Okay, because high school COMPLETELY ripped me off, I have a college course starting...at 5 PM.  English 101...which is being taught, in the buisness building, of all places.

I originally signed up for Eng 101 and French 101, but because Drama was being taught second period ONLY, I had to skip out on that and head for afternoon, scratch that, EVENING classes at the college.

Two books.  Two frakking books.  At least I didn't really have to pay for one of them because my third period teacher had the book I needed and was willing to let me borrow it.  The other I had to pay for...$60+ for...  

So, I'm stuck waiting for twoi hours after I get here off the bus.  At least on Wednesday I won't have to wait this long.  At least, when I will, I'll be waiting at home, where I can watch Doctor Who or Torchwood...  :D

At the moment, I am completely tired.  Well, not quite completely, but I'm getting there, especially after a full day of Babysitting already.  lol...  Well, it wasn't all that bad.  shall I give an overview?

Then comes the waiting.  i took the bus to QFC, then took a thirty minute bus to Bremerton...  Wow, that's just a motion sickness accident waiting to happen.

And here I am...  Waiting for class to start.  At 3:30, I'll still have and hour and a half to wait.  At least the student center is reasonably air conditioned...  

As I say, I wish I could stay home and watch Doctor Who or something, but hey, it's only my first day.  And this only happens on Mondays, where I have to wait this long.  So, I'll give it a chance.  This is supposed to be a majority writing class that I'm going into, so I have to rest my hands a bit.  I'll update on the wonders that are Doctor Who and Torchwood later.  For now, I'm off.

My schedule is blocked. Literally.

You ask what that means, I can understand that. I will tell you what it means. It means that the incompetent morons who decided to more strictly enforce WASL requirements fucked up. Big time.

My OC schedule is completely screwed because of this. I have to drop my morning classes and switch to afternoon classes in order to even balance my schedule. I have to drop Running Start completely second term. Even though I have absolutely no clue what I'm going to do.

I can't rearrange my schedule at all. I can't switch out of a class because there are no classes I can even get into. Everything is packed to the brim. This is what happens when we lose an English teacher and gain two math teachers. This is completely crappy.

My schedule as it stands? I have an open first period that I'm dedicating to independent study to gain my last math credit. Second period is Drama. Third period is spent assisting Lauritsen in her class of Sophomores-and-above-who-think-they're-cool-but-in-fact-are-immature-morons who need to be taught English...2. Fourth period is US History with Copp. I guess I'm okay with this. I don't have much else I can do as a choice.

Second term is where it gets a bit iffy. My only official class is Music Theater fourth period. I really want to switch out of Sociology third, and take Advanced B to continue my math. Musgrave and McComber say I'm behind in math, and I don't deny it. It's easy enough to see, noting as my last math course taken was Geometry spring of freshman year. I need a PE. That's what I need.

Enough with screwed up schedules. Time for a change of topic. We lost our first Varsity home football game to Olympic 21-38. That sucked, but I'm still glad I went. I got the chance to mention that Hannah's going to kill me. And I had time for the pummelling of Mat. Okay, not really, but hey, what can you do?

I'm tired. It's past 1 in the morning. I'm off to bed. I have a trip to WalMart tomorrow morning before football starts.

What shall my parting words be this time? ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

School starts in two days. 

She-it.

Well, there are many matters that need tending to, and I guess by writing this, I'll clear my thoughts a little.

Like I mentioned ages ago, school starts in two days: Wednesday, to be precise.  The sixth is picture day.  No clue what I want to look like this time around...  Hehehe.  Collaboration is on Mondays this year instead of Tuesdays, which really sucks.  Our early day of the week is a Monday.  How fucking ironic.

What's the schedule for this month, you ask?  The grand ol' month of September?  Well, not much.  High School starts on the fifth.  My college courses start on the 24th.  I'm assuming Season 4 of House starts on the 25th, as does an episode of Eureka that I kind of want to see.  Okay, that's because it has Michael Shanks in it, and he plays a sort-of bad guy, but hey.  Who really cares?  On the 11th, Teryl Rothery guests in another ep of Eureka, and you can bet I'm also watching that one.

What happens in September?  School and fannish stuff.  That's what happens in September.  I will be living a boring life for a while.  Here's the good news though; my schedule at the high school can only go one way.  I must have Algebra 2 and Drama first term.  Then I have to have Musical Theater and US history term 2.  I may or may not decide to TA after all.  And then I have VP of Junior class to worry about.  Shit.  I can't do this...

I haven't written anything since early August, and it's really worrying me.  I had hoped to finish SA before school started, but that's not going to happen, as I'm only about halfway through it.  Not to mention that I have other stories that I really want to write as well. 

My room's a mess.  I need to clean it up.  It's past midnight: nearly 2:30 in the morning.  I haven't even started packing for school yet.  And I have the feeling that I'm going to have a breakdown from the pressure that's on me right now.  I seriously should not have let Hannah sign me up for VP. 

As if that's not enough, there are auditions for 'The Sound of Music' happening in December at the community theater.  I'm not sure whether or not I want to audition.  I can't stand the movie (only because of the fact that Maria annoys me), but I'd like to get the experience again.  I haven't been in any sort of production since the fourth grade play, and I had the lead in that.  I want to get back into acting.  I seriously do.  I just don't know where to start.

I have one saving grace class for first term, at least I'm hoping.  Drama should be fun enough to give me a break from the French and Composition classes I'm taking at the college, as well as the math. 

I need to sleep.  This is weighing too heavily on my brain, and I can't comprehend everything this late at night.  I'm thinking of possibilities that more than likely won't happen. 

Crap.  Those are my parting words.  Crap.

Don't you hate it when people second-guess what will come out of your mouth and respond accordingly before you even get a chance to say it?

Yeah, my mom is quite guilty of that, in fact.

So mom is on her--I'm going to assume--second or third beer and her and Jim have been at it all weekend over work, and my classes, and who's going to watch the kids and whatnot.  So, this afternoon, as I'm about to go in for a shower, they start an argument, right in the kitchen. 

I wouldn't care so much, if the twins hadn't been in the next room, probably listening to the entire heated conversation.  So I'm standing at the edge of the kitchen, about to head into the bathroom, listening to their pointless and stressful argument, and I say the two words that have sealed my fate on many occasions.

"Back off."

They both turn to look at me, well, mom more than Jim because Jim's in the middle of making food, and Mom storms right up to me and starts in my face about blah blah this and you-should-have-had-this-house-spotless that.  I'm telling her that she needs to back off, and she doesn't even listen to my side of the conversation.  She shoots me down like I'm some five-year-old who doesn't have any idea what she's talking about.

Oh...and Jim keeps asking me to have respect toward her.  How does anyone expect me to respect someone who won't give me the same courtesy?  Why in seven hells should I respect to someone who doesn't even lend the same courtesy to herself?  Her behavior sickens me, and it's all because of that little glass bottle that she holds in her hand when times start getting stressful.

I still haven't been able to get my point across.

I heard from my dad last night.  The first time I've talked to him in a month and a half.  I should've reamed him for not getting a hold of me in over a month when I've been pulling teeth to get in contact with him, but I didn't have his cell.  Whatever, that's better-ish.

I start classes tomorrow.  I only hope they don't bore me.  Well, I'm kind of bored now, so I'm going to cut this short.  Ta ta.

I find it funny, actually.

My parents are saying that I have been in a bad mood for about three days.  Angry, snappish, whathaveyou.  I try to tell them that it's my default setting, but they're not having it.  Sarcasm is my first language.  I learned English as I went along...

I actually figured out why I'm so pissed off at the world right now, and I find myself unintentionally being a complete child about it.  

See, I grew up as an only child, I guess that makes me selfish by default.  I try to act selfless, the whole noble-let-everyone-else-have-what-they-want deal, but my acting skills aren't as good as I thought they were.

I tallied it up: the seniors this year make up a good 75% of my friends, mostly because of Knowledge Bowl and other stuff like band and what not.  Freshman year I remember that I always interacted with upperclassmen because I didn't feel like being stereotyped into the normal, immature-freshman grouping when I know that's not me.  As a matter of fact, I saw what everyone meant by immature freshmen when I still was one.  I hated it, and I hated being grouped with them, in that selfish way that I must be so known for.

As a matter of fact, had I taken an offer given to me in second grade, I would have been a senior that year.  I would have graduated last year.  My second grade teacher wanted to push me from third grade to sixth grade because of my reading and writing skills.  Mom put the decision in my hands, and I very nearly took it, but I declined for one idiot reason that didn't make a difference anyway.

You see, in second grade, I had a lot of friends.  I didn't want to lose those friends because of a grade skip.  So I stayed.  

Three months into third grade, I started my rapid-fire moving.

I went from one school in Santa Clara, California, to another school in San Jose, California.  From there, I went to another school in Sunnyvale, CA, before going back to the one in San Jose.  Two months into the San Jose school, I moved up to Santa Rosa and finished third grade there.

Fourth grade I moved to a small city about 20 miles north of Santa Rosa.

So I guess the Irony Gods are out to get me.

I would have graduated last year, had I taken this offer.

I would have had to have a rapid-fire review tutor after second grade to go over all the important things learned in third-sixth grade, but it might have worked.

Sure, there are some experiences that I wouldn't have had if I took that offer that I probably would want to have, but I guess I'm too obsessed with my education, and have too much of a want to be out of my class for it to make too much of a difference right now...

Now how did I get here from my rant about how I'm pissed off to cover my depression at the seniors' leaving?  

I really can get off-topic, can't I?

Well, I have to go. 

Well, I must go. 

Hello there, welcome to my first post...  

Well, what can I begin with in my life?  

My friends all know me as the polite person, I'm civil, that's quite interesting, but there are points where I can get really angry and make a complete fool of myself.  

Let's start with my most recent instance.  I have a crush on this kid.  Yeah, he's a senior, I'm still a godforsaken sophomore, deal with it.  The first person who knew was another friend of mine, Sarah.  NExt person was Hannah, after Prom went over.  From there it went on until I have about six, seven, eight people who now have the information.  Now, while I know that I can't usually trust people worth crap, some of these people are good to me.  Few of them care at all, and two of them want me to tell him.

Jordan.  Yeah, that's his name.  This whole "liking him" thing actually started last year, when I first came to this school.  One of my so-called "friends" almost shouted it out to him when she figured it out before her friend basically slapped her and called her a bitch for it.  I agree...somewhat.

Now, here goes.  He has the same first period as I do, band, and we're usually somewhat close, due to common friends.  I try to cheer up around him, but my acting is for naught.  Yesterday my friend asked why I was glaring at him.

I.  Wasn't.  Glaring.

I felt like kicking someone for the next while.  I don't know.  It could be simply because I'm PMSing, but I am noticing my mood swings.  I'm laughing and cheery around him in first period, but turn around and I'm yelling and in a gloomy mood.  Who knows why.

Hannah has been quite the friend to me for the trip, giving me advice and such, but still.  I can't keep complaining to her about my own cowardice.  

I'm tired of typing for the moment.  I need to study for my Chemistry exam tomorrow.  Bye.