Well isn't this a rarity? Me posting twice in two days! WHOO!

I'm posting because I AM SO FLIPPIN' EXCITED FOR SUMMER CAMP.

I'm going to an spanish immersion camp for 2 weeks, and AH! I am so excited. My thoughts are not coherent, so don't judge me. Actually, do judge me, I don't really care.

Anywho, camp is a couple of months away, but I feel like it is just around the corner. It'll be in the woods over the summer, and I hate bugs with all of my being, but luckily the places I will be they have cleared so there should be less. Usually in a situation like this I would be super nervous and awkward and scared to go somewhere where I know no one, but I'm actually really excited. I'm not afraid I won't make friends at all. I mean, how could I live with these people for two whole weeks and not talk to them?

Also, the camp is beauuuuutiful. Really, really pretty.

Most importantly, I love spanish more than life itself. A lot of people say they hate it because they are lazy and obnoxious. I love it because it is beautiful and so eloquent and because when I speak it I don't even realize that it isn't my first, or even second language. Being my third language I would think I would be like "EW, LANGUAGE. GET OFF ME". But I adore it. I am so bloody excited to be with people who feel the same way, and who aren't 50 year old teachers.

Plus, I'm going to a few Spanish speaking cruises later on in the summer after camp, and I'm going to be such a pro at speaking with the locals. That's pretty exciting. I mean, my dad already is fluent, so he could talk for me if I blank, but I totally won't blank.

If you actually followed this, props to you. I'm such a better writer than comes through on my blog. It's a bit frustrating, but these are basically my thoughts pouring from my brain to the keyboard. Yay.

--nala

PS. I also get to eat food from spanish speaking countries the WHOLE TIME. And...they are going to make all vegetarian meals for me. Now isn't that considerate? I think sooo.

Hello again.

I'm horribly sorry for not posting in weeks, but I know nearly no one reads this so I don't feel bad. Woops.

In the news: The last day for my student teacher was today. She made us cookies, and apparently it was the first time she had ever baked.. It was awkward. She came to class and was like "Ugh I made you guys cookies last night." I was surprised that she wasn't happy about making the cookies, if I were her, I would be like "YAY I GOT TO BAKE SUGARY TREATS!". So I asked her if she had fun and she said that it wasn't a good experience. Later on in class we were about to pass them out, and she was like "Did you know that cookies are bad for you? I thought they just had flour and water, but oh no! They have so much sugar and butter!"

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Yes, I am being completely serious. None of that was exaggerated an ounce. I feel like I should mention that my teacher is a bit overweight, not obese or anything, but she is a bit plump. And now I understand why. She has no idea what is in her food. Heck, if I thought all was in cookies was flour and water, I would eat them for every single meal and not feel bad at all.

Anyway, these cookies were WEIRD LOOKING. They were really thick with a diameter of, oh, an inch and a half. So, pretty small for a cookie, but really thick. It was strange. They tasted... interesting, as a classmate put it when my student teacher asked for an opinion. Then our teacher told us that they might taste a bit different because... wait for it.............. they had wheat flour in them. SCANDAL! Ha, I kid. A bunch of people thought she said that they had "weed flour" in them. I laughed. Only my class would say that to a teacher.

Our class often makes drug references. Usually I wouldn't think it was funny, but my class is comprised of pretty much zero druggies, which is amazing because my school has lots of high people everyday. So on 4/20 we brought brownies and people joked that they were pot brownies, which they most definitely WERE NOT. I love the people in that class.

4/20 is a weird holiday. The smart ones among you are probably like "OH! HITLER'S BIRTHDAY!". If you think that, you probably have not been inducted into the high school life of an American. 4/20 is the day where a bunch of people are high and smoke marijuana in the bathroom. It's gross, but the thing I hate the most is that I can't always tell when someone is high. Like, if I'm going to be around someone whose brain isn't at a normal state, I would like to know so that I can be aware and such. Drunk people are so much easier to spot.


Nothing else of excitement has happened.. There are 12 class periods left until finals. Hoo boy. There are 4 until AP tests. I am not prepared. Oh well.

(insert some Mumford and Sons lyrics right here, because I couldn't choose any that I liked more than others)

Okay people, I didn't get Mumford and Sons tickets. Please cry for me starting now. I think every single other person in the entire school managed to get the tickets that sold out in six minutes, but I did not. I'm a bit bitter. Half of those people don't even know all of their songs. Probably more than half. Grrrrrr. Do you understand how awesomely amazing it would be to see Mumford and Sons!? I sure don't, and will not ever know anymore. It would be the highlight of my summer for sure. Now we can add this fantastic band to the pile of other artists I have been wanting to see, but was not able to. I tried to guilt trip my dad, but alas, he DID try to get them for me, but he wasn't fast enough.

Also, this week I started a little autobiography thing of my sophomore year, which would be this year. I haven't gotten too far, but I figured I would type up the first paragraph or so here, and you can all feast your eyes on it..

"Today, Tuesday April 5th, 2011, I am beginning the story of my Sophomore Year of highschool, which I have 7 and a half weeks left of.

Sophomore year was the year of sparklers, friendships, failure, chemistry, european history AP, and writing notes and scribbles to myself. I think that this year I have learned more about myself and others than ever before. I've learned the internet isn't just for creepy old men. I've learned that talent is everywhere, and that my parents have held me back from a lot a could've learned. I've learned that people don't show how much they actually care. I've learned the power of music in all forms. I've learned that I'm too tall for regular length pants, but too short for tall pants. I've learned that the world is unfair, but youth knows how to overcome that. I've met countless people on sparknotes.com who shaped me more than the people I see everyday. I've learned that some people have hearts of gold, and some will just never understand. I've learned how to keep certain stuff to myself, and how to get around difficulties. I've learned that I love to write, no matter how terrible my writing is. I've learned that being an American student, I have become extremely brainwashed, and now see how stupid Americans truly are. I've learned that no matter what, people will know more and experience more than me, but my best is always good enough."

So there it is. It definitely doesn't flow as I would want it to, but I am writing all of this in a notebook in pen so that I will be completely raw and can write in a stream of conscious style. It's all just in the back of a section of my math spiral which I bring to school every day, and since names are used later in it, I have to make sure I don't let anyone touch it, or start looking through it.

On a completely separate note, I have been very annoyed lately. It's quite annoying for me to feel annoyed, because I usually let things roll off of me pretty well and keep happy, but in the past week I've just been annoyed with people. For example, I just left a club I was at because I just didn't like how I was being treated, and I was just.. gah. I don't even know. And then last night I went to go see the school's play with a friend, and I was just SO ANNOYED, and I was totally showing it, and I didn't even care. I need to start talking to people, but I don't want to kill relationships, and since I'm awesome at pretending that I was just "out of it, not mad at you, something else", I always just pretend nothing is wrong.

I really don't want this post to end on such a sour note, but I don't think I can help it. I guess I could tell you that it looks absolutely beautiful outside.

And hey, here is some great music for you to listen to:

 

Here is a song to make you happy: Give a Little by Hanson

Or, if you want to listen to what I'm listening to... Winter Winds by Mumford and Sons

Kay, byebye dears! (:

It is so nice outside. Oh my goodness it makes me happy. Not too hot, and a cool breeze. I love it. A couple of my friends and I just sat outside yesterday after school and took in the sun. Twas fantastic.

Anywho, my darling Hannah (exchange student, not sparkler) is coming in just a few short days! Isn't that exciting!? I'm so pumped to see her. She is basically the older sister that I never get to see, which is pretty depressing. I'm pretty sure I already blogged about this exciting event a while ago though, so I'll stop blabbering for now.

On another note, school ends in like 7 weeks. Can you believe that?! I'm excited. Well, that doesn't include finals week, but finals week is kind of exciting.

Finally, my friend showed me this song, and if you want to get up and dance, you should totally listen! Click, my darlings! Cliiiiiiiiick :)

That is all for now.

<3 nala