YAY FOR LAST TIME I SAY THE WORD BEDA!
Soooo it's been a lovely blog every day in april (BEDA)/blog every hour in april(BEHA)/blog every 10 minutes in april(BE10MA)/kinda miss a lot but blog almost every day in april (KMALBBAEDA).
Is it just me or are you super sick of the acronym and of crappy posts? Poop, I sure am. I mean there isn't really much to say. After I post this I'm gonna go through and delete posts I don't like (hey is this referencing Glee this week or what? Santana would fully support me deleting my stuff and she would be like "Hey, if you don't like it, change it!" and then Mr. Shuester would be like "Hey you wrote that, it is you. You should be proud of your shitty writing, in fact, let's put it on a t-shirt!") In fact I'm definitely going to delete this post in like a week too. lol good timez.
BETTER THINGZ THOUGH
Tonight I realized that I love blogs, because obviously you have ridiculously brilliant and hilarious stuff out there like Temerity Jane and Hayley G. Hoover, but then you also have terribly awful stuff too, which I discovered tonight. I laughed my butt off at this one blog.
and I used more italics than usual in this post so I'm going to finish in italics: I suck at concluding things. Stories, relationships. I don't do goodbyes because it's awk as hell. So this is the end of blog every day in April. No one will miss it!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
I mean I guess I have never told you about Mao Zedong
and my other cat too, Bella.
Mao is the cutest freakin Chinese communist dictator I have ever seen. But he's also pretty rude and demanding. Every morning I wake up and then on my way downstairs (before I've had my coffee) he lays down at the top of the stairs and asks for rubs. So I rub his little Chinese tummy and then I walk away and he goes "MAO" and then I say "Sorry Maosie!" and then he says "MAO" and cuts me off as I walk down the stairs and sits right in front of my feet and I have to dodge and kinda jump a little so that I don't squish his furry little communist head. And then he says "MAO" and I'm like- fine. And I give him rubs again. In exchange I pretty much get nothing but claws and naws on my hands when he has decided he's had enough rubs. But he just sits there and yaps his yapper whenever he's around and he's not receiving rubs or receiving loves.
k. and Bella is pretty adorable too because she's chubby and it's funny. But besides that- she supplied us with like 6 times the cute one summer when she 5 kittens. (in case you were wondering- James Brown, Oreo, Francis, Ella Fitzgerald and Pico)
I know that I spoke a lot more about Mao's cuteness than Bella's but there's a reason: cuteness is measured by smallness, and Mao is like tinyyyyy for being a full grown communist dictator. Yeah. I love them/also hate them equally because Bella hangs out with me more and Mao is tiny but my hatred comes from the fact that I'm allergic to them and get all itchy whenever I pet them for too long.
Not my kitty. Wish it wuz.
Mao Zedong and I was bored of writing my research paper.
Mao is the cutest freakin Chinese communist dictator I have ever seen. But he's also pretty rude and demanding. Every morning I wake up and then on my way downstairs (before I've had my coffee) he lays down at the top of the stairs and asks for rubs. So I rub his little Chinese tummy and then I walk away and he goes "MAO" and then I say "Sorry Maosie!" and then he says "MAO" and cuts me off as I walk down the stairs and sits right in front of my feet and I have to dodge and kinda jump a little so that I don't squish his furry little communist head. And then he says "MAO" and I'm like- fine. And I give him rubs again. In exchange I pretty much get nothing but claws and naws on my hands when he has decided he's had enough rubs. But he just sits there and yaps his yapper whenever he's around and he's not receiving rubs or receiving loves.
k. and Bella is pretty adorable too because she's chubby and it's funny. But besides that- she supplied us with like 6 times the cute one summer when she 5 kittens. (in case you were wondering- James Brown, Oreo, Francis, Ella Fitzgerald and Pico)
I know that I spoke a lot more about Mao's cuteness than Bella's but there's a reason: cuteness is measured by smallness, and Mao is like tinyyyyy for being a full grown communist dictator. Yeah. I love them/also hate them equally because Bella hangs out with me more and Mao is tiny but my hatred comes from the fact that I'm allergic to them and get all itchy whenever I pet them for too long.
Monday, April 25, 2011
library is fun except when you have $12 in fines.
Today I got this book from the library yay! There are so many cute freakin things in this book, I love it so much. I want to make the pig, the unicorn, the pirate, the zebra, and the elephant. Everything is so cute.
Other than this though, today was such a library fail. I didn't know it, but I had over $12.00 in fines there so I paid for those and (HOW does one acquire $12 in library fines? That's a lot of overdue books) it made me realize that I haven't used my own library card to check out books in like a REALLY long time.
I think that I secretly have an aversion to the library because I have been conditioned to hate them by Parks and Rec., a show on NBC, and also I've gone to public school my whole life where most of the time librarians are way scary.
And then they didn't have the book I actually went to the library to get, and I was going to go just buy the book (Looking for Alaska - another John Green book) and then I didn't. Because I had already spent so much just being able to check out the pig book. (worth it? probably.)
(there were lots of parentheses in this post. kbye.)
Sunday, April 24, 2011
candy coma
I mean there isn't much to say about it other than that I have one. I feel like running around and playing buscoball right now or doing something illegal. Orrrr maybe just laying on the couch and watching harry potter? Yeah. That sounds nice.
I went to my grandmother's house today and I have something to tell you: if you are going to wake me up from a nap, I will be marginally less cranky and pissed off if you give me ice cream after waking me. I'm like a bear. You don't wake up a bear unless you have ice cream.
Candy coma makes write weird me yes. Elephants good movie for water. Bye, okay.
I went to my grandmother's house today and I have something to tell you: if you are going to wake me up from a nap, I will be marginally less cranky and pissed off if you give me ice cream after waking me. I'm like a bear. You don't wake up a bear unless you have ice cream.
Candy coma makes write weird me yes. Elephants good movie for water. Bye, okay.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
anger.
If you are a senior in high school, especially if you were involved in the events of very early Friday morning, this post may sting a little.
I've basically carried the same opinion of seniors since I was a freshman in high school: they're annoying as hell. Don't get me wrong, if you're a senior this year and you're here reading this post, there's a really good chance that you're someone I will actually miss. The truth is though, that a lot of seniors really suck by the end of high school. They can be lazy, selfish, whiny, rude to other schoolmates and rude to teachers. I understand that the end of high school is definitely a pivotal moment in one's life, but most of the time I feel like people should be handling it better. They assume that they're the leaders because they're the oldest and supposed to be the most mature students in the district but in reality they just treat people like shit like 56% of the time.
The maturity level of many seniors during 4th quarter is the exact same as that of most freshman had 1st quarter.
Don't get me wrong- I'm friends with more seniors this year than in the past two years, but there are some students for whom I would pack their shit and drive them to college if it meant they would be gone sooner. I'm just kind of tired of being treated like shit, like nothing, by certain people who have never earned my respect and for some reason or another, STILL are under the impression that they are deserving of it.
I know that I'm headed for the senior mindset in less than a year, but let's be honest: I'm about as disrespectful towards people right now as I will ever be, I've basically not done homework since eighth grade, and I'm already pretty whiny and selfish. I can't imagine me being a worse person than I am now, but the good news is that as I am right now, I am better off than most.
On more whimsical terms my fingers are green due to egg dyeing AWESOMEEE.
I've basically carried the same opinion of seniors since I was a freshman in high school: they're annoying as hell. Don't get me wrong, if you're a senior this year and you're here reading this post, there's a really good chance that you're someone I will actually miss. The truth is though, that a lot of seniors really suck by the end of high school. They can be lazy, selfish, whiny, rude to other schoolmates and rude to teachers. I understand that the end of high school is definitely a pivotal moment in one's life, but most of the time I feel like people should be handling it better. They assume that they're the leaders because they're the oldest and supposed to be the most mature students in the district but in reality they just treat people like shit like 56% of the time.
The maturity level of many seniors during 4th quarter is the exact same as that of most freshman had 1st quarter.
Don't get me wrong- I'm friends with more seniors this year than in the past two years, but there are some students for whom I would pack their shit and drive them to college if it meant they would be gone sooner. I'm just kind of tired of being treated like shit, like nothing, by certain people who have never earned my respect and for some reason or another, STILL are under the impression that they are deserving of it.
I know that I'm headed for the senior mindset in less than a year, but let's be honest: I'm about as disrespectful towards people right now as I will ever be, I've basically not done homework since eighth grade, and I'm already pretty whiny and selfish. I can't imagine me being a worse person than I am now, but the good news is that as I am right now, I am better off than most.
On more whimsical terms my fingers are green due to egg dyeing AWESOMEEE.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
today I did something crazy.
My life is like Made and I'm the nerdy awkward girl in choir who wants to be a pretty dancer girl on the school's kickline.
Yep, I'm like someone on MTV. That's how strange this is for me. I'm about to try something new! And I haven't tried something new since well, I don't know. I guess gymnastics. Dancing isn't exactly new to me, but I've never tried to be particularly good at it nor have I ever tried to be better than other girls at it. I'm not so into this that my life will be over if I don't make the line, but I feel like it'll be pretty embarrassing if I don't, ya know? Like I think I can do it, and I'm even telling you, blog, that I think I can do it. So... what if I can't?
You, blog, might see me fail for the first time and only time ever! ohhhhhhhh just kidding I fail a lot.
Yep, I'm like someone on MTV. That's how strange this is for me. I'm about to try something new! And I haven't tried something new since well, I don't know. I guess gymnastics. Dancing isn't exactly new to me, but I've never tried to be particularly good at it nor have I ever tried to be better than other girls at it. I'm not so into this that my life will be over if I don't make the line, but I feel like it'll be pretty embarrassing if I don't, ya know? Like I think I can do it, and I'm even telling you, blog, that I think I can do it. So... what if I can't?
You, blog, might see me fail for the first time and only time ever! ohhhhhhhh just kidding I fail a lot.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
just, just stop. Isn't it time for bed yet? DAMN
Now's the time where I talk some more and better about being done with Kent.
At this point, I can't really tell you when it'll finally hit me that I finished FLA. Maybe it already has and I'm just not too choked up about it, but I feel more like some day next week I'm going to have some crazy anxiety attack and start hyperventilating because IT'S JUST WHAT I DO WHEN I'M SAD.
I can, however, tell you about the exact moment where I realized that my Summer session was over. The end of the Summer session meant a lot more than the end of the school year because the end of the Summer session was a drastic and sudden and awful lifestyle change. And it sucked.
I remember that I was packing. My roommate, Kaitlin, was out somewhere with her parents or something, she had already finished packing. I was in the room, alone, finishing up with some last-minute items. My music was literally on loud enough for the whole floor to hear, both for the listening pleasure of everyone ever and for my own amusement. I remember looking up and the blank walls stared at me, my empty desk leered at me as did a boy who had just walked into my room. Kevin had probably been drawn to my room by the music, but I was glad he was there. I was still sitting on the floor tossing the last of my junk into my red suitcase, and I don't remember what we talked about. What I mostly remember thinking is something more along the lines of this is the last time he'll be my neighbor.
I don't know why it was that thought that became the pivotal moment of my day, but I just remember his presence really bringing me out of my trance and bringing me to the light of reality. I didn't want to leave, and when I think on that memory, I still don't want to leave.
ALRIGHT ON A LESS NOSTALGIC AND MORE PISSED OFF NOTE:
I just went on a g-mail wild goose chase in order to post this crap-sap post SO you better appreciate this. Also, seeing as kent CANCELED my email address that I have been using for ALMOST AN ENTIRE YEAR, the bitches, I'm am now introducing the second new gmail account of the effin week:
hayleyhateseverything@gmail.com
yep. Salty.
At this point, I can't really tell you when it'll finally hit me that I finished FLA. Maybe it already has and I'm just not too choked up about it, but I feel more like some day next week I'm going to have some crazy anxiety attack and start hyperventilating because IT'S JUST WHAT I DO WHEN I'M SAD.
I can, however, tell you about the exact moment where I realized that my Summer session was over. The end of the Summer session meant a lot more than the end of the school year because the end of the Summer session was a drastic and sudden and awful lifestyle change. And it sucked.
I remember that I was packing. My roommate, Kaitlin, was out somewhere with her parents or something, she had already finished packing. I was in the room, alone, finishing up with some last-minute items. My music was literally on loud enough for the whole floor to hear, both for the listening pleasure of everyone ever and for my own amusement. I remember looking up and the blank walls stared at me, my empty desk leered at me as did a boy who had just walked into my room. Kevin had probably been drawn to my room by the music, but I was glad he was there. I was still sitting on the floor tossing the last of my junk into my red suitcase, and I don't remember what we talked about. What I mostly remember thinking is something more along the lines of this is the last time he'll be my neighbor.
I don't know why it was that thought that became the pivotal moment of my day, but I just remember his presence really bringing me out of my trance and bringing me to the light of reality. I didn't want to leave, and when I think on that memory, I still don't want to leave.
ALRIGHT ON A LESS NOSTALGIC AND MORE PISSED OFF NOTE:
I just went on a g-mail wild goose chase in order to post this crap-sap post SO you better appreciate this. Also, seeing as kent CANCELED my email address that I have been using for ALMOST AN ENTIRE YEAR, the bitches, I'm am now introducing the second new gmail account of the effin week:
hayleyhateseverything@gmail.com
yep. Salty.
Monday, April 18, 2011
crab curtains.
Ugh so I haven't mentioned this (alright I don't actually remember whether I have or not) but I am done with Kent State FLA officially as of Saturday. I kind of knew that it would be both refreshing and depressing at the same time to be finished with that part of my life. I'm not going to miss the times where it was 10:00pm on Thursday night and I had to do 2 activities and a 3-Step-Task and then my laptop would take 20 minutes to turn on, but I will definitely miss every single person in my class.
But along with being done with Kent, I also had to give back my shitty Dell laptop from probably 2002. Don't get me wrong- the worst thing about not going to Kent anymore is that I don't have any regularly scheduled hang out seshes with my friends. But seriously not having a laptop after having one for almost a year is so freakin inconvenient. My mom is rushing me at this to get off the computer so that she can get on. And I can only be on this computer for so late. And then I try to watch TV in this computer and every person in the entire world is YELLING SUPER LOUD IN THE KITCHEN AND EVERYTHING SUCKS.
Wow, now we're talking about THE NEW EFFING CURTAINS THAT HAVE CRABS ON THEM IN THE KITCHEN OH MY GOD
But along with being done with Kent, I also had to give back my shitty Dell laptop from probably 2002. Don't get me wrong- the worst thing about not going to Kent anymore is that I don't have any regularly scheduled hang out seshes with my friends. But seriously not having a laptop after having one for almost a year is so freakin inconvenient. My mom is rushing me at this to get off the computer so that she can get on. And I can only be on this computer for so late. And then I try to watch TV in this computer and every person in the entire world is YELLING SUPER LOUD IN THE KITCHEN AND EVERYTHING SUCKS.
Wow, now we're talking about THE NEW EFFING CURTAINS THAT HAVE CRABS ON THEM IN THE KITCHEN OH MY GOD
Sunday, April 17, 2011
tengo un anuncio: no quiero (y probablememte no voy a) tomar la clase de espanol AP. Porque
1. Puedo tomar un examen en el universidad para ganar el credito de la lengua, y
2. Esta clase no vale la pena proque si sea una clase como la clase de espanol 4H (y sera el mismo porque es la misma maestra), no vaya a aprender mucho y solamente la clase vaya a matar mi alma.
Soy libre de la clase de espanol. Y que libre soy.
Mais, je vais etre dans la clase de francais 3H. Je ne sais pas si va etre terrible ou bon mais je vais savoir. Je veut parler francais plus souvent. Ma maman a dit que je dois apprendre l'aleman l'ane prochane. J'ai dit 'non.'
Est-ce que tu aime le francais est l'espagnol? Je suis drole lolool.
1. Puedo tomar un examen en el universidad para ganar el credito de la lengua, y
2. Esta clase no vale la pena proque si sea una clase como la clase de espanol 4H (y sera el mismo porque es la misma maestra), no vaya a aprender mucho y solamente la clase vaya a matar mi alma.
Soy libre de la clase de espanol. Y que libre soy.
Mais, je vais etre dans la clase de francais 3H. Je ne sais pas si va etre terrible ou bon mais je vais savoir. Je veut parler francais plus souvent. Ma maman a dit que je dois apprendre l'aleman l'ane prochane. J'ai dit 'non.'
Est-ce que tu aime le francais est l'espagnol? Je suis drole lolool.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
thought.
I think that if I graduate high school without ever setting something on fire with my hair straightener, I'll just put high school down for a win and move on with my life.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Shit List: Urban Outfitters
Non-paper receipts is a really good idea. I have receipts sent to my email whenever I can because I like that it saves paper AND I don’t even look at paper receipts when I receive them anyways.
That said, I also really like my Kent State email address. What you’re thinking is right: I feel cool and proud whenever I am asked my email address and I get to say “@kent.edu” at the end. I am proud that I did something to obtain a college email address before I was even a junior in high school. Now, that said, I also like to keep my inbox fairly clear of spam mail, from Nigerian princes and from stores emailing me coupons all over the place.
And now, a story. On Sunday I told you that it was beautiful and gorgeous and amazing in Ohio so my sister and I went shopping at Crocker Park. First, I took her to Abercrombie and then we went to Urban Outfitters. At Urban Outfitters, I bought a comfy sweater and when I took it up to the register to pay, they asked me is I wanted a paper receipt or an email receipt. Because I am me and I love email receipts, I asked the checkout girl to email it to me and I told her my kent.edu email address. Well well.
I got the receipt. Deleted it before I even read the email and then I looked up at my other new emails and I have a second email from Urban Outfitters. It said “Hello! Thanks for Signing Up to Receive Urban Outfitters Emails!”
ALRIGHT
To start off, Urban Outfitters, you can’t just capitalize any word in a sentence that you like, you are not Margo. And second, I did not, in any way, ever, ask to receive emails from you! I don’t want you in my inbox telling me about potential deals I could be receiving, not on my kent.edu email anyways. I trusted Urban because they were being environmental, and they betrayed me. They’re betraying everyone, raping poor customers inboxes with their spammy emails. Ugh. I’ll be shopping at H&M from now on.
So now, I proudly present a new made-for-spam, email address:
hayleygetscoupons@gmail.com
Thursday, April 14, 2011
GUESS WHAT
I am ready. I am finally in the perfect mood for writing a post a post about foreign language*.
Let me start off with that I am sure that all of my teachers, on the inside, are good people. Like they definitely don't walk around cutting the brakes of wheelchairs or eating kittens or anything of the like. That is my only disclaimer.
Since I started taking high school and college level foreign language, I have gone through seven teachers. And now I will list them.
Vinciguer(r)a- Spanish 1 the first time around. Pretty sure Vinciguera wasn't her actual last name and that she changed it to be Vinciguera to make her sound spanish-y-er. I don't remember as much about her Spanish teaching as I do about how she always tried to teach us life skills and integrity. Seeing as I took this class almost 5 years ago, I really don't remember it much at all.
Vakos- Spanish 1 the second time around. I remember Vakos better. She was a native speaker, and I really liked her as a teacher. She pushed us hard to really learn the skills we were supposed to be learning and I loved that about her. We didn't always get along because I had already taken Spanish 1, and seeing as I already knew all of the content of the class, I slacked off pretty hard with the work and earned A's on the tests. But either way, she was a great teacher. Always spoke Spanish in the class which is really important, especially in the first year.
Bendik- Spanish 2 and 3H. I love Senora Bendik so much. Her teaching style was similar to Vakos's. Bendik usually pushed us pretty hard too, and there was a fair amount of homework in her classes that I didn't do either. She knew the importance of constantly speaking in Spanish during class and it helped me gain the near fluency I have now. She was always willing to help students prepare for tests so long as the student put in all of the work theirself. I miss Bendik so much this year and wish she was teaching 5AP for next year.
Podway- Spanish 4H and next year I'll have her again for Spanish 5 AP. Podway is nice, but not that good of a foreign language teacher. It's safe to say that since last year, when my entire class had Mrs. Bendik for Spanish, most everybody's skills have degenerated. Podway tries her best to teach us, but the honest truth is that she puts to much faith in practicing grammar on paper instead of using it in real casual conversation. No one knows how to speak Spanish anymore because we don't speak Spanish in class. Today I tried to get us speaking casual Spanish and we did for about 5 minutes and then she got pissy with me because "[I was] the one that wanted to [speak spanish] and I wasn't even listening to what people were saying" even though I was.
Zingales- French 1. She was a pretty good French teacher. She worked us pretty hard and always said whatever she wanted to say in French before she would say it in English the second time. I think that she taught French 1 really well, and it's not her fault that after this I went to Kent state and leanred Arabic and pretty much lost all of my French skills.
Horvath- French 2H. We rarely speak French in this class. The teacher can plan the hell out of a class though, we're always moving quickly between activities. It's just painful to spend so much time learning how to read and write French (though let's be honest- I suck at both) and honestly not having any ability. She has never set aside time to just spend using the language, which is so frustrating.
Mikati- Arabic 1 and 2 at Kent. Definitely the most brilliant foreign language teacher I'll ever encounter. We speak Arabic and only Arabic in that class, and I feel like I speak as much as I should be able to at this point in my language learning. If I had any complaints about her teaching methods, I would tell you, but honestly I don't. Ustedha Fetna is the bomb.
I was just going to list a few teaching qualities for each teacher and then go back and write a full essay-type post about teaching methods that work, but I decided to just go hard with the individual. I think that the idea that about half my teachers forget is that in the long run, the objective of the class would be to be able to go to a foreign country and speak the language comfortably. The teachers who incorporate regular speaking into their curriculum always make me feel better about the language. The French accent is hard enough when you get to listen to it every day, but without anyone speaking French at me, I sound, well, American when I speak French.
Conclusion statement? I plan on being a foreign language teacher (either Spanish or Arabic, not sure which yet) and I can't wait to teach teenagers the way I know it should be done.
*yeah I know. I've already written a post about foreign language, but is one really enough? But actually, truth be told, the first post was fairly awful.
**I bolded the teachers I currently have
Let me start off with that I am sure that all of my teachers, on the inside, are good people. Like they definitely don't walk around cutting the brakes of wheelchairs or eating kittens or anything of the like. That is my only disclaimer.
Since I started taking high school and college level foreign language, I have gone through seven teachers. And now I will list them.
Vinciguer(r)a- Spanish 1 the first time around. Pretty sure Vinciguera wasn't her actual last name and that she changed it to be Vinciguera to make her sound spanish-y-er. I don't remember as much about her Spanish teaching as I do about how she always tried to teach us life skills and integrity. Seeing as I took this class almost 5 years ago, I really don't remember it much at all.
Vakos- Spanish 1 the second time around. I remember Vakos better. She was a native speaker, and I really liked her as a teacher. She pushed us hard to really learn the skills we were supposed to be learning and I loved that about her. We didn't always get along because I had already taken Spanish 1, and seeing as I already knew all of the content of the class, I slacked off pretty hard with the work and earned A's on the tests. But either way, she was a great teacher. Always spoke Spanish in the class which is really important, especially in the first year.
Bendik- Spanish 2 and 3H. I love Senora Bendik so much. Her teaching style was similar to Vakos's. Bendik usually pushed us pretty hard too, and there was a fair amount of homework in her classes that I didn't do either. She knew the importance of constantly speaking in Spanish during class and it helped me gain the near fluency I have now. She was always willing to help students prepare for tests so long as the student put in all of the work theirself. I miss Bendik so much this year and wish she was teaching 5AP for next year.
Podway- Spanish 4H and next year I'll have her again for Spanish 5 AP. Podway is nice, but not that good of a foreign language teacher. It's safe to say that since last year, when my entire class had Mrs. Bendik for Spanish, most everybody's skills have degenerated. Podway tries her best to teach us, but the honest truth is that she puts to much faith in practicing grammar on paper instead of using it in real casual conversation. No one knows how to speak Spanish anymore because we don't speak Spanish in class. Today I tried to get us speaking casual Spanish and we did for about 5 minutes and then she got pissy with me because "[I was] the one that wanted to [speak spanish] and I wasn't even listening to what people were saying" even though I was.
Zingales- French 1. She was a pretty good French teacher. She worked us pretty hard and always said whatever she wanted to say in French before she would say it in English the second time. I think that she taught French 1 really well, and it's not her fault that after this I went to Kent state and leanred Arabic and pretty much lost all of my French skills.
Horvath- French 2H. We rarely speak French in this class. The teacher can plan the hell out of a class though, we're always moving quickly between activities. It's just painful to spend so much time learning how to read and write French (though let's be honest- I suck at both) and honestly not having any ability. She has never set aside time to just spend using the language, which is so frustrating.
Mikati- Arabic 1 and 2 at Kent. Definitely the most brilliant foreign language teacher I'll ever encounter. We speak Arabic and only Arabic in that class, and I feel like I speak as much as I should be able to at this point in my language learning. If I had any complaints about her teaching methods, I would tell you, but honestly I don't. Ustedha Fetna is the bomb.
I was just going to list a few teaching qualities for each teacher and then go back and write a full essay-type post about teaching methods that work, but I decided to just go hard with the individual. I think that the idea that about half my teachers forget is that in the long run, the objective of the class would be to be able to go to a foreign country and speak the language comfortably. The teachers who incorporate regular speaking into their curriculum always make me feel better about the language. The French accent is hard enough when you get to listen to it every day, but without anyone speaking French at me, I sound, well, American when I speak French.
Conclusion statement? I plan on being a foreign language teacher (either Spanish or Arabic, not sure which yet) and I can't wait to teach teenagers the way I know it should be done.
*yeah I know. I've already written a post about foreign language, but is one really enough? But actually, truth be told, the first post was fairly awful.
**I bolded the teachers I currently have
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Paper Towns
Well I'm already blogged out today because I wrote my post today while in the computer lab at school, but just saved it to a word document instead of emailing it to myself or just posting it. Sighhh. You'll just have to wait until tomorrow for it I guess.
GAH I KEEP HAVING IDEAS AND THEN FORGETTING THEM.
Oh I remember.
I just read John Green's book Paper Towns, and I have mixed emotions about it. On the one hand I thought it was pretty cute and funny and well written and easy to read. I didn't ever have to make myself read the book, I just did because I wanted to. That said, I'm not sure about how I feel about the ending of the book. The ending didn't make me mad or upset, I was just kind of like Oh, okay. and I shut the book and went to bed. Maybe that's because the ending actually provided closure and for some reason no other author is actually coming up with good ways to end their books. Like they write 250 pages and then just take a dump on the last chapter and publish it.
That was graphic, but necessary.
So if anyone wants to read Paper Towns, I have a copy and if you ask me I'll lend it to you. I totally recommend the book, so lemme know if you want it!
GAH I KEEP HAVING IDEAS AND THEN FORGETTING THEM.
Oh I remember.
I just read John Green's book Paper Towns, and I have mixed emotions about it. On the one hand I thought it was pretty cute and funny and well written and easy to read. I didn't ever have to make myself read the book, I just did because I wanted to. That said, I'm not sure about how I feel about the ending of the book. The ending didn't make me mad or upset, I was just kind of like Oh, okay. and I shut the book and went to bed. Maybe that's because the ending actually provided closure and for some reason no other author is actually coming up with good ways to end their books. Like they write 250 pages and then just take a dump on the last chapter and publish it.
That was graphic, but necessary.
So if anyone wants to read Paper Towns, I have a copy and if you ask me I'll lend it to you. I totally recommend the book, so lemme know if you want it!
Thursday, April 7, 2011
there are two people in the world
who will think that mine and Laura's back and forth facebook messages are shitting hilarious (sometimes fucking hilarious is just too far, ya know?) and those two people are me and Laura. But today I started reading a very popular blog called The Frenemy and the girl kind of has the same kind of bluntness that I have, but her language is beautiful and she has metaphors that make sense and everything.
Last night I was reading mine and Laura's messages (because facebook now puts all the messages into the same thread which is convenient for hilarity but would be really bad if someone found it, because that would mean they found the motherload) and I want to share with you a few things I've said, and something The Frenemy said.
"i just don't know what to do i'm so sick of not knowing whats going on [with people lately]. this is why i dont want more friends because i dont want people to realize how much they actually dont like me. i hate people, im gonna go snuggz with a cat and watch jersey shore with my dad. yeah, he records it now."
That was me last January. Remember? I guess this shows you sort of why I hate January so much.
"summer is so good for me. i honestly feel so much happier and i can feel that im just being a nicer person. like it feels better to be me than it normally does. im usually so unnecessarily and accidentally sassy and ive still been sassy, but its been under control and its simply because i'm just happier. i dunno. i dont feel like a different person exactly, i just feel like me."
This was August when I was scared of going back to school and turning into Hayley cerca January 2010. I never did go back to that though.
"I sucked in high school because everybody sort of sucks in high school. However, you should enjoy the fact that you are being a big old shithead, because it is awesome to get drunk on one Budweiser and it is awesome to be young and crappy and whiny. You just have to keep in mind one specific fact: everybody in high school is either cooler than they think they are, or less cool than they think they are."
The Frenemy said this. Comforting and lovey.
young and crappy and whiny. I love it.
Last night I was reading mine and Laura's messages (because facebook now puts all the messages into the same thread which is convenient for hilarity but would be really bad if someone found it, because that would mean they found the motherload) and I want to share with you a few things I've said, and something The Frenemy said.
"i just don't know what to do i'm so sick of not knowing whats going on [with people lately]. this is why i dont want more friends because i dont want people to realize how much they actually dont like me. i hate people, im gonna go snuggz with a cat and watch jersey shore with my dad. yeah, he records it now."
That was me last January. Remember? I guess this shows you sort of why I hate January so much.
"summer is so good for me. i honestly feel so much happier and i can feel that im just being a nicer person. like it feels better to be me than it normally does. im usually so unnecessarily and accidentally sassy and ive still been sassy, but its been under control and its simply because i'm just happier. i dunno. i dont feel like a different person exactly, i just feel like me."
This was August when I was scared of going back to school and turning into Hayley cerca January 2010. I never did go back to that though.
"I sucked in high school because everybody sort of sucks in high school. However, you should enjoy the fact that you are being a big old shithead, because it is awesome to get drunk on one Budweiser and it is awesome to be young and crappy and whiny. You just have to keep in mind one specific fact: everybody in high school is either cooler than they think they are, or less cool than they think they are."
The Frenemy said this. Comforting and lovey.
young and crappy and whiny. I love it.
MISSED THIS
Alright so like I said before, not eating dairy has SERIOUSLY cut down the options for me at my house and in my school cafeteria, and it's gotten frustrating to look for things to eat so I kind of just avoid eating all together. I mean, I pretty much developed the same feelings for eating as I already had about showers: why do you have to do it so often?
Finding food is kind of a hassle now and I need to go grocery shopping or something. I'm perpetually hungry but also I'm pretty proud of myself for maintaining to the best of my ability* this dairy-free diet.
But seeing as my stomachs been speaking the hunger language and it's a major problem (Major Problem!) since last Saturday, when I began this insanity, I was really missing that awful "ugh I ate far too much and now feel lethargic" feeling. I just haven't felt full to any extent in a week, so today I came home from school and made a blueberry pancake with soy milk instead of normal milk (didn't taste different at all.).
Now- when I say blueberry pancake, you think of a normal 6 to 7ish inch diameter, 1/2 inch thick pancake. AW HELL NAH WE GO HARD UP IN THE HARTMAN HIZZLE. What I did was cut the pancake recipe on the bisquick box in half and then make all of that batter into ONE MONSTER PANCAKE. And I feel so full and it's fairly disgusting but it feels so nice to be not hungry right now.
Yesterday I went back and calorie counted what I ate for the day and I ended up with 1029 calories, and that was definitely more than I had on Monday or Tuesday because yesterday I had a burrito bowl. On top of that, I've been working out every day so I think I need to be eating more? Maybe this lack of food is why it's been so hard to get up in the morning.
Anyways, happy April everyone! I'll probably end up posting again today unless you're lucky.
*Gah everybody I messed up. I messed up bad. Okay not that bad. Today I ate a sugar cookie (butter...) from my school's cafeteria but it was an accident and there's a long boring story about why I was socially required to eat said sugar cookie, but you don't care about that? Do you? Nope!
Finding food is kind of a hassle now and I need to go grocery shopping or something. I'm perpetually hungry but also I'm pretty proud of myself for maintaining to the best of my ability* this dairy-free diet.
But seeing as my stomachs been speaking the hunger language and it's a major problem (Major Problem!) since last Saturday, when I began this insanity, I was really missing that awful "ugh I ate far too much and now feel lethargic" feeling. I just haven't felt full to any extent in a week, so today I came home from school and made a blueberry pancake with soy milk instead of normal milk (didn't taste different at all.).
Now- when I say blueberry pancake, you think of a normal 6 to 7ish inch diameter, 1/2 inch thick pancake. AW HELL NAH WE GO HARD UP IN THE HARTMAN HIZZLE. What I did was cut the pancake recipe on the bisquick box in half and then make all of that batter into ONE MONSTER PANCAKE. And I feel so full and it's fairly disgusting but it feels so nice to be not hungry right now.
Yesterday I went back and calorie counted what I ate for the day and I ended up with 1029 calories, and that was definitely more than I had on Monday or Tuesday because yesterday I had a burrito bowl. On top of that, I've been working out every day so I think I need to be eating more? Maybe this lack of food is why it's been so hard to get up in the morning.
Anyways, happy April everyone! I'll probably end up posting again today unless you're lucky.
*Gah everybody I messed up. I messed up bad. Okay not that bad. Today I ate a sugar cookie (butter...) from my school's cafeteria but it was an accident and there's a long boring story about why I was socially required to eat said sugar cookie, but you don't care about that? Do you? Nope!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
i love nerdfighters.
Okay well I love John Green and his broski Hank and I really love the nerdfighting community and it's so frickin' adorable. For example cool nerd named HelloIAmDaniel commented on the video saying: "osmosis is water bro."
And I just lolled so hard.
Also the link for that blog he referred to is:
http://temerity-jane.com/
and it's freakin funny so go read it. the posts are pretty long but I've been laughing out loud every few seconds since I started
Okay I'm mega sorry for blogging every 10 minutes but once I get started I just don't stop!
BE10MA
Forget BEHA- I'm bringing about BE10MA
BLOG EVERY 10 MINUTES IN APRIL
Yup.
Actually what I was going to say was that when I first casually stated that I'm giving up dairy for a month, my dad was the one who was like what why? that's preposterous! and my mom was like, good idea! that's awesome Hayley!
And then yesterday I got home from work and I was like mommmmmmmm what can i eeeeaatttttt? And she was like there's pizza in the over and I was like um hello? and she was like and i was like and then he was like and I was like UGH
Sorry.
And I said, "Um, hellooooo?"
"What?"
"Mom, no dairy for me this month, remember?"
"Oh. Ugh. *scoffs, walks away*"
HEY THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT FAMILY. I AM NOW DOING THIS IN SPITE OF YOU. NOW I'M GONNA GO GET A BURRITO. EAT IT.
BLOG EVERY 10 MINUTES IN APRIL
Yup.
Actually what I was going to say was that when I first casually stated that I'm giving up dairy for a month, my dad was the one who was like what why? that's preposterous! and my mom was like, good idea! that's awesome Hayley!
And then yesterday I got home from work and I was like mommmmmmmm what can i eeeeaatttttt? And she was like there's pizza in the over and I was like um hello? and she was like and i was like and then he was like and I was like UGH
Sorry.
And I said, "Um, hellooooo?"
"What?"
"Mom, no dairy for me this month, remember?"
"Oh. Ugh. *scoffs, walks away*"
HEY THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT FAMILY. I AM NOW DOING THIS IN SPITE OF YOU. NOW I'M GONNA GO GET A BURRITO. EAT IT.
BEHA
I think I should go really hard and start a thing called blog every hour in April. Going hard, anyone else? Thoughts?
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The worst day of my entire life.
*this is about to be whiny
I was in my freshman year at WHS and seeing as I quit clarinet after 6th grade, I am not in the marching band. Not that I exactly aspire to be in the marching band, but most of my friends are and there is one week that occurs every other year that makes me want to be in the marching band more than anything. It's when the band takes an extended trip to another city in the US and has an enjoyable time touring around and performing.
Being not on the band trip should seem like punishment enough for being no good at the clarinet, but what's worse is that a lot of my best friends are in the band. Meaning that for one week every other year (it comes all to often.) I am stuck in rainy, cold, sucky Ohio, in school, without most of my best friends.
And yeah, you may have guessed it, the week of the band trip is this week.
Ugh they left last night and school today was as torturous as ever. Every time I wanted to make a joke about something stupid a teacher said, no one was there to laugh with me. Except Zazu.
But anyways, I'm better off this year than I was last year, because since freshman year I have made more friends through choir and I've made underclassmenfriends...friend as well. So it's not nearly as miserable as it was two years ago.
Anyways, that was a hell of a lot of background for what will be a pretty short and generally pointless story. Well I just remember, my freshman year the band went to Orlando and ALL of my friends were on that trip. I was pretty much just trying to get through the week, and I'm pretty sure the worst day of my life occurred on a Tuesday. I had survived Monday alright in my classes, didn't talk much, wore sweat pants no doubt, went from class to class without an issue. I was lucky because the girls I sat with at lunch weren't in band, so wasn't forced to relocate for lunch. Well like I said it was Tuesday, and it was worse than Monday. I think I got yelled at or something in choir and I probably forget some homework for science that morning. Not exactly day ruiners except for that I didn't have Laura or Sam or Riss to go and complain at. Yeah I just ended that sentence with a preposition, lemme go kill myself real quick.
I was already on edge and kind of off of my usual sunny (lol.) demeanor. I was at my locker just making smalltalk with Alec, whose books are housed in the locker next to mine. And then it happened so fast- a push, a crash, a pain on my head. Some idiot junior boy had shoved this enormous kid into the set of lockers I was standing under, and before I knew it, the metal plank lining the top of the locker had landed on my cranium, and man, it hurt. But the pain wasn't why I started crying then and there, it was because of the shock of it all. And poor Alec was standing next to me not even knowing what to do. A teacher walked by and asked what happened and all I could blubber out was "locker...fell...owhohohowwwowowowww"
I would've gotten out of class for a bit because I had to go to the principal's office and help him fill out an accident report and he called my dad to tell him what happened and that I would survive. Unfortunately for me though, when all this happened I was on my way to lunch and by the time I was finished in the office, I was on my way to my class.
After school that day I had to go to probably two separate rehearsals for the two musicals I was in (I haven't talked about my total disdain for rehearsals of that sort yet, but trust me, I will eventually). Worst. Day. Ever.
There was also the day where I broke up with my boyfriend, went to musical rehearsal and then came home and found out my grandpa had died. That sucked a lot too.
I was in my freshman year at WHS and seeing as I quit clarinet after 6th grade, I am not in the marching band. Not that I exactly aspire to be in the marching band, but most of my friends are and there is one week that occurs every other year that makes me want to be in the marching band more than anything. It's when the band takes an extended trip to another city in the US and has an enjoyable time touring around and performing.
Being not on the band trip should seem like punishment enough for being no good at the clarinet, but what's worse is that a lot of my best friends are in the band. Meaning that for one week every other year (it comes all to often.) I am stuck in rainy, cold, sucky Ohio, in school, without most of my best friends.
And yeah, you may have guessed it, the week of the band trip is this week.
Ugh they left last night and school today was as torturous as ever. Every time I wanted to make a joke about something stupid a teacher said, no one was there to laugh with me. Except Zazu.
But anyways, I'm better off this year than I was last year, because since freshman year I have made more friends through choir and I've made underclassmen
Anyways, that was a hell of a lot of background for what will be a pretty short and generally pointless story. Well I just remember, my freshman year the band went to Orlando and ALL of my friends were on that trip. I was pretty much just trying to get through the week, and I'm pretty sure the worst day of my life occurred on a Tuesday. I had survived Monday alright in my classes, didn't talk much, wore sweat pants no doubt, went from class to class without an issue. I was lucky because the girls I sat with at lunch weren't in band, so wasn't forced to relocate for lunch. Well like I said it was Tuesday, and it was worse than Monday. I think I got yelled at or something in choir and I probably forget some homework for science that morning. Not exactly day ruiners except for that I didn't have Laura or Sam or Riss to go and complain at. Yeah I just ended that sentence with a preposition, lemme go kill myself real quick.
I was already on edge and kind of off of my usual sunny (lol.) demeanor. I was at my locker just making smalltalk with Alec, whose books are housed in the locker next to mine. And then it happened so fast- a push, a crash, a pain on my head. Some idiot junior boy had shoved this enormous kid into the set of lockers I was standing under, and before I knew it, the metal plank lining the top of the locker had landed on my cranium, and man, it hurt. But the pain wasn't why I started crying then and there, it was because of the shock of it all. And poor Alec was standing next to me not even knowing what to do. A teacher walked by and asked what happened and all I could blubber out was "locker...fell...owhohohowwwowowowww"
I would've gotten out of class for a bit because I had to go to the principal's office and help him fill out an accident report and he called my dad to tell him what happened and that I would survive. Unfortunately for me though, when all this happened I was on my way to lunch and by the time I was finished in the office, I was on my way to my class.
After school that day I had to go to probably two separate rehearsals for the two musicals I was in (I haven't talked about my total disdain for rehearsals of that sort yet, but trust me, I will eventually). Worst. Day. Ever.
There was also the day where I broke up with my boyfriend, went to musical rehearsal and then came home and found out my grandpa had died. That sucked a lot too.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
this is my chem roooooom.
The shape of this classroom is from where it derives most of its other structural failure. I put numbers on this so as to possibly help describe all of the fail.
1. This is the front of the classroom. Because the walls aren't parallel and the desks are angled at the wall with windows, the only part of the board that every student in the class can see is the part I colored in yellow.
2. The desks are pushed so close together that it's impossible to walk between desks without brushing your ass against someones shoulder or kicking someones backpack. They're never in straight lines either. They're always crooked and disheveled.
3. This is my desk! I sit next to a window, which is nice, but the ONLY part of the board I can see now is the yellow part. I'll also probably never pay attention ever again because whatwith the window, the entire class sitting closer to the board than me, and sight problems distracting me. It's very sunny in there though, my right shoulder will no doubt be tanned and beautiful by the end of the quarter.
4. This is the main door and the back of the classroom.
5. This is a strange tall structure that obstructs everyone's vision from the part of the board that is located behind the tall structure. My teacher still always writes on that part of the board though.
6. This is another escape from the classroom, and it goes into the chemical storage room. It is also a little passageway from this mess of a classroom to a perfectly rectangular classroom.
I'm not complaining about the teacher of this class, I think he's a really good teacher actually. But the learning environment is frikkin terrible.
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It's tuesday!
It is so possible that I end up posting four times today. It'll likely be three though. What is BEDA doing to me?
I got the URL for another friend of mine's blog, and she's brilliant and I love it.
So you may be wondering, how is the no-dairy-April deal going? Well, it's pretty awesome so far! When I cut out dairy, that also means foods including dairy or butter or yogurt or cream or... you get it. Well that pretty much means I now have about half of the options as I did before, and most of them are healthier or rather, not junk. Also, a lot of my meals have been requiring more preparation because I can no longer simply grab a few cookies* or a chewy bar to sustain me for a little bit. I have to actually open up my fridge, find a few different things, and PUT THEM ON A PLATE in order to make a meal. Exhausting. But overall (despite the fact that I've been feeling perpetually hungry) I've pretty much been feeling all around lighter and more active. I've been eating a lot of fruit and vegetables, not so much bread, a little bit of soy milk (meh, I kind of detest the stuff), and eggs. Also stew, which has meat in it and that's probably healthy.
So yeah, I've adopted a better diet for April I guess. Along with that, I've been working out more often (I went yesterday AND the day before- astounding. What's even more astounding is I plan to go after work tonight too. Conveniently, my job is located in the same building as the gym I work out at. AWESOME.)
Funny enough though, today I opened up my fridge in search of food and I took out the milk and got a glass and poured it and then as I was bringing the glass up to my lips, I remembered that milk isn't my thing anymore! Ah, old habits die hard.
* Small confession: I never stopped grabbing chocolate chip cookies. I forgot that cookies have butter in them... damn. It was my only lapse though and I stopped and now I know better! It'll never happen again!
I got the URL for another friend of mine's blog, and she's brilliant and I love it.
So you may be wondering, how is the no-dairy-April deal going? Well, it's pretty awesome so far! When I cut out dairy, that also means foods including dairy or butter or yogurt or cream or... you get it. Well that pretty much means I now have about half of the options as I did before, and most of them are healthier or rather, not junk. Also, a lot of my meals have been requiring more preparation because I can no longer simply grab a few cookies* or a chewy bar to sustain me for a little bit. I have to actually open up my fridge, find a few different things, and PUT THEM ON A PLATE in order to make a meal. Exhausting. But overall (despite the fact that I've been feeling perpetually hungry) I've pretty much been feeling all around lighter and more active. I've been eating a lot of fruit and vegetables, not so much bread, a little bit of soy milk (meh, I kind of detest the stuff), and eggs. Also stew, which has meat in it and that's probably healthy.
So yeah, I've adopted a better diet for April I guess. Along with that, I've been working out more often (I went yesterday AND the day before- astounding. What's even more astounding is I plan to go after work tonight too. Conveniently, my job is located in the same building as the gym I work out at. AWESOME.)
Funny enough though, today I opened up my fridge in search of food and I took out the milk and got a glass and poured it and then as I was bringing the glass up to my lips, I remembered that milk isn't my thing anymore! Ah, old habits die hard.
* Small confession: I never stopped grabbing chocolate chip cookies. I forgot that cookies have butter in them... damn. It was my only lapse though and I stopped and now I know better! It'll never happen again!
I FAILED/Dream sequence
It's true I did. Last night I was on my computer and it froze and and anddddd I went to sleep without posting. Ugh.
That's okay though. I'm gonna post twice today and keep going with BEDA, because it's more of a promise to myself that I'll finish than it is to anyone else. Except Zazu, I have to do it because I got her to do it and if I quit, she would probably paint me with fruit or egg my house or something else weird like that.
Anyways though, yesterday, my PLAN was to write about how good and nice of a day yesterday was but then after today, I think I'm just going to juxtapose my Monday and my Tuesday.
Yesterday I had a fairly easy and stress-free day of school, including that my choir teacher was absent for my second choir of the day which is always a bonus. And then I came home and I was pretty tired because I hadn't eaten much that day and I also hadn't had much caffeine and it was raining beautifully so I took the best nap ever. And then I woke up and babysat a fairly adorable three-year-old (fairly? Who am I kidding- extremely adorable.) and that was nice and then I got home and spent time with my sister. And after all of those lovely times, I went and worked out too. So it was productive and well-rested and straight awesome!
And then there was today.
Everything was normal up until lunch when I got mad at Jason for calling me dumb because I kept arguing with him about something I would've SWORN I was right about, which I wasn't at all. And then I went to Law and things went as planned, you know, just watched a movie, relaxed, went to choir.
(Small side note that will make sense in time: You know how when you're dreaming, everything is scrambled and uffish and you don't know which way is up? And sometimes for me it happens that numbers really just don't make sense when I'm dreaming. Like I'll dream that I'm two people or that some people are different people and there are only 7 of them. That sentence didn't make sense, but it's a dream, so does it have to?)
So I got to choir and we warmed up and then we switch seats for one of the songs we were singing and 2nd sopranos were put in the middle of everything. I'm a second soprano. Well then my choir teacher said "I know there are only 4 of you, and this part is hard but could you please sing louder?" and I said,
"5."
"What?"
"There are five of us"
"No, two down in the first row and-"
"Three in the second row"
And Laura said "Hayley, there are only two of us in the second row."
"But. There are three!"
"No, Hayley. Just two."
And I looked over to find that Laura and I are only two people. We aren't three people. We are two.
It wasn't because there are normally three in the second row (because there are, Marissa was absent today) that I thought we were three, I was legitimately for a few seconds thinking that two was three and we were three. It was so strange. And then Veronica or somebody and Laura called me dumb for the second and third times today. Also a bug flew by my face and I thought it was a small flying dinosaur (it sounds stupid but that was my legitimate first thought) and I dodged it and said "WHOA!" And then I was laughing really hard and someone called me dumb for the fourth time today and I started crying a little. I don't know if I was crying because I was laughing so hard or because I was sad that I was stupid. I think that from my nose up I was sad and from my cheekbones down I was elated because of the hilarity and weirdness.
And back to what I said before, it didn't make sense, but it was a dream, so does it have to? What about reality. Does reality have to make at least the simplest amount of sense, or is it okay for three to be two and six to be eight and three people to be two and moths to be tiny dinosaurs and I don't understand.
Then I went to Westlake Idol and it was hilarious and is the best talent show ever.
That's okay though. I'm gonna post twice today and keep going with BEDA, because it's more of a promise to myself that I'll finish than it is to anyone else. Except Zazu, I have to do it because I got her to do it and if I quit, she would probably paint me with fruit or egg my house or something else weird like that.
Anyways though, yesterday, my PLAN was to write about how good and nice of a day yesterday was but then after today, I think I'm just going to juxtapose my Monday and my Tuesday.
Yesterday I had a fairly easy and stress-free day of school, including that my choir teacher was absent for my second choir of the day which is always a bonus. And then I came home and I was pretty tired because I hadn't eaten much that day and I also hadn't had much caffeine and it was raining beautifully so I took the best nap ever. And then I woke up and babysat a fairly adorable three-year-old (fairly? Who am I kidding- extremely adorable.) and that was nice and then I got home and spent time with my sister. And after all of those lovely times, I went and worked out too. So it was productive and well-rested and straight awesome!
And then there was today.
Everything was normal up until lunch when I got mad at Jason for calling me dumb because I kept arguing with him about something I would've SWORN I was right about, which I wasn't at all. And then I went to Law and things went as planned, you know, just watched a movie, relaxed, went to choir.
(Small side note that will make sense in time: You know how when you're dreaming, everything is scrambled and uffish and you don't know which way is up? And sometimes for me it happens that numbers really just don't make sense when I'm dreaming. Like I'll dream that I'm two people or that some people are different people and there are only 7 of them. That sentence didn't make sense, but it's a dream, so does it have to?)
So I got to choir and we warmed up and then we switch seats for one of the songs we were singing and 2nd sopranos were put in the middle of everything. I'm a second soprano. Well then my choir teacher said "I know there are only 4 of you, and this part is hard but could you please sing louder?" and I said,
"5."
"What?"
"There are five of us"
"No, two down in the first row and-"
"Three in the second row"
And Laura said "Hayley, there are only two of us in the second row."
"But. There are three!"
"No, Hayley. Just two."
And I looked over to find that Laura and I are only two people. We aren't three people. We are two.
It wasn't because there are normally three in the second row (because there are, Marissa was absent today) that I thought we were three, I was legitimately for a few seconds thinking that two was three and we were three. It was so strange. And then Veronica or somebody and Laura called me dumb for the second and third times today. Also a bug flew by my face and I thought it was a small flying dinosaur (it sounds stupid but that was my legitimate first thought) and I dodged it and said "WHOA!" And then I was laughing really hard and someone called me dumb for the fourth time today and I started crying a little. I don't know if I was crying because I was laughing so hard or because I was sad that I was stupid. I think that from my nose up I was sad and from my cheekbones down I was elated because of the hilarity and weirdness.
And back to what I said before, it didn't make sense, but it was a dream, so does it have to? What about reality. Does reality have to make at least the simplest amount of sense, or is it okay for three to be two and six to be eight and three people to be two and moths to be tiny dinosaurs and I don't understand.
Then I went to Westlake Idol and it was hilarious and is the best talent show ever.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Cowcium.
Soooo I'm a copycat. Let's just start with that. But I was reading Hayley G. Hoover's blog and she's giving up dairy products this April!
To be honest and weird, I've always been a little bit jealous of people with will power against food. I've never really had any reason to give anything up seeing as I'm not religious andddd are there any other reasons? Oh, right, dieting. Lol. Anyways. So I've kind of always wanted to test the waters of will power in the name of food, and this April, I'm doing it.
See because I'm already participating in BEDA, I already am doing something outside of my normal schedule. Once I get over the hump of leaving the normal Hayley realm, it's easier to add in more things to a new way of living, so not eating dairy shouldn't be too difficult. I read an article on the subject of dairy(I know- Hayley, shouldn't you have read several articles on it? Yes, probably.) and truth be told- it's not exactly necessary to your diet and it's not always healthy either.
Milk companies make it seem like calcium can only come from cows- if that were true, it would be called cowcium. Get it?
And now you know. I wasn't going to tell anyone about this little April resolution, but now that I'm into and having fun with it, I figured I might as well share with the class. Okay well this was short but I did include a joke, so bonus points?
To be honest and weird, I've always been a little bit jealous of people with will power against food. I've never really had any reason to give anything up seeing as I'm not religious andddd are there any other reasons? Oh, right, dieting. Lol. Anyways. So I've kind of always wanted to test the waters of will power in the name of food, and this April, I'm doing it.
See because I'm already participating in BEDA, I already am doing something outside of my normal schedule. Once I get over the hump of leaving the normal Hayley realm, it's easier to add in more things to a new way of living, so not eating dairy shouldn't be too difficult. I read an article on the subject of dairy(I know- Hayley, shouldn't you have read several articles on it? Yes, probably.) and truth be told- it's not exactly necessary to your diet and it's not always healthy either.
Milk companies make it seem like calcium can only come from cows- if that were true, it would be called cowcium. Get it?
And now you know. I wasn't going to tell anyone about this little April resolution, but now that I'm into and having fun with it, I figured I might as well share with the class. Okay well this was short but I did include a joke, so bonus points?
Saturday, April 2, 2011
4/2 and existentialism... something new and exciting, eh ?
spring awakening and catcher in the rye and rationing and fake deaths and real deaths and korean movies.
I'm listening to the music from Spring Awakening right now. That sentence says a lot more than you think, because even though I kind of grew up in the Musical Theater genre of life, I was never really into the music for any lyrical or content related reasons. So the fact that I grew out of my musical theater phase but I still listen to Spring Awakening says something. Spring Awakening is a revolutionary musical because it is so relatable for teenagers, and it will be like that forever. Spring Awakening is to musical theater as Catcher in the Rye is to books.
I keep thinking about when I clicked on "Left Behind" while sharing an iPod with my friend, and she told me to turn it off. It's one of those memories that makes me want to throw something. I hate that gut wrenching reality that hits you in a 5 second exchange of words.
I wish I had pictures to show you of all the memories I'm sharing right now, but I don't.
I came up with another memory tonight as well after I got home from the film festival, about a fake death. Faking one's own death is a cruel trick to play, and it is again one of those gut wrenching moments of reality worth detesting. I remember when I was visiting a friend in another state. For ease of story-telling, we'll call my friend Shelby and we'll call the girl who faked her death Kate. I wouldn't have had any idea who Kate was when Shelby told me that Kate died, except for that I remember Shelby telling me that she really really didn't like Kate. Shelby is an agreeable and sensible person, so her distaste for Kate was surely validated.
Anyways, Shelby came home from volleyball practice one day and she started crying. I asked her why, and she told me that Kate had gotten in a abad car accident and was dead. I looked at my friend and I couldn't fathom the torture and confusion of her feelings at that moment. Kate's death made Shelby feel guilty for speaking ill of her. Shelby cried when the person she liked the least of anyone died only because she knew her. Death, though we all picture it black, is the most transparent of all the things to be. Death shows us who we are.
We found out a few hours later that Kate was totally full of shit and had done the whole thing herself by stealing her brothers phone and texting a few people. It was pretty selfish of her to do that, and I'm sure that she lost a few people's trust and friendship after that stunt, but I can't help but thinking that maybe these people learned a small lesson in humanity. Maybe not that they loved Kate afterall because they cried when they thought she was dead, but that they should treat people in general as best as they can because you don't know what will happen tomorrow.
I've been feeling so existential lately I guess because I'm a suburbian teenager, but it's more of the hopeful existentialism than the "we are born we kill trees and then we die" sort of existentialism.
I'm really bad at telling stories and then having a conclusion that says something. By the time I'm done speaking or typing out what I'm trying to say, I usually forget where I was going with it in the first place.
Last night I saw a movie at the film festival called Man from Nowhere and it was like Taken with Liam Neeson only twice as badass and one hundred percent more Korean.
"You live for tomorrow. I live for today. People who live for tomorrow get fucked by people who live for today." -Man from Nowhere
I'm listening to the music from Spring Awakening right now. That sentence says a lot more than you think, because even though I kind of grew up in the Musical Theater genre of life, I was never really into the music for any lyrical or content related reasons. So the fact that I grew out of my musical theater phase but I still listen to Spring Awakening says something. Spring Awakening is a revolutionary musical because it is so relatable for teenagers, and it will be like that forever. Spring Awakening is to musical theater as Catcher in the Rye is to books.
I keep thinking about when I clicked on "Left Behind" while sharing an iPod with my friend, and she told me to turn it off. It's one of those memories that makes me want to throw something. I hate that gut wrenching reality that hits you in a 5 second exchange of words.
I wish I had pictures to show you of all the memories I'm sharing right now, but I don't.
I came up with another memory tonight as well after I got home from the film festival, about a fake death. Faking one's own death is a cruel trick to play, and it is again one of those gut wrenching moments of reality worth detesting. I remember when I was visiting a friend in another state. For ease of story-telling, we'll call my friend Shelby and we'll call the girl who faked her death Kate. I wouldn't have had any idea who Kate was when Shelby told me that Kate died, except for that I remember Shelby telling me that she really really didn't like Kate. Shelby is an agreeable and sensible person, so her distaste for Kate was surely validated.
Anyways, Shelby came home from volleyball practice one day and she started crying. I asked her why, and she told me that Kate had gotten in a abad car accident and was dead. I looked at my friend and I couldn't fathom the torture and confusion of her feelings at that moment. Kate's death made Shelby feel guilty for speaking ill of her. Shelby cried when the person she liked the least of anyone died only because she knew her. Death, though we all picture it black, is the most transparent of all the things to be. Death shows us who we are.
We found out a few hours later that Kate was totally full of shit and had done the whole thing herself by stealing her brothers phone and texting a few people. It was pretty selfish of her to do that, and I'm sure that she lost a few people's trust and friendship after that stunt, but I can't help but thinking that maybe these people learned a small lesson in humanity. Maybe not that they loved Kate afterall because they cried when they thought she was dead, but that they should treat people in general as best as they can because you don't know what will happen tomorrow.
I've been feeling so existential lately I guess because I'm a suburbian teenager, but it's more of the hopeful existentialism than the "we are born we kill trees and then we die" sort of existentialism.
I'm really bad at telling stories and then having a conclusion that says something. By the time I'm done speaking or typing out what I'm trying to say, I usually forget where I was going with it in the first place.
Last night I saw a movie at the film festival called Man from Nowhere and it was like Taken with Liam Neeson only twice as badass and one hundred percent more Korean.
"You live for tomorrow. I live for today. People who live for tomorrow get fucked by people who live for today." -Man from Nowhere
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