Tragedy

I really feel like I'm wasting my life. But then I logically point out to myself that I don't really have anything else worth doing either. However I do feel that I need to find something. Despite my continuous preaching to find a passion, I truly want to do something that I feel is going to have a positive outcome in the end. I have accepted the fact that I am a wannabe, but perhaps eventually, my "want-to-be" prattle will turn out to be something. The small child who said that she wanted to be a doctor one day may really one day become a doctor. There are people who are either born or come into a certain place in life, such as rich people or I dunno, plumbers. One cannot choose who they are born from - but it is possible for one to achieve a higher place in life than that person born to status. And a plumber who inherits the fathers business doesn't want to be a plumber, but it just ends up that way. In the end, the only people who aren't wannabe's are people born into their position, and don't strive to change their fates. This post doesn't really make sense, because I was trying to justify my babble.

ciao mein

Cello

I really want to go on a long journey... across the world. I need to experience life. I wish that I could go back in time, where I could be a lonely traveler, making my way through trials and tests... never compromising my beliefs. Only moving for the sake of exploration and knowledge.

Will - gretchen yanover

the greatest inspiration yet

AWESOMENESS

I'm so excited! My desktop Macintosh just arrived, and it is a great moment for humankind - haha, although that may sound materialistic...it's AWESOMEEEE! I'm so happy! The screen is enormous, and all these good programs have been predownloaded for me.

Anyway, my day was a bit disappointing (except for this) because I went to Congress and I didn't win (albeit expectedly). I didn't really write any points down and I got an hour of sleep last night...HOWEVER! There is always the possibility of winning, but that didn't happen for me. Megumi is always so frickin unlucky...never winning in bingo...raffles or anything! Moving on. I really feel like a bad person because I base so many things on my own pet peeves and irritations. Pour example, today in Congress, there was this girl who talked funny and she was weird, so I didn't like her, probably because combined with her speech impairment, she acted condescending when she had no idea what she was talking about. i hate people who are all confident and stuff but are saying the wrong things. grrr

I slept as soon as I got home...until about 1am. (I got back at 4pm) Now that I think about it..that's 9hours!

-Littleleafer

and just because it's awesome...I'll post a picture of myself all happy from the camera on the computer!

Vacation

I went to San Jose for a couple nights. I ate a lot of good food, and I went swimming. It was pretty good. I love the TV, I watched many episodes of Law & Order and "What Not to Wear" on TLC. So, on this trip I realized that I was merely one body in corporate, distraught, disfigured America. I thought it was funny to see ugly people get makeovers and watch them being slaughtered by the show hosts. They didn't even look that much better in the end. Why does the American psyche enjoy these human degrading shows? I also watched on TLC, a show about morbidly obese people, it was nasty...but I laughed.

A moment of silence to brood over my stupidity.

I love scifi. Stargate Atlantis is my new salvation. I used to like the TV show Weeds, but then in the third season or something, they showed naked people - it was nasty so I stopped.

ciaomein

little

Whats up ma homediggiddy dog?

Originally, I was planning to post up a word of the day at the top of each of my posts so I could review...and be awesome >.< but I looked up the Merriam-Webster Dictionary's WOD (word of day) and it is a word that no one, let alone myself, would use in any context. The words origin, however, has an interesting French root, and because I'm taking French in school, its nice to understand rooties :)

Anyway, I feel that lately (well this year) I have been somewhat-ly neglecting my blog and so I hope to improve my consistant-ness. Damn it's hard to get good grammers o.o I feel like an illiterate creature. Updating a blog might actually be good, because it helps me to organize my daily feces...wow that didn't come out right...I'm trying to avoid...epithets. I love the thesaurus, it does wonders. Oh geez, I digress so much.

So the other day, I was confronting my dear biology Amaral-Lee about my progress report, and so I was trying to explain to her my struggle to focus...and so on and so forth. She tried to help me "brainstorm" ideas on how to cure this "ailment". So, I have full schedule (because of 7th period journalism), and since biology is 6th period, I try to inch on over to my next class that is directly underneath (on the second floor). Anyway, I was sort of indicating my agitation by shifting my feet uncomfortably, but it was taking a while so I just said, "so...yeah, that's cool, thanks, but I gotta get goin'..." and she totally understood which was awesome, cuz I zoomed out of there like a liberated pig before Christ's birth.

I think that I'll need to go to summer school. I'm actually looking forward to it because I like the unnaturalness of going to one or two saturated classes a day. I just wish that Wash adapted to block schedule like Lincoln (lucky bitches). Then we could concentrate on a subject for a couple hours and actually learn something substantial you know? 55 minutes or whatever, is not enough to learn at the rate we are going (imo). Even though most of the class time at school is pretty much used to do homework, I think that it could be because of the daily schedule structure. Pour example: we only have 2-3 classes a day for around 2-3 hours each, and we would be able to cross oceans.

Wow, I realize that I have not blogged about my day. Whatever...blogs are for ramble ain't they? Pardon mon francais...je vais parler bon anglais mais..je suis tres fatigue et paresseux...Le jour est fini.

Littleleaf