NISAS (Not In Such A Sunny Mood)
Mood: A Little Odd
Listening to: The Vines
Posted November 23, 2005
Have you ever believe ne of the ppl who claim that aliens came and conointered them onto their spaceship, to be blasted off to foreign galaxies for the ppl to have their brains poked at? Usually, we don't hear from the ppl who have this happen to them, but hey, there is the lucky person who makes it back to good ole Earth to tell us about his (no doubt) life-changing experience. Perhaps you've never had this happen to you; and maybe you're one of the critics who doesn't believe the survivors, claiming that these "victims" need intense drug therapy and multiple shrinks. Perhaps a bedroom with padded walls. I personally don't blame you for thinking such things. I think the same. Ah, but my writing life has escaped me. The aliens came and took my lovely writing life away. I haven't written a letter to any of my family members in five months (and that's heartbreaking for me to think about, b/c I used to be so good at it); I haven't blogged in over a month. What has happened to my ability? Did my Muse find another, more worthy and less busy person to inspire? That's what I'm thinking. All that's left of my Muse now is a tired, abused secretary whose sole ability is cranking out papers for school. Current events pieces, ORQs for German, DBQs for World Civ, paper-after-paper-after-paper for English. And yet my Muse tires out at that even. I scored 68 out of 100 on my editorial for English, which is down right pathetic. I do not get D's in English. It's unheard of. It's ghastly. My parents haven't seen my grades, and thank God that we graduated from having to get our report cards and crap signed, b/c that would be spelling my doom currently. NOT that I'm not already in rather hot water; I suffered through detention today for the first time ever. I've been to ISAP (in-school suspension type of stuff) b4, and thank goodness my parents didn't find out about that, but you need a ride from detention. So...I wasted a perfectly good reading hour in detention, passing notes with some delinquent chick. Yeah, you might be wondering what landed me in detention; it was something so random, so stupid. Not wearing a belt with my uniform. "Oh my God, you didn't wear a belt with your pants (that fit you like an old glove)?!? Do you know what a crime that is?!? It's thanks to criminal kids like you that students are provoked of privileges; kids like you that commit horrible acts of insubordination. Detention!" The pathetic thing is, those words were actually spoken. Not quite like that, it was phrased a lil differently, but I was actually told that it was thanks to delinquents like myself that privileges are provoked, even tho it was my first time doing nething like this at Seneca (the ISAP day happened at Moore; so! Different story).
So, what has been happening to me? Good stuff. I raised my grade in Geometry to a B-, which is excellent. It took me six weeks worth of headaches to do it, so yeah! Good stuff, lol. AP World Civ is going great. I'm proud of myself for how I'm doing in that class. FFA is going to shit, but when has it NOT been going to shit?? Next week is Business Week or something in Ag., and there's a field trip for that on Friday (jubilation at getting out of school). Four-day weekend for Thanksgiving, that's pretty good, and I'm getting A Perfect Circle's "Thirteenth Step" burned for me (gobsmacked at admitting my crimes online, aren't ya?), so this week I celebrated for kick-ass acoustics. Everyone's been really nice to me lately, I don't know if I'm appreciating that enough. But now in Geometry, I'm the odd duck out in the lil group I hang with. Everyone's paired off for me, the girl that skipped first base for second, the girl that just does not get many boyfriends. I feel odd. Like the ugly duckling. I dunno. So now I'm playing Single-Girl-Scouting-for-Boyfriend, a few steps down from Single-Woman-Scouting-for-Husband, but the same in demands. Ugh. I feel like my mother! It's a lil early for that feeling! Yet she had the same social problems as me--gagging at that thot. And then she married for alcoholic-bastard father, and now where is she?!? A single mother with two teen girls. Yay. Maybe I'm just not in the happiest of moods, comparing myself to my mother. Oh well. But hey, tomorrow's Turkey Day, and I'm happy for that.
Cheers! StarrGurl
