Now I have to either write a hundred-page journal or type in a blog for Creative Writing II.

So, now there’s even more reason for me to update my blog more often.

Oh, yeah, and I switched back into Creative Writing II, even though I wasn’t suppose to have it this semester. I went from average homework load in IB, to HOMEWORK OVERLOAD.

Switching from Entis back to Mr. Mills for World History is tough. In Mr. Entis’s class, we practically do nothing but listen to him talk about “natural things”. In Mr. Mills, we’ve got a heck of a lot of pages to fill up in our World History notebooks. And those pages have to be relevant to World History, so you can’t just scribble some random history filler and call it a day.

And I come back to Creative Writing II, and I found out that I have a narrative poem due on Wednesday, and a “superb story, extraordinary essay, and perfect poem” due at the end of February.

I’m sorry, Mr. Stanton. I love literature and all, but my story, essay, and poem will not be worth anyone’s time. Especially now that I have all this crap homework to do.

Oh well. I’ll try to do well on updating my blog, I guess.

Apurva hacked into my flash drive over the weekend, because I left it in his car. He plugged it into his computer to “check who’s the owner,” but as soon as he saw that a few of my blog entries was on there, as well as my NaNoWriMo novel, he forgot all about what was his purpose for plugging it into his computer. I had put a password on my NaNo, so he went into a frenzy trying to hack into it. He even typed in, “I am a psycho woman” just to see if I was indeed psycho.

Then he called Jason and told him all about his findings. Jason called me to ask how to set a password on Word (Back then I hadn’t realized that my flash drive was gone), and probably how to take it off (I can’t quite remember what he asked for after that). Hah. My password was six random numbers. Have fun guessing that, you two.

But I didn’t encrypt my NaNo outline. Or blog entry (It was my last entry, and I put it on Word because I was going to print it, cut it out, and turn it into a little scroll for fun).

So Apurva attacked at how this one guy in my novel was called Cody, and there was this guy at my school called Cody Wei. I told him my novel Cody was in no way related to Mr. Wei, as I had first started the first draft of my novel in January, a good eight months before I even heard about Wei.

And then I told him that none of my characters are based off of anyone I know. Well, not CONSCIOUSLY, at least. Vatsal pointed out that the main character’s mentor sounded emo, which sounded a lot like Ryan Stanley. I sort of had to agree with that one, as the mentor was a bit emo, and she was a female (Ryan Stanley is technically a male, but the guys think they know better).

Sort of.

In the carpool, they attacked my blog entry. Apurva and Jason found out that they were mentioned in my blog entry (Well, of course. Apurva saved it onto his computer and emailed it to Jason), but Sean wasn’t. Sean didn’t say anything (As per usual), but I guess he was a bit disappointed. Then Apurva found out that Sean hadn’t read my entry yet, and decided to email it to him as well.

Damn you, Apurva.

I’m encrypting everything on my flash drive from now on. Boy, I’m sure thankful that there wasn’t anything too revealing in the entry that they read. Nothing like the “Moi friends” entry, or even all of the bashings and rantings I gave them in my journal entries.

Jason says that he needed more flash drives from different people. He won’t be getting anymore from me. And if he does manage to get his mitts on one, he’ll drive himself crazy trying to figure out the passwords.

 

Spam One

Whoo! Spam time! Lotsa nonsense to type!

WARD VS. WHITE UPDATE:

Ward was unexpectedly attacked by White today at approximately 7-8 AM. According to a first-hand witness (White), Ward was delivered a Halloween pumpkin decorated with clumps of white fuzzy hair and cheesy glasses. In other words… it was dressed like HIM. I expect Ward will be whipping out that mechanical tarantula anytime soon.

IS:

A girl in our class somehow knocked over the lamp on Ms Smith’s desk. The lampshade flew off, and the lightbulb shattered. Ms Smith came in, wondering what the heck happened. Girl confesses, and Ms Smith storms over to her desk to pick up the pieces of the fallen lamp. Since the lightbulb shattered, but was still screwed into the lampstand, the filament inside the bulb sparked, and then dissipated into smoke. She yelled at said girl and slammed things down, until a janitor came over to pick up the remains of the lightbulb. The classroom was dead silent… until she left the room. You can probably guess what they did as soon as the door closed behind Ms Smith.

OUR SCHOOL’S PEP RALLIES:

Oh, they are ze horror. It’s basically an introduction to all of our sports team, then a sad attempt to get each grade rallied up and screaming at the top of their lungs. Our school’s dance team, the Lionettes, were more like a “Let’s wiggle our booties until they fall off” team. The members of our sports teams just skipped across the track as their name was called, and the people in the bleachers cheered according to how popular each one was. They had a lame game in which a representative from each grade (ninth, tenth, eleventh, and twelfth) had to spin around a baseball bat ten times, draw the school’s mascot (a lion), then do four cartwheels and race to the finish line. The ninth grade representative gave up after drawing the lion.

On top of it all, we were sitting out in the sun in ninety to a hundred degree whether with absolutely no shade, sweating to death.

In fact, the only good thing about the pep rally was the band. Boy, I felt sorry for them, having to stand out in the middle of the track field carrying heavy instruments, fully decked out in black clothing.

It was so bad that some of my classmates wished that they had stayed in class instead and wrote an essay or something. I just wanted to go home.

SCHOOL’S SPORTS:

A.k.a. they suck, mostly because to be on a sports team, you have to maintain a C average, which is apparently an extraodinary achievement for the talented traditional kids at our school. In IB, most of us don’t even have time to join a sports club, so although we definitely exceed the “seemingly impossible” expectations (Really, in a traditional class, all you need to do to pass with a C is get most of the homework and assignments done. You don’t even need to study), we just can’t join any clubs that demand frequent afterschool practices, meets, or afterschool anything, for that matter.

Plus, most of us were born and raised geniuses, and geniuses usually aren’t encouraged to join sports because they have better things to use their brain for.

Of course, this hasn’t stopped some IB kids from joining a sports club, but the majority of us stayed out of sweating in hundred-degree weather in smelly practice jerseys.

DIANA + JERRY:

Diana, one of my new girlfriends, after dumping Jason only a couple of weeks ago, soon began liking Apurva, the somewhat tolerable Indian I’ve been hanging out with for the past four years. Jason said he heard that Diana liked a new boy every month. I think I’m beginning to agree with him for once.

Apurva seems to also like Diana, but Diana isn’t convinced. She’s all, “Oh, but do you see how he insults me all the time? He never insulted me that much when we first met!”

And I guess it’s sorta important to know that in my ring of friends, insulting each other is part of our daily language, especially if we’ve known each other for more than two months.

And Apurva is showing signs of being annoyed by Diana. He is starting to complain about her to Sean, Jason, and I while we carpool to and from school. But that doesn’t mean he HATES her.

I keep telling Diana that fourteen is seriously too young to be dating. I mean, you’ve got all this time ahead of you to get to know boys better, and you can pick and choose the best ones! What, you’re going to turn into one of those girls who’re like, “Oh, hi! What’s your name? Brad, oh that’s a nice name! Here’s my number.” and date a new guy every other week? If anything, her first relationship with Jason should teach her something:

1. Diana meets Jason, Jason meets Diana.
2. They talk to each other for about a month. They start liking each other.
3. Jason asks Diana out.
4. Diana thinks he’s brilliant.
5. One week later, she dumps him because he turned out to be a jerk.

Hellooooo? IMPORTANT LESSON HERE!

Oi.

Jason is still mourning over Diana. He hasn’t moved on, nor has he figured out what he did wrong. Well, he’s thirteen. He’ll move on eventually.

I guess Diana is just one of those hyperactive girls who are desperate for a boyfriend. She passes notes to me in math, and they’re all about guys. It’s like she can’t talk about anything else. She is so obssessed!

BENITO:

Jason, Apurva, and I visited Benito, our old middle school. All of our eigth grade core teachers were there, and we had a nice reunion. My old history teacher, Mrs. Hodges, got pregnant (That’s the third teacher of mine that got pregnant while teaching school), my old science teacher, Mr. Leary, says he’s retiring after this year, and my old math teacher, Mrs. Veon, looked like she lost some weight.

The first impression we got from them was that they missed us dearly. Apparently, according to them, “Honors was just not honors anymore.”

(NOTE: Honors are the highest level courses they offer in middle school.)

Which meant, bluntly: “The eigth graders this year are dumb and incompetent.”

And we saw that clearly when Ms Brown, my old English teacher, barreled down the hall and threw her arms around us, yelling and panting, “Oh, it’s you guys! Oh, dang, man, it ain’t like… it ain’t…”

She laughed, then left the school. But we got the message: The eigth grade Honors teachers definitely missed us.

It was fun.

 

Moi Friends

Whoo! Update! Okay, so this time, I decided to type up an overview of my friends. After all, they “just might” play a big part in my life later on. Just might… D:

Jason: Chinese, like me. A bit on the pudgy side, and he’s usually a nice guy. However, lately he’s been just plain annoying. He’s still a young teen, which means he’s selfish, ignorant, and all-in-all, not a good person to befriend. However, he gives this false impression of being a really good friend, and then once you get to know him better, he starts ignoring you more and more often, until BAM! You just want to slap him in the face or whack his head with your Biology textbook or something. He’s also extremely perverted, which is another good reason to stay away from him.

Jason likes to take the easy way out of everything: He wants to become a doctor or a dermatologist just for the money, and stuff like that. He hasn’t waken up to reality yet, apparently.

Sean: He’s one of two white Americans who sits at our Asian table during lunch. He’s the best friend of Jason and is interested in whatever Jason cares about, because, apparently, Jason is the only “smart guy” in our group.

Personally, I think Sean’s definition of “smart” isn’t correct. He’s a science guy (Which contradicts his deeply religious background, but whatever), and believes that everything in life has to follow logic. Um, no. Absolutely not. Life is terribly random, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

But Sean doesn’t believe in such a philosophy. He still goes on, picking at any miniscule thing in our lives that doesn’t follow logic. Funny thing is, he’s way older than all of us, and usually that means he has more wisdom, but not in this case. I guess he’s just been hanging out with Jason for way too long.

In his freetime, he makes potato canons, explosives, and lasers. He likes to read manuals and books about anything science. I’m not even kidding. His room’s floor is completely covered in electronic parts and bits, and it always amazes me how he makes his way around his room everyday.

Apurva: He’s Indian. The only all-around pretty normal guy that I hang out with. He has his odd quirks, such as being a bit violent and all, but he’s funny, and he’s normal. He’s a lot more bearable to hang out with than Sean and Jason. For one thing, he tries not to pick on anyone who he thinks is “dumber” than him. Of course, sometimes it’s just irresistable, but he has a lot more control than the other two.

He watches anime and stuff, like me, but that doesn’t mean he’s a weirdo. In fact, Jason and Sean didn’t know that he does geeky stuff like watch anime until very recently. And they’ve known him ever since the sixth grade.

Vatsal: He’s Indian, and he’s a friend of ours. He’s rather quiet, but has this apparently screechy voice that annihilates the eardrums of anyone sitting right beside him. The boys torture him to death, teasing him about his gayness. I admit, I was one of them back in sixth and seventh grade, but I stopped making fun of poor Vatsal in the eigth when I realized that he deserved to be left alone. He’s a good guy, too.

The guys still make fun of him, and I try to stand up for him whenever possible. I also try to pay attention to him more often because I REALLY need new friends after hanging out with Sean and Jason. I REALLY need to get away from those two before I get terribly influenced by them.

Diana: She’s Chinese, like moi. A new friend I met this year, who’s also perverted (Just like Jason), and has dated Jason for exactly a week. Now, there’s a whole explanation behind the dating-Jason thing, but I’ll leave that for another day.

She’s really nice and friendly. I should be getting to know her pretty well, soon. We’re already talking a lot on the phone and everything, and in IB, if you spend a lot of time on the phone talking to someone, you’re REALLY good friends with that person.

Michael: He’s Indian. He’s also a pretty good friend, like Diana, but in a guy way. He listens to people, he’ll laugh at lame jokes, and he’s funny as well. Heck, all my friends are. What’s not to like about him? I don’t understand why others will fall for people like Jason when they have much more amiable people to be acquainted with, like Michael.

Shreenath: Okay, he’s also Indian, but unlike Michael, Apurva, and Vatsal, he’s gross, disgusting, and also plain annoying. I don’t know how many times he’s jerked at my poofy hair or touched something of mine. He also burps in people’s faces at lunch and coughs on everything.

But when you look past these quirks, he’s also another good guy. Sean hates him, but once you get to know him better, he’s got friendly qualities (Hard as it may be to believe). He won’t ditch you or ignore you like Sean and Jason have towards me, he’s willing to listen, and he’s fun.

Danielle and Elizabeth: They’re two friends of mine I met this year. We have Creative Writing together, and we hang out together a lot during and in between classes we have together. They’re good people, but lately, I’ve been getting the impression that they’re ignoring me as well (What’s with people ignoring me these days?).

Alex and Alice: Alice has been a long time friend of mine. She’s the A.Z. I was talking about in earlier blog entries. She sounds whiney all the time, but unlike my guy friends, she’s rather optimistic, and a pretty good influence to be around (Except for the aforementioned whininess).

As for Alex, I met her just this year. She’s perverted, and likes to talk about girl body parts a lot, for some reason. She has even named certain body parts on her, and not all of the names are girl names. She’s… interesting.

So, a quick overview of all the friends I socialize with frequently. I better go do my homework now. I’m terribly behind.

Btw, Mr. Stanton gave us a brand new topic a couple of weeks ago after the Murder one: Rabbits.

Now, I could go on and on about how peculiar and terrible this topic is, but I’ve REALLY got to get my homework done, and comment on Jessie’s blog so she knows I’ve updated my blog recently, so I’m going to leave for now.

 

PARTAY.

A.K.A. HELP ME. I AM STUCK WITH A GROUP OF 5-12 YEAR OLDS, AND THEY ARE GOING INSANE IN MY BEDROOM. I SWEAR, THEY’RE SMOKING SOMETHING WHEN I’M NOT LOOKING.

SEND HELP. PLEASE.

 

People Change

Nothing much happened today. Big math test tomorrow.

Yesterday, my friend S.B. and I had a chat on the phone. We hadn’t talked in forever.

We chatted about ourselves, our families, and other people at school. So many of the people at my school changed since I first met them. Well, at least, the preps did. Like this one girl, T. She was one of the better preps back in seventh grade. But in eigth grade, she came in looking so ruined! S.B. said she was on drugs or something. She wore mismatched socks and all of this bright clothing that she never would’ve worn in seventh grade. Her hair was all cut up like she stuck her head in a ceiling fan or something. And she acted as if she didn’t care much about herself, since she would let her sweaters hang down and reveal her bra straps or whatever.

Now that I think about it, bra straps hanging out isn’t uncommon around this area, but you would’ve thought that the teachers would’ve said something. After all, there is a strict school policy against revealing your bare shoulders in school or wearing clothing that your undergarments poke out of. But noooo. I guess her teachers believed she was a perfect little angel and left her alone.

Anyway, that was her change between seventh and eigth grade. I don’t know how she is now, and I don’t WANT to know.

Then there was this other girl who was in the same drama class as T, S.B, and I. She was T’s best buddy, and the two were practically inseparable. This girl looked way better than T, but she, too, wore strange clothing similar to T’s. This girl was S.B.’s friend, and she seemed perfectly amiable in the eigth grade. But then S.B. told me over the phone that the girl got drunk and went crazy this summer. I was like, “WHAAAAA? Did you see her do that?”

“No, but that’s what I heard. I forgot who told me, though,” S.B. replied.

So it was just a rumor. But I didn’t find it hard to imagine that girl getting drunk. Even though she was nice and friendly and all, I always thought that she had a bad side somewhere in there. Maybe it was her clothing that said it all.

But the bottom line is, people can change pretty quickly. What I wonder is what causes these people to change. My old I’m-Proud-To-Be-Drug-Free mentor says it’s all about peer pressure or family problems, but maybe there’s more to that. Isn’t there like, a whole bunch of people out there trying to figure out how teen minds work and what makes them take such abrupt changes? Yeah, there probably is. They better be publishing their books soon. Apparently, not all of this, “No drugs! No alcohol! No smoking!” hype that the teachers are working up is getting to the students.

Gah! I’ve gotta play piano now. And I’m waaaay behind on my Chinese. And I haven’t finished chapter 1 of my novel yet! And the math! *Shuts down computer and runs away*