Pre-Calculus, YES it is rocket science.

OK. This is one of my few strong dislikes. I absolutely hate, with a passion, all things numerical. honestly, I'm never going to find the cosine angle of the adjacent perimeter of the point-slope isosceles triangle. this is ridiculous. I'm purposely going to look for a career that involves NO mathematics whatsoever.
I'm never going to understand how someone can find even an ounce of joy from math. once you learn how to add, subtract, multiply and divide-- you're set. . . i realize I'm throwing a hissy fit over something that is inevitable but it just feels so damn nice to vent. i practically squirm at the mention of a calculator and cringe at a glance of a textbook.
                               
Math just seems like an annoyance to me, a bump in the road really. It seems like there's this elite math society somewhere out there. They all comprehend math and speak it like it's their first language. And I sit here, on the sidelines, bitter and jealous-- hoping that someday I could be just like them. When it comes time to doing the math I'm just about the most pessimistic hard-headed person I know. I'm sure it's as painful to watch me attempt at math as it would be to sever your hand. Typing two paragraphs about why I hate math has only reassured me of my belief-- math sucks. But maybe some good came out of it. I realized that even I have to admit when I see someone produce some elegant solution to a complex problem in a matter of seconds it leaves me so impressed, that I wish I understood more of it.

 

Somehow this reminds me of Ms. Gray :b

Sorry to break it to ya, BUT . . .

There IS indeed a such thing as a stupid question. Stupid questions are the ones you have not fully thought about yourself, the one’s you let bypass your inner wait-a-second-am-I-retarded? filter and fly straight out of your mouth without even having the courtesy to check in with common sense before taking off. That is all.

People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.                         -Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

        

Grammer: You Know What I'm Saying?

So like, recently, I caught the end of a Mike Epps comedy special on my television set, you know what I'm saying? And like, at the end of the show, they were interviewing one of the persons in attendance that night, you know what I'm saying? This individual, while speaking to the cameraman, had the following to say:

"Yo! Mike Epps brought that shit tonight, you know what I'm saying?"

"Yo! He straight sold this bitch out, you know what I'm saying?"

Upon hearing the individual's question, I was forced to internalize whether or not I knew what he was saying, you know what I'm saying?

Now let's take a look at this video from Kenyon Martin — NBA superstar. He too, has a profound level of compassion, and this truth is highlighted in his desire to ensure that the interviewer "knows what he's saying." In fact, he asks the interviewer if he "knows what he's saying" 15 times in a 58 second interview!
Do people hear themselves when they talk?
this is almost as bad as having to listen to one of Miley Cyrus' interviews. The girl somehow manages to say 'like' and 'ya know?' in every other sentence. This leads me to wonder: What's wrong with America? And why can't anybody speak properly??

when someone compliments me:

'cus I am- you are- we are- exceptional yeah exceptional'

There's something magical about a Disney song. I'm not sure what it is exactly but (in my opinion) they're all absolutely special. I think they're brilliant pieces of art. I know most teenagers will probably think I'm ridiculous for believing this but hey it's my opinion. I like how a simple Hannah Montana song can cheer me up when I'm feeling blue. I like how a Camp Rock or High School Musical song can describe everything I'm feeling. I love how Selena Gomez can sing about love and put things into a new perspective. The theme song to that new show- Ant Farm is so inspirational and I think that this is precisely the sort of songs that children should be listening to. Not all that rap/hip-hop crap. Granted, there are good artists out there. I do have some more 'explicit' songs on my ipod but that isn't what I'm trying to get at. I'm not saying that my ipod is chalk full of Disney songs but there is more than. . . the average teenagers (maybe more than the average fifth graders too).


I think that children should appreciate their youth and not try to grow up so quickly. Disney songs, I believe, are the best influence-- on anybody. The messages that a Disney song possesses can do everybody some good. But I guess it isn't the 'cool' thing to do. What a shame. Well I'm nearly 17 and I'm pretty gosh darn proud to say that I will always like Disney. Any song that can change your mood in a matter of seconds is pretty amazing. Almost magical really.  

"I, I love you like a love song baby"

I love her. This ought to be declared the worlds catchiest song.

Not to sound pessimistic, . . . BUT. . .

So I have this silly dream. Ok-- the word 'dream' sounds a tad dramatic. So maybe I oughtta have used the word 'desire'. . . Nope that sounds just as corny. But you get the idea--

So Junior year I want to run for student government again. Last year I ran for class secretary against Adrienne Dzurick and let me tell you it was not fun. I was so paranoid and nervous I would lose. Next year I want to run for class vice president but I don't know if I can do it.

I'm in dire need of some motivation. I really want this but I don't know if I'm up for the competition.
That's all I wanted to say, a penny for my thoughts I guess?

*credit to Mar for inspiring this pointless tid bit of my thoughts.

Where's my stressball??!

I realize I'm blogging on this god-forsaken blog like a mad man but at this rate, I'm so bored I don't really care. I need to VENT!

I was just talking to a friend, Rimsha (are you happy now?) and we were just talking about stress. Lovely.
It's hard to believe that only 2 years ago I was looking into what high school I was interested in attending. But it's even harder to believe that in less than 2 years I would have already applied to college. Time's going by too fast! I feel like an old woman going through a midlife crisis and I'm only 16!

This is mad. I have like 8 colleges and universities picked out but that doesn't ease any stress. Add worrying about college onto PSATs, SATs, IB, AP classes, FLVS, dual enrollment, CAS hours and reading assignments! I've reached the point where I wana crawl into a dark corner of my house and rock myself to sleep. crying.

SEE, it's junk like THIS that I have silver (NOT GRAY!) hair. I'm content thinking that those 2 stupid SILVER hair strands are genetic and not a sign of aging. But if my life continues like this I'll end up having a freaking STREAK of SILVER (not gray, mind you!) hair. ugh!

Life would be a HELL lot simpler if I were dumb. Like Santaluces kids. I'm almost jealous of them. I'd be partying on weekends, hanging out and living out normal teenage years. But no, I just HAD to go and be some over achiever. Now I spend my summer days doing math, stressing over my future and falling asleep with books in my bed.

This crap better pay off. Those lucky S.O.B.'s better be working for ME someday. Cus to be honest, THIS is what I feel like doing sometimes.

simply put.

all hail the talking conch!

 

sounds like me when i'm dieting.

I don't know whether I'm amused or depressed. . .

THIS lovely little link is the core of my conflicting emotions:

http://scienceblogs.com/isisthescientist/2010/10/so_you_want_to_get_a_phd_in_en.php

Sure, it was entertaining. Until I realized how depressing it was as well. Unfortunately (for me), I was planning to persue a career in something that does not involve numbers, math or science. (yes, I know I'm closing the doors to lots of opportunity but) I'd rather spend my life herding sheep then doing math.

I was planning on majoring in English, or Literature, Journalism or Creative Writing. But this stupid video is making me question my dreams. Well, no. I love English-- it's just depressing to be reminded that IF I decide to do some long track career in this that I would be spending just as much time in school as a future lawyer or doctor would.

I'm not complaining but my happy go lucky perspective on this is slightly lower than it was 15 minutes ago, before I watched this video. I mean I wasn't expecting it to be a stroll in the park, but still. After watching this my facial expression sorta looked like this ---->   -____-

N.Y. legalizes gay marriage

After days contemplation and debate New York became the sixth and largest state in the U.S. to legalize gay marriage, breathing life into the national gay rights movement that had stalled over a nearly identical bill here two years ago.

This is fabulous! Change has to start somewhere, right? Today New York-- tomorrow Kansas! HA! Like THAT would ever happen. Well I for one am abolutely thrilled. Finally some justice! And now Neil Patrick Harris can get married  : )

"We always treat our homosexual brothers and sisters with respect, dignity and love" said a Catholic Bishop on Friday. I highly doubt that but hey, whatever he says- right? Well now he sorta has to respect it. Along with every other narrow minded-bible preaching-redneck in America. JUSTICE HAS BEEN SERVED.