Sophomore year is harder than I thought.
There's a lot of homework, I'm amazed I haven't drowned. But it's not all that bad.
And on Thursday I had a League race. I placed 5th in the JV race and got a metal. ^.^
Honestly, other than that, I can't think of anything really all that interesting that I've done.
Sooo.... I'm just hanging out doing homework and trying to get through the year without having a mental breakdown. (I had a really bad week. On Tuesday I lost my phone. But I found it!)
Anywho, I guess that's it. I actually have a killer headache, or else I would have down something deep or whatever. Oh well.
~Nano
Friday, October 2, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Clouds
There's dark clouds in my sky, or is that smoke passing me by?
Tonight will I dance in the rain, or run through hot ashes in pain?
Will everything wash away tonight, leaving me clean,
Or is the more for me to endure?
I don't know the answers, only the questions,
And now, they're driving me crazy.
So, I wrote this poem mainly because of all the smoke that's floating around. We get really bad wild fires out here, and the sky is totally blanketed.
Anywho, I start school in a week. I miss my friends so bad. But I'll see some of them at the concert next Sunday, and Facebook's saving my butt.
I really have nothing to post about, exept for Cross Country Camp. We went, we ran. We made a rap too, and shirts. Sadly the shirt's bleed, so we can't wash them. I put mine in "The Box." It's a box of random memory stuff.
Speaking of boxes, I've missed everyone's birthdays. *sigh* So I'm making brownies for the first day of school.
I guess that's it. I wish other people would post. Steph's fallen off the face of the earth. o.0
Or was kidnapped to Arabia by Ninja Monkeys...
~Nano
Tonight will I dance in the rain, or run through hot ashes in pain?
Will everything wash away tonight, leaving me clean,
Or is the more for me to endure?
I don't know the answers, only the questions,
And now, they're driving me crazy.
So, I wrote this poem mainly because of all the smoke that's floating around. We get really bad wild fires out here, and the sky is totally blanketed.
Anywho, I start school in a week. I miss my friends so bad. But I'll see some of them at the concert next Sunday, and Facebook's saving my butt.
I really have nothing to post about, exept for Cross Country Camp. We went, we ran. We made a rap too, and shirts. Sadly the shirt's bleed, so we can't wash them. I put mine in "The Box." It's a box of random memory stuff.
Speaking of boxes, I've missed everyone's birthdays. *sigh* So I'm making brownies for the first day of school.
I guess that's it. I wish other people would post. Steph's fallen off the face of the earth. o.0
Or was kidnapped to Arabia by Ninja Monkeys...
~Nano
Monday, August 17, 2009
13 for TDL
I'm back from my loonnggg vacation away from home. It's really nice to be back. But I have Cross Country camp on Wednsday. At least I'm getting SOME downtime in between.
Anywho, I'm currently reading Scott Westerfeld's "Midnighters" series. The whole series has this obsession with the number 13. In this book, 13 is the LUCKY number. And 12 is the worst. Which is awesome. I love the number 13.
Anyway, in the book, one of the things that repels the "evil" is the number thirteen. 13 letter words are used to repel the Darklings, as the forces of evil in this book is called. Anywho, in the book, there is this awesome word. TRIDECALOGISM. That's right. Tridecalogism is a 13-letter word meaning... a 13 letter word. How awesome is that? Individuality is a TDL. So is Splendiforous. Did I mention that Tridecalogism is a word created by one of the characters in the book? Sadly, it is not a real word. But it's still my new favorite.
If you can find any more TDL's, I'd like to know. I'll post the others that are in the book. By the way, a phrase mad of 3 TDL's works too. Like, "Magnificently Instantaneous Gratification". It has to make some sort of sense. Get it?
Well, I'm out, for now.
Later.
~Nano
Anywho, I'm currently reading Scott Westerfeld's "Midnighters" series. The whole series has this obsession with the number 13. In this book, 13 is the LUCKY number. And 12 is the worst. Which is awesome. I love the number 13.
Anyway, in the book, one of the things that repels the "evil" is the number thirteen. 13 letter words are used to repel the Darklings, as the forces of evil in this book is called. Anywho, in the book, there is this awesome word. TRIDECALOGISM. That's right. Tridecalogism is a 13-letter word meaning... a 13 letter word. How awesome is that? Individuality is a TDL. So is Splendiforous. Did I mention that Tridecalogism is a word created by one of the characters in the book? Sadly, it is not a real word. But it's still my new favorite.
If you can find any more TDL's, I'd like to know. I'll post the others that are in the book. By the way, a phrase mad of 3 TDL's works too. Like, "Magnificently Instantaneous Gratification". It has to make some sort of sense. Get it?
Well, I'm out, for now.
Later.
~Nano
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Not so Hot
So hey everyone. Sorry there hasn't been a real post in forever. Hopefully you noticed that the blog got a face lift. Again. (If you didn't, I highly suggest visisting your optomotrist. And do us all a favor and have some one ELSE drive you there.) Ugh. I'm sorry. I'm really just not feeling well. I'm supposed to be packing for yearbook camp. (And family camp, and a PIT project. This means I won't be back until August 15.) Anayway, I am a little nervous. I have realized I have a problem.
Usually, I am outgoing. But I find that at yearbook I just sit there. At least when I go to church camp I have at least one close friend. But I seriously feel alone here. And it bugs me, because I KNOW I'm not being myself. I'm just being... there. Which I bet isn't appritiated by everyone else.
So this is my problem: I can do anything as long as I have something familiar around me. So, I'm hoping that the whole camp thing helps my problem. Because I noticed that it was harder for me to be part of the team in cross country last year because I didn't get to go to CC Camp. (But I get to this year. Yay!) So I'd like for you guys to pray for me, so that I don't do something ridiculous that ticks everyone off. And that I get over this un-Nanoiness. (un-Nano-i-ness, just in case that looked wierd to you. I think it's fun to say. :P) And that I just get it in my head that God's with me.
On a happier note...
Emmie and I had a great time at the beach and did not drift out to sea. That would be bad. Although, I did briuse my rib when a particularly huge wave crashed over my head in a torrent of water, dirt, and kelp. (Eew!) There was a moment when I couldn't close my eyes and the murky brown dirt-filled water turned black. I think I rolled and then I smacked into the beach on my side. So it still hurts to stretch. But not too bad. (More like that pain you get when you need to crack your knee.) Emmie and I built... Moundhenge.
I must go now. And pack. I am the world's slowest packer.
~Nano
PS: Shout out to Emmie and her folding in thirds. I folded my pants in thirds and they fir in my bag sooo much better. Luv ya!
Usually, I am outgoing. But I find that at yearbook I just sit there. At least when I go to church camp I have at least one close friend. But I seriously feel alone here. And it bugs me, because I KNOW I'm not being myself. I'm just being... there. Which I bet isn't appritiated by everyone else.
So this is my problem: I can do anything as long as I have something familiar around me. So, I'm hoping that the whole camp thing helps my problem. Because I noticed that it was harder for me to be part of the team in cross country last year because I didn't get to go to CC Camp. (But I get to this year. Yay!) So I'd like for you guys to pray for me, so that I don't do something ridiculous that ticks everyone off. And that I get over this un-Nanoiness. (un-Nano-i-ness, just in case that looked wierd to you. I think it's fun to say. :P) And that I just get it in my head that God's with me.
On a happier note...
Emmie and I had a great time at the beach and did not drift out to sea. That would be bad. Although, I did briuse my rib when a particularly huge wave crashed over my head in a torrent of water, dirt, and kelp. (Eew!) There was a moment when I couldn't close my eyes and the murky brown dirt-filled water turned black. I think I rolled and then I smacked into the beach on my side. So it still hurts to stretch. But not too bad. (More like that pain you get when you need to crack your knee.) Emmie and I built... Moundhenge.
I must go now. And pack. I am the world's slowest packer.
~Nano
PS: Shout out to Emmie and her folding in thirds. I folded my pants in thirds and they fir in my bag sooo much better. Luv ya!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
What I'm Doing
I'll have to check with parents but I would love to
Monday I just have cheer and service hours but if you pick me up after then I could spend the night and we could go to the beach afterwards.
What do you think of that?
~Emmie-chan
P.S.
Aw, dangit my foot fell asleep
Monday I just have cheer and service hours but if you pick me up after then I could spend the night and we could go to the beach afterwards.
What do you think of that?
~Emmie-chan
P.S.
Aw, dangit my foot fell asleep
A Message for Emmie
Hey, Emmie. You doing anything Monday?
You want to spend the night?
Hey Emmie. You doing anything Tuesday?
You want to go to the beach?
~Nano
You want to spend the night?
Hey Emmie. You doing anything Tuesday?
You want to go to the beach?
~Nano
Monday, July 20, 2009
Hey Life. Stop Hitting So Hard.
Emmie here. Yeah I did a pretty crappy job of taking over Nano's blog didn't I? (HEY NANO! The blog looks cool by the way) But whatever. The Emmie invasion is over and now it's just me. So.....
Hi.
This is free internet space so I'm going to rant about my life right now. Read if you like. Or you could just comment pretending like you read it. Either way I'm not sure if I really care.
Let the ranting begin!
So on Sunday I just back from visiting family in Oregon. Man, the town my grandparents live in is as almost as old and decrepit as George Washington's bones. (Don't know where that came from) Maybe it had a hay-day once but now is definately not it. We drive there and back so we spend A LOT of time in the car. It doesn't bother me so much anymore as long as I don't get sick. (Which happens about 35% of the time) But @ least I have my books and my brother has the DVD player.
Let me tell you one thing about myself.
Everywhere I go I take a library with me.
I just don't want to be caught without a book. I brought at least...um.... lemme think....... eight books with me and came back with 12. Yes. I am a loud, proud bookworm.
Back to ranting
What was I talking about? Oh yeah Oregon. Well I'm kinda done on the subject.
NEXT SUBJECT.
*looks at title of long ranting post*
Oh yeah. Long story short. (which even though I said it, it is unlikely to happen anyway)
I'm tired.
Not just, "Oh I'm going to go to sleep now" tired but "I feel like if I move another muscle I'm going to crack" tired. Which isn't good since this is what the lies in store for the summer and the school year! (Time for a list if you didn't see this coming. Like Nano says Lists are fun!)
1) Cheer Practice (two days a week for summer and three during the school year)
2) Maintaining a 4.0 GPA while taking advance classes
3) Service Hours, meaning helping one of my favorite teachers with her summer school classes
4) Any acting I want to do. Which I don't think I will be able to do anyway because of 1 and 2
5) Trying to have fun as a freshman
Notice I but the least likely at the bottom. So my life is about to get a whole lot busier. Fun fun fun.
Well I think I've taken up enough space on this blog with my ranting that I think I will end this post.
Yours Truly,
Emmie
P.S. We stayed at my aunt and uncles house on the way home and my aunt (she is so cool by the way) gave my parents a margarita and she even gave me a little one. Here's some shocking news.
I Liked It.
Be Afraid.
Emmie has a margarita
P.S.S.
I wrote this @ 11:30 at night so if you see typoes please tell me. Those little buggers really annoy me.
But when you're heart becomes a hunter you may wound your chance to love
~Holly Brook, Giving it Up
Hi.
This is free internet space so I'm going to rant about my life right now. Read if you like. Or you could just comment pretending like you read it. Either way I'm not sure if I really care.
Let the ranting begin!
So on Sunday I just back from visiting family in Oregon. Man, the town my grandparents live in is as almost as old and decrepit as George Washington's bones. (Don't know where that came from) Maybe it had a hay-day once but now is definately not it. We drive there and back so we spend A LOT of time in the car. It doesn't bother me so much anymore as long as I don't get sick. (Which happens about 35% of the time) But @ least I have my books and my brother has the DVD player.
Let me tell you one thing about myself.
Everywhere I go I take a library with me.
I just don't want to be caught without a book. I brought at least...um.... lemme think....... eight books with me and came back with 12. Yes. I am a loud, proud bookworm.
Back to ranting
What was I talking about? Oh yeah Oregon. Well I'm kinda done on the subject.
NEXT SUBJECT.
*looks at title of long ranting post*
Oh yeah. Long story short. (which even though I said it, it is unlikely to happen anyway)
I'm tired.
Not just, "Oh I'm going to go to sleep now" tired but "I feel like if I move another muscle I'm going to crack" tired. Which isn't good since this is what the lies in store for the summer and the school year! (Time for a list if you didn't see this coming. Like Nano says Lists are fun!)
1) Cheer Practice (two days a week for summer and three during the school year)
2) Maintaining a 4.0 GPA while taking advance classes
3) Service Hours, meaning helping one of my favorite teachers with her summer school classes
4) Any acting I want to do. Which I don't think I will be able to do anyway because of 1 and 2
5) Trying to have fun as a freshman
Notice I but the least likely at the bottom. So my life is about to get a whole lot busier. Fun fun fun.
Well I think I've taken up enough space on this blog with my ranting that I think I will end this post.
Yours Truly,
Emmie
P.S. We stayed at my aunt and uncles house on the way home and my aunt (she is so cool by the way) gave my parents a margarita and she even gave me a little one. Here's some shocking news.
I Liked It.
Be Afraid.
Emmie has a margarita
P.S.S.
I wrote this @ 11:30 at night so if you see typoes please tell me. Those little buggers really annoy me.
But when you're heart becomes a hunter you may wound your chance to love
~Holly Brook, Giving it Up
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