Bleh

What do you do, when two people you love have been bringing you down? What do you do when you want to talk to them but whenever you try to talk to them about something serious they get offended? What do you do when if you do manage to work up the courage to talk to them, they just make fun of you for it at a later date? What if when you're at your most sincere, they still find a way to mock you? What do you do when you feel terrible for writing this, but don't know how to approach it better?

Gah, I've been feeling so off lately, so... outside myself, and on top of that I've gotten zero sleep (that's an exaggeration, I've gotten four hours the past 3 nights), and my self-esteem is literally in the gutter. I just feel like absolute and utter crap and I hate it. I hate winter. I hate just, gah, whatever. *Sigh* Videos will be up later, and so will pics from the Senior Party.

My Life?

So, lately I've been seriously thinking about writing my memoir (yes at age 18). The only problem is I feel like I'd get to like age 8 and be exhausted and tired with it, or I'd leave it one day and not be able to get in the groove, yet I feel like if I did write the whole thing, then I could have a shot at getting it published? That'd be freakin' awesome, but, again, I don't know if I'd have the attention span to complete it. Thoughts???

AT LONG LAST!!!

FINALLY! MUSIC ON MY BLOG (Lets hope!)
This weeks song is a Miley Cyrus song, entitled East Northumberland High, which I'm pretty sure is the name of her High School? Regardless, it's an incredibly catchy song, and I can't stop listening to it! Probably one of the most fun songs by her (all her songs are fun though lol!) Listen in and Enjoy!!
(Edit: It may come out kind of loud, not entirely sure how to control the volume yet)

ANTICIPATION!

Big post coming soon, not necessarily deep, but lots of videos! Including: me getting my butt kicked, a boxing match between twins, and other various pictures!

Happy Anniversary to Me!

Interesting day today, most interesting indeed.

This morning for the first two periods, we (meaning my Military History class, and all the other Military History classes at Central, along with some students from North) had an assembly in the auditorium, where, coordinating with the army, set up a live satellite feed with this U.S. 3-star general in Iraq, and this other Iraqi general. I'm not sure why I was looking forward to it, maybe because of the promise of media coverage. Ultimately, the entire thing was a let down, in my eyes. It was blatantly obvious that this whole "interview" was just a ploy to make the war more popular among todays youth, as we are (generally) not in favor of it. As well, the fact that the teachers screened everyone's questions in the days before and picked out all the challenging ones, only added to the facade that was this morning. One question in particular stood out, and that was when the Iraqi general was asked what the Iraqi public and media thought of the U.S. Troops and their presence. I don't remember his exact response but I do specifically remember the words/phrases: "Heroes," "Liberated," "Dreams have come true," "Gracious," and "Overjoyed". Based on all the news coverage I watch, and read, I am certain this is not true. If I wanted to be spoon-fed answers about how well this war is going and how justified it is then I would have just watched Fox News and the O'Reilly Factor (Yes, that is on Fox News). I was foolish enough to actually think that this would be a learning experience. The good part of the entire thing was that I got a valid excuse to dress up and show off my fantastic skinny tie.

I used to hate dressing up but when I find a picture I want to model off of, then I enjoy it (though 9/10 times it ends up not looking nearly as good on me as it does on the model/celebrity I theme my outfit after. See: This Picture was my source of inspiration) Clearly, I didn't look nearly as dashing as that young man. Hey, nothing wrong with trying!

Every day that I read political stuff (like the news, lol) I always think What would I do in that situation? Then I arrive at an answer and am like Now if I could actually do that... and that leads me to want to be a Senator more and more. The more corruption and Narcissism and bribery (aka lobbying) going on with politicians the more it makes me want to be able to do something about it. I'm excited for tomorrow morning though, I'm going in at 7 (yikes!) to talk to Mr. Hopkins about different types of lawyers and different kinds of law you can go into. That'll be most exhilarating, and probably help me decided exactly what type of lawyer I want to be.

In other news, at my moms school every year they have an American Idol competition among the staff, and for some bizarre reason my mom volunteered me to play guitar for the show. I really want to do it but I don't know what songs I'd have to play! Hopefully it won't be hard stuff so I can actually play my first "show", that would exciting! Majorly.

Well, I have to cut this post short because I have a lot to do, both homework-wise and leisure-wise. I hope you all had a fantastic day!

PS: The reason my title involves My Anniversary is because this is my 60th post! Yay! 40 more to go!

Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention

Ok, so here is part of what I was gonna post on Friday, and I don't really remember the rest but I still have stuff to write about.

Anyways, in American Problems and the Law, on Friday, we were talking about gun control, and then my class brought up the NIU shootings (which were incredibly tragic). Before I knew it, almost my entire class (including the sub) were all calling the shooter names like weirdo, creep, loser, freak, psycho. Now, what really really peeves me about that is, that is probably what led him to do the shooting anyways! In no way am I defending his actions, but slandering a person who was probably bullied his whole life and possibly made fun of completely proves that human action does have an impact on people. All of us, students and adults, can take heed from this lesson. To students: I know we've heard all those anti-bullying speeches, but have you ever listened to them? What one of us can say that we have gone through one day without speaking negatively about one person, either to their back or their face. I get that I'm being horribly hypocritical right now, but I also was the one not taking part in that conversation in my AP Law class on Friday. The whole concept just seems mean.

Life has just been so frustrating lately, for reasons that are so menial that I can't even remember. I just question human action sometimes, the things we do and say. It's incredibly aggravating. I just want summer back, I am sick to death of this cold and want to be able to go outside with a tee-shirt and jeans on and not be cold. I'm not even saying like, 70 degrees, 50 or 60 degrees would be warm enough.

The more I think about it, the more I really wanna be a lawyer. Yet, at the same time, the more I think about it, the more I get scared that it's just me glorifying a future which I'll never achieve. My end goal to get out of this life is one of two things: Be a successful lead guitarist in a rock band, OR, the more probable one would be to take a seat in the U.S. Senate. I really want to be a Senator, I want to be able to make a change in my country. So many people talk about how our government is corrupt, and it is! But I want to be there and try to get rid of said corruption. I hate the way our government is going just as much as the next democrat, but rather than sit idle (as opposed to sitting actively) and whine, I'm going to try and do something.

That's all I'm going to write now because I'm tired and wanna get a decent nights sleep

Shudder

Never watch crime shows (namely Veronica Mars) at 3 in the morning. Especially not when the content matter is about getting date raped, and involves intruders. I'll have fun trying to get to sleep now.

Edit: OK, now I'm REALLY creeped out. After I posted this post I went to www.rockband.com, just to see what was going on in the forums, seeing if maybe Harmonix posted any breaking news. Well, when I get on the site, it greets me as "GotSka81". Now, I assure you, that is not my user name. THat's not even the creepy part though. I always, always keep a password on my computer, and it is in my room. That means someone was in my room, figured out my password, and logged in. CREEPY. I'll be sleeping with the door and windows locked tonight.

Roar

I wish I could make just this post Private, and not all of them. I don't want the general public to be able to read it, but certain people only haha. There are people who may read my site that I don't want to be able to see this. Gawrsh. Whatever.

Now I'm actually gonna go have that cereal

I Used to Be A Little Boy

The only reason I titled my blog that was because that's what Billy Corgan (a la Smashing Pumpkins) sang to me as I opened this page. I didn't want to write now but I'm in a saddened mood, and I write best when I'm sad.

And now I can't remember anything I wanted to write about.

...

*sigh*
I'm gonna go have cereal.
Buenos Noches.

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An open letter to Mrs. Green:

Dear Mrs. Green,

Please scroll down for the journals which were due today. I hope that they will meet your expectations. I will have the graphic organizers up later tonight, I just have to carry my moms scanner into my room, and I'm feeling really lazy right now. On a side note, I had a really good, deep post I was gonna put up tonight, but because of all that typing I just did, I'm all wrote-out. Now I'll have to wait 'til tomorrow or later, when I may not remember all I wanted to write about. No hard feelings :) Have a good weekend! Enjoy my journal and/or future blog posts

Sincerely,

Dr. R.M.Maxwell, Ph.D.,MD,WMD

Exaggeration: Effects

Just as the causes of exaggeration are abundant, so are the effects. While exaggeration is our own little effective way to "show" and not "tell", or rather "tell" and not "say", it is also crippling to our society. Exaggeration can raise our expectations, cause anxiety and worry, create panic, and end lives, even, if used incorrectly. The worst effect of exaggeration would probably be the fact that it creates anxiety or worry. How many of us can say that someone has never come up to us and said "Oh man, the math test today is so hard, I studied for like 2 hours last night and I'm pretty sure I flunked". Well, if someone tells you that in the morning, you're going to be worried about that test all day, and not only distract you from your other classes and possibly doing your homework in your study hall, but will also lead you to only be able to think "Oh man, I'm dead, I'm going to fail this." Exaggeration can put one in a negative mind set, so instead of saying "Ok, I'm ready for this test", you're most likely thinking "Oh God, I don't remember any of this!" Now say you're finally in your desk, and the test gets handed out, and it's one of the easiest things you've ever done. Now you've spent all day worrying, not focusing in class, and instead of getting homework done in study hall, you were busy studying for a test that you would have done fine on without studying.

Another effect of exaggerating is that it can ruin things. Either people can hype them up too much, or criticize them into oblivion. Both of these things are devastating to society. Say you're really excited to see a movie, you don't know much about it, but you're still excited. Then your friend sees it and is like "Oh man, that movie stunk! It was so bad, the special effects were so fake and the acting was terrible and I'll NEVER see THAT movie again!", well, chances are you'll not go see that film. What if, though, it turns out that that becomes your favorite film, or makes you realize something important about your life. The same goes the opposite direction, what if someone hypes up something so much, and then when you finally experience whatever it is that was being hyped up and it's not nearly what you thought, but, had someone not hyped it up, then you may have enjoyed it a good amount. Comments like these can ruin experiences that we may have otherwise genuinely enjoyed.

As far-fetched as it sounds, exaggeration has the potential to end lives. At some point in your life, you or someone you know, may or may not be planning a sky-diving trip. So you decide to do some research on it by asking around, and the first person you ask, who you trust a good amount, says "oh yeah, there's like a zero percent chance of anything bad happening when you sky dive, trust me, you'd probably have a better chance of having a whale fall out of the sky!" and then you do go skydiving, with the company that your "friend" recommended, and one member of your party's chute doesn't open. It's only after the fact that you do the research you initially intended to and you discover that the company your friend recommended to you has a very unimpressive record, with someone dying once a month with them. Had you known that, you would not have used that company, but because of someones believable exaggeration, you did, and someone was paralyzed. Now, these are very rare situations and you'll probably never encounter them in your life, and if you do encounter one, well, you won't exactly live to tell the tale ;-)

Further, what is an effect of all the above effects, is that you may be brandished a liar. If someone believes your exaggeration, and then what you said is wrong, that person is less likely to trust you, and tell other people to not trust you. If that trend continues we will end up having an (even more) untrusting society. In this day and age, there is not much more to depend on other than trust, so that is something very important to us.

Exaggeration: Causes

Exaggeration is a big part of society, from Presidential Candidates, to parents, to managers, to people on the street, you hear it almost every day. With the way todays society is going, it is no wonder that the use, and overuse, of exaggeration is on the rise. The group that most actively uses exaggeration is my generation, the teenagers/high schoolers of today, or as I call them, the "Exaggeneration". You can't go one hour without hearing at least one exaggerated statement; it has become almost like second nature for our society. If this was 80 years ago and someone said "Oh my God, I'm going to go home and sleep for like a million hours", the closest person would rush the exaggerator to the nearest hospital. Today, if one heard that statement, the reaction would be more along the lines of "Aww I wish I could but I have around 3000 tons of homework to do". What exactly causes this phenomenon? Did we just slip into it? Or do certain aspects of our life bring it about? One primary cause that reveals itself right away is the simple fact that life sucks. Who wants to focus on reality? Almost no one, which is why we have reality shows, teenage soap operas (be still my beating heart!), sit-coms, and everything else in between. Who wants to talk about the "X" amount of soldiers in Iraq that died over the weekend when you can talk about how it's "-100 degrees out"? Almost no one. Exaggeration is a way for the common man to invent their own reality, and forget the harsh realness that is real life.

Another cause of the increase in use of exaggeration is boredom. We are all, at some point during the day, bored with our lives. Why have a conversation like: "Yeah, I went home after school, and then ate a moderately sized dinner with my completely tolerable family then worked on my decent amount of homework before I took a quite soothing shower and went to bed" When you can have a conversation like: "Yeah, I sped home from school going like 50 miles per hour because I was so starving, and my mom made like the hugest meal ever, I mean, I was so hungry I could have eaten a third world country. My family was so incredibly annoying during dinner I could have punched them all in the face. It was, like, such a relief to get out of there, but then I had to do my huge amount of homework, I mean, it took me around 5 hours probably, or at least seemed like it! Once I finally finished my homework I took the most soothing shower ever, I mean, I melted it was so good. When I finally got into bed it was just like heaven, I mean I passed out like I was just knocked in the head with a hammer." Now see, isn't number two much better than number one? We all are looking for a way to spice up our lives, and not only does exaggeration do that, it also is a great way to bring up small talk. How would one be able to respond to conversation number one other than with "That sounds nice"? Or some other variation of that statement. With conversation number two, though, there are multiple questions that can be asked, like "What'd you have for dinner?" or "What did you have for homework?" There are tons of possibilities and those are just two of them.

The final feasible cause of exaggeration would be if it were used to express pain. There are people in the world who believe that no one can suffer more than them. An example of one use of this type of language would be if someone were to say "Oh man my back kills", the person using exaggeration would follow up with "Dude, not nearly as much as my shoulder, I banged up my shoulder so much more badly than you did to your back." These kinds of people should usually be ignored though because they also tend to be compulsive liars, who will blatantly say anything, and when you challenge them they get aggressive so you can't discover the fact that they are lying.

Carpal Tunnel bound! Woo!

This is what I've been killing my fingers over for the past few days. I've gotten up to 80 percent. This person beats it. I'm jealous. I normally get to about get up to where the movie hits 7:50 then lose. Very frustrating. I will master it yet!

Sons be good to your Mothers (Special Valentines Day Entry)

There are few teenagers (let alone high school Seniors!) who still like cuddling with their mothers. I am one of them. This post is in honor of my mother, who has guided me and kept me safe these past eighteen magnificent years. My mother is one of the best there is around. I know a lot of people say that, but that is a fact. I've only "hated" her a few times in my life, but she has also saved me in so many ways that I could never hold anything against her. From my earliest memory I was always closest with my mother. She was there when I learned how to read (Elmo's Big Day? If I recollect correctly), she was there when I learned to tie my shoes, she was there when I learned how to ride my bike, she was there when I had that horrific accident with my teeth that left me scarred for life (thankfully only emotionally), she was there for me when nobody else was, not even the vice Principal of my Junior High. Just like I wrote about my teachers, my mother has gone far above the expectations of any mother. I wouldn't be where I am today if it were not for my mother. I remember when she saw me off for Kindergarten, in fact, she came WITH me to the first day of Kindergarten, snapping pictures of me wearing my school supplies, preparing for the next 13 years of schooling that I would face. I, by no means, have had an easy life, and have enough scarring memories to take up an entire book, but I have had a bearable life, and that is all thanks to my mother. Like when my brother was in much conflict with my family, she took the liberty of contacting my third grade teacher letting me know that if I was tired in class, she should let me rest. Every time there was a bad fight in our house, my mom would pull me out from my bed (where I would be sobbing into my pillow) and pull me into hers, and rub my back unto I passed out. Every time I had a paper I didn't think I could do, my mom would be there to type it for me, while I dictated what to say. She has helped me with countless projects, and I probably owe most of my K-8 academic success to her. Whenever I was young I would curl up in a ball on her lap, whenever we'd go on vacations I would follow her everywhere. Even when I got older, I used to read in her bed, sitting side by side, while we waited for my father to get home.

To every bright side of a relationship there is a dark side. My mother has kept me from doing so many things that I would have ended up regretting doing, that it is not even funny. Many teens find it hard to resist the lures of alcohol and drugs, and I owe my 100% clean nature to my mother. I would never think about doing anything illicit in fear of breaking her heart; why would anyone want to cause their mother more worry than they should? Even in my darkest time, when suicide filled my thoughts, I would never bring myself to do it, for, sadly, one reason; that reason is my mother. She has already lost one child to brain cancer, and I would never want her to think that the way I was raised led her to lose a second. I would never want to leave my mother, ever. Every time I even got close to doing the unthinkable, images of my mother and me having hysterical laughing fits (usually about nothing) popped into my mind. Images of her delivering hot plates of her special cookies to me. Images of her ordering for me at restaurants because I was too timid to. Even when I wanted nothing more than for her to leave me alone, she was still there for me. She never lets me give up, no matter how hard I try to. She always finds a way to calm me down, even if I tell myself I'm not going to let her.

The most significant time my mother has ever been there for me has to have been when I was denied admission onto the eighth grade class cruise. My grades struggled all year, and I shut everyone out, including my mother. I always said I had my homework done, I always lied right through my teeth, sincerely saying I've finished everything. Every time I did that though, a hole in my stomach opened up farther, and farther, until the point that I cracked. I showed my mom my report card, through heavy sobs and abundant tears I let her know what I was going through. At the time I was fully expecting to get blown away, to be called immature. I knew my mother wasn't like that, but I have a tendency to expect the worst. Instead what I was received with was apologies, hugs, and sympathy. I was sincere with her, and she was sincere with me. After that we got me tested for A.D.D., Depression, the works. It turned out that I suffered from both (I strongly emphasize suffer). With this, she went in with me to argue my case with our vice principal, trying to get him to admit me onto the cruise, as my poor grades had a legitimate cause behind them. Instead I was betrayed by an educator, for the second time in my life. He turned the arguement back on my parents, blaming them for not checking my assignment notebook, blaming them for not keeping a better eye on me. After my mother used an expletive, the meeting was ended, and while I was not allowed to go on the cruise, I'd never been happier to have my mother as just that.

Even today, I still curl up in a ball on her lap, and my day is not complete until I get a hug from her. Even when I'm upset and break down into tears (yes, I still cry) my mother is still there to give me one of her should-be-patented back rubs. She's still there, still in my corner, swinging it out at everything that comes at me. The least I can do in return is to protect her. My mother is a proud woman, so she will never admit when she needs help. Based on how close my relationship with her is though, I can tell. I can always tell, just as how she can always tell when I'm upset, even if I adamantly deny it. It kills me that I can't do more for her than I can, which is give her a hug, and help her relieve her stress by talking to me. Even if she doesn't think I'm being sincere when I'm trying to comfort her, or being courteous, I keep doing it, because I know her reactions are sometimes off the cuff, and I could understand her suspicion because I have been known to be sneaky at times. My mother is one of the best ever. I'm not gonna claim the best ever because then people wouldn't believe me, because everyone believes their mother's are the best. No, my mother is one of the best. Even when I'm mad at her, I still undyingly love her, and would never want anything to happen to her. She is my support, my brace, my pillow, my biggest fan, my biggest challenger, my mommy. I don't know a single time in my life that my mom has let me give up. Ever. When I want to give up trying to ride a bike, my mom kept trying to get me to try. When I gave up wanting to tie shoes, my mother kept making me try. When I wanted to give up on school, my mom was there to finish an assignment or two for me. When I wanted to give up on life my mom got help for me. It's hard for me to not tear up while I'm writing this, and I can only hope my mother sees just how sincere I'm being when she reads this. If I ever lost my mom, my entire life would vanish, I can't even handle the thought. I need my mom, just as I need air, and food, and water. I love you mom, words can't describe just how much you mean to me.

Happy Valentines Day

At long last, a look to the past

Don't you just love titles that rhyme?

I'm probably not gonna be able to finish this post in one sitting, as I am at least a little sick and want to get some sleep to get myself back on the "Health Train". I'll start off with a look to these past few weeks, and what I haven't been updating you with. Well the most recent thing that I can remember that I can say is that I went to see the Hannah Montana 3D movie on Friday, and wow. It was fantastic haha, there's nothing like seeing Hannah in 3D! I actually felt like we were all at the concert. The only bad thing about it was the Jonas Brothers didn't play SOS (Booooo) but other than that it was GREAT. I even have a picture from that night, with all of us wearing our super cool 3D glasses.
I know. What a good looking bunch. I'm sorry if this seems dry, as 1.) I'm sort of in a serious (but not bad) mood, and 2.) I'm really tired so the funny sector of my mind is running on E. Anyways, then on Saturday was the dance. The day before was fine, kinda sucky. My mom got in a fight with me and then left and didn't even see me out the door before I left for Liz's house. It was really sad because she is always there, pestering me to pose for pictures but this time she wasn't even home. I didn't know how to iron my shirt, so I had to go with a slightly wrinkled one, and had to learn how to tie myself. With that, I left for Liz's, got there, realized my camera was out of batteries, so now it is all up to Caity Hoyle and Steve in order for me to get any pictures from that night. Everyone looked good, dinner was fine, the dance was fine, it didn't seem as long this time. Probably because we got there late, then had to take pictures, then danced. After the dance me and Liz hung, and we all (Me, Liz, Cathy, and Steve) went to Egg Harbor the following morning. I (unfortunately) had to work later on that day. It sucked. I was exhausted. I figured out how much my next paycheck will be for though so that is good.

That covers my weekend pretty much, it was fun, mostly just nice to get to spend time with Liz, and finally get some more time with Mike and Hunter, I haven't hung out with them outside of school in honestly so long. It's really depressing, and now sometimes I feel like I don't fit in with them when we are together but I'm sure that is just my mind getting to me. Monday, school, then work. My manager (the one I HATE) made me shovel the sidewalks and put salt down. Oh, and this same manager (who pretty much gets off on making fun of his employees) decided to mock me in front of the whole restaurant, and I was very close to smacking him in the mouth. That was fun. Then I closed, and went home, and stayed up much later than I should have. Tuesday was the same, school, then work. I had to shovel again, which was lame, and then the same manager which I hate made me take out all the trash, even though there were plenty of other people who were more fitting for the job (read as: Stronger and bigger). Again, went home, stayed up too late, went to bed.

That brings us today. Today I am sick, which is not surprising because Liz, Steve, Cathy, Greg, Kelsey and a whole bunch of people I've been around were sick. It sucks because 1.) my mom freaked out at me for making her call me out of school (I managed to make it to 3rd hour, sorry Mrs. Green) and now is threatening to not call me in late tomorrow to pick up Liz's surprise, but I won't get in too much trouble for being 30 minutes late to Resource, and I'm sure I can coax her into calling me in. That's about all that has happened in my life. I'm more than ecstatic for Friday because Liz is throwing me a Valentine's Day surprise and I have no clue what it is, but all I know is that I love surprises, and even more so when they are from her.

That brings us to the actual "Thought" part of this post, as opposed to a physical update. I'm gonna try to write this as best as possible but keep in mind I am incredibly tired. I've been thinking about the Presidential Election a lot. Especially since now people are saying that, since Barack SWEPT through the Potomac primaries (and received no congratulations from Hillary, I may add) that Hillary may not be able to catch back up. This is really exciting. Then I read things online like people saying "If Barack wins, I'm voting Republican!", and vice versa with Hillary. Why would any good Democrat, after suffering through these miserable past 8 years ever make a threat like that? Yes, I would prefer Obama 100x more than Hillary, but never in my life would I vote Republican, be it out of spite or any other reason. The more I think that if Barack does win the nomination, the more I get scared he might not win. I literally would break down in tears if another Republican takes a seat in the Oval Office. I wouldn't be able to cope. I've watched our country crumble and disintegrate and break apart, with the only hope in mind that Bush will be out of office soon, and now it is time for the Democrats to rebuild what he has ruined, and I believe Obama is our only hope. Just listen to the man speak, and if one thinks that he is only a good speaker and has no plans, or solutions for our nations problems, then go to my.barackobama.com, and read the issues page. He has a well thought out plan for every issue this country is facing. Yes, he may be inexperienced, but isn't that a somewhat good thing? He is more apt to try things that other President's will say "Oh that won't work, people have tried it before". Barack is this generations Kennedy (but hopefully won't suffer the same fate, though I do worry about that some times) and I will back him until the end. I want to be more than an angsty blogger though, I want to get out there, get involved, I want to be able to say "I helped elect the greatest President of all time", not just say "Yeah, I supported him", but I am too timid to get out there and make signs and organize events. Once I find an event in the area I can partake in, and that gets me rolling, who knows what I'll be able to do. As a new voter, I feel inspired to get kids my age to vote as well, even if it's not for the candidate I prefer. My generation (including me) needs to not be so complacent. If we expect changes we need to demand them. Not whine about them, not blog about them (oh, the irony), not think about them to ourselves. We need to get active, let politicians know how we feel! This is our future they're toying with and the only way to ensure our future turns out the way we want it to, we have to start with doing our civic duty, that being to vote. Look for me to get much more active in Obama's campaign in the coming weeks/months

That is the only major thought I have had recently. I'll try to squeeze in another deep post tomorrow (though this one wasn't as much deep as it was just simply long), for now, I'll play a Rock Band song or two, and go to sleep

On a much less mature note: Haha, I'm at home Mrs. Green and you are teaching :-D

Deep post coming tomorrow!!

But for the time being...

Mix of the Moment #3
1. Break the Ice - Britney Spears
2. Push Up On Me - Rihanna
3. Rule Breaker - Ashlee Simpson
4. Pirate Bones - Natasha Bedingfield
5. Secret Valentine - We the Kings
6. Skyway Avenue - We the Kings
7. Check Yes Juliet - We the Kings
8. The Quiet - We the Kings
9. Headlines Read Out... - We the Kings
10. Take My Hand - Simple Plan
11. I Can Wait Forever - Simple Plan
12. End - Simple Plan
13. Wonderwall - Oasis
14. Don't Look Back in Anger - Oasis
15. Rock Star - Hannah Montana
16. Life's What You Make It - Hannah Montana
17. Good and Broken - Miley Cyrus
18. I Miss You - Miley Cyrus
19. For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic - Paramore
20. That's What You Get - Paramore
21. You Are the One - Shiny Toy Guns
22. The Way I Am - Ingrid Michaelson

Lyrics of the (last) Week

Cain Said to Abel
by Bloc Party

cain said to Abel
"Brother I've been bad
Killed a fleet of angels
With my bare hands"

Cain said to Abel
"Brother I've been bad
And I can't find my glasses"

This self-obsessed sinner
I hear he loves to drink
This self-obsessed sinner
I hear he loves a fight

Success has been cruel
This year has been hard
Falling out of love
With the one thing I had loathed

This self-obsessed sinner
I hear he loves to drink
This self-obsessed sinner
I hear he loves a fight

Discipline, discipline, disappearing
Echoing, echoing, exiting
Disappearing, discipline, disappearing
Nothing there, nothing works, nothing matters
Every time, every time, I love over
Everything, everyone, every time
Family, family, shredded by
Liberty, liberty, literally

You can be, you can be, you can see
Eventually, literally, instantly
History, history, disappearing
Echoing, echoing, exiting
You look up, you look over, you can see it
Disappearing, disappearing, instantly
Literally, literally, telling them
They'll be different
They'll be special
They'll be better

This self-obsessed sinner
I hear he loves to drink
This self-obsessed sinner
I hear he loves a fight

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I hate anxiety
I hate anxiety
I hate anxiety
I hate depression
I hate anxiety
I hate depression and anxiety
I hate when I don't take my depression medicine
I hate anxiety
So scared
Can't sleep
Can't stop thinking
Hate anxiety
Hate
Hate
Hate
Scared
Tired
Worried
Anxious
Depressed
Sad
Nervous
Exhausted
I hate anxiety.

Because someone wouldn't let me watch it.

Here is a hilarious video of Ellen doing what she does best, being funny.
Watch the whole thing! It only gets better!

In case you didn't wanna click that link, here: Ellen + Hawaii Chair!

This is why I go to High School...

Here is the list you all have been waiting for. These teachers have revolutionized how I look at school and made me want to be a teacher myself (at times). They have the power to change the world, if only the world would let them. These teachers go above and beyond their jobs, but most importantly, noticeably love their jobs, which is one of the best feelings ever. I feel a special attachment with these teachers that is close to friendship, if not actually friendship already. To any teachers who may be reading this that aren't on the list, don't consider yourself bad teachers, it's just that these elite few went above and beyond their jobs.

Without further ado:

Mrs. Green
Ms. VanderSyde/Mrs. Albiniak
Mr. Albiniak
Mr. Hopkins
Mrs. Anderson

Close seconds:

Ms. Fruin
Mr. Plackett
Mr. Baldwin
Mr. Danbom

Congratulations to those that made it, you have truly changed my life for the better and inspired me to learn, and to want to learn. While you may not have known how I felt at the time, now hopefully you do. May your incredible talent be recognized in time, and, if I ever get rich, expect a generous "thank you" gift, but for now, hopefully these words will do my feelings justice.

Edit: A deep post is coming soon, as are the lyrics of the week

Mix of the Moment #2

Mix of the Moment #2
1. Wonderwall - Oasis
2. Nine in the Afternoon - Panic at the Disco
3. Tonight, Tonight - Panic at the Disco (Smashing Pumpkins cover)
4. Dance Like There's No Tomorrow - Paula Abdul ft. Randy Jackson
5. Creep - Radiohead
6. I Hear the Bells - Mike Doughty
7. G.N.O. - Girls Night Out - Miley Cyrus
8. Into the Night - Santana ft. Nickelback's Chad Kroeger
9. (You Drive Me) Crazy - Britney Spears
10. Everytime (Hi-Bias Radio Remix) - Britney Spears
11. Popular - The Veronicas
12. I Can't Stay Away - The Veronicas
13. Misery Business - Paramore
14. Hallelujah - Paramore
15. For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic - Paramore
16. Damaged - Danity Kane
17. Open Your Eyes - Snow Patrol
18. Get Me Bodied (Extended Mix) - Beyonce
19. Leave It All to Me (Theme from iCarly) - Miranda Cosgrove ft. Drake Bell
20. Rock With You - Janet Jackson
21. Great Wide Open - Funeral for a Friend

Grrr...

Angry.

An 18 Year Old Child

So, during my extensive Veronica Mars viewing last night, I got to the part of the series where they are nearing the end of their high school career, and anytime they talked about something about leaving high school I was on the verge of tears. I got to thinking, when it's my last day of school, and I'm taking my last final, will I be able to answer that last question? Put that last period on the end of my last high school essay question? Write my name on my last Naperville Central assignment ever? In my mind time will stop. Everyone talks about wanting to leave high school, get out, explore the world. Seldom do they take the time to look at all the adventuring they've done over these past four years. These last 4 years, for me, have been full of tears, heartbreak, love, new friends, fear, anxiety, relief, joy, happiness, disgust, enlightenment, and whatever other words one can think of. Sure, there has been a lot of pain, but there has been so much joy. I've walked the halls of Central countless times, heard enough swears to make a nun cry, seen enough fights to make a TV special, listened to enough gossip to fill an Us Magazine, and yet I'm not ready to leave it. Part of me has manifested itself in the halls that I've thought of as prison-like for the past few years.

If you really think of it, High School is like our parents, we resent it so much at times, but it keeps us safe, and teaches us what we need to know before sending us into the outside world. Sure, it may hand us things that we won't want to do, but isn't that what our parents do? Another thing that is really going to bum me out is leaving a good amount of my teachers. One of my favorite things in the world is having a teacher who loves teaching (and I've found surprisingly few, when it comes to my high school experience) I've been fortunate enough to have some of the best teachers ever over the course of high school. I'm not sure what it is, but when I am fortunate to get a teacher that possess such qualities, I often want to befriend them. Maybe it's because I tend to associate more with adults than with people my own age, maybe it's because I see qualities in them that I see in my own friends. If a teacher can actually make me excited for a class, then why wouldn't I want to be friends with them? They're making something I would normally dread, a treat, and that is no small feat, considering the fact that I'm the kid who used to shut down and cry when he realized he had to go to school the next day. To some of these teachers, I owe a portion of my life, for reasons I don't want to get into because then this post would take up a good part of my afternoon.

My bond that I feel with these teachers (I will post a list later) will make my leaving high school so much harder, that the more I actually think about it, the more I don't want to go. They say that before you die, your life passes before your eyes. Well, I am certain that before my high school career dies, with that last bubble being filled in, that last period being placed, that last time I'll ever write my name in a desk in Naperville Central, my High School life will pass before my eyes. All the tests I've ever taken, homework I have (or haven't) turned in, times I've been yelled at, times I've felt an instant connection with a teacher, times I've made my classmates laugh, all those times will flash, giving me my one last fresh breath of High School world before I'm nudged out into the real world.

WOO!!

SNOW DAY!!!!!

I have a deep post coming later today, keep checkin' in ;-)