Well that day was a waste....

Yesterday was pretty much a waste of 13 hours. I woke up at noon to eat a GIANT bowl of Magic Stars ( Kroger brand Luck Charms: Ten times sweeter and double the marshmallows!) and then I made a Carmel macchiato on my new espresso maker. After eating was complete, I cracked open the new Guitar Hero 5. I never expected it to be as good as it was! Lemme tell you, the graphics were amazing and the story line, superb! Plus the song choices are very interesting. Finally someone decided it would be a good idea to include Jack White in Guitar Hero! The next step: Jack White as a character on Guitar Hero! Unfortunately, I had too much homework to get far enough into the game to play the Nirvana songs. The controversy unfolds as to whether it is an injustice to have Kurt Cobain as an unlockable character. I think it for sure is! Here's a link to an article on it .

Once my dad got on my case about playing Guitar Hero, I dug into my 12! assignments that I have due on Tuesday. I failed to complete all of them in the 5 hours I was working on them! When dinner time rolled around, I stopped with homework, made some Ramen Noodles and watched Fight Club, which is probably one of the best movies ever made. Once my dad got back home, he stopped me from playing Guitar Hero, again! and we watched the fight that was on HBO. Klitchko v. Areeola I think it was. Well anyways, it was really interesting. I never really got into boxing, but when my dad turns it on, I can't help but watch. I mean boxing just brings out the mortality of the people in the fight-- it really just shows, no matter how strong you are physically and mentally, you can only take so many hits. Upon deciding that midnight was too late to be working on homework on a Saturday, I called my dear friend Sam to see how her birthday went. We talked for an hour, and then i got my pjs on and watched Food Network for some time, eventually falling asleep.

Around 2:00, my phone rings. It is the familiar ring of my best friend Jenna Hall, who is in New Orleans filming a movie right now called the Pregnancy Pact. Boy am I going to laugh when she gets fat! Anyways, she was calling so her buddy, Max, could sing me a song. It was pretty good for a 2:00 in the morning spontaneous serenade.

Lesson of the day: Staying up too late can get you good things. And fighting brings out a lot in people.

Trying this again

Coming back from the Georgia Scholastic Press Association Conference at UGA this past Wednesday and Thursday, I have had the urge to start again expressing my thoughts to whomever would read them. Excessive, I know, because no one wants to read the thoughts of a high schooler who simply has too much to say about nothing important, but hey its what ever, its chill.
So last night I had to write an essay for my Analysis class-- "Analysis Meth" as it is called on my schedule-- about how line of best fit can be applied to mile times and when certain times could be run. Being in cross country, the last thing I wanted to do was expound upon how people of the world can run a mile in half the time I can. Just when I was between the stages of "Man I need to get off Facebook and finish this paper" and "I am going to kill myself if I have to write one more sentence on how to extrapolate"(Note to reader: extrapolate is one of my favorite words, despite its negative mathematical connotations.), I came up with this brilliant equation to determine how miserable an assignment was. This grandiose discovery would be: stress level (on a scale of 1-10) + sleep loss ( how many hours you stayed up past 9 o'clock ( because that's when you'd have to go to sleep to get the full hours for teens)) - how much creativity you had to employ with the assignment ( this may be none if you are writing a math essay :P) X how many times you would have rather stabbed your eyes out with plastic spoons than do the assignment a.k.a. suicidal thoughts. Ex. This math paper caused me to be very stressed, about an 8, during the trip to UGA, cause I knew it was due the day after I got back. I stayed up till 12:30 doing the blasted thing and it had no room for creativity, besides my last line where I said there may be robots instead of humans in 3000. and I would have rather plucked my eyelashes out with scissors or killed myself 3 times during that assignment than finish it. So numerically this is 8+3.5-1X3= 31.5. Yeah that's pretty miserable. However, for things such as the whole IB program, the miserable levels are heinous, for they make you so stressed out, cause you to loose years of sleep, make you just want to kill yourself and, in the process, allow you to employ little creativity(my biology teacher is concerned for my mental health because I attempted to incorporate talking moosen into my presentation.) These levels could go to infinity and beyond.

Lesson of the Day: You are masochistic if you put yourself through miserable things.