I knew this day was coming

Yesterday, my parents dropped it on me. "We expect straight A's from now on. There's no reason you shouldn't get them, except that you're lazy." (which is a perfectly legitimate reason in my book) They must be so disappointed, their perfect parenting plans didn't work. "We don't believe in grounding" turned into "No phone, no computer except for homework, no going out of the house" but they still refuse to say I'm grounded. "We don't care what grades you get, we just want you to do your best" turned into "You need to get straight A's." I knew this wouldn't last. I just hope they don't expect it next year. They made me take AP Lang. Writing is NOT a strong point for me. I'm not going to get an A. I know it already. Maybe I'm being complacent. Maybe I should worry more about getting into college. But I don't think that I will have to worry, maybe I will. Maybe when I'm out of Gunderson, where most kids don't care, when there's more competition I'll regret it. Maybe.

Obsession

When I like a song, I tend to sing it in my head incessantly. This usually isn't too annoying, because after all, I do like the song. But I get frustrated when I don't know the words. So I pick out a phrase or two and type them into Google and add the word "lyrics" to find them. Then I usually go on youtube and look for a video with lyrics (always have to be on the side. because when they'r on the video and timed wrong it annoys me to no end). And then I listen to it over and over and over for like 40 minutes straight. And then I am content that I know the song. And I become almost obsessed. I notice every phrase that is in that song that's used elsewhere. I hum or sing sing it to myself constantly. And this usually lasts a week or two. In case anyone cares, my song right now is Put The Phone Down by Pilot Speed. (who I'd never even heard of before today, although I'd heard the song. Radio is a wonderful invention.) I felt like blogging about it pretty must just because I can and need to blog.

Summer

Last night, I was looking at my calender, trying to piece together my summer. It turns out, I'm barely going to home. I'm only going to be home for 3 or 4 weeks, depending on my dad's planning skills. On the plus side, I am going to be home for my birthday, which hasn't happened the last 3 or 4 years. I don't really mind the being gone so much, but my main problem is my summer assignments. I'm taking AP Lang (which has like 8 assignments), APUSH (which has like 5 assignments, and AP Calc (which will have one, really long, assignment). I don't think I'll be able to do it all. AP Lang has already given me everything I need to do the assignment, so I'm going to try to finish it before summer even starts. I doubt I actually will even get started on it, but I really should. APUSH isn't giving me the books I need yet, and AP Calc we just don't have the assignment at all. It's probably going to be some monstrous packet.
Well, I just went to the library and my mom said I had to finish my homework before I could read and now I'm finished! I probably won't emerge from my room, except to eat, all night tonight. I love it when I get a bunch of new books that I've never read before. *sighs happily*

Celebrity

On Saturday, my little sister had a dance competition. It was cool, but I'm always shocked by the ages of the kids they have performing. They have three-year-old kids in these super-skimpy outfits, dancing all provocatively. It just seems pointless to me. Like, there are other ways to dance, and it's not like these little girls are sexy. They are adorable, but not sexy. I walked backstage to look for my sister, and there was a group of maybe 6- or 7-year-old girls practicing their dance. First, their costumes sort of looked like lingerie. Also, as they're dancing, their teacher starts calling out instructions. The one she said most often? "Use your chests girls!" I was like, they don't HAVE chests, they're 7. It was just weird to me.

On the bright side, there was one other school that was like my little sister's, where there are a bit more modest and the dances are a lot less sexual. Also, my little sister's dance school won a gold medal for every dance they did. And usually they get totally overlooked at these competitions, so that was a very pleasant surprise.

Aahhh

Why did I all of the sudden get a lot of projects? I have my research paper, which I didn't procrastinate too horribly on; I only have my works cited page left. So that's not too much of a big deal, I know I'll get it done and turn it in and not do too bad.
My issue is my other classes. In chemistry, evidently everything is due by Friday. So I have four assignments to do tomorrow. Plus, my math teacher today said that he wants to give us a quiz on Friday. Our class went "No not Friday! We have a research paper to do!" And I think he thought we were joking. But we were serious. I'm going to get such a bad grade on that quiz becasue I still don't understand the stuff and I don't have time to study it! And I also have a homework assignment to do in that class, and one assignment in that class equals at least 3 or 4 in another. If I somehow manange to study, thats another 2 assignments worth of time/
So I have like 1+4+3+2=10. 10 assignments to do tomorrow. It's too much!
Teachers must have some internal clock that tells them when to assign homework so it will combine the best with other classes huge homework loads to create the optimum stress level among the students. Why else would they do this and not listen when we say "Not Friday! I have other stuff due that day!" Every teacher says, "You should put my class first." but that doesn't work! I can't have all 6 of my classes first!

Bach bach I'm a chicken

I had to go to my dad's concert today. He's in the San Francisco Bach Choir. *heavy sarcasm* It was so much fun.

I don't mind classical music really, I can appreciate the harmonies and such when they sing it, but that interest lasts about 5 minutes. And I can also interest myself in the translations (Bach wrote it in German, they sing in German, but the translations are printed in the program) and that lasts about 10 minutes. But the concert is still two hours long.

So me and my sister bring stuff to do. This time, I just brought a pad of graph paper and some markers and a pen, because I like to make patterns. I ended up making this fairly intricate pattern over the whole piece of paper and still haven't finished it. My little sister made a simple pattern, colored half of it, then fell asleep (she had a four hour long dance practice yesterday). When she woke up, she started another pattern, which never made it that far.

the most interesting thing about the concert was, by far, something my mom discovered. In the program, there are printed ads for other artsy things, usually based in San Francisco. One was San Francisco Arts online. And the domain name?
www.sfarts.org
It's supposed to be read sf-arts. We read s-farts. That kept us laughing through the first ten minutes of the concert.

Random Rambling and

I really liked the idea of blogging when we first got it. I had all these great plans of writing about my life and learning about everyone else in the class and we were gonna be closer and it was gonna be great and I hate it when that happens. My optimistic side took over briefly and now i realize blogs are no different than when we are at school. Only 5 or 6 people actually read my blog, but other people mihgt so I'm afraid to blog aobut anything too personal. I can't post drawings like Evan, I can't come up with random, at least a little bit interesting things to write about like Marissa and Burt, I don't spend enough time on the internet to post links like Ashley and I have higher standards for myself than to write two sentence blogs just to get my points. So I'm stuck. I end up not doing my blogs and then that's really the only assignment in English and then my grade is bad and then my parents yell at me and then I write a blog like this, but I still only do one or two a week and my parents will get more mad, and start taking away phone, computer, time with boyfriend, and I don't want that but I have nothing to talk about and I'm going in circles and I'm sort of enjoying typing this and I think period are overrated and sentences shouldn't end with them, they should end with and and go on to the next sentence and instead of ending a paragraph with a enter thing it should end with period and then essays would take up less space and then less trees would die and then global warming would end and then the world would be a better place all because periods are really unneccessary and that's all I have to say today. Goodbye.