Holy Macarel!

Wow. Wowwie Wow wow wow! It's crazy! All of it! Life is officially crazy. First of all, as some of you (and now all of you) know, I've been grounded for grades for a while. I have only one thing to say for myself: "procrastinators unite!... Tomorrow!" :p Jk, but really. Don't ever let yourself get behind because let me tell you, it is NOT a fun thing to dig yourself out of. Moving on from my weird words of wisdom, This was the fourth weekend I've been grounded. And if any of you have seen Muppet Treasure Island (Which I was recently discussing with Tanner Shipp over cookie dough in Pro start) then you'll appreciate what I mean by "I've got Cabin Fever!" :D I'm losing sanity being grounded here! And yes, dears, I am well aware it is all and totally, undeniably, irrevocably, my fault. I know. So please refrain from spouting that along with lots of other 'I told you so's and other various lecture-like phrases. :) I've come a long way in the catching up department though; only math and English are holding me back. English. Of all things, English. My forte. English. Is keeping me grounded. Do you know how ridiculous this is??? My only consolation is that over half of her other students are stuck in the D department with me. We're tryin, truly we are. There just hasn't been anything for us to do to boost our percentages. And as for math, well if English is my forte then I suppose you can call Math my pianissimo. Basically I don't understand it most of the time. That is until we move on to the next thing. Then the last assignment finally clicks. Too late. When I can't even do anything to prove that I sorta got it. I know, I have wonderful timing. Also, I'm losing brain cells sitting here at the computer for hours on end writing the stupid magazine. See, that's why I'm posting. A) I'm getting tired of word documents, and B) it's Saturday. I need some leisure in my life. :p
Moving on, Congrats to Jake, he got his license Tuesday. Fun stuff. He's also getting a little red truck. I like it for the sole reason of it's color. :p And as for the Madrigal madness... I went to call backs, it nearly killed me off (OK so that is most definitely a perfect exhibit of a dramatic hyperbole. :) I got a blessing from my dad, and I practiced my little heart out and I did alright. Not as well as I wish I could have, just because I got nervous and my voice was all shaky for a minute there... but I did as well as anyone else there.) After I managed to get my heart beating again from the solo try outs, I sat there for an hour waiting for the quartets (technically quintet but hey, who's counting?) and two on a part, three on a part madness. Then it was more waiting time. Honestly, I'm sure it's gotta take some time and deliberation to decide on who makes it and who's voted off the island, but Mr. Ganowski... however you spell it... needs to hurry it up a little. THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME! I really want to make it, but I know it's not the end of the world if I don't. I'll still be in a Capella at least. But I just wanna find out so I can move on with my life! I keep hearing it might be this upcoming week. Which would be just wonderful. Magnificent even! :)
Next subject. Girls. Are. Drama. And lots of it. Here I am, doing my homework, being grounded and minding my own business when a friend TOTALLY loses it on me. Um, I didn't even know I was guilty of anything! Yes, it is my fault I'm grounded, but it's not my fault that she couldn't come over. That was my parent's ground rules of groundation. Although technically it is my fault. But you can't just blow up on someone because "You're grounded. You don't want me anymore you don't care about me or anything! You're grounded on PURPOSE!!!" (Oh, honey. That is the most ridiculous thing I have heard since the invention of that stuff that consists of PB AND J, all at the same time. Truly, girl. Get over yourself and stop killin me for your insanity! OK, so not insanity. But whatev. I'm venting. I'm allowed to call it whatever I want.) Anyway, I finally just had to tell her I couldn't take it right then and she could talk to me later when she wasn't out for blood. So she had a final explosion and then left me alone for a few hours. DAAHHH!!! Why are girls so ridiculously incredibly hard to handle? I mean we're just bundles of nerves and stress and hormones and more hormones and drama! LOTS OF DRAMA! It's absolutely unnecessary and uncalled for and yet, it's still present most of my life. :) (sigh) Ah the joys of being a teenage girl. I am quite ready to graduate from high school. Not that it will change the "Girls Are Drama" status, but it'll distance me from the ones I'm coping with right now. It's kind of weird to realize I have a little over a quarter of school left this year, and then POOF! I'm a senior. And judging by the way time seems to be speeding up incrementally year by year... I'm gonna be out of here sooner than I planned on. Or am ready for. It's kind of scary now that I see the end of the road looming ahead. And then there's this tangle of a million new roads that I have to pick from and make my life out of. It's not just preparation for life, it IS life. Not that I'm not living already, but that's how it feels to me now days. There's so much responsibility coming up. It's kind of intimidating. But I'm excited for it all the same!
Now I'm gonna stop this babbling and get to work on my English homework so maybe I wont have to go on five weekends. (rolls eyes) Not likely that I'll be out of prison by then but I can dream can't I?

Happiness is not good enough....

I DEMAND EUPHORIA! This is so insane!
My life.
It's insanity!!!
I'm soooooo stressed beyond all reason. It's so impossible to keep up with all the classes. Every single teacher assumes we only have that class. I have news for them. WE HAVE SEVEN OTHER CLASSES TO JUGGLE! Oh mylanta! It's chaos! One teacher announced that roughly half of all of her students are failing. Um, Idk about all of you, but it would seem to me that if half of my students were failing, I'd want to work with them and make it better because their grades reflect back on me. It's like a grade on my teaching. So why won't she work with us at all? She was lenient on ONE paper. One. ALKSJDFOPAWIEURFLASKJFL;ASKJDFLKWJEFL;AKSJDFL;KASJ~!!!!!! I can't do anything abut it! It's ridiculous! Anyway... so if any of you have marvelous 'coping with major stressed out maddness in life' solutions, I'd LOVE to hear them.
Until then....

Signed,
FRAZZLED!
:p




Oh. And I've been talked into trying out for Mads. I'm only freaking out a little. And when I say a little I mean pulling out my hair, hyperventilating, spiked blood pressure 'a little'. :D AH! Scary. It sounds sooo nerve wracking! We'll see how it goes I guess.
(On the bright side, everyone says if you dont make Mads, you make Accapella.... Which is almost as cool. :) )