Mrs. Norris.

Mrs. Norris, Mrs. Norris, Mrs. NORRIS.

I want to attack her with sporks of DOOM.

She’s the most condescending adult-like creature I have EVER met. Just the way she talks to us, the way she looks at us. And we’re the ‘gifted,’ ‘smart’ class. If that’s how she treats us, then how does she look at the other kids?!?

It disgusts me.

And that freaky lip thing. Ugh. Why must you ALWAYS stick your bottom lip out? She looks like a freaking turtle, with her cotton ball haircut. And whatever personal vendetta she has against Abby and I, I don’t know what her problem is. You know what, no, I do. Abby is pretty and smart and has friends, and Mrs. Norris is jealous. That’s it.

We have this things called Math Counts. They take a group of kids from the higher math classes and give them these boring-ass tests that a 5th grader could do, and then whoever scores the best gets to be in Math Counts. YAY! No. Please no.

I don’t want to be in Math Counts. How many times have I said that? The whole idea of Math Counts makes me shudder inside.

And yet they make us take the test, every year. Now, I don’t try very hard. In fact, some questions I SABOTAGE. I didn’t even finish half the first test, I didn’t try, I just did the absolute minimal I possibly could with Mrs. Norris breathing over my neck and handed it in.

And then today I and two other boys in class had to go back to her room. Official math counts business. -.-

Apparently, the three of us had TIED to be an ‘alternate’ for the Math Counts team. -.-

So we had to take ANOTHER, 10-freaking-question test. We finished in about 5 minutes, and she’s like, “No, I gave you fifteen minutes, you need to use the whole 15 minutes to do your work.”

We’re like…..O.O??? We’re DONE, you freak of nature! DONE.

But no. So we all sit back down at the table, spikey ball in the middle and everything (oh god don’t get me started on the spikey ball) and we look at each other like…O.O???? What now?

Then one of the boys starts drawing a picture. Smart, smart boy. See, they have these dinky little drawings that go along with the questions, in case you’re a ‘visual learner’.

Yeah, one was a pot of gold. A pot of gold. It wasn’t a question about money either. Nor did it have anything to do with the month of March. Yeah. So, I drew a leprichaun. Then I drew a christmas tree. Then, on the back, I traced my hand and drew a turkey. Complete with ornate feathers and coloring. COLORING, people. Yeah.

Seven more minutes to go.

Lord all mighty.

So then I wrote random numbers. The answer to one question was 7/10 (the fraction) so I wrote 5×3=15 plus 6 equals 21 minus 3 equals 18 divided by 9 equals 2 minus 1 and 2/10 equals 7/10.

Yah.

Five more minutes.

So then I opened up my Alg2 math book (advanced math class, blahblahblah, everybody else is doing Alg1) and wrote down some of the harder problems and finished them on my Math Counts test 🙂

Take that, Mrs. Norris.

Can YOU Complete the equation in Ax²+Bx+C form when C is completely random and we’re working with IMAGINARY numbers? I think not. I challenge you to a math duel!! *pulls out her math light saber*

Oh, and I kid you not. They’re REALLY called ‘imaginary’. Because they, apparently, are not real. And yet we can still use them to solve equations.

–

Free Math Lesson:

Because you can never square a number and get a negative, we use imaginary numbers.

‘i’ is an imaginary number. So is ‘e’, but right now we’re doing ‘i’.

 equals negative 1. i alone equals nothing, but  equals negative one. Or so they tell me. I didn’t make it up, don’t hurt me.

So, in other words, if you WANTED, JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT, to find the square root of negative 4, you would do i root four, because if you just do root negative four, that’s pretty much impossible and everyone will look at you like you’ve gone crazy.

=D

I swear I’m a sane person on the inside.

Add comment December 16, 2008

I blog at the worst times. You know?

Ha. It’s a quote.

It’s not depression. At least, I don’t think so. I’m not sad all the time. Well…not ALL the time, you know?

Depression isn’t just being sad, either.

And it’s not sad, really. I’m just tired. Not physically, just emotionally. It’s like a worn-out perfectionist being trapped in the least perfect place on earth. And they have a meltdown.

That’s what it’s like. Like I’m emotionally tired, and I’ve reached the breaking point.

I knew I was stressed out. I have no reason to be stressed out either. I don’t do my homework. I didn’t do any homework this weekend. I don’t even know if I had homework to do this weekend. I hope I didn’t. Because it’s too late now.

It’s like, I care, and I know I should care, because it’s important to care…but I just can’t. I freak out about the future, about college and careers and all that shit…but yet…I can’t bring myself to do anything. I can’t bring myself to care enough to raise my grades, or try hard (or try at all).

And then I moan about the scores I get when secretly I’m the luckiest person in the world.

Because I don’t do my homework. I don’t study. I procrastinate everything I possibly can. And yet, I’m still the ‘smart’ girl.

I feel lost.

I feel like I don’t know what to do, so I’m just wasting time doing nothing and it’s not depression it’s just…exhaustion. Emotional exhaustion because I can’t bring myself to care about anything anymore. And it kind of hurts.

Because I want to be like everybody else, and they don’t want me to be around when I’m emotionally exhausted because it’s no fun.

Every now and then I just let go, and then I’m really in trouble. Because that means the breaking point is going to be reached soon, and ladies and gentlemen, here we are.

It’s sort of pathetic.

But it’s not depression.

(I just have to reassure myself.)

Do you have any idea how much I have to bitch about? *pets blog* I’ve missed you.

I’ll start bitching again soon, don’t worry.

❤

Add comment December 14, 2008

Cent!!!!

Bonjour!

Vous ete bien sur le repondeur de Laura.

Je suis indisponible pour le moment, merci de laisser un message apres le bip sonore.

Au revoir!

(Je suis desole, the accents are missing. I couldn’t remember how to make them appear…)

1 comment August 5, 2008

WEEEEEE!!

Okay, last time I tried to count I just embarrassed myself, so this time I’ll put it in simple terms that even I can understand….

One Month. July.

105,000+ words.

215+ pages.

And not finished yet.

Once I find a plot (LOL) hopefully I’ll be able to join Augnowrimo and add another 50,000 words or so before the dreaded s word (school).

We’re in the new generation now people. We are now following the life of the youngest and only daughter of our old protagonists. She’s the youngest of seven (used to be eight, I drowneded the older sister–sorry, I had to! And yes, I just said drowneded. It sounded more gramatically correct. Even though it’s actually less grammatically correct. And yes I just spelled gramatically two different ways (the first way I used twice!). Let us pray that Mrs. Hartenstein never reads my blog).

Any bright ideas? Cuzz I’ve gone braindead…. I think it was that last poptart that did it….only, I haven’t had a poptart in about three months. They’re like TWO HUNDRED CALORIES!!!!! omg, if I wanted to eat something fattening, I’d rather have a bowl of ice cream than one measley little stale poptart. Or a brownie.

mmm…brownies.

Add comment July 31, 2008

I kind of miss Clessin. He was a nice leprechaun, even if he did try and make my laptop jealous by having a affair with my dresser….

He liked pancakes though. With walnuts. EW. Pancakes should NOT be crunchy…

And bubblegum.

But overall, he was nice.

And invisible. For all I know, he could have died and is lying under my bed or something. CREEPY!

I’m listening to ‘Still Dirrty’ by Christina Aguilera–well, okay, i’m waiting for it to end so I can turn it off and go to bed. I have this weird thing about turning off music in the middle of a song–even if I don’t like it.

Grarr. This song never ends 😀

My two favorite songs are number six, which has an awesome beginning that’s fun to sing along to, and number nine, which has this AWESOME line, where she just–gah! I don’t even know how to tell you….whatever. It’s good, anyway. And then I like ‘Still Dirrty’ which is number…eleven. And is apparently never-ending…

Like that weird movie I watched once, only that did end…except there was no real plot (HEY! THAT’S LIKE MY  STORIES!!) and there were just a bunch of sequels and stuff….like, there were four really long movies about the ‘neverending’ story…and this weird boy.

Creepy.

SQUEE!!!!! Hopefully, in a couple weeks the Half-Blood Prince trailer will be OUT! See, it’s one of the previews for that new Mummy movie with Brendan Fraser that opens August 1st.

And I figure, we got the teaser preview from The Dark Knight a couple days after that was premiered…soooo they better give us the real trailer or we’ll all go attack them with pitch sporks….That’s right. I said sporks.

HEY! The song ended…OKAY BYE!!!!!

Add comment July 22, 2008

Long Time, No sing!

See? I can be funny too…kinda….

Anywayz, I finalllly got some new videos uploaded-weeeeeee! see how much shorter my hair is since the last one??? t believe I haven’t posted any vids since I got it cut…that was so long ago!!!

I was playing around with intros and tone and sound and stuff that i could make my voice do….’cept, I have this cough, so sometimes it sounds a little scratchy. But I wanted to post it anyway, cuzz I hate redoing stuff!!!

It’s been so long that wordpress has totally changed their layout since i last added a vid, so i’ll do my best to get it up here…

By the way, it’s a good idea to hear her version first, but it doesn’t matter…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-USUDzycRvM

Intro to Beautiful, by Christina Aguilera

PS…can anyone tell that my new favorite thing to type is ‘…’? 10 points to anyone who’s noticed, lol!

Add comment July 18, 2008

OMGGGG!!

I’ve totally fallen in love with the new iPhone!! ❤

It’s only $199, which is actually pretty cheap compared to the first one that came out….and it’s totally AWESOME!!

Add comment July 14, 2008

Oh, boy.

MEEP!

Add comment July 13, 2008

Got my cute shoes on,
And my radio,
I got my best girl friends,
And we’re ready to go.

Cause when you find
that your party ain’t complete
Well sit down, buddy,
And save me a seat.

I can
gua-ran-tee 
That they’re
Waitin’ for me!

I got the music in my soul,
This melody just takes control
And when the bodies start a-swayin’
Those hips’ll start a-shakin’,
I guess I’ll start a-singin’,

Baby, Mm-m-m.

–

Lol, okay, that last part sounds a lot better in person. That’s the new song I’m working on. It’s like, half country-ish, half pop.

1 comment July 12, 2008

On behalf of the Australians (who have WICKED accents), we’d like everybody to take a gander at this online petition, and SIGN!!!!!

“Halfblood Prince Release Date Australia”
http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/hbp_australia?e

Oh, and by the way, when you get to the page where it asks for donations, just close the window. You’ll still be on the petition even if you don’t donate.

THANK YOU!!!!!

Add comment July 12, 2008

I feel pretty…

Oh so pretty! I feel pretty, and witty, and gaaaayyyy! (in the happy way)

Eleven days. 11. Eleven. That’s eleven. Like, ten plus one. Or nine plus two. Eight plus three. Seven plus five. Wow. It took me a while there to figure out what plus seven equaled eleven O.o …. scary. ((A/N… I just read through this like a couple minutes after I posted it, and realized that seven plus five doesn’t equal eleven anyway…. I’m a total retard…)) 😀

Anyway. It’s July Eleventh, 11:08 PM.

I just wrote 50,000 words (that’s 97 pages. Or 2215 paragraphs. Or 4416 lines) in ELEVEN days.

Sometimes I really love myself. Sometimes I really scare myself.

This is one of those times where both occur at the same time. Can I get an amen? Yeah, please no. I’m an atheist, for Christ’s sake.

ANYWAY. Wow.

My 50,000th word::: ‘said.’ How ironic is that? Jesus.

Actually, the whole phrase was, ‘ “It looks really great in here, so far,” she said quietly.’

mweehee. And then she took a nap. Isn’t that exciting????

But it’s Christmas Eve, people. He’s going to propose to her. She’s allowed to be a little boring if she wants….

I’m smiling like a delirious lunatic who’s just caught an Elephant skinny dipping. Seriously. It’s crazy.

What’s your favorite color?

Happy Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ho, ho, ho!

(no, that was NOT an insult)

2 comments July 11, 2008

Sometimes I wish you had just fucking died,

Before that day I didn’t even know you could cry.

I wiped the tears from my eyes,

I just wish they had lied,

Said, “No, she’s not going to be fine.”

I didn’t understand how you could want to die

And now why isn’t anybody else tired?

Why isn’t anyone else fired up?

Didn’t they hear my cries?

Didn’t they wonder why

I couldn’t sleep in the fire,

Every year this date goes by, expires,

Who else is mourning by my side?

I know it every goddamn day,

Every morning that I wake,

I regret—but still, I have to

Live with all your damn mistakes.

I have to take it.

I can’t complain.

I can’t make any of my own.

I just can’t break

I won’t be drowning in that lake,

I had it made but I was just a kid,

Just a goddamn kid

And happy like you wouldn’t believe,

I DREAMED!

And then you screwed me over,

Then you took me sober.

You were the dark streak,

The bad week,

You were their twistable balloon,

And now you croon about what’s fair

Like I never had to take your place,

SIX DAYS!

SIX DAYS I had to grasp the fact

You were coming back,

Bringing all your damn glory with you

“She made it.”

“Someday the pain will fade.”

Fat chance,

That’s not a very nice charade.

This life, I hope it comes without

Regrets or sighs or madness.

This year I’m going to figure out

My guilt and tears and sadness.

Add comment July 9, 2008

Hrumph.

It is MIDNIGHT, people. ARE YOU CRAZY??????!!!!!!????????

There are CHILDREN sleeping in this neighborhood right now.

No, I’m not talking to you. Weirdo.

Look, I’m not sure if it’s professional, or some hack is out there doing it, but you idiots woke me up! God. If it is just a bunch of idiotic prats, I hope they don’t blow up the freakin’ neighborhood.

I mean seriously, it doesn’t even SOUND like fireworks. It just sounds like an explosion. BOOM!

Every fifteen minutes or so all night….BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! HUGE noises, LOUD noises. I’M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE, HELLO??? It’s what most normal people are doing at midnight!!!!!

I’m sorry, but seriously? Just shut up and go to bed, guys. It’s late. I need sleep. Go. NOW.

Add comment July 5, 2008

Memories…

Some day I’m going to forget about how we made fun of Donavon for saying the word ‘pillow’ like ‘pellow’, and I’m going to forget about when they called Ben’s name on the announcements and accidentally said his last name as “walls” instead of “Wells”.

I’m going to forget about how we nearly made Ben go psycho because we kept telling him that we didn’t understand what his memorial meant. It was a REALLY good memorial, Ben. I’m sorry we made fun of you. It was probably the best one of the whole class.

God, I hate that I’m going to forget the time we watched La Vita E Bella in Reading class. When Guido was shot, my mouth just dropped open. All the girls in class, me included, and even some of the guys started crying! We had to pass out tissues. It was so…amazing. That something like that touched us all in a way that we couldn’t describe. We were just all crying together. La Vita E Bella. Don’t ever forget that life is beautiful.

I’m going to forget about watching the Three Stooges on tv in the very last class of the whole year, and Mrs. Hartenstein’s last class teaching 7th Grade English….ever. I hope you’re having fun in retirement, Mrs. H!

And I’m going to eventually forget all the stories Mrs. Kopp told us about her son, Nathan. That’s his name, right? You made math class bearable this year, thank him for me please. And for letting me know that even you are human.

I’m going to forget all the times we felt bad for that table Mr. Darrah would sit on at the front of the class. We shouldn’t have made fun of him for it, but everytime that table creaked I was so afraid it was just going to collapse!

I’ll forget the time we were doing bias in the news, and you drew devil horns and a beard on my article about Hillary Clinton that I handed into the teacher afterwards (thanks, Shanna, for that by the way. I really don’t like Hillary Clinton.).

I’m going to forget the time we spent in reading class watching that speech of the Jewish woman who had been in and seen concentration camps and everytime she said ‘working’ we honest to god thought she was saying ‘walking’, even though it was the second time we’d seen the video. We sat there for twenty minutes, confused, until we figured it out. I’m sorry for laughing, it really shouldn’t have been funny. But thanks, Abby.

Some day, hopefully a VERY long time from now, I’m going to forget all the great times, the laughs, and the fun we had (although sometimes at the expense of others, sorry Donavon, Ben, and Josh. You guys are all really great, you’re just easy targets. I hope you never took anything seriously! We love you guys!) in seventh grade.

It may have been hard along the way, but this year was the best. Ever. Hands down. I wish we never had to split up. I’m going to miss every single one of you. Even you, Donavon. I know we rag on you all the times, but you’re a really good person. Deep down. Very, very deep down. I’m just kidding, you’re great. *hugs*

Even you, Josh. Yes, we like you too. Even though sometimes you’re a perv. LOL. Don’t EVER change, Josh. Seriously. And don’t ever become popular. I’d miss you too much! By the way, don’t read anything into you. I don’t like any of you guys. I just wish we were better friends.

Cause you guys, and girls, are all great. Well, save the few I could live without J But anyway….

This is seriously sad for me. Just think about all the things we’ve already forgotten. Well, okay, don’t think about them because you DON’T remember. You can’t even bother to MISS those memories because you don’t REMEMBER that you even HAD them.

That’s the really sad part. Ten years from now I’ll be all sad, and I won’t be able to remember all the really good, touching moments we’ve all had together. I just wish I could write them all down! But I’d never have the time, because there are so many!

I LOVE ALL YOU GUYS!!!!!!! Now go away before I start crying….LOL!

Add comment July 3, 2008

Mmmm.

I was blinded by love,
And now I suddenly get why
They tell you not to look at the sun.
But it’s okay, I’m alright.

I drowned before I could reach,
And now I get why they say
Not to swim out too deep.
But it’s alright, I’m okay.

I was killed by disease,
I didn’t live through the night
Like they said to put me at ease.
But it’s okay, I’m alright.

I’ve overcome.

Add comment June 29, 2008

I’m not going to lie.

The future TERRIFIES me. My hands shake when I even THINK about it, because I know that someday we’re NOT going to be kids anymore, and we’re going to have to fend for ourselves, and no matter how ‘independent’ we think we are right now, it is NOTHING compared to what we will go through in the years to come, the decades to come.

They always teach us that life is a fairytale, and that everything works out in the end, but I’ve seen the screw-ups that prove otherwise.

It’s dead scary. And we have to go through it. And it doesn’t get easier, no matter what they tell you. It just doesn’t.

You would probably laugh at how scary it seems to me, but it’s just so unreal that we’re OLD and I just don’t know how I’m supposed to deal with that. It only gets harder from here.

I just keep thinking about next year.

I’ve been having nightmares.

My parents almost pulled me out of that math program because they were worried about me starting my day at the high school next year, but I talked them out of it. It’s a great opportunity, but it scares the shit out of me.

What if Chris and Garret and Taylor’s parents really DID pull them out? What if I’m all alone? What if I get lost? What if they leave me behind and become the Three Musketeers and fend for themselves without me?

I’m the only girl. They don’t care about me, all they care about is themselves, and each other. I’m just some stupid nobody who’s along for the ride.

Am I just supposed to walk into the class? What do I do while they’re still in ‘homeroom’ (their’s is just long enough for announcements, they have no extended period)? Should I go on 9th grader orientation day? That’s the day that nineth graders are the only ones in the school, so they can find their way around without upperclassmen there. What am I supposed to have (supply-wise)?

What happens on the day that middle-schoolers don’t have school, and high schoolers do? There’s one day like that next year. What about when we have weird schedules? How am I supposed to know where to go? w am I going to get Middle School Announcements? How will I be able to catch up in Chorus? What about days that we have assemblies? Ben, the guinea pig for the project this year, said he waited in the Hgh school office for an hour and a half the day the middle school was there to watch the high school musical. What about attendence? Will the middle school mark that I’m absent, and the high school mark me present? What about grading? Will I get 2 report cards? Will it be on Infinite Campus? What if I miss a test? How will I make it up, if there’s no time in class?  Will the other three guys tell me what I missed when I’m absent? Will they care? What about the end of the year, when eighth grade goes to Wisehaven? Will we have time enough to make up the things we miss before school ends. What do I do if I can’t make up tests or other things in homeroom? Will teachers be more lenient, or will they not care?

What about my stuff? Will I have to carry my Algebra 2 book around with me EVERY day? Will they let us have lockers (highly unlikely)? Will I have to take my backpack to class everyday? Not to mention a heavy jacket in the winter….what am I supposed to do with that stuff???!!!

Why won’t Mrs. Campbell answer these questions? Why does nobody care that I have no idea what’s going on? Why doesn’t anyone understand that I can’t just go blindly into this?

Everybody keeps telling me that it’s only June, they’ll tell us everything when school starts–I AM GOING CRAZY HERE!!!!!!!!!! IT’LL BE TOO LATE THEN, I’LL ALREADY BE IN A MENTAL ASYLUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AM I BEING UNREASONABLE???????????

GAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

This is horrible. Why is everything always about me? I’m such a selfish person!

How are you???????

1 comment June 21, 2008

Why???

Why on Earth would anyone want to review the Bible??? (Much less read it, no offense)

But people on Amazon.com did just that….here are the kickiest reviews

A kick in the Testaments c/o Amazon’s reviews of the King James Bible.

1 comment June 18, 2008

Okay, yes, I will update….

Like the steady beat of every living heart,

Like the wondrous look of a world fallen apart,

Like the sure sound of your last breath before you fall asleep

When there’s no reason left for it to keep.

When the sunlight filters in and bathes the room,

When his only excuse is that he never knew,

When the ache comes after the heart’s already broken,

You will take back your torn up heart, your token.

You will cry with tears of hate.

That won’t be your only mistake.

You’ll never see what’s behind the walls he built.

The sword was gone, never in it’s hilt.

He wasn’t armed against your attack,

He wasn’t going behind your back.

That pause wasn’t a lie because it was too long.

It was because he was surprised that for once you were wrong.

Add comment June 13, 2008

This is For You, Sweetie.

I will not update.

😀

1 comment June 12, 2008

She wrote the word “Poor” on my English Composition. In red ink. “Poor.”

Poor.

Next time, I’d advise her to just hit me. It might hurt less.

God.

I cried.

All I’ve wanted to do since first grade was be a writer That’s it. I just always wanted to write.

I feel like she just ripped my heart out.

Poor.

Thank you for telling me in advance, Mrs. Hartenstein. Otherwise, I would have wasted my whole life on something I’m never going to be good at.

1 comment June 3, 2008