I can't think right now. I guess I'll go to bed. That'd make dad happy.
I worked on my e.e., but I still have a ways to go. 3 ritalin in exchange for 20 pages in Beyond Good and Evil, an outline, and a headache.
I need to make sure I don't get clingy. It's what I do when I'm stressed out, and it's never good, for me or for the ones I love. The thing I'm good at is conversations, as long as I don't get scared and withdraw into myself.
It'll work out alright. I just need to do my best, and that'll be enough.
Friday, September 26, 2003
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Titled posts, perhaps?
In the future, perhaps, maychance, it is indeed possible that I will write posts which include - gasp! - titles. How profound.
And now, to bed.
And now, to bed.
Periods 1-4 tend to be happy. I don't know, today was good. Queer Eye in tok, that has to say something. And no homework due in those classes till tuesday. Hoorah! And not to mention pi and zarathustra... It's ok, I'm a nerd.
I've finished Ender's Game. I highly recommend it.
Midterms were sent out today, or so says my art teacher. This worries me. I haven't turned all my science in. Now I feel bad.
I confronted my fear (ha ha) and talked to Parsons about... the extended essay! Hopefully I'll actually get something done friday, since I said I'd go see him on monday. Yaaaargh.
Perhaps I will go to grammar club and make fun of the school newspaper. That'd be fun. But no colloquium, because there is no sponsor. Tsk.
Everybody come to knowledge bowl on october 6! See, I'm doing it for extra credit, but you people should do it OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF YOUR HEARTS. Oh, who am I kidding. Do it for the pizza.
I've finished Ender's Game. I highly recommend it.
Midterms were sent out today, or so says my art teacher. This worries me. I haven't turned all my science in. Now I feel bad.
I confronted my fear (ha ha) and talked to Parsons about... the extended essay! Hopefully I'll actually get something done friday, since I said I'd go see him on monday. Yaaaargh.
Perhaps I will go to grammar club and make fun of the school newspaper. That'd be fun. But no colloquium, because there is no sponsor. Tsk.
Everybody come to knowledge bowl on october 6! See, I'm doing it for extra credit, but you people should do it OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF YOUR HEARTS. Oh, who am I kidding. Do it for the pizza.
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Ender's Game is, indeed, a good book.
Some days I need to ignore certain people, and yet they just make it hard for me, don't they? Talk to my friends but not to me, will you?! Course, when you seem sad around me but not around other people that's kind of depressing.
Damn, I forgot to check out the JETS trophy. Sweetness... Speaking of physics, I'm doing my homework, and yet I'm not turning any of it in. Why is that? I seriously need to just staple and write my name on things BEFORE class. Or something... Godzilla!
Mom and I have been watching Dr. Phil. It's insane, I know. S'ok, though, because he's doing this "Weight Loss" thingy, and we're supposedly gonna do that along with the people on the show. And become thin and beautiful, and all. Oh, yeah, by college, I'll have guys all over me... They'll only start running AFTER they find out about my personality. :)
Some days I need to ignore certain people, and yet they just make it hard for me, don't they? Talk to my friends but not to me, will you?! Course, when you seem sad around me but not around other people that's kind of depressing.
Damn, I forgot to check out the JETS trophy. Sweetness... Speaking of physics, I'm doing my homework, and yet I'm not turning any of it in. Why is that? I seriously need to just staple and write my name on things BEFORE class. Or something... Godzilla!
Mom and I have been watching Dr. Phil. It's insane, I know. S'ok, though, because he's doing this "Weight Loss" thingy, and we're supposedly gonna do that along with the people on the show. And become thin and beautiful, and all. Oh, yeah, by college, I'll have guys all over me... They'll only start running AFTER they find out about my personality. :)
Monday, September 22, 2003
He was in a really good mood during lunch. I was too. It was really fun. It's the best kind of situation. When I'm unhappy, I don't really talk to him at all and feel neglected and just get more bummed out, and when he's unhappy it brings me down. But when everybody's happy it's just... awesome.
Claire's a vampire!
Apparently there's a girl in art who hates me. I don't really seem to care. Which is odd. Normally I do. But I didn't this time. She seemed to think I did because she asked me if I was going to cry. Umm... no. If I were going to cry I'd sound unhappy. Odd, isn't it?
My e.e. is going to kill me... *runs away in fear* I'm afraid to talk to Parsons because it looms over my head like a little black cloud of death whenever I see him, seeing how he's my sponsor and all.
Dammit... was or were? "Who do you wish I were/was?" Both of them sound wrong to me. Ever since saturday (ok, before then even) it's been bugging me. Stupid useless grammar check on word doesn't find a problem with either one. Grrr...
I wonder what people say about me when I'm not around. What are my biggest faults? What do I do that annoys people the most? Do they even talk about me? Is there anything I could do to make things better? I need to never join in on that stuff, though. Even if I know the person, I should either like them enough not to talk about them, or acknowledge the fact that they're human. I mean, jeez, do you expect them to be perfect? Everyone has good qualities and those good qualities can outweigh the bad depending on your values. I mean, I know I'm not perfect, and that not everybody's gonna like me, but I do have good things about me. And there are people who care about me in spite of my faults.
Claire's a vampire!
Apparently there's a girl in art who hates me. I don't really seem to care. Which is odd. Normally I do. But I didn't this time. She seemed to think I did because she asked me if I was going to cry. Umm... no. If I were going to cry I'd sound unhappy. Odd, isn't it?
My e.e. is going to kill me... *runs away in fear* I'm afraid to talk to Parsons because it looms over my head like a little black cloud of death whenever I see him, seeing how he's my sponsor and all.
Dammit... was or were? "Who do you wish I were/was?" Both of them sound wrong to me. Ever since saturday (ok, before then even) it's been bugging me. Stupid useless grammar check on word doesn't find a problem with either one. Grrr...
I wonder what people say about me when I'm not around. What are my biggest faults? What do I do that annoys people the most? Do they even talk about me? Is there anything I could do to make things better? I need to never join in on that stuff, though. Even if I know the person, I should either like them enough not to talk about them, or acknowledge the fact that they're human. I mean, jeez, do you expect them to be perfect? Everyone has good qualities and those good qualities can outweigh the bad depending on your values. I mean, I know I'm not perfect, and that not everybody's gonna like me, but I do have good things about me. And there are people who care about me in spite of my faults.
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