I almost forgot.
I almost forgot. And this time I'm surprised 'cause I remembered earlier today and decided to wait until the night to write and boom, I forgot.
On Thursday I had my first ballet class. It went well. Not that I didn't expect that. I mean, ballet isn't something that attracts me, but I admire it. So what, I admit I liked the class. Perhaps because the teacher is so nice. She even asked who definitely did not like ballet and I raised my hand and it was all good.
Now on the other hand, the stuff I need is expensive!
On Saturday I went to the RC to supposedly help with the cleaning but it was cancelled or something and instead this really unpleasant lady was teaching, or rather critisizing, how to take blood pressure. I suck at it. But there I was, stuck. When I decided to tell Mari that I wanted to leave, and used as an excuse that my gums were swollen, my voice cracked horribly. She is nice enough to say that I could leave. But gosh that was so embarrassing.
It wasn't even hurting. I even opened my mouth to her! Gaah!
I'm sure she thought I was gonna cry or somehting.
I've established a rule for myself: I can ONLY read on weekends.
I'm not sure what kind of effect this will make.
I found a really goo YouTuber, JazzyBum. She's British and funny, and while watching her vids I came across a recent one that was a school stuff giveaway. I entered. Today, the winner was announced. I did not win.
On that same day I entered a handful other giveaways. Gotta wait.
Oh, on Wednesday I had my first College Orientation class. I'm hoping to start my college applications soon. I'm hoping Ms. Sarah will help me. I'm hoping.
Oh, about the physics teacher. Well, he's still kinda cute but his accent is just WAY too obvious. I'm still impressed by him; he's smarter than I thought, and I thought he was pretty smart, but I take back what I said about "not having trouble paying attention in class". Yes, I'm being judgmental, but in class, he tries too hard and that annoys me, (although you'd never see me admit it). I even scolded Benjamin for laughing at him. I said that I was disappointed in the girls for laughing to his face (yes, they do that, thinking he doesn't notice)and that hearing them snicker and mock him, I think less and less of them, including him. That shut him up.
And today, he told us about all the titles and jobs he has, and shut everyone up, (I wish).
I'm so over this. I'm so over high school. Sometimes I think I can't take it anymore. Their giggles, and stupidity, and obnoxiousness. It's annoying. I just want to learn. And maybe I think this way because I don't have friends. How does it all come down to that fact? I don't have friends.
But still. I can't wait for University. I wanna go, go, go.
I'm dreaming, thinking, doing. And my enemy is time. Can't I just bend time so that I'm graduating already, scholarship to UBC in my pocket, dreams to be thought and done in the other?
I wish the shortest point between two points wasn't a straight line.
My mom says the wrong things all the time. Makes the most hurtful comments and not even notices they hurt me.
I told them how I joined the student council elections committee. I had wanted to share how I thought of actually postulating for president but I decided against when my mom said I wouldn't have won 'cause I'm not likeable. Wow. And this isn't even the most offensive thing she's said to me.
When I'm not reading, I'm reflecting on the fact that I don't enjoy my life. That's why I read and I know I've said it before and I'll keep saying it until I don't need to say it anymore: I read to escape my reality; I daydream to escape my reality; I fantasize to escape my reality.
On Thursday I had my first ballet class. It went well. Not that I didn't expect that. I mean, ballet isn't something that attracts me, but I admire it. So what, I admit I liked the class. Perhaps because the teacher is so nice. She even asked who definitely did not like ballet and I raised my hand and it was all good.
Now on the other hand, the stuff I need is expensive!
On Saturday I went to the RC to supposedly help with the cleaning but it was cancelled or something and instead this really unpleasant lady was teaching, or rather critisizing, how to take blood pressure. I suck at it. But there I was, stuck. When I decided to tell Mari that I wanted to leave, and used as an excuse that my gums were swollen, my voice cracked horribly. She is nice enough to say that I could leave. But gosh that was so embarrassing.
It wasn't even hurting. I even opened my mouth to her! Gaah!
I'm sure she thought I was gonna cry or somehting.
I've established a rule for myself: I can ONLY read on weekends.
I'm not sure what kind of effect this will make.
I found a really goo YouTuber, JazzyBum. She's British and funny, and while watching her vids I came across a recent one that was a school stuff giveaway. I entered. Today, the winner was announced. I did not win.
On that same day I entered a handful other giveaways. Gotta wait.
Oh, on Wednesday I had my first College Orientation class. I'm hoping to start my college applications soon. I'm hoping Ms. Sarah will help me. I'm hoping.
Oh, about the physics teacher. Well, he's still kinda cute but his accent is just WAY too obvious. I'm still impressed by him; he's smarter than I thought, and I thought he was pretty smart, but I take back what I said about "not having trouble paying attention in class". Yes, I'm being judgmental, but in class, he tries too hard and that annoys me, (although you'd never see me admit it). I even scolded Benjamin for laughing at him. I said that I was disappointed in the girls for laughing to his face (yes, they do that, thinking he doesn't notice)and that hearing them snicker and mock him, I think less and less of them, including him. That shut him up.
And today, he told us about all the titles and jobs he has, and shut everyone up, (I wish).
I'm so over this. I'm so over high school. Sometimes I think I can't take it anymore. Their giggles, and stupidity, and obnoxiousness. It's annoying. I just want to learn. And maybe I think this way because I don't have friends. How does it all come down to that fact? I don't have friends.
But still. I can't wait for University. I wanna go, go, go.
I'm dreaming, thinking, doing. And my enemy is time. Can't I just bend time so that I'm graduating already, scholarship to UBC in my pocket, dreams to be thought and done in the other?
I wish the shortest point between two points wasn't a straight line.
My mom says the wrong things all the time. Makes the most hurtful comments and not even notices they hurt me.
I told them how I joined the student council elections committee. I had wanted to share how I thought of actually postulating for president but I decided against when my mom said I wouldn't have won 'cause I'm not likeable. Wow. And this isn't even the most offensive thing she's said to me.
When I'm not reading, I'm reflecting on the fact that I don't enjoy my life. That's why I read and I know I've said it before and I'll keep saying it until I don't need to say it anymore: I read to escape my reality; I daydream to escape my reality; I fantasize to escape my reality.