Apologies, persistance and the unavoidable letter Q.

Hmmm, what I did today...

I apologized to James because I've been kind of mean to him lately. I feared that I had broken the nicest kid in the world. I stumbled across the realization that I'm why he's been in such a bitter mood the last few weeks. He seemed in a generally good mood for the rest of the day, so I think that I didn't break him permanently.

One a different note, I'm yet to break the most persistent kid in the world (Alex). I'm almost to the point of frustration where I might consider yelling in his face (again) that no, I'm not interested, and never, ever will be, and please stop bothering me. He has reached the top level of irritating and is close to creating a whole new level.

I missed my bus, or rather, my bus drove past me standing on the curb. It still failed to stop as I ran after it for a block.

I realized how much I miss people from my class last year. Like the Alchorn and 'Pre-Katie' era James. Alchorn may wear girls clothes that emphasize his chicken legs and look vaguely like an older John Lennon (minus the beard), but I still have a lot of fun hanging out with him occasionally. We've managed to carry our weird sort of friendship over to this year, which I can't say about anyone else from my class last year.

My math teacher managed to make me feel that my 81% on my test was inadequate. When she was passing out the tests, there was a steady stream of "Good. Good. Good." until she got to me, where she thought a "Better." would be more appropriate. Considering that my last mark was a 68%, it didn't make me feel very confident in my math abilities.

I copied a few paragraphs from The Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy and carried it around in my pocket and occasionally read it to people with hopes that it would make them smile (with WTF).

The following scene occurs after Arther Dent tries playing scrabble with cavemen:

"He picked up the letter Q and hurled it into a distant privet bush where it hit a young rabbit. The rabbit hurtled off in terror and didn't stop until it was set upon and eaten by a fox which choked on one of its bones and died on the bank of the stream which subsequently washed it away.

During the following weeks Ford Prefect swallowed his pride and struck up a relationship with a girl who had been a personnel officer on Gogafrincham, and he was terribly upset when she suddenly passed away as a result of drinking water from a pool that had been polluted by the body of a dead fox. The only moral it is possible to draw from this story is that one should never throw the letter Q into a privet bush, but unfortunately there are times when it is unavoidable." 

I love these books.

Is this post jumping around enough? I think so.
Love,
-J-

The better side of February.

This was a good weekend. I went to worship team practice Saturday morning, musical in the afternoon, and Robin's birthday party in the evening. Today, I had church in the morning, followed by musical this afternoon. I find that I'm happiest when I have a full schedule (that isn't school work).

Robin's birthday was a lot of fun, even though it consisted a few of her friends and a few people from her family. We played a bunch of lame/awesome birthday party games for prizes, ate a whole lot of junk food, and played two awkward games of twister. Lenny, the one guy there, managed to win both games. Robin got overly angry at her pinata after it wouldn't break, so she threw it to the ground yelling until the candy shattered everywhere.

Today at musical, the chorus spent about an hour backstage. During that time, I sat on a table that sounded and felt very unsafe, read graffiti on the ceiling, and kind of learned how to waltz. I think I've found my niche at musical with a few slightly dorky 11th and 12th graders who don't ignore me and are kind of amusing. Somehow, we decided that learning how to waltz was an appropriate way to kill time backstage. Next week, we're bringing Monopoly.
Love,
-J-

An Awful Lot Of Running 

Doctor Who+Music+Nerdy youtubers=Awesome

1...2...3...RANT!

I have a few problems.

Firstly, I feel like my day to day life is becoming nothing more than a series of tasks which I begrudgingly complete. I feel drowned by school work, and I have no doubt in my mind that I'm affected with seasonal depression. Most other people seem to be feeling similarly, making life particularly uneventful. 

Another thing, there's this kid named Alex who has been in most of my classes this year. He legitimately has this delusional idea that he is going to take over the world. I befriended him at the beginning of the year before I realized his level of insanity, and I often regret this. You see, he also has this delusional idea that he a shot with me. He's friends with James, so it only encouraged him to see one of my friends going out with James. He doesn't seem to get the idea that I'm not interested. He doesn't understand the four months of repeated rejections, eventually followed by many bitter and irritated comments from me. But he just doesn't lose hope. It's getting ridiculous. (Why do I get the crazy ones? Wait, don't answer that.)

Next, James and Katie are annoy me. They're a couple, but they don't seem to get that they don't have to shut everybody else out of their lives. It can't possibly be healthy for a relationship, especially in 10th grade, and it's bothering me.

Also, I need to write Brea. I've had several dreams reminding me of this. I know it's been two and a half months since Elissa died, but I have no idea how to start an email. How do I start an email two and a half months after a mutual friend, pretty much only mutual friend, dies suddenly in a car accident, far away from where either of you are currently living? I don't want her to turn into 'somebody I used to know'.

*note*: I wrote this while in the middle of a writing a commentary, just to explain my pessimism. I looked at it, and it still remains true, so I decided to leave it.

A few good things:

I seem to have landed myself an open invitation to play with the worship team at my church whenever I so choose. I don't get stressed out over the relatively chill atmosphere there, so I think it's one of my better options as far as my musical future is concerned. I can't work with music and pressure, all times I've tried, I've failed.

My weekend looks relatively free, apart from two musical practices. So, in my terms, relatively light on homework.
Love,
-J-

The Beatles- Here Comes the Sun

Definitely my all time favorite Beatles' song. It make me happy when skies are gray :)

Gnomes and making much of time.

I saw Gnomeo and Juliet tonight with a few youthies. I loved it. It so incredibly adorable. I especially loved the really little gnomes with the big red hats, the bunnies, and the flamingo.

I went to Bulk Barn before the movie and got a big scoop of duck shaped candy, which somehow cost me 2 cents. The cashier even double checked. It made the movie that much better.

I took care of this dog this weekend for my mom's friend. My brother nicknamed him "the anti-chipmunk." Such an impressive under bite.

I simply took this picture to annoy my cat. The flash is bright, she was sleeping. That's what she gets for waking me up at 5am.

Commentaries will be the death of me. How will analyzing poetry help me in life? I have a commentary that I haven't started yet, due Thursday. Woot. The poem is "To the virgins, to make much of time", and excuses are coming to mind:

 "Julianne, why haven't you done your commentary?"

"I was making much of time." *wink*

I think some of my peers' general creepiness is rubbing off on me.

-J-

Switchfoot- Your love Is A Song