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.

Is it really that messed up?

Today in chemistry, I was doing a propaganda poster for my history. Let me repeat that: it was an assignment. We were studying WWII in that class. I decided to make my poster for Germany, because it would be the easiest, just draw a swastika. So I'm just sitting in chemistry, happily coloring my swastica. Ashley asks me about it, we start talking about swastikas, and it turns out we both like the way it looks. (I mean, take away all it stands for, and it just looks cool.) We keep talking, and she says that I should color it pink. I like this idea, but not on my poster, because I do have to turn that in. So she draws one on my arm, with a pink pen. We both think it's funny, but then we show Evan and he's all "That's messed up." And I just don't get why. I understand that it stands for thsi horrible, racist regime, but I did make sure to put it where it's covered by the sleeve of my jacket, so no one will see it and get the wrong idea about me. I just think people are too touchy and politically correct. But me and Ashley have a shared irreverence, so it works out okay. For instance, last year we got this packet about this guy who died in the war in Iraq. We colored it, all over, and made him look like a girl. We were just messing around, but everyone got so almost upset. Like "how could you do that! He's dead!", but I don't quite understand the huge difference between drawing on a picture of a guy who you have never met, and will never meet, who is alive, and one who is dead. I guess there's some line we cross, but it's almost like no one has told us where it is, just that we can't cross it.



I just realized this could be taken as a rant against Evan. Just so everyone knows, I'm not upset with anyone just sort of wondering what was wrong with what we did, you know, like it's some social taboo.

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I just realized I have to do another post for this week. I will write about Evan's blog because I can.
*giggles* Evan made me look funny in his picture. I did a double take though, because I was scrolling down the page, looking at his pictures sort of and I saw my name. I was like "Whaaat?" and then I read it and it all made sense. I was really expecting it to be more dirty. I mean, it's me, Ashley, and Marissa.
That is all *song from wall-e playing in my head*

..now the depressing one

So, at St. Tims, there is this teacher, Mrs. Mandanici. Her and her family also go to my church. Her and my mom are pretty close friends, so I know her family fairly well. Her husband and their daughter, Tara, whose in 6th grade.

A couple of days ago, they found out that her husband has a brain tumor, and yesterday they found out it's cancer. It's just such a shock. I want to say something to Tara, just sort of let her know that I'm here if she needs to talk or anything, even thought i've never known her well. I think I'll write her a little note or something.

Ayway, now to the point. A lot of people at S. Tims and my church are praying for him already, but I'd just like to ask anyone who is religious, would you please pray for him as well? I know it's not likely that many people will read this, but I'd just like to ask.

Quotes

Whenever I'm reading, whatever paper is nearest me soon becomes covered in quotes. I just love jotting down phrases or sentences or paragraphs that resonate with me. I write down the randomest things that most people would not be able to connect to my life, but I notice out of the blue. Right now, I have this big pad of paper on top of my desk for this purpose, but so far it only has King Dork quotes. I would sort of like to someday post all these quotes all around my room, and just look at them and remember what I was thinking when I copied it down. but, knowing me, I won't ever be organized enough to even get all my quotes in any one place. I've thrown some away, some are in this ntoebook by my bed, some are on worksheets and such, and I've had to erase them. Also, after saying this idea out loud, I will probably almost instantly decide I don't want to do it anyway, and forget about it.

Random Ramblings

I have no idea what I'm going to write. You might as well stop reading now, because I'm not going to say anything of any interest to anyone. the number of times I said "any" in that pharase amused me. Anything of any interest to anyone. Hmm.. I'm very easily amused. I'm also getting a little hyper. And hungry. I want a snakc. I have a not-so-secret candy stash in my room, and I want to go get some, but I'm too lazy. My room is all the way across the house, which isn't that far, but oh well. I think I have about a paragraph now so that should be good. I was pretty happy when Mr. THompson compared this to his freshmen's one paragraph quickwrites, because that meant I didn't have to worry about length much. Just have to write aobut a paragraph, which is just fine with me.

Babysitting. Whee.

today I had to babysit for St. Tims (tmy old elementary school, the school my mom is principal of, blah blah blah) Home and School club meeting. It's essentially a PTA meeting, and I get drafted to watch the kids of the parents who go. I generally don't mind, but today I had homework, and already had to have an orthodontist appointment. And that was just great. Well, the babysitting ended up being a complete waste of time. I got there, and there were no kids. I waited for maybe ten or so minutes, and then one kid showed up. He was a fifth grader and he didn't say a word to me the whole hour plus. He walked in, looked around, sat down, and turned on his ipod. It looked like he was listening to music at first, and then started watching some TV show on it. We were in the nursery, so I just colored. It was fun, but I still had other things I should have been doing. My mom said I should have brought my homework, but my homework was all on the computer, so that wouldn't have worked. Anyway, there's another boring blog post.