2 posts tagged “writing”

So yesterday was the Literary Media show.

It's really not very good which is really bad because it means literary spent three thousand dollars on a something that isn't making any money.

Oh, and technical theater was awful.

Hmm.  I saw Spiderman 3 today.  It was pretty good.  A little confusing but still, good.

So, what's been up with me.  What has been up with me?  I'm sad, my friend -one of the few people I became semi-close to this year- left today, because she's an army brat.  But she's not a brat.  My psychiatrist said I'm detached.  Like, sadness is right above my surface.  It's weird but I have a feeling she knows better than I do.  I found out my close friend who goes to a different school knows someone who is in my math class.  Which is fine.  But a little off-setting, I mean can't I know people she doesn't know?  It doesn't matter.

I also realized I never counted myself as a freshman in literary media.  I counted everyone else, but never included myself.  That has to indicate something, I just don't know what.  So there are ten freshmen in literary.  Mr.Williams makes me laugh.  He's so self absorbed while not being self absorbed at all.  He isn't logical like that.  I really learn from him though.

It's Saturday, which makes me extremely happy.  Yesterday in Literary Media we watched Freedom Writers, which I've already seen, but many people hadn't.  It's one of those freakishly hopeful movies.

The burn I got from taking banana bread out of the oven is looking very disgusting. I asked my dad when it would heal and he point to a pink mark on his arm and said, "whenever this heals."  Thanks, dad, helpful. 

Yesterday was official get high day.  Or is it unofficial.  I've never done pot.  I don't really want to.  I have a feeling for me it would be less The Breakfast Club and more Freaks and Geeks.

I think my dad is mad at me.  I don't know why.  Maybe it's because he thinks I don't help out enough, which is crap.  When my brother, Charles was in high school, he got home and ordered people around when he wasn't sulking in his room.  If my sister wasn't out with her friends she would be watching television.  So it's really annoying when my parents blame me and my twin sister for not cleaning up.

I mean, c'mon.  My mom buys incredulous amounts of books and tables and chairs.  She fills the house with CRAP.  And I'm not cleaning up enough?  I'm sorry, but really.  I try not to get mad at them and stuff bu they are just so ANNOYING.  Jesus.  It's just really stupid.  Because I try SO hard in school, and in writing and just being nice to people so when they blame ME?!

I really do try hard in school which is why I only got one B and the rest A's.  Which is eight A's.

My mom is totally insane have I mentioned?  She is/was manic depressive.  I love them both but it's just so unfair.  They so clearly love my older sister more then any one else.  It just really hurts.  Because I try SO goddamn hard.  And they just pat me on the back and say good job.

I don't expect them to understand me I just expect them to try.

Lord.  Okay sorry, extreme teenager emotions.  But if you've ever been fifteen you should understand.

Sigh.

Oh yeah, the title of this post, "We are writer's writing!" comes from the literary department head, she's completely crazy but in a good way.