Despite the sarcasm embedded in that first paragraph, I am having a nice, relaxed week off. I've been playing tennis and sewing and enjoying the excellent weather. And tomorrow I'm going to New York, which should be very fun. So that's all for now.
Not to rub it in your face Josh, but all my weekends are planned on Friday nights and subject to change. So no, that time did not just exsist in your imagination. Now I have a whole week to be planned on the spot! Minus Thursday night which is already planned out. My mom and I are flying to New York (fancy shmancy, I know) and seeing "Rent." You may recall that we've already seen that. But last time we saw it in Burlington. So, I realize it would make sense to see a new show that we haven't seen, but nope! We'd like to enjoy the show for a second time. Maybe sometime in the distant future we'll get around to meandering on down to New York and seeing something else.
Which brings me to my next, totally unrelated point... I recieved my report card the other day and was very satisfied with my grades except for one... I got an A- in English Seminar. Normally, in any other class, I would be very pleased with an A-, but not English Seminar. The expectations of us in that class are that we show up once a week to our assigned day, turn in five pages of writing every two weeks and read 100 pages a week in a book of our choice. I can confidently say I met all those requirements. I may not have read exactly 100 pages every week, but that didn't matter the first two quarters. Plus, I've turned in about a million writing peices and only gotten 2 or 3 back from the whole year. That's cause there are a lot of kids taking the class, therefore it takes forever to grade. So the only reason I'm curious about the grade is because I'm not sure what it's based on. But I plan to ask during my next class. If the teacher (we have an intern teaching our class for the rest of the year) can give me an explanation, then I will be very happy and forget all about it. I just want to make sure I wasn't getting an A- just to mix things up a bit or something. Although, I'm sure that's not the case. It would just be helpful for me to know where the minus is coming from so that I can make an effort to improve in the next/last quarter.
English Seminar's a fun class though. I read on my own, but not as often as I should. So this helps to push me in the direction of making it a regular thing. Also, writing constantly about whatever I want has been fun. Because I've had enough practice writing that my peices usually come out how I want them to. Although I'm looking forward to next year when I'll be taking a more structured class because I think it's really important to know how to write good essays and all that. My only regret for this year was that I didn't take communications. I've enjoyed Eng. Sem. a lot, but I think communications would have been really good for me. They spend a lot of time working on vocabulary and little details in grammer and those things are all really benefitial when you go to actually write something. Because then your thoughts can sound, whether or not they actually are, somewhat intelligent.
When I was signing up for classes last year, Martha strongly suggested that I take both English Seminar and Communications. So now, when I'm sitting in the cafeteria during one of my many free periods (because a lot of my classes meet only once or twice a week), and watching the communications kids doing their vocab., I realize that I should have listened to Martha... You'd think I would have learned that lesson when I bought a really ugly shirt that Martha said I would never wear, and then I never did. But no. Maybe I'll listen to her next time she offers advice... But maybe not, depends what it is. Haha, that's a good start, right?
At one point in the book they discuss how in the monkey trading business (not all monkey trading business's, just this particular one in Africa where the virus originated) all the sick monkey's were put on an island together. Because of the concentrated population of sick monkey's, the island became a 'hot zone' for viruses.
It just occured to me that a similar thing takes place among my friends. Although not with viruses (incase you were worried, we're a healthy bunch), instead we seem to have (among the girls at least) a hot zone for lingo if you will. While it's pretty common for teenagers to say things such as "like," "oh my god," etc., those expressions have mutated so rapidly and become so strong that it is verging on uncontrollable. We've taken normal, harmless words like definitely and changed it to "def," or totally to "tot" and so on with more absurd abbreviations. But that isn't the worst of it. Somehow our expressions have gotten so totally mutated that you can often catch us saying "oh my god, that is seriously like the coolest thing ever times ten.com!" I know... It's shameful, it really is. But the fact is, it's a serious problem facing a portion of my friends today...
But there is hope! There is a chance that we will not always have to live with this terrible deformity of expressions and words. In the past, cases such as these have been known to clear up on their own and morph back into normal words and expressions. If not, a few years of college shoudl help to fix the problem, unless of course it just worsens and we spread this terrible disease to the rest of the world... I guess we'll see. But in the mean time, I need to go to bed, cause it's like seriously so late times ten.com, like I'm not even kidding.
"At any rate, the traffic isn't noticeably worse than before (and is way less frustrating), so this space won't start taking the T again, probably, so you'll have to just imagine reading a guy who reads the New Yorker instead of a guy who sings ridiculously along to CD's and yells at other cars. So it goes."
I just wanted to point out that he also drums on the steering wheel along to songs while driving... As opposed to maybe, oh I don't know.. Steering. But this lead me to yet another thought, or actually a memory. So when I was little (by little I mean anytime from like three to ten) I used to sing really obnoxiously in the car. I was well known by those who often rode in cars with me for my famous line - "and this is what I knoooowwwwww," which was sung way off tune, and to fill the space inbetween songs. I dragged that line out according to how long it took me to think of a new song to sing.
So anyway, I was a little conceited about my singing abilities. I was the master of soulful slave songs, jaunty, partiotic songs, and singing along to the Beach Boys which I would listen to on my headphones (so while I was enjoying the nice voices of the Beach Boys themselves, all anyone else in the car heard was the sound of my loud, loud singing voice). So one time, my dear brother Joshua was accompanying us (me, Dad, Mom and Martha) on a trip to the airport. We were all headed (except for Josh) to Disney World. So I was, to say the least, excited. After laughing obnoxiously for about a half hour (I use the word obnoxious a lot, but really, it suits me), I decided it was time for a little Beach Boys! So, I put on my headphones and began singing. At one point, I skillfully changed the lyrics of one song to something along the lines of "what are you getting me for my birthday Josh?"
Then, years later, as Josh and I and other various members of the family were sitting around talking, Josh recalled my old singing days. He said, and I quote: "Lib was not only tune deaf, but tune dumb." Now, are those the words of a loving brother or what? So I was pleased to see that he mentioned in his entry his habit of singing ridiculously. Although you can't blame us, we get it from Dad. Him being the master of annoying songs and all, what else would you expect?
But earlier today (before our game), Alice and I attended Emmett, Tyler and Evan's game (obviously there are other people on the team, but that just gives you some idea as to which team I'm referring). When we arrived, they were winning by one, but then..... Alice and I discovered something terrible. Well it can be good. But anyway, we decided we're cursed so that whichever team is winning when we arrive, will lose in the end. So the boys lost today. But last weekend (or I guess it was two weekends ago), Alice and I went to their game and when we arrived they were losing, then they won! So that's the story for the day. Th-th-th-that's all folks! (I was quoting Porky the Pig I hope you know, it wasn't just me trying to be funny or anything.)
JUST KIDDING! APRIL FOOLS!!! Hahaha, when I realized it was in fact, the first day of April, I decided it was entirely appropriate to try to fool you for a milisecond! Now really, goodnight.
Anyway, I have a long weekend, yay! Also, can I just point out this extreme dedication. It's 12:07 A.M. and here I am, at my computer making sure that you have the latest news in the life of Libby. This is a 24 hour a day business people, and I'm there every hour of the day working hard to collect the most fascinating information from my life so that you, the reader, are up to date. I'm all about the readers. This is here for you!.....
I really need to find something of some substance about which to report. As fun as it is promoting my beautiful site here, it's getting kind of repetetive... and pathetic....
Hahaha, I got you! Did you actually think my site could ever be considered repetetive or pathetic? Did you really believe that all my entries were just plugging my site? Shame on you, this is quality. Plus, I know what people want. They want entertainment, not substance. Why do you think the evening news is so popular?
Well folks, that about does it for tonight. I'm off to bed.