Days of My Life

Today is the last day of March. In some other faraway places in the world, "today" is already April 1st. Time sure flies. Frankly, I have nothing good to talk about today. I just thought I'd blog because it's the last day of the month. Hmm, so today in first period English, during our dress rehearsal, my goupmates were practically staring daggers at me because I'm basically the only person in the group who hasn't memorized her (LARGE and LONG!) lines. And...well, clearly, that's not good. Performances begin tomorrow. Go figure. As for my "dumb puppet", they hated it. I mean, I know it sucked, but they didn't have to express such blatant distaste toward it! Gosh. Appreciate some, you know? But I don't mind. Much. I have to memorize a whole bunch of lines tonight. And do history notes (which I did plan to start over the weekend and... [ fanfare ] did not.), which are due on Wednesday. Apparently, we're starting on World War I! Yay... I ...

Guess who that is. I mean, was. Anyway, this is, again, my second blog for the day, because I just had to say some stuff. Even though I'm not yet done with homework. I was planning on starting history notes...but oh well. I just need to make a dumb puppet for English...and memorize my lines as Brutus. So I called my cousin and asked her if I could borrow a children's toy for our new Spanish unit, Cuando eramos (accent over the "e") ninos (squiggly line over the latter "n")--when we were children. When I got there, she (in fifth grade) threw her second younger sister's Piglet toy at me. (Insert "lol.") Then I came home and thought, oh, heck, why not. I might as well get the baby photo now, too. Even though it's not due til Wednesday. So I obviously just gave away the answer to my initial question. I spent a few minutes looking through the photo album I was holding and then some more time sorting through yet another envelopful among many oth...

...to write letters to people. And tell them what I think of them for the day. Or tell them how they've affected me or made my day good or bad, how they've made my life different, in however which way. Sometimes I wish I could simply tell everybody how I feel about them or whatever, say everything that I want to say to them. In words. And not have any of it read by anybody. I've seriously considered starting a new journal just for that sake. Starting out every entry with "Dear (insert name here)..." Then pour my heart out with a black pen and a composition book. (I'm very specific when it comes to these things.) Anyway, if only I had the time and patience for all that. It's due to my lack or shortage of patience that I go for poetry instead of short stories, blogging in lieu of journaling ( Wendynary just made "journal" a verb.) To thoroughly comprehend old English is not a simple task. It takes time and, as my history teacher always emphasizes,...

I haven't done this in a long time. In fact, there seems to be a lot of things that I haven't done in a long time. Such as...making dumplings. Not the frozen kind. I mean the actual homemade ones. The last time I did that was about a whole decade ago, probably longer than that, even. I remember way back then, my sister and I used to stay up later than usual to make dumplings and such with our dad. ( sigh ) That was a very long time ago... And today, we're making dumplings. I think. My dad's out buying stuff, so...we'll see how it turns out. If it does turn out to turn out, that is. I think I'll start my homework after I do this, seeing as how I don't have much to do anyway. I mean, I could always pay that visit to my actual journal... Now that I just mentioned it, I probably will. Write with a pen, I mean. And not just for homework. (Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike writing with pencil? Oh, wait, I have. In that one entry in which I complained about ...

Approximately thirteen and a half hours later, I am here again, blogging. I couldn't get myself to sleep past ten. It must be some automatic thing or something. I woke up against my own will at 9:49, thinking it was past eleven. When I saw the actual time, I tried to go back to the blissful state of sleep. But no... I just couldn't do so. So I just lied there, thinking about... Okay, fine, I wasn't really thinking. I was still attempting to fall back asleep. Which, obviously, did not work, or else I would be sleeping right now. Anyway, I've been so used to sleeping at midnight or past that last night at 10:40-something, I didn't feel like sleeping yet, so I called someone and talked on the phone until...11-something. My sleeping patterns are interesting, are they not? This weekend, I have math homework, history homework, and...oh, right, English. We're "performing" The Tragedy of Julius Caesar next week, and my group and I have Act III. Monday's o...

That seems to be my question of the night. I've asked that over AIM three or four times already. So is it just me, or is it everyone else and their bad ways of asking questions and/or making statements? I'm thinking it's the latter... I had so much I wanted to write about two nights ago, but I also had a lot of homework to do, so I wasn't able to blog here. And now I'm thinking that I have nothing to do (yet) because there's no class tomorrow. I think I'll go in chronological order, from today to whatever past days. So today, I stayed after school, because... Well, I wanted to. This was the first Friday that I've stayed. I'd expected it to be fun, and it was, so that was nice. I mean, at first, it was rather boring because nothing was happening, but eventually the tennis game started, and things started picking up, I guess I can say. Now, today, I actually allocated my time with everybody...if that makes any sense at all to you. I won't elaborate...

Over the course of Spring Break, I have discovered some things on YouTube that, apparently, are worthy of my time. Or else I wouldn't have spent almost the entire week parking (and double parking) my butt here at the computer seat, mindlessly watching (or just looking at) a computer monitor. Suffice to say, I left the majority of my homework assignments to do on the last day. Saturday, I worked for about five hours and then went to my friend's birthday party/barbecue. At which I should not have stayed so long. But anyway, on yesterday, I got up at the ungodly hour of 6:15 a.m. just to do homework. Yet, by midnight, I was still not done! And I hadn't studied for the math quiz, either! Which was, obviously, not good, seeing as how I didn't know what in the evil world I was doing on the homework several hours earlier. So I went to sleep at 12:30 last night and woke up at 5:48, five minutes later than usual. I'd thought that I was running late, but...Well, I'm alway...