Because my brain is on exam overload and - just for now - can think about NOTHING BUT BIOLOGY, here is a rap about cells which I have pieced together from my unfairly long Genetics unit in my Biology class:
Life uses energy to keep its state
Reproduces, evolves, makes waste
Cells use mitosis to procreate
IPMAT, watch the chromatids differentiate
Why you gotta hate on how cells mate?
It's not up for debate
Mitosis, meiosis, and the DNA percolates
Into our bodies to decide our fate
Determined by thymine and a nitrogen base
Biology can't satiate my brain's estate
But this exam makes me hate that life creates
Such a difficult mandate
'Cause now I gotta learn and regurgitate
All this stuff about why we are animate
When all my brain wants to do is
De-de-de-deactivate
Ahem. So, yes. If you thought you had a chance at the Nerdiest Rap of the Year award, you are sadly mistaken. I have clearly stolen the show. See you after exams, if I am still capable to put together thoughts and write sentences at that point. Otherwise, I bid you farewell, worthy blogosphere! Wish my godspeed on my trip into academic impossibility.
Iris
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Zombies, Unicorns and Snowy Days
Hello, all!
You see, I am capable of being regular with my blog if I put my mind to it! It's only been about a week since my last update; I'd say that's pretty commendable. *mini happy dance*
All right, so I just finished my first week back to school, and it was unpleasant to say the least. Everyone was distraught over having lost their Christmas break, which evaporated into the air like so much grey smoke. This caused people (*coughcough* me *coughcough*) to be very irritable and snappy. Combined with having to wake up at 6:30 again (shudder), I got braces on this week. And no matter what any orthodontics veterans may tell me, they are painful. They feel awkward in my mouth, they make my teeth feel sore, I can't bite into, well, anything, and I feel uglier than a naked mole rat with them on. So that has played a number on my mood. Also, exams are creeping on us faster than ever, and I feel thoroughly unprepared.
HOWEVER. I know that in my last post I made an ongoing goal to be more positive, so I will try - at least in my blog - to do this. Now, since I don't have the ability to actually convince myself that anything is going positively right now, I will opt for the easier solution - complete and total unacknowledgment of anything negative, accomplished through a powerful dose of self-denial.
So! On that note, I will write about the NICE and HAPPY things that surround me right now, starting with my recent used book purchases. While I said that I wanted to read Walden in the new year, I've been sidetracked by a couple of other books: Don Quixote, The Marvelous Land of Oz and the book I'm reading right now. It is called Zombies vs. Unicorns.
Zombies vs. Unicorns is an anthology spawned by a group of young authors who started an internet meme which asked which was better: the zombie or the unicorn. Many authors were very strongly on one side or another, and they recently came together to write short stories arguing their side. I am Team Zombie, for those of you who are wondering. However, I'm able to stomach the unicorn stories, of which my favourite so far is Diana Peterfreund's "The Care and Feeding of Your Baby Killer Unicorn" (the fact that it's a killer unicorn really ups the interest for me). My favourite zombie story is, by far, Maureen Johnson's "The Children of the Revolution," which is horrifyingly creepy, but amazing.
And more news in the area of positivity: snowy days are finally here! I am not a particular fan of snow; I don't like to shovel, I don't like wet socks and I don't like big bulging jackets that make me look like the Michelin Man. However, as the weather in Canada becomes milder and milder, I have realized that I am seeing global warming occur before my eyes. It's worrying, to say the very least, and when a snowy day the likes of which I am used to finally arrives, I have a moment of relief. The soft, white fluff covering the quiet streets this morning seemed to me a promise of hope: all is not lost. This is reversible, and redemption is possible. Our legacy does not have to be that of a violent civilization whose greed ultimately consumed it. We can be more than that, and I am determined to help my generation become more than that. Because really: without snowy days, how are we supposed to justify drinking three mugs of hot chocolate?
Until next time.
You see, I am capable of being regular with my blog if I put my mind to it! It's only been about a week since my last update; I'd say that's pretty commendable. *mini happy dance*
All right, so I just finished my first week back to school, and it was unpleasant to say the least. Everyone was distraught over having lost their Christmas break, which evaporated into the air like so much grey smoke. This caused people (*coughcough* me *coughcough*) to be very irritable and snappy. Combined with having to wake up at 6:30 again (shudder), I got braces on this week. And no matter what any orthodontics veterans may tell me, they are painful. They feel awkward in my mouth, they make my teeth feel sore, I can't bite into, well, anything, and I feel uglier than a naked mole rat with them on. So that has played a number on my mood. Also, exams are creeping on us faster than ever, and I feel thoroughly unprepared.
HOWEVER. I know that in my last post I made an ongoing goal to be more positive, so I will try - at least in my blog - to do this. Now, since I don't have the ability to actually convince myself that anything is going positively right now, I will opt for the easier solution - complete and total unacknowledgment of anything negative, accomplished through a powerful dose of self-denial.
So! On that note, I will write about the NICE and HAPPY things that surround me right now, starting with my recent used book purchases. While I said that I wanted to read Walden in the new year, I've been sidetracked by a couple of other books: Don Quixote, The Marvelous Land of Oz and the book I'm reading right now. It is called Zombies vs. Unicorns.
Zombies vs. Unicorns is an anthology spawned by a group of young authors who started an internet meme which asked which was better: the zombie or the unicorn. Many authors were very strongly on one side or another, and they recently came together to write short stories arguing their side. I am Team Zombie, for those of you who are wondering. However, I'm able to stomach the unicorn stories, of which my favourite so far is Diana Peterfreund's "The Care and Feeding of Your Baby Killer Unicorn" (the fact that it's a killer unicorn really ups the interest for me). My favourite zombie story is, by far, Maureen Johnson's "The Children of the Revolution," which is horrifyingly creepy, but amazing.
And more news in the area of positivity: snowy days are finally here! I am not a particular fan of snow; I don't like to shovel, I don't like wet socks and I don't like big bulging jackets that make me look like the Michelin Man. However, as the weather in Canada becomes milder and milder, I have realized that I am seeing global warming occur before my eyes. It's worrying, to say the very least, and when a snowy day the likes of which I am used to finally arrives, I have a moment of relief. The soft, white fluff covering the quiet streets this morning seemed to me a promise of hope: all is not lost. This is reversible, and redemption is possible. Our legacy does not have to be that of a violent civilization whose greed ultimately consumed it. We can be more than that, and I am determined to help my generation become more than that. Because really: without snowy days, how are we supposed to justify drinking three mugs of hot chocolate?
Until next time.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Ongoing Goals for the New Year
Ah, hello friends. *waves hand shyly* Haven't seen you all in a while...
All right, now I know I haven't written in here for...WOW, geez...a long time, but today is the first day of a new year! It's 2011, people, and while I believe that New Year's resolutions are terrible things which set you up for failure, I do have some ONGOING GOALS which I'd like to accomplish in the new year. The first, of course, is that I write more often in my blog. Even if no one ever reads it, I think it's important for me to establish some kind of consistent writing schedule. One can't spend all their writing time on school work; I mean, there's only so much I can say about sinoatrial nodes, hydrocarbons, and imagist philosophy before I lose my mind. I need to keep my sanity and make time for FREE WRITING on my blog. I really do think that's important (translation: if you haven't written in your blog for a while either, you should probably take my goal into consideration. Just a thought ;)).
Of course, that is not the only ongoing goal I have for 2011. I would also like to:
1. Lose twenty pounds (pounds as in fat, not British money)
2. Read Walden
3. Finish the school year with a 95% average (I'm pretty sure this is an exclusively Canadian way of grading, so, to clarify, a 95% is an A+)
4. Finish TNIW (If you're confused, just read "An Update", my second blog post)
5. Complete a SECRET PROJECT (so secret that even the blogosphere *gasp* - yes, even YOU! - cannot know about it)
6. Start and hopefully complete driving lessons
So, those are my ongoing goals for the New Year. I may or may not update you on how I'm progressing with them, depending on whether or not I actually make any headway. If you don't hear any more mention of my ongoing goals, I've probably forgotten or failed miserably at them. Of course, that's not to say that I WILL. Hmm, maybe a positive attitude would help in actually achieving my goals this year. I should probably add that to the list...
7. Be more POSITIVE!
Well, that's it, that's all. Those are my goals. And what are yours? Please feel free to share, all the best 'til next time, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!
All right, now I know I haven't written in here for...WOW, geez...a long time, but today is the first day of a new year! It's 2011, people, and while I believe that New Year's resolutions are terrible things which set you up for failure, I do have some ONGOING GOALS which I'd like to accomplish in the new year. The first, of course, is that I write more often in my blog. Even if no one ever reads it, I think it's important for me to establish some kind of consistent writing schedule. One can't spend all their writing time on school work; I mean, there's only so much I can say about sinoatrial nodes, hydrocarbons, and imagist philosophy before I lose my mind. I need to keep my sanity and make time for FREE WRITING on my blog. I really do think that's important (translation: if you haven't written in your blog for a while either, you should probably take my goal into consideration. Just a thought ;)).
Of course, that is not the only ongoing goal I have for 2011. I would also like to:
1. Lose twenty pounds (pounds as in fat, not British money)
2. Read Walden
3. Finish the school year with a 95% average (I'm pretty sure this is an exclusively Canadian way of grading, so, to clarify, a 95% is an A+)
4. Finish TNIW (If you're confused, just read "An Update", my second blog post)
5. Complete a SECRET PROJECT (so secret that even the blogosphere *gasp* - yes, even YOU! - cannot know about it)
6. Start and hopefully complete driving lessons
So, those are my ongoing goals for the New Year. I may or may not update you on how I'm progressing with them, depending on whether or not I actually make any headway. If you don't hear any more mention of my ongoing goals, I've probably forgotten or failed miserably at them. Of course, that's not to say that I WILL. Hmm, maybe a positive attitude would help in actually achieving my goals this year. I should probably add that to the list...
7. Be more POSITIVE!
Well, that's it, that's all. Those are my goals. And what are yours? Please feel free to share, all the best 'til next time, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Monday, October 25, 2010
Halloween
Halloween is drawing near. It's never been my favourite holiday. There's something about the tinsel and snow of Christmas that can't be beat by kids in cheaply made costumes who take my candy. I mean, really. Which would you pick? (I ask this, of course, assuming you are not a five-year-old child, in which case the day on which you get to take candy from your neighbours is the best day of the year).
Still, I have a soft spot for the spooky fun of Halloween. Especially because, this year, I will be spending it with friends, having the living s**** scared out of me by various horror movies. I've never been a true horror fanatic, but I can stomach it, and it's fun when you're amongst good company. We have been trying to decide for a while which movies to watch for this get-together, and I have heard many, many summaries of different movies, all of which I apparently "have to see."
Now, I'm sure all the movies I have heard about have their own merit and are worth watching, but all this talking about horror movies has got me thinking about why we love horror so much. Why do we love scaring ourselves senseless? Why do we want to believe that there are truly horrible things - ghosts, werewolves, ax/chainsaw/fishing-hook -murderers - lurking just beyond our range of sight? It's kind of a counter-intuitive thing for a species to want to do, but I've come to the conclusion that horror movies are, in fact, much more comforting than they appear.
We want to believe in the paranormal, the gruesome, the unknown, for the same reason we want to believe in religion. Because if there is not the possibility, however slight, that there IS something hiding from us in the shadowy corners of a remote forest, something we could never even imagine, then what is there? There is just this, just what we know. There are trees all grouped together in a night poorly lit by the moon. There's no excitement in that; there is nothing to believe in. If there are no ghosts (or demons or gods, etc.), then all that happens after we die is that our bodies decompose in the ground and we are slowly, eventually, forgotten. If there are no demons, then there are just people who do bad things, not because they are inherently evil, but because there is something deeply wrong with the way their brains function - something that could happen to any of us, given the right circumstances.
People need to believe that there is something more to life than just what we can see, because what we can see is not movie-worthy, most of the time. It's standing in line at the grocery store and being $.50 off for a cup of coffee after waiting in line for fifteen minutes. It's having to clean up with a pounding headache and noticing obscure stains on the shirt that you JUST PUT ON five minutes ago. Most of the time, our lives are not note-worthy. If something terrible or scary does happen, it's not thrilling. It's sad and awful, and full of the tears of those close to the victims.
And there has to be, just has to be, more than that.
Still, I have a soft spot for the spooky fun of Halloween. Especially because, this year, I will be spending it with friends, having the living s**** scared out of me by various horror movies. I've never been a true horror fanatic, but I can stomach it, and it's fun when you're amongst good company. We have been trying to decide for a while which movies to watch for this get-together, and I have heard many, many summaries of different movies, all of which I apparently "have to see."
Now, I'm sure all the movies I have heard about have their own merit and are worth watching, but all this talking about horror movies has got me thinking about why we love horror so much. Why do we love scaring ourselves senseless? Why do we want to believe that there are truly horrible things - ghosts, werewolves, ax/chainsaw/fishing-hook -murderers - lurking just beyond our range of sight? It's kind of a counter-intuitive thing for a species to want to do, but I've come to the conclusion that horror movies are, in fact, much more comforting than they appear.
We want to believe in the paranormal, the gruesome, the unknown, for the same reason we want to believe in religion. Because if there is not the possibility, however slight, that there IS something hiding from us in the shadowy corners of a remote forest, something we could never even imagine, then what is there? There is just this, just what we know. There are trees all grouped together in a night poorly lit by the moon. There's no excitement in that; there is nothing to believe in. If there are no ghosts (or demons or gods, etc.), then all that happens after we die is that our bodies decompose in the ground and we are slowly, eventually, forgotten. If there are no demons, then there are just people who do bad things, not because they are inherently evil, but because there is something deeply wrong with the way their brains function - something that could happen to any of us, given the right circumstances.
People need to believe that there is something more to life than just what we can see, because what we can see is not movie-worthy, most of the time. It's standing in line at the grocery store and being $.50 off for a cup of coffee after waiting in line for fifteen minutes. It's having to clean up with a pounding headache and noticing obscure stains on the shirt that you JUST PUT ON five minutes ago. Most of the time, our lives are not note-worthy. If something terrible or scary does happen, it's not thrilling. It's sad and awful, and full of the tears of those close to the victims.
And there has to be, just has to be, more than that.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Thoughts
Hello all.
I don't have much time to write tonight, and yes, I realize I haven't been very consistent with my blogging, but I have been very busy! Still, I am trying to be more punctual with post updates by blogging more FREQUENTLY, even if the posts are OF THE MINI SIZE.
So, I've had a bit of a trying week. My schoolwork has gotten very hard, very fast. In some ways, I relish it (we are learning about verb structure in Latin, which, as a dork, I find very exciting. Also, I am tickled pink about our poetry unit in English - can you believe that for five years, my school's senior english teachers have not felt it necessary to have a poetry unit? Shame.) But then again, I am also an adolescent, and straining my brain goes against my natural impulses, so the mind-bending formulae we are learning in my Chemistry class have me hyperventilating in anticipation for the test. Formulae: i iz doin' dem wrong.
And I realize that schoolwork is not an excuse for not blogging, but there you have it. That is the best I've got. A few exciting things have happened since I last updated, though. (Well, exciting for me. You may find them utterly inconsequential, but I hope I can make it a little bit interesting for you). The most important thing is that I have recently been accepted as a volunteer for my community's humane society! This is very exciting for two reasons: one, I love animals and have been rejected as a volunteer from every other pet clinic/rescuce/store in the region, so this ACCEPTANCE is very new and thrilling for me. Secondly, having experience working with animals is something that will become very important for me if I pursue becoming a veterinarian (which I think I will).
The second important thing, which happened just a few hours ago, was that I read a blog post by the endlessly fabulous Libba Bray, a Young Adult author whose blog breathes life back into the blogosphere. I intend to write a more full reply to it when I get the chance, but for now, I'll just post the link for those of you who might be interested in checking it out. It'll be worth your while, trust me, especially if you are a soon-to-be or recent high school graduate.
So, without further ado, here is the link! : http://libba-bray.livejournal.com/58659.html
See you soon!
I don't have much time to write tonight, and yes, I realize I haven't been very consistent with my blogging, but I have been very busy! Still, I am trying to be more punctual with post updates by blogging more FREQUENTLY, even if the posts are OF THE MINI SIZE.
So, I've had a bit of a trying week. My schoolwork has gotten very hard, very fast. In some ways, I relish it (we are learning about verb structure in Latin, which, as a dork, I find very exciting. Also, I am tickled pink about our poetry unit in English - can you believe that for five years, my school's senior english teachers have not felt it necessary to have a poetry unit? Shame.) But then again, I am also an adolescent, and straining my brain goes against my natural impulses, so the mind-bending formulae we are learning in my Chemistry class have me hyperventilating in anticipation for the test. Formulae: i iz doin' dem wrong.
And I realize that schoolwork is not an excuse for not blogging, but there you have it. That is the best I've got. A few exciting things have happened since I last updated, though. (Well, exciting for me. You may find them utterly inconsequential, but I hope I can make it a little bit interesting for you). The most important thing is that I have recently been accepted as a volunteer for my community's humane society! This is very exciting for two reasons: one, I love animals and have been rejected as a volunteer from every other pet clinic/rescuce/store in the region, so this ACCEPTANCE is very new and thrilling for me. Secondly, having experience working with animals is something that will become very important for me if I pursue becoming a veterinarian (which I think I will).
The second important thing, which happened just a few hours ago, was that I read a blog post by the endlessly fabulous Libba Bray, a Young Adult author whose blog breathes life back into the blogosphere. I intend to write a more full reply to it when I get the chance, but for now, I'll just post the link for those of you who might be interested in checking it out. It'll be worth your while, trust me, especially if you are a soon-to-be or recent high school graduate.
So, without further ado, here is the link! : http://libba-bray.livejournal.com/58659.html
See you soon!
Monday, October 11, 2010
Valentino Wonders
Hello again, blog. Haven't seen you in a while. Why haven't I seen you for so long? Good question. Well, it seems that my teachers have taken it upon themselves to cleverly plan all their major tests so that I have a test and/or quiz EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR OVER A WEEK. The teachers, I think, find this VERY FUNNY. I can just see them now, eating doughnut holes and laughing in their secret faculty lounge, watching footage of me breathing into a paper bag outside the school building. They find my misery AMUSING.
But, alas, there is nothing the teachers can do to stop Thanksgiving from rolling around. Every year it comes, and all the children reflect upon the blessings that have been bestowed upon them, and on the wonderful family that they love, and - aw, screw it. We love having Mondays off. Unfortunately, as a kind of f-u to the day off we've been given, some of my teachers like to give us tests on the TUESDAY WE RETURN, so that we are forced to study during our holiday. Despite this nasty little trick of my teachers', I've managed to have an excellent long weekend.
Firstly, I spent the entire weekend in Toronto, which is both one hour and an eternity away from the suburbs in which I live. I wore nice dresses and went out to the movies, saw pretty things in nice stores, and ate out - a lot. My dad doesn't see me very often, and I guess he just wanted to make our Thanksgiving together special. Well, it was. But not for the heartwarmingly mushy reasons that it should have been, I'm afraid. No, this weekend, I saw something the likes of which I have never seen. I have never fallen more completely in love with anything before in my life.
I walked into David's, the most ridiculously expensive shoe store in Toronto, and came upon these shoes: http://www.chiq.com/valentino/peep-toe-lace-couture-dorsay-pumps Now, I would've been more than happy to give up a limb for these things, but the fancy store manager probably wouldn't have had much use for a detached arm. Other than that, the only way I could have obtained those perfect pumps would have been by buying them. But, oh shoot. I forgot my $905 (tax not included) that I usually spend on shoes in my OTHER PURSE.
Anyways, since I don't own a chain of fast-food restaurants, the only thing I could do with the Valentino wonders was try them (even that was hard to do - I was afraid they might crumble at my clumsy, cheap touch) on and stare adoringly. When we left the store, my father told me that if I studied really hard and became a lawyer, I could go back there someday and buy those shoes. And that's when I asked myself: would I ever give up my passion, the thing that, for me, validates existence, that gives me hope and makes me happy...for shoes, however amazing?
Never.
Not even if you paid me $905 plus tax.
But, alas, there is nothing the teachers can do to stop Thanksgiving from rolling around. Every year it comes, and all the children reflect upon the blessings that have been bestowed upon them, and on the wonderful family that they love, and - aw, screw it. We love having Mondays off. Unfortunately, as a kind of f-u to the day off we've been given, some of my teachers like to give us tests on the TUESDAY WE RETURN, so that we are forced to study during our holiday. Despite this nasty little trick of my teachers', I've managed to have an excellent long weekend.
Firstly, I spent the entire weekend in Toronto, which is both one hour and an eternity away from the suburbs in which I live. I wore nice dresses and went out to the movies, saw pretty things in nice stores, and ate out - a lot. My dad doesn't see me very often, and I guess he just wanted to make our Thanksgiving together special. Well, it was. But not for the heartwarmingly mushy reasons that it should have been, I'm afraid. No, this weekend, I saw something the likes of which I have never seen. I have never fallen more completely in love with anything before in my life.
I walked into David's, the most ridiculously expensive shoe store in Toronto, and came upon these shoes: http://www.chiq.com/valentino/peep-toe-lace-couture-dorsay-pumps Now, I would've been more than happy to give up a limb for these things, but the fancy store manager probably wouldn't have had much use for a detached arm. Other than that, the only way I could have obtained those perfect pumps would have been by buying them. But, oh shoot. I forgot my $905 (tax not included) that I usually spend on shoes in my OTHER PURSE.
Anyways, since I don't own a chain of fast-food restaurants, the only thing I could do with the Valentino wonders was try them (even that was hard to do - I was afraid they might crumble at my clumsy, cheap touch) on and stare adoringly. When we left the store, my father told me that if I studied really hard and became a lawyer, I could go back there someday and buy those shoes. And that's when I asked myself: would I ever give up my passion, the thing that, for me, validates existence, that gives me hope and makes me happy...for shoes, however amazing?
Never.
Not even if you paid me $905 plus tax.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
An Update
I've been very busy with school lately, so I haven't had time to write much of anything lately, let alone anything in my blog. It's sad but true; polarity, electron affinity, Poe, Latin derivatives and a whole bunch of other very smart-sounding information has replaced my blog in the last two weeks.
Today, however, something miraculous has happened. I have showered, cleaned my face, done my homework and worked out for an hour and I STILL HAVE half an hour left over in which I can just...sit!
It's a pretty weird feeling already, and the summer ended less than a month ago.
Anyways. I knew I'd been neglecting my blog, and for the sake of keeping up some sort of writing regime (because, who are we kidding, English class does little in the way of teaching people how to write - senior year of high school and people are still confusing "your" and "you're") I have decided to write in here ONCE MORE. The only problem is that aside from posting poorly written, meandering poems about butterflies, I don't have much to say. I guess I'll just summarize my school year so far, for the sake of having everything that's going on with me organized in my mind:
Firstly, I have four classes this semester: Latin (III), Chemistry, English and Biology. I'm interested in all those subjects, and so far they're all going well. I like some teachers better than others, but nothing too horrible has happened yet. Trust me; you will know when something horrible happens.
Secondly, I am currently juggling five extra-curriculars (soon to be six, HOPEFULLY seven) and I have made a promise to myself that I will NOT join any more extra-curriculars this year, so as not to overwork myself. Although, damn, those school newspaper sign-up sheets do look tempting.
Thirdly, it has become too dark and wildly erratic, weather-wise, to run consistently. For this reason I am going to be swimming several times a week so that I can hopefully get that freaking arrow to go to the left on the scale.
Fourthly, I am sporadically but surely continuing to write my novel (which shall henceforth be referred to as That Novel I'm Writing, or TNIW) and I am going to put aside a solid chunk of time this weekend to just write - to put down all my ideas and hope that some of them stick.
Finally, I think it is a testament to my dedication to language and the written word that right now, when I could be sleeping, I am writing this post. I am DELAYING SLEEP because I want to keep up a regular writing schedule. Do you know how big a deal that is for me? Anyhow. I think that this proves how ridiculously committed I am to this silly writing thing. So in summary, be happy this post even exists! It takes a very determined brain to work when it is this tired.
And now, I'm off to catch some shut-eye. See y'all.
Today, however, something miraculous has happened. I have showered, cleaned my face, done my homework and worked out for an hour and I STILL HAVE half an hour left over in which I can just...sit!
It's a pretty weird feeling already, and the summer ended less than a month ago.
Anyways. I knew I'd been neglecting my blog, and for the sake of keeping up some sort of writing regime (because, who are we kidding, English class does little in the way of teaching people how to write - senior year of high school and people are still confusing "your" and "you're") I have decided to write in here ONCE MORE. The only problem is that aside from posting poorly written, meandering poems about butterflies, I don't have much to say. I guess I'll just summarize my school year so far, for the sake of having everything that's going on with me organized in my mind:
Firstly, I have four classes this semester: Latin (III), Chemistry, English and Biology. I'm interested in all those subjects, and so far they're all going well. I like some teachers better than others, but nothing too horrible has happened yet. Trust me; you will know when something horrible happens.
Secondly, I am currently juggling five extra-curriculars (soon to be six, HOPEFULLY seven) and I have made a promise to myself that I will NOT join any more extra-curriculars this year, so as not to overwork myself. Although, damn, those school newspaper sign-up sheets do look tempting.
Thirdly, it has become too dark and wildly erratic, weather-wise, to run consistently. For this reason I am going to be swimming several times a week so that I can hopefully get that freaking arrow to go to the left on the scale.
Fourthly, I am sporadically but surely continuing to write my novel (which shall henceforth be referred to as That Novel I'm Writing, or TNIW) and I am going to put aside a solid chunk of time this weekend to just write - to put down all my ideas and hope that some of them stick.
Finally, I think it is a testament to my dedication to language and the written word that right now, when I could be sleeping, I am writing this post. I am DELAYING SLEEP because I want to keep up a regular writing schedule. Do you know how big a deal that is for me? Anyhow. I think that this proves how ridiculously committed I am to this silly writing thing. So in summary, be happy this post even exists! It takes a very determined brain to work when it is this tired.
And now, I'm off to catch some shut-eye. See y'all.
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