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

Jessica, where art thou?

Hannah and I are going on a field trip to find Jessica. 

Me: Has Jessica died?

Hannah: Jessica? ;o

Me: I haven't seen her. :(

Hannah: I haven't seen her either |:

Me: Oh noes! We must travel to find her.

Me: FIELD TRIP!

Hannah: OKAY :D

Me: Sounds like a plan!

Me: I'll bring the juiceboxes!

Hannah: I'll bring the "My name is" stickers

Me: Awesome! I'll bring the sign that says "Looking for Jessica" with a reward of 2 shiny pencils.

Hannah: I'll bring the peanut butter sandwiches

Me: YES! Now we won't starve!

Me: I bet if we brought a ton of attractive men with us we could find her in a heartbeat...
...and I would be happy. So can I meet you on say, that one street in China with the people on it by that one big building?

Hannah: Deal.

Hannah: Wait. The building with the OTHER people too as well, right?

Me: LOL. yes :D

Me: Okay, so I'll meet you on Saturday your time, Friday my time. I'm boarding the flight to LA right 

now!

Hannah: See you at the airport ^_^

Me: Okay!

Me: *end scene*

Hannah: *curtains*

We are on a mission, people.

--nala

Consider me happy and free.

Yes,  I did change my template because I am happy and just learned how.

I had the best day yesterday/this afternoon. Seriously. Nothing could've been better. Let's do this thing.

Friday morning: Wake up and go to school. I had tea, so my taste buds were happy.

First Block: EHAP. My teacher was slaphappy, and as a 70 year old man, did an Irish Jig in front of class. It was hilarious, and I was explosively happy.

Third Block (I only had odd blocks): I took the standardized assesment, and upon completing it began watching "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest". But what I really did was listen to my acquaintance talk about drugs, which was enlightening. Not that I plan to start them.

Fifth Block: Best drama class yet. All the lovely freshman all gathered around and we started telling jokes. The circle went like so:
Gibby: The hilariously awkward kid, who is dating Charlotte. He read most of the jokes.
Ian: Classic jock, he messes with kids about being gay, but secretly I think he is gay.
Dancerboy: You know about him. I don't like him anymore, but we are still friends. He got a haircut, and looks like Edward.
Charlotte: The dirty girl who doesn't care if you know it. She is cool for sure. Dating Gibby.
Me: Quiet in that class, and the resident "indie" kid. I'm not really indie though, so don't believe that.
Christine: The perfect goodie-goodie. Extremely innocent.
Hovering- William: One of the most annoying kids ever. I don't think he gets sex jokes. He is very loud though. He didn't really talk much.. Or laugh.

So we were in the circle, and we were just telling jokes. They started out harmless, and then we went to antijokes. And then we got on a reddit thread of "Offensive Jokes". As Gibby read the jokes to the group his voice got softer and softer. Our sub actually fell asleep. The dirtier the joke, the softer his voice. The jokes were EXTREMELY offensive to every single minority possible. Still, we laughed. By the middle, we decided that we were all going to hell.  They were jokes that you would slap yourself for laughing at, but you just couldn't help it. On occasion William would ask what a joke meant. We just couldn't bring ourselves to answering, they were that bad.  While I sat there I realized that this is what I missed from my old group of friends in 7th grade. We were all a community, joining because of a similar sense of humor. For the record, I am not at all racist, sexist, or prejudiced to any groups of people. Neither are the people in that group. They just know how to laugh. At first I felt bad laughing, and I didn't know if I should. But then we were all like, "Hell, we know this stuff is funny, and sometimes you just need to have time like this". If I were to wish for one thing I would wish these kind of community moments would happen more often. Not necessarily being a community because of offensive jokes, but any community where people just get a side of me. I'm definitely the girl who was yelling "KINDNESS!" while laughing uncontrollably. So, yeah I guess the main point is that I had the best time with them.

Seventh Block: In Spanish we just did a lot of silly learning things. They weren't too bad, and I was so slaphappy, I couldn't care if they were boring.

Then after school I talked to my friend Meghan whom I have missed dearly lately. She is one of those people that gives you tons of compliments and makes you feel awesome. I passed by her while walking with a couple of other friends, and stopped to talk to her and she was like, "Thais! Oh how I have missed you darling. I love you so much prettylady...". She also said a bunch of other stuff, but I don't feel like transcribing our conversation. Basically, she puts me on top of the world.  I came home and ate Chipotle, which was beyond delicious. I proceeded to get online and look at whatever I wanted. I chatted with a few people, videochatted Janie, and then went to the book of faces where I talked to Jessica about attractive men, which was one of the most lovely conversations I have had in forever. Definitely was a community moment, even if she is just one person. People full of awesome are worth like 3 people. Yeps.

Finally I went to asleep at 12:14pm, and woke up at 11:55am today. Well rested I ate ice cream for breakfast, and a tuna sandwich with red peppers and cheese. Then I talked to Tia again (finally) and at 4:56 the father came in and asked if I wanted to go to church. Upon my answering "No" he left, symbolizing my freedom! Ah, I am so excited. The parents have officially given up on me. It feels so good.

--nala

I don't think hormones cause my mood swings.

So, I am going to the BEST CAMP EVER this summer to learn Spanish even more than I am learning now. I am so pumped. I got the huge packet of greatness today. It had my "passport" and all the information about camp and everything awesome that will be happening. I was grinning from ear to ear and just.. it was magical, really. I haven't been that happy in forever. I mean, I've been happy, but not grin-ear-to-ear happy. So then I dashed upstairs gleefully skipping. Then my father calls for me to come and throw my apple away. Grr. I was hoping mom would do that for me. So, I bring my phone, blaring my music down and throw away the stupid apple. Then I get a list of other stuff to do (dishes, set the table, put my crap away blahblahblah) FINALLY, once I finish, I stomp up to my room, where I am now. I am blaring my music. And I am angry.

My parents demands make me have mood swings.

On a lighter note, I had an awesome vacation, and I'll be returning to school tomorrow! Why am I excited? I haven't a clue. Let's get this quarter over with so I can go to camp, right?

Empowered,
Nala

Empowering Song: Strip Me by Natasha Bedingfield

Psych. Flattery. Break.

So, the Psych classes every year do this thing where two people have one person blindfolded, and bring them to different rooms in the school to see if the blindfolded person will know what classroom it is. So, today two groups of kids came in with their blindfolded people to my english class. My teacher is mexican, and can speak spanish, so when they came in we all started saying random words in Spanish. Here's what the kiddos walked in to.
Teacher: AY AY AY! Mis estudiantes! Callate!
Student A: HOLAAAAAA! Como estas?
Student B: ARRRRRRRIBA!
Student C: FUI, FUI, DI, VINE, TUVE, HICE, PUSE, Y ESTUVE, QUISE, PUDE, SUPE, DIJE, TRAJE, Y ANDUUUUUUVE.
Student D: Donde. Estan. Mis. Pantalones.
Student E: En sus piernas?
Student F: No! Perdilos!
Student G (me): Ay dios mio...
Blindfolded kid: Uhm... Spanish one class?
My English class: heeheeehee, you have been tricked!

Yes, we were annoying. No, we don't care.

Then later in drama my duet partner and I were working on a scene in British English, and this girl who I did NOT know was British was like, "Uhm, you suck at sounding British. Just fyi". So I told her that she gets to teach me the ways now. I think I'm doing alright. I realized that I still make my vowels too harsh for a British person.

Alsooooo, there is the most ADORABLE girl in my drama class and she dresses so perfectly and fashionably every single day. And guess what? She adopted my style for today! Without telling me it was going to happen. But she I come in, and she's like, "Guess who I'm stealing my trends from today?" And I was like, "Uhm.. Teen Vogue like everyday?" And she's like, "No silly! You! You little trendsetter, you." Needless to say, I'm flattered. I loved her so much, and she's just racking up points on the "Flatter Thais and You Win More Points" meter.

Lastly, I'm going to escape tomorrow. Spring Break. Yes. I can't decide whether or not I'll bring my Macipoo, but if I do, hopefully I won't use it too much. I need some serious relaxation time to clear my head.

--nala <3

P.S. iPad 2's go on sale tomorrow at 5pm. My dad already decided that we are getting one if they aren't all sold out. They better not be. I love being a part of a Mac family.