Homework, What Pisses Me Off, Boys, Music, and Other Things Entirely Relevant to my Overly-boring Life

Ok, here's my first blog entry. Sadly, I'm in a bad mood currently, so this is going to be more of a rant. So feel free to not read it. I hate French homework. I'd just like you all to know that. In reality, French isn't that bad. I mean, yeah, conjugating irregular reflexive verbs with object pronouns ad naseum (or however thats spelled! I think there's another "U" in there somewhere.) gets old, but on the whole, it's not dreadful. Except with Ms. Trattner, the sub who ruins everything. She finds it fitting to give us this stupid, huge-ass (pardon my french) report with no idea of the due date, and now she feels that she can tell us THURSDAY that we're presenting the following TUESDAY! Come on, now, people, that is just.....unjust! So I'm not feeling very gracious towards homework.

Another thing that bothers me-when your computer freaks out! I'm trying to open Word to do my French project, and it won't open. Isn't that swell?!?!?! Its bugging me. So instead of working on my report, I'm griping to the nonexistant people reading this. Ain't that peachy?

Now, I know as soon as you see my next rant topic, you're going to roll your eyes and think now she's pulling the teenager routine. This is SO old! But yes, the next topic.....drum roll, please!......PARENTS! Now I know it's Mothers' Day tomorrow, so I'm supposed to be feeling all loving towards my mom and all, but let's just say due to certain events, that feeling isn't exactly rampant for the time being. So last weekend, my friend and I made plans to get together this weekend at a certain time. I told my mother about my plans. Now, come Saturday, my mother decides that I should come to my brother's lacrosse game. I've come to his games before, and there's nothing special about this one. Heck, I come to more games that any of the other siblings on that team! But guess what time the game is? The same time I was planning on meeting my friends! So now I can't do anything until way later. Ok, rant over, because I'm starting to piss myself off even more.

You know what drives me crazy? When characters in books do stupid things, and you feel so hopeless and agrivated and just agrh! because you can't get them to not do the stuid thing. Like break up with the amazing, unorganized, clumsy band boy. I HATE that. It drives me crazy.

Happier Topics!
Music: Ok, this right here is my life. I cannot live without music. My alarm is music. I get dressed an ready for school to music. Usually I drive to school with music. I sing all day long, and have music running through my head. I run with music (when my iPod isn't being stupid). I drive home with music. I do homework with music. I read with music. I go to bed with music. My day=music. Yes. My current favorite band-Three Days Grace. They really are amazing. The music is great, and for the most part, so are the lyrics. Although on occasion, you think that there's no way that they weren't stoned or something when they wrote a song. But that happens to everyone, even the Beatles. If you think the Beatles are lame, you aren't my friend. Because they were. Rise Against it amazing; my first real, unaccompanied concert. My other concerts were with my dad: Bruce Springsteen (don't diss, he really is amazing!) and Paul McCartney (yeah, he's old. So what?) Yeah. I like oldies for the most part, but nothing too sappy. Alternative rocks my world, and metal is cool. Screamy head-banging music is the best. It's brilliant really. But that's for another post.

Boys: Ok, why is it that I can go to Elitch's on a Friday night and see about 2 guys who are better-looking that the pack of 6th grade boys I'm hanging out with? How sad is that?! And why are 6th grade boys so weird? I see them every day at school, and they say nothing to me, and then as soon as we're somewhere else, I'm suddenly their best friend? Seriously! I was pretending to be dating one of them, and then in the car, the other one who wasn't my brother was practically asleep on me. For the sake of said boys, I won't disclose the identities of the boys, although half of you people probably know who they are. Ok, now, a question for the masses. If your friend breaks up with a boy, how long until she should get over him? And then, how long until you're allowed to start likeing him? Or at least not hating him? Because I think 6 months is a little extreme for that. A year is ridiculous. Especially when another girl has gone out with him. Is it just me, or are red-heads really hot? Because I think I have never seen a red-head who wasn't at least cute. But that might just be me.

Ok, I think I've succeeded in driving you all to your wit's ends. So I'm done for today. Not to mention I need to go cry to daddy to get him to fix the stupid bloody computer so I can do my report. Argh! Bye.

~the supremer ruler of the universe