The · Lord's · Keep

Well, school isn't the awesomest (not a word), but I suppose it's certainly better than it was at midterms. Also, sophomore project is really easy! Which means I can exchange pretty much most of my IST and A Studs homework for an easy project. yay!

February vacation is coming up, and I'm getting Guild Wars. w00t.

Well, lessee, on Saturday I went over to Brad's to machinimate. I always get this crazy idea that I won't be bored as hell, but really it always does. I can't just sit there and do nothing for ten minutes until someone says, "Ok, nod your head. NO! Not like that!"
Also, Jimmy and Travis were blaming me for everything, sometimes joking sometimes not. It was really starting to grate on my nerves, so it's good that it ended pretty quick (the session). I'm not really mad, though.

Today I went to Gordo's for D&D. Which was pretty fun, even though Sibbie gets mad at us for not listening. Ever. My character died, because I basically voted to defile Gordo's mothers grave for selfish reasons. He blew my head off with a fireball. Now Im a Wood Elf barbarian named Blurg McDurg (father of Scott's old barbarian, Slurg McDurg).

H&J is fun, and the officer meeting was really fun. I'm glad to have my friends.

LH(JC) out.

Gah! Midterms went so badly, mostly due to the fact that when everyone else was studying, I was doing make up work. I got a C+ for my spanish midterm, and a B in Algebra II. Those are the only ones I've gotten back so far.

People are saying H+J isn't fun anymore...is that true? Monday was wet, colder than at LEAST 45 bastards, slippery-icy....and yet I still had fun, didn't I? I did.

+New Quarter, New Chance, New Philosophy
+92 on IST midterm (I don't care how ridiculously easy it was)
+Finally started work on D&D campaign
+Sibbie started his D&D campaign again
+Midterms are over
+Most of the rest of the week for me is watching movies in class
+American Studies grade might be better than I thought
+Bus now comes to my house, so I dont have to walk 1.25 miles both ways


-C+ on Spanish Midterm, probably worse on Chemistry
-Still haven't finished all makeup work
-Doubtful if I'll get more than two A-range grades this quarter
-Did I mention my grades suck?

"NOT THE HOLIDAY RAPIST!"


Don't ask.


Anyhow, I was a little irritated at my progress reports, since I got four B pluses, three A's and a C (!!!!!) in Chemistry. In fact, whenever I thought about that C, I would sort of hunch over in pain, as though punched in the gut, usually accompanied by a loud grunt of agony. I don't like C's.

But to cheer up, I left Louis Armstrong's "Wonderful World" on last night as I slept, on infinite repeat. I must have absorbed some of the cheeriness, because I'm looking at the bright side of things that once really pissed me off.

Plot on Monday was awesome, and I'm even more excited for the next couple of days that are coming up...*grins maniacally.* It's so much fun (so far...) being Officer Bitch!

What else...what else...well, of course, Christmas vacation's a comin' right up in only three more days. Unfortunately, those will be somewhat trying days. I love ending school with the holiday concert, though.

I don't really want to go to fencing tonight, but I have to anyway.

LH(JC) out.

Your Element Is Air

You dislike conflict, and you've been able to rise above the angst of the world. And when things don't go your way, you know they'll blow over quickly. Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life. You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful. You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you're an open person. With you, what you see is what you get... and people love that!

Yep, light and breezy. This is very accurate, and I took it twice to make sure that I wasn't giving self-improving, delusional answers. I definitely dislike conflict, although I'm not sure people love that what they see is what they get...some people dislike what they get.

I've been sort of angry lately because I haven't been getting as good grades as I should, and forgetting a lot of stuff. Like, for a 100 point assignment, I did the 80-point poster, but left the 20-point questions elsewhere. My reading packet? Did the questions, forgot the packet. I piss me off sometimes.

But, that's not so bad. I thank my past self for sweating it in the first quarter so that I can rest easier for the remaining quarters, since my good grades will absorb the slightly worse grades. hooray, past self. way to take it for the team.

The only class I have to really work on is A studs, which is incidentally where the listed incidents occurred. I reeeeally need a good grade on that debate project, and I need it bad.

One last irritation: Why do we get assigned reading? I'm in over my head with free reading, I'm reading a Clash of Kings right now, REEEALLY want to start reading the Dark Tower series, then go back to Storm of Swords. Unfortunately, all that's on hiatus because I have to read a Farewell to Arms, Hemingway's steaming dump on the romance genre. I love Hemingway as an author, but he needs to stick where he's best like the Old Man and the Sea and the Sun Also Rises, not in the romance genre.

Things to be happy about:

I got a community service job at the Baker Free, which is nice because it's so quiet there. All I have to do is rearrange books, and since I love both books and quiet, I'd almost do it for free all around. Getting service hours is just a big old plus.

I know I aced the shit out of my Digital Electronics test.

I got elected as officer-in-training for H+J, which seems good now. We'll see how it pans out, which may not be awesome judging from actual officers.

I'm not the first debate up tomorrow. My sympathy goes out to you, Nick.

I have food to eat, a warm bed to sleep in, clothes to wear, friends who care about me, shelter every day, and the fact that I don't have to worry about any of those things for a long time or probably ever, unless I do something stupid.

LH(JC) out.

Stood He the Last of Darry's Ten
Alone Among the Dead
Not Long Before His Friend Drew Breath
But a Spear Now Through His Head

And Red the Grass Beneath his Feet
And Red his Banners Bright
And Red the burning, setting Sun
As they Swarmed around the Fight

"Come on, Come on" the Great Lord called
"My sword is hungry still"
And with a Cry of Savage Rage
They swarmed o'er the rill

They mobbed him, bashed him, bruised him well
But he defied them to the last
Slew them as they came and came
And they could not quite get past

And to this day he fights the brutes
To save himself and his land
He will keep fighting 'til that day
His sword drops from a cold hand

ATTENTION: EMO PEOPLE. (You know who you are). I despise you! If you are emo, consider what you have that many, too many, people don't.
1. You never have to worry about whether there will be food on your plate.
2. You never have to worry about a soft place to sleep tonight.
3. You never have to worry about nice clothes to wear.
4. You never have to worry about pricey entertainment like television and music.
5. You never have to worry about the cost of really, anything.

So, then, tell me why you ignore all that. Is it because, say, someone dear to you broke up with you? There, there. Most people your age or older have experienced that pain. It's a hurt, but it will heal. You don't need to start wearing bad clothes and your hair in a style and listening to idiotic music and slitting your goddamn wrists. (Note to Emo People: I don't care if you don't do these things, or if I'm overgeneralizing, or whatever. I despise you anyway.)

Is it because...you're rebelling against authority? Grow up. There's a lot of authority in your life. Try rebelling against your boss once you get a job. I'd wager a hefty sum you won't be working there for long.

TIP TO EMO REBELS: Sleep under doorways when it rains. Discarded pizza boxes are an excellent source of cheese. The best shopping carts are at "Lucky" supermarket.

Really, I can't think of any good reasons other than those, not to say that those are good reasons. Read the five things you will never have to worry about again, and then explain to me why you have to piss and moan about your life.

I really, honestly, truly don't care if I hurt your feelings, emo people. I don't care why you're emo. I don't even care if I spelled something wrong. All I know is: I despise you. Perhaps not as a person (although probably) but I most certainly despise your way of life.