And Yet Another Conversation. With Myself. (Is anyone else worried??)

So....how's it goin'?

Gut...Und du?

Gut. I have a Stats test tomorrow.

Oh yeah?

Yeah. I'm not really prepared though.

Why?

Because I'm blogging when I should probably be studying.

Bianka!!

I know. It's terribly unlike me.

Yes. Yes, it is. It's horribly disappointing.

Well, you know, life is just tiring right now.

I know what you mean.

I can only imagine.

No, you have no idea what it's like.

Fine. Be that way.

I will.

Hmm....so how's psychology?

Ridiculous. I sit in the back and listen to Dan's raffish language and his escapades concerning contraband materials. It's very exciting. We had to fill out another Scantron because apparently the machine was being stupid. Even after we finished the sheets, I still got twelve more points added to my score due to errors made by Bonner and the machine.

Really?

Yeah, it took my grade from a B- to an A-. I'm OK with that.

Well you should be...

I know. I would be a bit worried if I wasn't. Someone mentioned at lunch that it would be better to not have a 4.0 when taking hard classes, such as AP's. I agree-it takes off the pressure.

Yeah. It'd be great.

Right??? Today Volanksy told me my essay started out great but then got worse towards the end. I know it's true and yet it still made me a teensy bit sad. It happens with almost everything I write except for short, descriptive stories. Why is that?

I'm not sure.

I just suck at writing. I've come to accept the fact that I'm solidly mediocre. I'm OK with it-never been one extreme or the other. I hate it when other people edit my writing. I can't help but think, "I know it stinks. Just tell me that and let's be over." I mean, before she even finished the whole thing she told me I was a great writer. Once she was done she was like, "Uhh, could I take that back?" Sure, Mrs. Volanksy, sure. No problem!

Well. I'm sorry.

Yeah, you should be.

Don't you just hate how life is full of gaucheries?

Yes. And you know what else I hate? The fact that I haven't received my word of the day from dictionary.com in three days. It makes me sad. My inbox is so empty anymore.

I know!

And did you notice what was in there a few days ago?

Yeah....weird. Totally unexpected.

And you were coping so well.

Whatever. That's all I have to say.

Why does that bother you so much?

I DECAY. It bothers me that it bothers me. Did that make sense?

No.

Why am I asking you?

Who knows?

This should probably stop.

Yes. Probably.

Maybe this titivated your blog, if even just a little bit.

You know what I just thought of?

What?!?

An Autumn/Halloween theme blog layout. (Andrea?) :D

That would spruce things up.

Frazzled

I have millions of questions in my head right now, shooting quickly across my mind regardless of whether I know the answer or not.

It's mostly, "Why?"

Why me?

Why you?

Why are you doing this?

But you just can't ask.

I don't understand it. At all.

I have a feeling it really shouldn't be bothering me this much.

((And yes this was equivocate.))

Is it Really that Hard?

Really, John Edwards, really?

Is it that hard?

You just have to have an extra-marital affair during your run for the presidency, then deny it?

Then you admit to it later and consider announcing yourself the father of her child?

Just to name a few... Mark Sanford? John Ensign? Bill Clinton? Eliot Spitzer? What's your excuse, I mean really?

What are we going to do with these politicians? Don't they think about the reparations their affair will have on their family? Their career? Their overall credibility?

Don't they realize they're in a legally binding relationship?
Don't they have feelings for others?

Whether it's extra marital affairs in Argentina, prostitution scandals, or a stunt like Roman Polanski...Someone isn't thinking....

Reason #16

Reason #16 why Iceland continues to be the best:

Emiliana Torrini.

First off, her name is stellar.

Secondly, she has good music (if you're not Andrea :)

Thirdly, she's from Iceland. How many other Icelandic music artists do you know of? Yeah. That's right.

None.

The Swim Team

OK so I'm not really sure why I did swim team this year. I really enjoy it but it cuts in on my time for other school related things, such as QUIZ BOWL. This is NOT good.

But seriously.

I'm not even that great of a swimmer. But lately on the swim team, some girls have been...not the nicest, to say the least.

I hate girl-drama. It's ridiculous and totally blown out of the water. But seriously?

So these girls have been... competing to be captains next year. They're just being ridiculous. They plan things without the other juniors and they don't include me, a lowly JV swimmer, in on what's going on. This concerns me, too. The least you could do is tell me what's going on. They just take charge. (Is it just me? I don't know.)

It's so stupid. I really dislike how some of the varsity swimmers talk down to me. Because I'm a JV swimmer? I'm quiet at practice and to be honest, I think some of the swimmers associate my quietness with a lack of intelligence.

But in the end, who cares? Is it really going to matter that you were swim captain? No. So let them compete and be petty about a superfluous detail in their transient high school career.

Question:

So on my next birthday I'm turning the same age as the day I celebrate my birthday.

I figure, this only happens once in a person's life.

Should I have a party-type thing?

I was considering murder mystery or something like that.

Please place input in the comment section.

*Just because you comment does NOT guarantee an invitation to my party-type thing.

:P Just kidding!

Yeah

So it's been a long time.
But that's OK. It's not like much has happened.
It's not like I took on another tutoring student which makes three for me now.
It's not that I'm captain of the Varsity A quiz bowl team.
It's not like Capuano is ticked at all the JV swimmers who come to practice more to socialize as opposed to actually swimming.
It's not like I'm failing AP Stats.
It's not like I found out some hilarious news a few days ago.
It's not like I'm almost regretting doing swim this year.
It's not like I've decided that I want to become quiz bowl president next year. (Bring it, Peter!)
It's not like AP Lang is taking over my blog.
It's not like this is an extreme usage of anaphora.

But yeah, not much has happened.