Ad Cents

How are some blogs so popular when all the author does is post an article referring to another site, a single picture with a witty caption, etc. when some blogs out there (not pointing at any in particular –cough-) have so much heart put into them, filled with emotion and hope, and…stuff. Honestly, when I look at a blog that has a few short entries, I walk the other way. Maybe it's because I'm more of a reader/writer than "Hey, this site has no pictures! Me no gusto!" Well…I don't mind if the short entries are highly logical and present a question that makes you think about things very deeply. But honestly, posting some piece of media and that's it? It feels like just stealing somebody else's work to fill up your site with and that's that. There is nothing original about these sites, yet they have such an appeal that many users love. I guess that if you own a website, you just have to wait for the right audience to come around, and then hopefully some members will come back to see the same play over and over again. I also dislike how these blogs (and not only blogs, but other sites) just clog their page with ads. They're generating money for posting content that doesn't belong to them. What the hell? On the other hand, the unpopular blogs are lucky to generate a few cents in a month. However, a major factor is the ad service itself. I've been trying to get back into the Google Adsense program for a week now. My account was terminated back in the day when a 'friend' of mine thought he would be nice and click on my ads a couple hundred times without me knowing and therefore I couldn't warn him in time that it would hurt me in the end. Adbrite is a great service, but they rely on traffic too much in order to generate a profit. I remember when I made eight dollars using Adsense on a more unpopular site than this one. So who's better? Adsense, indeed. I really hope I can hook back up with them. I don't want to be punished for a deed that I had no relations with.

I just felt like typing that up while it was on my mind. I'm in the middle of completing a rather frustrating lab report for my AP chemistry class and figured that I can get my brain triggered by typing a lil' something up. It didn't work out like I hoped it would.

Have a good one.

Let It Happen

For some reason, I am going to write a blog. If some twists and turns didn't approach me yet, maybe this blog would have been just totally filled with my normal numerous happy faces and "omggg the play was soo fun and like I took the AP test and it went okay and yay yay things are good blah blah :D:D:D." That isn't the case, however, because life comes at you when you least expect it, and what it brings with it could be reality checks that change one's point of view.

I have been busy. Verrrry busy. Thank goodness for it, though. :P I am going to be lost when life calms down. At least I have new stuff to look forward to though. I took that large scary AP Chemistry exam on Tuesday. Oh yep, I did it. It feels great to have accomplished something like that, something I stuck with, didn't quit on, studied for and worked for. It was tough, it was long, it almost made my eyes water. My teacher did a fantastic job preparing us for it though, 99% of the information I had heard of before. I tried my best and that is all I could have done. I really have no idea if I gained enough points for a 3, I'd feel extremely proud if I did, but I guess I won't know for awhile.

The play my school's curtain club struggled through multiple problems and worked incredibly hard on for the last 4 months occured this weekend. It was more fun than you could ever relate to, unless of course you are on Broadway or in high school productions yourself. :) I loved every single moment of being there for 4 months, no matter how tired I grew. Being involved in something so versatile is very rewarding. I learned so much and gained so much confidence. =) I'm glad I was able to be a big part of the show.

My time on the computer is hopefully going to continue to dwindle for awhile, like I may have said last time. The weather is improving and unless I have a school project, being online for more than an hour is unnecessary, give or take a rainy day or two. I am going to spend my time with the people who make me happy, not any hunk of people who make fools of me. :P Plus, I've got lots of new things I need to start looking into. :)

I am really thirsty so I think I am going to get a drink and end here. There is still that something I really love about this blog, it's weird, I don't even quite know what it is, but I could never write little blogs anywhere else. I'd feel so lost and probably stop after a month. Velcro is such a strong substance. I hope you all have a nice day.

A Few Ramblings and Pieces of Poetry

I love when I go to health class and hear my teacher preach to us about how we're going to die younger than the generation before us. In other words, our parents should live longer than we will. He's always blaming technology and obesity as being the factors behind our expected short life spans. However, even though I believe that obesity may be a very large factor only depending on the individual, I more or less blame stress. Technology may sometimes add to the stress as we're presented with such an overwhelming amount of data at once to deal with, but I believe that technology is a great advancement in reducing stress. That's just my opinion without conducting any research on the matter. If you're stressed out, you can easily talk to somebody online about it, jump onto a video game and get your mind distracted by that, etc. But back on-topic: stress will cause our generation to die earlier than the previous generation. The world is just heading in a direction where conflict is plentiful and abundant and . . . I started this off going somewhere, but my mind is now being distracted by the three tests that I have to take tomorrow, plus trying to catch up on my AP chemistry work that I have yet to start. Drat. See: stress! It's amazing how American students are so worked up about school, yet America has some of the lowest scores in the world when it comes to education. That's telling me something. What about you?

I composed a few poems during the past week. I'm trying to get into a poetic mood. I'm not in the mood at the moment with the large amount of school work I have to compose short stories or anything, so I resorted to poetry. They're all little short untitled things that have absolutely no meaning (at least they might not to you). But honestly, they have no moral or theme. I'm experimenting with end rhymes currently, and they mess up the message I'm trying to convey because I have to then choose phrases that best match the rhyme. Honestly, it should be the rhyme that matches the phrase. I plan to write a pretty epic work soon called "Ode to the SAT" – so expect that in the near future. And yes, it'll be highly satirical. Speaking of SAT, I'll be getting my scores soon. I'll only post mine if they're worthy enough; and that would be a 1000+.

And now for the poems:

A Collection of Random Poems

By Buddy Foote

My eyes close – behold your face

Beautiful with indescribable grace

The lunging arm cannot hold

A value greater than gold

Laconic speech fills not mine ears

Silent reflecting expresses mine fears

Losing thou is to lose the world

Mine thoughts are left to be swirled

My eyes lay to rest at night

A scene written not by a playwright

Your image appears 'cross mine scope

My dreams creating the only hope

Words lay trapped by tongue

The love of one too young

To acknowledge the statement overdue

To which is said "I love you"

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The textbook is too void

To speak of the property of love

The authors try to avoid

The angelic charm of above

The text forms columns and rows

Pigmented by the sweet perfume

The transition of your radiance glows

The torn pages fly away to doom

Covers hide the soul away

The inside is the only matter

The elements that hold the only display

To form the vivid points of chatter

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Cosine or sine?

Why do you exist?

I would be fine

But now I am pissed

The unit circle speaks

Says not a lie

Of unforgivable weeks

That you made me cry

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When can one not harvest the fine summer grapes?

The morning dew clings to the stems of thy fruit

The rising sun creates halos of the plump shapes

Of the many blooming flowers that one may pursuit

But be it only a single crop out of the produce

That catches mine eye compared to the rest

The oval mass filled with good-nature and juice

When looked upon creates a stinging pain in thine chest

What is to change than a quarter and a nickel?

The cashier hesitates when the drawer doesn't close

Who can turn to one so bipolar and fickle?

Who counts the change twice and then chooses to oppose

The customer thinks not too well of the man

Wandering eyes stare off into infinity

Thinking too much for a notion or a plan

Too desperate and young to lose one's virginity

But sex is not of the agenda!

Look not away, my dear Brenda!

Relationship flourishes through small talk

And one must not take the method to stalk

Alas I dream away to doom in the moonless night

Mine dreams creating the only hope

The vision of thou creates such a delight

My imagination the only way I can'st cope

Adieu! Adieu! I say to you

As thou fading images die with the moon

The rush and excitement allowed me to pursue

However my chance will die come the month of June

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Have a good one!

More Confused Feelings

I think writing a blog at this time will be the only way I can slightly calm myself down. I was going to continue taking a break from blogging because I have been so busy, enjoying the new life I have created for myself. However, getting things off my chest is the only way I can handle some situations right now. I'll start on a lighter note, saying that my busy-ness is due to being heavily involved in the school play, learning chemistry, and loving my three best friends with every ounce of energy I can muster. Today I had a great day. I came up the school around noon to paint sets, then my best friend joined me, then later we went to a new person's house from drama and enjoyed hanging out there with some other drama people. It sure feels refreshing to mesh with a new crowd with your long time pal(s) by your side.

It's really strange how human we all are. When the lights go off at night, and we lay our head down on the pillow, our heart is beating throughout the night because we are vibrantly alive with feelings and emotions, thoughts and fears, dreams and wishes. We are scared to be alone. Humans seem to be deathly afraid of being alone, growing up, and being alone...their entire life. Every book, movie, TV show, song, they all revolve around some sort of message. Someone looking for love, losing love, needing love, fearing love. It is as though our main purpose is to meet and keep enough close relationships in our life that we never have to worry about being alone. As I am growing up and experiencing different things, I feel more mature each time. It's like that scene in a movie you see over and over of some couple getting married. Before it actually happens to you, you can sit there and say you know what they feel like all you want, but truly, you have NO idea until it happens to you. That goes the same with everything else. You can pretend you know what it "must" feel like to be starving to death, but unless you have no food in your hands for weeks, you have no voice.

I am not even sure where I am going to continue to take this blog entry, but I just need to release this energy somewhere. I would like to say that I consider myself a decent person. I try to be very accepting of everyone and most of all, a good friend. I am not out to hurt anyone, and I believe in treating people the way you want to be treated. But if I went and treated people the way some treat me, the response I am sure would be devastating. I've been warned quite often though that some day someone may take advantage of that kindness and naivety. I still worry that may be the case because once I get to know a person, I automatically assume they are good and do good things, yet a few times my view has been shattered. I have a large class of students at school, and my whole life I thought highly of each and every one. Therefore I would act surprised when I heard they did this or that because I felt they were better than that. It wouldn't upset me too much, but it would enough because I guess I am just a caring person sometimes. It only gets very sad if some people decide to throw stuff in your face and change their entire personality in a negative way. That sure is the saddest. When the nice little girl you knew from the playground has shifted her whole personality in a matter of three high school years. Now growing up and shifting in a good way is wonderful, but other than that it can be extremely hurtful to watch.

I have been feeling very sick this week. It is a true shame too. I am trying my hardest to feel better, but every time I get a little closer, I am hit with a wave of pain. I feel like going on the computer is no fun anymore and I dislike spending time on it unless necessary. I miss my little website so I plan to fix it up soon, to hopefully revive my enjoyment of a hobby I enjoyed way way ago. Otherwise I feel like speaking to people in person and spending time with my friends, who honestly mean the world to me, is a much better way to be spending my time. Sure, chatting and texting whatever is cute at first, but nothing beats face to face conversation. Not only does it show the person cares enough to listen to your voice, but that they are confident in themselves and what they have to say.

Speaking of my friends, I don't care how many issues come and go in our lives, if you have an unbreakable friendship, you should do everything to never ever ever lose that. I don't think I could get through certain things if I didn't have such great girl friends. And even people who you may not be fond of enough to be good friends with, you should be kind towards them. Saying mean things behind their back will get you nowhere but 100% friendless and depressed in the end. It can turn into an evil cycle, just you wait and see.

I think that it is very important to not a judge a book by it's cover. What you see on the outside may look great, but what if it doesn't look great? What if the outside is torn and bruised, fuzzy or imperfect? Are you going to just cast it aside in an incredibly shallow and careless way just because the outside wasn't good enough of a "grabber?" If that is so, nobody should give you the time of day until you appreciate things in life for more than their appearance. What may be hidden underneath that ragged cover could be a story that relates to you more than you could ever imagine.

On that thought, I try as a teenager to avoid certain situations, but I suppose that being a teenager comes with certain excitements as well as tragedies, and in order to continue trudging forward we all have to have our turn at every aspect.

I guess life is one big lesson with many tests. I think we have to be careful with the chances we take because some may be worth the fall, but others may have you lose it all. However, when our chance is gone, it could be for the best or the biggest regret of our life. I am mostly a believer in things happening for a reason. Things break so others could be built. I hope this is so.

I'm looking forward to keeping my head up high and making the most of every step I take, no matter how many tears I shed or smiles I share. It is just a choice you make. Thank you and goodbye.

Confused Feelings

I recently received Microsoft Office 2007 (and may I add not by legal means) and I thought that in my confused daze that I would compose a blog entry using the nifty feature provided by Word 2007 that allows me to do so. I thought I would share that bit quickly: in case anything goes wrong when this post is published. I had to obtain Office 2007 for the Excel program. We recently received laptops in school and unfortunately for my AP chemistry class; we had to make some graph expressing the relationship between absorbance and concentration for some equilibrium constant lab. Yes, fun. Not! Anyway, the laptops (even though they're totally outdated and run a cheap version of XP) contain the Office 2007 programs. I never even had any Office program that wasn't a free trial that already expired. Therefore, by looking around Youtube a bit for videos that would show me the serial number for the full product, I received my baby. I never really liked the Office 2007 programs too much initially as they seemed too unfamiliar, compared with the norm, but once you get used to the software, you will find out how user-friendly it is. For example, to make a table, you literally select from a menu the dimensions from a nice little visual, and BAM! your table is there. My only complaint was when I was making a graph in-class and then I accidentally deleted it and couldn't find the 'undo' button on Excel 2007. Right now, it's up there by the save option, laughing at me. Damn you!

I have been having very weird mixed-up feelings lately. Mostly, it's been a slight wave of depression. It's annoying too. It's an indescribable feeling where the origin of it is even a mystery to me. I hate when people are asking me "Why are you sad?" and "What's the matter?" and I don't have an answer to respond with – mainly because I don't know what's going on myself. I do have a tangible reason, however, but it's confidential information. But the sadness spells started out-of-nowhere for some other reason that I'm not even unaware of. It's like when somebody pickpockets you, gets away with it without you noticing, and you're left standing there wondering, "What happened to my wallet?" I tried talking to a few friends about it, but my thoughts have been too unorganized for me to know what I was trying to discuss. I think it's affecting my school abilities too – I recently got my lowest grade on a test since elementary school – an 82. And I recently screwed up on a chemistry quiz when I forgot to take the square root in the quadratic formula – and keep in mind it was a three-question quiz. I don't know anymore. I don't have a chance. I don't talk. It's just – it'll hurt people. I'm just confused and lost in my realm of thought at the moment.

I'm going to go then. Thought I would throw an update up. Have a good one.

Trailer

Ok, remember my post about my first day of fishing. Well, April 12 is long past us, but my video of the events is not. I made a movie chronicalling the events from April 12 ( where it all began) to April 20 (one day after I caught a second native brook trout!!! remember my first was a year ago). The real movie comes out April 26, but clickthe link to watch the trailer. Alos, watch in full screen for better quality. http://s253.photobucket.com/albums/hh57/transpower/?action=view&current=Trailer.flv

Long live the native brook trout, and please comment.

An "Immature" Rant

It wouldn't be appropriate to have an organized rant start at any place, so I'm just going to search my mind and vent while I progress through this entry. The point of this entry is rather personal. I don't intend for the opposite faction to whom this is directed to to read it, however I need to get some hair off of my chest and what better place to do that than my good ol' blog. Some topics covered here may explain for my absence from the blog (which will hopefully change come summer). And here we go...

I'm being labeled as a very untrustworthy person lately. In all regard, I would like to reflect back that this is an untrue statement. I did an action in the past that caused some havoc, but doesn't the million honest things I ever did dominate that puny little one. I think so. However, it seems that I have a history of running my mouth off, breaking trusts, etc. First of all, normally whatever goes in one of my ears stays within my memory, never to be released by means of vocals or through my fingers dancing across the keyboard. For years I have been known as a lock box -- in which people would deposit their secrets within me and I would live with them. Why? Because I know when to talk about what when. If Person A says they like Person B and I see Person A talking to Person B while I'm talking to Person C, I sometimes get the urge to tell person C what's on my mind relating to A and B: but I stop myself. I keep my word. I keep the secret safe. However, when I have secrets with others that possess and mess with my feelings, then I have a tendency to take action toward these secrets. Thus, I burst. And that's exactly what happened to me in this one event. One faction versus another faction was the problem: and I was the middle man. I was not being forced literally to pick a side, but I felt that cold heartless air pulling at me from all directions. One side telling me bad things about a friend; the other side that if I were to reveal personal information would ruin a friendship. It was only a matter of time before my balance became off-centered and one faction would get to me first. More or less, this didn't exactly happened. Nobody won me. My emotions, on the other hand, destroyed me. These secrets seemed too severe and they needed to be known. Action had to take place. People could've got hurt. Innocent people. And then everything afterwards flowed from this. Like building blocks, my feelings toward the enemy faction began to stack up.

It all started when love came into play. However, at this point, I was the middle man, minding my own business. Guy liked girl, enemy of guy dated girl. Bad picture. Then more conflicts. Couples versus non-couples, within our intimate group. Then bad feelings. Misguided feelings. Wrong information was leaking out. Busy schedule crushed girl. Crushed girl crushed guy. Crushed guy hated enemy guy for crushing girl. It happens. Finally, guy's feelings fell apart, apparently hurting girl more, thus hurting other guy, causing hatred for guy's enemy to increase. It built up, and up, and up. Finally, guy was pissed. Girl's guy wanted done. Guy dumped girl. Guy who likes girl was pissed that guy hurt her. And then it was just out-of-hand. Recall now that I'm in the middle of this: best friends with both guys. I didn't know what to do. I talked to each guy differently. One guy started to turn the other guy into a devil. I was confused. I was beaten up by the storm and left to die on a deserted desert island. My feelings and my thoughts were trying to escape like enraged dogs, but I kept them tame and in-line.

To get a bit off-topic, I had a conflict with girl way before the holocaust of all of this. It all began, more or less, over a video game. A bit of programmed text with a bunch of pixels to sooth the eyes. To be more specific: the game was World of Warcraft. This girl got me into the game, thank goodness for that. However, I hated the server that I was on at the time: a PVP server known as Azgalor. I wanted to go to a PVE server. Plus, I didn't like the Alliance too much and wanted to try a character on the Horde. Well, God forbid, I changed my server, deleted my old toon, and as proof created a video showing the deletion of my old toon. The proof was there in case anybody doubted my claims. I showed the video to two people, and I guess it somehow got to this girl. Well, she was pissed. She thought I dumped her and everybody else that I knew on the server and was forever no longer friends with her. Even though I could've talked to her easily at school, on AIM, etc. Sorry if I wanted to do what I want for once. The world doesn't revolve around you. These thoughts flourished in my mind for a while, and it sparked my anger a bit. However, did I ever reveal it: no.

Then one day, five of us (girl, guy-dating-girl, guy-who-hates-guy-dating-girl, girl's brother, and me) went to the iCafe in Olyphant. It is an internet cafe. They wanted to go there to . . . play WoW. Wow! I took my laptop. Well, I ended up sitting at a small circular table in the cold, dark corner of the computer room while they were all together in a group playing together. That pissed me off a bit, considering that I felt like I received frostbite on my toes. The point being: the whole time I was there, this girl didn't say one word to me. Even in the car there and on the way home, there was barely a word spoken. I tried talking to the guys, but she would butt in and ruin the conversation, considering I had no room to talk. Yet again, I kept these feelings intact. And also keep in mind, the two enemy guys were too getting to my head as well as my opposition toward this girl.

Girl and I barely ever spoke since then. I kept my mouth closed. However, it's amazing that nowadays, whatever she says in opposition against me concerning this holocaust that occurred, she seems to know so much about me. Oh, he used to hurt guy all the time through his actions. Oh, he has a history of running his mouth off. Oh, he used to think he was trustworthy and that I could value his friendship: blah, blah, blah. What friendship? It was hell since that day that I mentioned. I even told guy-who-likes-girl-and-hates-girl's-ex-boyfriend that I hated her in some regards, and he stated that he respected my honesty toward him in that respect.

However, my relationship with that guy too also went away, fast. I never wanted to hurt guy. We were best friends forever, and I still want to be best friends, but guy likes girl so much that whatever I do against girl, he feels like he has to be her guardian (even though it's confirmed that girl doesn't like him more than a friend). Really, I respect him for defending her, but in some case scenarios, it was rather nosy. Who am I to talk really? I seemed to butt into the affair of other guy and girl's post-break-up. But, guess what? My original hatred toward girl allowed me to easily light my fires off against her. Oh, excuse me, my 'stubborn fires'. It allowed me to butt in, at least in my book. And as guy must be a guardian for girl, I was being a guardian for other guy. Fortunately, he has about four other guardians now too. I'm not mad at guy, but he's mad at me. I'm always available if you wish to speak to me once again, but I'm not going to surrender and apologize. Apologize? For what? I played the role my heart told me to. I do, however, apologize for revealing your personal information, but more than half of it was already common sense to these peers. They knew. They knew without being told. They knew through their hearts. I could've never spoke a single word and this situation would probably still be going on. And regardless, this was the first time I ever spoke against you, contrary to what girl said: "It happened all the time." However, you made me think differently about other guy through your words, to the point to where I would've said something to him and then my ass would've been grass. The things you said, however, were not true. I lost respect to you for a bit because of it. And during that time was when I burst forth some info to other guy. It was only right to do, especially since I was concerned about other guy's safety toward some things you were saying. For example, "I may honestly hurt him." That's not something to fool around about.

As of now, this is my shortened side of the story. I have other things to do pertaining to the psychology fair. Therefore, I leave you with my words. Consider them. Mock them. Rip them up. I don't care. The only point of the matter is that I have spoken. Excuse my impertinence in any regards.

Have a good one.

What to do...

Hey everyone, its me. I have had the urge to post for some time, so here goes... Well, today is April 11th, which means tomorrow is a big day for me and all anglers in NEPA. The 12th day of April is the first day of trout season. Well, this year I have no one to take me, but that;s not gonna stop me. I have been planning for weeks to go to a spot to fish. In this spot (which will remain secret) I have caught chubs, and one native brook trout. As an experienced angler I can tell if they are native (wild) trout or stocked. But challenge me as you must, I will provide pictures and some information. Wild brookies have disticnt orange bellies, white tipped fins, and olive green speckles. Stocked ones have no distinct belly color, usually dark blue though, with darker green-blue dots. Here is the type I caught and am going for http://flyfisher.com/DSCN0567f.jpg and here is a stocked one http://www.classiccastoutfitters.com/images/13_inch_male_brookie11.jpg. Apprecoate for your own sake. I will be making a video of my adventure, and witht he help of my lovely sister I will post it here at the blog for all to see. Hopefully I will get my native brookie, but I can guarentee catching a chub (huge minnow). I have been training physically and mentally for this day. I have spent time in the woods researching organisms etc. I have done everything I can to increase my chances of catching a native. Most peopkle wouldn't know or care to know but catching a wild trout that lays eggs and makes babies for thousands of years is way different than catching trout made in hatcheries. Well, my video will be awesome. Meanwhile, as excruitiating as the wait has been, some interesting events happened, most notably today in civics class. Rosencrans was talking to another teacher outside when one kid named Dan (who by the way is easily in the 200lb range, but not fat muscle) screamed into Raymond's ear (the raymond I speak of is the one and only). In retaliation Ray attempted to dropkick Dan, but dan grapped his ankle and literally threw him up in the air and he landed on his back. Near tears Ray got into his face, but then sat down. Rosencrans returned, but after being called a retard by "Ray" Dan threw Ray out of his desk, desk and all came with him. Then the two went down to the office. Then, during his lecture, he suddenly said ooo (he is Rosencrans). The ooo was for the rodent that ran under his desk, under my desk, then around the room. The girls screemed and ran out, and that class was over. Disgusting, our school has rodents. After looking for it a bit, I found some rat feces in the corner. I find that simply atrocious, vile, and plain uggg. But I guess that is just Lakeland. Spirit week was lame this time around. The dress up days where way to simple, as if a group of people got together and just said "yea, ok hawaii cowboy decade color, were done". No thought or care was put into it. But yet again, thats Lakeland. On a happier note, the Flyers clinched the 6th seed in the NHL playoffs. They play tonight at 7 against the capitals. The Caps got Alexander Ovechkin, the new record holder for m,ost goals in a season with 65, but I feel the Flyers can prevail. I don't play Runescape much anymore, I only go to check any updates. But I must say, the new mini game Fist of Guthix is really bad. I don't even want to say why, its just really bad. School has reached the 4th and final quarter, so all working is done. I'm just gonna keep it cool, and wait for next year I guess. Also, in the music note of things (wow, lame pun, music note) I have been trying to find more songs for my project playlist, but to no avail. I want to find heavy rock, rock, etc, but its hard. Remember about me filming my fish. Well I have definatly become attached to my camcorder, a hobby of mine I like to do. To bad everyday when I see that ufo I never have it on me. Its almost the week after Mother;s Day, so that means my trout derby at the pine creek is coming up. That should be fun. Hmmm, my life seems to be at a standstill latley. All I do is wait for things to happen, like the school day ending etc. I don't know what it is, but then again what am I to do. I really only have a few goals at the moment, catch my native brookie and go to the dentist. Hmm, after some google reasarch on the palomino (golden trout). It said that the first happened naturally, and was found in a stream. weird thought eh? Well, tomorrow I got a big day, so cya later.

Haphazard

Hello friends. :) I haven't wrote up a blog in a little while so I figured I would since I have some great free time this weekend. I just signed off World of Warcraft since I figured I played it for a little while and after this blog am going to go do something else. Like dig up worms, seriously. I was asked to go do that today..so.. xD Kay, anyway. I've been sick this past week with a bugger of a cold. It was the worst the three days of school testing, and improved dramatically like the day they were over. Which was sort of unfortunate, but what can ya do. I've been going to Drama a lot to work on the play. I really love every aspect of being in the Drama Club [go us!]. Despite the really emotional days there tends to be at Drama, that unpredictable aspect of it all makes it even more exciting. Since the play got changed from what it was originally going to be, I've been able to be in more and more scenes. It makes me feel so excited because I know otherwise I would have only been in the opening and ending scenes. Now I am in it much more and that's great because everyone is pretty much, except for the solo's, and with high school kids it is fantastic for everyone to have a chance like that. This week I was asked about having a lead role in one scene we are doing from the musical "Chicago". I was pretty much ecstatic and it's incredibly the fun to practice, especially because the character I have to try to be could not be more opposite than the woman I'd be as an adult. xD

Aside from Drama, chemistry is always occupying my other time. Like I mentioned previously, I am going down in my school's history as attempting the AP Exam. I don't think I'd be terribly bothered if I can't pass it because I know my life doesn't depend on it. To me, taking that test is more of an "interesting challenge to curiously discover how I'd score." I stayed after school the other day to practice a problem and if that had been on the test, I would have accumulated 6 points just from that, which is considered above average. I felt pretty confident after that, that maybe I stand a minuscule chance. :P I like the fact how you can get points just by balancing an equation or just by picking out the right formula to use. It was pretty fun staying after school and I was unsure how that sort of situation would turn out. We got to go up to the chalkboard and teach amongst ourselves and whatnot.

I was having a stressful time last weekend determining what classes I wanted to take in my senior year. I've figured it out now though. Boy, I'm thirsty. This paragraph has died so I'm going to move on. :P

Hah, I like how I have to go to the next line. I can't wait for summer. I am really wanting to wear skirts and shorts and bathing suits really badly. :P I also would love to feel some sun, and go swimming! For some reason I always end up dreaming of summer when I sit down to write a blog. It's rather strange.

I wish I had some funny story to tell. I can't think of much right now though. xD - scratches head- I should probably go feed my cat. I feel like traveling. My blogs are incredibly random. They are full of my thoughts. :P No, but really, I do feel like traveling out of state. I want to go to NYC and Philadelphia just for fun and to see something historic. I'm not even sure whyyyy, I am just in such a mood to visit some large city. :P I feel like watching a movie right now too. I wouldn't know what one though. Hmm..have a good day lovebugs! ;P

/Life.Of.Foote\ -- Guitar Hero Day

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What is there to say? A pretty long movie of Roman, Matt, and me at Roman's house to play a bit of Guitar Hero. A bit more stuff happens, but why should I explain it when the movie is right in front of you.