That's Right, A

It's Official

My computer hates me.

Join the line, buddy.

That's Right, I'm on break

Which means what, kiddies?

That's right. Big golden star for you. I work.

However, it's work without going to school. Which means three-quarters of the stress is taken out of my life. I really wish this computer wasn't half-cocked. It would be nice to actually be able to go to myspace without getting the "illegal operation: must shut down" message.

Granted, myspace isn't exactly the paragon of virtue, but it's getting to be a mite ridiculous.

It's only Monday.

Glorious.

(I am actually being serious, not A)Psycho-killer or B)sarcastic psycho-killer)

so very tired and it shows

Ah, yes. 'Tis the season of the Winter Camp. Granted, the ever-reliable weather.yahoo tells me it will be rain, rain, rain. So basically, it's just like home, except with public showers and wooden bridges. And Winter Camp has football, which is football. Enjoyable if you want it to be, miserable if you want it to be. One of those subjective circumstances.

Ah, but it will be good this year. I predict mud, all without the aid of the magical Yahoo! metereologists. Mud is fun, especially when you miss a pass, and land face down in it. Can you tell I've had experiences?

I don't think people particularly like it when I play, though. Makes it two-hand touch, see. I think tackle's fine, but I'm willing to admit that girls injure more easily than boys. Two-hand touch is fine by me. I just like the game. Nothing like an interception.

Waxing poetic about football. Hey, better than waxing poetic about school, mmm? Dangit. Didn't want to remind myself. But, since I have, you, my loyal viewers, will have to suffer through it. Bwa and ha. It seems as though all of the difficulties with school come from English. I don't know, I just aaaarrrgggghhh. I keep trying to remember "Do everything without complaining", but it is extremely difficult.

This is perfect. Complaints about English when majoring in English is a particular goal in mind. Contradictions (contrariety, subcontrariety, whatever) are so enjoyable when you're tired and have to pack.

Semeste Ends, Reintegration Three-quarters In

Somehow, someway in the deepest universe, the semester has almost ended. It's rather frightening, actually. One and half more years until a change happens in almost every portion of my life. Different home. Different church. Different friends. Different learning.

For the first few years of my life, I had one circle of friends. Then second grade rolls around, and new circumstances. Then ninth grade comes about, and reintegration into society starts. Now I think I almost the reintegration is about three-fourths through. Maybe by the time I leave, it'll have finished.

It's very weird, trying to be "in". I like to consider myself nonconformist, but I've already changed from the five months I've been in a new school. Very odd. Still off, I suppose.

How many times has the word "I" been used in the last few paragraphs?

Argh. Way too many times.

I Have But One Thing To Say Today...

...blech. I don't like perverts.

Or people who are snotty.

Or people who don't work.

Or people who think that just because your order is not being given to you the minute you walk in the store, you and your coworkers are not doing their job. Hey man. Take a look. You see those people around you? They're waiting for their pizzas too. You see the phones? They're ringing off the hook, and every line is either taken or on hold. You see those slips? They're on the floor. Not because they are not being attached to boxes as quickly as possible, but because as soon as three are put up, ten pop out. You see those boxes? They're haphazard because we're too busy taking your order and making your pizza to organize them. You see that makeline? They are down thirty-five pizzas because the phones (see above) are ringing off the hook. You see that person back there? She's not taking a nap, she's taking pizzas and side items out of the oven, slicing them, putting them in the right boxes, and dispatching drivers. You see the people generally milling about? They are doing their job. So, if you think we are not doing our job, jump over this here counter, put on apron, and do our job.

Hmph.

So Very Depressing

...to find out one of your friends is a false Christian.

*sigh*

Problem of the Day

Yes, I have a problem. Many, in fact. Most, I will not tell you, random reader. But there is one I will divulge.

(I know I said this would be a school-blog, but those who read my other blog would not be comfortable with this. Anonymity is my friend here)

Would everyone just stop calling people 'gay', 'fag', etc. when they are not homosexual? Given a Christian background, I can't imagine people, Christian people, calling each other that. I don't care if you're joking. To me, it's the most offensive term one can use. Insulting sexual morality is not cool, children. Especially if you know what 'gay' is. It is not fun. It is a psychological mess, mmkay? Let's get it...err...straight.

The Question of my Life

To paraphrase: "Why am I so dedicated to the homework movement?"

Because...

1) When I wasn't, I drove my mother crazy and made her hate me.

2) If I don't care, I don't get much help in college.
A) I'm white and have both of my parents. I don't get government aid.
B) My future major doesn't have any attached scholarships.
C) I don't want my parents bankrupt trying to pursue my dream.

3) My intelligence always made me feel unique. So that's what I hang onto. This is what makes me, me. Without it, I'm a slacker with a sarcastic sense of humor.

4) If I don't show dedication to the smallest of homeworks, what kind of an adult will I be?

There are probably more reasons, pettier ones, like, "My pride won't let me get a low grade", but there's are my top four.

The Addiction Continues...

Why, oh why did I start this blog? I have a blog. It's nice. But then the new fancy one comes about, and I start one on here. This a disease, people. It's ridiculous.

Yet I figure since I titled this 'Book Learning', I can sufficiently rant about school here, and other stuff at my other blog. Occasionally, of course, they will intermingle, as addictions are wont to do. But that's just how I'll try to keep my sanity, mmmkay?

I should really be doing my AP essays right now. I know why I didn't do them eariler. Because on Wednesday I lent my book out, on Thursday I rationalized I could do it Friday, then yesterday I rationalized that by the time I realized I had homework, I was too tired to do it. And now I'm stuck on Saturday with a birthday party to go to that will last well into the afternoon.

I know some people who would go 'Pshaw' at that, but...yeah. I fret. It's a problem. At least my other homework's done.

Yes, get used to this nonexistent people. Though I don't ramble at school (much), I will ramble when talking about school.

It's a disease, people.