We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.
-Abraham Lincoln
Part of the Young Women's lesson in church today involved inspiration quotes, and this was one that I liked a lot. I also shared a few that I had in my iPod Notes and one off the top of my head that I rediscovered last week: "Rage works when reason won't."
How'd I rediscover this? Well, last Sunday, I, for some reason, wanted to visit my Facebook timeline... It doesn't have much from recently, but I could hardly remember any of the older stuff that I posted. I basically skimmed through the entire thing. Yes, my entire timeline. I've only had an account for... 3 years? More accumulated during those 3 years than I imagined.
It was when I was seeing what kinds of stuff I used to post when I was younger that I realized...
When my sister said that I was annoying when I was 12... She was right. I mean, I was annoying my future self.
I hadn't remembered that I complained, that I demanded, and mainly let out my ugly side on my statuses... No wonder people usually didn't pay attention to my rantings.
At least, on this blog, if I go off on a tangent about why I don't like something, I'm mainly anonymous and you're reading this because you want to. But I let my frustrations out on Facebook- mainly about people on Facebook! Not calling someone out specifically, but complaining because people wouldn't comment on what I shared, or they'd have FB games and not actually play them or- I am serious about this last one- how, for some reason, I was annoyed by how everyone was starting their statuses with "Truth is..." or "Tbh..." That is still annoying, actually, though it's not so common now.
I found one status that I didn't remembered posting, but reading it broke my heart. The only sad thing I ever wrote (unless talking about "Flowers for Algernon" making me cry counts as sad). It was about how my sis kept receiving Skype calls and texts and everything from her old friends, and I wasn't getting anything. (I'm assuming this was either while we lived in Mexico or when we came back from Mexico.)
I'll admit, I don't depend on having friends as much as my sis does. She had a really hard time in our previous move because, since she'd already graduated, she didn't really have many chances to make new friends, and her old friends were usually too busy to be chatting with her by phone in some form.
The time I had a hard time friend-wise was when I was doing online school. Not because I couldn't really talk with my classmates face to face, but because I knew it was so easy to hang out with my old friends- whose school was across the street from my house- and I'm pretty sure they knew I was around too, but they'd just... dropped me. They never sent me a text, and I only chatted for a few minutes with one or two at some point that year...
They didn't pay any attention to me.
Yeah, that kinda hurt.
I remember well how it felt in that point in my life. I still am a bit bitter about it every time something reminds me of them. But I realized a long time ago that, if I'd always felt that I had to really work for their attention, I just shouldn't even bother.
Sorry about the sob story. Could've at least been a better sob story.
But hey! Yesterday we were at a car place to replace the tires on the minivan, and a really annoying kids show came on eventually, something about a girl named Luna going on "scientific" adventures with her little brother Jupiter and their weird pet ferret...
It was when we got home that I realized why one of her stupid songs sounded familiar... The NMA theme song. The one that goes "What is going on? I don't have the slightest clue! I just slapped a cow!" She has a song that starts with "What's happening here?" I don't exactly remember the words for the rest of it since this was my first time encountering Luna, but the tune was certainly the same, or at least similar... Coincidence? I THINK NOT!
I always wondered how the NMA creator came up with such a random theme song... This somehow makes sense.
Though Luna bugs the poo out of me. Her voice grates on my eardrums and my nerves. Just like 2003 anime Envy... Both make me want to punch them every time they speak. And punch them hard.
Okay, I guess it sounds a little wrong that I want to punch a little girl character, even if she's so much worse than Dora or Barbie... But don't even look so surprised at the mentioning of Envy. His Brotherhood counterpart isn't exactly any better, but at least I can deal with his voice. But the 2003 Envy just has something in the way he talks that gets me all riled up. If absolutely nothing else about Envy's character annoyed me, he'd still be ruined by his voice.
Wow, I should probably have talked about something important by now. Like... *drumroll* My first day of school!
I was a little surprised by kids at school. I thought the girls at girls camp were pretty nice, so the rest of the kids would be kinda like that... but they actually weren't as friendly as I imagined. I mean, not that anyone said anything mean, they just didn't really say... anything. I know I didn't make matters any better because I was generally being shy (but I can't help it, that's who I am!), but I tried to at least look like I was up for talking to someone if they wanted to say hi...
I met two girls that were new that year, too, and they were both from California, which was a little odd. They both seem nice and cool, but the second one could be... less ranty? I know that sounds hypocritical since I rant all day on this blog, but she quickly got into the ranting when I'd just barely met her. She's also a bit... uh... Sweary the Swan, especially when she's having a bad day. I get that that's how some people are, but then she was telling me that I should start swearing. *disbelieving look* Um, excuse me? "Hi, I just barely met you, and I'm gonna warn you you're gonna hear me cuss a lot, but you should try it too because it's so liberating!" No.
As much as I like her, if she keeps being like that, I don't think I can hang with her much. And that makes me feel worse because this was a big move for her and she was having a hard time on her first days of school here, trying to find friends and her classes and stuff.
I generally like my teachers, even when they do things like ask specifically for composition notebooks despite us having bought a bunch of spirals... it's mainly the students. I can already tell there's a few classes where people just really don't want to work. Even though that's disappointing and distracting at times, I can usually still get along with my own work just fine- but then teachers want us to do group work. So...
not much gets done. Even if I could do all the work by myself and let everyone take the credit, I am not going to. I just hope these people don't make my grade drop.
Why are teachers such firm believers in making us do partner and group work? It almost always sucks. Butts. I could get a lot more done just being by myself!
Also, the way students dress is a little... yeeeeeeee. As far as I can tell, there's not much of a dress code. That's partly awesome because I can now wear hats to school (FINALLY!) but it also means girls are wearing tank tops and crop tops and short-shorts and dresses that are so hiked up you feel uncomfortable looking at them, knowing it wouldn't take much to see their underwear... As annoying as dress code can be, there's still gotta be some rules.
I hope that, as the year goes on, I start liking this school more, and my grades will stay up. I hope I can also at least make one or two good friends... If not, I can always bring library books, FMA volumes, or work on my writing and drawing. I should be doing all that anyways.
Speaking of- today I started reading The Secrets of the Immortal Nicolas Flamel by Michael Scott (this cracked me up since I first saw the author's name after we'd recently finished watching The Office). So far it's cool. If gives me a Kane Chronicles vibe, but it also has fantasy that I was already familiar with from AQ... and alchemy!~ I am about halfway through the first book.
I've also read the first two books of Dororo and the first of To Terra. Both are interesting, and not quite what I expected at first...
Book reviews over. I'll post a pic or two next week! K bai!
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