(this blog is long-ish and there are no pictures. I just wanted to talk for a long time. I'm sorry.)

(you've been warned)

(also, the longer I write, the less likely people are to read it, the more likely that I can write whatever I want. :P)

Logarithms are the best, but I really hate graphing them.

I cannot graph to save my life.

So it's spring time here in nova (it's what they call the area of land where I currently reside).

Spring break was alright. It didn't feel like break but that's okay. I got a tan. I got a sunburn. We stayed in some rich-people hotel (living up to the "richest county in the nation" reputation) with alligators in the lobby.

That's old news though.

Tangent

Everyone knows that quote, "It was the best of times and the worst of times (or something like that)," right?

Ah, life.

My parents have decided to inflict mandatory bedtime (it feels so silly writing this) on me. In bed by 9! Super-fun! Really cool! (side effects may include anger, headaches, panic attacks, waking up at 3 in the morning and frantically grasping for a phone, violent impulses, and a slight craving for pretzel M&Ms.)

yeah.

I watched this movie with my mom once called "Humble Pie." It was about these obese guy who couldn't get a driver's license and still lived with his mom and worked at a grocery store. I only mention this because I use it as a metaphor for my life sometimes. It's not a perfect metaphor but whatever.

My dad chewed me out (by "chewed me out," I mean this is like the "verbal one-sided 'you narcisstic teen'" arguments we have every six months or so. It's a boss battle, except I'm underleveled and at low HP and he gets a lot of critical hits) for how I feel about living here. It. Was. Awesome.

Now I feel like I'm walking on pins and needles. Today, he was going off about how my school had "some of the best course offerings in the nation (like. ♪ hell. ♪ )" , and I was like (sort of jokingly), "Well they don't have AP Environmental."

*360 neck swivel (my dad, not me)*

"NO ONE CARES ABOUT AP ENVIRONMENTAL. IT'S A STUPID SPECIALIZED CIASS THAT NO ONE CARES ABOUT."

haha.

ha.

...ha.

:cry:

(on the bright side, I can incorporate this into my 500 page novel. Also, my self-esteem is reaching the negative digits. WIN-WIN.)

Cotangent

So we have this thing called prom at my school. You guys might know about it. I...don't think I'm going to go because that would ruin my "loner" cred.

(it's like how if I stood with people while waiting for the bus, I'd also lose cred. Don't ask how it works because I don't really know.)

there's also this guy that I sit next to at lunch (as my friend calls him, "hey twilight guy" (or htg, for short)). It would be awkward , but he's sort of awkward too. So it all balances out. I don't know why this is important.

Today I made a conscious effort to try to be a better friend (? social link ?). I ran into k. when I was going out to catch the bus and instead of running away when he said "twilight!" (because he was getting a drink and that's the perfect opportunity to escape from someone. I'm just saying.), I decided to walk out to the buses with him. It was almost like how I used to be at my old school.

AND MY PHYSICS TEACHER IS BACK.

the end.

(I never respond to comments because I. SUCK. :) just to warn people.)