First Week

This was my first week of the first semester. It's hard to explain, so I'm resorting to bullets. I love me some bullets.

• Commercial Art is cool. Really really cool. I should be finding logo examples right now.
• Civics is pretty easy. It seems like nobody ever talks, which is sad. Also, half of what we're talking about in Civics is stuff we've talked about in Euro.
• Totally not fair: We are all supposed to do a little research on a governmental philosopher for civics. One of my friends who's in Civics and Euro was assigned Rousseau. He was Rousseau for this activity we did in Euro, the Enlightenment Salon. I got Plato. I was Joseph II for the Enlightenment Salon. This means that he doesn't really have to do anything for Civics.
• Biology isn't that exciting. We're learning about cells. I could care less about cells.
  At least I know some people in that class.
• Having Euro fourth block is probably one of the weirdest things in the world. Seriously, I keep expecting to go to lunch in the middle of class, but the bell never rings. I have A lunch now. I am not hungry at 10:18.
• QUIZBOWL!!!! We're going to a turnoment in Indiana this weekend. I am so so so excited. Did I tell you that my team got fourth place last weekend? And the other JV team got first? It's really exciting. Really really exciting.
• I need to pack for tomorrow, do my Euro, do Bio, and probably write something.
• The January novel thing was a complete and total failure. I have, like, 2,000 words. That is really sad.
• Also, Stock Adviser.

Freaky

When two things that you like, but seem completely unrelated intersect.
You know about the tiny houses? I love tiny houses! They're all cute and efficient and awesome. I blogged about this a while ago.
You know about architecture and design and my growing obsession with them.
You know that I'm in Euro, right? And I think it's super interesting and everything?
Check this out.
I think this is going to be my connection to present. Yay!

For Reals...

WikiSummary is possibly the most useful site ever for Quiz Bowl.

I need you

I just wrote this line.
"It was something that’s so perfectly imperfect that you’re only going to see it once."
Does that sound stupid? Or does it sound okay?
I have a ridiculous hope that I will finish this novel. The rational part of me says that there's no way it's happening.
You all know which one I'm following.

For reals

You know what today is, right?
I'm excited. Super excited.
I hope he does a good job.
Yay!

Half Happy? Maybe 3/4?

This house is so pretty, and I like this desk. Just thought you'd like to know.
It is very cold here. That's why we had the snow day. There wasn't much snow, but it was -11, probably too cold for the buses to start.
I'm almost finished with my math. You have no idea how happy this makes me. This means that after the final, I don't have to think about any of this crap for at least seven months. SEVEN MONTHS.
I would be screaming about how glorious this is, but I have an assignment from a few weeks ago that I haven't done because it is made up of impossible. This could be why I didn't do it in the first place.

Yay!

We have a snow day. This is wildly awesome.
I think I am going to go back to bed now. Because it is truly too early for thinking. Then I will do homework.
Superfun.

It's sort of funny

Gustavus
Okay, it was funny when I clicked and saw the title. I read the thing, and it wasn't really all that funny. Maybe it isn't worth clicking at all.
But it made me laugh, and that counts for something.

It's Disappointing

I'm trying to keep the It's trend going for as long as possible.
You ever have one of those days that just feels like "Blurgh. Blah." Yes. Today is one of those days. Because I'm a procrastinator, let's make a list. Who doesn't love a list?

Things I thought about at lunch

• Time machines and unexisting yourself
• How hilariously awesome it would be to have a Delorean. I believe I have blogged about this before.
• How to overthrow the dictatorship of Euro
• Who I am and who I want to be.
• Why I really should be in charge of the big 3 and/or the state of Alaska
• Oh. I have to make a video today.
  

Clearly, three of these rise to a new level of interesting that is worthy of writing about.
One thing that thoroughly complicates time travel is the fact that you have a very large possibility of unexisting yourself. This would be the unwanted outcome, unless you had a suicide wish, but didn't want to hurt your friends and family. In that case, it might work well. If we were using the timeturner method of time travel, then unexisting yourself would be utterly impossible, because it would have already happened, you wouldn't exist in the first place.
Time travel is pretty cool.
I've been thinking of overthrowing Euro for a while now. The real problem with this is when. I don't think that the teacher would really appreciate us using all our knowledge of various government types against her, but it would be so fun. I would say that we should do it after the AP test, but she still has control over all of our grades...so...that may be bad if she took it the wrong way.
Who I am and who I want to be is something that I think about a lot. A lot as in...all the freeking time. I think it's a topic worthy of about ten blog posts, so you may be seeing more of it in the future. I want to be responsible. I want to be smart.
The real problem is that I can't find my way from point A to point B.

It's like

333...Half of 666...Funness.
Three things I like

• Having a heat duct under my desk
  
• All the books I'm reading
• Snow!!!!

Three things I don't like

• Gold sheets
• Math homework
• Farm subsidies

Three things I want to do

• Write 10000 words on my novel
• My final project for RW
• Finish all this crap and not go to school for another month.
  

It's me

I'm back. I think this recent posting drought may be the longest I have gone without posting something. That's a little sad, considering I didn't do much of anything. I've been feeling really overwhelmed lately, but I have no idea why.
You know me better than a lot of people who know me in the sense that they see me on a regular basis, that they talk to me. I kind of think of this blog as what would happen if you stuck a camera in my head and took some random shots. I write what comes to my mind, what bugs me, what freaks me out, whatever.
Is it sad that I tell more on here than I do to people I actually...know?