Lyrics of the Day:
"We are the rock kids,
We don't want your pop shit,
We want something hard to rock to,
Not some fucked up, programmed pop tune."
"Rock Kids"
-Sick Puppies
Hi again, people who don't exist!
My stepdad's brother's son's birthday party was today. I hate going to those things because I know my stepdad's parents don't like my mom, and I'm pretty sure they're not in love with me either. It's aggravating to be stuck with people who hate your guts.
Anyway, I'm excited because I, along with another girl I met recently, get to design and operate a haunted house this year!! There will be somewhat small kids, though, so it can only be creepy, not scary. My grandma, who I was very close to before she died a year and a half ago, was a historian at an old house that was preserved and moved near our house. We had a haunted house there the year before she passed, and haven't had one since. I'm excited, because it should be bigger and better than before. The three other girls I'm working with had some great ideas, and I'm excited.
In other news, at school there is this really cute asian guy that I like a lot. He's really funny, and can hold an actual conversation, unlike most guys in high school. He's also a sophmore, and I have no idea what he thinks of me. He plays sax in marching band too, so you see where I met him. I'm clueless about this interaction called "dating," so wish me luck.
Time for the sports section; PRESEASON HOCKEY HAS STARTED!!!!! My Blackhawks look pretty good, and those new guys aren't too bad. Marty Turco is pretty awesome in his own right, and I have a bit of a grudge against Antii Niemi for ditching us after we won him a Stanley Cup. Whatever. I won't waste my fingers over him.
The Bears have a 2-0 record! I know, how the heck did that happen? I, along with most of Chicago, are clueless as to how, or why, but we're not complaining. I honestly don't care if we never win another game the rest of the season, as long as we beat the Packers tomorrow.
Lastly, I living in fear right now because my family is planning on throwing me in a dress and forcing me to go to homecoming. I'm not exactly the "dress" type of girl, but I honestly get no choice now. I hope my asian guy is going, but not with someone else. That would be bad. I don't know. Bad music, dancing and trying to act like you're having the time of your life doesn't sound too appealing to me. I'll try and survive it, for my friends.
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
A Road Trip and Bio Homework
September 4, 2010
Lyrics of the Day:
It's the end of the world as we know it,
And I feel fine
"It's the End of the World"
R.E.M.
Hello, all my imaginary friends!
I would apoligize for not posting in two weeks, but, you know, you're not real.
I am currently road tripping up to Michigan to meet my dad's girlfriend's family over this lovely (and freezing) Labor Day weekend.
Anyway, as of yesterday, I have been a freshman for an entire week. I'm kind of disappointed that whole getting hit by a bus thing didn't work out. Actually, high school isn't that bad. You know, except for having to get up at 6 am, carrying a backpack that weighs more than I do, and having the incredible luck of getting gym right after lunch. Yay.
My very first day was INSANE. I started two days later than my peers thanks to my mom signing me up late. She had trouble sending me to private school because the courts, bless their hearts, said my dad didn't have to pay for it if he didn't want me to go in the first place. It was a close call. Tearing up my uniforms and dyeing my hair green seemed like a lot of work.
Let me take a moment to explain how this town has set up the Educational system. The Junior High I went to gets split 25% to 75% between two high schools, North High School, and South High School. Because my mom decided in her own mind that too many black people went to South, (insert eye roll here) so she used a fake address and signed me up for North. Don't get me wrong, I've made a lot of friends at North, but lying all the time is getting old.
So the first day was pretty insane. I made it a habit of asking the previous teacher I had at the end of class how to get to the class I had next. When I finally got to band, My band teacher, let's call him Mr. Smith, introduced me to the class by explaining that North had broken into the computer system in the middle of the night and stolen me away. I didn't say how correct he really was, but, I was recieved by the people who knew me from my old Junior High with screams and claps and such. It made me feel special. In the next few periods I either didn't know or didn't want to know the people in my classes. Marching band, which was also very exciting, let me meet a bunch of section leaders, including a friend of mine who worked at a Girl Scout Camp with me. She is a seinor, so she's kind of like the big sister I never had. My other leaders include a sweet-as-punch sophmore and another seinor who kinda scares me.
That day, as I learned, was also the first football game of the year. Now, I live close enough to Chicago to have pro teams to root for, (BLACKHAWKS!!) but my community still gets into it, even if our team is pretty bad. I didn't know how to march yet, but I did get a t-shirt and jeans and got to hang with the band during the game. My sophmore leader friend explained to me how band normally works, and I tried to help her figure out how football works. She's not a sports fan. Even so, I got to meet a bunch of her friends, and got initiated into marching band. How's that for a first day? Overall, I had a great time, even if our team got the snot kicked out of them.
So as we speak, I'm putting off the looming threat of biology homework until the last possible second and instead updating you on the events of my little life. Enjoy!
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Lyrics of the Day:
It's the end of the world as we know it,
And I feel fine
"It's the End of the World"
R.E.M.
Hello, all my imaginary friends!
I would apoligize for not posting in two weeks, but, you know, you're not real.
I am currently road tripping up to Michigan to meet my dad's girlfriend's family over this lovely (and freezing) Labor Day weekend.
Anyway, as of yesterday, I have been a freshman for an entire week. I'm kind of disappointed that whole getting hit by a bus thing didn't work out. Actually, high school isn't that bad. You know, except for having to get up at 6 am, carrying a backpack that weighs more than I do, and having the incredible luck of getting gym right after lunch. Yay.
My very first day was INSANE. I started two days later than my peers thanks to my mom signing me up late. She had trouble sending me to private school because the courts, bless their hearts, said my dad didn't have to pay for it if he didn't want me to go in the first place. It was a close call. Tearing up my uniforms and dyeing my hair green seemed like a lot of work.
Let me take a moment to explain how this town has set up the Educational system. The Junior High I went to gets split 25% to 75% between two high schools, North High School, and South High School. Because my mom decided in her own mind that too many black people went to South, (insert eye roll here) so she used a fake address and signed me up for North. Don't get me wrong, I've made a lot of friends at North, but lying all the time is getting old.
So the first day was pretty insane. I made it a habit of asking the previous teacher I had at the end of class how to get to the class I had next. When I finally got to band, My band teacher, let's call him Mr. Smith, introduced me to the class by explaining that North had broken into the computer system in the middle of the night and stolen me away. I didn't say how correct he really was, but, I was recieved by the people who knew me from my old Junior High with screams and claps and such. It made me feel special. In the next few periods I either didn't know or didn't want to know the people in my classes. Marching band, which was also very exciting, let me meet a bunch of section leaders, including a friend of mine who worked at a Girl Scout Camp with me. She is a seinor, so she's kind of like the big sister I never had. My other leaders include a sweet-as-punch sophmore and another seinor who kinda scares me.
That day, as I learned, was also the first football game of the year. Now, I live close enough to Chicago to have pro teams to root for, (BLACKHAWKS!!) but my community still gets into it, even if our team is pretty bad. I didn't know how to march yet, but I did get a t-shirt and jeans and got to hang with the band during the game. My sophmore leader friend explained to me how band normally works, and I tried to help her figure out how football works. She's not a sports fan. Even so, I got to meet a bunch of her friends, and got initiated into marching band. How's that for a first day? Overall, I had a great time, even if our team got the snot kicked out of them.
So as we speak, I'm putting off the looming threat of biology homework until the last possible second and instead updating you on the events of my little life. Enjoy!
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
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