Getting Lazy on the Updates

Its hard to update a blog about your senior year of high school when cool things all of sudden cease to happen during the time. Its hard to write a blog when you completely forget it exists.

Anyway, so I forgot a bit. But I was reminded about ten minutes ago.

Last Friday, I finally got my license. I've been driving to school and such. It is awesome.

And I also remembered that yesterday was an eventful day. First field trip of the year, to Stoney Ridge Farm. Its an apple/pumpkin/Christmas tree farm place with lots of animals and a corn maze and a camel hiding somewhere around there. Went with my horticulture class. I basically got out of a whole day of school just to go, and to make the day just that little bit better the guy I've been crushing on for a while actually got to go along, too.

So I spent the entire time stalking him. And we were in turn being stalked by this annoying, redundant, shop-lifting, snide bear of an 11th grade "girl". She simply would not leave us alone. Not even to go bother her own so-called "friends". Just when we'd think we were getting away, she'd just appear again and keep following. I swear, if I took one step to the right she'd do the exact same thing. Annoying!

The car journey to/from was salvation from this he/she stalker thing, thankfully. Riding with the boy and 4 other friends. And our teacher. Talking about random things. Falling asleep. Taking pictures of each other. Whilst falling asleep. Ah, good times, good times.

I do realize I won't miss high school once I'm out, although I know for a time I'm just going to miss how it gave me someplace I knew I'd see all my friends, all the people I cared about seeing. Once its over, I'll have a hell of a time staying in contact with everyone. In a way I will miss it a little, but its not the end of the world. I'll move on to college, to real life. But the memories will never die.

Memories like what were made yesterday. I can't let myself forget about those. That's kind of what this blog is for, now that I think about it. It's not because I want to share my experiences with people; it's just because I want my memories to be written down, because I'm afraid of forgetting things. Having this blog makes me a little more secure in the knowledge that one way or another I'll still remember these days like it happened just yesterday, even 20 years down the road.

Whose Trip Was It Anyway?

Seattle. The great city of the great Northwest. How I love thee, traffic jams and all.

I have just returned from one of the greatest day-trips of all time. I found out how truly amazing my phone is, and just how damn annoying I can be.

Anyway, I started my day by being woken up by Erika who was spending the night, and then taking a shower. Same as any ordinary day. Then we had breakfast, Erika and I goofed off, then we were off to the races. Ahem, I mean, to take Erika home and then hop on the freeway south. So, we did.

Blah blah blah, long boring car ride...okay, so it wasn't as boring as usual. I didn't bring any CDs, so my only background noise was static. Chhhhhchchchchc....you get the picture. I did however, have my camera phone. Boy, did I find a lot of photo opportunities today. Saw a few nice cars on the way down there. Saw a Ferrari that I wasn't able to get a picture of (for OBVIOUS reason.), a Jeep with no doors, and a few oldies. Plus an old, rusty-mobile on a trailer going north. Heh.

Once we got to Seattle, we headed towards Uwajimaya, a Japanese market in the International District. To put it simply, Uwajimaya rocks my socks. We spent at least an hour there whilst I looked around, marveled at soy sauce with my dad, and bad-mouthed Hello Kitty. I went broke.

Then came the search for dinner. Nothing came of it in I.D. We got Starbucks, though, but were served by a rather incompetent barista-boy. They were out of Italian Soda, basically. Pleh. Moved on.

We ended up by Pike Place Market, and found our dinner at a little Japanese sushi place (exactly what we were searching for, but never found in the I.D. because the only one there was closed down). It was rather pricy for the meal we ordered, but we got the full deal. Miso soup, various sushi, drinks, and a nice green tea ice cream for dessert. Mmm. =] Also, our cook was very friendly. We actually sat at the bar right in front of the kitchen, and you can see them making your food. We chatted with the cook most of the time, and then he very kindly made me a little mouse out of what I think was a lime? I'm not sure, but I took a picture. It was green and cute. ^_^

After that we headed to the Moore Theatre for the show at 7. By this time I was rather excited. I had hoped our seats would be at the front of the balcony at least but...we had the nosebleed seats. Blargh.

It was simply an AMAZING show, however. I could hardly see with my blur-o-vision glasses, but, I saw everything I wanted to see. Jeff Davis, mmm...the moment he walked on stage, I squeed. Then, toward the end during Greatest Hits, he and Chip were doing a bit and they turned all sexy on us...Jeff tore off his jacket, rolled up his pant legs and exposed his purple stripe socks. I swear I could have melted into a puddle right then and there. And even earlier than that whilst they were doing a bit where they have audience members come up and move the performers around, the guy moving Jeff had him waving his arms up high and his shirt just sort of...up. You know. I totally died. (Yes, I know, I'm such an uber-obsessed little fangirl. I can't help it if he's so sexy.)

I managed to record nearly the entire show, except for a tiny bit of Greg Proops' at the beginning. Meh. I don't care, I got the rest. Especially everything with Jeff. ^_^ I just don't know if you know, I wasn't supposed to record it or not but ah, no one said anything so...shhhh, don't tell! ^^;;;

So, now, I'm finally home, and god am I tired. I have many pictures to upload from the day, and actually some from yesterday at the LARP with Erika that I never got to. Yes, yesterday night was also simply amazing. As my Friday nights usually are. I'm really looking forward to the next time I get to go to Seattle, for whatever reason it may be. And I know now that, no matter what, I am moving to Seattle as soon as I possibly can. I'm in love. Seattle stole my heart and won't give it back.

<3

Pain, blah blah blah

Randomly, I seem to be in terrible pain. Actually it seems to be happening a lot randomly. Ow. The pain from days of old, where my ankle would pop when I'd move or my back would hurt so bad I could do no more than lay face down on my bed and mumble into my pillow. Ugh. I'm NOT old, but some days I feel like it.

Besides pain, there's the other kind of pain, the pain of finding out that my senior project advisory board SUCKS hardcore. I mean, I have one of the assistant principals on my project board, damn it! And then the crazy French teacher and the evil choir teacher that everyone hates. Could this be any harder?

At least there's a bit of refuge from the storm of hate; I went to the mall with Erika last Sunday (I know, delayed update but it seems I forgot. Heh.) and we tried on dresses. The only one that actually fit me was...clam-shell thing. I'm not going to explain. It was pink and...clammy looking. That's all you need to know. Then there was Tuesday which I've already posted about, along with pictures. And the rest of the week..well, was just the same old thing. I was glad to have Friday off, though, and I slept in a good deal. Good way to end the week.

This week, however, does not look so promising. Its a Blue week (Monday / Wednesday / Friday are all Blue days, so its predominantly Blue) so I'm not too excited about it, but I guess we'll see where we end up. Goodnight.

The Great Mini-Adventure

School is not even worthy of this post. No, today, the evening was where its at.

Sarah tells me Ray wants to go to Deming along the Nutsack River. Erm, I mean Nooksack. Anyway, then I get home and I get a call from him. "Let's go!" he says. As usual, always enthused. That's not to say that I wasn't too, though.

And they get here, we pick up Andy, and we're off. Long boring car ride, lots of bumps later, we're there. And we proceed to...drive through the river. Yes, THROUGH. It was just some of the shallow-er areas, nothing too bad...except for one spot where the water was all the way up the hood. Where we also managed to get stuck.

Though, despite the bumpiness, it was all very well fun. There was a fire, there were lots of rocks...great picture opportunities which, if I'd had my digital camera along with me, I would have taken better advantage of. Oh well, I still got camera-phone pictures. They're on my Flickr (which is the photo stream on the right. over there. yes. see it?). Check 'em out.

See, THIS is what senior year is all about. Having fun and goofing off with friends, miles away from home where no one cares but you and the fish you fumigate with Jeep exhaust...

Mondays, As Usual

Yet another Monday survived. How many more Mondays are there in this school year? Can I make it through them all? Well, I've been through the last few okay, so I suppose so.

It's just blue days...blue days are shit. The only redeeming fact is that I have an open first period. Woot @ sleeping in. But, then there's English and economics, and on top of that, manual labor...I mean advanced horticulture...blech.

And, it all just goes to hell when you have a pedophile substitute who makes you continue to trim blackberry bushes all the way down just to have an excuse to watch you bend over.

Sometimes, I swear the school spends money hiring the wrong people, whilst trying to save money firing good people. Sigh.

Another dreadful fact is that tomorrow, there is a senior class meeting about the culminating project at 1:45. Not only is the whole thing frightfully boring-sounding, it's also going to cause me to miss a lot of my favorite class: creative writing. You take that pleasure away from me, and you can rest assured I will hurt someone.

Well, I better get used to losing the things I take pleasure in...pretty soon, I'm going to have to be forced to get my license and drive; that means no more bumming rides from people and generally spacing on the ride to/from places. I'm going to have to get a job and that means no more lazy days sleeping all the time and watching Top Gear. And I'm going to have to work to keep my grades up or I won't get into Western, let alone ANY of the colleges I want to go to. My cumulative GPA is so low, with my senior year GPA at 4.0, its still only 3.06...scratch that, even.

I go to check my grades, and to my horror my English teacher has updated - now, I have 2 classes out of 8 up, and my cumulative GPA is, thanks to my current D in English, 2.72. Great. That's a real confidence boost. If only there were some way to go back and fix your grades from the past 3 years...

Any one know how to build a time machine?

Short And Sweet: Weekend Update #1

This weekend, so far, has been uneventful. I should be getting in driving practice, but I am not. I should be doing homework, but I haven't even looked at my school stuff since 2:30 Friday afternoon.

All I've done is argue with my dad, break and fix a few things, peel potatoes, and sleep.

I hope the weekends of senior year to come will be more eventful. If I count Fridays after school as part of the weekend, then it was eventful. But I want the entire weekend to not be so...boring.

Fridays, I look forward to. Saturday and Sunday, I sleep. Must...stop...doing...that...

Make Life Harder Than It Already Is

To add to my already quick-filling plate, I now have to do 15 hours of community service and write two essays. No, I don't feel obliged to explain what for. If you're that insanely curious, ask. But, anyway, that's on top of the other things I've got to do, such as developing a character and memorizing lines for theatre, writing my short story for creative writing, researching colleges for English, researching the history of aquaculture, and explaining something about the impact of something for economics. Most of this, I have to do tonight.

I probably won't be getting much sleep.

And tomorrow is picture day. I'm going to look like a zombie. No worries, at least it isn't my yearbook photo. Just the photo for my ASB card. Pfff, no biggie.

Oh, and then I was stranded at school today. I was supposed to get a ride from my friend, but she had to take her mom to work - and didn't tell me until later. So I bummed around school for, like, an hour, and then ended up going back to another friend's house. Her mom took me home. And I felt bad, because I was almost late for this thing I had to go to with my dad. Ugh.

And now my stomach is roiling in protest of the fact that I refuse to eat tonight. Sigh. Am I ready for another day of school? No, I don't think so...not even a month in, and senioritis is already starting to take over...

My Alarm Was In Ninja Mode This Morning

Today started out just as my school days of old, aka most of the last 3 years of high school. I woke up fifteen minutes before I had to leave. "Bloody hell, why didn't the alarm go off!?" But me being me, I was up and dressed in less than ten minutes. I'm just used to it, I guess...

Anyway, surprisingly I was looking forward to school today, for two reasons: theatre, and creative writing. No, I wasn't disappointed, for once. Well, that might be twisting the truth. Theatre was awesome as usual, up until the point we stopped playing improv games and had to find a partner, find a scene from a play in the book, and start memorizing the lines to perform that scene. No, I do not like performing scenes from books, and no, I do not like partnering up in theatre because I generally get stuck with somebody that doesn't like me. Just like this time. Sigh.

Then we move on through the day, boring class number one and even more boring class number two (ag science and aquaculture, respectively), and finally I'm at creative writing. And the first thing Mr. Peters has us do is...doodle. Whilst listening to some weird music that I know he likes because it was presumably his iPod he was playing it from. Anywho, we doodle for two songs, then we show off the doodles. Or rather, he does, trying to figure out...double ew tee eff they are. That doesn't work. Moving on, we discuss homework and then he gives us more. And for some reason I cannot fathom, I ended up lingering around after the bell talking to him. I don't know why I do that - but I think that classroom is like a magnet for me. Odd.

The highlight of today, however, was bringing my camera and letting loose the dogs of photography upon the unsuspecting students of my school. And my friends. I took some rather, er, interesting photos, and some are more like "attempts" at photos and look more like alien blobs. I'm sorry, I didn't know those people didn't photograph well!

I'm rather glad this year is going slow to start. Last year things were already falling apart before school was even a couple months in. This year, though; this year things are going to be different, I can tell. And this year is going to be difficult, and fun all at the same time.

There's not a moment I don't look forward to, though. Bring it on.

Another Sleepless Night (more like not wanting to sleep)

As a very certain result of boredom, and blog envy, I have created this. Also, I want a fresh place to blog about my journey into true adulthood. No more LiveJournal blogging, which was just me complaining about life. No, this will have real substance. Hopefully people will find a reason to read it and keep reading it. I know I can write, and I know I can write well enough to ensnare readers and have them begging for more. Maybe I can finally do that with non-fiction.

We'll see. It's now Monday and of course, this is a school day. I would blog about the last 3 days of school, which was the beginning of senior year, but I haven't much to say.

Okay, I lie. I do have a lot to say. I'll try to keep this short as I can, since I tend to ramble. The very first day(s) of my final year of school was rather interesting. For the very first time, I am completely happy with my schedule and it does not require any changing. Interestingly, I don't like my classmates much. Only in a precious few classes. Otherwise, its all about my teachers - none of them are batty like last year's English hag.

Above all, however, I'm looking forward to my theatre class because that's where I really shine. That, and creative writing, and both have the potential to turn out amazing, or equally, devastating. I hope for my sake, not the latter.

Now, the most curious thing about this year seems to be the fact that the freshman have managed to get smaller, and they now resemble elementary schoolers rather than 9th grade hooligans. The fact they still act like elementary school kids doesn't help, either. All in all, I'm going to avoid them at all costs, excluding the (thankfully) few classes I'm forced to be around them in.

To wrap things up, this is indeed going to be an interesting year. ASB card pictures are on Thursday, then I have my actual senior yearbook photo on the 26, and sometime this spring I'll be getting my professional senior pics done. I intend to join FFA if I can, and anime club, and, schedule permitting, possibly GSA. (Gay Straight Alliance) And maybe, just maybe, I'll have a glimmer of hope at getting my license. Not likely, though, seeing as how I failed more than miserably when I tried last time. We'll find out on the 19.

But for now, I think the fancy, huge great blue thing behind me that is commonly referred to as a bed is calling my name. I must answer...