I decided this weekend that I'm done caring, and I think I'm just going let things happen as they happen and quit worrying about it, because in the end people do what they want anyway. I'm tired of being paranoid and yes, jealous, because it's making me bitter and hateful. It's almost May for God's sakes! Summer's almost here, and I'm holed up in my little cave with my iPod feeling sorry for myself.
But not anymore.
Honestly, I'm tired of trying and fighting and complaining. So I won't. I'm just going to go with it and let stuff happen however it wants, since I clearly have no means to decide. However, I do kinda like it like that. It takes the stress of decision off me, and I don't think I'm capable of it anyway.
In other news, my great-aunt decided she was going to take 58 sleeping/pain pills. She very nearly died, but her husband came home early from work and took her to the hospital. They didn't even get a chance to pump her stomach. And now they psychiatric lady at the hospital got an involuntary warrant to send her to some institution. Not that she doesn't need the help.
But two good things came out of it:
1. Now she'll finally be forced to deal with her problem instead of hiding.
2. It really brought a normally dysfunctional family together.
Not that my family hates each other, it's just that we rarely have a chance to come together all at once.
For example, take my mother and Jamie's mother. Even though they've been disagreeing and haven't talked since September (that's almost seven months for you math whizzes), they still called and had a decent conversation. If that's all the good that comes from it, I'm happy with that.
And I called Jamie and we both kinda cried on the phone and shared stories and stuff. It was really nice and it made me feel a lot better about everything that's been going on.
And talking to Leah until 12 or 1 AM also helped. And also kinda confused some more stuff up but that's beside the point.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Just kill me now?
I'm sick as a dog right now. It's pretty bad. My throat hurts and I'm generally dying.
But that's not why I'm posting.
I'm posting about people. And how I don't like what they do, and how I have no power to make them think the way I think. It's kind of awful how that works. You have people that delude themselves into thinking that the world is theirs. The "Do what I want you to do." kind of people. And then you have people that have very low self-esteem, and these are the types that usually go along with the "Do what I want you to do"'s, further feeding their delusion.
The strangest thing: I'm not sure which I am.
Furthermore, I'm not sure which one is at fault.
Something I do know, however: people have to make their own decisions. Even though I may think some of those decisions are stupid and unnecessary, it's not my place to judge them and rule them.
Because in the end, regardless of others, people will do what they want to anyway. That's just how it works.
But that's not why I'm posting.
I'm posting about people. And how I don't like what they do, and how I have no power to make them think the way I think. It's kind of awful how that works. You have people that delude themselves into thinking that the world is theirs. The "Do what I want you to do." kind of people. And then you have people that have very low self-esteem, and these are the types that usually go along with the "Do what I want you to do"'s, further feeding their delusion.
The strangest thing: I'm not sure which I am.
Furthermore, I'm not sure which one is at fault.
Something I do know, however: people have to make their own decisions. Even though I may think some of those decisions are stupid and unnecessary, it's not my place to judge them and rule them.
Because in the end, regardless of others, people will do what they want to anyway. That's just how it works.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
LARGE FONT JAKE FORMAT
So I'm writing this post in a large font. Because it's cool. Mallory isn't awesome.
I love that moment when the substitute "commends us" for being awesome. Because we are.
So anyway, the actual target of this post was actually going to be about how people make me mad. People that whine and complain about things about which they have no understanding.
But I don't want to talk about that.
I want to talk about all the cool spaced I'm leaving between sentences.
It's kinda like the Facebook phenomenon know as "Jake Format", but for blogger. And it has a lot less swag.
And that's all I feel like writing.
Time to work on a Toxins PowerPoint.
I love that moment when the substitute "commends us" for being awesome. Because we are.
So anyway, the actual target of this post was actually going to be about how people make me mad. People that whine and complain about things about which they have no understanding.
But I don't want to talk about that.
I want to talk about all the cool spaced I'm leaving between sentences.
It's kinda like the Facebook phenomenon know as "Jake Format", but for blogger. And it has a lot less swag.
And that's all I feel like writing.
Time to work on a Toxins PowerPoint.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Derparoni and Cheese
One day in the lollipop woods the polar ice caps were dancing upon the queen bee's mother. Then once the ponies smelled the rainbow's war stank, the chipmunk bit a liar. "Ouch, you balloon faced idiot!" Soon, Marygold and hotdogman galumphed to saxomland carrying their potato skin weapons proudly. Suddenly, Golem discovered explosive hiccups inside his belly button ring. Marygold quickly slammed Golem onto the roses, moaning sonorously. Carefully, they clubbed the lion's backside with ease, while dancing sweet victory things into Ashley's Morridor.
This story was written through the combined efforts of Leah, Mallory and I. We all took turns typing one word at a time, and this is the product.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Testing and grades and general death.
We just got done with our two end of course tests we have to take this year. I think I did awesome on the English one, but I'm pretty sure I got a C on the algebra. I had no idea what was even going on. Which reminds me, we have a chemistry test today that I know I'm going to fail, simply because I have no idea how to do anything. Ma + Va = Mb + Vb. Wut.
And on top of all of this, I have
And on top of all of this, I have
- Algebra essay response things for School of Rock
- World Civ study guide
- world civ posters and political cartoons and stuff
- English map test today
- English independent reading "cafe"
So I'm pretty swamped with end-of-the-year type testing and crazy expectations.
Oh, and if I have two B's by the end of the year, my parents are considering taking away band.
My mother is an upholstery beast.
My mother is a beast.
Not like this kind:
But this kind:
Not like this kind:
But this kind:
What you're seeing here was once a coffee table. My mother took two sheets of foam board and covered it in an old blanket. It's insanely comfortable and awesome. She also strategically made it a little higher than the couch, so when your feet are on it they're slightly above you, which somehow makes it feel a lot better. IT HAS TWO LAYER'S OF FOAM BOARD FOR BLOGGER'S SAKE. IT'S MORE COMFORTABLE THAN MY BED.
She also left the bottom on, so she could eventually take off the red when she found something better.
That's right. My mom is awesome.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Our bad.
So. I'd like to take this time to apologize for distracting any of you from from what I'm absolutely sure was unimaginably important and life changing work with our marching band music. Please, I beg for your forgiveness. If it was bothering you that bad, please just tell us next time. All of us have headphones, and Mallory even has an audio splitter. We could have listened to it privately.
The following images are completely unrelated.
OK, the last one is a little related.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Marching Band. I'm excite.
So I'm marching trombone next year. And I'll be section leader with Kaci. Yeah. See, marching band is divided into 5 sections:
- Low Brass
- Woodwinds
- Percussion
- Guard?
- High Brass.
And since we'll be juniors next year and there won't be very many seniors, most of our grade will be section leaders. Observe:
- Low Brass - Kaci Beard & I
- Woodwinds - Mallory
- Percussion - Peyton (Melodic) & Hayden (Rhythmic)
- Guard - Ashley (With Leah as her little assistant.)
- High Brass - Micah
So yeah. We're going to beast it. So I'm sharing our section with Kaci and we're going to have around 6 or 7 people.
- Me of course
- Kaci
- Swilley
- Sara
- Jantzon? Croft
- Derp Kid
- Maybe somebody else I don't even know.
That's about it. I'm super excite. MAYBE IF PEOPLE AREN'T STUPID WE'LL MAKE IT TO STATE THIS YEAR.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Spring Break. Derp.
So I'm not going to write about Spring Break that much. Because it was weird.
My brothers and I stayed up until 6:30 Friday night. And then got up at 8 to go to Evansville to play mini-golf and laser tag and skeeball and stuff. It was pretty awesome. I'm pretty much going to bullcrap this entire post until I get 100 words.
Since I haven't got there yet, I'll go back in time a little and tell another story. The weekend starting spring break, Hannah decided that we were all going to the park. And Hannah made two certain people walk. To the park. For an hour. Ashley and I were actually looking at sticks to beat Hannah with. I wanted to destroy every vestige of her existence on the face of the planet. Like seriously. And then they arrived with the park and we ate pizza and I was fine again. For like two days and then it all went to crap. But that's not a story for a blog post. I'm pretty sure I have 100 words so I'm done here.
Glad to be back chillun.
Not really.
My brothers and I stayed up until 6:30 Friday night. And then got up at 8 to go to Evansville to play mini-golf and laser tag and skeeball and stuff. It was pretty awesome. I'm pretty much going to bullcrap this entire post until I get 100 words.
Since I haven't got there yet, I'll go back in time a little and tell another story. The weekend starting spring break, Hannah decided that we were all going to the park. And Hannah made two certain people walk. To the park. For an hour. Ashley and I were actually looking at sticks to beat Hannah with. I wanted to destroy every vestige of her existence on the face of the planet. Like seriously. And then they arrived with the park and we ate pizza and I was fine again. For like two days and then it all went to crap. But that's not a story for a blog post. I'm pretty sure I have 100 words so I'm done here.
Glad to be back chillun.
Not really.
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