Not Stressed

This time of year is when most people are stressed out with all the finals they have. Usually I am too. And now I am scared. And relieved. I don't have that much stress! Yes, I have the worry about my grade, but it's weird feeling not as stressed as usual. Everyone I know around me has some sort of stress for their classes and the one class that I COULD be stressing about isn't all that bad. I have a test and it's on a concept that I am pretty stable in. So yeah, I am just happy that I am not that stressed because I usually am.

Ants

I hate ants with a passion. I swear, no matter how many of them I kill, they always seem to multiply out of thin air and attack me. It's gross and it's starting to make me paranoid.

Here's how my day went:
3:15 Oh f#$^@$%&@#$%^. Gotta read 11 more chapters of Catcher in the Rye. Actually, it was a lot better than expected:). I actually kinda like the book.
5 Naptime!
6 Bleh, another school day
6:45 Go to put on my shoes to find a MASSIVE LINE OF ANTS ALL OVER MY SHOE. Spent about 15 minutes figuring out if I should leave it or deal with it when I come home.
7:15 My sister couldn't go to school because she's sick and someone has to watch her, so lucky me:).
7:20-now Dealing with the ants. I don't know why, but there are sooooo many of them in my room. I know my room isn't the nicest place, but jeez, these ants need to relocate.

I kinda regret not going to school because of the debate in Pereira's class. I really wanted to tell off Kaitlyn about something she said earlier that I had to shake my head at. I even had my facts and all that. Pretty impressive for me.

Anyways, because of the ants, I haven't really done much except make my sister take her medicine and all that. It's cold outside.

I Wonder If Rapunzel Had This Problem

As all of you may know, my hair is long. Very long. I haven't cut it since before freshman year and next year is the year it'll all go away. I'm cutting it! Yay. I still have a while, but I'm so excited.

I'm particularly excited because whenever I brush my hair, about 30 stands come flying out. It's quite horrible. I'm losing most of my hair! That, and I get so many tangles throughout the day that I wonder how many tangles Rapunzel would've had if she were real. My carpet. Oh, my poor carpet! I kinda just slide the hairs that come out onto the floor, thinking I'll pick them up later, but eventually forget. Does anybody else deal with this?

WANTED: art-worthy subject. I keep telling people that I need a striking picture (one with lots of emotion and the background has to go with the the focus) (that's technically theirs) that I can use to draw for a contest/fun. I don't think I'm really gonna enter the contest on the basis that it costs like $50 to enter, but I do enjoy drawing, and I want something to keep me busy if I ever find free time.

Is this the last week before the "winter" break? I hope it is. So close!

PICNIC CLUB:  I hate using the blog for this, but there's a picnic on Wednesday, the 19th I think, in Hurrianko's room at lunch/plus. Please bring what you can. Tell your friends! Tell your friends to tell their friends! It's so last minute, but endure!

The Most Horrible Thing I've Ever Heard

I can't even to begin to understand how someone could walk into an elementary school and kill children and teachers.  How can someone be so coldhearted that they would think that it was logical or something that they should do? 

These shootings make me realize how lucky I am to have a safe place to live, and a family that loves me and will protect me. I have a whole new appreciation for family and friends.

 My heart goes out to all who have been affected by this terrible tragedy and they are all in my prayers.

Surreality

There are no words to express how true my sorrow is for the families that have lost a member of their family today in Connecticut. If you haven't heard, there was a shooting at an elementary school. An ELEMENTARY school. What kind of sick person kills a bunch of innocent children?

I've heard several tidbits of the story. Last I heard, one of the shooters was shot. Last I heard, 27 were pronounced dead. It's hard for anybody to wrap their minds around it. The teachers that heard or read about it were taken aback. I know I was.

I know I say that I don't like children. However, there's not a doubt in my mind that they should die. Their lives, cut short, by two men.... How anybody can do such a thing, I can't tell you. I can't tell you why they would do it, not that it matters because it doesn't change the fact that teachers and students were killed.

The shooter was 20 years old. Barely an adult. Not even.

I'm still in shock, honestly. If I were a parent, I couldn't even begin to think of what I'd say or think or feel. My heart goes out to all of them, for their lives will never be the same.

I know that this story does not necessarily pertain to me and my life, but I can't ignore such a thing. How could anyone?

I'm sorry such a thing happens. I wish the best.

Oh Blogging

Blogging. What a wonderful thing to do. Whether its when you procrastinate, have some free time (yeah right), or just because your bored, Blogging will always be there.
Now I know some people have it way worse than I do, with the 4+ advanced classes, honors, or AP work, but I have numerous tests next week. 5 to be exact. :P I hope my teachers don't assign anymore of them. I don't understand how that, even though they need to cram all this information into our brains before the semester ends, that us students will be able to pass every single one of them. I do not know how thats even possible. This week and the following week will is the worst yet for most RHS students, as far as I'm concerned of. Hopefully we can get through all the madness.

End Of The World? No, But Definitely The End Of Keys

I had something very troubling happen two weeks ago. I was getting ready to watch some show on Hulu and I was cozied up with some food, cookies, and milk next to me. As I prepared myself to relax, I pick up my glass of milk to stupidly drop it on my laptop. Joyous! My initial reaction: F#@^%$&$#!&$^(#$%^&@$%*$^&(#%&@$*$%^*% NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! That can't happen! My beloved laptop that has all my newest essays and old essays and stuff on it! So I grabbed the closest thing to me which happened to be a shirt that I just got out of the laundry and ruined it by cleaning up the milk. I was relieved because there was barely and milk on the keyboard and I flipped my computer upside down and cleaned the rest of the milk. I read to turn off the computer and leave it there so the liquid can dry and whatnot that liquid does, but alas, I couldn't stay away because I had an essay due the day after I spilled milk. After that, though, I left it alone. Now, my keys are forever broken and I am forever displeased with the computer. I feel like my keyboard just abandoned me. I didn't even spill that much on it. I swear I'm going to start singing "Baby come back!" to my keys, it's not the same when the letters like n, t, f, c, etc. aren't working. I figured, it's chill if the keys don't work because there's a computer in the living room. To my dismay, I find that nothing will make that computer work. I swear everything is on, but the keyboard for that and the mouse don't do anything. I. I am displeased. I'm sorry keyboard! Come back to me. Become a zombie, work again, d#%^ you! If Santa's real, then get me a new keyboard or laptop! I can't live without my keys!