Days of My Life

to 2007. This will be the last post. Of the year. It's not like I have any other choice; today is December 31st, and usually, this day marks the end of yet another year. I can't make this the second to last post, because that would have been yesterday's. If I'm not making any sense at this moment, then...don't mind me. A year sounds long, but it truly isn't. So boringly little, yet so invigoratingly much happens in the course of 365 days, or, as in 2004's case, 366 days. What is there to celebrate about every January 1st, anyway? What is such the big deal with the "ball dropping" in a city about a thousand miles away? Again, pretentious. Okay, next topic. I have a feeling that the last post of the year ought to be out of the ordinary. (Sometimes I don't get how "out of the ordinary" and "extraordinary" mean...something different. If a matter is out of the ordinary, then doesn't it mean that it's ordinary, because it...

I'll do it tomorrow. The next day: I'll get to it tomorrow. And it's yesterday's tomorrow: Ah, tomorrow . Etc, etc. It's always TOMORROW. Many of the things we should do today are constantly pushed to tomorrow. Yet when the next day comes, we use another tomorrow. But what if today's tomorrow or tomorrow's tomorrow doesn't come? Oh well? For some things, that's fine, but for others, it's just not. One of the things that I really hate (and I hate a lot of things ... and people--though not as many now as before) is when others think that they know me so dagnabbit well but freaking don't. Seriously, I get extremely peeved when I try to tell someone that I'm like this or that, but then the counterpart disagrees ! What the heck is that all about, huh?! You got beef? Go roast it or something! I think I know well how I am, so don't go telling me that I'm not how I tell you I am. Unless you don't want to talk anymore, then fine! D...

I just felt like posting this up, as well. written Monday, December 24, 2007 in the middle of the night Novel Essay: Prompt 1 In a well-developed essay, convince the reader Henry has or has not developed from youth to manhood in the course of his war adventures. After his few days in battle, Henry Fleming gradually develops from a foolish, impressionable teenager into a wiser, more experienced young man. Throughout his time in the camp and as a part of the army, Henry goes through growth on many different levels. From his very first figment of imagination of Greek heroes to his first and last battle on the field, the youth evolves from a crawling caterpillar to a fluttering butterfly. As a teenager, Henry is, to begin with, highly impressionable and extremely foolish. He hears of all the town gossip and sees the headlines in the local newspapers; the thought that war is a glorious matter begins to cement in his mind in addition to the Greek heroes he has learned about and so much want...

Now that I've thought about it, tomorrow's recital is quite pretentious. I mean, really. You practice your song for however long, get better but not necessarily good at it, then you get up "onstage" and play it for others who don't even know or care about you to hear, and you take an awkward bow. How pre -freaking- tentious is that? ( sigh ) I don't care anymore. I had to think about and look for a "nice" outfit to wear tomorrow, and I decided to purposely look semi-casual, just to have an air of " I don't care ". Wow, now that I've actually put that into writing, it seems kind of mean. But it's how I feel. The song I'm going to play is so meaningless, other than the fact that it's one of my exam songs in March. Because I'm not going to play the second part afterall, everything's just a repetition. Which would sound all the more boring to the audience. But then again, as I said previously, they don't really ...

Unfortunately, I did not come up with that title myself. It's the name of a song that I just found and fell in love with :) It's by Yellowcard, by the way. This morning, I woke up before 10 (a surprise, yes) and began to do work for Deca. My battle buddy and I were working on one thing for about four hours, so one must be able to imagine how utterly, excruciatingly bored I was. I had to literally sit there for hours . But hey, we got studying done, though after about five long hours, we still have more to go. Gee, I sure can't wait for that. So basically, I've spent this whole day, the whole time I've been awake, anyway, on the computer. About six hours and twenty-five minutes at THIS VERY MOMENT. Hmm, I realize that I like being home alone on a chilly, dark day. I focus better when I'm alone, and I feel more...obligated, I guess you could say, to work and get things done. Though, honestly, the only thing I've done today is, again, sit right at the computer ...

to come up with a new, attention-grabbing title for each post. Though, one could simply number their posts, but then that'd be utterly boring and even less attention-grabbing. I truly miss Sunday, December 23, 2007 . It was just four days ago, but it feels like it's been a whole year already. The vivid details and imagery have faded; only the big ideas remain. The barbecue was incredibly...not necessarily fun, but I'll give it that anyway. It was probably the best day of the year for me. It was amazing, despite any little problems on the way and afterward. Simply, truly amazing. I didn't realize until about twenty hours later that it was my sweet sixteen "celebration". And I must say, it was sweet, indeed. There were three cakes! And of course, some fun-filled caking. I kept saying for two days that if I could, I would go back to that day and live it all over again. I'm pretty sure that this is the first time that I have ever wanted to go back to a day of...

is a really good show! I've been watching it all day today...and have done absolutely no work at all, not to mention home work. "Homework" is quite an oxymoron, because "home" and "work" are two opposite things....Huh. So, today, I bumped into an..."old friend." Not literally, and it's not like we spoke or anything. But it was nice to see him. The last time we saw each other was probably in August or something. Once upon a time, we were buddy-buddies. Haha. It's nice. My cousin gave me a Christmas card and a birthday card today. That was a nice, as well. (Though, I'm turning 16 , not 15, Daisy! Still, if you're reading this, thank you :) I am totally being a lazy bum. I really have to get up and work. Blah. I love how small gestures can make people happy. It makes me happy that they make others happy. And with little effort, too! A line from Ugly Betty just ran through my mind: (father kidding to son about the mother): ...