Talking

Completely random question, I was messing around on my facebook, and I realized that, when I'm home alone (or at least when no one else can hear me) I talk to my computer. Like, not to the computer itself, but to people, like through the computer. For instance, I just got a message from my friend, and I replied out loud. And then typed up what I wanted to say. It was weird. Does anyone else do that? Or am I just the crazy girl, sitting at her computer, talking to herself?

Chemistry today.

Today, chemistry was just disappointing. I'm more calmed down now, but still.

What happened was an eerie repeat of what happened with Danielle. Minus the... victory, the sense of unity of all of us. Evan went up and asked about his notebook, because he didn't get points on the assignment that he did. The teacher went off on him, yelling about how he didn't show his work (it was multiple choice.), how he just interrupted her and she had all these other students asking for help (He waited like 10 minutes at her desk, until she was done with the other students there), and just went on and on. She was already mad about our class talking while she was talking, and stuff like that, but she just took it all out on Evan. So he objected. He wasn't really arguing until she started yelling. And the problem with our teacher is that she does not know how to admit that she's wrong, and she gets up on this superiority complex. She yells and loses her temper almost immediately and then gets irrational. She yells about stuff that is only vaguely related, and contradicts herself. Then, she sent Evan to the office, and I got really mad. However, I'm not so much mad at her right now, as I am at the rest of the class, one person in particular.
After Evan left, I raised my hand, and started to defend him, but I can feel that the class doesn't care. The general emotion in the room isn't one or tension, of anger like when Danielle got sent out. Oh no, of course not. Because Evan isn't popular, so he doesn't get the same loyalty, evidently. The class's general feeling was one of like mild interest and annoyance from a few people. Especially one, also a popular person, who I hear whisper "Just stop arguing with her." I got so mad at that. Not only when I defend my friend, do I get no support, but others in the class get ANNOYED with me??!!! But when Danielle was sent out, this person argued. Except Evan isn't super-popular, because he actually has opinions, and voices them. So he gets no support.
Now maybe whoever is reading this is about to respond with something along the lines of "I would have stood up for him, I cared, I would have backed you up." But, you "would have" isn't the same as you DID. And then, you just let this popular person CONTROL you. You heard that as a general feeling, the class didn't care about Evan (which is just wrong. They should care every bit as much as they did with Danielle.) and were afraid to go against the class. No one was afraid of Ms. Miller, we've beaten her before. But we are afraid of what the others think if we stand up for a fellow classmate.
I thought we were better than that. I thought we would stand up for each other. I thought you guys cared. But it seems I'm just an over-optimist. You don't care, not unless it's someone popular. You don't care, unless the popular kids do too.
What if it had been me? Would anyone (aside from my friends, naturally) have cared? You say you would have, but would have "cared" in silence? Or would you stand up for me? Would you at least back up someone who did?
It doesn't look like it. I don't have that confidence in us anymore. I thought we could be more united, at least when someone was wronged. It seems, I am the one who's wrong.

Thanksgiving

Am I the only one that thinks this long weekend has been really long? I've had so much stuff happening, it seems like Thanksgiving was a long time ago. Hmm.... Well, anyway, onto the post

So, on Thanksgiving we had 22 people over. And I was related to everyone except 5 of them. And of those 5, one is basically family, and the other four are our church's pastor and his family. 17 isn't that many people to be related to, but it was all insane relations like, one guy, was my second cousin once removed, and this other guy was my grandpa's cousin, and his wife was there, and her mother (I don't know what she is to me. my aunt like three times -thrice?- removed?)

And I was pretty annoyed with the whole thing, because I like eavesdropping, but I'm now old enough to not be able to do whatever I want, but not old enough to go with the adults. In other words, I am a built-in babysitter. Normally, I wouldn't mind this much, but just refreeing for the 6 little boys who want to play wii, all at once, when we only have 2 controllers isn't fun. I actually ended up just reading Twilight and only straightening out their fights occasionally.

Oh well, there were a couple things that made up for it. For one, the food! If you know me, you know how I love food... So I enjoy the whole eat-as-much-as-you-want aspect of it. And, plus, there were a couple comments from the adults that made me smile. (and a very, very nice lack of bert and ernie related jokes/comments/general obnoxiousness from ). So, basically, Thanksgiving was ok, despite all my complaining. The rest of my weekend was better though.

Lookie lookie lookie!!!! --->

I got PacMan on my blog!  I was trying to figure out how to put music, and I found PacMan!! I am very excited about this.  I don't know why.  Well, that's all I had to say.  I think I'm going to go play it now. See ya!

Wanna bet?

So, I was thinking about how my mom's phrase is "Wanna bet?" and if you say that, it means that she knows she is right and you better backtrack if you don't want to be proved wrong.  Immediately.  And I realized that there is a part in To Kill a Mockingbird that is kind of like this, where Scout is talking about Atticus.  Here's the part I'm talking about:

" 'Do you really think so?'

This was Atticus's dangerous question.  'Do you really want to move there, Scout?'  Bam, bam, bam, and the checkerboard was swept clear of my men.  'Do you really think that, son? Then read this.'  Jem would struggle the rest of the evening through the speeches of Henry W. Grady."

I thought it was an interesting parallel, how my mom, and Scout's dad, have these phrases that make you stop, and rethink.  I just found it...weird that these two things from completely different parts of my life kind of came together.  That happens sometimes, to me.  I like it actually, I like making those connections.

My Nana cut her own hair O.o (This is really just a continuation of the other post. It just happened after I posted that one.)

.....and Nana just turned to me and started talking about her hair.  she goes "I don't care if Gayle (my mom) and Papa are mad at me for cutting my hair, I feel better."  Here's the thing though: they weren't really mad at her, they were a bit frustrated because she did this without thinking, and is going to regret it.  They don't have to be mad, because she will be mad at herself.  I think she might be regretting it a little already, because they way she said it was like she was trying to convince herself, and to attempt to show me that she really doesn't care, despite the fact that she keeps touching the back of her head, and playing with that long bit.  Like, she's over covering it up.

Now Mom came out after taking a shower and said she "felt so clean".  Here's the conversation:

Nana (defensive): "That's how I feel after cutting my hair."

Mom (amused): "But I don't have any bald spots after taking a shower."

Nana: "I don't think I really have a bald spot."

Mom: "Wanna bet?" (That is my mom's phrase. If she says that, you better rethink what you just said.  Because you're wrong.)

Nana: ...

Mom: "Here I can show you."

-Mom shows her-

Nana: "Oh... I'm going to go take a nap."

My Nana cut her own hair O.o

Oh jeeze.  I was trying to think of what I should write, and my Nana(my mom's mom.  I call my dad's mom Grandma), who is staying with us until Thanksgiving, walks in and asks if she looks any different.  I didn't really notice anything, but I lie and say yeah, and what does she say? "I cut my hair."  She didn't do TOO bad of a job, I'll give you that, but last night my Papa(grandpa) and mom BOTH told her that my mom wasn't going to take her to get a haircut because she didn't need one.  Evidently, she thought she did.  And now she "feels so much better."  She is so much like a little kid sometimes.  She has almost no control over her emotions, and when she gets an idea into her head (like cutting her hair) she won't let it go, unless she forgets (which she does a lot too, luckily for us).  Although she is getting much better.  She used to not have that filter, the one that tells you not to say certain things out loud, because of how it might make other people feel.  That is coming back, bit by bit, but I don't think it will ever be completely back.  

Oh, never mind about what I said about her hair not being that bad.  My mom just found a bald spot on the back of her head.  And now Nana says she doesn't care, but I bet by tonight, she will.  And she's saying that she will cut it more, because there is one part that is really long, right next to her bald spot.  I hope my mom will just even out the back for her, before she tries to do it herself.