Coming to a Close

School is finally on its way to the end. And everyone feels it. Finals are all week this week and next week. It is pretty intense. Two exams for Algebra which kind of sucks. A costume final for English. A delayed History final, and a brilliant, yet suspiciously easy Physics final.
My Junior year has gone by so fast, it makes me scared to wonder how fast my Senior year will go. Half of me feels that I am not ready to be in the real world. Then the stronger and more overpowering half of me says, "Bring it on!"
On my "To Do" list, consists of, getting another job. And by "another job" I mean one that I can actually have real hours and a steady time space thingy. The second and first on my list it PERMIT! So I can get from point A to point B, or at least know how to get there. Third and second, and this is a big one. One that is surprisingly vital in my Graduation plan. CAR. I might just pretend my "car" is the TARDIS just to make driving a bit more fun and less frightening. I shall drive (or operate) a TARDIS with a working Chameleon Circuit! which would be nice. I do like blending into my surroundings.
And last but clearly first. GRADUATE. Thats pretty much enough said for that.
Back to the car.
With this transporting vehicle, I shall be a bit more free, as to were I can work and things I can do. With this, I will be free to work in Bellingham, or Blaine, or even Ferndale if I wish it.
And I will be able to get a job there, since I have work experience, and I am a responsible youngish adult. Which everyone likes. I will be at work on time, do what I'm told. I never say no. AND (this is a big one) I don't PARTY HARDY! I don't even party a little bit. It makes everyone look at me twice. then they laugh at how shocked they are.

Well, Graduation is coming up, and I am deeply saddened. My senior friends are leaving me. But it is indeed for their own good. (I need to stop grinding my teeth).
I will miss them mucho, but I will be glad to take their place as head of school! (FRESHMAN SHALL BE PUNISHED)

My senior project has changed from, Being a "curator" to being an AURTHUR! Which is more up my ally. Arting is just my hobby, were is writing, is my passion.
Gathering school books it a pain and no fun. I keep getting ones from Micheal Jackson (Issued WHITE returned BLACK) It's some crazy shenanigans. That word has multiple N's.

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BYE!

Back Seat Driving, Two Year Olds, and Coming Out of the Closet

This weekend has been a busy one!
My cousin surprised us on Saturday, she came over from Philly, so it was indeed a surprise!

We saw Pirates today, and it was okay I suppose... Besides the fact that they are, most likely, going to make a fifth one... I wonder it it will end?

Tangents! On the way home, from the movies.... in Canada.... Because we are cool and leave the country to watch movies..... My uncle decided to back seat drive.. and this has been happening all weekend since he likes to be in control of the vehicle. Which in some cases, isn't the case at all. And for most of the weekend we have been riding in my cousins rental car, which is an amazing Nissan Cube! I want one. But, back to the main point, he keeps on back seat driving. Which is in fact annoying even when you are not the driver.

And today it got a bit over the edge, but Saturday was a bit worse because we got lost, and today added to the frustration because he doesn't understand the words: "Don't" or "stop" so.... it was a bit angry in the car. My aunt snapped and my cousin snapped and he was throwing a tantrum like a two year old.

Which brings us to the underpass. Which is a tunning that goes under the Frasier River... I think. Which is heading south our of Richmond where we went to see Pirates. Well, it gets loud under water, and we were behind a smelly car, so my cousin put up the window until we were free from hell. BUT my uncle didn't like that idea since he has no use for his nose(?). So he rolled it down. She rolled it up. He rolled it down. Do you see where this is going? And this went on. and on. and on. Until she locked the windows. then he kept pressing the buttons complaining that the window wouldn't go down. So, long story short, it was like a two year old playing with the window buttons and complaining. It was funny and I couldn't help but laugh.

And also like two year olds, he misunderstood the meaning of "Coming out of the closet." I don't remember what I said, I only remember the argument afterwards. He kept going on how "Gays" overshadowed the saying. His examples of how the saying could be used; "I'm black, I just came out of the closet", "I'm Asian, I just came out of the closet." , "I work at McDonalds, I just came out of the closet." and last but not least, "I'm a trucker, I just came out of the closet."

Yea.....  No..... Not really. It was funny since he either really believes that, or is such a homophobe that he doesn't want to accept the true meaning of, "I just came out of the closet"

In other news. This weekend was Bamfy. End of story. thats how it was.

Graduation

I'm scared.

and thats pretty  much all I have to say to that!

I'm afraid I wont graduate on time and become a super senior!

and I would like support on both sides of the fence! Can I at least have that?!

Apparently not.

Have a nice day!

Ramblings

I have this weird feeling I'm going to forget something important.

But on a side note: I have been really looking forward to coming days. Not that I wasn't, I just wasn't prepared to face them just yet.
And since my Junior year is coming to a close, I have realized how much growing up scares me! I mean, the thought of soon being able to vote and leaving home is just a frightening thought. I am 17 and not ready to be out there on my own yet. College still seems like a different language, even though I have humored the idea on many occasions. But still, the thought of being, LIVING, at school is just odd to think about.

But the boys are another thing...... a thing of unknown territory that is.

I mean.... what kind of species is Male anyway?

I have come to the conclusion that boys are a different type of human. YES they are in the Human family... but lions are in the cat family.... So... Get the picture?
Men/Boys would be a dumber version of Women/Girls.... It makes perfect sense now that I think about it. Right?

And there's another thing. I write better then I speak? No... Yes... But I can also be very vibrant and excited with my words rather then actions. It really has come to mind, that having both a Vlog and a Blog is a very good thing.

I really do need to "open" up more, so I can carry on in life. Because as of now, I feel like I don't fit in anywhere, not even with my closest friends. Which is really sad. Depressing come to think of it.
And I'm pretty ecstatic to get my cam corder so I can make better vlogs then just with my lame web cam on my computer.

And So... this is where I leave you, since I feel I should head to bed or something.
Bye!

My very own TARDIS!!!

The Rapture

So, today was suppose to be judgement day. I was wondering how they how it was going to happen, what was going to be on the news, and how the sky would look. The forecast said there would be rain, and there was rain. It kind of sucks. We had a sunny streak going until today. Is that the first sign of the rapture? A true forecast?
And this whole things seems silly to begin with. I mean, why listen to some old guy? How come I can't say something that people will believe and he can?
Well, I say the world is going to end after my birthday, October 21, 2011.... Oh wait... He said that too. And whats up with that?! AFTER I turn the big one eight! I'm going to be an adult for less then 24 hours. What a life! Thats barely enough time to celebrate! I wont even get to vote in the 2012 elections. Because again we're suppose to die then too. Three dates, and so far, nothing to show for it.
People are pretty ridiculous. If the world were to end, I'm pretty sure there would be some kind of warning. Like, flying pigs or those sky fish, like in Doctor Who!
Not just some guy saying it will. I feel we'll go out with a bang! WWIII or some kind of radioactive malfunction, or world wide cancer! Something classy and believable, not because "God came down and told me so."
I figure God has something else planned for us, and not some silly rapture. I give it a couple hundred to a thousand more years.

 Just in case it does happen sooner, I wont be prepared.

Letter to myself.

Dear Martha,
I feel that you shouldn't try so hard. I can understand why you think you need too, but the things you do come naturally and there is no work involved. So, take a step back, take deep breaths, and look forward. Don't look back, for that is long gone. What awaits ahead of you is important.
You will find ways to succeed in life, and ways to succeed in your mind. There is no need to fret about it. Even with a camera, with a pen and paper, with a paintbrush, it will soon come effortlessly. You just need to believe in yourself and what you want will be what you get.
Look back on this and reread word for word to remind yourself these words are true. And I know the first thing you will think is; "Why am I so self centered?" When in truth you are the most selfless person I have known.
So keep you chin up, and try your BEST. Don't overflow your brain with useless rants and kicks about how you don't try hard enough. Just remember to always take deep breaths and look ahead.

Sincerely,
Martha