December Warp Up

Ok, ok, for reals this time.

Obviously I've taken a leave of absence, which is totally legal, seeing as this isn't my journal or anything cool like that. Sadly, I've taken a leave of absence from that too... That has to be expected though. I guess I should state that I'm an avid journaler, and since 2006 I have kept a [somewhat] accurate and fluent record of my... life....

However, the past few weeks have been [slightly] eventful, and I'm sure you'll find them [hopefully] as marvelous as I have.

Thanksgiving weekend I pulled in 45 minutes late for curfew and was slammed with a week and a half sentence of repercussions. Not horrible I suppose, but still inconvenient for blogging purposes. After that, my feng shui was totally off, and I was in a queer, self pitying mood for about the next month. That takes care of the latter of November, and the majority of December, along with the grueling tests my theory teacher loves to throw on us. Mind that my teacher is also my older sister's old boyfriend from her junior high days. I.E. The days when I was toddeling. I'm just waiting to toss out a "Back off Tyler!" at him when he's being especially guresome.

During Decmeber, the 18th as I recall, the day before we got out for Holiday Break, I was the clerk for the local Youth Court, so I got to sit in on all the cases and scribe notes until my hand cramped, and ever on. Of course, this was only after I was heavily bribed by my history teacher for extra extra credit. I was initially signed up to be a juror, in which case I would have seen only half of the cases. It was great though! I got to swear in all of the punks and say the whole "In this Judicial court of law...truth, whole truth, and nothing but the truth?" junk [while promptly saying "damn right" after each "I do"]. It was phenominal.

Naturally, the next day was a ridiculous, pointless, early release day for school, of which everbody was hoping it would be a snow day instead. I am proud to announce that I got up at 5:30 am to make a lousy batch of chocolate chip muffins to take to my theory class breakfast [because my teacher doesn't plan for half days?], and they turned out to be absolute rocks which nobody [including myself] wanted to eat. They were a complete waste of time. I should have been sleeping. Period two of the day, math, A.K.A. the most difficult class I have [next to my history class because it's so blastedly boring and I could care less because when I'm a brain surgeon I'll likely not be thinking about the Civil War, unless of course it's comparing the death rate to my malpractice quote], my teacher informed us the preceeding days that we would have a 100 point test; one question, involving all of chapter seven's material, pas or fail. Yeah. Fat chance. We were only on section three, of who knows how many. Pathetically, I fell for it and was psyching out the night before trying to study as much as possible so I didn't flunk. However, to mask my gullibility, the next day when Engdahl didn't bring up the test topic, I swallowed my ethos and put on my logic cap. Really I just pealed away my abstract facade.

Since the beginning of break, I have seen my witch doctor twice, my brother and his wife [currently residing out of town] multpile sclerosis, almost met the man of my dreams, and have been sick since Tuesday. Priceless. I shouldn't say that I almost met the man of my dreams, because I did meat him. Tenderized and everything. Ahhhh I love typos. Moving on. The thing about holidays is that family gatherings are usually bland, drunk and boisterous, or way too often. I have seriously seen my family everyday this week. Shocker. Never mind. It's too weird to explain.

Anywho, seeing as this has turned into a gigantic ramble, I suppose I'll be off to do something useful, like paint calligraphy, or dance interpretively, or write in my seventh volume of journal, or something to that effect. How bogus is that? Cheers. :D

Irony

Isn't it ironic that humans are only good for information? Information spreads pretty much faster than an STD, and has about as many variations. I think the weirdest part is even about humanity is that it's entirely centered around information; gossip, rumor, tabloids, newspapers, periodicals, websites, blogs, journals; the list goes on. It seems that the only time we ever talk to someone is to get information, even if we mask it with true interest in the person. School, work, love, friend: all sources of information. Even the rhetoric of "How's life? How are you doing?" is just a way to glean. Just some food for thought.