I don't know what compelled me to come back here.

I'm so caught up reading my own blogs that I don't even know what I was going to write.

This is for something.

I don't remember what.

OH, the nostalgia.

To self: from 1/14/10

Hi, this is you.

I hope you kept true to your promise and see this post eventually!

So heres how we feel. Gaga. School. College. Single. Love. Longing. Fun. Friends. Panic. Nervous. ASL. Driving. Infinitus. Lauren. Books. LOTR. Percy Jackson. French. Chemistry. College. Literature. Future. Scared. Excited. BLAHBLAHBLAH.

KCTW.

P.S. You were at this point swinging like a moon around a planet about whether or not you'd like a companion for the upcoming year.

P.P.S. Abby and Carlos. Sex. HAHAHAHAHA. Sure.

P.P.P.S. Sam and Nick. Adorable. Annoying.

P.P.P.P. S. Annie and Alex. Watch and see. watch. and. see.

AND YOU'RE SAFE.

With only a mere 35 minutes to spare I come in just in time to make my two week mark. And they say procrastination isn't a skill. yeah right.

SO for today's topic I shall tell you about my 3 tests tomorrow. Actually tomorrow will be nice since it's History with Bruce (the man) then studyhall, then gym (no swimming, rejoice!), then a French test, lunch, Religion test, English, annnnnd a Math test. Then a loverly 3 day weekend.

Followed by a 3 day week with maximum 34 minute periods. THEN FRIDAY OFF. HAHA, I knew some day I'd be compensated for not getting Roshashana and Yom Kippur off. So, I'm not worried about any of my tests cause I've only had school for oh, 9 days and already they think there's enough info for a test. Surprising cause I only had two tests in four months in French so maybe she'd actually like grades this trimester. weird idea right?

Religion is 3 front-back pages of notes. That is all. And some articles on conscience (the whole test is on conscience) We started covering before Christmas but I still am rather worried about getting the test and having a 'OH, YOU MEANT THESE NOTES' moment and bombing. I'd really like to get another 100 in that class. I do wonderfully already.

Then Trigonometry. SIN=O/H Yeah, basically I've spent most of my study times commiting to memory around 40 mathematical facts. Heres hoping they're helpful down the line otherwise Mr. G is getting popped in the mouth. I seriously doubt knowing that:

sin2 + cos2 = 1 ÷ sin2 = 1 + cot2 = csc2

will EVER help me. EVER. I mean legitimately not even Jeopardy asks that kind of question so in April I better be thanking myself for learning all this shit. Overall I feel like I could rock every last fucking test. But, I've never had 3 tests on the same day before so my tummys turning and I'm feeling kind of home sick. No, Miley. No.

I also built a fort today in my room to study in cause I need isolation and this like mug thats been on top of my armoire forever got pulled off the top of it (along with a cd player) and broke into 3 pieces. It was all pretty and about Jeminia Puddleduck or something. Luckily it broke into 3 big pieces and sits together on it's own. Glue + Heat = Mug. Although the handle pieces dissapeared into an oblivion somehow. The CD player's top broke off but it was so fucked up I didn't even care. Mug > CD Player.

I think that automatically makes me a good person. That and the fact I'm listening to Gaga right now, my love. Well. One of my loves. I'm poly-amourous as the bi-guy on Million Dollar Listing called it. Psh. LOVE IS LOVE IS LOVE.

But that is for another time, another place, another life.

KCTW

Things have changed for me.

And not like the, things have changed and now this blog is over. The things have changed as in 'maybe I'll return back to posting here because Tumblr is not designed for blogging so much as spamming'.

Seeing as it is only the 5th day of January in a new decade it's still safe to say I can make a resolution. To post a blog at least once every 14 days. That means at least 25 blogs this year. Like when this first started I'm thinking there will be a massive flux of blogs in the beginning and then we'll wean down to a normal rate of posts. So 25 is the minimum for the year but just cause I hit it doesn't mean I stop. thats what she said. 

1 post. 14 days.

Tomorrow I'll talk about my love of doctor's and their offices. *gasp* I think I'll be alone in it. Am I right? *shame*

Best. Day. Ever.

NOW, I don't know if I should tell you about the best day I've ever had or my dream day.

Past tense:

I could look up the date itself but, it was the day Potter Cast came in NYC and I was there. Why?

I threw up on the sidewalk.

Burned myself with pizza.

Walked 3 miles in the sun.

Got someone to CURSE on Pottercast.

You know. Why bother telling when I can show.

PotterCast Episode 162.

I saw Harry, a History BEFORE IT WAS PUBLISHED.

Won an old school duel, for a custom pin.

Got a shirt, and ANOTHER free pin.

Saw Frak's Pellegrino.

And just a lot of totally nerdy PC things happened.

*sigh*

Only 15 days until it happens again.

Squee.

To Happen:

I'm banking on June 20th when I get to share Potter Cast with my friends.

KCTW

Fooooood

Aha, look what I found. I've been setting these things to post in like 2010. Hence the not-posting. Now, here are 3 posts.

The three bases of my food. Waffles. Crackers. Bread. (not Rye, never Rye)

The three toppings. Peanut butter. Jelly. Cheese.

The three extras. Syrup. Chocolate. Ketchup.

I could probably live off of that and mint chocolate chip ice cream. Yeah, I'm the healthiest person I know. Sadly, not that big of a lie..

KCTW

Womp. Womp.

For every high there is a low.

So, what makes me depressed. I can safely assure you the entire book Deathly Hallows is one depressing chunk of literature. Now, when I first read it from 1 to 6 AM on July 21st I didn't cry. Mainly because I was to tired to fully comprehend what each word meant. And partially cause I stopped before the really sad stuff happened.

Here lies Dobby, a free elf.

*sobs*

Freeeeeeeeed.

*cries*

COLIN CREEVY.

*uncontrollable hysterics*

No, Jo. What's wrong with you. No one dies in a wizarding war. THEY DON'T. They're wizards. Noooo. That whole book put you in a depression for days on end until you pick up the first book. *swoons* Oh, the first book. But, to sad things.

Weirdly enough I don't think I get sad mentally, only physically. Like whenever someone dies I don't feel sad. They died. It's natural. It's spiritual. It's fine. But, everytime we get to the point of goodbye it's a water work. When my grandma died over the course of 15 steps I went from calm, and collected to a blubbering mess in front of everyone I know. I sat there like:

'C'mon, what just happened? Stop crying. Really, if you hyperventilate like this you'll pass out. Calm down. No, really. Body, you're freaking me out. Stop it.'

It's weird. I totally accepted it would happen mentally but, the innate human emotions still took over. Matter over mind. Some of my cousins looked fine. Like it was a usual thing. I was torn between yelling at them and asking them how they could do that. I hoped it was because they bawled uncontrollably yesterday. Who knows.

So, let's see. Deathly Hallows and, death. Kind of. Not really. Jo, has definitely (along with going to Catholic school) turned me into a very accepting person of death. Thinking about it isn't sad. I didn't bother telling people my grandma died. Just because I knew they'd be sad cause it was a death. She was a great person and if they read about her in a book they'd be amazed but, in this context they feel like death is a bad thing. It isn't though. We can't just think 'They're gone. Feel sad.' there has to be more put into it than just what we think we have to do.

This just turned into a monologue on death, not sadness. For another day.

KCTW