Don't you wish you were British?

Posted September 20, 2005

Okay. Yeah. Right now, I'm not in the greatest of moods, just having checked up on Peter's blog. Diary of an Anarchist. No longer on the My Favourites list, so there you go, you can imagine what became of that. I'm sorry that I ever got involved between him and Kt. Apparently, I had my head in a bucket of shit or something, and I totally missed the risk of what I was getting into. So freakin' sorry. And what am I supposed to say? It wasn't very nice, and I'll never do it again? Haha, that's funny. Hilarious. I apologize to all offended parties, bus companies, and to any monkeys who had their feelings hurt during this time of realization. Hope that puts a Band-Aid on ne injuries for now, and that it sticks some duct tape on mouths that like to run a lot of curses and misspellings (and you know who you are).

This is funny. I'm trying to apologize, but I can't help but being a smart aleck about it. Because these ppl have severely annoyed me. That's all I have to say on my feelings. Ha. Severly annoyed. I guess I would put it angry down, but then I would get a really stupid comment from certain parties (again, you are labeled and you know who you are, and there is no need for other ppl to be under your titles) saying, "Sorry, BITCH, that we've made you mad." Blahblahblah. Not interested. Not in the slightest. Do these ppl have nothing better to do then to cuss others out? I know, this is coming from a person who does some moderate cussing, and some defenite poddy-mouthing when upset, but at least I don't waste my time cussing out a chick (who doesn't know you in the slightest) who made a comment on you. It was all very stupid, that's for sure. I guess if you feel strongly enough, then you can take the time to do anything. But isn't that what terroists are all about? So obsessed with Allah, and convinced that Christians are bad, that they devote their lives to commit the biggest blow against their enemy as they can? I don't know. I really shouldn't bring the war into the issue. It would be inviting more of the stupid comments cussing me out. And I don't feel like being injured emotionally again and again and again.

I hope that for the rest of you, I haven't given you a false image of myself. I'm an okay (at the very least) person for the most part. I just got involved in something I shouldn't of. I feel bad about it. I shouldn't have involved myself. I try to keep things as general as possible, while still providing something that ppl will enjoy reading on their blogs. And I crossed the wrong line. So, if you're visitng this blog for the first time, come back another time, for now, I'm all caught up in a conspiracy. Special thanks and hugs to henry and even to shellbug773. Distant hugs, of course, granted that I'm not offending anyone.

A very distant, emotionless, and bland kudos, StarrGurl

Mood: Blah!
Listening to: Taproot

Posted September 20, 2005

Whoot, only two days until I finally turn 15. I can stop lagging behind everyone in my grade in age--everyone's 15 or above! 15 is actually young compared to rest of the class of 2008. Or according to one of my friends, whom I call Geezer. Imagine why. Things have been cool for my birfday so far. I've gotten away with a lot lately, tho I can't imagine why. Thursday was Blackacre. That was a lot of fun. I wasn't expecting nething to happen, and nothing did, but my parents went bananas when they found out I took a walk in the woods with Brad and Jeff. But nothing happened--they're just being seriously anal retentive. See, they were under the illusion that I would be at the Blackacre Nature Preserve with a few other FFA kids, under the constant supervision of Mr. Suttles (my Ag. teacher) and Ms. Ridings. It didn't exactly happen. I got really bored quickly, and since it was just Brad and Jeff there, we decided to do some other things. Thank goodness, the Parentals didn't find out that I was in a barn alone with Brad and Jeff--they prolly would've moved me out of Seneca. Okay. So in the barn, we played dodgeball with sum free stress balls that we're being given out at the main event (a presentation to teachers about how you can use Ag. in classrooms; it was dead-boring), and I tried to wrestle Brad's water bottle out of his hands. We were in the loft. And the walk in the woods was bullshit. Brad and Jeff had left the Preserve temp. to go get their fishing poles from Jeff's house. Dandy. I called them after a lil bit, and found out they were on their way. I decided to meet them at the pond where they were fishing. As I was leaving, Ms. Ridings asked if I wanted a map, and me, being all foresty-yeah-I'm-a-hiker-and-I-won't-need-a-map self, declined. So I walked along one path for a while, then decided to back track and try another, then I did  a lil bit of sum off-road walking. I was never lost technically, I just had no idea where my destination was. So I hooked up to the path again, and walked down it for about half a mile, to where the path split three ways. I stared at the sign that signified the end of the property, and hearing gun shots, decided that my best course of action was to just forget finding the pond, and use the path to get back to the main event. As I was getting off the path (not too far from the main path), Brad and Jeff came walking up. It was bull. They were empty-handed, and it turned out that you couldn't fish on a nature preserve w/o having a $500 fine attached to it. So that's when the walk happened. I mentioned to the parentals that I had been hiking in the woods, and they asked, "Who?" Choosing not to lie, I said, "Brad and Jeff." And that's when they went ape shit. Loverly, let me tell you. It pissed me off. Tomorrow night (from then), I was supposed to be going to the Seneca vs. Ballard football game (at Ballard) with my friend Lindsay, and my mom was insisting on going. I kept telling her that it was me Lindsay invited, not me and my mum. I had an overreaction. I just had had enough of their stupid shit about FFA and the walk in the woods, and I burst out crying. I called a close friend of mine, and generally calmed down. It was traumatic. And I'm glad that night's through.

Sorry. Don't feel like blogging nemore. Kinda bored...Cheers! StarrGurl

Mood: Hungry!
Listening to: The A/C

Posted August 31, 2005

You guys are so sweet sumtimes. I wish I could be on Blogigo more sumtimes, but it isn't feasible. No, it isn't that I'm Internet retardant, b/c I'm online nearly every day. But the whole purpose of me keeping a blog was so I could have a sort of diary, and it not be read by my parent's eyes. Let me tell you, my parents would hardly approve of the sort of stuff I do at school, and all the cussing I get away with on here. It's extremely nice to be making friends in the bargain, and I'm sorry that I'm not on here more. The only reason I'm on here at all is b/c when I visit the library and feel like venting, I get on the public computers that bear no records of past doings, and get away with it. I guess you could go ahead and smack my hand. Bad StarrGurl. Defying your parents and being sneaky like that, plus all the crap you do at school. But what is that if not having a bit of fun?

I wish I could have more time to talk to everyone and blog more. I never get down everything I want to remember. Oftentimes, all I put down is the mindless stuff. Haha, guess you'll just have to get used to it. School has been OK, I suppose. This year, I'm upping two of my classes from Honors to Advanced, which is really cool. I received a letter in the mail about being in Advanced classes, and I'll be getting tested for the third time since I started school to see if I can get in the Advanced program. Their tests always manage to blow me away, however. And I really don't want to take Advanced Geometry, when I'm already scoring a D in the class below it, Honors. The third week into school and I'm already scoring a D...How did that happen? It all draws down to two things. One--I never seem to be able to get the right teaching. My teachers are distracted, and the lessons never fully sink in, so when homework or test time rolls around, there are holes in my knowledge of how to do the work. (Speaking of homework...I have some right now I really need to be working on...But oh well. Being at the library means no supervision, and I've already worked on that stupid English project, so there! ) Believe me or don't believe, it matters not to StarrGurl, but I've also had to take four years of tutoring just to pass my stupid math classes; b/c next to having the holes-in-knowledge, I've got sum sort of crazy block in my mind when it comes to math, so says Mum. It's crazy. And it makes me feel so stupid...But next to that unhappy subject, I'm adjusting well to my other classes. Since my old Ag. teacher left, I thot it'd be really difficult to adjust to my new teacher, who I thot at first was lacking in personality, friendliness, and the ability to talk. But I was proven wrong on all scores. He does have a personality, even if it's watered down and not as loud as Mr. Stephens' had been, and he is friendly, it just takes him a while to warm up; and last, he can talk, b/c he lectures us daily and it's like watching dominoes fall as my classmates' head go down. But today, they got the boot in the arse with a pop quiz given by Mr. Suttles, so ha! to them. FFA will hopefully become more successful this year, as I have more say in it.

FFA has actually not been going so well. Mr. Suttles is going to be a good advisor, hopefully, and Brad will make a good president. Choosing officers has already been proving difficult, tho. Our members are precious to our chapter, b/c they're in such short supply. So even tho one of our members is now being homeschooled, we're welcoming her back as fast as we can. Not only do we want her to be a member; we want her to be an officer. And that's where the controversy begins. Remember I said that Brad was our president? Well, he has half the say in who gets to be what officer, and the other half is Mr. Suttles. Mr. Suttles doesn't know many ppl yet at our school, so Brad has been calling most of the shots. One of the things I've noticed is that Brad appears to be playing favorites. His best friend is now our vice president, and he wanted to make that girl that is now being homeschooled the secretary (the 3rd-highest position of power). This girl happens to be his old crush, flame, current whore, whatever name you want. It's difficult not to be jealous of her. Her father has money out the arse currently, and this girl has everything I ever dreamed of wanting. An active show career, talents at riding, at least 15 good-quality horses, she's pretty, and she's gotten everything she ever wanted. One of my other friends wanted to be secretary next to this girl. So when Brad said he wanted the rich girl to be secretary, my friend and I spoke out about it. I helped her out in getting the job she wanted. We argued that the rich girl didn't have to be secretary; that there are three other positions to be filled. That the rich girl technically shouldn't be an officer, b/c she doesn't go to Seneca and her schedule is swallowed by the show season. On and on and on. I told Lindsay to argue to Mr. Suttles; that he has the hand of power in what goes on in the officer category next to Brad. So she did. And Mr. Suttles called the State Chapter, talked to a few people, and decided the rich girl seriously couldn't be an officer, b/c she wasn't enrolled in the required Ag. class. So my friend is now getting the job. But I called Brad to make sure about it, and Brad made me feel guilty about helping my friend out and throwing a "bitch fit about it." He said that if we had come up to him calmly and we discussed it, there wouldn't have been ne hard feelings. Brad said he just wanted to keep the rich girl involved, since she doesn't go to Seneca nemore. So basically, I helped out my friend, but I got my fingers burned as well; kind of a black mark on my name in Brad's book. I dunno. The only thing you get when you play with fire is burned fingers, I've decided, and it's pretty true. So now all I have to learn is to keep the hands away from the fire. The funny thing about the situation above is that I can't even be an officer, thanx to the Parentals. But I if could've been, I most definitely would've wanted the secretary job. It's the one I wanted last year. Why does that feel so unsettling in this situation?

There are, of course, other things going on right now, but I'm hungry and duh, the homework awaits. Homework is so dull w/o ne music to pass the time and break the monotony. I'm sorry if you won't get this Henry, and my good friend Sly_Pixie, but I really miss you guys and I wish I wasn't on a time limit so I could leave a message for you two. I just hope you get this. Cheers!