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| School started back yesterday, and I am utterly exhausted. I'm honestly so exhausted that I completely lose track of what I'm going to write, as soon as the thought pops into my head. I've been sitting here, staring at this blank page for almost an hour.
We're doing Trigonometry in Math. According to my father, it's really useful. Personally, I think it's the most ridiculous thing in the world. It's a bunch of triangles. I mean, okay. Yes, you're going to need the angles crap if you're a scientist, mathematician, carpenter, and stuff like that, but I can't see myself being any one of those, so it just doesn't interest me in the least bit. At least I'm good at math and hardly have to look at the work, so I don't have that much exposure to the dreadful topic.
My Writing teacher is reading the book The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch, so he's in a very ~motivational~ mood this week. Today he made us write a list of goals we have for our lives, varying from silly things like "Pass English" to the huge things, like "become an astronaut". After we did that, he got us to pick out the goal we thought was the most far-fetched one out of the bunch -- the most difficult to achieve -- and write a quick little paragraph about what is standing in our way from achieving it. I personally loved that little exercise. I’m all for telling people about events in my past, what’s going on in the present, and what I plan for the future. I think I’m destined to write an autobiography. I’m just that vain.
Anyway, the whole lesson was basically to teach us that the only thing standing in our way is ourselves. We just need good work ethic, and confidence and we’ll get, if not exactly anywhere we think we want, at least somewhere we truly enjoy.
I think it was the best Writing class we’ve had so far, and not because the word of the day (for Mr. Field to use) was “shit” and the fact that porn stars were brought up into a conversation somehow. I really thought, as disorganized as it was, it was a good little lesson for us all. We’re in a very weird stage in our lives. It’s this horrible transition stage where we’re thinking about our future, but we’re scared. We want to try to get ahead of the game, but there always seems to be something holding us back. That’s not true, though. Mr Field (*coughcoughthebookcough*) is right. We’re just holding ourselves back from whatever we want to do with our life. Just look at those young fashion designers. They’re my age and younger, yet successful because they set their mind to it. I’m not going to reference the teen actresses and “musicians”. I admit, I do like some, and a few of them even had to work for what they now have, but most just mooch off Mommy and Daddy and make their way into the industry, only to turn out like Lindsay Lohan in a few years.
I have slightly short of 3 weeks left of this semester. I’m just completely worn out, and sick of the subjects I have. I don’t know how I managed last year, having all of the subjects all year. It’s so boring, and mentally draining. You just get so, for lack of a better term, bored of it all. Science, I’m just completely sick of now that Chemistry is over. Yes, I’m book at Weather, but no, I don’t want to do it. I wish I could go on auto-pilot and fastfoward through the next 3 weeks, and just get to the part where they tell me I’m exempt from my Science and French exam and I only have to do my Math exam. I’m not too worried about that. I generally love math, just not this Trig. crap.
Next semester I have Art, Gym/Family Living, English and History. I’m really looking forward to those subjects. Now, it just all depends on the teachers. I’ve heard Krauskopf is crazy, like every other high school art teacher, I’m not sure about my Gym/Family Living teachers, Mrs. Rowe has been referred to as “DeathRowe”, so English is sure to be a ~blast! for me, and Thane is a pervert. Hopefully I can get past the bad teachers, and just do my own thing an do my best work. I don’t think I’ll care so much about the grades as long as I know I’m doing my best work, and it’s just the teachers’ judgements that are putting my grades down. As long as it’s over 60 (preferrably, 80, to be honest.)
I must be off to bed. As you can tell, if you managed to get through all of that crap, I need sleep. I’ll try to post a better entry within the next few days. I actually have one planned, but haven’t gotten the time/mustered up the energy to do it. | | |
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The most productive thing I've done today is shower. Oh, and take down half of the laundry from my room. Wow, I'm on a roll!
The oven broke earlier. Isn't that a lovely way to start off the new year? My parents were in the middle of cooking a turkey, so they had to take it over to my aunt's house, who lives next door. My aunt is a vegetarian. Oh, sweet irony, how I love thee so.
Basically, I'm spending the day chillin' in sweatpants and a robe, lurking the internet and possibly watching movies. The Dark Knight, anyone? : ) Maybe I'll organize my bookshelf. It's in desperate need of that, since I have the addition of 4 new books.
It's storming today. It's such a waste of a storm day. Psh. Storming on a holiday! My brother got storm stayed at the hotel he was at last night for a New Years Eve benefit dinner/dance his boss and wife were holding. He had planned to stay last night, anyway, but he's staying again tonight. Sweet! Free access to the computer for a whole day again. | | |
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I had to babysit last night. Or should I say this morning? I got there at 8:30, and didn't get home until 4am.
I was so exhausted. I wouldn't have cared so much if the woman would have told me that she would be out that late, but instead I had to sit there, hour after hour, and wonder if she was going to get home within that half hour.
She has no TV. It's like, 4 channels. She has most of them blocked for some godforsaken reason. Like, the kid is little. He's not going to turn on the TV, change the channels, and watch Friends. Even if he did, he wouldn't understand shit. I watched TV like that when I was little, and I turned out fine! ... ish.
So when she finally did pile in the door at 3:30, she came with two friends. Two loud, obnoxious, and very drunk friends. She was also drunk beyond belief. She even did the typical 'drunk adult with child' thing, and turned to me -- the quiet one -- and said "sshhh!" I wanted to just get up and walk home, then, but since it was almost 4 in the morning on the eve of New Years Eve, I just waited for my cab to come. 20 minutes. 20. minutes. 20 minutes! until it came. I had to sit there with drunks for 20 minutes. I don't mind drunk family members. I'm around them every holiday, and some random nights that we all just get together. But random drunks, yeah ... not so much love for them.
I didn't get paid enough for that shit. She gave me $40, but then I had to pay for the cab. Oh, did I mention that cabs are one of my huge fears? I hate them. 1) because I imagine how many wasted people have thrown up on the floor. 2) they smell, and so do the drivers. 3) I watch too much television, and am always terrified that I'm going to get raped.
I am neeeevvveeeeerrrrr babysitting for her again. I said that before this time, and now I really mean it. I was never a fan of the woman, or the child, so it's no loss to me. I'm turning 16 soon, then I can get a real job at the mall or something. Anything is better than a screaming Momma's boy and his bitch of a mother.
Tonight, I'm going to my aunt's house for New Years Eve! :D
There probably won't be any drunks there. There are young(ish) children to attend to, and she's getting two Chinese students who are going to be boarding there today, so she doesn't want to give off the wrong impression on the first day.
My family is so funny. They're obnoxious, on both sides, but especially on my Dad's (which is the side we're visiting tonight). One of my aunts is a teacher at Holland Collage, and one of my uncles and another one of my aunts are lawyers. Oh, and one of my uncles is an Italian chef. Yes, straight from Italy. Just imagine the "eat! eat! eat!" we get at dinners.
I don't know what to wear tonight ... My mom and I always look our finest when we leave the house together. We have to. We're ~fierce~. Last time I wore a satin scoop neck button up shirt, a high-waisted satin black skirt, that had a slight pleat after it got past the hips, and it had 2 stripes (or chunks of color, is more like it) at the bottom of deep purple and silver. I wore that with black tights, 3" heels, a string of freshwater pearls, and my hair in a bun and a headband on. I looked like a mini Waldorf. My mother wore a black sweatervest with a black buttonless cardigan, and black wide-leg dress pants with 2" heels. Yes, that's a lot of black for both of us. But hey, we're part Arabic, we look good in black.
I must start getting ready now ... | | |
| I decided it would probably be for the best to do a quick introduction before I start posting random things on here (again).
First and foremost, this will be a diary for me. Yes, it is a very public diary, but I'm not really worried about that. I'm not one for secrets. If it was so important to keep something quiet, I wouldn't write it or speak it, ever. Not to my best friend. Not to my personal, private diary.
Now, on to the good stuff! :)
My name is Mallory.
I'm almost 16. I'm not much for birthdays, so I don't tend to tell people when it is. I do put it on my profiles, though, so if you really want to know, you can just check that out. Just never wish me a happy birthday on that day, please. That is my only request.
I'm in grade 10 at Colonel Gray High School. It's pretty damn awesome, in my personal opinion. We have a lot of freedom compared to other schools I've been to. It's a nice change.
I have a a fairly small group of friends. We sit in the very corner of one of the far wings of the school, right beside a teacher's office. Luckily, it just happened to be a young, "cool" teacher who actually likes us (most days).
I think my friends hate me most days. That's no secret. I'm kind of scared of them, as much as I love them.
We don't party. Instead, we go to coffee shops and book stores, and play karaoke games while sleeping over at Raven's mom's daycare, which we call the 'CC'.
I live with both of my parents (though, I'm fairly sure my mother hates my father and wouldn't care if they got divorced or not.) and my older brother.
I have a rabbit named Wiggles. He's very cute, and very fat.
I like writing. How I speak on MSN and in my blog probably will not reflect my actual writing abilities. I don't really try when I'm doing those things.
I also like art. My mom is an avid painter, photographer, jewelery & decoration maker. I've currently lost my muse to do anything art related, but I still love it so much.
There's not much else to know about me. If there is, you will just find it out by reading my entries.
I will try to post once every day or two (or three. I mean, if nothing spectacular happened, there's really nothing to blog about, is there?) In simpler terms, I will be blogging regularly. *
* this was taken directly from another blog I have. I have decided to keep my blog on multiple blog-websites. This allows me to be able to meet and speak to more people. : ) | | |
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