This break has meant a lot to me so far. 3 weeks ago tomorrow, Zach and I started dating. Up until Friday, we hadn't really hung out on our own. We'd mostly just gone to places with our best friends, Hannah and Matt, and Kaitlin and Judd. On Friday, we went to dinner with my mom and, with much reluctance from Zach, to see New Moon. We both quite enjoyed laughing at the overly obsessed fan base that polluted the theater. Saturday, I went with my mom to Barnes & Nobel to pick up a copy of the Communist Manifesto for Philosophy Club, which yes is real and not just an excuse to stay after school with my friends on Friday when I am supposed to be home cleaning. Then when I my mom left for work, and I had the whole house to myself, I called Zach out of boredom, expecting to talk for an hour or two maybe--I mean we were a couple, but not to clingy, just kinda cool. We ended up talking for 6 hours, only to be followed by all day Sunday talking on the phone, hanging out on Monday, then talking on the phone some more, and today, when I went to his house and we sat around and watched South Park/ worked on our AP American History essay.
Zach and I have come to terms that we are conforming with the stereotypical teen-agers who get into relationships and then can't picture life with out each other. I don't quite think we are there yet, but do seem to spend an awful lot of our time either with each other or on the phone with each other. The real question is if once we get back to school in a week, will we still feel the need to fill our time with each other, or could we move on to IB homework that should take all of our time, regardless if we want it to or not. I am accrediting our current state of conforming to our lack of better ways to spend our time, but just by me writing this post, I am conforming to the typical teen-age girl stereotype that girls think about their boyfriends all the time. However, I must admit my incomplete hatred of my current conforming.
Lesson of the Day: If your attitude on life changes--you are suddenly a much happier person-- and your parents know why, they do not protest too loudly.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
It Is All a Matter of Time
I've realized recently how indecisive a person I am. And that once I do decide, I hate my decision-- no matter how set I was that it would work out. This, however, is of little importance because true happiness does not exist.
I have had three unproductive days in a row. Wednesday night my phone rang 27 times and I was on the phone till 2 in the morning. I only got my math test corrections done with the hopes that I can raise my grade in that class even the slightest so that I may have a B. Yesterday, I stayed after school with a group of my friends and my boyfriend ( a new addition-- quite a surprise to even myself and to my indecisive side) to work on a project we have due on Tuesday. What ended up happening was we walked to Kroger, bought Ramen, came back to the school, sat in my friend's mom's classroom and read magazines and had drawing contests. Then Zach(my boyfriend) and I went to the student produced One Acts. I got home around 9:3o cause I got a ride home from Sam and she had to take her boyfriend home first. I then talked on the phone till about 1 and didn't get any of my homework done. Lastly, today, I got nothing done in school, was let out of Fourth block to join in the funeral march of our football team as they boarded the buses to be crushed in the play-off game tonight. I then tried to go to Philosophy Club, found out it was cancelled and loitered on the lawn of my school with Hannah, Matt, Zach and a bunch of Matt and Zach's friends that I don't know.
Unproductive, yet satisfying.
All this unproductiveness has led me to spend more time thinking, leading the addition of my Philosophy book. My mom got me this very nice, leather-bound journal for my birthday. Because it looked so.... philosophical, I decided to record all of my thoughts on philosophy in this journal. Waste of paper? Why that is only a matter of opinion or time, but really just time.
Lesson of the Day: Loitering at school causes you to doubt your decisions and your human existence.
I have had three unproductive days in a row. Wednesday night my phone rang 27 times and I was on the phone till 2 in the morning. I only got my math test corrections done with the hopes that I can raise my grade in that class even the slightest so that I may have a B. Yesterday, I stayed after school with a group of my friends and my boyfriend ( a new addition-- quite a surprise to even myself and to my indecisive side) to work on a project we have due on Tuesday. What ended up happening was we walked to Kroger, bought Ramen, came back to the school, sat in my friend's mom's classroom and read magazines and had drawing contests. Then Zach(my boyfriend) and I went to the student produced One Acts. I got home around 9:3o cause I got a ride home from Sam and she had to take her boyfriend home first. I then talked on the phone till about 1 and didn't get any of my homework done. Lastly, today, I got nothing done in school, was let out of Fourth block to join in the funeral march of our football team as they boarded the buses to be crushed in the play-off game tonight. I then tried to go to Philosophy Club, found out it was cancelled and loitered on the lawn of my school with Hannah, Matt, Zach and a bunch of Matt and Zach's friends that I don't know.
Unproductive, yet satisfying.
All this unproductiveness has led me to spend more time thinking, leading the addition of my Philosophy book. My mom got me this very nice, leather-bound journal for my birthday. Because it looked so.... philosophical, I decided to record all of my thoughts on philosophy in this journal. Waste of paper? Why that is only a matter of opinion or time, but really just time.
Lesson of the Day: Loitering at school causes you to doubt your decisions and your human existence.
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