Wednesday, August 31, 2005

The week of August 29th

Wow, what an insane week. Mine and Peter’s brainchild isn't quite breathing yet, do to lack of motivation. We're pretty lame, I know, you don't have to remind us.

So, I'm now officially a high school student. I even go to a high school. These first 3 days have been really crazy, some good, and some bad. I'll give you the lowdown.

First off, I went from being known by everybody, and knowing everybody in 9th grade to being a speck in the midst of an incalculable number of other specks. No teachers know my name, I don't know teachers names. I don't know all the halls, and I don't know which key opens the auditorium or the storage room upstairs. For some reason that weirds me out. I was pretty used to being king of the mountain. And now here I am, a loser.

Taylorsville is a lot different from Eisenhower. The first difference you will notice is that the teachers are not trying to feed you the myth of the mad axe man like they were at Eisenhower. You see, the teachers at Eisenhower would have us believe that there is a mad axe man waiting outside the door of every class room, and if you go outside he's going to mutilate your body. Now, when the bell rings he leaves for approximately 5 minutes, and when the next bell rings, he comes back. Now, an ugly orange vest will ward him off for a small amount of time, but if he's exposed to it too much he'll become immune and kill you anyways. Don't go outside, or you're going to die.

Now, Taylorsville doesn’t really care if you're in class on time or not. They give you 20 minutes to be tardy. After 20 minutes, it's considered a sluff. "Uhhh... my locker was jammed.... and it took my 19 minutes to get a drink.... and uhhhh... I like your shirt." "Alright, try to be on time next time."

I mean what the devil? Quite a difference. The next main difference is the amazing lack of windows. All the rooms seem like little prison cells. Maybe I'm just getting use to my glasses, but everything seems a lot darker and drearier. I want windows dangit, and I want sufficient lighting. That pale orange glow just isn't doing it for me these days.

Since it’s the first week of school, I'm still afraid of everybody. So, nobody talks in classes yet, and that makes things very boring and very lonely. Sure the teachers are lecturing all the time, but it'd be nice to have some human interaction for once. I sure hope I meet friends, because right now its pretty slim pickin's.

However, the classes are pretty good. Most of my teachers are alright, and I'm learning things, or on the way to learning things. My only gripe right now is algebra. My teacher tries to get us to teach each other... without teaching us first. That'd work great if she'd let us, but she doesn't. She kinda just... plods on, with everybody else drowning in the wake. If I didn't already know what was going on today, I would have been 100% lost. Bad news, I’m a little worried about that class.

Other than that the physical aspects of the school are alright. I'm looking forward to actually getting to work, it'll be nice.

Now, that's not to say that the drama side of high school is done and settled. That's a whole different animal, one that isn't going to be slain any time soon.

Junior high was nice, like I said, I knew everybody. Not anymore. I don't know anybody, and all the people I used to know are now scattered to the far reaches of the galaxy. My classes are all mixed up. The most recurring person in my classes is either Courtney or some girl named Valerie from bennion. No Kyle, no Levi, no James, no Jason. Not even a nick. Pretty lonely business for a guy who relied on his friends for so much back in the day.

So, we're forced to find new friends. Too bad we're all afraid of each other.

There's a really cool kid named Austin (Yeah, the 6'5" one) that is in my physics class that I really wanna be buds with. He's just a stallion. However, I'm afraid to talk to the poor boy, and I just assume he's afraid to talk to me. That or he just doesn’t want to talk to me. Either way, high school is lonely business.

Speaking of lonely business, neither Hope nor Jenny speaks to me now. I know why Jenny isn't talking to me, that's understandable. I have no idea what is going on with Hope though. Sigh, I'm tired of drama. Can't we all just get along and be happy?

...apparently not

I don’t know how all this madness is going to turn out. I hope ever so much that high school ends up alright. I want things to go back to normal, or at least some semblance of it. I miss playing frisbee. I miss talking to people. All in all, I miss my junior high kingdom we had all built up.

But, things are going to be dandy. I need more sleep, and I think my English teacher needs some medication, but other than that we're going to be ok. I'm running cross country, and I'm sore for the first time in what seems a year. I never got sore last year, I don’t know what the deal was. This year I stretch out like crazy and I still get way sore. Maybe I'm just out of shape. In fact, I am out of shape, but that’s not the point. I want to get good at this whole running business, that'd be great.

All emo business aside. I'm tired of drama. Girls are poo. Guys are pretty stupid for trying to make them into what they want them to be. I want a windmill. Alright, have a nice day everybody, I'll be back (and probably happy) sometime later.

Oh, and my heart goes out to all the Katrina victims. very sad business.

*airdrop care package*

Monday, August 15, 2005

I dont want to blog right now

I'm only doing this because I said I would. I'm super tired right now, and would much rather be asleep. However, in order to keep myself from being a pansy boy, I am writing this. Merry Christmas Marissa.

So whats new in my life? Ah, not too much. I finally have a real week of summer, and Im going to use it to the best of my ability. This is only the 3rd week that I havent had something happening. Every other week was either camping or working. Hooray for weeks off. I'm having a very good time being lazy.

I went to Eisenhower this morning because Brough wanted to meet with me about the world geography project. Because we had alot of people that weren't quite sharp enough to check copyrights, we had to change the situation dramatically. Now its going to be alot more like a crazy list than an actual project. It's still going to be really cool, but its going to change alot. Don't worry folks, all your hard work will still go into it, its just going to be alot different. Brough was talking about me getting college hours for doing this, but I sure don't think that's gonna happen. He's pretty excited about it though, it should be alright. So that's what i get to do this week. He wants it done by tuesday. That shouldn't be too tough, I've just got to do it I guess. Should be great.

Last week was scout camp. That was crazy talk. There were alot of really good parts, but there were also alot of hard parts. I was the oldest kid there from my troop, and I dont have any real friends from the troop. I took a couple merit badge classes, but I was mostly there as additional leadership. We have a ton of boys that required constant babysitting, and that just wore me out. I'm tired of ADD kids. I was honestly considering living as a hermit for the rest of my life after camp. However, now that i've returned to society I'm back to normal. Hooray.

Things on the girl front are finally good after a couple months of poo. Right now I officially don't like anybody. That makes things alot easier for right now. I'm determined that I'm not going to talk to the next girl I like. Maybe I won't even know her name. She probably won't know I exist. Thats gonna be so much easier cause that way you dont have to worry about friendships. You don't have to worry about talking to her, because you don't really know she's there. Its a very simple situation. Aye, girls are poonuts. Im afraid of them I tells ya, nothing but trouble. However, it is very nice to be friends with Hope again. I guess there are just some times when you have to say "alrighty, I'll do it for the team." But, all vague comments aside, things are finally pretty good. I'm not gonna say they're perfect, but they're pretty good.

I've determined I dont wanna be a programmer anymore. I'm dropping that class and I'm going to take chemistry instead. I have no idea what I'm going to end up doing with my life. I don't wanna be a dud. I wanna change the world, do something great. Right now I'm pretty interested in making alternative energy a viable option. I have no idea how I'm going to do that though. I'm thinking I've got to work microorganisms into it somehow, fuse solar energy with photosynthesis or something, but it'd be tough. I want to work for GE, that'd be a killer job.

Registration is on thursday. My schedule is all screwy so it doesnt mean anything though. Ive got to change alot of stuff, and I'm not looking forward to it. I hate being a hassle, I'd much rather just be convenient. I hate making the counselors jobs harder for them. So, thursdays Ive got to go get my schedule, then on mass change day see if I can make it into chemistry. I sure hope I didnt get put in TVTV. I let them put my name down because they actively recruited me, but I dont really want to be in that class. Sure It'd be fun, and i'd probably be good at it, but I dont wanna end up doing that whole scene again. I'm kinda tired of doing everything ya know? I wanna worry about my education, not about the welfare of the school.

Sigh, my bloodsugar has totally been screwed up. Scout camp was pretty hard because I was just shooting from the hip most of the time and had no idea where I was. And now I can't seem to get myself under 200. my average for today was around 300, its a joke. Sigh, I need to get better at that or my kidneys are going to hate me by the time I'm 25. I think running with cross country is going to help alot, but my doctor isn't going to be too pleased with how this summer has gone. See, the thing is, its all my fault. There's nothing in this whole diabetic deal that is random. It all makes perfect sense. If I'm a high number, I know that's my fault. If I'm low, I know that's my fault. In a way that is a very secure feeling, but at the same time it sucks big time. I kinda wish I could say this was someone else's fault, but its not. If I end up dead its my own dear fault. Thats why I never talk about it. This is the first time you've ever really heard me complain about my bloodsugar sucking. Thats because its my fault. I need to get back in control, and thats just been difficult because I've been unwilling to make the changes necessary. I guess I ought to though, so Ima do that.

So, me and peter have a great scheme to make things work out for us awesomely. I'm not sure if we're ready to unveil it to the world yet, but in the near future we're gonna be doing something pretty cool. Expect good things I tell ya. Peter is a pretty smart kid. Sure he's not the exact clone of me that I thought he was for a bit, but he's way intelligent. I figure he's probably gonna end up making more money than me some day.

Me and Andrew and Nathan have another awesome scheme under way. This one will be a little harder to pull off, but if it works its gonna be amazing. It will take a ton of work to get it started, and i'm afraid it might not happen. You see, we're really great at thinking stuff up, but we never really follow through. I sure hope we're able to follow through on this one.

So, this week's schedule: (In case you want to stalk me)

Tuesday: Work on World Geography Project (WGP)
Play Halo with Levi james and kyle
Practice Starcraft with Peter

Wednesday: Scouts
Work on WGP
2v2 starcraft match with peter

Thursday: Registration
Super cool after registration party
Halo/Stomp, depending on how I feel

Friday: Finish WGP
Party like a madman.

So yeah, it sounds like fun. I hope this week ends up good. Right now im just blasted tired. I'm excited for high school though. And i'm way excited about these 2 schemes. Well, I suppose its time i ran off. It's weird not liking anybody. Its totally different. I don't do it too often, and its just weird. so yeah, thats Christopher Thatcher's world in a nutshell for ya. Goodnight Marissa, since you're the only weirdo weird enough to read this.