This is my third stick of gum since I got home at 4.

I have a problem.

Currently stalling after finally, FINALLY starting to plan out my new EE (need the whole thing by November first =____=). Behhhhh. Then the next thing is my research investigation for Theatre, my IA for psych (you are thinking, why hasn't she finished that yet? She's been complaining about it for weeks. A-yeah. I know), picking my TOK topic, and studying for the SATs. Mostly the RI and bio, though.

And speaking of bio... I mean, my only reader knows this, because he was deliciously there for the waffle-making that caused this episode, but still. I am going to put it anyway. When I was preparing to mix up some nummy waffles, I had to rearrange a bowl set so I could have the middle one. I then put the small one back in to the big bowl, and the very first thing that came to my mind was "Introns! Exons! Recombinant DNA!"

That was yesterday.

This will be be one hell of a week.




WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Am I just going to be swallowed by all these essays? The EE is the biggest thing on my plate right now, the IA the closest thing. I just feel engulfed, I guess.

I CANNOT fail IB. I legitimately MUST get my IB diploma, or the last two years of over-stressing will have been for nothing.

I don't know why I'm so worried about it. Okay, I am: the IAs and the EEs have me frozen. I'm so petrified of failing one of them.

Everyone except Mike: "What are you talking about? You're second in the class! There is NO WAY you can fail at this point."

Mike: "I'm pretty sure if you fail all your classes, you will not be second in the class anymore. So I guess if it really matters to you, keep it up!"

I laughed after he said that. But it's true. I never really made a huge effort at being second in the class - I just made an effort to be the best I could be, and it turned out to be better than 366 other people's best.

Can I keep both of those standards up?

CONDOM IN THE STAIRWELL

NOWHERE IS SAFE

So only one person reads this blog anymore, because everyone else has moved on to Tumblr and completely abandoned the Bloggers. They've encouraged me to blog on 2nd Period Adventures, but I don't think I can do that. It's supposed to be devoted to the comics I haven't been writing >.<

Anyway. I think that the fatigue is beginning to set in. I was very hungry when I got home but didn't feel like eating anything, and now I don't have the motivation to do just about anything that needs doing. I even skipped dance class - third week in a row and I don't like it.

I basically just want to sit or lie around staring into the distance and talking to my one faithful reader.

Also, my psychic has come back.

OH MAN though, I have to talk about today, of course. Because that assembly was the most pointless, useless, grammatically incorrect thing evair. I kept complaining, and I'd apologize to everyone who was there, except that nobody who was there reads this blog. >.< again. By the end of it, Carissa and Kylina and I were plotting to have me fake a migraine so we could all get out of there.

Finally, though, we were released, and we all walked down to Starbucks because it was lovely and cool. And we were there for quite a time.

Then we came back to school. We had a wonky schedule this afternoon, so we had 2nd period after lunch, which of course led to a 2nd period adventure that will hopefully be on the Tumblr soon. First real adventure of this year! Woot woot.

There aren't many legit adventures going on this year because I don't have any classes with E.Y.S. anymore. Which stinks. But M.R. and I had one today, so who knows. Trend may continue.

And what else? I got adjusted by my chiropractor today.

I don't really know why I post things on this blog anymore. Maybe I really should switch to Tumblr, just so... so that what? If people aren't reading me now, who's to say they'll read me on Tumblr? Gr. Well, whatever. I have college essays to write and miles to go before I sleep, I guess.

Did I mention that I think my best friend might be drifting away from me? Yeah. It's super fun time.

I am just so done. Really I wish I could just be done already.

This stupid college essay is metaphorically raping me. (I guess the real trouble starts when it's literal...) I can't stand it. My essays before were too serious, too whatever, so fine. She says start with something "out of character," and y'all already know how much that pissed me off so I will skip it. So I thought to myself, Okay, I'll do something humorous and light and talk about the spazzy side of me. So I did, and now Mom has her face in her hands and she is muttering about it's just not deep enough. It's too shallow. It portrays you as a goofball. Can't you put in something about befriending the folks at Starbucks and starting a Chemistry study group there? Incorporate how you help people? For the sake of Jesus Philosopher, when colleges look at my common application, they will SEE the NHS and the SHS and the 2nd in the class and the SAT scores and the straight A's and the drama club and the Speech club and all of those wonderful academic things. How the hell am I supposed to convey me?

Who am I? Great question. How the hell am I supposed to know? How about all the identity issues I face daily? Or the eleven million other things I have going on. In any given week, I cry, I read, I write poems, I sing songs, I buy steampunk miscellany, I draw comics, I participate in class discussion, I run around outside, I sit around outside, I sit around inside, I exchange sarcasm with students and teachers alike, I ask insightful questions, I scrapbook, I drive carpool, I make my bed, I wonder when I'll ever cut my speech piece, I wonder if I'll ever FIND my speech piece, I sit down to write my RI or me EE and go on Youtube instead... I repair shoes and books with duct tape and create multimedia theatre presentations, I get the only A in the class on an essay, I wear a fairy princess dress to school for fun, I yell at people who try to recycle apple cores in the bins and throw aluminum cans on the compost...

I have a shower curtain with the 200 most-tested SAT words. I have tie-die duct tape on my desk. I name my electronics, and I recently lost my iPod, to which I attribute the fact that I never named it. I stare at my biology book without reading it, or I read it so enthusiastically that for an hour nothing else matters. I love and I like and I appreciate and I dislike and I form opinions. I rant and I blog and I joke and I laugh. Someday I want a ring tan. Just a light one. And I think that I have way too many shirts, so I'm working on giving some away.

I've been to Spain, but I don't think it changed my life. I went to Israel. Did that change my life? I don't know. I think about it daily and I ask myself. Was it really a life-changing experience? I keep telling myself that I'll print out all those photos and put them in an album. When? After I finish my two speech pieces and my college essays, my RI and my EE, my biology IAs and my psych IA, my TOK essay, understanding the derivatives chain rule?

So my overarching question underneath all this ranting is: how am I supposed to accurately convey who I am, and why do I seem to stink at it so badly?

I had a very late night last night - well, late for me, anyhow - but I awoke this morning at 10 a.m. feeling rather refreshed. Mom called my name through the door with a "Just to let you know..." and for a minute I got very nervous because of her tone. But she was just telling me to get my laundry downstairs ASAP, and also that she had made chocolate chip pancakes that were in the oven!

She did suggest that I would need to heat them up, conveying to me that I was up very very late indeed, and probably hinting to her one of two things: either that I was very very tired and stressed (not far from the truth) or that I had stayed up very very late (a little closer to the more immediate truth). But whatever. I got my laundries down and ate my pancakes, all the while thinking about that Cinnabon and the sushi that N. and I had last night.

It's sort of occurred to me recently that it's dumb to refer to everybody by their initials. I do it to protect people's identities, but who reads this anyway, and what do I say that is so scandalous that people should be protected from it? Everybody just focuses on Tumblr stuff now anyway, and I don't have a Tumblr. Well, whatever. Until my boyfriend/one true follower tells me it's annoying, I'll keep doing the initials thing.

And speaking of blogs, lately I've been getting all these things from Xanga saying that various people want to follow me or friend me or however it works on Xanga. But I haven't posted in years, so I don't know who the heck would want to follow a blog that ended in 2007. Or whenever it actually was.

But my boyfriend/one true follower did remind me last night that I hadn't blogged for a while. Well, darling, here you are.

What am I doing today? Synching my one and only's iPod to my iTunes library because my iPod got stolen.

Woe is me, by the way! For my favorite of all the iPods, my dear little iPod, the product(red) iPod Nano 4th generation, is so obsolete that they aren't selling it anymore! It was perfect and it looked like this:The new ones look like this:

It's soooo smalllll
I mean, yes, sure, that is the point. But that is kind of an extreme on the scale of small, no? I feel like I will be listening to music while I am eating potato chips, and Munch, munch, crunch, zzzztfzz, there goes my iPod!

Well darling, thank you so much for letting me borrow your iPod. I will be SO careful with it. In fact, I am debating even taking it to school ever. Probably won't. We'll see. But I am NOT doing a repeat of last year's jacket incident, about which I still cry on the inside Q.Q

Anyway, what am I doing today? I finished up my lighting design for theatre. I still need to study up on some bio, but other than that, I think that tomorrow's homework is all finished. So next thing is to work hardcore on some college essays, go to my Film Board meeting, do some more essaying, and get generally ready for this week.

I have decided that my hair-chewing habit has gone on for way too long. The problem is that my hairbands all slide off and my barrettes all have butterflies on them -__- So I have this big pink comb pinning them back onto the top of my head.

Hot pink. Probably very stylish indeed.

One more quick thing: on Friday, in psych, Mrs B thought someone had raised a hand to ask a question. But when she looked at my row, nobody was raising their hand. So she said that she'd thought someone had a question. When we all denied it, she looked at me and said, "Oh well, Izzie will think of something relevant and clever." I was very flattered. And, of course, (no, I have no shame or modesty) I did. It was a very pertinent question too, and I think Mrs B was glad I'd brought it up. So HA. I win.

I think I'll write my college essay about that kind of thing. Being really really convincing when I am working on the spot. Maybe. I could include the brown bag speech from Koko's class XD that was the best.

*Knowing chuckle* Yes, I understand that this illustrated "My First Bible" would seem a little strange for a symbol of academic rigor. However...

The knowing chuckle ALWAYS works. Always.

With that, I should probably write some essays or clean my room or at least do something remotely useful for the next 1.5 hours.

I am darn proud of that lighting concept, I must admit.

I hope this was a satisfying catch-up blog post.