"Sorry Hunny It's Thursday", and Hy-Vee!

Every single Thursday I can always hear Mr. Olsen's joke about T.G.I.F. (thank goodness it's Friday) and S.H.I.T (sorry hunny it's Thursday). I still always find myself grinning when I hear the joke about that waitress and I think that's going to be something that sticks out in my mind for quite a while. Those of you that are in my Intro to Psychology class surely remember his "bad joke Wednesday" and how that one got most of our class to chuckle. :)
Oh and Hy-Vee! So I officially start my first day of work this Saturday even though I've been hired since this past Tuesday, makes sense right? Not really. Anyways, I have my last two hours of training and then get to work a little while, too. Hopefully it's not that busy and I don't make a complete fool of myself even though I find that very hard to do since all my job is to be a consumer clerk. Yet, the nerves still always tend to bite me right in the back. So, I hope that I do well.

Nothing really else to blog about since today has been uneventful.

Love, catch-up, and other things.

• So as must of you already know, Brooklynn has been sick since this past Friday. Which makes it be six days total of her being in nothing but agony. I've been visiting her every moment I'm available and she'll go from looking better to ten times worse. I'm worried about her, but there really isn't much I can do other than just comfort her and hope that she feels better soon. I'm just hoping she'll be better by the weekend so I can get her out of her house and have her around society again, because I'm sure her friends miss her but have been too afraid to enter her home at risk to catching what she has.
• Playing catch-up is always fun, too. Especially when it comes to your Algebra II class where you NEED to do well to pass and have a successful future. My grade in there isn't very high because we keep going into more complicated and in-depth lessons so by the time I start to barely grasp the one she's taught us on Monday we're already on the two lessons past by Friday. I go in for help, but it isn't really cutting it. And I understand too much to be put back into the Geometry class, so here I am left. I have assignments that need to be turned in but I just can't get myself to get them done. So I'm hoping that I can sit myself down and force myself to just get it over with tonight so I can turn them all in before midterms. I'm sure she would rather have them turned in late than never; especially because I know she knows that I want to do well and I'm just having difficulty understanding.
• Finally, the other things... that's kind of an open-ended subject to speak about, but I guess I can of needed a random space to just speak. I'm stressed out and flustered about the classes that are asking a lot from me. Which in all reality the only class that is doing that is math, and I only think that because I don't completely understand it. my 1 - 7th period classes are the classes that I completely understand and can focus on without ever getting distracted. Part of that may be the teachers; others may be the work or the subject matter - but either way I'm getting it done and my grades are beyond acceptable. It's really only my 8th period that I'm worried over failing. I did awful at the end of my first semester; which is sad. Meeerrp! I just need to get my act together and suck things up. Maybe if I had an activity to focus on that would help even everything else out; because it would get out all of my stress and leave me feeling inspired to finish things. Like when I did plays last year, those helped. But I've sort of given up on doing those this year because things are out of my control. Which I honestly can't even complain about them because in reality nothing will change. No matter what I say or try to do. I'm just mini-annoyed.

I love Shakespeare (my 4th period class, I mean)

It's wonderful. We have a class where everyone is friends and get's along, basically and an amazing teacher to just adds to the mood. We're currently reading Othello by William Shakespeare and I must say that reading it for the third time isn't that bad of a time. I don't think I'd enjoy the class if I had a different teacher just because she's so passionate about teaching us and having us really understand what we're reading in there. Along with my best friend and my girlfriend are in that class with me, which just adds more to the "pros" list. I don't really know why I decided to blog about my 4th period class, but I assume it's because I just finished reading Act 4 Scene 1 of Othello before this class period began...

My poem for creative writing class:

Smiles on the outside, that always fools them.
Laughter and joy is what feeds them;
Lies.
Their faces burn into my skull.
My memory prays for them all to be erased;
Gone.
So why is it not that easy?
Why doesn't anything work out how I want?
Maybe if I keep praying it will all change,
Because I've been needing it to;
Change.

Yeah, I kinda quick-wrote that. That seems to be the only time I can get poems or anything else out, is when I press myself for time and get inspiration. I think that's why I wait so long to turn in papers and such for English. Because it takes me forever to be inspired.

So completely stressed.

Today is going to really be pressed for time. I have to start work at a new job at 3 which means be there early so I wont look like a jerk for being late or right on time. I also have to rush from the school to my sisters to school to home to change and eat before I spend four hours at Hy-vee. Awesome. I have a math test to make up right after school, I almost feel like just not going and doing it first thing monday morning but the longer I put it off the worse I look to my math teacher. She's been very understanding and kind with giving me so much time and effort to fix my grade for first semester. And that's why I'm trying so hard now in her class so that it looks like I care about math; I don't, but I do want to pass. I also need to organize all my things so that when Brooklynn see's our locker monday she wont freaaaak out from what it is right now. I have a giant recycle pile at the bottom of our locker, really it's crazy how much paper is stacked up down there. :p I get my final paycheck from WRA today as well, except my dad is going and getting that for me so I don't have to deal with the employers anymore. I wont speak badly of them because it's disrespectful and it never looks good to speak lowly of previous employers, but I will NEVER go back there; even if they were willing to take what they paid me by five. I just need to get my act together and to get things in order; because I really don't want to take how I feel out on anyone else, and if the stress continues to rise I just might.

Teachers dance?

I have to say that my old AP Biology teacher, Jackson, was my favorite. She kiiiillled it, along with Mr. N and his "no practice" moves. Hahahah, it was hilarious to watch most of the other teachers, too. But I gotta say that Jackson had it for me and I wish she'd be more involved with art programs that include dance; maybe theatre. She's a very creative and unique person and I think she'd be good at it. :) I can't wait to see the next teacher dance at the next pep-rally though. I hope they choose the same people or keep most of them the same because they were all great, and you did wonderful too Rowse!  My group and I all kept looking back at you because you were killing it too. (:

Confusion and happiness all in one.

So today is my anniversary with my girlfriend, Brooklynn. Kind of happy to actually be having those with her on a regular basis again. Our break-up was a mess and we both changed but we've leveled ourselves and become much happier people again. We no longer bring each other down, but bring each other up and try to encourage the other one through everything no matter how hard the task it is, let alone how impossible it could be. So we've decided to subtract out the time we were apart and just add on to how long we dated the first time, which makes today; November 18th, 2011, 8 months that we've been dating. Crazy that it's been that long and that we just met last October. I'm hoping that things work out better this time and that people get off our backs about their opinions on our relationship. It's not that we don't love you (if you're either of our friends) but it's just annoying to always hear people putting inputs in on things they really have no idea about.

Quest of the Frozen Village.

Long ago, in a town long forgotten, lived a man and his wife. The man was tall and built to fend off anyone who came too close to him, and his wife who was so elegant with her golden silk hair and fair blue eyes; were a couple that looked of the Gods. The man loved his wife ever so much and would have done anything for her, but one day, an evil sorcerer came to him asking for his wife’s first born child. The man refused, knowing that if their child was taken it would destroy his wife inside; leaving the wizard no other choice than to curse him. All their crops and animals slowly started to die, with their family pet being the next to go, but none of that bothered him as much as when his wife fell ill. She was just a little shy of being 8 months pregnant and in fear of losing the child he went back to the evil sorcerer, hoping for another chance. The sorcerer told him that he would save their child in exchange for one thing, his beloved wife. He refused and in result his wife died giving birth to their son, Aspen. He was named for his snow white hair and fair skin by his mother; therefore, soon after the man died of a broken heart without having his wife and Aspen was left alone. Without his parents it was up to his guardian Jaymus, the village’s most respected wizard, to take care of the small child and that is where it all began.

          Many years later, Aspen had grown into young adulthood. Still with his snow white hair and his turquoise eyes, he was pursued by many of the young maidens in the village; he was a spitting image of his mother.  But by the guidelines that Jaymus, he wasn’t allowed to spend time looking for a bride. Jaymus had told Aspen that great things will come of him if he follow the rules that he is given. He was to never leave his village, nor go out past nightfall, and most importantly he was never to tell the story of his parents to anyone. Even though Aspen had no idea who his parents were, he had the story of his birth memorized. He had always wondered the reason why he wasn’t allowed to speak of the tale to anyone but he followed Jaymus’ rules regardless.

Meh, I don't even know why I start to write any stories because I can never get myself to finish them.

How Earthquakes Came To Be: The Story of Poseidon and Perseus.

Long ago in ancient Greece there was a story long forgotten by man. The one tale of Poseidon and his marvelous son, Perseus. Although Perseus was a demigod, he had strength and courage worthy of all the other Gods that came before him. His father, Poseidon, watched after him carefully as he grew up with his human mother, Danae, in a crystal ball under the sea. Many years came and passed as he could do nothing but sit and watch his son grow. Finally, his eighteenth birthday came around and it was the time for Perseus to choose his destiny. Hermes, messenger of  the Gods, set out to aware Perseus that he can choose to  become immortal and live with his father; soon to over-take his thrown as ruler of the seven seas; or to stay with his mother for the rest of his mortal life. Perseus gave the offer a lot of thought and asked if he could spend time with his father to see if that was the option he would like to decide. Hermes agreed and carried young Perseus to his father’s wondrous castle deep below the oceans surface. Poseidon, thrilled to be spending time with his son for the first time since he was born, showed Perseus around Atlantis and told him all the wonders of being immortal and among the Gods. After spending practically the entire day with his father, Perseus had made his choice. He was brought to Olympus to stand before Zeus and make his final choice. On one side of Zeus stood his mother, Danae; the other side held his father, Poseidon. He looked back and forth to them both and after a while of great silence he took four steps towards the left and into his mother’s arms, making his decision final. Zeus rid Perseus of all of his immortal strengths and cast him back to Earth; never to see or hear from Poseidon again. Heartbroken, Poseidon cast a rage and returned to Atlantis seeing nothing but red from his crystal blue eyes. He sat in his thrown and smashed his trident against the ocean floor causing the Earth to shake and the world to crack. Now every time that Poseidon ever thinks of his son Perseus he repeats the violent act, especially when his son’s birthday passes.

The nerves are kicking in.

I went for a job interview Saturday morning and they told me that I would recieve a call by tonight on  rather I had gotten the job or not. They haven't called today but my family is close with the employers there... meh. My parents told me that I'll be getting the call around 4 o'clock and that all determines rather if I have to return to WRA or not. So cross your fingers and wish me luck! Because I neeeeed out of that place. :p

I didn't know it was a crime to not like people.

I think if you don't like  a person or you don't get along with them to just leave them be. If you don't bother them, they wont bother you; such as, honey-bees. I just wish that people could be mature and not act like their age divided in half. I don't like you, so I don't talk to you. That's me trying to be nice and respectful; however, I can't be "nice" to you when you when you pick fights with me. It's not cool, at all.

Basically the story of my 8th period life. This is all I ever do, scribble. That's probably why my grade in there isn't the best of what it SHOULD be. At least what I would want it to be. Instead of studying lines and fractions I'm sitting there singing theme-songs to Japanese children shows and dancing while writing lyrics and sketching Pokemon.

"This is NOT a Valentine's Card!"

Apparently when there is a giant card in your locker, left at random, with cute sayings and pictures all over it that it still is not a Valentines Day card. So I'm going to assume that I will get another gift when that day comes around as well. (*cough* Hear that sweetpea? *cough*) I'm only kidding though, I don't expect anything in general. ANYWAYS, back to the card/ not-a-card. I found it in one of my recycled notebooks and it makes me quite happy. If anything, it made my day. I haven't completely read it all the way, yet; I assume that it's just more of love being splurred out on paper. Which I wont complain because I love when I find random things from her in my locker/ car/ doorstep/ pocket/ books/ etc. I think that small surprises are always better than large planned out events and if more people left little things for their spouses at random instead of spending a lot of money, people (in relationships) would be much happier than they are now-a-days.

I need a new job.

At first I debated how good I have it where I'm already employed but honestly the cons overrule the pros. I get to pick my own hours and slack off a lot but honestly that's not worth staying at WRA. I cannot work with Hannah. I will not work with her. That is the straw that broke the camels back. She's spread so much crap around the school about me and I simply cannot take it. And if you ever do see this, NO I am not upset over the loss of our friendship, nor do I regret saying any of the things I said about you. I stopped being friends with you because I respect myself too much to deal with all the things that come with being friends with you. Yes, you should stand by your friends in times of need but not when it's every single day of your life about the dumbest things in the world. I have never talked badly about you, I've only said what I honestly think of you. Which to be quite frank, I've said them to your face as well. And if you believe somewhere in your mind that the people you are friends with now don't say bad things about you, well you're wrong. Everyone will say something about you at some point but not all people will admit it like I have. The only things I've ever said is that you annoy me and you lie too much. But alright I'm the "big trash talker". Meh. So I'm quitting my job so I don't have to be near you and your crazy person bull. So I'm going to job-hunt tomorrow and pray that I find something new. Although I don't believe in religion, so I don't know how good praying will do me...

It's a madhouse.

I need to get out. All I can hear is shouting, no words. All I can feel is crowded, no love. These are four walls that keep me warm, but this, by far, is no home. I've never felt safe, not once, not ever.These people, these residents that obtain the other rooms, they aren't my family; mere demons. Why can I feel incharge for once? Why is it I can be stepped on and pushed around just because you have legal custody of me? I am not a prize, an object you keep in your home. I AM YOUR CHILD. And I can't wait until I have the money to get away, because once I do I'll never have to see your face again; let alone acknowledge that you're alive.

Can't sleep.

I always feel so tired during the day but when night comes around I just can't get myself to fall asleep. I've been a "night owl" since I was 12, which makes it very inconvenient when I have to be well rested for something. Like right now, I should be laying down but I'm sitting on here drinking a smoothie I made with the new blender. Meh, I wanted to transfer some of my older posts from my other blogger onto here, but I've realized that those are parts of my past and I don't need to hold onto those things anymore. I'm going to start fresh, which is why I cleared everything off of this one; however, I do miss the photographs of Julian and I do wish I didn't delete those because they were the only ones I had. Anyways, off to answer my phone. It's been going off the hook since I got off work at 9:45 tonight.

Creative writing?

To be honest, I'm not quite sure why I signed up for this class. At first it was for the teacher, then it was for the people in it, then it was for myself, and now I don't have an actual reason. I think it was because I needed a class that wasn't going to be so judgmental and hounded for grades. I needed to have an instructor that cared more about what you were writing than how it was written. I don't really have the best reputation and people say all these things about how they know how I view them, but they don't. I'm so complicated and uptight about things. I'm hoping to get the chance to express myself and be completely open in every aspect with this class and not have to feel ashamed of what I write or my thoughts/ feelings of things in the world. I'd like to find my inspiration again and I'm hoping to find that through this.