MARCH BREAK!! :D :D :D

Yeah, you can see how excited I am about it. :D

Anyway, so... I got my short story back from my Writer's Craft teacher, and apparently it's not "realistic" if a girl doesn't care that her fiance's disappeared for a month. Who knew?

And, guess what? I'm moving!! YEAH!! Not that I don't like this home, or anything, it's just that I GET TO HAVE MY OWN ROOM!! I'm so excited!
Originally, it was going to be in the basement, but apparently, I'll hole up in there and live like a hermit if I'm ever allowed down there (especially if I get my own Netbook). So, I get an upstairs room. :D

So, I was reading on my PSP when it just turned off. o.0 It's never done that before. I decided to research my PSP's battery life span, and... got nothing.
But I found out that Sony's going to release an awesome new PSP this December!! It's called the "Next Generation Portable."
And I'll get to play Uncharted on it!! I LOVE Uncharted! I even downloaded the soundtrack. :P
Maybe I'll even get to play Assassin's Creed. I really hope so. I love Assassin's Creed, especially when they came out with that crossbow. It was like, "Oh, that guard's suspicious," *whip out crossbow* "Not anymore." Before, I had to use throwing knives. But, personally, I'm a fan of jumping off the ledge and striking them from the air. :P
I heard the next one is with a girl Assassin. I really hope so. That would be totally cool.
My brother's playing Red Dead Redemption right now, but I think I'll be able to take a go at it during the Break. It looks like fun.
I'll probably have a job by then, so I'm going to buy the NGP the first month it comes out.

Anyway, I've made a list of all the things I'm going to do this week (which, despite my procrastinating tendencies, I hopefully will get to):

1. Finish editing short story.
2. Write in journal everyday.
3. Finish that Fictionpress story I started in Grade 9 (and never even got to 5000 words, despite all my reviewers' efforts).
4. PAINT!! (I bought a paint set from Dollarama and I'm going to paint my wooden box that I keep all my special coins in).
5. Buy fancy stationary.
6. Practice different methods of writing.
7. Finish all my Java programs (especially that String game that was supposed to be an archaic sort of Hangman).
8. Finish up to Chapter 3 in my Advanced Functions homework (Night school is amazing--I didn't do any homework and I'm getting a 98).
9. Apply for jobs (summer, now, whatever)***(COMPLETE MUST)
   

And, if I think of anything else, I'll add to it.

So... yeah. This feels more like my friend's (I'll call her ARR) post more than anything.
I know it's completely unusual for me to write in this style, but... I think I like it.
It's refreshing. :D

Changes

This semester, for me, is just one of the many changes that have happened since 2011.
It's the first ever semester I've had without math and the sciences. And, GOD, it feels like such a relief. Let me put it this way:
Last year, first semester, I had chemistry and biology. Second semester (the start of the shittiest year of my life), I had physics and math. Then, after I failed physics and barely passed math, I had to take physics AGAIN in summer school. Then I had it first semester, grade 12. A month had barely passed before I had it again, determined not to fail this time. Well, I didn't. I barely passed, with the skin of my teeth (whatever that expression means), and got a perfect 50.
It's just... It feels like it's been FOREVER since I haven't had physics in my life. Maybe that's why it just put me in such a depressing mood.
This semester, second semester, and the start of 2011, it's been SO refreshing, only having to worry about English and computer languages and hardware (which is so completely easy I usually never have homework).
And, I think this is a good omen. It means that 2011 will be a good year (provided I don't fuck up again).

But it's not just school. There's been a lot of changes happening between friends and family. I know a lot of families (including mine) are anxious to kick us out to live in dorms (or on the streets--for some, it really doesn't matter).
My friends have been deciding whether to stick around high school for another grueling year, doing co-op and extra courses, or repeating courses.
This isn't about school. It's about life. It's about how many changes happen to an eighteen-year-old, and how scary all of it is.
For me, I see university as this huge, dark, old brick-by-brick building looming over me, as I hear an evil cackle in the distance, and the skeleton of the trees shiver as thunder roars through the sky. Sorry, Writer's Craft is getting to me.
It's just very dark, and looming, and omnipresent. As if I can't escape its fate.
And this analogy isn't just for university. It can also be applied to my future relationship with my friends (what with all that's happening) and just life in general.
I hope it turns out to be the opposite. I hope University, and my future career (and my friends') and my relationship with my family (which has taken a huge trip spiraling downwards--perhaps because of my antsy feeling that I need to GET OUT) will turn out for the better.
With my family, I'm going to try and see if distance will better the relationship--which is the exact opposite for my friends. I know the distance between me and my friends won't better our relationship--but, perhaps, it may give us time to think and relax, without all the pressures that friendship requires. And then, when we're ready to talk, and read the letters that come pouring from all sorts of places (Windsor, Nigeria, Canada...), we may be able to improve the bond, and/or just reflect on it.
I hope this year gives us time to relax , reflect, and just... improve us in the end.

V-Day

Okay, a lot has happened the past few month (and weeks).

Last weekend, my friends and I went over to our friend's birthday party, to just have fun. It was that night that I realized how different we all were. I mean, everyone had different interests, and just different lives, in general. It seemed as if we just couldn't find a topic that we could all relate to.
For example, I really wanted to talk to my friends a lot about what's been happening at school, and how one of my favourite courses, Writer's Craft was going. But then, I realized that some people were out of school, and they may be sensitive about that particular subject. So then I just stayed quiet, thinking of a lot of things to say, but unable to say them.
It's our last year in high school, so everyone is just... branching off in different directions. People are leaving, some are staying behind, and some... I don't what's going to happen.

We're lucky that we've known each other for a long time, enough that our friendship may be able to survive the long gaps of time in between. It's just going to be difficult (more so for some than for others) to retain that bond we had since grade 9, what with everyone just... going away.



On another note, today's Valentine's Day. Also called SAD (Single's-Awareness Day).

I just don't understand the judgment that people do to single people. I mean, there's that old saying that, even if a person is rich and healthy, and has great friends, he/she is going to die lonely because he/she's single.

It just doesn't make sense.

The (let's go with female for now) girl's sexy, independant, has a great career and awesome friends, and people think she's going to be a miserable old lady. I prefer to think that my friends will always be there for me--that my friends will be my family, and that's enough for me. I really don't want children, or a husband. I know for a fact that I'd be a horrible, careless mother--and not wanting to die alone is not a good enough reason for me to suffer through having 2.5 children, and being a soccer mom. God, that is my worst nightmare.

The divorce rate in North America is so high because of the stigma associated to being single. It's as if the married people want everyone to be miserable too. Misery loves company.

It's a fact that single people are at least three times more wealthy than their married counterparts.

I mean, I don't want to never have a relationship. Of course I want to experience something like that. And maybe I'll meet someone who I can actually stand to live with.
But, I don't want to marry just because I'm getting too old, or just because I'm "lonely."

Anyway, maybe it's just the bitterness of the modern century that makes me feel this way. The fact that today's my birthday doesn't help, either. You'd think I'd grow up to be some sickeningly sweet romantic or some such.
Thank God I'm not.