such great heights.

wow, it feels weird posting something without dear chelsea. i hope she reads this anyway:)

i kind of miss blogging. it's therapeutic. and a good way to procrastinate.
life is so different from the last time i blogged. i don't miss certain people anymore, i'm not mad at anyone. i've started guitar lessons! and i've taken up other interests, too. i am much happier. now i'm determined to be a new me. i want to be individual, confident, happy marching to my own percussionist. (see what i did there?) maybe i'll start blogging about events current to the world, inspiring films and productions, moving pieces of music.

first, the fighter. watched it this weekend, and now i can't stop thinking about it. it was a perfect illustration of family dynamics, although put to the extreme. the eklund-ward family felt so real. every single person cast in that movie belonged. that had a huge impact on my opinion of the film. i hate it when i sit there, focusing on how much this one actor/actress doesn't belong in a certain movie. also, the music in the film was fantastic, but maybe i noticed it because we had the movie on full volume so my grandfather could hear. as a side note, i appreciate how amy adams has played such a variety of characters. i think she's fantastic.

i hear my family playing a favorite game of mine (lego loco). time to go, enjoy this week!

chelsea.

this entire post will be dedicated to chelsea, as an apology for not commenting back on my previous post. she is no longer sick, and has decided to grace me with her presence in english class.

oh no. she's spelling things wrong. i hate it when people spell things wrong. and now she's changing the html code thingy. wait. so english, when not capitalized, has the dotted red line underneath it, but thingy does not? who knew.

now she's talking about ungulates. animals with cloven hoofs. ok the word hoof is very bizarre. apparently chelsea is an expert on pig hoofs. i don't even want to know what that means.

i may digress, within this post, for a moment to comment on the background of my computer. it's currently set, as are the backgrounds of all the other computers in the building, to a yearbook advertisement. they're trying to sell yearbooks. well, normally we would just disregard this ad. however, they (and i'm not sure who "they" is) came up with an ingenious way to captivate the attention of the students. they put embarrassing pictures of the faculty in the ad, from who knows when. one teacher has a mullet (i did know that, however, because my science teacher once found his passport and passed it around the class. it was not a flattering picture), one looked like a creeper (well, he still does), and one looks exactly the same (she WOULD be my french teacher...).

chelsea just told me a funny story about her mom's dad. apparently his middle name was H, but on a plaque the town put P. that's so random!

ok i'm running out of things to say. the end.

knees.

so i'm alone in english class today.
thanks chelsea.

... i hope she's not sick.

anyway, i wanted to write about hannah today. actually, she told me to write about her. she was complaining about her knees earlier. they're white and she's wearing a dress. but it's honestly not a big deal. i feel like only a creeper would stare at her knees, noticing their current discoloration. yet, as a say that, i realize i did notice myself staring at her knees after our conversation. now she's editing pictures. her dress is from france, and i really like it. i would never wear so many ruffles, but hannah can pull it off. oh, wait, since we're twins, i could probably pull it off, too.

i hope hannah reads this soon. i should probably write my "college essay" for english. ugh.

See "Berthlyne"

Chelsea thinks we were having an argument; an argument in which she won. Both the concept that it was an argument, and the inconceivable idea that she may have won, are false. She claims Berthlyne's hair, which is fashioned in dread locks, looks like a Mexican Red Kneed Tarantula, especially because the ends of her locks are dipped in red. It looks very exotic, and flattering on Berthlyne, but I would in no way say that she looks like she's wearing a tarantula on her head. And, might I add, I would never concede that Chelsea "won" the discussion.
Well, now she's just being cruel. I'm not frequently skeptical... ohkay, maybe I am, but that's irrelevant. She shouldn't post that for the rest of the world to know. Now she's using terms such as "of that ilk." I'm pretty sure she made it up. That cannot be legitimate. Alright, now she's on a roll, just trying to prove me wrong about everything I've ever believed in. Well, a teacher just confirmed it. Fine. It's been one of those fantastic days, so I guess I should have expected this.

Listen to her! and I quote "we're not friends, alfred. [...] a communal math teacher, HUMPH."

Well, I'm in a horrid mood. And now she's rambling on about her "insightful" blog (: In my defense, I never said it wasn't insightful. I just commented that it is frequently random.

Now I feel as if I should be productive. And maybe then I can distract myself. I miss being happy. I was really happy yesterday.