Shit. I just went through the box. I feel so unnerved looking at all these old books. I kind of... regret giving them away. One of the books had me feeling really weird... Suppose you'll see when I upload the video. However it'll have to wait for tomorrow. Internet has been going on and off lately, and it'd piss me off greatly if my upload got really far and all of a sudden the internet dies out.
Also, just a heads up. I'll try my best to update daily (every day). I can't promise you guys that, but I'll do my best. Finals are coming up, and I really should start to do more of my work. Also, my sleep schedule is pretty messed up.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
May 3rd 2011: Yesterday and Today
Yesterday (May 2nd) I was on my way to my friend's house. I was in my mom's car. We're about to drive by that forest I visited before. What happens? My mom's car just shuts off, and it seemed to park itself right on the sidewalk in front of the forest. My mom begins to search around the car to see what's wrong. She checks the engine, and I get out of the car. The forest seemed to be calling out to me.
"Don't go too far." My mom says, looking under the hood of our car.
I ventured deeper into the forest. Seemed like I needed to go deeper (Inception joke originally not intended.), so I did. I didn't have a headache, strangely. However my eyes did seem to flicker rapidly like an old light or something.
I didn't go too far. But as far as I did get, I found something just resting on a couple sticks. It was a box full of children's books. Labeled on the box (With sharpie, of course.) was "FINDMEMORIES". Inside the box, several children's books. They were the books I made my mom give away a couple days ago. And now they're back.
My mom eventually started to get the car up and running again as soon as I approached her with the box. I told her to just forget about my friend, and go home. I'm gonna go through the books soon.
Today. Or rather, yesterday (May 3rd), I started doing my work again. More of it, at least. Mrs. Rees made me draw what I was feeling. It was a rather strange outcome. If I have time and can get access to a scanner again, I'll try and scan it. Doubt you'd be able to read it well with iPhone's camera.
Until next time.
"Don't go too far." My mom says, looking under the hood of our car.
I ventured deeper into the forest. Seemed like I needed to go deeper (Inception joke originally not intended.), so I did. I didn't have a headache, strangely. However my eyes did seem to flicker rapidly like an old light or something.
I didn't go too far. But as far as I did get, I found something just resting on a couple sticks. It was a box full of children's books. Labeled on the box (With sharpie, of course.) was "FINDMEMORIES". Inside the box, several children's books. They were the books I made my mom give away a couple days ago. And now they're back.
My mom eventually started to get the car up and running again as soon as I approached her with the box. I told her to just forget about my friend, and go home. I'm gonna go through the books soon.
Today. Or rather, yesterday (May 3rd), I started doing my work again. More of it, at least. Mrs. Rees made me draw what I was feeling. It was a rather strange outcome. If I have time and can get access to a scanner again, I'll try and scan it. Doubt you'd be able to read it well with iPhone's camera.
Until next time.
Monday, May 2, 2011
May 2nd 2011: Realizations
As I decided to rest my asshole on the bench near the bus loop, this evening during lunch, I began to realize a few things. School, what is the point of it for me? I've already gained a majority of knowledge from this wonder called the internet. Yes, yes, I know, sounds ridiculous. But come on, I'm a 16 year old kid who happens to be more intelligent than the majority of this godforsaken school. I'm not trying to sound arrogant, it is the truth. When I called some kid an 'ignoramus', he was left dumb-struck. Sometimes it makes me feel sad. Being smart. I suppose I'm not... normal. Is it really normal for a person this young to have the mind of an adult?
I get along better with adults than I do people my age. Why? Because I can talk to adults' level. In the intelligence/maturity side of things at least, I'm not exactly tall. There are few instances in which I can actually have good conversations with a few people my age, and make jokes... Those are joyous times for me.
Another thing: Girls. Finding an attractive yet intelligent girl is a good accomplishment in my book. I've come across various girls who are certainly attractive (Puberty was kind to them, either that or implants.) and flirt various times with me, but I have to 'put them off', as I just don't like being with a dim-witted person. I feel silly trying to dumb myself down just to speak to him/her. Sophie is probably the only girl I've met who is intelligent. She's beautiful, and intelligent. The greatest catch in the world. I was never one for believing that high school relationships could work out well... But damn hell do I wish it would work out.
Touching back on the internet knowledge: It is true. I've learned more things on the internet than I have in all my life in school so far. I'm going to be a filmmaker and a writer. I know I'm not perfect, I know what I need to improve on. School has never told me what I needed to exactly improve on. It has never helped me. I wish the school teachers would tell me how the stuff we're learning would be put to use in our exact careers. I'm going to be a filmmaker. I don't need goddamn quadratic formulas to help me succeed in that shit. I'm only going to need this shit in the next school year, and the school year after that, and the school year after that. When I go to university, I'm sure some math will be involved. But the majority of the courses will be on stuff I actually WANT to learn about.
Sorry about that rant there. I suppose I'm just an ignorant young fool who just doesn't understand the importance of the Holocaust they call School. (That was probably taking it a little too far, I apologize.)
I don't know about other schools, but here in this county, they give students student numbers to stick around with them forever, basically. At least as far as I know. You use these student numbers for a lot of things. Access to the media center, school events, logging online to check your grades, shit like that.
Anyway, I think I'm done now.
Sorry for the TL;DR post.
Edit: By the way, I'm about to go over to my friend's house to chill and mooch; take all his Sprite. He wants me to help him with his children's book for english class or something. Ah, children's books, the early seeds, if you will, used in school education. Wait, what? I'm still a little tired as you can see.
Dammit, forgot to talk about Mrs. Rees. It went okay. She asked me if I have feelings of killing myself. I almost snapped at her when she said that. I'm not like that. I'm not that type of person. I know i'm Not.
I get along better with adults than I do people my age. Why? Because I can talk to adults' level. In the intelligence/maturity side of things at least, I'm not exactly tall. There are few instances in which I can actually have good conversations with a few people my age, and make jokes... Those are joyous times for me.
Another thing: Girls. Finding an attractive yet intelligent girl is a good accomplishment in my book. I've come across various girls who are certainly attractive (Puberty was kind to them, either that or implants.) and flirt various times with me, but I have to 'put them off', as I just don't like being with a dim-witted person. I feel silly trying to dumb myself down just to speak to him/her. Sophie is probably the only girl I've met who is intelligent. She's beautiful, and intelligent. The greatest catch in the world. I was never one for believing that high school relationships could work out well... But damn hell do I wish it would work out.
Touching back on the internet knowledge: It is true. I've learned more things on the internet than I have in all my life in school so far. I'm going to be a filmmaker and a writer. I know I'm not perfect, I know what I need to improve on. School has never told me what I needed to exactly improve on. It has never helped me. I wish the school teachers would tell me how the stuff we're learning would be put to use in our exact careers. I'm going to be a filmmaker. I don't need goddamn quadratic formulas to help me succeed in that shit. I'm only going to need this shit in the next school year, and the school year after that, and the school year after that. When I go to university, I'm sure some math will be involved. But the majority of the courses will be on stuff I actually WANT to learn about.
Sorry about that rant there. I suppose I'm just an ignorant young fool who just doesn't understand the importance of the Holocaust they call School. (That was probably taking it a little too far, I apologize.)
I don't know about other schools, but here in this county, they give students student numbers to stick around with them forever, basically. At least as far as I know. You use these student numbers for a lot of things. Access to the media center, school events, logging online to check your grades, shit like that.
Anyway, I think I'm done now.
Sorry for the TL;DR post.
Edit: By the way, I'm about to go over to my friend's house to chill and mooch; take all his Sprite. He wants me to help him with his children's book for english class or something. Ah, children's books, the early seeds, if you will, used in school education. Wait, what? I'm still a little tired as you can see.
Dammit, forgot to talk about Mrs. Rees. It went okay. She asked me if I have feelings of killing myself. I almost snapped at her when she said that. I'm not like that. I'm not that type of person. I know i'm Not.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Wait, I have a blog?
Oh right. Sorry about that, one follower. My mom grounded me from computer access.
I started drawing some things during P.E., last tuesday. We were inside, doing the book work. Well, that's what I was supposed to be doing. I had things on my mind. I began to draw a cartoon version of our coach. Coach Milo is her name, by the way. Another fat and unfit fitness teacher.
"Where are your notes?" She asked me.
"Not doing them." I continued to draw. She snatched the paper away from me and looked at it for a second or two.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I might like to ask you the same question."
"Huh, yeah, what's wrong with me?"
"Obesity for one, lazy eye... Do you want any more?" This was the type of back-talk people expected out of me if I was having a bad day. However it's not been a bad day, more-so a bad month.
"Do you think this is appropriate for school?" She asks me.
"Do you think it's appropriate for you to snatch an artist's artwork from his hands?"
"Do you think it's appropriate to be drawing when you should be doing your work?"
"Do you think it's appropriate that a fucking fat-ass unfit woman is teaching a physical education class?"
She shut up after that. She went to the phone and called the security. I went to I.S. (internal suspension) for the rest of the day, and the next two days. Two days of staying in a room the whole seven hours.
I haven't been able to see Mrs. Rees in a week. Hopefully I'll be able to go tomorrow.
And, I've not been seeing many weird things lately. I've been doing better. But I still want to know what that note means ("onefinalvisit").
Side note: 16 more days until L.A. Noire! Fuck yes!
I started drawing some things during P.E., last tuesday. We were inside, doing the book work. Well, that's what I was supposed to be doing. I had things on my mind. I began to draw a cartoon version of our coach. Coach Milo is her name, by the way. Another fat and unfit fitness teacher.
"Where are your notes?" She asked me.
"Not doing them." I continued to draw. She snatched the paper away from me and looked at it for a second or two.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I might like to ask you the same question."
"Huh, yeah, what's wrong with me?"
"Obesity for one, lazy eye... Do you want any more?" This was the type of back-talk people expected out of me if I was having a bad day. However it's not been a bad day, more-so a bad month.
"Do you think this is appropriate for school?" She asks me.
"Do you think it's appropriate for you to snatch an artist's artwork from his hands?"
"Do you think it's appropriate to be drawing when you should be doing your work?"
"Do you think it's appropriate that a fucking fat-ass unfit woman is teaching a physical education class?"
She shut up after that. She went to the phone and called the security. I went to I.S. (internal suspension) for the rest of the day, and the next two days. Two days of staying in a room the whole seven hours.
I haven't been able to see Mrs. Rees in a week. Hopefully I'll be able to go tomorrow.
And, I've not been seeing many weird things lately. I've been doing better. But I still want to know what that note means ("onefinalvisit").
Side note: 16 more days until L.A. Noire! Fuck yes!
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