Apparently, if you eat a large quantity of skittles, you get sick. Guess I should remember that from now on.
That's all for now
Well, I turned in my big 100 point assignment in English class (the one I'm failing). I think I wrote a really great story, although I had to slice it down some so that it fit the length specifications of the assignment.
With this recent assignment, coupled with my 100% improvisational speach, and my upcoming 75 point speach, Maybe I'll get a C in the class. The speach is something I'm looking pretty damn optomistic on, thanks to my natural talent for speaking in front of large groups of people, even if I don't know anything about the topic (this time, I know as much abo0ut the topic as is humanly possible). And, today (technically yesterday) I got a fortune cookie that said, and I quote: "Your talents will be recognized and suitabley rewarded."
Yarr, so that's Hope, and Fortune cookies. Feel free to comment, be jealous of how great I am ;), or just feel sorry for me over my terrible grade in the class.
I'll see y'all later.
Well. Aparently I was quite wrong about the whole breaking up thing, as was made abundantly clear to me today. So now I don't have an overwhelming sense of depression hanging over my head.
Unfortunately, we have kept this relationship a secret from everyone, and it was all going fine unil about two months ago, my best friend tells me that he likes this girl, and that I'll never guess who it is. *sigh* Well, I did, it was, unbeknownst to him, my girlfriend. So he still knows nothing, but all of a sudden he has taken it into his head that he should tell her what his feelings are, and is asking for my opinion.
So my options are rather limited. I can either tell him to go for it, and set him up for failure, or I can tell him to not, and have him repress his emotions. This a fun choice.
On an unhappier note...
Apparantly, I'm not out of the frying pan just yet (and I thought all I had to deal with was the fire). You all recall the rotten whore of a student teacher I was raving about, well, it looks like my focus teacher wants to "talk" to me.
Generally I don't know what the hell talk means, but with Mrs. Deal it sounds like you are going to be in deep shit no matter what it really is. For example, one day, Mrs. Deal told me that she wanted to talk to me. I spent the whole day in a worried daze, unable to concentrate on anything, and when focus rolled around, all she wanted was for me to help her move so0me stuff for the dance, and she had in fact told her entire focus that she wanted them in her room, not just me.
The whole point is that even though when she "wants to talk to me" I always assume the worst, I have reason to beleive that I am not going to be very happy tomorrow.
Anayways, Happy Saint Patricks day all, thanks for listening.
Bleeker Street:
Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank
Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Hides the shepherd from the sheep
Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Smiling faces try to understand
I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
On Bleecker Street
A poet reads his crooked rhyme
Holy, holy is his sacrament
Thirty dollars pays your rent
On Bleecker Street
I head a church bell softly chime
In a melody sustainin'
It's a long road to Caanan
On Bleecker Street
Bleecker Street
This is probably my favorite song ever. It's depressing, deep, and good to just listen to. I feel like posting something not at all about me, that's why this is here.
So my girlfriend and I have been going out for a month and a half (roughly) and now I am not sure whether it's over, or not. She hasn't said anything, or even hinted, but it seems like we are a lot less close all of a sudden.
I really haven't got a clue on what I'm supposed to do. I mean, if I was going to end a relationship (something I hope I never have to do, seeing as it always makes me look like a complete jerk, or a complete idiot) I would really do it. Of course, I find it rather hard to be mad at my girlfriend, seeing as she is my girlfriend.
'Course, looking deeper into my anger, I discover I really am pissed off at something else entirely. I would be torn up for a long while if she dumped me, but I wouldn’t be angry. I am really pissed with my retarded student teacher. I honestly think she should never be allowed near a child of any sort.
I go to a science and tech magnet school, and if your GPA is below a 3 they kick you out. I have never failed a class in my life, and now, I have a 38% F.
I try harder in that class then in any other, but still, my grade DROPS!!!!!
Getting deeper to the source of my depression and anger...
I am a really short step away from being a compulsive liar. I lie about anything for kicks. (I don't lie to my family, and only lie to my friends about my past) But, since I have always believed that you must have at least something you don't compromise, I have never told a lie about being sorry. That is my uncompromised principle.
Throughout the quarter, she (my student teacher) has asked me things like "how do you like the class", and true to form; I have always lied and said yes.
Finally, I got so fed up with it all that I said "you know, I like you as a person, but I hate your class. With a passion.
I find out that my real English teacher has told my focus teacher (focus=homeroom=study time), who controls whether or not I am in my school next year, (BTW I love my school, and will probably swallow every chemical I have if I get kicked out) that I had been intolerably disrespectful, and that he (who had liked me before) didn't think he wanted me back next year.
So, in the interest of saving my ass, I said that I was sorry, and had been having a god awful day that day (which is true), and that i hadn't meant it.
So now I have lied about being sorry.
On top of that, I really am a bad person. My one redeeming quality is that I stand by what I believe in. I don't compromise my positions on stuff (including my positions on my friends). When I told her that I like the class, I was lying. But when I said that I hated her class, I told the truth, and by doing that, I established that as a position, and by apologizing, I compromised that one too.
This probably doesn't sound that bad, but I really do stand by my positions (I still say that Clinton never had an affair, and nobody agrees with me on that), and it really kills me that I have abandoned this one.
Anyways, I'm probably coming off as a real teenage drama, idiot. So, I'll shut up now.