Days of My Life

What a jerk. Seriously. My own ___. Doesn't tell me where (s)he's going, what (s)he's doing, or whatever! And keeps me waiting while walking off with a petty little friend! Freaking freak. Inconsiderate jerk! Finals are over. Hallelujah. Not really. The math final was devastatingly difficult. Seriously. There were 35 questions, and I already knew that I had to get an A to maintain my borderline A. But when I looked at the test, I was completely aghast! The first problem stabbed me in the back already! Not to mention the next 34 of them. I was sure about only probably 10 of the problems...which, obviously, isn't going to be very helpful to my wavering grade. We'll see tomorrow. I bet I plummeted down with a fatal thump to a B. Grr. Chem final was today...I didn't study. Again. But for the unit exam, I'd thought I did pretty well, taking into consideration that I didn't study and wholly lacked comprehension of the whole unit. Disappointingly, though, I sco...

What is wrong with the world today And all these meaningless games we play Lack of honor, integrity No kindness, generosity Full of empty words and broken promises Full of blatant lies and hackneyed cliches Everybody talks but nobody listens Ignorance. Blissful, is it? Someone who truly cares would be heartbroken Seeing this ubiquitous, fatal ignorance. Math final is tomorrow. Oh, goodness. I did the review guide for about half an hour, then fell asleep. Again. I've been taking afternoon naps for the past several weeks. But I guess it's okay, since I probably wouldn't be doing anything useful anyway. But I was studying! Then again, if I'm sleepy, I really can't absorb anything I'm reading. It just doesn't happen. Argh, MATHMATHMATH! I have to get 179 out of the 200 points it's worth to maintain my A. Otherwise, I'm dead. In a mathematically psychological sense. If that made any sense. Oh, no, I'm dead... Wow, that was highly pessimistic. Okay, n...

I am doing chem right now. But something occurred to me, and I probably won't be able to get it off my mind until I "talk" about it. And since I currently have no one to exactly "talk" to, I'll just write. Or type. Same difference. So today, some chem homework was due. About half the people in the class didn't know that it was due because we all thought it was due on the day of the final, which is Thursday. And while other people who actually did it (at home) turned it in at the beginning of class, as we always do with homework, others (two of them) were apparently doing the homework assignment during classtime, and at the end, sneakily and not-so-steathily put their work on top of the collected homework pile on the teacher's desk. That was just plain wrong. Just. Plain. Wrong. What's wrong with the world today? What's wrong with it every single day? What's with the utter lack of honesty and honor, huh? Tell me.

I hate people who blatantly break their sealed promises. Or, I hate it when they break them. Whatever. If I was never mad at anyone before, I'm mad at someone now. Gosh. I don't even want to talk about it. Doing so would just infuriate me even further. Then again, that was my hook. Oh, well. Spanish and English finals tomorrow...I'm literally not going to study for the former...nor the latter. So I guess I'm not studying for either of 'em, then. Math...ARGH. I still have that 90.4%, and I cannot afford to get anything below a B+ or possibly even an A on the final. For chemistry, either! The pressure's on! Yet, I'm still sitting here, leisurely blogging and listening to music. Huh. What a wonder. It's quite unbelieveable that no rain came today. Oh wait. It did rain. In sixth period. At the beginning, it was relatively sunny but still chilly. As the period went on, though, it became absolutely freezing . Then it began to drizzle. Then the drizzle drops go...

I know it's either way too late or way too early to be blogging, but hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Or, well, maybe it's just me. Whatever. I'm feeling especially sleepy right now, because I've been reading for the past two and a half hours. I finally finished Size 14 Is Not Fat . Gavin McGoren! The next book is Big Boned . And it's already come out! I hope. I need to seek that for sure. As for today...or, well, yesterday's competition, GAH! The interview went well, I guess, but I did so much better during the mock one two weeks ago, where I met Mr. Birmingham (whom I did see but did not greet today), which is a shame (the doing better for the mock than for the real part, I mean). I kind of stuttered and hesitated and said a lot of redundantly repetitive things. Maybe all my responses were far too long, because I was asked only five or six questions. You know what I've noticed? They always ask about piano and Chinese School. Well, the...

Competition. Is. TOMORROW. TOMORROW! Speech, interview, essay... But you know what? I'm not even nervous. In fact, I should be "Sparking" The Red Badge of Courage or at least reading it right now. But I'm obviously not. Or I could be practicing my speech or working on impromptu speeches. Monday is the history test, which now happens to be on only chapter 21, not 21 and 22. Tuesday is Spanish and English finals (whatever to both). Wednesday is math (AGH!!) and history (not really, since we're taking the test on Monday). Thursday chemistry (eh...) and P.E. I'm just glad that chemistry and math aren't on the same day. That'd be killer. Homicidal. If that's even a word. Then two days later, it's DECA finals! In a way. Next week is going to be stressful. Way stressful. The other night, I couldn't fall asleep for the longest time because I was thinking about classes for next semester and next school year. After about half an hour of tossing and ...

I got home about ten minutes ago, and I am currently consuming carrots. Haha, hey! That was alliteration! The rain is coming down like drops of water from the sky. Oh wait, they are drops of water falling from the sky... Huh. What a wonder. I do have homework today. But I won't start it til later. Probably much later. I started reading Size 14 Is Not Fat Either (sequel to Size 12 Is Not Fat ) last night, and instead of studying chemistry, I continued reading until my eyes and my head hurt, which was about 11 p.m. I don't know if it's because of the cold weather or something, but my ears have been especially sensitive for the past few days. In fifth period today, the people around me were YELLING to each other, even though they're barely three feet away from one another. And I was right in the middle of it. Gosh. Okay, now I have 90.23% in math. That is a very dangerously close to B kind of A. Meaning, I have to be wary of my actions... Mathematically speaking, of cou...

Today is one of those very rare days on which I have no homework. But I still have a lot of studying to do. Finals start next week... Chem. Math. Blech. Competition is FOUR days away. I remember that a couple of months ago, I reminded myself every day that I had __ months left, then __ weeks left..., and now it's down to four DAYS. Four, three, two... ( sigh ) Time. Where does it go? I'll tell you where it goes: away. Or maybe it's right beside us the whole time, every time. Maybe we go away from time. Hmm, I don't feel like going into such depth at the moment. Study is one thing I really ought to do right now, seeing as how I don't have any homework. You know what? This was just a waste of my time. And yours. I haven't been feeling quite poetic these past few days. I think I did well on my math quiz today. Hopefully, I didn't just "jinx" it. I hate when that happens. So I heard it's going to rain all week. What is with all this rain and wind?...

Looking out my side window I think I see everything there is to see Know everything there is to know I think I've got the whole wide world Understood, in my hands Then I hear a shrieking blare And I'm forced back into reality Where there's nothing I see, nothing I know Nothing at all, in this whole wide world It's all too much to fit into my two hands All far too much for me to hold I feel a push, an urge, but I know I can't Possibly take in such an enormity I studied for Deca for about four gruesome hours today. Then I slacked off and watched One Tree Hill on cwtv.com for about two hours. And now I'm here, typing this. I realize I still have a lot more work left, waiting for me by the side. Oh, would you look at that? There's a line! Hmm, what I'm about to say has occurred to me numerous times before. Even though I totally suck at drawing...I think I can be an artist. If I want to. An artist with words... An artist with a camera, whether it be used for ...

Estoy bromeando. I really don't have much to say today, and I've got to say that I'm not feeling very poetic at the moment. Maybe it was the math homework I just finished without knowing at all what I was even doing. I know it wasn't the history notes, because I did that last night as well, but I came up with some juicy material to write. Yeah, probably the math... Or maybe it's just the uneventful-ness of today, though much more happened today...Oh wait, never mind. Gosh, I'm already irking myself with what I'm saying. Or not saying. However you want to look at it. Or not look at it. Maybe I should have said Soy una idiota instead. Huh. I think I'll just go and...discontinue this. I'm boring myself and boring you. I apologize for the redundace and impertinence of this post. The next one shall be better.

Un ballo en maschera: I see now that life is just that-- People donning masks Concealing their individual identities, Those mascheras being their entire entities And simply nothing else With nothing, no story to tell Making an entrance through the ostentatious door Stepping onto the overcrowded dance floor Dancing, Gliding around, prancing No identities, Masked entities Nothing else No story to tell It's the same thing, over and over again Put on a mask and pretend Step into a world they think they understand A world where there's nothing but pretentious glam Where they know they'll fit in Where everyone else is already at or has already been-- Life is just that: A masked ball. Un Ballo en (or "in") Maschera is actually the name of one of the songs I'm studying for Deca. About two minutes prior to beginning this post, I was just getting soup in the kitchen, and it suddenly occurred to me that life is a masked ball . And since I know that un ballo en mascher...

If only I could find a way to keep this memory always, To remember this special day among other days, So the moments would endlessly be true Endlessly be real So I could picture them any, every time So long live you and so long live I And so long lives this rhyme I will persistently try To find a way. I think that was pretty good! :) This afternoon was, almost like last Saturday, amazing. But in its own specially different way. Who ever thought that sharing music and uttering random but relative words could be so fun? Not I. In fact, I'd never even thought of such a thing. Or...maybe I'm highly mistaken. Hmm, I probably am. But today was a fantastic Friday, indeed. The English district period assessment is so gay and lame. Boring, too! Grr. Expository writing is not too exciting to write. And imagine reading it! Blech! The chem one was relatively easy, though. I'd wanted to study because I'd expected it to be quite difficult, but undoubtedly, I ended up not studying (I...

are sometimes so extremely foolish, but it's not like I can just turn back time and redo anything. So I'll just suck it up and...not necessarily forget about it, because how could I forget such things? But once something else comes along, I'll have another matter to think about, another decision to make. It's usually still quite foolish, and it's usually the same mistake(s). But like I so enthusiastically assert in my Deca speech: Mistakes are meant to be made and meant to be learned from. Don't say that you won't make the same mistake twice, because there is more than one lesson to each and every one of them. I was expecting to stay after school today, but then unexpectedly, neither of the Deca coaches was present, so obviously, after-school session was cancelled. Dagnabbit. And I actually wanted and was ready to stay today, too! But I guess since I'm home now, blogging, I didn't want to stay as much as I thought I did. I'm sure you know of the...

(not in any specific order) -get married (at least once) -write a book that people will love -attend an Ivy League school -become editor-in-chief of a magazine/ newspaper -cook a whole gourmet meal...or just bake a cake -climb a tree -get to like and understand mathematics well -walk into a pole...accidentally, of course -talk and reconnect with old friends for a whole day -visit Europe -see snow -paint a "masterpiece" -give a shot at teaching -obtain a degree in psychology...and English, obviously -go skydiving -make a stranger happy -get a mohawk or die my hair purple/blue for a short while (midlife crisis) -become a widely acclaimed writer -have a library's worth of books -then establish a library in my name (that is, if I have enough money...) -buy a nice house with lush green front and back yards -learn to swim...in the ocean (Do people swim in oceans at all??) -win lots of gold (I suppose silver's fine, too...) medals in Academic Decathlon :) -become a skilled o...

I'd update today, so here I am, updating. I keep feeling that today is someone's birthday, although everyday ought to be somebody 's birthday, but you know what I mean. But I'm not sure... Sometimes, I really should pay more attention to some things. Such as this. When it comes to certain people, I mean. So about that history test...I was so extremely pissed off yesterday after fifth period because I'd thought that I'd gotten every other answer right but number 36, which I trusted my partner with because I wasn't certainly positive. Then right afterward, I found out that my original answer that he rejected was right! So I was really...yeah. Just extremely pissed off. I couldn't get over it! But then by about 8 that evening, I didn't even think about it anymore. Then today, he came up to me and said, "Wendy, I'm sorry. It was 25," 25 being the right answer. But I was somewhat over it already, like I said. Though, whenever someone mentio...

my endorphins or something. I have so much to say today. Well, I'll try to keep this short, just as an addendum to what I posted less than twenty minutes ago. I think that things are looking up for me. Way up. And hopefully, though not intentionally selfishly, even higher. I'd say "upper", but it doesn't sound correct. Or, well, things are looking good. Except for math finals. And this particular chemistry unit that I cannot seem to understand. But...I'll work on it and deal with it when the time comes. Okay, now I'm done. Hopefully.

today was. The mock speech/interview HIPP today was awesome. In fact, it was pretty amazing. I mean, I'm so pumped up right now. I did pretty well on the interview. They said I was thorough with my answers and enthusiastic (enough), etc, etc. But I have to remember to keep eye contact when I think about my answers and give specific examples for some things, and avoid "devaluing" some things. Otherwise, it was good. After interviews was lunch. As usual, we went down to Burger King (I seem to be having a lot of that this semester...) for comida . Next came speeches. I'd already memorized my speech. Surprisingly, though, lots of people didn't even have their speeches written yet! Then again, I don't blame them. I mean, there are still two more weeks. That's kind of good. And bad. Anyway, I was paired up with this one girl from another school to work on our speeches together. And after doing a few impromptus and doing our prepared speech, we started talking an...

For about the past two days, I've been feeling so torn. First, it was just into thirds and one piece more. Then from yesterday to today, it became sevenths! Thirds was because of one thing, and then the four more splits was due to another. Now I really know that heart-wrenching feeling. Literally. It hurts. Like, not physically, but emotionally. It's physically draining too, in a way. But don't get me wrong. It was a pretty good school week this week, considering it was the first of the year. Yet, every time that I have to think about those two situations, that heart-wrenching feeling comes in. I am quite certain that I have never felt this way before. Well, until two days ago, obviously. We have a history test this coming Monday, and because we didn't get to review in class like we usually do, we are allowed to have a "test partner", with whom we, well, take the test. Honestly, I'd like to just fly solo. But the partner situation is so frustratingly mess...

Today was literally the first day of school for the year. It felt extremely awkward. I mean, I didn't forget my locker combinations or anything, but I just felt like I should have been at home, sleeping through multiple alarms instead of walking around in a daze with all these somewhat, somehow familiar people near me. Most of my teachers were quite lenient today, for they were, as they claimed, trying to get back into school mode as well. So, now, in math, instead of having a high, high B and a high possibility of an A, I now have an 86%. Because I D'ed my chapter test from before winter break. Great... Geez, if only I'd done some of the homework that week and actually paid attention to it (not the lesson in class), I would have done a lot better. But see, the thing was, there were plenty of word problems (which all came from the assignment[s] I did not do)...but after the test, I thought I would have ended up with at least a C. But no... I had a D-. 60 percent!! Argh! Eve...

the pretentious moments and the precious memories as well. I didn't finish my math homework. But I kind of have to tonight. Okay, so why am I even blogging? Roger Bannister was the first person to run the mile under four minutes at Illffley Road Track in Oxford, England on May 6, 1954. You'll never guess where I got that from. The math book. I got that from the math book. Okay, you probably don't care. I think my superego is rising up and rebelling against my id, so...I'm just going to go back to math homework for now.

It's raining quite hard at this moment. I didn't even expect it to rain anytime this week. Not that I've even thought about it... So, that hideous mound of math homework that was awaiting me: I began it at 9 last night. It took me four hours to do just chapter 1! Of course, that was the "trial" chapter, because it was the first. When I was a little past halfway done with that chapter, I asked one of my classmates how much we have to do, and she said the teacher said "at least one page front and page per chapter"! When I finished, I had FOUR pages!! I couldn't, and still can't, get over how dumb it was. Is. I was long-windedly complaining to my friend about it, and then I realized that it's better to do more than less. But still. Seriously, if everyone hands in like, five sheets of paper (for five chapters' summaries).... Grr. I'm going to have at least fifteen. At least. Today, from about 12:30 p.m. till just before 5, I did two chapt...

Tired. After about ten hours of sleep, I still feel quite sleepy. From now until March 1st, I have a lot to worry and think about. Then again, maybe I won't worry about it much. Deca competition, as I have mentioned numerous times, is now twenty-three days away, thirty days for the second part. Finals are twenty-six days away... Piano exam is (29+29...) 58 days away. Wow, this is probably the first time I've counted exactly how many days away an event is. I think I'm getting paranoid. Even though I still have to start all my math homework (darn you, math), I began reading yet another book about two hours ago: Amazing Grace . I saw that book in the shelves almost every time that I was in the YA section of the library. And I've picked it up several times, but never borrowed it, because I judged the book by its cover . But my sister borrowed it and after she finished it, she kept saying how good it was and how much she loved it, and despite our different tastes, I decided ...

Another year, another three-hundred sixty-six days (in this year's case). I actually finished two books in two days. I finished The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks at exactly 12:34 a.m. Undoubtedly, it was good. I cried pretty hard near the end. But I barely had time to reflect on the book, because I fell asleep about five minutes thereafter. And then today, while I was in the middle of doing European history notes (Yes, I'm STILL working on them.), I decided to take a break and picked up a book. I got Story of a Girl by Sara Zarr just yesterday from the library, and this was the first in a while that I have started and finished in one day. It used to be that I start and finish two books in a day. But hey, as long as I'm not deprived of reading, I'm good. One of my friends just asked me if I've been dating. I said, "Yeah, my calendar!" Pft. It just occurrred to me that finals are arriving, as well... And on top of that, I think finals are on the same week a...