Camisado December 17, 2008
Listening to Camisado right now by Panic! At the Disco….
I wanna shoot muhself! =/
So, today I had a research paper due in English class, right? And…I hadn’t done it. Really any of it. Wanna know why? ‘Cause I’m a procrastinator, OK?! There. However, this project SUCKED!
I chose vegetarianism being a better, more wholesome way of life as my topic. Duh. I chose it because I feel passionate about the topic…yadda yadda yadda…but also because I know my stuff on this topic and could easily write a simple research project on the topic and get a good grade.
Wrong.
My teacher, Mr G., added in a few…more difficult and STUPID parts of the essay. First thing was that we had to not only argue for our point but against it also. Not hard for me because if you read my vegetarianism post then you know that I can dispprove a lot of the arguments against vegetarianism. The real curveball was this: we were only alowed to use SIX FACTS in the whole essay- three supporting and three disproving. How am I supposed to write a research paper with only three supposrting facts…??? That’s like…in the nutrition paragraph I would say “according to blah blah blah vegetarians don’t get enough protein,” but then I have to have 4-5 more sentences of my own oppinion/elaborating on this fact. Erm, ok? Then I go to the supporting fact: “Blah blah vegetarians get enough protein from yadda yadda yadda,” right? Wrong. ‘Cause I can’t add 5 MORE sentences to that and then cal it a full paragraph on the nutrition facts of being a vegetarian!!
The next HUGE problem is that we have to get at least one fact from each of the three databases he gave us that the school provides. You know, Gale, Proquest, and SIRS. Reliable sources apparently. Problem is, they suck. They don’t give you any really good info!! And we were ONLY allowed to get research from these three places – no Google, no books, no nothing. It’s BS!!
I hate my teacher. You know what? He cane take his effing essay and shove it up his a**!
>:(
I’m not happy…
On the bright side I think Brenden still likes me… ♥
~Airolyn
P.S.) SHINDIG!!!!!!!! Where we shall be shindignified :D
Future…? July 8, 2008
Another school assignment because I wanted a happy-ish post as a precursor to the horribly s***y one I’m gonna probably add later about how f****d up my day was…
We had to write as if we had gone into the future, found our future selves, and then told them what not to change about us/them. I went more on the story route, lost track of what I was doing, and never finished. Oh well, I like it anyway! (ISH!!)
Alos, to help you read this thing, you may want to highlight what you are reasing and then move down line by line to keep your place because it ended up so spaced apart! Just an idea!
Journal Entry #3
So. So so so so so…well, here’s the dealeo: I found this time thing-er-ma-bob. It was just sitting there. In the backyard. Steaming. I think it fell from the sky. Or something. I’m really not sure. But, like…I figured what the heck or hay or whatever it is you people still say and thought, “Ooh! Let’s go… to the future!!” and all that jazz. So…yea. I went. And…whoa. WHOA. I uh…well, I found me. Myself. I. All those people but they were…me. I, like, saw…my future self. And let me just tell you what: whoa. Today in our age (as in 2008, I think; depends on how long I was gone or how much I screwed up time by cheating it) we really don’t think about change in the sense that it is coming inevitably no matter the diverse opinions of our population. Like, we see it’s coming but we don’t realize the impact of the change in ourselves. The journey is changing us so fast and yet we don’t see it, that’s the problem. So, like, when I saw the future me it was like, whoa. This can’t be right. No no no no no…and…yea, all that stuff. It showed me how the journey changed me. The journey in that time altering machine was so fast that I saw the changes going by. I saw it all. I went 25 years into the future. 25. Years. Whoa. And now, for impact, I will say that again: Whoa. See, this little time thing came from the future, I think; like it was an attempt to go back in time, just like we in this year of 2008 think we want to – go back in time that is. And, low and behold, it worked. Whoa.
Here’s what the little “tyme” machine looked like, and what I was thinking before I decided to get into the supposed piece of junk: It was big. And plue. I know this was its color because it said so; on the outside of the machine it said: “Tyme Machine, plue colored edition.” I was hoping this was a typo, er…painto considering the words were painted onto the thing in big black letters, or ‘time’ was really spelled ‘tyme’ in the future and not that this thing was built by a retarded scientist-wanna-be who reinvented the word ‘time’ and made up a new color just to be unique. That would be…different. Plue is kind of like a turquoise color but in neon, therefore I think ‘glue’ as in ‘green + blue’ would have made more sense because ‘plue’ just resonates ‘purple + blue’, right?! Anyway, that random wack-job scientist can just have it their own way…making up stupid nonsense colors and such!
Ok, so, so far in my life changing day you have heard how I a) found the tyme thing, and b) decided that it was build by a crack-smoking freak. Pretty great, huh? So, I’m sure you’re wondering where the whole “let’s go to the future” idea popped into my head if I was thinking the machine was a piece of junk. Well, I think the only honest reason is that…I was bored. Pathetic, I know, but it’s the truth. And, like, when I’m bored I tend to do the most random and sometimes the most problematic things imaginable. So…yea; I got into the plue tyme machine.
Inside was a lot less complicated- it had 4 buttons: one said go and had a turn thingy that showed a year, one said stop, one said reset, and one said self-destruct, which only led me to further believe it was built by a wack-job, but, hey, I had nothing better to do and nothing much to lose, no? So into the future I went.
Hope you enjoyed! (I might even finish it later…who knows?!) And, yes, it was supposed to be written strangly like that, with all the “like”s and such! Bear with me – my writing style can be different (unique)!
~Airolyn
P.S. Sorry it was so hard to read! The magic-less-ness of the somtimes-ness of compy and paste!!
Something Else I Liked From a School Assignment May 4, 2008
(Keep in mind this assignment wasn’t supposed to be realistic and I had no other ideas at the time…the writing style was pretty different and spontaneous as well… )
Dream Career
My dream career is…AN MP3 PLAYER!!! Bow before my musical genius! See, it all started in this factory, you know? And I was just…well, spare parts…but then this one dude came up and put me together and I became me! I am a gorgeous blue, like, electric light blue. So sweet! See, in order to be an MP3 player you must first be made out of only quality metal, and you must have a sizzling hot color. You also have to have great memory or the people get mad when they can’t find a song because you forgot it and then they smash you (I’ve seen it happen in the factory – it’s murder I tell you, MURDERRRR!!)
I was one of the first MP3 players out, you know, and people were DYING to get their hands on me! I mean, not really, but…you know. Like, this one dude has his fat face pressed up on the glass where I was being held under lock and key in this one store, and he had been waiting all morning for me, cause, I mean, how could you not go mad with jealousy and envy when you set eyes on my gorgeousness?! But anyway, he was pressed up against the glass real hard and then this other dude came up with his daughter or niece or whatever and they cut the first dude in line for moi. It got ugly then…the first dude got all ticked and started cursing (I think, I mean, I couldn’t hear cause I was behind the glass, but I’m a pretty good lip reader for an inanimate object) and then the 2nd dude told him to shut up and the little girl looked at her dad or whoever like he had cursed or something; she must be pretty sheltered. But then the first dude slapped the second one. You should have seen the look on the little girls face then!!! She went up and kicked the 1st dude so hard…it makes my metal tingle to think about how much it must have hurt, and she was only like, 7, you know?! And I was all ‘wow, I hope I don’t go to any of these VIOLENT people!’ I was scaaarreeedd! Then the fat dude like…I don’t even know…it looked like he tried to BODY SLAM the girl and, let me tell you, that would HURT! Or it would have, if he had hit his target. He missed, though, and fell on his pudgy face. Hahahaha…But here’s the really funny part of my tale: The store manager finally pulled up and pushed by to unlock the door and as soon as it was open the 2 men and the little girl (who wasn’t so innocent looking after kicking the first dude) all started shoving each other to get into the store. Then it broke into a full out fight! ‘Twas very amusing. The fat dude ended up being half trampled by the little girl, so he had to go to the hospital for a sprained wrist so he probably got stuck with one of the hideous orange MP3s; funny, no? I mean, EEEWW! ORANGE?! Repulsive color on such a gorgeous thing as a portable music player. Anyway it turned out that the MANAGER bought me! I think it’s kind of cheating that he owned the store so he got me first but 1) it’s better then being owned by a semi-homicidal child of 7, and 2) at least he waited until the day I “came out” just like everyone else, although how he resisted my beautiful bright blue-ness is beyond me…
So anyway the manager, whose name is Kevin, wrapped me up in orange paper, of all things, and gave me to his daughter! She’s 14 and seems really great, not to mention her music taste is right on! Some of the songs she currently has downloaded on me are:
1) The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage: Panic! At the Disco
2) How Far We’ve Come: Matchbox 20
3) Hands Held High: Linkin Park
4) In the End: Linkin Park
5) Hero/Heroine: Boys Like Girls
6) The Great Escape: Boys Like Girls
7) Skyway Avenue: We the Kings
See? Really great stuff, no? My favorite is the one by Panic! though. Has such a good beat!
*Sit tight I’m gonna need you to keep time
Come on just snap snap snap your fingers for me
Good good now we’re making some progress
Come on just tap tap tap your toes to the beat!*
YESSS! So addicting…I found myself twirling in the hands of the girl as she danced to the song. I think it’s her favorite, too. I mean, she listens to it AT LEAST 10 times a day. Look it up people! I haven’t forgotten a song yet, except for the ones she removed herself, so I’m very proud of me. She takes me EVERYWHERE. I’m either in her purse or her pocket or wherever with my minions (or ‘headphones’ as the humans call them) stuck into her ears. I’m happy I belong to her cause she’s so cool, just like me! So, anyway, like….yeeeaa…so life is pretty good right now! I’m happy, she’s happy, her dad and mom are happy except when she sings along to me…life is good.
My typical day goes something like this:
1. At 5:30 AM I start my work because that’s when the girl gets up and she listens to me all morning. In the morning she usually hears Panic!, Fall Out Boy, or Cute Is What We Aim For; odd band names, no?
2. She leaves for the bus at around 6:10, and my minions are still plugged into her. Her bus then comes and she listens to me for the whole 50 minutes. At this part of the day my memory has to be really sharp ‘cause you never know what she’ll pick (except for Panic! At The Disco, cause that one’s always a given…I’m beginning to think she’s rather obsessive…).
3. She has to turn me off when she gets to school at about 7:10. I’m thankful for the break but then I sit in her purse until 2 PM. It sucks! And I can’t even listen to her teachers cause most of them are so boring, and it’s not like I need good English to remember song names; most of them have incorrect grammar in all the lyrics anyway!
4. Then she pulls me out at around 2:30 when she gets off her transfer bus at this other school. She has to go thru transfer busses every day because she and her friends are in an academy program, so she talks to this one guy on the first bus then puts me on while on her real bus. It’s fine by me.
5. We get home at like…I don’t know, maybe 3-ish? Well then she puts me away to do homework or watch TV or do chores or whatever else is on her mental list of to-dos.
6. At 9-ish she brings me back out to fall asleep to. I like this cause I get to choose what she hears because she puts me on shuffle – I usually play “She Will Be Loved” by Maroon 5; it’s nice and soft.
So there’s a day in the life of me, the GREATEST MP3 PLAYER EVAAAA!!
Ttfn, ta ta for now!
Just a little something that caught my soul… April 9, 2008
School assignment that I liked…We were to write whatever came to mind and not erase…
Personal Mission and Vision Statements
Mission:
Who am I? (The essence of me?)
I am a good friend and an intuitive person. I always try to help. I am a harsh critic, but when I critique things it doesn’t mean I think I can do them better. I am strong in my opinions, but still friendly. I try to be myself in everything that I do, and wish that people will see me for me in a fair perspective.
What am I about/for?
I am for fairness and against discrimination. I think everyone is equal and should be treated as such. I think gay people have done no wrong. I am about kindness, and sincerity. I am for fulfilling your dreams any way you seem fit, and not having to go with the flow.
What is my purpose in life?
My purpose in life is to live life to the fullest in any way I see fit or possible. I am here to open doors, no matter how little or insignificant. I am here to live how I want to live, and not dwell on the bad but keep moving forward.
What am I here to do?
I am here to be myself and to show that I can do anything or be anyone I want to be without being an A+ student, like too many people expect me to be. I am here to do what I love however I see fit.
Vision:
How do I define success?
I define success as being yourself to accomplish your dreams. By chasing after what you want in life, and not giving up because people say you aren’t good enough. Success is accomplishing whatever you set out to accomplish.
Who am I here for? (The world? Myself? My family? Sick individuals? The Youth?)
I am here for me, but also for everyone. Anything and everything I accomplish I hope influences more people to do what they love. Therefore, I am here for me but also for everyone.
What do I provide/do?
I don’t provide anything more than myself which can be interpreted many ways. I provide a friend, a sister, another person on the earth, and a leader, along with many other things, but I don’t (at this point in time) provide anything material for the world except papers for teachers to grade.
What will I do when I fail or meet an obstacle?
I will either give up or break down, or I will try again. It all depends on if I want the thing that I failed at bad enough.
What do I believe in to keep me going? (Myself? My determination?)
In order to keep going I believe in myself and the fact that I think I can do anything in any way, and that I will always have another chance. I believe in determination.
What will my future self value? Friendship, honesty?
My future will most value friendship, I think, because without friends who are we? We are nobodies, which I think is one of most peoples’ worst fears – to be unloved or alone; to be a nobody. I disagree with the statement “blood is thicker than water” because I value my friends just as much as my family, if not more. I would be nothing without my friends and their support.
