I finally feel special

because I can do this (meaning get hundreds on assignments that I never did since I switched classes).
Just ignore the 98%'s......

What do you do when

no one cares about YOUR problems because
1. they are too busy complaining about their own
2. they think that you can fix anything because you're "perfect like that"
3. the problems you're having make everyone else happier
4. they just don't care...
And to make matters infinitely worse,
those problems can't exactly be fixed and no one feels like TRYING the least bit to fix them. Someone just hands you a tissue so you won't cry onto the carpet. And then you have to make sure you tears have gone before the next class starts so no one says, "Why are you crying?" in front of the whole class.
So all you can really do is...
pretend it won't affect you even though you can't stop sobbing for more than a few hours?

Think about it.
And I hope it never happens to you
because I certainly can't say:
It never happened to me.

sorry.....

I don't have time to write a novel...
Well, basically, I did 50% of the problems incorrectly...
And we beat the 2nd place team by 2 points. And the 2nd place team beat the 3rd place team by 2 points. Yup. We were pretty lucky.
Ryan got 5th and William got 6th, I think. Something like that. Diana got 11th by one point yet again, and I didn't do anything special except drag down our team score so we only beat Buchholz team one for team round by about 8 points. -.-
I feel pretty bad.............
YES! I just checked my World History grade and I got a 100% on my five paragraph essay!
I'm off to do more history and worry about my pathetic cummulative (oh no-I can't even spell) GPA...
My "little brother" wrote this about his camping trip(Sunday-Monday):
"yo shorty-
i just went camping with luke and his family, and my family. i got hit in the eye by a tree branch while chopping firewood. i also fell into a river. it was deep and cold and wet. luke and i found a bunch of dead trees and started pulling them over, and i threw one's branch at a nearby tree, and the tree almost landed on me. that was fun. there was no food left over. i don't really have much homework. my metabolism owns yours"

william is my homie

Definition of "homie" from a very special page of Dictionary.com: Slang. a close friend or fellow gang member.

HUNDRETH POST

I made it! I'm alive! I can't believe it! I don't know why I care! LOL!

Buchholz Regional... Haven't talked about that much. I'm going to find time tomorrow (if I can) to write a long novel about it, but if I do that for every competition, I'll end up with about 30 novels by the end of high school. Awesome.
For now, I'll just say that I did half the problems incorrectly and managed to pass by with enough so my team didn't kill me. It was not a good day for me. Even during the team round, I did half my work correctly........or less.....

Also, today, I talked to my piano teacher and I told her that I'd have to give up the Howard Wilson Piano Contest for the OWC Regional, and a few other future piano competitions. I feel horrible because piano is "secondary" now, but if I don't want to bring down my team, I'll have to focus on MAO. I love piano more than many things in this world, and it is actually my life's dream to own a grand piano and put it in a great room one day, but I have to love math now, too.

i don't think i've ever had more work

violin practice, piano practice, i know i'm not using caps- i feel horrible today, math packet, math practice, read for English, go to someone's house for English taping, stupid project for English, vocabulary for English, Poetry Out Loud for English(GRRRR English sucks right now), obtaining a binder that i don't hate somehow-not really possible..., wordsearch for life management skills(LMS), entire chapter 20 outline for science, current event for science, history assignments- about 10 hours worth of STUFF, letter for friend who is making a time capsule for her english class that she'll open when she graduates......................................
and of course- more worrying about my barely-mediocre GPA.

12 hours... 12 hours... 12 hours...

No, I did not see "The Ring".
But yeah, um... 12 hours and 6 more minutes until all the "sane" Mu Alpha Theta people will be standing in front of the school by the flagpole. Great. I'm not ready. I should be cramming math... I really should...
I have an abominable amount of homework this weekend. I thought the teachers weren't going to give us as much because I barely had any work during the week. Then, they abruptly piled up a whole lot onto us. I see no point. Sometimes, they give less homework on "game" nights. No one seems to know about the math competition. It is invisible to everyone except us, the people wearing the haleconia-colored t-shirts tomorrow.
We got our 1st semester report cards today. I have a cummulative GPA of 4.13 because I took Algebra, Geometry, and Spanish 1 in middle school. Everyone else has 4.4's, 4.5's, and 4.6's because they went to Deerlake. HAH- no one cares about my low little grade point average that Jack(real name is John Marshall Jia Alexander Findley Zheng Pace) described to me as "almost as short as you"... I always feel like this school is out to get me. I do the best I can and currently have eight classes, but is that enough? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It's 0.3 or more off! I must magically conjure six AP classes from out of nothing to balance my screwed up GPA. And it's bad enough that my weighted GPA for the first semester alone is only 4.25. I'm taking honors History online but have Orchestra, so the only thing those classes is going to do (if I get A's) is that they will raise my GPA that tiny little bit since I have Orchestra for one semester. But it's a year-long class. I have no idea. What if they calculate this as a full credit but give me 1/2 a credit? ARGGGHHHH!! THERE'S SO MANY PROBLEMS!!!
13 hours... 13 hours... 13 hours until I am doomed even further (which is quite outstanding, considering how I feel NOW)...

I'm hungry!!!!!

I told Diana that I'd write a really long post here about something but I completely forgot what it was. Oops. My [brain] lobes aren't functioning correctly.
So... Two days until we all get up before 5:30am to go to Buchholz High School and get creamed, obliterated, assassinated, destroyed, discontinued... (except two thirds of the golf club- Diana's too tiny to count).
I asked June what kind of grenade he wanted us to use to blow him up. He paused for about two seconds and said, "Do you have a nuke?"
I'll have to check.
When we did some team practice today, the only way we started was when I told the golf club people that I had started the timer (on my watch). We didn't finish a single problem. We completely gave up on the 2nd problem before we'd even started. Diana's the team captain, but the problem is, the other two golf people don't listen to her very much. And Par spent a large portion of the time saying that people who are Athiests are bad. Then, Birdie got into a little speech about how he believes in reincarnation simply because he doesn't want to die and rot in the ground. I should've given the choice of cremation... See how slow I am?

Chinese citizens can't work for the NSA, can they?

I think I might possibly have accidentally clicked that button that notifies "Blogger of objectionable content". Whatever that is. What, I like my grenades. This is(n't) helping whoever will end up reading over my posts. They can find my name on the internet, too... If you're wondering, I still haven't finished that history assignment. I have one more religion and 5 or more pictures to go. Yup. More work.
My lil bro is getting more and more annoying. He is learning how very quickly since it's so easy to annoy Diana. He is mean to the Badgers because his big sis(me) supports them profusely.
He also religiously brings two "Yoohoo" "juice" boxes every day to lunch and drinks one before he eats and one after he eats. It's insane.
I still have to write letters back to Arezu and Connie. Connie gave me one of my two "Christmas" cards this year, and Arezu gave me my only "Thank you" card. I feel special.
I know this is really off topic (not that there is a topic now) (oh now there is one), but I don't know why there are two "Shift" keys. If you use both like you're supposed to, it takes up more time for your brain to decide on which hand does what. I always just used the left one. When I learned to type, I would capitalize the UOP buttons more, and it just feels so weird now to type like thiS iT iS So SloW. (I was capitalizing the left hand keys...) If you have one you only have to worry about one. It doesn't take very long to CAPITALIZE WITH YOUR LEFT PINKY DOWN.
Plus, you could use that spare area where the right "Shift" key is for "Detonate" or something equally as convenient. It would be too close to your home row, though. I don't know.

I'm nervous already

for the Buchholz Regional.
I'm not ready.
I have to do stupid history homework.
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...................................
I can't believe I'm so slow.
And we have school tomorrow.
AGAIN!
This looks like a poem.
Or the format of one...
Okay...
Not good.
I'm not even a fifth of the way through the assignment.
I have to finish it though.
It's almost 9:00pm!
ARGH
Why am I complaining?
I should be "working dilligently" right now
but it's SO BORING!!!
A MI NO ME GUSTA LOS PROYECTOS!
Blah.
Blahblahblah.
Par's email won't work.
Ugh.
I'm so frustrated.
Okay.
Time to do work
again.