Monthly Archives: April 2014

An Attempt to Go Down In Flames

Seeing as I only have about five weeks of school left before graduaion, I have made a resolution. I am going to piss off as many teachers as possible. Now before anyone comes crying about how hard teachers work and how they don’t need me to come in and ruin their last weeks of school too, don’t worry. I seek only to annoy. I love my teachers so much, in fact Β one of the greatest inspirations in my life has been my English teacher, Mrs. Black* (name canged cuz I’m not an asshat). I even want to become a teacher! The things I want to do will hopefully help them remember me when I leave them. An attempt to go down in flames, if you will.

Since I’ve calmed you down, do you want to know my ideas? They’re pretty stupid ideas, but I think they’re funny.

1. Write as much of my homework in glitter pen, preferrably pink.

2. Don’t wear shoes inside.

3. Bring mug of tea to class and just slurp it down.

4. Change accents whist speaking.

5. Whisper “In bed” after a teacher is done lecturing

Those are my top five right now, I’ll probaly add more as time goes on, but I am beyond excited. Perhaps, I’m just a huge weenie and find humor in the dumbest of things, but who gives a fuck? This is funny stuff. As long as I find it funny, that’s what is important. After all, the only person in life I really have to make happy is me.

“Well, that escalated quickly! No really, that got out of hand fast!”

Oh Anchorman, how I love thee.

 

Some One Worded Title That Vaguely Describes One Aspect of My Day

Hello, world, Hope here. Today was my first day back to school after blissful two weeks off. Honestly, I am so beyond ready to graduate! I can hardly contain my excitement and with all the lulling drear of high school. Sure, I’ve been blessed with an awesome school and even better friends, but I’m tired and I’m ready to move on. I want to discover new friends and really be selective this time. My school is just so small, everyone is friends with everyone. You can’t NOT be someone’s friend. And it’s not that I don’t like my friends, cuz I do, but I want to meet new and different and exciting ones. Being picky is always seen as a prudish thing, but I just want to fill my world with new people and opportunities that I’ve never experienced before. Shoot me for wanting to diversify myself.

Or I might just be hyping up college in my mind because let’s face it, it’s getting harder and harder to look past the shit that I’m in.

wait what.

I don’t know. Just being back at school reminded me of how everything does just suck and how even the classrooms that I sit in remind me of past suck. An infinite loop of suck.

What a wonderful place to be.

Understand why I’m ready to leave?

There are good things, but there are also a lot of bad things. Things I don’t really care to get into on the internet. Β 

Jeez, maybe I am a prude. Who the fuck cares? It’s my life, I’ll be a fucking prune, if I damn well please.Β 

Ha how many times are those words said in that same order? Not often enough.

Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes, school, suck, college.

School sucks and I can’t help but anxiously anticipate college. The suck in the here and now, I’m sure, will seem so insignificant in the grand scheme of things twenty years down the road, so I just have to push through it and not let it ruin my last month or so in high school. After all, this is a pretty sweet time. Sure we have testing and finals and prom stress and blah blah blah, but as seniors we also get ditch days, so many pranks, senior day, grad night, everything. And it’s all for us. Whoop whoop.Β 

Motivation

This is it. I’m finally getting my shit together and I’m doing it. I’m blogging. I’ll be vlogging soon too. I’ve heard talking to people and working through your problems really helps get rid of them so I’m trying. I broke up with my first boyfriend two months ago. It’s been hard getting back to being single. Flirting again. Talking to my old friends. Getting in touch with reality once again. And while it’s been a long, slow, and painful process, I feel like I have undergone a tremendous amount of growth and change. This blog (hopefully) won’t be me moping. I don’t want to do that. I want to create. I want to change here. I want to laugh and share stories and talk. Like really talk. I may be only 17 years old, but I’d like to think I have well developed opinions on, well, things. That may be my inflated sense of self worth talking, but whatever. I just want to be able to talk to anyone who is willing to talk back or listen. Probably a side effect of the break up, but who cares? I want my voice to be heard and I want to make people happy and make people think and make people smile because we are the people who get to share time and talk to each other, without any predispositions about each other and without any reasons to want anything from each other. I hope to be blogging daily or once every other day and I hope you are able to enjoy my rants, tangents, digressions, and misfortunes, as much as I’ll enjoy talking about it. Love, Hope xoxo