I'm doing. I have this thing about not upsetting new teachers, particularly those who teach subjects that I try to get decent grades in.

I'd say the hardest thing for me has been finding my way around. I don't consider myself too good to walk up to random seniors with my crinkled up, highlighted to death map and ask where I am, which means I haven't been late because none of them directed me the wrong way. And all of them were willing to help me. So far, high school isn't nearly as petrifying or fatality inducing as it's meant to be in movies and books and such. While it was somewhat intimidating to be walking the halls with people who look more like adults than teenagers, for about two periods, I got over it faster than I thought I would. Getting lost is the only real problem. My journalism classroom likes to make itself impossible for me to find. Today, however, I found it without asking anyone where to go. Which made me happy. I even got there safely before the bell rang. All of my other classes are pretty easy to find, since I have a map and they're not really out of the way too much.

Oh, and my schedule would be...

English - all days.
History - all days.
Journalism - 'a' days.
Geometry - 'b' days.
French II - 'a' days.
Biology - 'b' days.
Gym - all days.

They're not actually called 'a' and 'b' days, but if I told you what they were called, you'd be able to figure out school I go to, and I don't think I actually want that on the internet, even though almost no one reads this.

In other news, my piano lesson yesterday wasn't so great. My practice was a little bit messed up because I was gone half of the time, and my work ethic was really lacking during the time that I was home. My piano teacher said I did very well on Prelude though, luckily for me, especially when she found out I was having my lesson on my first day of school. (At this point, I should explain that I thought it a smart plan to stay up until past two writing and reading... fanfiction the night before. And then I got up at five. Before this, I was kept awake by power outages, stress, and too many blankets. So I was dead tired by the time I got home.) She taught me the epic part of the song, the part where left and right hands take turns playing on the same staff and the sixteenth notes look all pretty and advanced and I get confused. I'm also playing, 'Jester', but I'm not thrilled about it because it has chords, which I hate playing on the piano. If I don't adore the melody of a song, chances are, I won't learn it too well. I learned Prelude fast, compared to my other songs, and that's 'cause I loved it. Well, I'm still learning it. And I still love it. But I'm not totally proficient at most of it, yet. I'm still sort of addicted to playing 'The Devil' by Tears for Fears. And singing, but very softly, because I don't have much of a voice.

Well, to update this post, it's now Sunday night and I just realized that I got too lazy to bother hitting Publish and so now I've lived more and haven't told the world.

Music this week has been The Go! Team and a little bit of Hinder and quite a bit of Elastica and Green River and L7 and Devo, so much Devo, I want to marry all of Devo, Duran Duran and Tears for Fears, Spice Girls. I rediscovered my devout adoration for Love Battery this weekend - they really are so good, I can't stand it, most of the time. The Distillers, because 'Love Is Paranoid' is still my obsession. Some of their other stuff, but mostly that. Veruca Salt, Sleater Kinney, the Toadies, Moist. Lots and lots of Smashing Pumpkins. Is it just me or are they quite the fall band? Especially Adore and Mellon Collie. Dark, hazy songs with thickening layers of gray that you just kind of sink into, and keep going until you can't see. Chilling drum sounds, that sound all hollow and echoy. Angst without all the melodrama, in a subtle, dreamy way like something's been lost but it can't be found so no one bothers looking. That sort of thing.

I need to go to sleep and stop rambling about things. Bad enough that I wrote nearly three thousand word... description about someone who doesn't even belong to me tonight.

This weekend was amazing. :D

I'm only sad it's over and now summer is over too. But that's okay, because this post is going to not be about that, I don't think. Anyway, on Saturday, I went to the RevGen (Christian) music festival in New Jersey with my best friend. It was basically ten consecutive hours of hearing loud noises, getting to look at musicians and hanging out, which meant it was relentlessly fun. My father took me there, which was cool because according to... certain people I'm supposed to be hanging out with him more. Plus, he wasn't as loud or shrieky as my mother would have been. And he doesn't really care what I do most of the time, so he didn't try to make me stay with him constantly or anything. But I'm kinda rambling. So, anyway, we saw several bands. There were a couple that I didn't know that my father and I stood in the back for during the first hour of the festival, but they were pretty good. One was screamoish in nature, and the other was poppy rock, but if you asked me their names, I could certainly not tell you. I think the first thing we did pertaining to a band who's name I actually knew was this thing where we went inside a tent and listened to The Devil Wears Prada talk. I had never actually listened to this band, but I'm just going to take a second and mention that their keyboardist was exceedingly adorable, so that kept my attention while this old pastor person asked them questions for a while. Although I was somewhat disappointed there was no hugging involved with this little tent thing, it was fun to hear famous people talk and be in the same room as them. And then, I think - I could very well be forgetting something or putting things in the wrong order - we saw a band called Fireflight, who my mother apparently likes. I know she's not totally opposed to distortion or anything like that, she listens to Nickelback and the like, but this band was heavy so I'm sort of surprised she liked them. I actually recognized several of their songs from hearing them played in the car, or the house, or whereever she plays 'em. They were very good live. They sounded more metallic and much louder than on the CD, which I think made them sound better. Plus they had this synchronized headbanging thing going on that made them doubly entertaining to watch. Their singer was good live; she had lots of energy and was still... y'know, singing. And their guitarists were not only adorable, they appeared to be good at what they were doing. Which was guitar.

After that, we waited in line to get Fireflight's autographs which was cool 'cept for we were sort of worried they might want to know what our favorite songs were or something, which was not going to work out as we were not actually sure what the names to anything was. That got taken care of, though, and so we got to see the people up close and they touched stuff that we touched and all that. I don't know why, but the concept of being in the same realm as famous people is so insanely wonderful to me. And then we saw The Devil Wears Prada. I refused to go in the circles of people jumping around not actually slamming into each other because I am lame, which is unfortunate for Jill (the afore mentioned best friend), who probably would have, otherwise. And then my father thought I was going to die so he made me come stand further away, which I suppose might have been sad if I didn't partly have the same fear. I wanted to be near the front so I could see the band, but I didn't actually want to be in the middle of that. Aside from not having any clue what they were saying, ninety eight percent of the time, because they were, well, screaming, they were pretty good. I love their keyboardist. Which has almost nothing to do with the actual music, but I figure it's relevant enough to pass muster for this thing.

And then we ate food. And then we saw Flyleaf. Flyleaf was probably my favorite band of the day. They were incredible live, in my opinion. I was happy to find that I knew almost everything they played, with the exception of one or two new songs I don't think have been released yet. They played pretty much all of their best songs, besides 'Red Sam', which I don't think I even noticed the lack of while until just now. My favorite was definitely 'Breathe Today' - I used to be so addicted to that song, a year or two ago, and it was the coolest thing ever live. But 'Cassie' live was really good too. I actually liked it better when they played it than I did off the disc, I think. My only complaint was that I could barely hear Lacey's voice on some of the songs, maybe something was wrong with the sound system. We managed to be nearish the front but not in a pit of people, so that was good. Oh, and my father remembered his earplugs this time, so that meant he wasn't whining about being deaf after the show.

Lastly, we saw Switchfoot. My parents are both Switchfoot fans, so I know a couple of their songs, but I myself don't generally listen to them. Still, I enjoyed their show. Their singer was extremely good at the whole connecting to the audiance thing, and I recognized more than I thought. And he had beautiful hair. And eyes. And so that was entertaining too. He kept doing this thing where he was like, playing his guitar with his mouth which I'm sure sort of failed to impress whoever he was trying to impress but I thought it was a nice touch anyway. When the festival was over, we waited about an hour and a half 'til they decided we could leave the parking lot and then made the trek over to our hotel. By the time we got there, I was already half asleep. I think that's the most tired I've ever been before three in the morning and after nine in the morning. So that was the end of Saturday.

And then on Sunday, I went over to Jill's house and we watched 'Singles', which was a super amazing movie. I want to own it now. If it didn't have a sort of sex scene... Anyway. I think I should also make it be known that she had like, a heart attack over Pink Pop '92 videos of Pearl Jam. Mostly, Eddie Vedder. So if she ever tries to deny it, I shall have the evidence right here! I don't know what else to say about this besides that she has gorgeous posters up in her room.

This post is getting long due to my rambling tendancies and my lack of blogging as of late. I fear I might not be posting all that much in the months of September and October. School was the death of my last blog. By the second half of the year, time should be easier to find, but I'll have to work hard to keep posting. So, yeah.

Oh, and my shoes got here! They really are so ugly, they're pretty. Imagine bowling shoes faded from black to dark gray made of something between flannel and cotton, with scuffed up soles and oddly shaped tongues, and you have them. I love them. So much.

Music has been several things, mainly. I brainwashed my father to like Elastica during the car ride to NJ and back. I was surprised that he liked them, but I suppose I should just be happy because that means I can obessively play their album and he might not mind it. I've also been getting into the Distillers, a little bit. At first, I only listened to their hit, 'Drain The Blood,' but then I listened to all of Coral Fang and it's a great album. Pity it's got an explicit sticker and a naked girl decorating the cover. I'm especially addicted to 'Love Is Paranoid'. Best. Song. Ever. I hope I lose my addiction to it at some point, because I really don't think I can download it. I've also been listening to Green River, Smashing Pumpkins, and the Gothic - Industrial Tribute to SP that I have. Some stuff on there is brilliant, like Bella Morte's cover of 'Soma'. But some is crappy. Or at least, not to my personal liking. I was listening to a little bit of Flyleaf this morning. Oh, and I've been loving Devo. I need their first album.

That's about all.