I'm Back

Geez. The last time I blogged was, what, years ago?

A lot has happened since my last blog. A LOT.

As for school things are going interesting. I need to work on my time managing skills so that I don’t end up in bed at 2:00 in the morning, listening to old-school ‘Music Man’ music, a bucket of chocolate chip cookie-dough- ice cream, a biology book on evolution, 10,000 pages of paper, 2 pens and a broken pencil, literature poems with scribbled notes – filled in hearts and doodled smiley faces-, an obnoxiously intense episode of LOST playing, wet hair that’s attempting to dry normally, an I-pod, and singing my heart out, procrastinating for both tests I had been trying to study for. But it’s all cool I got awesome grades on both of them. On the Evolution one I got a 97, and Literature? God knows, I find out Monday.

Dance is probably one of the most painfully fun and tiring leisure time activities for me. Ballet and Jazz class for 2 and a half hours on Monday is always fun. And dance/jazz in school is even more interesting. My ballet teacher, Mary Ellen, always puts ironic twists to her ballet recitals. We’re dancing to ‘Apologize’ By One Republic and Timbaland. Hey at least we’re not dancing in frilly too-too’s. My jazz teacher, Kimmy, is in her early twenties and comes in every Monday with a new story to tell and a new hairstyle. For jazz I’m the youngest one there, the other 4 girls are all sophomores in high school. They’re nice though, we get along. Oh and for jazz we’re dancing to ‘American Woman’ By Lenny Kravitz. Strangely enough our dance recitals [for the eighth graders in school] are often very, hmmm, what’s the word…provocative. We’re dancing to ‘Proud Mary’ By Tina Turner. At times I feel like she insinuated that she was having seizures…that woman could shimmy. Our dance starts out with us on chairs. And ends with us shimmying even more. I won’t give all of it away, because I want everyone to come, to come but you get the picture.

It is almost time for my graduation day, that glorious graduation day when I move onto high school. 104 more days left. We are all eagerly counting the days away. Not because we hate our school, we love it. I just, personally, need something new. I’ve been there for 9 years and it’s all becoming too routine. The same teachers. The same gossip. The same good looking janitors. And the same people overall. Sure we’ll cry when we’re leaving but we know each other too well. We know how to push each others buttons, how to make someone smile, their life stories, their grades, who they like and where they’ll probably be headed when they get older. Half of our eighth grade has been threatened with summer school, because they’re failing. My school would never fail them, what kind of reputation would it have?

But then again my school has determined my career for me. Every Thursday for 45 minutes we have what we call ‘Advisory’. Think of it as a Kumbaya Circle but 10 times cooler. Every student has a choice of their 3 top teachers that they like best. When everything is calculated, we get assigned. My group is personally the best; we have the best eighth graders. What we do, is discuss stuff that we want to talk about and do fun activities. But anyways here’s what happened: One of the activities was determining what kind of person we are. We took a fun little survey and it turns out I like creating things and being creative. So then we began talking about our future jobs. I spoke about how I wanted to defiantly be a photographer, a writer, dancer, actress, graphic designer, or perhaps all of the above. Then my favorite teacher called it to my attention.

I should be a photojournalist. Brilliant. Absolutely Brilliant.

Song lyrics of the Day

I can fake it with the best of anyone
I can fake it with the best of ‘em all
I can fake it with the best of anyone
I can fake it all

-'fake it' - Seether