Week One

" The deepest definition of youth is life as yet untouched by tragedy. "


This is going to be pretty short post. Now that Christmas vacation has started, I'm back to enjoying myself by doing nothing. Well, almost nothing. Today, we went to the malls. I persuaded my dad to buy me some sort of jacket. Unfortunately, he bought me this velvety thing which is typically worn by girly people. I'm not sure what was worse: The velvet jacket, or the fact that I can never win an argument against my dad. (-.-);


In the mall, standards of what to wear barely existed. Fat women were wavering their meaty thighs with pride, some awesome people who wore these things which I can never pull-off, some slutty teens strutting around in shorts and tiny shirts that showoff their navel, hysterical kids with their t-shirts tucked in and their pants high up, sporty jocks that were as bad as the fat people and some classy adults who looked like they were up to their necks in credit card debt (which they prolly' were)...... every single getup you can imagine. The general definition of normalcy greatly varies. I'm not exactly sure how to describe it, really. (o__O)


It was seriously crowded, too. At one point, I almost got separated from everyone. I started to panic, turning this way and that in an attempt to escape the crowd, only to rescued by my frustrated dad. XD Then we ordered takeout from this restaurant called "Panda Express" which was our usual outlet when it came to Chinese food. I also vaguely remember our car stopping infront of Wall-Mart. I guess dad had to pickup milk for Drey. In short, it was just another well-spent day outside the house. It's actually kinda nice to get out ever once in awhile, since I tend to lean towards the 'stay-home-and-read-a-good-book' principle. (^_^)


When we got home, I quickly ran to my room, undressed, changed my clothes, grabbed the laptop and swiftly logged into blogger and... well, you get the point~.

Lazy Days

" Don't go around saying the world owes you a living.
The world owes you nothing. It was here first. "


For the next two weeks, I'll be blogging on a more frequent level. "Why," you ask? Simple: it's Christmas Vacation. Finally, I have time to recapture my sanity and rest my strained mentality. :3 Not to mention spending some with time with the good ol' family who often nag me into cleaning my dreadfully messy room. (>_<) I'm not exactly sure what to blog about, really... Christmas is coming, and here I am, lounging at home and doing nothing but sit on my butt and filling my cheeks with cholesterol-induced goods. I actually miss the familiarity of doing nothing for the sake of doing nothing. If you've read my posts from months long passed, you'd see what I'm talking about. Okay, so it may sound kinda moronic... but I can't help this tendency of mine which stems from my ability to appreciate life just by measuring the simple passing of days.


I plan to spend my two, school-free weeks watching National Geographic programs, blogging, update my anime tank, playing with my brother and chatting with sensible human beings on the net. (^__^) But I won't expect these to last long, of coarse. Next thing I know, I'll be tossed back into the cold school grounds and proceeding to study like a madman. I'm not gonna enjoy it, but it's what I must do. Afterall, you can't expect life to grant you bliss every second of everyday... it just doesn't work that way, I suppose. X3 I assume we're all destined to a lifetime full of swirling situations of every variety, locked in a battle with ourselves as well as the world. So I'm going to attempt to make this state of contentment last, letting it settle into my system until its once again expunged away from me by the simple passage of time and hard work. No more blogging, no more happy instances of chatting, no more manga.... the list goes on. Wa. (TT_TT) Ah, oh well. I guess I'll live.


Summer break seems a long way away and, even then, I'll be attending summer school in order to receive a less crowded schedule when the next school year starts. I've already been planning it out: Gym, English, Chemistry... and just about every damn class I'm taking this year that needs improvement on the first semester (which I missed). Ugh, I have to remember to consult the school Counselor about this. If I improve my grades, I could even enter a sort of 'student work program' where I'll be able to earn school credit by actually working on a part-time job assigned by the school. But, then again, I might not even go through with it simply because I may not be able to keep up. (x__x) Eh, it's basically all just a big "Maybe". Nothing's certain. I'm not even sure what course to take on college. Though nursing is one of the options I'm seriously considering. That, and literature. *ish a big fan of writing* Speaking of college, I don't even wanna go to college here. (@__@) Why? Because I'm scared. Simple as that. Not to mention the terrors of attempting to fit in with the whole American-college-atmosphere scenario.


Wow, this post just went from my activities regarding Christmas to blurting out parts of my life plans. *headdesk* (^^);
I guess I'll find out, ne? So stick with me till then~! :3


PS: *ehem* iloveya. (^_~)

Epitome of Insanity

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"You can only standby and watch whilst your good times fade into the obscured pieces you call memory."

I know, I know.... I've let this blog fall into an irreversible decay. But I can't help it, really. Since moving here, school---- and life in general ---- has kept me busy as fuck. Homework, etc. Not to mention my family: they want me to wash dishes, clean my room every three days or so, observe the kitchen every time someone cooks dinner and watch Drey whenever they coop themselves up in their room to play CABAL.


But the home chores aren't what's sapping me of sanity. They're fine (afterall, I'm a person who's unconsciously dedicated to habitual laziness), but it's because I constantly have a 'cultural barrier' between me and the rest of the people in school. Quite frankly, it's like having to erase and rewrite everything you thought you knew abut human behavior, belief systems, personalities and interaction. It's CRAZY, I tell you! Suddenly, I find myself unable to relate to any living soul within 5 meters of me. My voice would fade from the strain if silence by the end of the week unless I sing myself hoarse every few days or so. Sometimes I can't help but really miss my friends and I tear-up at night cause' of homesickness. But I think its just the estrogen. But life won't change just because I'm moping around and quietly whining, so that's enough of my emoness, a'right? (^__^)


This post is to make up all that snapping backlog I've been wanting to blog about concerning school. Eh, but where to start? The school system, I guess. (o__o) Ok, so as I've passively mentioned on a previous post, the school system isn't the same (but then again, so are alot of things... so it's pretty much expected (>__>)) as when I was back in the Philippines. Instead of the usual 'Block System' where everybody is stuck with the same set of classmates who're more or less the same age and year as you, I get to experience the 'Period System'. I know what it sounds like, but do NOT make me go there. (o-o); Basically, it's all based on a 'schedule'. Everyday, you go through seven classes: those seven classes are an hour long and then each hour is called a 'period'. Your schedule is based on your grades, so you can (as in my case) have a Chemistry class for Juniors while still remaining in an Algebra class for Sophomores. The school has a sort of outdoorsy setting, with islands of grass and trees separated by cemented walkways that weave it's way around the school. There are buildings with large numbers on them, and each section of clustered buildings are under a specific subject. For example, building 5 is solely for Spanish classes, while building 13 is for English classes. Well ,you get the point. I'm not sure what the other buildings are for, though. I don't attend a class in very building, seeing as there are only seven periods in a day and that there are about seventeen buildings all-in-all...



These are my classes by schedule and my overall opinions of them:


Algebra - Pretty good. Mr. Hicks (my teacher) is the emotionless, crazy sort of teacher. He can be strict when foul language is in use and concocts light humor out of a class's stupidity. Miraculously, I've started to like Math. That, and I get good grades. 8D He keeps the class interested in what he has to say most of the time and makes these weird noises/slash/expressions like 'Bee-woop' and 'Holyequationsbatman'. XD

English - Bittersweet. It tends to get pretty bad when I'm not in the mood to write and/or have these series of inconvenient writer's block. In cases like these, I tend to forget my Literature Letters (which is really not a good thing) and/or remain totally lost as what to write on occasional Journal Days. Though Miss Swenson can be a strict old bat, she keeps good books on her shelves and talks in a way that really makes you think about the assigned topics. All-in-all, still one of my aspiring subjects. ;D

Gym - I'm not too fond of this one. (x__x) I don't exactly suck at it (despite the fact I'm not a sporty person), but doing jumping jacks in near-freezing temperatures doesn't sound very nice, AM I RIGHT?! (O__o) *twitch* As expected of a highschool coach, Coach Mills has personified the idea of an intense drill sergeant. He treats students like adults --- with respect and whatnot --- which makes him cool on my book.

Lunch - It's lunch... what can I say? XD My routine involves coming out from gym, walking to the cafeteria, buying a Hot Pocket and washing it all down with apple juice.

World History - World History is probably the subject I'm least likely to struggle in. The difficult level is placed into moderation and it's all just based on memorization and understanding. You know, the usual. We use computers instead of notebooks to take notes and we do research off the internet (and if you must know, you can't use school computers to freely browse the web due to this restriction program installed in the computer systems, so... uh, yeah. (T^T)). Sometimes we'd do slides on Microsoft PowerPoint. Mr. Eliades is a pretty cool teacher. I mean, he's traveled around the world... and the way he talks just captures your attention. (^.^);

Spanish - GAH. Just when I though I'd gotten rid of Filipino, I suddenly find myself taking-up Spanish?! (X__X) I have to take two years of it in order to get a good qualification for college. WTF. D< Though the teacher is pretty nice, she had to remain absent throughout half the first semester cause she was gonna give birth. (o.o); So that's mostly the reason why I can't give a full review on it. End of comment. (^__^)

Chemistry - It's hard. Period. (-__-) It's the only class where I'm with a bunch of Juniors, so this is where I go through the least amount of interaction unless it involves group experiments and such. I suppose there's this sort of silent rule where the higher years usually look down on the lower ones. *shrug* I save my voice for questions regarding the lessons at hand. Speaking of experiments, our last one involved chemicals that had burst into different sorts of colors when we dipped a nichrome wire in a sample dish and hovered it above a Bunsen burner. There was also this one time, on my first day at Chem class, that Miss Finzel (the teacher, obviously) held this huge bubble stick and torch. She dipped the bubble stick into a large vat full of foamy stuff and held it against an electric fan: it created this huge bubble that burst into flames while still floating upwards... screeching desks resonated throughout the room when the students attempted to get away in fear of the ceiling catching on fire. XD I pretty much like the teacher, Miss Finzel, well enough. She gives these lectures that are sometimes REALLY hard to follow, especially when I'm being hammered by my migraines. Not my best subject. But, hey, at least I'm trying... right? (e__e)



Aside from that, let us discuss my state of mentality, shall we? Well, I have one word for you: emo. No, seriously. In my gloomy moods, I barely talk to anyone unless I'm being directly addressed to. This place has it's ups and downs. For one thing, I never get hungry. But to be honest, I really, REALLY miss Iloilo. We all had our unique brand of craziness. (T__T) But, unfortunately, I won't be coming back till my parents make plans to visit, which will be around heaven-knows-when. D:


This is certainly the beginning of my American life....
I just wish I'd know what that'll mean for me on the long run.