"Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summers lease has far to short a date.
Sometimes to bright the eyes from shine,
And often is his golden complexion dimm'd.
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or natures changing course undtrimm'd
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owe'st
Nor shall death brag thou wanders't in his shade
When in eternal lines in time thou grows't
So long as men can breath, and eyes can see
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee"
PHEWW!!! I never ever ever thought I was going to memorize that dang poem, than haven and earth I did. Senior English may just kill me. how I wish I could say "Hell No" To it, but alas, I cannot. If one cannot comprehend, my speech patters have been afflicted by the demon that we call sonnets. Sigh. How I long for the days when Shakespeare was fun and not a burden thrust upon seniors to possible kill them...
Halloween is here, a holiday that i both love, and absolutely despise... Who doesn't love random strangers giving them candy (Hey I am pretty sure that unless it is out of a white van, peddled by a rather strange, creepy, possible axe murderer, one is generally safe). But on the other hand it means that everyone I know can take all of there anger and pent up frustration out on me in, evil, creepy, strange, possibly axe murderer ways. Not only do other people think its funny to, sit outside my door and try to scare my soul out of my body, but also they get to sit in my window until I walk by and my heart stops, or DRAG me UNWILLINGLY into a creepy corn maze, just so they can have other people scare me... And then to top it off they sit me down and make me watch a scary movie that not only makes me sure I am going to get attacked, kidnapped, raped and killed (in that order), but also sure that there are creepy people under my bed... Okay maybe I really do HATE the holiday, why can't we have a nice, fun NON-SCARY holiday? Like you know... Easter... Sigh, this year I am going as a pink bubble wrap princess, it is quite a cute costume, if I do say so myself, which I do. Ha ha complete with polka dots, it is amazing! See? Happy, none evil, good for giving out bubble gum or hugs PRINCESS not a dark princess not a demon princess just a happy joyful happy pretty princess! Like Easter... Sigh... thank heavens its only one day of the year and then I can focus on nice happy holidays, like Thanksgiving, and Christmas.. and Forget for three hundred and sixty five days the evil that befalls me every All Hallows Eve...
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Senior Power!
Well, I guess it was bound to happen someday, senior year. It makes me crazy realizing that I am almost done with high school!! Woohoo!! Constantly with high school I can say "this is the last time I... (insert activity here)." Half the time I spend pretending I still have years to go before I have to do silly things like, college, taxes, leaving my family (gulp!), etc. The time is starting to fly way to fast though.
It finally hit me that, yes, I am leaving my family, a day I never thought would come. Everyday the clock ticks down and with each move of the minute hand I loose moments with my sibling, my mother, my father, the people who mean so much to me. I cannot imagine sitting on the computer and not hear the sounds of Elizabeth crying for who knows what reason, Hannah Montana's theme song, a boy complaining about Hannah Montana, the noises I have grown to love, even when they drive me insane.
The other day we were all sitting around the living room, just talking my dad singing and dancing in the kitchen while cooking some of my very favorite African food, how many more days like that do I get? I don't know, honestly I am trying to forget.
I have slowly realized that I have become obsessive of my grades, beyond belief. My poor teachers have to deal with the constant "why did I get that grade, What can I do to make up the lost points, and the you cannot give me that grade!" I am trying hard to prepare for later when I have to be in charge of myself (heaven help me!!) but so far its just giving me a odd case of OCD, and a massive headache... Sigh, but on the good side, my grades are better then they have ever been, guess its paying off!
I suppose I should go finish my math... Sigh... Why did they create the concept? I don't know, I suppose only haven knows, because it seems like a useless comcept to me.. Especially Pre-Calculus
It finally hit me that, yes, I am leaving my family, a day I never thought would come. Everyday the clock ticks down and with each move of the minute hand I loose moments with my sibling, my mother, my father, the people who mean so much to me. I cannot imagine sitting on the computer and not hear the sounds of Elizabeth crying for who knows what reason, Hannah Montana's theme song, a boy complaining about Hannah Montana, the noises I have grown to love, even when they drive me insane.
The other day we were all sitting around the living room, just talking my dad singing and dancing in the kitchen while cooking some of my very favorite African food, how many more days like that do I get? I don't know, honestly I am trying to forget.
I have slowly realized that I have become obsessive of my grades, beyond belief. My poor teachers have to deal with the constant "why did I get that grade, What can I do to make up the lost points, and the you cannot give me that grade!" I am trying hard to prepare for later when I have to be in charge of myself (heaven help me!!) but so far its just giving me a odd case of OCD, and a massive headache... Sigh, but on the good side, my grades are better then they have ever been, guess its paying off!
I suppose I should go finish my math... Sigh... Why did they create the concept? I don't know, I suppose only haven knows, because it seems like a useless comcept to me.. Especially Pre-Calculus
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Oh!
Track has ended. Ap Chemistry is basically over... Band is almost over. The school year is almost over, and with it I feel strangely like it is taking part of my youth with it. I can feel it, the difference in me now, so much stronger then it ever was before. I am getting ready for my life after high school, constantly I think about whats next, what about later, will I use this later? I have major senioritis and I am still a junior.
Often I find my self longing for past days though. I long for the days that I could jump into our pool, even though it was green more often then not, and because of my bug phobia I had to clean it meticulous I still long for the carefree childhood. Perhaps I long for them because today felt unbearably hot to me ( a whole 80 degrees), and a swimming pool is all I can think about.
Life is changing and evolving before my eyes. Relationships are changing, people are changing, minds our changing. As human beings I suppose it is in our nature to change, but yet some days I long to be little and crawl up on my mothers lap in the blue rocker we had for so long, and fall asleep as my mom tries futile to get my mane of hair out of her face. But on the other side, I long for the day when I decided what I eat for dinner and I get to clean when I want. It is hard line, the wanting to stay a child, but wanting to grow up.
Often I find my self longing for past days though. I long for the days that I could jump into our pool, even though it was green more often then not, and because of my bug phobia I had to clean it meticulous I still long for the carefree childhood. Perhaps I long for them because today felt unbearably hot to me ( a whole 80 degrees), and a swimming pool is all I can think about.
Life is changing and evolving before my eyes. Relationships are changing, people are changing, minds our changing. As human beings I suppose it is in our nature to change, but yet some days I long to be little and crawl up on my mothers lap in the blue rocker we had for so long, and fall asleep as my mom tries futile to get my mane of hair out of her face. But on the other side, I long for the day when I decided what I eat for dinner and I get to clean when I want. It is hard line, the wanting to stay a child, but wanting to grow up.
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