All Hallows Eve

It's Halloween tonight. And as you can tell, I am sitting home alone. See, after a certain age, Halloween isn't so fun anymore. Especially as one that doesn't get invited to very many parties. And lacks the motivation to throw her own. Not particularly liking parties doesn't help either.

But Halloween loses it's excitement once you get too old for trick-or-treating. And since I am the youngest child in my family, and my brother is no longer at home, I don't even get to carve pumpkins anymore. So Halloween nights are spent at home and not watching any scary movies, because I can't do that by myself. So it ends up being just like any other night. Which really isn't all that fun.

I was going to rant some more about Halloween, but I'm just kinda tired right now (you can probably tell because of my writing lacking it's usual flair), what with life being stressful and angsty. I'll probably post something else in a day or two. I am going to a party tomorrow (not a Halloween one though), so maybe I'll tell you about that.

For now, goodnight.

Yeah...

Well folks, it's been a while. I just finished the first term on my last year of high school. I should be happy right? And yet I feel like throwing my head repeatedly onto the nearest hard surface, with great force and enthusiasm. The first term was dreadfully long. There are three more, and I have the horrible feeling that they will only feel longer as time wears onward, ever onward.

If you have been following, I'm sure you can guess what I am doing at this time of year. It's time for the fall musical! Yaaaaay!!!! Except not yay. Well, part yay, part ugh. Why "ugh", you ask? I shall tell you. Ugh, because we are getting close to opening the show, which means that I get to stay at school until 6 o'clock in the evening pretty much until the show is over. Doesn't that sound delightful? And since I am in the ensemble, that means a lot of sitting and waiting. I hate waiting. I have never been a particularly patient person to begin with. But the show must go on, as they say. And all the world's a stage.

It's pretty late, so I'm not exactly sure if any of that was coherent, so I'm just going to call that good for now. I'll write some more later.

Probably.

Stuff and Other Stuff

I am officially just over half way through my junior year. Glory hallelujah. It has been, by far, my hardest year yet. It's insanity. I thought about the classes I am going to take next year, and by comparison it is like a leisurely frolic through a meadow of daisies and cute little baby rabbits. Maybe that thought will keep me from curling up in a corner, rocking back and forth and muttering to myself like the crazy person that I am.

There you have an update. I don't really have any topics to write about, so if anyone wants to suggest something, it would be much appreciated and they would have my, if not undying, long-lived gratitude.

Life As of Now

Hello everyone. All two of you (hi Elise and Amanda). It's been a while, hasn't it? It's been ages and ages since I last posted something. Oops. Sorry 'bout that. So since I don't have a specific topic right now, I guess I'll just update you on what's going on in my life right now. I suppose that could qualify as a specific topic. Doesn't matter.

So at this point, I am sixteen years old and in the second term of my junior year. I am busier than I have ever been in my entire life. Which is awful. It's not that the things I'm busy with are awful, mind you. Well, partially. Lets face the facts here people. Homework, no matter how you spin it, is and always will be awful. But the rest of it, not so much. I just despise being busy. But on the bright side (there always has to be one of course), I now know I never want to be this busy ever again.

Hmmm? What's that? Why am I so busy you ask? Well, I shall tell you. Besides the usual hours allotted to school during the day, I have been staying after school until 5:30 or 6 everyday because I volunteered to be the assistant director for the fall musical at my school. Being my silly self, I didn't realize how much time that would take up. And then I get home and I have dinner, then force myself to get started on the boat loads of homework my teachers take joy in assigning me. That takes a couple hours. Then, you would think that I could have a couple hours to myself. Not so. I have to go to bed so I can be "refreshed" by a good night's sleep for early morning seminary, leaving virtually no time to myself. And so I go to bed exhausted, wake up tired, count down till bedtime, rinse, repeat. At least for the next two weeks. Then the play will be over and I will be FREEEEEEE! You have no idea how good doing nothing sounds. Ah, to lay in bed with a good book and no one to bother me. That sounds divine.

Thats all I've got time for now, but I'll post again later.

The Place I Call... Well, Certainly Not Home

My school. I recently came to the realization that it is different from what I imagine other schools to be like. Perhaps I am just oblivious, but there seems to be no popular group. The cheerleaders and jocks are no more well known than everyone else. I haven't seen any bullying, but then again, I'm usually hiding in the Library. The books are my peeps. No one seems to get any more flack than anyone else.

In other schools, guys that do ballroom dance would be looked down upon and ridiculed.  Not at my school. While they aren't exactly considered to be "cool", nobody has anything against them. And if I can speak for the female population, its actually kind of attractive...

I recently attended a Band concert at my school, and was not unpleasantly surprised. The auditorium was nearly full once the concert began. And it wasn't even mostly family of those performing. There were many friends among the attendants. I found this to be quite fantastic.

The list could go on and on, but no one wants to read that, so I'm gonna stop here. All in all, I'm glad I go to school where I do.

Oh, hello

Oh, hi! You're still there? Thats surprising. The topic for today is about the different level of interactions that I have observed at my high school. There are surprisingly many. You'll see.

1. First we have the "I've frequently seen you in the hall, but we've never spoken" situation. The title is pretty self explanatory. This person may or may not know who you are, but you know who they are. That sounds a little creepy....
2. Then we have the "somewhat acquainted". This could be someone with whom you have had a class, or perhaps they have talked to your friend while you stood off to the side feeling awkward. You have not exchanged any kind of verbal communication with this individual.
3. Next there is the "awkwardly acquainted". You may have spoken to this person on one or more occasions, but you alway actively avoid eye contact in the hallway and in no other way acknowledge their existence.
4. And the "friendly acquaintance". This is the person with whom you talk if you happen to be seated closely, and the person you would pick to do a group project with, if you or they have no other friends in the particular class. As for hallway etiquette, you exchange a small smile, which in no way would embarrass you if the other person happened to not see you there.
5.  Then the "school friends". This is one who you would choose to spend time with, greet boisterously in the halls, and choose to sit next to in class. The only difference between them and a regular friend, is that you would never dream of doing anything together outside of school. Oh no, thats off limits.
6. Lastly, you've got your friends. I should hope that this one needs no explanation.

And to leave off, may I say that teenage boys are sometimes just plain stupid. I mean really, come on. Grow some sense.

Thats all.

Well?

So I got my license today, but I have to wonder when I will actually get to use it. My brother has the car half the time, and the other half I am either in school or my mom needs it. And Im not allowed to drive in the dark yet. So, where is this newfound freedom I've been hearing so much about for the last sixteen years? Its like giving a shiny new toy to a child then immediately taking it away incase they break it. Have I not proven that I am responsible enough to deserve this privilege? What have I done that has given evidence to the contrary? Please, help me. Im at a loss here. Where did I go wrong? Why cant I take the car four blocks for a jaunt to the friendly neighborhood market? So what if its dark? Its not like I haven't driven in the dark before. In fact, its required to get your license. Maybe I regressed a year instead of moving forward. I don't know. All I know is that I feel severely gipped.