I blinked, and summer was gone.

In ten days, I return to school. Waking up at 11:51 and watching Futurama all day will soon no longer be an option. Instead of touring Canada, my family went to San Francisco this summer. We had a wonderful time, we ended up eating great Italian food, shopping, visiting the wharf, seeing the sights. You know.. All the basics.

The city was unbelievable. Culturally diverse, busy, beautiful, tall. Everyone was independent of one another, but there existed a strange sense of community at the same time. There were more art galleries and shows playing than I had seen in a long time. I was surprised that I enjoyed it so much! The city is usually really intimidating... I am sure it becomes more comforting when people fall into ruts. How can someone fall into routine in San Francisco? There was something new everyday.

I think the thing I will remember most about this summer is the freedom. I chose when to get up and what to do with my life. My brother and I went out for milkshakes at 1AM on more than one occasion! I did everything I wanted to do by not doing much at all. Everybody kind of did their own thing.. A lot of my friends visited family and were busy getting internships.. But school means reuniting season, and the weekends will be busy.

The thrill of starting a new school year is gone. I've done the "High school" thing twice before, and I am thoroughly tired of it. I had "senior-idis" back in the 8th grade.

Another year with dumb comments, pranks, and getting tripped in the hallway.

MEH, fuck 'em.

GOODNIGHT, (despite the fact that its 2:58 PM where I am), and may your dreams be less ordinary than mine.

9 Days in Counting

Nine days until I am out of school! Sweet lady freedom, I can see you now. Teachers always try to cram at the very end, and their attempts get more and more ridiculous as the years go by. Hey! I have an idea... Let's give them two projects that occupy much of their time, THEN GIVE THEM A FINAL! It's genius! They won't have a moment! They won't be able to fully prepare!
It's diabolical... it's brilliant. Psh. Teachers want you to SUCCEED. I've never heard such poppycock.

It's that time of year that I begin to just talk without thinking.. It's carelessness/apathy season. My my, the time flies.

I am quite frightened for finals! Spanish might be difficult... We just moved into speaking in the past tense, and the class seems to be struggling with it. Including myself. It's a good thing I won't be taking a foreign language next year, it's difficult.

Okay.. In NOT boring news, a lot of stuff will be going down this summer. I don't know if I already mentioned this, but I'll be touring Canada this summer, and I'll be documenting it right here on my blog.

End of the year parties, swimming in my pool again, sweet tea, sleeping until noon... Nine days feels like nine years!

I wish I had more to say.. I will write again when I do.

Goodnight, and may your dreams be less ordinary than mine. :)

Tough Week Ahead.

It's the end of the year, and that means one thing: Point projects. Projects teachers use to make or break your grade at the end of the year. That is, with the final of course. I am doing two video projects: one on the life and work of Ogden Nash, the other on Richard Nixon, the Watergate Scandal, and the Nixon Interviews. Both fascinating topics, but unfortunately, I've only finished the Nash project.
I quite like Mr. Nash. He really knows how to laugh at himself. I can admire that in anyone, really. It makes life a lot less gloomy.

My step grandfather is dying of hepatitis and some sort of cancer. I feel awful that I don't know more about it... But we were never that close. I pity him, I really do. He contracted Hepatitis from a tainted blood transfusion back in the late 80's. Pain is one of the worst kinds of suffering. The reason I bring this up is what my grandmother said to me the other day. Being the deeply religious lady that she is, she told me he was an atheist, and he feels he has nothing to look forward to, so dying is sad for him. I should think death is sad for anyone... But besides leaving your body to become part of the earth... It seems like it could be a whole new adventure. He gets to figure out the truth. But who am I to speak, I'm not dying... As far as I know. It's a messy situation... Sorry.

I see a lot of couples around me these days. I am happy for them, you know. It's summer, the air was a sharp 90 degrees today... School will be over soon. I will admit, though, that it makes me a bit sad. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to connect with a person in such a way. I've never really known that. My confidence has eroded these past few months... I shy away from eye contact or conversation with strangers. I wish I could make it stop, but it's become a nasty habit. I used to be so outgoing. I keep putting off working on it, I keep compensating, making excuses why I was justified in missing an opportunity. It's truly sad.

I'm depressing. In my blog.

Something happy...Something happy...
SUMMERS COMING ON!
I decided to take up a pet project. I want to learn the ukulele, and make movies. I won't let fear of failure or other people stop me now! Aha!
tired..
More happy later.
GOODNIGHT! And may your dreams be less ordinary than mine.

Today was a blow to my self confidence.

Wow! First post! Ok... First things first... Hi! I'm Chrissy. I am just an average person finishing her Sophomore year in High school. I am a little odd, and sometimes I struggle socially, but I like to be kind and I try to live my life. I like unique music and art. Read if you would like, I try not to be narcissistic or cruel.

Today began like any other day. I forgot to set my alarm, woke up too late, then got to school just in time for the bell to ring. I forgot to eat breakfast, and my stomach reminded me of this by letting out an unpleasant sound every TWO MINUTES.

The first class I had was Choir. Today we rehearsed vigorously, and we also auditioned several individuals for solos in our upcoming spring show. The theme is "Classic Hollywood". I don't care for it, I think it's worn out, but HEY! I don't make the rules. So anyway, I tried out for one of the solos and sang few bars in Dolly Parton's "Nine to Five". I feel I did well melodically, but unfortunately I am not the greatest "Pop singer" in the world. I was also surprisingly scared, even though I shouldn't be. I've known my choir friends for at least two years now. Unfortunately, I was never trained to sing with a "Pop" kind of voice, I was trained to sing classically. I am always too timid to venture into the "pop sound" in fear that I will do a ghastly job. I let the next audition pass me up, a solo for a Carrie Underwood medley, which was probably a bad idea, but I let it go. (Never been much of an Underwood fan, really.)

Following Choir was English. Today was one of the most interesting days I've had in that class! We are in the midst of our Poetry Unit, so we have been delving into the dangerous waters self exploration. Today was "Love Day". My luck. What do I know of love? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Well... Nothing that can actually be considered love. Despite this, we read two poems just filled with affection and love. Emotions were oozing from every page, every sentence, every word. As graceful as it was, I have to say, it was borderline disgusting. Then we were asked to analyze the two pieces. They both contained very simple concepts, one was about how love can sometimes be too passionate and fiery, and one can be seriously hurt if reckless. The other was about this man who got into a Taxi, and he spoke of the physical pain he experiences when he is away from his 'significant other'. I don't like to admit it, but both were quite moving. More so, due to the fact that I couldn't relate at all to what they were talking about. Despite this, the word choice was so powerful, for a second there, I felt like I did.
The man in the first poem told his love interest that he never imagined himself ending up with someone like her. She was a total shock to him, and he seemed to want to "do things right this time". I could only hope to have the loves described in these poems. Ugh, let's move away from this subject

In 6th period, (the last class of the day), we watched the movie "Thirteen Days", about the two weeks of intense relations between the Soviet Union and the United States regarding the missile sites that were being constructed in Cuba. This gave the USSR a large advantage over the United States in a time of war, so generally, JFK and the US had to demand their removal.
I quite enjoyed the film, to be honest. The rest of my class, sadly, didn't share my enthusiasm... I have always loved documentaries as well as political thrillers the most. The kids in my class don't seem to want to understand politics or world news the way I do. But that's a story for another day.

I was so tired when I got home, I nearly crashed on the floor while watching some TV. The kids at school... They exhaust you. It takes all my energy to put up with it all...Thank god it's Friday, I just don't think I could have made it another day without rest. It's the end of the year and I'm restless.. Oh How out of the ordinary.

Well, sleep tight. I hope your dreams are less ordinary than mine.