"29-09-2008
Taurus
"Your friends and companions may seem a bit dour or depressed right now, but that does not mean you have to be moping around down in the dumps yourself. You can get out on your own for a little distracting fun or a special treat and that will boost your mood.""
That is amazingly true. Freakin' awesome! The past few days, I've been noticing these dour qualitities in people around me, particullarilly one person. But I don't see them in real life. I just talk to them online. But then again I don't really know what's going on in their life than what I could know if I ever saw this person in real life. And also, the way we speak in real life is no comparison to us talking to someone on the phone or online. Especially online when you can't literally even hear their voice. Yes, writers have a voice and we use connotation every day. But everything someone can say can be precieved in different ways. It's just amazing that there are so many possibilities that we can never fully grasp.
So the car ride or bike ride... or train ride, OR WHATEVER!, through life is going very smooth. I'm stumbling across minor bumps every now and then, but overall things are going absolutely amazing. I got a 4, the highest possible grade for a BCR in Biology, for my unit test. And I got an 100% (A) on my French quiz. Today was a half day and tomorrow there is no school! That is exciting. And today is even better because HEROES IS ON TONIGHT!!! I AM STOKED. Oh and Pajama day is today.
Labels seem useless. I don't know what I keep doing them. So from tomorrow onwards I will not fill in the "Labels for this post" section. I don't know why I said tomorrow onwards when I could very well start today but I don't care. (:
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Monday, September 29, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Offically PO'ed
OMGGG! URGH. I've reached a certain point of hate for my sister ever sine the chocolate incident. I'm so much better at violin than her. She's not a good teacher. There are so many simple ways to say things and she's always saying the complicated way. She doesn't believe that I can do things on my own. She doesn't know how to accept that fact that we are human. Humans make mistakes. We don't know everything and sometimes we have error in our thinking. It's human. Why can't she effing understand that. She's such a crumby, hack. She drives me up the effing way, freaking out. She tells me to do stuff that is easier for me to follow through with without making mistakes. Then when she sees what I have done, she flips out because it isn't what she expected and because she gets confused. Then she criticizes me. And in her argument, she tries to think up of anything to prove her point. And it's all over a little thing. She's way too serious and not fun. She's too much of a bitch. She brings things like being an artist and having creativity into a situation that has in no way, any relation to what we're talking about.
But it's fine now. I've decided and accepted that there are two kinds of people in the world. One: People who are always hot and nauseated all the time, that they being angry for no reason, and who let little things get to them. Then two: People who are cold, try to fit in, and just do whatever to get the spotlight off of themselves. Whenever when I'm with my sister I always end up feeling bullied at the end. It might start off smoothly, but then it just goes down and down. My hate for her keeps growing. I don't know how to stop it. That's why I try to stay away from her and not talk to her. My mouth is practically bleeding from holding all these things in while I'm in the midst of her. And I thank God for blogger and other sites where one can rant about the same thing over and over again, eventually establishing and making it fact that the truth drives one up the wall, and that what one is saying in fact, is true.
But it's fine now. I've decided and accepted that there are two kinds of people in the world. One: People who are always hot and nauseated all the time, that they being angry for no reason, and who let little things get to them. Then two: People who are cold, try to fit in, and just do whatever to get the spotlight off of themselves. Whenever when I'm with my sister I always end up feeling bullied at the end. It might start off smoothly, but then it just goes down and down. My hate for her keeps growing. I don't know how to stop it. That's why I try to stay away from her and not talk to her. My mouth is practically bleeding from holding all these things in while I'm in the midst of her. And I thank God for blogger and other sites where one can rant about the same thing over and over again, eventually establishing and making it fact that the truth drives one up the wall, and that what one is saying in fact, is true.
Monday, August 25, 2008
It doesn't hurt.
I can say that for a second time in a row. This doesn't have anything to do with relationships. Just a message I didn't see sitting in the mail. It's a part of life. I'm low maintenance and we're at the age where we do it. haha, oh my God. It doesn't even have to do with age. It's HUMAN. If you don't do it, then you're crazy. You may think you don't do it, but you do. We're all equal, you know? I just don't see why people are all concerned with other people. Well, I guess when you get the opportunity, you should just TAKE IT. If someone offers you a bunch of b.s. then just take it. It comes and goes. Get used to it. Well actually age has to do a lot about the first part. Me, I've grown a lot over the summer. So when I hear stuff like that, I'm just like whatever. I'm just glad I'm past that and I'm not that person anymore. And then I feel sorry for whoever took my place.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Just take it!
I thought what I was about to read would hurt but it actually didn't. Those words were very simple and somewhat cliche, but I felt they were still very encouraging. It's nice to hear from someone who seems to possess the ability to appreciate life for what it is. Well, we all have the ability, but it's about what you do with it. I will still rant about all that annoys me. I mean, I'm kind of prone to that now. But I have to say, I do take the time to look at the positive. But I guess my words can seem "heavy" and I can ramble on about what I don't have, and not get to a point.
Buttttt then again it is my blog. My online diary that is open to everyone. I have no problem with that but I should be able to complain about whatever, right? I mean come on now. Complaining is entertainment for oneself. It's kind of my hobby, sad to say. That's like half the time... haha. Or even more. Yikes? Okay so I'll try to balance things out. I feel when I ramble about both the good and bad aspects of life, they can become dull and repetitive. I guess it's my way of remembering what I actually care about and what I want to fix. Things that matter to me. That's what I'm trying to say. Anyway, it's a bit strange.
Walk, don't roll! Otherwise you might slip and fall face down.
Anyway, time to rant about my mean sister. She never tells me who calls. Like today our mother called and I thought it was our dad. She tells me to look up stores. And I was going to do that. I called my dad and told him to check out Lashof's Violin, and she flips out about me calling my dad. I DIDN'T EFFING KNOW WHO THE EFF SHE WAS CALLING. I swear, it's out of nowhere she just flips out. She probably has anger issues. I remember when she was like a junior or senior in high school, and I was in 6th grade or whatever, we were driving to church one day and she was all angry. She poured water out from a water bottle on my dad while he was drying. We stopped the car and they fought for an hour. SO MUCH FKING YELLING. IT'S SO ANNOYING AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY SHE CAN SHUT THE EFF UP. If I don't know something she flips out at me! WHY THE HELL DOES SHE GET ANGRY AT ME WHEN I DON'T KNOW THINGS. SHE DRIVES ME UP THE EFFING WALL. SERIOUSLY, I DO NOT WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH HER OVERREACTING. Like that time she rampaged through my room and took all my stuff out of my drawers and closet. She even took the drawers itself, out of their slots. She's psycho.
Oh and I wasn't able to play violin, and I respected her pet peeves or whatever you would like to call them, for a whole year. I wasn't allowed to play violin anywhere but the basement. But then once school and PVYO ended, I had it up to there. I stopped playing. Well no, not exactly. I just saw a spider in the basement so I stopped playing. I would gladly, willingly play upstairs in my room but oh! I'M NOT ALLOWED...! Oh and I know the average house has about 30,000 spiders. But once I see a spider and its web with my own two eyes, I won't step foot into that place. So I just recently started playing because my mom was yelling at me to play, so I told her the ridiculous yet true reason why I couldn't play. So my sister comes up to me today and says, "Okay so you can practice violin for an hour. And at the end of the week I'll tell you how you're doing." I took it. I mean why wouldn't I? Auditions are in less than a month and I haven't practiced at all before today. It's a bunch of b.s. you know. I have an extreme fear of spiders. She should have known that. So now she's angry not only because of the phone call situation, but because I sound rusty. I'm assuming it's more than the phone call, though I also think she wants me to get better at violin. I mean I really do sound rusty crusty. HER FAULT! It's her fault that she has to suffer from the rusty sound that unleashes through these old, crusty strings. Speaking of crusty strings, I should change my strings. I need to. I've had them for over a year now. I should change them before auditions start. Oh and when I would have to play in the basement, I would also have to close the door that led to the basement. Insanity.
Long-Sigh. I am thrilled to get that off my chest.
Buttttt then again it is my blog. My online diary that is open to everyone. I have no problem with that but I should be able to complain about whatever, right? I mean come on now. Complaining is entertainment for oneself. It's kind of my hobby, sad to say. That's like half the time... haha. Or even more. Yikes? Okay so I'll try to balance things out. I feel when I ramble about both the good and bad aspects of life, they can become dull and repetitive. I guess it's my way of remembering what I actually care about and what I want to fix. Things that matter to me. That's what I'm trying to say. Anyway, it's a bit strange.
Walk, don't roll! Otherwise you might slip and fall face down.
Anyway, time to rant about my mean sister. She never tells me who calls. Like today our mother called and I thought it was our dad. She tells me to look up stores. And I was going to do that. I called my dad and told him to check out Lashof's Violin, and she flips out about me calling my dad. I DIDN'T EFFING KNOW WHO THE EFF SHE WAS CALLING. I swear, it's out of nowhere she just flips out. She probably has anger issues. I remember when she was like a junior or senior in high school, and I was in 6th grade or whatever, we were driving to church one day and she was all angry. She poured water out from a water bottle on my dad while he was drying. We stopped the car and they fought for an hour. SO MUCH FKING YELLING. IT'S SO ANNOYING AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY SHE CAN SHUT THE EFF UP. If I don't know something she flips out at me! WHY THE HELL DOES SHE GET ANGRY AT ME WHEN I DON'T KNOW THINGS. SHE DRIVES ME UP THE EFFING WALL. SERIOUSLY, I DO NOT WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH HER OVERREACTING. Like that time she rampaged through my room and took all my stuff out of my drawers and closet. She even took the drawers itself, out of their slots. She's psycho.
Oh and I wasn't able to play violin, and I respected her pet peeves or whatever you would like to call them, for a whole year. I wasn't allowed to play violin anywhere but the basement. But then once school and PVYO ended, I had it up to there. I stopped playing. Well no, not exactly. I just saw a spider in the basement so I stopped playing. I would gladly, willingly play upstairs in my room but oh! I'M NOT ALLOWED...! Oh and I know the average house has about 30,000 spiders. But once I see a spider and its web with my own two eyes, I won't step foot into that place. So I just recently started playing because my mom was yelling at me to play, so I told her the ridiculous yet true reason why I couldn't play. So my sister comes up to me today and says, "Okay so you can practice violin for an hour. And at the end of the week I'll tell you how you're doing." I took it. I mean why wouldn't I? Auditions are in less than a month and I haven't practiced at all before today. It's a bunch of b.s. you know. I have an extreme fear of spiders. She should have known that. So now she's angry not only because of the phone call situation, but because I sound rusty. I'm assuming it's more than the phone call, though I also think she wants me to get better at violin. I mean I really do sound rusty crusty. HER FAULT! It's her fault that she has to suffer from the rusty sound that unleashes through these old, crusty strings. Speaking of crusty strings, I should change my strings. I need to. I've had them for over a year now. I should change them before auditions start. Oh and when I would have to play in the basement, I would also have to close the door that led to the basement. Insanity.
Long-Sigh. I am thrilled to get that off my chest.
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