For the next three days I will be stuck in testing for at least two different classes, so apologies in advance for garbled social updates.
The school year is ending and I am, again, reminded of the period of time in Summer where I will be extremely bored. Hopefully, I'll find other things to do other than write, read, eat, draw, and play video games.
Well, we'll see won't we?
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Monday, June 8, 2015
June 8th, 2015
Happy National Best Friend's Day!
I hope you all have people outside your family close to your heart that you would allow a scene of vulnerability with. If you do not, than that is okay.
Today has been a fair day for me, nothing much to say. I am probably set for my regents tests, however, I am fearful for my geometry. I don't know why, since math comes almost naturally, but this class isn't the exact best. Hopefully, this feeling will be eradicated when I actually partake in the test.
I'm currently with my family at the moment and we're bonding over the food network shows. Currently, it's triple d's and we're just watching people make food and watching Guy eat them. It's funny how entertaining it is.
Though, my mom is going back to vlogs about food.
Now they're arguing about whether or not my brother can watch a horror movie. He probably can't but whatever.
Have a nice day guys. Bright skies or beautiful clouds and whatnot.
I hope you all have people outside your family close to your heart that you would allow a scene of vulnerability with. If you do not, than that is okay.
Today has been a fair day for me, nothing much to say. I am probably set for my regents tests, however, I am fearful for my geometry. I don't know why, since math comes almost naturally, but this class isn't the exact best. Hopefully, this feeling will be eradicated when I actually partake in the test.
I'm currently with my family at the moment and we're bonding over the food network shows. Currently, it's triple d's and we're just watching people make food and watching Guy eat them. It's funny how entertaining it is.
Though, my mom is going back to vlogs about food.
Now they're arguing about whether or not my brother can watch a horror movie. He probably can't but whatever.
Have a nice day guys. Bright skies or beautiful clouds and whatnot.
Sunday, June 7, 2015
June 7th, 2015
A thought has just occurred to me in my almost silent musings. The aspect of which I need to be fearful of the future. Though there are many things that warrant my fear for the next day, the unknown so to speak. Yet the most prominent reason for this fear to bog up my senses is humanity itself.
Humans are scary creatures. They kill things, sometimes their own kind, because something is not going their way. That something is abnormal. That something is wrong, in their eyes, and must be extracted.
The realization that there are people who wake up in a beautiful day thinking "I'm going to kill someone" is completely terrifying. There are also people who wake up and think "I'm going to put someone in their place" as well, and that is also terrifying.
There are so many assumptions upon many things; so many stereotypes, that I fear that humanity itself is becoming ignorant to the world around them. Though, of course, there are some people who are abnormal is this sickening normality and are trying to help fix what has been broken. However, which each birth and death, there are thoughts to be said out loud for clarity:
when had the ignorant began to outnumber the educated?
when had the grotesque began to outnumber the accepted?
when has supposed normality become abnormal?
It's such a trifle thing about society. Some people strive for the plan to utopia, for a perfect world. Yet, they do not see the ultimate flaw to a perfect society: man. Because of such different ideals and different minds, there is no such thing, as the word utopia suggests.
We want change, but how are we going to get it?
Humans are scary creatures. They kill things, sometimes their own kind, because something is not going their way. That something is abnormal. That something is wrong, in their eyes, and must be extracted.
The realization that there are people who wake up in a beautiful day thinking "I'm going to kill someone" is completely terrifying. There are also people who wake up and think "I'm going to put someone in their place" as well, and that is also terrifying.
There are so many assumptions upon many things; so many stereotypes, that I fear that humanity itself is becoming ignorant to the world around them. Though, of course, there are some people who are abnormal is this sickening normality and are trying to help fix what has been broken. However, which each birth and death, there are thoughts to be said out loud for clarity:
when had the ignorant began to outnumber the educated?
when had the grotesque began to outnumber the accepted?
when has supposed normality become abnormal?
It's such a trifle thing about society. Some people strive for the plan to utopia, for a perfect world. Yet, they do not see the ultimate flaw to a perfect society: man. Because of such different ideals and different minds, there is no such thing, as the word utopia suggests.
We want change, but how are we going to get it?
Saturday, June 6, 2015
June 6th, 2015
I wonder what would happen if all of my choices that I've made were reversed. That would be pretty weird.
Ah, well. Thought process is weird.
Anyway, good morning/afternoon/evening! How are you all? Good, I would hope. A lot of rain has stricken us, and unfortunately that means accidents and thunder, ugh. I hate thunder. I do like rain though, and it is quite unfortunate that the thunder makes my heart stop.
It's barely summer, actually. Yet, it's super hot. Though, with the city I live in, it might be short lasted.
It's the anniversary of D-Day, apparently. The news says, anyway. To be honest, I really don't trust the news anymore. The media always gives me anxiety. America news is just death, death, death, and more death. It's insane, but with the nature of the nation, it's not unbelievable. Sad, really.
You know, I wonder how I would be as an adult? Would I change, or stay the same? It's really perplexing to think about the future. What did you think you would become when you were young? Who do you think you will become later? A good question to leave this off on.
Hope you all have a good day!
Ah, well. Thought process is weird.
Anyway, good morning/afternoon/evening! How are you all? Good, I would hope. A lot of rain has stricken us, and unfortunately that means accidents and thunder, ugh. I hate thunder. I do like rain though, and it is quite unfortunate that the thunder makes my heart stop.
It's barely summer, actually. Yet, it's super hot. Though, with the city I live in, it might be short lasted.
It's the anniversary of D-Day, apparently. The news says, anyway. To be honest, I really don't trust the news anymore. The media always gives me anxiety. America news is just death, death, death, and more death. It's insane, but with the nature of the nation, it's not unbelievable. Sad, really.
You know, I wonder how I would be as an adult? Would I change, or stay the same? It's really perplexing to think about the future. What did you think you would become when you were young? Who do you think you will become later? A good question to leave this off on.
Hope you all have a good day!
Thursday, June 4, 2015
Black Dog - Excerpt I
“Abel, grab your mother some medicine. You know, the pink pills?” His mother calls from the kitchen. Abel nods obediently, treading over the wooden planks and following the white paint into the sparkling bathroom. He could smell the bleach evaporating from the room’s pores and it was mixed with the acidity that came from the freshly painted walls. The room was filled with the sense of nervousness and uncertainty, as if it disliked the taste of the newness that surrounded its insides.
Abel opened the medicine cabinet. He scanned over the yellow bottles with white caps and read through the gibberish and randomly placed letters to find one specific pattern. In bold, roman letters, LITHIUM could be read. Abel opened it, making sure the pink pills were indeed pink. Pink they were, so he closed the bottle and clutched it tightly in his hand. He walked over the wooden planks and followed the white paint back to his mother. He could practically feel her tremors from where he was, and hurried to her side.
He approached the kitchen with a silent anxiety welling in his stomach. Poking his head through the door, Abel saw his mother curled on the floor; her entire body shaking. The boy could feel the perspiration falling from his brow as a new sense of fear replaced his anxiety. However, knowing his duty far too well, he shed his cowardly skin and placed a courageous facade.
Abel opened the medicine cabinet. He scanned over the yellow bottles with white caps and read through the gibberish and randomly placed letters to find one specific pattern. In bold, roman letters, LITHIUM could be read. Abel opened it, making sure the pink pills were indeed pink. Pink they were, so he closed the bottle and clutched it tightly in his hand. He walked over the wooden planks and followed the white paint back to his mother. He could practically feel her tremors from where he was, and hurried to her side.
He approached the kitchen with a silent anxiety welling in his stomach. Poking his head through the door, Abel saw his mother curled on the floor; her entire body shaking. The boy could feel the perspiration falling from his brow as a new sense of fear replaced his anxiety. However, knowing his duty far too well, he shed his cowardly skin and placed a courageous facade.
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
June 3rd, 2015
My eyes are tired, my nose is stuffed, and my body feels like it has endured too much with its weather-teared skin. I've cried a lot in my life, but hopefully I don't cry as much as I did the night previous. I rather not disclose it, as it is far too personal than an online diary can handle.
However, I do believe it is safe to say that I do not see anymore conflicts or unwarranted and awkward conversations in the future, hopefully.
It is a cold, sunny day in the month of June. I have finished taking a dreadful test. The end of the school year steadily approaches, and I am tired.
How are you?
However, I do believe it is safe to say that I do not see anymore conflicts or unwarranted and awkward conversations in the future, hopefully.
It is a cold, sunny day in the month of June. I have finished taking a dreadful test. The end of the school year steadily approaches, and I am tired.
How are you?
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
June 2nd, 2015
I had to take the Geometry Common Core test today and it wasn't that bad, if you can take away the questions which weren't taught, that is. I feel like I passed it, but I'm unsure whether I succeeded in obtaining a grade satisfactory. I can't really say "as long as I past, it's okay" since it wouldn't be okay if I get lower than my expectations.
Other than that, I played games in my club. There was this one game, Machi Koro. It was really fun! I actually might bring it home with me, I'm not so sure. I just like playing it, as it brings me entertainment.
Though, I'm unsure if I could play with anyone else. Who knows?
Again, I have to suffer two more weeks (not counting this one, I would presume) until I'm out of school ad lazing in my bed. Now, as we hit closer to the end mark of school, I am unsure how I feel about it. I know school is a repetitive sequence that irks me at times, but I really have nothing to do during the summer time. It really is a predicament I'm in with my mental state. Be bored together with everyone else, or be the only one bored at home?
Quite a heavy thought, in my opinion.
Other than that, I played games in my club. There was this one game, Machi Koro. It was really fun! I actually might bring it home with me, I'm not so sure. I just like playing it, as it brings me entertainment.
Though, I'm unsure if I could play with anyone else. Who knows?
Again, I have to suffer two more weeks (not counting this one, I would presume) until I'm out of school ad lazing in my bed. Now, as we hit closer to the end mark of school, I am unsure how I feel about it. I know school is a repetitive sequence that irks me at times, but I really have nothing to do during the summer time. It really is a predicament I'm in with my mental state. Be bored together with everyone else, or be the only one bored at home?
Quite a heavy thought, in my opinion.
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