Mirth and Melancholy

So this weekend I reach the expected age. 18. Okay, obviously I won't look or feel any different. I'm probably going to remain 5 feet tall and zit-faced. But I should act differently. Adulthood, man! No more acting like a kid. Okay, I can have my fun moments, but I need to be serious. Studious. Capiche? Let's worry about that later. Yesterday was a good day because I scored the highest in my class on our mineral test!! 96%! Yeah! My geology teacher said he would give us extra credit points if we watched the Presidential Debate, so last night that's what I wasted 90 minutes doing. The debate was hysterical. I don't think I need to elaborate. Memes are everywhere like fire! I feel slightly inspired because we're working with poems this week in English class. I love poetry. People think it's a lost art, but it's really not. Poetry is what goes through your ears, embellished by music. Yep, I'm talking about those songs you listen to. That's...

Yesterday in geology class we had a mineral test. All of us were so scared at first; however, as I got the hang of the test system, it all came really easily to me. I guess you could say I "rocked" the test. Actually, it was a mineral test, but you get the point. Anyway, I can't say anything until I receive my grade. I felt like it was easy but I may have gotten a few things wrong. Especially the five extra credit questions. Well, gotta buy more scantrons next time! We have a rock test coming up soon. Today I have to go to the writing center to have someone overlook my essay for extra credit purposes. It's at 3:30. It's with this lady who has cats and a bunch of scratches on her arms and hands. I met her in February when I had her look over my report on cake. I wasn't intending to say much and I need to work on my book, so ta-ta! Until next time! :)

Y'all, so for my English class (the online one) I have to write a biography about the author of the book I chose to read. My chosen book being The Hobbit, I wrote a paragraph on J. R. R. Tolkien. His life was so interesting, y'all. Although he was orphaned at the age of 12, he studied languages under the care of the family's Catholic priest, Father Francis Morgan, and became a scholar at King Edward VI school. Interestingly enough, he failed to win a scholarship at Oxford solely because of a crush on a girl named Edith Bratt, who was three years older than him. Father Morgan found out about Tolkien's romance and forbade him from seeing Edith until he turned 21, when he would no longer be under Father Morgan's care. Though Tolkien agreed unwillingly, he faithfully stuck to his promise and did not see Edith again until he reached the age of 21, when he then asked her to marry him, from which the results turned out successful. They had three children; Christopher, Mich...

I'm thinking I should stop using this blog to write memoirs for a number of reasons; one, because writing memoirs requires a lot of thinking, and half the time I don't even remember what happens to me; two, because I can get out my ideas a lot faster if I just write about my daily musings; three, I don't even know who reads this blog, and I'm tired of writing down letters to represent the name of someone who happened to be part of the memoirs. I realize now that writing about memoirs is the reason I had a love-hate on-off relationship with my previous blogs. I was trying too hard to document the past, and because it required so much thinking, I saw it as too much work and decided to quit. It's so much easier and quicker to write what is on my mind, instead of sifting through a bunch of trash in my mind to recall an event. Anyway, let me just say that I am digging my new blog theme! I changed it during a wave of depression but I really really like it! #noregrets ...

I've begun to notice that the people I tend to sympathize with most in any friend group I happen to be part of are the reserved people whom one might dub the "less fortunate," which is a euphemism for the more harsh description, "losers." I notice when someone is feeling left out. I am aware of whoever does not have that one go-to person. Related or not to my writer's instincts, I am quite observant in several situations and I always point out what others overlook. I have been known to say such things that leave people at a loss for words. I feel that these elements also pertain to the way I look at people. For example, pointing out what others overlook can compare to befriending those whom others forget the existence of. To put this simply, I am never found in the popular group. Perhaps this may come as a surprise to you, but that just shows how well you know me. And may I add, I do not seclude myself from the popular groups by choice. I like to put mys...

Greetings everyone. Please excuse me. I won't be using my happy little exclamation marks like I always do. Not today, anyway. I'm just going through a phase right now. What do you call it, a depression phase? Goth phase? Sure, I mean, I did just change the theme of the blog from soft pink to black and white. Or normal teenager girl phase? I mean, I am turning eighteen next month. Whatever this crud is, I'm done with it. For the longest time I saw myself as a happy, cheerful, carefree person with literally no problems in the world. Now, I find myself just trying my hardest to live up to those words. And the worst is when everything is perfect, yet I feel afraid to be happy. Anyway, not gonna elaborate. No pity wanted. I don't know what else to say, but I do have a lot of things on my mind. If this was a YouTube video, I'd probably let everything out there, but I can't say anything right here. It has to all come out in a mess and I can't really think cle...