You and I both.

Summer is essentially over. How this came to be so, I have no idea. Time is a funny thing. We don’t realise it when we have it, but when it’s scarce, we miss it. Time confuses me, angers me, puts me off balance. I wish there was more of it, and less of it. Time shortens life. It controls our every move. It dictates people’s lives, with no care or bother. Appreciate time, because it will slip from your hands faster than soap and water. Time has a way of making us more anxious, stressed, and downright pissy. If we had an endless amount of time, there wouldn’t be a worry in the world. We would have an infinite lifetime and could do what we pleased. But if that were so, our overcrowding would be much worse. Time keeps things in order, as much as I hate it, it does the world some purpose.

Everyone’s leaving. My handful of same-aged friends are all I have left. Everyone else, my tennis friends, newspaper friends, random friends, are all off to college. As happy as I am for them, I’m a tad bit frustrated that they have to leave while I’m stuck in Garland for another year. I know when it’s my time to leave and adventure off into college-land I won’t think twice about who I’m leaving behind, so I really can’t blame everyone’s enthusiasm. I just enjoy being selfish when it comes to people I care a ton about. The people that I’m going to miss aren’t just everyday ordinary average people. They’re the ones that inspire and help others, bring joy to every room they enter and have some sort of effect on people around them (sometimes not such a positive vibe). Not having them around is going to make me feel lost and adjusting to their non-presence is going to be a huge task, which is why I have to occupy myself so I won’t even have a split second to realise how badly I miss them. And to everyone whose leaving– screw you all.

(It’s easier to be mad at people than to actually miss them).

I FREAKING DID IT.
Not society’s version of “it” but ‘it’ as in the Invisible Children screening! Over two months of hardwork, stalking, bothering and harassment has led me to success! October 1 at 6 pm in Naaman’s big gym is where the event will be held. It will be life altering, and everyone and anyone should go, no matter what age. Put that date in your planner, people! The amount of effort and time I put into this is much more than anything I’ve ever done, so I’m slightly proud of my work, but it doesn’t end here. There’s still a lot more I have to do for this screening, plus I’m helping another friend with planning a huge charity concert for Invisible Children. It is something you definitely do not want to miss, so stay posted for that information!

My class schedule is a bit messed up because of conflict with scheduling. I feel like all the core classes all happen at the same time. Quite frustrating, and it has created a lack in a science course. However, I have fillers like Creative Writing and Partners in PE and senior release of course. It goes something like this for first semester:

A Day: AP Econ, AP Stats, AP English V, Photojournalism
B Day: Senior Release, Creative Writing, Newspaper, Varsity Tennis

(For 2nd semester, replace Photojournalism with AP Psych, and Creative Writing with Partners in PE)

Pretty easy for the most part. I just hope the new stats teacher isn’t a moron.

 

The Tank is gone (RIP baby). I now have an ’09 Versa. Its better for the environment I guess, but I miss the Tank more and more everyday. On the rare occasion that this phenomenon can actually happen, tears streamed from my eyes for a good twenty minutes whilst sitting in the tank at the car dealership that day, right before I handed them the key that brought me so much jubilation. New cars really stink, because I have to be ‘safe’ and ‘areful’ with it. The Tank let me do as I pleased, and people would run into me and I wouldn’t get even a scratch. It was like a miracle vehicle. But now, it is probably waiting for its death at an impound lot. This summer has forced me to let go of far too many things. Unfair to the fullest.

With a few deets that should be left unsaid, I will venture off into an abyss of The Odyssey and Data Sheets.

Don’t forget,
-Oct 1
-6 pm
-Naaman’s big gym
BE THERE. Please.

If you’re out there.

Relationships at an age like mine are never easy, or even necessary. This is the age where we are learning, experiencing new things and getting to know ourselves. So why tie yourself down with another person? I understand the need of having someone there for you, being there for someone else, having intense feelings of care or just not wanting to be alone. But with kids our age, and yes we are still very much kids, they don’t know what they really want. Unless you think a relationship will turn into marriage, why put forth all the energy and time to end up with such harsh heartache? It has always been a mystery why people have this desperation to be able to call someone their significant other. I admit I used to want that Hollywood love story but in reality, teenage love stories do not happen. Dating around is fine, but serious relationships while still in high school seem to only distract, upset, cause drama and unneeded problems. I would for one rather enjoy my last year of high school without another person dragging me along. If someone is forutnate enough to find someone who supports them and makes them better then good for you but since that is one in a million of high school students that happens to, then for the rest I have to say just stop playing this stupid game of having a different boyfriend/girlfriend every two weeks. You really, honestly, completely look like a moron.

This past week has been a blur. I believe in being busy, for it is essential in order for one to not go mad with boredom, but I am one of those people who enjoys doing nothing but watching some good tele, reading or listening to music. Just sitting and doing nearly nothing. It gives me greater joy than most other things. Yes some may think this type of person as a “loner” or a “loser” or “boring” but you know what I have to say to that? Screw you all. And with school starting in a few weeks, this loner time is vital. So if I ignore some of you or just reject a hangout time, it is because I,
1) want to be by myself
2) have other plans
3) despise you to a large extent

However I will not say which of the three reasons are for each person, I’ll leave that up to y’all to decide.

DART workers are stupid. If my license says I’m seventeen, then it should be known I am a student since being a dropout is illegal. Therefore, if I do not have a student ID, it can be implied from my license that I am a student. Basically, I was on DART with some friends a few days ago and we got our tickets checked twice that day which is a rare occurence. I of course got the free reduced/student pass because, well, I’m a student. The first DART worker looked at my ticket and didn’t question me. The second lady however, asked for a student ID and I explained that my d-bag of a school doesn’t just give out student ID’s because they like to be difficult and makes us pay a ridiculous amount of money for a simple ID that should be free of charge. I show my license which I explained above, and thought it would make sense if the nice lady could do some simple math. But no, she threatened to write me a ticket but rested with a verbal warning. Lady, at least I bought a ticket and I wasn’t lying. I don’t look over the age of 21 and for crying out loud, I was with other people of the same age. That incident made me ridiculously angry. How about asking the stoner holding a mysterious brown bag for his ticket!

Besides the frustrating train event, my friends and I were able to admire the fabulous animals of the Dallas Aquarium. I love that place. I went last summer (by myself like a little weirdo) and it seemed to have gotten better. Watching the sharks being fed was phenomenal. The penguins being fed were not as exciting, but nonetheless freaking adorable. The jaguar and ocelot were away in hiding which was disappointing since last time I was up close and personal with the jaguar. After our excursion in the man-made rainforest, we walked over to Corner Bakery and enjoyed our lunch in peace. A stop at Cityplace for Paciugo and then Mockingbird for some Urban Outfitting ended the day. I do have to say, people are stingy with water. Angelika Theatre workers have some sticks up their unmentionables.

Anyway, I enjoy that the Dallas Museum of Art has free Tuesdays the first of every month. My sister and I spent many hours looking at all the art and discussing the pieces (a particularly long conversation about the Mayans and Etruscans). After awhile, it became art overload. That place is just massive, but not as huge as some London museums that I’ve been to. Those are literally never ending.

I love a good book. I mean a book where I can rememeber the details and characters and complete storyline, like “Life of Pi” or “A Long Way Down.” Right now I’m reading a piece by Elliot Perlman called “Three Dollars” and it just makes me chortle at how much a fiction book can influence someone. I enjoy non-fiction books which can seem to affect me more than fiction, but when a fiction book sparks new ideas, then I know the author isn’t just like any other writer. This novel has also been made into a film, and I’m skeptical on watching it after I finish reading it, but it may need to happen. I hope “Mythology” which I need to start reading, has this kind of marvel to it.

SCHOOL IS IN 18 DAYS.
I will be a senior. How strange.