That's something to (not) consider...

God, sometimes i just wish i could take advice given to me by one 'ER' "why don't you just move out an live in an apartment" Yes, very wise advice indeed, given to me by the wise man on top of the mountain. So now i have the laptop in my room, which is helps immensely. I go downstairs for mostly food related reasons or to leave the house or go to the basement, or if i have friends over. But otherwise, it's sometimes not a good idea. First of all, its a mess. The house is usually a mess. sometimes/usually i take initiative (perfectionism? ocd, not really.) and clean up the kitchen or living room. Maybe my family can live with living in a mess but I can't. My mom complains that i am in my room too long and she wants to "see me" but errg! why should i go downstairs just to be "seen". Another reason not to, is i'll go downstairs and "oh look, maggie's there, she must be available to do whatever, can you take the load out of the drier and fold it? oh look, the dog wants to go out, can you load up the dishwasher?" "i was kinda just getting dinner in the middle of-" *person walks away* "... my essay?" so pathetically, some of my food trips end up being very covert operations. HA

Pros of having my own apartment:
~ cleanliness! yay! And only my stuff would be around, it wouldn't be so clogged up. I think i could have it pretty organized with only a bit of organized mess.
~ no nagging. nuff said.
~ it's not like i don't already make my meals, make my shopping lists, do my laundry, clean my room/kitchen. now all i need is to be paid for going to school lol. (i love how impractical this is, see, i admit it)
~ no noise pollution. my house is relatively quiet, but that would always be nice.
~yay! (yes, that is a logical reason.)

So my mom doesn't see why i can't just use the lappy in the computer room? un disastre! no me gusta! en tus suenos! it is inhabited by a teen age boy, what do you expect. WAIT now that i bring that up, why don't they bug my brother?' he has less homework, they like never ask him to do the stuff that i do, never nag about not seeing him (he's in the computer room on the first floor, but it's not like they ever go in to "see" him) and he's messy and sometimes whiney! (but a cool person anyway...) but this is unjust! Ugughlhghl (noise of disgust and... ugh)

So... do I have anything else to complain about? Heh... sorry about that you guys. Oh! I've been saying that i feel like a nazgul and all that jazz but now i'm happy! I feel not tired! I almost got 10 hours of sleep last night because i methodically planned that I was going to "accidently" sleep through my alarm. When ever I have 10 or less hours of sleep between two nights then i have to start taking evasive action! in other words, i skipped band. yay! i'm not a nazgul anymore. I'm a person. I'm so proud... ....

good night. i'll probably be a nazgul again tomorrow but i usually manage to hide that unpleasant fact.

me

Colds should be freakin illegal

ick. my cold came back just in time for school. joy. i mean, who wouldn't want a sore throat and runny nose to go hand in hand with school induced fatigue and suffering?

I need to do my science current events. But i don't want to. really really badly. Le sigh. I'll start it after this blog post. Today at school wasn't actually that bad. I woke up 20 minutes earlier than I needed to (and like an hour after i should've fallen asleep) and in post-sleep delirium, I thought that my my mom was in there waking me up telling me that she had checked my planner and that all of my projects were due today. What a nightmare. Skipping breakfast was sad-face but i didn't get hungry (i ate my connect time snack purely out of knowing that i'd be hungry for lunch, guess what. I wasn't). Span was easy and the teacher seemed somewhat unprepared. which is fine with me. i read Inkheart because I don't have anything else to read.

I believe that my sandwich from lunch deserves an honorably mention on my blog. It was like gross bread plus way to much in the way of peanut butter and jelly. It was more of bread-coated slime. I wanted to pull it apart slowly and watch the bread slowly disintegrate, but mira threw it away for me. sad-face.

anyway, today was good, but tomorrow is going to SUCK. BADLY. DDDDAAAAANG. sciencesciencescience ick ick ick ick. I want to skiiiiiiiiiipp. there is no reason left for me too liiiiiiivvveeee.... and i like exageratiiinnnngggg...

AT on friday, w00t. I don't know who we're up against, but we'll crush them all!! (preferably stupid and confused 7th graders that don't know up from down. we could own them!)

I'm not getting any better at guitar hero. but what evs. medium is just fine for me. oh, sit ups in gym on wednesday! what better way to start the day than a grueling sit-up test? well, just about billions upon millions of things. on that topic, last night I turned on my audio book, turned off the light and lay down. To find that I wasn't the least bit tired and it was like 10:30. I'm used to going to bed like at twelve, but I woke up early the morning before so that I'd be prepared. But nooooooooooo. So I like jumped right back up and actually like did sit ups and stretched, and ran around my room a few times. I know, weird. it helped a bit and I can at least say that i fell asleep before 1. insomniac.

wish me luck on my current events.

so. life goes on. sadly.

It's Midnight Thirty

Yeah, so I went upstairs to read and go to bed and stuff at like 9:30, turned off my light at 10:20 like I should and I lay in bed until I couldn't stand it anymore. Now I'm down stairs in the compy room writing this on the lap top. Can you say insomnia? Actually I don't really blame you too much if you can't, considering it's not too common of a word and it looks funny. Augh, this post is really going to be random ranting and I probably won't remember doing this in the morning, so it will be funny looking at this tomorrow and editing all of my typos. Seriously, you can't blame me for being fuzzy-headed.

I stubbed my toe, well my whole foot really hard and it's turning purple. Some friendly advice: when making a stealthy escapade down stairs in the middle of the night when you're not thinking clearly, don't hit your foot on the nearest and spikiest banister-base-edge. Just don't. It hurts. Trust me. And you might just wake everybody else up with your cursing.

Yeah, so I'm still awake and I'm not really that tired. Like I feel like talking animatedly to somebody, so that's why I'm doing this post. To keep freaking sane. It would be funny if I logged on gmail and some of my friends were on there, oops I tried and nobody else is still awake. I wonder why the heck not! The night is young! Relatively!

This is sorta what I mean on my livejournal account where I said that my interests were "sleeping" and "not sleeping". Sleeping is nice when you have a flexible 14 hour time period to do it and can get to sleep right away, but when your so crushed for time, like on good nights like this evening where I finished my homework by 8 and was able to get to bed relatively early and have to wake up unpleasantly at like O-dark-hundred then it's not that great. Not that I'd rather be here typing insanely away on my blog but oh well.

I might be fast asleep right now if I didn't keep on having these freaking dreams that I was stepping on a piece of ice, slipping and falling backwards to get that "jolt" awake thing. Those things are just as good as electric shocks.

Is it time for breakfast yet? I'm freaking starving. Anyway. I think I hear my dog attacking her bed, so this is what she does when we are sleeping. I think the bed is winning, honestly.

My "Dealing with Dragons" alarm just went off in my head. If I read a really good book for the first time, then almost exactly a year later I think that I should reread it. I have a long list of books that were my wintertime books. I don't know how I fit freaking all of them. Holy crap. But they're all so good. Lol.

While I keep on complaining about pretty much everything, I might as well mention that my fore-arms hurt like he-ckola. The short story is that I was climbing a tree when there wasn't any snow and I ended up slipping, and putting all of my weight on my arms, twisting around and hitting my back on the trunk of the tree. But we had to do volleyball today. At least H, who's not my gym teacher, but taught us today anyway, isn't a sadist. Might as well being, considering everything in volleyball ignites the Tree's Revenge as I call it. Well ever since... now. I've said that. I don't know. We were taking chairs down at knowledge masters a few weeks or so ago and hurt like he-ckola and I was like "holy crap" and dropped the chair. It must've looked pretty stoopy.

I thought this might help consume my energy, but it hasn't. Maybe blogging has caffeine in it. I'll have to check the label. Okay whatever, I will stop burning the eyes of who's ever reading this and go like read or something. Sorry. Maybe I won't post this.

Ha, I'm editing this and it's the next morning. I was pretty (the typing form of) inarticulate and a little bit vulgar. I do remember doing this, and I got to sleep at around 1 wake up at O-dark-hundred and that's like 5-6 hours of sleep. I'll try not to bite anybody's head off at school, but that will be the stupid lower life forms in my LRT and not you guys. So that's why I'll have brain tendrils and blood coming out of my mouth when I get on the bus. I'll have bitten somebody's head off for being pathetic and stupid. I wonder if that would hold up in court. "Gentlemen and Ladies of the jury, I decapitated my opponent not because I was hungry, but because my opponent was stupid and confused." No, I really don't think it would. I'll be good.

Ahhhhh, sleep

I just got 11 hours of sleep. Usually I want to be woken up at 9:30 so this doesn't happen and so that I'll be able to sleep the next night. I'm not too worried about it, I only woke up at 10:17. Ahhh, I love Thanksgiving Break. More than life itself. Actually Winter Break is like the highlight of each year, but i won't get too ahead of myself.

I saw this gruesome movie two nights ago with my neighbor. Ok so we thought it was a sweet childrens/teen type fairytale in english. So no, it was in spanish and we had to use the english subtitles (but that was pretty fun, because you forget that you're using subtitles after a while and I kept on hearing all of this stuff that I understood.) And it was like rated R. There were so many scenes where I could look. The bad guy is the main characters un-biological father, who is this Spanish facist leader that is trying to wipe out these guerilla rebels hiding in the woods. This guy is worthless... I mean ruthless! The whole time we were rooting for him to die. IT WAS SO SAD AT THE END. IT MADE ME WANT TO CRY (note, I didn't!) But OMG it was sooooo depressing!!! Talk about not-happy endings! maybe if a child was watching it, they wouldn't understand why it was so sad, but I did! /Buckets of tears\ Anyway, it was called Pan's Labyrinth. I don't understand why it's "Pan's labyrinth" because the name Pan never turned up in the whole thing. I perfer the spanish title which is something like La Labyrinthe del Fauno. Ironically, it makes a lot more sense.

I finished both books that I got on friday. Hmmmble. What now?

Kwano, you'd probably like one of them "Define "Normal"" but there's swearing in it. It's this realistic fiction book where these two girls become friends through this peer counseling program at school. It's pretty cool.

I biked to my music lesson yesterday. It was really awesome because it was all misty and cloudy and cool. biking for the first time in a long time while listening to pumping music really gives you a rush. It's like totally so fast!! liekzomg.

Anyway... I'm done..