If I lived in England, I'd have already seen "The Wedding of River Song." I'd be freaking out about the awesomeness of "The Wedding of River Song." But alas, I DON'T live in England, I haven't seen the season finale of Doctor Who season 6, and I am GOING INSANE WAITING. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy must they make us wait? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY???
It's gonna be epic. It's probably gonna be the epicest season finale of all of Doctor Who history. IM SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Be back after the episode to give my episode commentary XD
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Everything's just so boring sometimes, isn't it?
I probably should be asleep, but I'm afraid to. No, no, not because I'm afraid of monster under my bed or Weeping Angels in my closet or a Silent lurking in the corner...I'm just afraid of wasting time. I've got a four day weekend. I am not going to waste the best time of day (that would be night) asleep. Morning is for sleeping. Noon is for eating lunch, preferably at the local burger restaurant, or maybe Panda Express. Afternoon is for lounging about at home, hanging out online, texting friends, going to Costco to get yummy free samples, and eventually pick up my brother from school, to gloat about my wonderful day off, and also get to say hello to some of my old teachers. After four-ish is the time for watching TV, checking the Doctor Who website, playing Mario Kart or Animal Crossing (perhaps even Super Mario Bros, but only if I'm in the mood to be a reeeeally nice sister), and dozing in the living room (the living room is now my favorite room in the house. Almost all of the furniture is all at least ten years old, which gives a classic, semi-dated look to the room. We recently updated the sitting area by purchasing a new coffee table and side table that look amazing with the tan couches. The curtains aren't to thick, and let in a ton of natural light that really illuminates the room. On display is some of my favorite family antiques. I highly enjoy the quiet solitude of the room--no one really goes in there except for me and my puppies). By evening I've had dinner, and then at night, I stay up and write for as long as I want (I think best at night). THAT is how all four-day weekends should be spent.It's just a shame we don't have more of them.
Anyways, you might have noticed the title of this post. Well, everything IS boring. Bored. Bored. BORED. Sigh. Bored.
But I won't bore you with my boredom. I'm sure there's something you're supposed to be doing, anyways. Unlike me, you probably have a life in which you actually have things to do and therefore you are not bored every second of every day. Lucky you. Now stop procrastinating and get back to whatever it is you're supposed to be doing. And count you're blessings you're not as mind-numbingly bored as I am. Sigh.
Well, at this point, you've probably gone "Wow, how did she know I was procrastinating?! Well, she's right, let me get to my work." Or you're in denial, and you're like "Haha, well, um, sure there's that huge project due tomorrow, but, um...my time is spent better reading this." And I thank you for the compliment, but still, procrastination is procrastination. Enough said.
Maybe you're a third group of person who really has nothing to do . Or at least, nothing worth doing. In which case, you are in the same predicament as me, right now. And no, I'm not in denial, I really have no work to do, no projects--nothing. I could be studying for Hebrew, but I spent four hours doing that during Rosh Hashana services this morning--I think that's enough for one day (or one month.) I;ll pass on studying, thanks.
I mean, I should be grateful for something to make me un-bored, but I'd rather write. If only I had anything worth writing right now. I don't. Sigh.
Well, if you ARE still reading...um, terribly sorry if I bored you. I promise my text post won't be so boring/depressing. My next post will be about Doctor Who. The season finale. It will be full of shrieks and eeks and capital letters. I promise. I promise...
Anyways, you might have noticed the title of this post. Well, everything IS boring. Bored. Bored. BORED. Sigh. Bored.
But I won't bore you with my boredom. I'm sure there's something you're supposed to be doing, anyways. Unlike me, you probably have a life in which you actually have things to do and therefore you are not bored every second of every day. Lucky you. Now stop procrastinating and get back to whatever it is you're supposed to be doing. And count you're blessings you're not as mind-numbingly bored as I am. Sigh.
Well, at this point, you've probably gone "Wow, how did she know I was procrastinating?! Well, she's right, let me get to my work." Or you're in denial, and you're like "Haha, well, um, sure there's that huge project due tomorrow, but, um...my time is spent better reading this." And I thank you for the compliment, but still, procrastination is procrastination. Enough said.
Maybe you're a third group of person who really has nothing to do . Or at least, nothing worth doing. In which case, you are in the same predicament as me, right now. And no, I'm not in denial, I really have no work to do, no projects--nothing. I could be studying for Hebrew, but I spent four hours doing that during Rosh Hashana services this morning--I think that's enough for one day (or one month.) I;ll pass on studying, thanks.
I mean, I should be grateful for something to make me un-bored, but I'd rather write. If only I had anything worth writing right now. I don't. Sigh.
Well, if you ARE still reading...um, terribly sorry if I bored you. I promise my text post won't be so boring/depressing. My next post will be about Doctor Who. The season finale. It will be full of shrieks and eeks and capital letters. I promise. I promise...
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
I'm procrastinating on my math homework. Got a problem with that?
The math homework itself isn't the problem--the problem is the Binder Check looming over my head. See, I'm really disorganized. Actually, that's an understatement. I'm so unorganized, I have lost giant pencil cases in the dark, frightening depths of my messy backpack. Plus I'm forgetful--I have been known to lose my phone when it's sitting in my left hand. So as you can imagine, binder checks are not pleasant for me. How could they be? In fact, binder checks make me want to hide under my bed and not come out for a year. I'm probably more afraid of them then I'm afraid of the Silence, and that's really saying something. I mean--think about it, there could be a Silent right behind you and you wouldn't know it (if you don't watch Doctor Who, you might not even know what a Silence IS--count yourself lucky), just like there could be a binder check tomorrow in math class, and (just like with the Silence) you've totally forgotten, and now you're freaking out and about to die (again, like you would be if you turned around to find a Silence). You see--binder checks and the Silence are one in the same, and I am terrified of both.
I really should be orginizing my binder--putting headings and dates on all the homework assignments and notes--but I just can't bring myself to do it. To do that would be to admit that there really is a binder check tomorrow, and that will just send me into a panic once again. And believe me, I really don't need that.
At least tomorrow is the last day of the school week this way (yay Rosh Hashana!) so after first period math tomorrow I can just forget about the binder and not have to worry about getting my grade yet, but then again, knowing my luck and knowing my parent's nightly ritual of checking my grades online, come Saturday my math teacher will have posted the grade online and my parents will get mad at me right before my Doctor Who party. Uh-oh.
Well, I mean, they can't get TOO mad. I HAVE had perfect grades all semester. And they already know that binder checks are not my strong suit. But still. They'll be pretty mad.
Still, my new math teacher is pretty nice. Perhaps she'll take mercy on me? My super-strict English teacher last year did, and I was elated (she did take off five points though...she said it had to do with the "improper format for the table of contents," but I think it might have had to do with the fact that I drew "I love Matt Smith" all over the back cover, and she's a die-hard David Tennant fan). But that teacher already liked me, liked my writing, and knew me outside of regular class because I was in Literary Magazine. So, you know, she was more inclined to be nice towards me.
THIS teacher hardly know me at all. And I know I'm missing stuff, because they fell out of my binder and now I'm freaking out. Ack! But on the bright side, It's only one or two things--I've had a lot more missing in the past. And in this class, binder checks are only worth ten percent. So yay. Since I've got straight A's in math at the moment, this should barely effect my grade at all. Thank God.
Well, that's all for now. I don't know if I'll be posting until after the New Year (no, I don't mean January first, I mean Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year) so Shana Tova everybody!
שנה טובה
-Annabeth713
I really should be orginizing my binder--putting headings and dates on all the homework assignments and notes--but I just can't bring myself to do it. To do that would be to admit that there really is a binder check tomorrow, and that will just send me into a panic once again. And believe me, I really don't need that.
At least tomorrow is the last day of the school week this way (yay Rosh Hashana!) so after first period math tomorrow I can just forget about the binder and not have to worry about getting my grade yet, but then again, knowing my luck and knowing my parent's nightly ritual of checking my grades online, come Saturday my math teacher will have posted the grade online and my parents will get mad at me right before my Doctor Who party. Uh-oh.
Well, I mean, they can't get TOO mad. I HAVE had perfect grades all semester. And they already know that binder checks are not my strong suit. But still. They'll be pretty mad.
Still, my new math teacher is pretty nice. Perhaps she'll take mercy on me? My super-strict English teacher last year did, and I was elated (she did take off five points though...she said it had to do with the "improper format for the table of contents," but I think it might have had to do with the fact that I drew "I love Matt Smith" all over the back cover, and she's a die-hard David Tennant fan). But that teacher already liked me, liked my writing, and knew me outside of regular class because I was in Literary Magazine. So, you know, she was more inclined to be nice towards me.
THIS teacher hardly know me at all. And I know I'm missing stuff, because they fell out of my binder and now I'm freaking out. Ack! But on the bright side, It's only one or two things--I've had a lot more missing in the past. And in this class, binder checks are only worth ten percent. So yay. Since I've got straight A's in math at the moment, this should barely effect my grade at all. Thank God.
Well, that's all for now. I don't know if I'll be posting until after the New Year (no, I don't mean January first, I mean Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year) so Shana Tova everybody!
שנה טובה
-Annabeth713
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Who am I???
You know, sometimes I'm afraid to write what I'm really thinking on this blog. And that's silly of me, because what--am I afraid of being judged? ONLINE? But sadly, that's just it. I say I don't care what people think of me, but that's not all true. Sometimes I do care. But I'm sick of that. I'm sick of hiding, because that seems to be all I do these days. I hide my true self from everybody, because if I let you get to know my real self, you'd call me crazy--and not in a good way. But not anymore. Not today. Right here, right now, I will tell you everything. Or nothing. Whatever I feel like saying, I'll say. Go ahead--judge me, call me crazy, tell me that I shouldn't say things like this. But if you think I care, you are sadly mistaken. I don't want to seem rude, but I need to let out some steam. And what other place to do it but where all the world can see?
Today, I was sad. In fact, I'm still sad. I don't know why. Nothing bad happened today--I even got to see my best friend for the first time since the weekend, which was a big plus. But still, I was sad. Maybe it has to do with my theatre class--now that my "theatre family" is no longer together, it's hard to enjoy theatre class.
Have I ever told you about my theatre family? I think I might have, but I don't remember. We were so close. We could tell each other anything, and it never left the classroom. We trusted each other, we loved each other. We called each other "brothers and sisters." And we meant it. Because family isn't your flesh and blood--it's those who care for you, those who make the effort to understand you. We did that for each other. We were a real family, a true family--ten brothers and sisters united. Our theatre teacher saw our closeness and encouraged it. She taught us a lot, and inspired all of us. But she left our school to teach somewhere else. The theatre group fell apart. My best friend went to another school, as did another close friend of mine. Most of the girls and one of the two boys left theatre to try other electives, leaving only me, my second best friend, and my theatre "brother," who I shall not name here to protect his privacy.
Speaking of best friends, that second-best-friend of mine and I are still very sister-close, but near as close as we were back when the theatre family was still in tact. That's okay, though, because I have another second-best-friend, Jenna (her blog is linked to this one) who came to my school. We hang out all the time, and it's great to have her around. We've been close friends since we were about seven, probably because we have similar personalities and our parents are equally protective and conservative. I'll admit, we do have some differences that we're discovering as we're getting older, but in my opinion, that makes our friendship even more interesting. For example, we have different religions, and I'm a Democrat while she's a Republican. I find learning about her religion fascinating--and I think she feels the same about learning mine! And I'm guessing she might be reading this right now, so--Hi Jennaynay!!! See you at school! Say hi to Person for me!!! (haha inside joke)
So. Yes. Sherlock...Doctor...that's pretty much the rhythm that's been going through my head all today...actually, all EVERY day. Sherlock...Doctor...Sherlock...Doctor. I believe that both these characters are real. In fact, I know they are...but I won't bother you with that...
Sigh.
I did it again. I deleted what I ACTUALLY said, because I don't want you to know.
...or do I?
Sigh.
Bored.
Kind sad......
What is the answer to life, the universe, and everything?
42.
I have to go. Bye.
Love and Hate to the World,
Annabeth713
Today, I was sad. In fact, I'm still sad. I don't know why. Nothing bad happened today--I even got to see my best friend for the first time since the weekend, which was a big plus. But still, I was sad. Maybe it has to do with my theatre class--now that my "theatre family" is no longer together, it's hard to enjoy theatre class.
Have I ever told you about my theatre family? I think I might have, but I don't remember. We were so close. We could tell each other anything, and it never left the classroom. We trusted each other, we loved each other. We called each other "brothers and sisters." And we meant it. Because family isn't your flesh and blood--it's those who care for you, those who make the effort to understand you. We did that for each other. We were a real family, a true family--ten brothers and sisters united. Our theatre teacher saw our closeness and encouraged it. She taught us a lot, and inspired all of us. But she left our school to teach somewhere else. The theatre group fell apart. My best friend went to another school, as did another close friend of mine. Most of the girls and one of the two boys left theatre to try other electives, leaving only me, my second best friend, and my theatre "brother," who I shall not name here to protect his privacy.
Speaking of best friends, that second-best-friend of mine and I are still very sister-close, but near as close as we were back when the theatre family was still in tact. That's okay, though, because I have another second-best-friend, Jenna (her blog is linked to this one) who came to my school. We hang out all the time, and it's great to have her around. We've been close friends since we were about seven, probably because we have similar personalities and our parents are equally protective and conservative. I'll admit, we do have some differences that we're discovering as we're getting older, but in my opinion, that makes our friendship even more interesting. For example, we have different religions, and I'm a Democrat while she's a Republican. I find learning about her religion fascinating--and I think she feels the same about learning mine! And I'm guessing she might be reading this right now, so--Hi Jennaynay!!! See you at school! Say hi to Person for me!!! (haha inside joke)
So. Yes. Sherlock...Doctor...that's pretty much the rhythm that's been going through my head all today...actually, all EVERY day. Sherlock...Doctor...Sherlock...Doctor. I believe that both these characters are real. In fact, I know they are...but I won't bother you with that...
Sigh.
I did it again. I deleted what I ACTUALLY said, because I don't want you to know.
...or do I?
Sigh.
Bored.
Kind sad......
What is the answer to life, the universe, and everything?
42.
I have to go. Bye.
Love and Hate to the World,
Annabeth713
Monday, September 19, 2011
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