I have gotten into one of those "artsy" moods that I have for a few months every year or so. So I decided to go buy a big tri-fold display board even though I have no idea what to do with it.
What do you mean it's only used for presentations‽
In case you didn't know, "‽" is an "interrobang", or a combination of a question mark ("interrogative point") and an exclamation mark ("bang"). If you want more information, you can read about it on Wikipedia.
I also bought a 64 pack of crayons to make a project like this...
...before I realized I didn't have a canvas or super/hot glue.
I might be able to find a "mini" canvas but I doubt I'll have superglue just lying around. And I definitely don't have hot glue.
I also decided that I wanted to finish my "laptop folder" that I "started" back in November, so I went and got paint but the black paint just looks grey and it basically ruined the whole thing before I even got started.
That's my own, by the way.
Basically, even when I'm in an artsy mood, I do everything wrong. Laugh at me, because I know I am.
I went to a roadtrip to Chicago and while I was in Indiana, I found this in a gas station:
I decided that I should try it because I, being a teenager and all, love caffeine. So I bought it and kept it till I got home...
It tastes horrible. I'm chewing the first one right now and it is probably the worst thing I have ever put in my mouth. That includes when I was 3 and curiously licked some poop.
I searched for other reviews online and everyone's saying it tastes bitter. It doesn't exactly taste bitter to me, it just tastes bad.
I'm ignoring the taste for the time being to see if it really has as much caffeine as 1/2a cup of coffee. Not that regular coffee really affects me anymore though...
Actually, after a while, it's not that bad. It actually tastes like mint now!
Too bad they don't sell them in Florida.
I've had these songs on repeat for almost 2 weeks now-
Recently I have been randomly remembering pieces of my past. Sometimes they are triggered by an event, such as remembering when no one came to my birthday party in 4th grade while I'm at a younger kid's party, or remembering the girl who took advantage of me by asking me to copy my notes for her, because I was too nice to say no and she skipped school a lot, while I'm doing my homework. Said girl was my mortal enemy so I still don't know why I couldn't say no to her!
Most of the time, however, they are completely random. I just can't stop it!
My most favorite thing in the world is listening to music, but recently, all of it has been making me imagine how I would take revenge on the people who made my life a living hell in the past, and the circumstances under which it could happen. (It's so bad that sometimes I wonder if they're going to chase me down just to harrass me, even though I've moved halfway around the world.)
Sometimes I remember when a boy in my class asked if I was "mentally disturbed", or when a senior asked why I was "being so emo", or I was sent to a counselor in elementary school because they thought I was depressed (which I didn't know at the time). She swore secrecy and then called my parents as soon as I was out the door.
So even if I need any mental help now, I won't be getting any until I'm no longer under my parents' care. That is my decision.
The problem is, even though I don't want them popping up randomly and making me hate my life, I don't want to forget the memories either. They have taught me lessons that I am not willing to unlearn.
Unlike other girls, I just love my scars. I think they're cool. Most of them have some very interesting stories. Some of my favorites involve not even knowing where the scar came from.
Which is why I wasn't so happy when my mom decided years ago that it was time for one of those scars to go. It was one I'd had since I was very little, though it had recently begun to grow darker.
It was, is, and always will be my favorite scar.
The reason I hate Mederma specifically is because it was what my mom used. I still have the scar, but it's so light now that I can't even see it if I'm not looking very closely.
I've considered numerous times to just cut myself with a knife over the old scar to bring it back. I don't usually harm myself, and I haven't attempted to bring back the scar yet.
Yes, I know I have an unhealthy obsession with this scar, but I can't help it. I was plenty obsessed before my mom lightened it.
And as you've all probably heard, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder!"
Today I didn't go to school. I had a headache all day yesterday, and my dad wasn't in town to come pick me up, so I was given permission to stay home today if I didn't feel better.
I stayed home, even though I felt fine.
After a few hours of my first time playing hooky since I started high school (10th grade started a few months ago, and high school starts in 9th grade here), I came to a realization - I am not bad. I don't do many bad things. The worst thing I've ever done is pull out my own tooth when it wasn't loose, but it was still a baby tooth, and I did get it back...That was years ago.
The worst thing I've done since then was sneak out at 6 AM to go running with friends for a school club, even though my parents were pretty convinced I was sick and going to stay home. I came back around 9 AM. The door was unlocked, as I had left it, and everyone was still asleep. None of them found out. They still don't know.
I'm not saying I want to do anything seriously bad - like smoking or drinking or drugs or stealing - I just want to be more bad than I am now.
I don't know, maybe I'll secretly buy some hair bleach so I can finally use that blue hair dye I have that my parents have said no to.
Or maybe I should stand up for myself and finally buy some of those band shirts I haven't bought because I'm afraid my parents will hide them because they have skulls and stuff. They did try to hide my The Used shirt from me, since it said 'Put Me Out' (the name of a song) on it, along with a picture of a cigarette in an ashtray.
That shirt could just be telling people to stop smoking, for god's sake! It isn't, but they don't know that! I know they don't know because they don't even care who's performing if I go to a concert.
So I don't know what bad things I want to do. I just know I want to do bad things. The ones above are only bad to my parents. I need to do better than that.
I decided a while ago that I would like some pins to put on, well, anything. I just wanted some pins. But the internet is expensive, so I decided to make my own.
Then I came across this video and decided to try it.
I've done one so far, mainly 'cause it took me an hour to pound the bottlecap into shape on Friday and I had family over for the rest of the weekend and didn't have that much free time.
I didn't have Mod Podge, so I just used Elmers clear glue. I was still unsure about whether or not it would work. Fortunately, it did!
>>I don't own the logo, Rise Against does<<
I plan on doing a few more, but I'm still deciding which ones to make.
Maybe I can make some more during the long weekend we have for Veterans' Day! ^_^
This weekend, I have a three day weekend because of a teacher planning day. Plenty of time to finish all my three-day weekend homework and catch up on Psychology and maybe get on with the last two assignments for Social Media and probably finish up the last project left in Ch1 of my Excel e-book, I thought.
Now I'm beginning to doubt that, and it's only the first day.
I just realized how much work this is...
I'm not even halfway finished with Psych 1.04 yet, and the rest haven't even been started, even though I've been working for a few hours already.
OK, well, that's a lie. I did most of my Algebra extra credit during the pep rally yesterday, because I didn't go. I also got maybe 20% of my Spanish worksheet done. I did some of the Chemistry homework, because I knew it was going to be a lot (60 written response questions). But I did all of that yesterday.
But I still have a lot to do, especially since the parts of Chemistry I didn't do were the ones I didn't know, so I now have to study them.
I'd better be done with Psych 1.05 by this evening so I can call my teacher for my DBA, since her office hours don't include Saturdays and Sundays.
