Sooooo I was just writing a Facebook note like... 2 seconds ago - something like that. A Facebook note is when some guy writes a bunch of questions down on a word document type thingy and people copy and paste it and answer the questions. For bored people. You know. Anyway while I was filling this stupid thing out I noticed that these people, the ones who write the notes, try to squish someone's identity into 50-odd questions. And I don't think that's how it works. I don't think you can judge someone and learn about who they are by reading a note about if they prefer Coke or Pepsi, or what they got for their last birthday. It kinda seems like that's what they're trying to do. I dunno, just thinking about stuff.
I go to a public High school. In public high school they do this thing where you have no school for one week in February... called February Break. Tomorrow is the last day of February Break. I have done absolutely nothing. Not one thing. And I don't mean nothing productive. I mean nothing. I haven't hung out with friends, I haven't gone to the movies with people, I haven't slept over anybody's house or had someone sleep over mine. I am thoroughly pissed about this. I've watched a lot of movies. That's the extent of my break. This situation just seems like a concentrated model of my life. I feel like I'm waiting for something to happen to me, and for some reason I can't go out and get things done for myself. Meh. I'm sad.
In other depressingly uneventful news... I have started Catcher in the Rye and so far... not impressed. I mean, I can understand where people see its meaningfulness and such... I guess I'll just have to power through the slow beginning.
That's all for now kids.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
The Vast Self-Importance of Humans
I am pissed off, pissed off I tell you! The world's gonna keep on a-turnin' (pay attention, now), but it don't change the fact that I am PEEVED to the highest degree.
The reason for my peevity... sure that can be a word... today is the arrogance and self-importance of the human race. Lemme start off with a question. How old is the Earth. 7th grade science class dictates that the world is a little over 4 billion years old. Now, how old is the human race? 100,000 years, maybe 200,000 years old?
Did you know that 90% of all of the organisms that EVER lived on Earth are extinct? Now, assuming the extinction of organisms is evenly spanned out over time, it would be logical that humans are NOT responsible for MOST of the dead organisms no longer living on the Earth. So WHYYYYY why why why why why do we feel responsible for all of the organisms on Earth NOWWWW?!?!?!
It is NOT the fault of Americans or the Chinese or the Russians or humans in general that the polar bear will be no more in a couple 100 years. It is NOT the responsibility of humans to anchor this organism on this Earth indefinitely. George Carlin was completely and utterly correct when he said to LEAVE NATURE ALONE.
No more is it the responsibility of humans to "take care" of the planet. I put those two words in quotes because as if it is POSSIBLE for humans to look after this little blue and green ball swirling around in space. As if it is POSSIBLE for the Earth to end if humans dissapear for a couple days. The Earth has been around for 4 BILLION FRIGGEN YEARS. it has undergone world wide floods, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, TWO ice ages, plus dozens of other stuff. And we think... a couple of plastic bags? A few water bottles on the ground of the park? Humans aren't gonna stop the Earth in its tracks! That's a hoot! The Earth isn't going anywhere! WE ARE.
The reason for my peevity... sure that can be a word... today is the arrogance and self-importance of the human race. Lemme start off with a question. How old is the Earth. 7th grade science class dictates that the world is a little over 4 billion years old. Now, how old is the human race? 100,000 years, maybe 200,000 years old?
Did you know that 90% of all of the organisms that EVER lived on Earth are extinct? Now, assuming the extinction of organisms is evenly spanned out over time, it would be logical that humans are NOT responsible for MOST of the dead organisms no longer living on the Earth. So WHYYYYY why why why why why do we feel responsible for all of the organisms on Earth NOWWWW?!?!?!
It is NOT the fault of Americans or the Chinese or the Russians or humans in general that the polar bear will be no more in a couple 100 years. It is NOT the responsibility of humans to anchor this organism on this Earth indefinitely. George Carlin was completely and utterly correct when he said to LEAVE NATURE ALONE.
No more is it the responsibility of humans to "take care" of the planet. I put those two words in quotes because as if it is POSSIBLE for humans to look after this little blue and green ball swirling around in space. As if it is POSSIBLE for the Earth to end if humans dissapear for a couple days. The Earth has been around for 4 BILLION FRIGGEN YEARS. it has undergone world wide floods, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, TWO ice ages, plus dozens of other stuff. And we think... a couple of plastic bags? A few water bottles on the ground of the park? Humans aren't gonna stop the Earth in its tracks! That's a hoot! The Earth isn't going anywhere! WE ARE.
Friday, February 5, 2010
I Knew the Thorpedo Would Come Back to Haunt us All
So as everyone on the freakin' GLOBE is aware of, people do completely stupid things without thinking. At all. Then they get surprised when things go horribly wrong and kick themselves over and over and over again for doing the completely stupid thing. I will now charm you all with a story of my personal experience with this thing. It involves the police, a large and rather unpleasant woman, and jittery panic. None of these things appeal to me anymore.
Play by Play version here we go!
I'm sitting in Latin yesterday. You can imagine the joy in my heart. I dunno what I was going but at that moment the phone rang in the classroom and Ms. Clueless AHEM (something in my throat) went to go pick it up. Looking at me she hung up the phone after a very confusing one-sided conversation. Apparently I was being called down to B-House. Enter suspenseful and dramatic music here. So I get down there, am forwarded to the cafeteria, and sit at a table with a bunch of other people already there. Most of them are juniors. Mr. Assistant Principal comes in... and tells us all about a Facebook fanpage we've all apparently had a hand in about a substitute teacher appropriately named... the Thorpedo.
People, do you even wanna know a person named "thorpedo"? She is a LEGEND in our town. She's only been there for like... what 80 odd years? A somewhat husky woman who enjoys torturing little schoolchildren and stealing candy from the teachers she is subbing for. No lie. So anyway a Facebook fanpage was made making fun of her usingthe name given to her awhile back and which has been passed down to each class ever since. Seriously, people who are out of COLLEGE were writing on this page.
Don't ask me why, but only about 10 people were called down to talk to DiLo. Go figure... I was one of them. Guys, I don't even remember what I wrote it was like something about breathing loudly. The point is I got in major trouble for it - the police were involved, my parents were pissed, the whole nine. All because some stupid mother ratted us out to the good old boys in blue downtown. Thanks buddy. Moral of the story: The Thorpedo and MnMs should say goodbye to one another.
ANYWAYS, who watched the grammyssss I know I... didn't. Missed it unfortunately. But I did catch Gaga and Elton's performance on Youtube the day after. Amaaaazing I might add. Lady Gaga is a subject for tomorrow's post but... lets just say that piano will be stolen if not chained up. Loved it. Alrighty thats about it. See yahh :)
Play by Play version here we go!
I'm sitting in Latin yesterday. You can imagine the joy in my heart. I dunno what I was going but at that moment the phone rang in the classroom and Ms. Clueless AHEM (something in my throat) went to go pick it up. Looking at me she hung up the phone after a very confusing one-sided conversation. Apparently I was being called down to B-House. Enter suspenseful and dramatic music here. So I get down there, am forwarded to the cafeteria, and sit at a table with a bunch of other people already there. Most of them are juniors. Mr. Assistant Principal comes in... and tells us all about a Facebook fanpage we've all apparently had a hand in about a substitute teacher appropriately named... the Thorpedo.
People, do you even wanna know a person named "thorpedo"? She is a LEGEND in our town. She's only been there for like... what 80 odd years? A somewhat husky woman who enjoys torturing little schoolchildren and stealing candy from the teachers she is subbing for. No lie. So anyway a Facebook fanpage was made making fun of her usingthe name given to her awhile back and which has been passed down to each class ever since. Seriously, people who are out of COLLEGE were writing on this page.
Don't ask me why, but only about 10 people were called down to talk to DiLo. Go figure... I was one of them. Guys, I don't even remember what I wrote it was like something about breathing loudly. The point is I got in major trouble for it - the police were involved, my parents were pissed, the whole nine. All because some stupid mother ratted us out to the good old boys in blue downtown. Thanks buddy. Moral of the story: The Thorpedo and MnMs should say goodbye to one another.
ANYWAYS, who watched the grammyssss I know I... didn't. Missed it unfortunately. But I did catch Gaga and Elton's performance on Youtube the day after. Amaaaazing I might add. Lady Gaga is a subject for tomorrow's post but... lets just say that piano will be stolen if not chained up. Loved it. Alrighty thats about it. See yahh :)
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Who the Hell Wears Nike Airs with a Dress...
I have a really lost and confused look on my face as I hit that looming blue "New Post" button. I honestly don't have anything to say... This has been somewhat of a problem in this stage of my life. And so I reveal to you... all 0 of my followers... another one of my random epiphanies. One of my serendipitous realizations about my life that is usually kind of negative. This one is about my social relationships and what I wish I could change about them. Lyric class, for example. My pro-lyric class is filled with about 8 juniors and 2 freshman, only one of which I talk to. These girls friggen RULE the class. I want to be included, but I'm THAT kid. Ya know, the silent one on the edge who says something maybe every 20 minutes. BAH life ain't fair.
So often I find myself searching for something to say to fill the awkward silences. I even eavesdrop on conversations in Main Hall sometimes in an attempt to master the art of casual chitchat. Maybe I'm thinking about it too much. I have never been the quiet girl, but I am realizing that if I don't get my small-talking act together, I'll get there.
Dreaded Grade Update time! Okay guys... don't panic. But report cards come out TOMORROW. Oh shit. Tomorrow. What the HELL am I gonna do. I've kind of mapped out the whole parents explaining thing in my head. I figure I'll just give it to 'em straight.
"Dad, I want you to know that I'm taking ownership of this, it's my responsibility and it will get better. I start out fresh with an A+ at the beginning of this term and I am doing everything in my power to keep it at that level." Sound like BS? Yeah. That's cause it is.
ANYWAY, that's about it. Kay bye.
So often I find myself searching for something to say to fill the awkward silences. I even eavesdrop on conversations in Main Hall sometimes in an attempt to master the art of casual chitchat. Maybe I'm thinking about it too much. I have never been the quiet girl, but I am realizing that if I don't get my small-talking act together, I'll get there.
Dreaded Grade Update time! Okay guys... don't panic. But report cards come out TOMORROW. Oh shit. Tomorrow. What the HELL am I gonna do. I've kind of mapped out the whole parents explaining thing in my head. I figure I'll just give it to 'em straight.
"Dad, I want you to know that I'm taking ownership of this, it's my responsibility and it will get better. I start out fresh with an A+ at the beginning of this term and I am doing everything in my power to keep it at that level." Sound like BS? Yeah. That's cause it is.
ANYWAY, that's about it. Kay bye.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Stuck in Relative
This is the third time I've attempted to write this blog. I'm finding this self reflection/improvement thing harder than I thought. But then again, so does everything else I do. WHAT THE FRICK DO I WRITE ABOUT?!?!?! I guess that's just it. I'm waiting for my life to start and I'm expecting it to just happen, with tons of exciting adventures to blog about along the way. I think I need to wait a little longer. All those parents and teachers were right then. Things probably will be different when I'm older. As FREAKING cliche as this sounds, right now, I should enjoy just being a kid. Oh goody.
The only problem is, this age is way too complicated to enjoy anything. Kid and adult are absolute, and I'm stuck in a world of relative. Expectations are through the roof, and under the floor at the same time. I wait for things to get easier, and get yelled at for it. I get confused about what's best for me, when people around me make it seem so easy. I'll just have to stick it out then. Whatever, when I can make my own decisions it'll be slightly different.
I've been playing basketball since I was about 9. Every year I played Franklin Rec Ball, and so I thought, was pretty good at it. About three months ago, I tried out for the freshman basketball team and was miserably rejected. It was terrible. I didn't have any of the jerseys that the other more experienced girls had, I knew none of the drills that they knew, I stuck out like a sore thumb. The worst part about it was that I was so sure I'd make the team. Easily. And it just makes me wonder... what other things am I so sure of that just won't happen? College? A job? Marriage? Kids? Happiness?
What about all those things that matter? That are expected of me? What if I'm just not able to do them? What if I'm not good enough, pretty enough, strong enough? What happens then?
The only problem is, this age is way too complicated to enjoy anything. Kid and adult are absolute, and I'm stuck in a world of relative. Expectations are through the roof, and under the floor at the same time. I wait for things to get easier, and get yelled at for it. I get confused about what's best for me, when people around me make it seem so easy. I'll just have to stick it out then. Whatever, when I can make my own decisions it'll be slightly different.
I've been playing basketball since I was about 9. Every year I played Franklin Rec Ball, and so I thought, was pretty good at it. About three months ago, I tried out for the freshman basketball team and was miserably rejected. It was terrible. I didn't have any of the jerseys that the other more experienced girls had, I knew none of the drills that they knew, I stuck out like a sore thumb. The worst part about it was that I was so sure I'd make the team. Easily. And it just makes me wonder... what other things am I so sure of that just won't happen? College? A job? Marriage? Kids? Happiness?
What about all those things that matter? That are expected of me? What if I'm just not able to do them? What if I'm not good enough, pretty enough, strong enough? What happens then?
Friday, January 29, 2010
Alone on a Friday Night...
In my quest for awesomeness, and being a 15 year old girl, today I attempted to do the impossible: educate myslef on the economical financial crisis. I know. Katie, what the hell are you doing. HOWEVER: also being a problem solver, I decided to do it in the least complicated way imaginable. I am referring, of course, to Youtube. This is what I found:
The vlogbrothers are pretty much my intellectually stimulating while also being a brain cooking form of entertainment. NERDFIGHTERS <3. so check em out.
Kay that's it for me tonight. I still don't understand how the economy works but I guess, ya know..... who cares.
The vlogbrothers are pretty much my intellectually stimulating while also being a brain cooking form of entertainment. NERDFIGHTERS <3. so check em out.
Kay that's it for me tonight. I still don't understand how the economy works but I guess, ya know..... who cares.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
New Revelations and Midterms Miseries
Sometimes, I have random revelations. Like when I realize the next morning that staying up late wasn't such a good idea and I want to bash my own head against the wall for my spur of the moment stupidity. Or when I realize that I have to inevitably face the music and change upon receiving almost all B minuses on my report card. Or when I realize that it's not about me and my own problems or revelations at all, but other people and helping them with their problems and revelations, and that, if this is true, I in turn will probably be helped with my problems and revelations and therefore we all depend on each other and the Lion King was true after all.
One of the most relevant revelations (potential tongue twister? I think so)in my life this moment is that I have never had the experience of reading Catcher in the Rye. This was recently brought to my attention upon hearing about the death of J.D Salinger (Thank you, Tom Brokaw) and I know, I know, I'm totally Michael - Jackson's - Death-ing this thing by mentioning it at all, but it's important to me as of now, so I'd like to share. Being my blog and all.
Anyway, I haven't read this seemingly magnificent entity of a novel and that is my February Resolution. I guess I have monthly resolutions now. Oky Doke. Yes. My monthly resolution is to at least start Catcher in the Rye. Done.
On a non-related note, I am truly deeply sorry for being inexplicably absent from the Blogosphere for the past couple of days as I was experiencing the social and independent breakdowns of freshmen first-time midterms. I kid you not, I literally studied more for these three tests than I have studied for anything in my entire life, and don't have much to show for it. It's not that my geometry teacher is a total nub when it comes to actual teaching. It's not even that nothing on any of the study guides (completed, studied for hours) seemed to be on the actual test. It's that somehow, I know in the recesses of my twisted and not fully developed brain that getting a 65%, a 70%, and a 76% is completely, undoubtedly, and entirely my fault. It was something I did or didn't do that needs to be not done or done next time. So yeah. That's my life right now.
One of the most relevant revelations (potential tongue twister? I think so)in my life this moment is that I have never had the experience of reading Catcher in the Rye. This was recently brought to my attention upon hearing about the death of J.D Salinger (Thank you, Tom Brokaw) and I know, I know, I'm totally Michael - Jackson's - Death-ing this thing by mentioning it at all, but it's important to me as of now, so I'd like to share. Being my blog and all.
Anyway, I haven't read this seemingly magnificent entity of a novel and that is my February Resolution. I guess I have monthly resolutions now. Oky Doke. Yes. My monthly resolution is to at least start Catcher in the Rye. Done.
On a non-related note, I am truly deeply sorry for being inexplicably absent from the Blogosphere for the past couple of days as I was experiencing the social and independent breakdowns of freshmen first-time midterms. I kid you not, I literally studied more for these three tests than I have studied for anything in my entire life, and don't have much to show for it. It's not that my geometry teacher is a total nub when it comes to actual teaching. It's not even that nothing on any of the study guides (completed, studied for hours) seemed to be on the actual test. It's that somehow, I know in the recesses of my twisted and not fully developed brain that getting a 65%, a 70%, and a 76% is completely, undoubtedly, and entirely my fault. It was something I did or didn't do that needs to be not done or done next time. So yeah. That's my life right now.
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