1950's

Not only was it a great decade that produced wonderful films noir, it has some great names. ON You Can't Call It "It", the author listed several names, boys and girls, that were popular in the 1950's. Here are my favorites, because you guys really want to know.

Alfred

Beverly

Bruce

Constance

Clarence

Clyde

Dorothy

Edith

Frederick

Gordon

Irene

Jaqueline

Kent

Lawrence

Leon

Lois

Loretta

Marion

Paul

Vivien

Walter

[Pioneer] Trekking

I'm leaving this century. For real and temporarily of course. Oddly enough, I'm somewhat excited. It should be very interesting pulling a handcart, wearing stifling pioneer clothes, and being on food rations.

And for the record, I don't really appreciate it when I tell/told people about this trek and they laugh or they scoff at the idea.

I Blame Samantha

I blame Samantha.

Yesterday, I visited her awesome blog and watched Hank Green's newest song about Father's Day. I liked it so I thought to myself, "Hmm. Maybe I'll go see some other Hank Green/John Green videos." So I went to Youtube and went to the Vlog Brothers page.

I spent the next three hours watching videos made by the Green brothers. They were full of awesome, nerdfighting, and the evil baby orphanage. They were also full of John Green's rather colorful interpretations on world (political) events.

So thank you, Samantha. I got a rather severe headache from staring at the screen for too long and I am now addicted to their videos. Maybe not addicted, but they are highly entertaining.

The End

The school year has ended. I've been anticipating summer but since yesterday when school ended, I don't want it to end. I like the orderly schedule of school and seeing the people there every day. Weird as it is, I like the work and the dedication school gives me.

So, yes, I don't want the school year to be over.

What will I miss?

AP Euro and absolutely everything, except the terms, about it.

Seeing Saniya every day.

Herr Baldwin('s rants about who knows what).

Ms. Parker getting really excited about mitosis, carrying capacity, and cell structures.

Quiz bowl every Tuesday and Thursday.

Seeing Peter!

So this summer I'm tutoring, life guarding, reading until my eyes hurt, camping, Cedar Point?, and studying for quiz bowl. I'm also using a passport.

We'll see how it goes.

Moscow

Dancing House, Gehry

I really want to go to Moscow. And Prague.

In Prague, they have this crazy building by Frank Gehry, who is a great architect. He's like the European version of Frank Lloyd Wright. Plus, both the cities have great historical aspects. However, the cheapest I could find for a flight ticket was $1,207. Maybe when I'm rich and older. (hahaa)

Lifeguarding

Today was an epic day at life guarding.

A guy had a seizure in the pool. At first I wasn't sure what was happening, I just saw this dark blob at the bottom of the pool. However I assumed that he could swim because a) he was an older kid, and b) he was in the deep end. So I didn't really think much about it. But then these people at the other end of the pool started yelling for help. The other lifeguard there with me, Rae, got into the pool before I did. I got the backboard and first aid kits. However, the two people at the end of the pool who had called our attention actually got him out of the pool and started administering CPR. Apparently they both work in the hospital and see that kind of stuff every day. I just stood there, watching them and feeling helpless. A bystander had called 911 so the EMS, firemen, and police were all on their way. 

It all happened so fast. The whole time I felt so helpless but I suppose the people who had really saved him were more experienced than I was. But still I suppose I did all I could. 

I had to file the report and answer a bunch of questions. It didn't help that Rae kind of broke down. She was crying and everyone kept asking us if we were OK. It was actually nothing new. I've seen seizures before but I guess Rae hadn't. 

I guess what I really learned from this experience was to be more alert and focus more. Hmm. 

So yeah, pretty exciting/scary I guess. 

A Theory

I have this theory that when someone writes something down, it's like seeing a little part of their brain. The part that doesn't come out very often but is stowed away in the back. When you write it down you share it with the whole world. It's like learning something about someone that you never knew. I think you can deduce so much from some one's writing. (But I feel like that's common sense and yes I felt like stating it.) 

Like me, for example. You can tell I'm very random, uncreative, and I love Sims and art. You basically know me as well as the majority of people. 

I also think too much. Sometimes I drive myself crazy with my thoughts. Like Pericles. 

Really, Bianka, Really? 

*Wow. You fail.

Maybe this is why I'm just a little weirded out that ***war read my blog. I'm not necessarily weirded out, but it's kind of odd thinking about it. No, I'm weirded out. 

*In reference to my stating that he was a Greek sculptor at Nationals and forgetting about Phidias and Praxiteles. Yes, that is a failure for me.