Apologies

Hey guys, just writing to say that I haven't written in awhile. Just need to tell you I'm trying to break the writing fast. Recently school has been death and is still crushing me. Luckily, my school gives the whole week of for Thanksgiving. So close but so far. All right. Farewell.

Review: "Gas-s-s-s"

My mother and I are avid fans of On Demand, especially the random movies that they post. We've started this tradition by watching the old 1970's movie, "Taking of Pelham 123". Our second movie was "Topkapi" or something along those lines from the 50's. So, our next random movie is called "Gas-s-s-s" from the 1970's. I'm sure it has historic references, but they probably skipped my generation. The story seems to be umm.... er, maybe I should start "The plot line is fueled by"... All right, let's just get down to this. The story is drug driven. At times I'm so confused that I felt like I've passed out. The plot follows random teenagers in a world where all adults (or people over 25) died from a gas leak. The movie is rated "R" and that's for a good reason. There are so many awkward sensual scenes and general craziness. Still though, the story has... umm... beautiful scenery? Actually that is pretty true. The story is set in Texas and the characters journey to New Mexico (I believe) later on. The background is free and lonesome and the characters are seen doing the oddest things at them (Riding golf carts, flying around, sitting in a giant plane.) The characters themselves are.... Spontaneous. They come and go as they please in their ultimate mission to find happiness... I think. Some highlights of the movie? Odd characters, interesting scenery, some references, crazy plotline, and Edgar Allen Poe on a motorcycle. Yah, I don't know either. Overall, interesting. I just need to let the confusion fade away.

Wearing Identity on Our Sleeves

It has dawned on my that we are beginning to wear ourselves on our sleeves. A bit of an odd statement, but it is really odd how our clothes parrelel our personality. It's even odder though, when we see our jacket on others. Today, my friend wore his girlfriend's white and pink peacoat. It was hilarious. It just barely fit him, but he wore it with such pride. I'm starting to wonder whether or not are personalities actually ar stored in our clothing. My friend and I switched jackets just for a bit during a amusing science class. He is a kind person, but has a bit of a dark side. He is bigger than me (although we both are rather big guys) but our jackets still fit eachother. It was a Slipknot jacket and rather comfortable, but the jacket practically swallowed me. I felt comfortable, but I wanted ever more to just surround myself in the jacket and let the world float away from me. It's true though that, at least in my circle of friends, if our jackets were put on the floor, even others could pick out who's jacket is whos. I'm glad none of us are sick. We'd probably get the ever feared swine flue. As for me, I'll wear my dark blue with light blue stripe jacket with chewed in thumb holes gladly.

Blogging: Next "New Thing" For This Generation?

I might as well describe today in a single word: BLAH. There you go. That was my day. For those that can't read Carsonese, basically nothing happened. The good or the bad didn't outweigh each other. Besides the incarnation of death in a Geometry test, the day wasn't too crazy.
What I'm more interested in is the uprising of teen-written blogs. So far 6 of my friends have blogs and a couple others have expressed interest. Why are we so attracted to this little corner about us? Is it the fact that we just have our own little world where we can speak anything and everything? For me, my blog is a bit of that. It's a clean slate where I can begin to draw my masterpiece. What you might see is probably different than what I see, but hey, beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. For now though, it's a bit of a hobby. Something to steal my mind away from the pressure of homework. Lesson of the day: Pajama pants are the most comfortable thing in the world.

The Roller Coaster that Defines Today

Today actually started sometime yesterday. I was searching quotes about optimism after hearing an amazing quote from a friend (unfortunately I don't remember it.) Well, I found a new favorite quote. In some form. It is "If you realized how powerful your thoughts are, you would never think a negative thought.” Pretty interesting huh? It kind of goes against nature. Normally I, at least, have a mind filled with negativity. I'm a bit of a pessimist, you see, and a very negative one at that.
Today was pajama day at school which put me in the most comfortable lounge pants I've ever worn. Today started at the top of the coaster actually. Walking into Geometry class today, I had the largest "WTF?!" moment of the week. Cinnamon roles, 'slope aerobics' scribbled on the blackboard and the sound of techno music emanating from my teacher's laptop. The cinnamon roles were love. Normally I dislike them, but these were still slightly warm and drenched in icing. They were like happiness in pastry form and the icing was the clouds of heaven. After the class rejoiced in our A's and B's of a quiz, our teacher jumped up on a table wearing a sweatband and track shorts. He turned on the music and would call out random slopes. That was our slope aerobics and it was great. Basically we just twisted our bodies while keeping outstretched arms. Still though, it was great.
My day took a bit of a downward spiral during a silent writing period in Reading and Writing class. I don't know why, but I was just not in the mood to write. The piano music that my teacher plays didn't help either. I had other music in my head, not like it helped though. Currently, we are studying Edgar Allen Poe and when we read "The Pit and the Pendulum", we were confused as heck. So, my very proper teacher brought up The Pit and the Pendulum rap. Yeah, a rap. It was hilarious and it was awesome. Day just sky rocketed up. It was pretty good from there until I went to practice. As I've said, we are doing Beauty and the Beast, but I really wanted to go to Math Club. So, my director was fine with it until I was needed for a scene. I refused to go actually. We were in the middle of a practice session and I simply didn't want to go. So, I finished it and went to practice. My director told me that I missed a scene, etc. etc. I asked if I could go back or if I needed to stay. He told me to stay, so I did... I sat there for 30 minutes doing exactly nothing. I wasn't needed. I had no lines, no singing parts. It was torture. The day was down again.
I was delighted to see my friend walking home. We talked and I found out her day was just as bad. I kind of vented to her and luckily she was fine with it. I started on a stupid rant. Stupid stop sign. Stupid trees. Stupid sidewalk. Stupid giant pile of leaves. Wait... Hello giant pile of leaves. It's fall here now and our village's clean up service was working full speed to pick up the raked leaves. So, they put the leaves into giant piles. It was great to just unwind and play in the leaves with some of the neighborhood kids. The day has been nice since then. I still have a homework, but that's not much of an issue.
Well, my whole new quote thing proves that I'm not an optimist. I'm not going to be a joyous person and hope the best for everyone. I can live today and hope for the best.

Tis a Blog!

Sitting here on my family's really uncomfortable 'new' couch, I guess I am starting this. Whatever this is. Maybe just a short term hobby or maybe something that will last. Well, I guess I should start where this blog started: 5th/6th period Reading and Writing class. I don't know exactly how it started, but all of a sudden my friend and I got on the topic of blogging. So after a gruesome rehearsal of my school's up coming production of "Beauty and the Beast", procrastination of homework, and setting this darn thing up, now is when the blog begins... However I'm supposed to begin exactly. This is my first time blogging, but I'd like to consider myself as a writer. If you could consider school essays and a poem or two as writing. I do roleplay though. For those that don't know what it is, roleplay is kind of like co-writing a book. Everyone takes a character and we write our their story. I hope I can continue this. I hope there might be someone interested. No one knows where the road will take us...