How long, how long must we sing this song?

I've become increasingly frustrated with all the complainers in my life. Recently, a "friend" was whining to me about how her parents hate her because of the way she dresses, how she'll subsequently disobey everything her parents tell her to do, how she doesn't believe in God because God doesn't believe in her, and oh! How no one loves her [she's gleaned this assessment from the fact that she can't keep a relationship going for more than a few months]. And recently, on the glorious Facebook, this particular girl posted a note that was a list of things that one could own/have done to see if you were "Ghetto", "Average Teen", "Upper Class", or "Snobbish Rich Kid". Her score of things was a 35, I believe, falling into the "Average Teen" category. When I filled this list out, I got a 19, and was therefore classefied as "Ghetto". Now, I am not poor, nor am I disadvantaged, I just haven't been on cruises or met a celebrity or owned my own computer/TV/Pool.
My main point is, this girl really has no right to complain about her life when she isn't bad off at all in comparison to many others. I doubt HIGHLY that her parents actually hate her for her copious amounts of eyeliner or snakebite peircings, and it wouldn't kill her to change some stuff so her parents didn't "Hate" her. If she was truly concerned that her parents hated her, she would change. It took everything I had to not roll my eyes and laugh in her face when she announced her resolute desicion to rebel against her parents, because that's jsut so typically, disgustingly immature. Her poor, poor parents. Her philosophy of "God doesn't believe in me" just angered me. I'm not terribly religious, but I was raised Catholic and I know my fair share of theology. Who is she to accuse God of not caring about her? Why is she so important that she's the ONLY one who God doesn't love? And how is she to know what God thinks of her? Heck, if she claims to not believe in the existence of God, how can she say God doesn't believe in her? And no one LOVES her? Okay, so you can't keep a boyfriend. That doesn't mean no one LOVES you. Eat some ice cream, watch a romantic comedy, and get over it!
It just bothers me.
People need to be grateful for what they have and stop making such far-fetched cries for ill-deserved attention.
While I realize that this girl may be very maladjusted, that does not excuse her from being obnoxious about it.
Okay. Now I'M bordering on being a complainer, so I'll jsut stop there.
Arrivederci.

Tangerine trees and marmalade skies.

As I said previously, I've re-made this here bloggy blog in an effort to "grow up" a wee bit. Also in an effort to not have a seizure every time I blogged.
Here I am, sitting in English 11 AP, doing basically nothing having finished penning my memoirs. Around me are the sounds of innumerable restless voices. I am twirling in my spinny chair and doodling pictures of stars on the back of the quiz we just got passed back.
For lunch I had cold veggie pizza and an apple that looked like it had been touched up with cheap lipstick.
I think I have the flu.
I am currently eating one of those lifesaver mints that sparks when you bite it really hard. That always worried me a little, because food is not supposed to light up [in my humble opinion.]
I am listening to two girls talking about the upcoming swim season, several boys in the back loudly discussing how awesome some band from 1978 is, and the mechanical hum of the computer.
We got our school pictures back today, and I look surprisingly tolerable, except for some random janked up curl sticking up off my head.
I'm having guilt issues because I bought a plastic bottle of water today.
I still have a bucket load of Music Theory homework to do.
There is little more to report.

-What do you call cheese that isn't yours? -- NACHO cheese!

School's been busy, which is why I've been such a bad girl and not written in a while. What with the intolerably, utterly, ridiculously huge mounds of AP US history notes I've had to take, the lengthy Latin translations, and confusing compositions due for music theory, I've not had a whole lot of free time on my hands.
Also choir has been slowly eating at my soul with its very cliche medlies about world peace. Major thirds can only be used so much in an attempt to harmonize, my dear music arrangers...sheesh.
In other slightly more splendid news, The quails are getting bigger! Antoinette has developed light brown stripey feathers, Maude is turning a very pretty lavender shade of grey, Sufjan is almost black but with blue tints when he's in the right light, and Flip is still very very blue n' ginger. They still are a bit scared of me, but will now eat out of my hand.
Let me see, what else... Oh, on the 14th I will be auditioning for two plays: The first,our old favorite The Sound of Music. I'm planning on auditioning for either Leisl or Frederic, depending on the amount of prepubesent boys that try out. The second is entitled Rumors, and it's about a dinner party. That's all I know about it as of now, but there's a character who's description is nothing more than "A bundle of nerves". Nervous characters are always fun to play..
On a diferent note, all the allegedly depressed scene kids who are infilterating my territory are grinding my last nerve into irked little shreds.
I am cold, I am sleepy, I love nacho cheese, and there is little more to say. I must away, I still have to finish my blasted homework.

Side note: For those of you who actually look at this blog [anyone? anyone out there??] I've changed it, because the whole red n' purple scheme I had going on was giving me a little bit of a seizure every time I saw it. So. Plus I think mayhap I should mature this a little bit, to reflect more of myself and less of my mid-sophomore-year self. For that self was not a very splendid self...

Live on, Death Cab!

Life has alternated between me loving music theory, oatmeal, and poetry, and hating 500 mile differences, AP U.S. History, double flats and sharps, and 500 mile differences again. Music Theory has been the only class I'm both good at and enjoy thus far, though choir is actually tolerable. I've become increasingly depressed about the fact that the guy I love happens to live 500 miles away [he's driving to Massachusetts for school as we speak]. It is rather unfun thinking that I have yet to see him face to face. Meh.
On a much happier note, I got my quails! Sufjan, Flip, Antoinette, and Maude are utterly adorable. The two males [Sufjan and Flip] are both bluish, with ginger underbellies and white faces, and Antionette and Maudie are both a dusty greyish brown/red color. They make adorable little laughing noises and like to hop. So far I've almost gotten Antoinette to not be afraid of me. Huzzah.
I've also written 5 more poems and 3 melodies. I feel deliciously creative. This is quite an accomplishment seeing as I've been spending my week taking notes for US History and doing basically nothing else. I've about 5 front-back pages thus far, and still need to cover the essay questions. But I think it will go well. Here's hoping.

"I wish the world was flat like the old days, and I could travel just by folding a map. No more airplanes or speed trains or freeways, there'd be no distance that could hold us back."

Gott helfe dir wenn du die Sonne noch siehst...

Well. School, that fickle, fickle requirement for us young'ns has begun. Right now I'm not too worried about my classes, they shouldn't be too dificult [and, having said that, I am jinxed.]. On Maroon days [we operate on a block schedule; our school colors are maroon and gold] I have Honors Algebra II [Eh. The teacher is good, I've heard, and I've never been too awful at Algebra], Choir [The director is, as per usual, utterly insane], English AP [The class should be easy, the teacher walks like a t-rex, and my ex boyfriend is in it. Peachy.], and U.S. History [Teacher is lovely, all the notes we have to take aren't]. Then for Gold days, Ethnic Studies [Teacher is reputed to be wonderfully mad, but I think I may switch out and take another science class], Music Theory AP [Which I did not fail at, other than not knowing what an alto clef looked like! Plus I have many friends in it], Latin II [Good class. Not so good that I had to switch out of theater to fit it into my schedule. Also not so good that my ex is in this one, too.], and then Honors Chemistry [I've heard the teacher is a total moron, but she seems nice]. So. Not to great, especially having to drop theater, but not awful either.
In other news, I grew out my fingernails and ate some great pesto.

~~~~~~~~ >O ~~~~~~~~~ swim ,fishie, swim!

Good God, Faiz, I haven't written in half an eon, have I? Very very sorry, my loyal followers.
Here we go. Snippets of my existence since last post:
--Beauty and the Beast! AAH! It went very very well, if I do say so myself. I had bunches of fun being everyone's favorite teapot, and so many people came to see it! Not to mention our amazing cast parties, invloving lots of random singing and dancing on top of waterfalls.

-- ZE KAHWAILS! My little quaily babies are growing at an alarming rate. Still as adorable as ever. I decided to name mine Antoinette, Flip, Sufjan, and Maude.

-- Emily's Downtowning with Meeb! My aunt and I took downtown B-town by force last weekend. After getting some rather fantastic coffee, we got art supplies, records, fun pins, and a blond wig, of all things. And I must say, I was never meant to be a blond. Good times, good times.

-- Things I love right now: Jane Eyre, Sufjan Stevens, comic books, safety pins, red lipstick, Abraham Plato, quailies, saying "HUZZAH!" and pesto.

Tale as old as dirt, Belle is such a flirt...

Okeee Dokee, loyal followers. Random bits of my life:
* I have grown to adore three things as of late: The Who's "Tommy", which is even more remarkable than the last time I listened to it [in 9th grade], grilled summer squash, and walking everywhere.
* I've hit the oh-so special 2-week mark in my long-distance relationship thing. How magical :/
*Beauty and the Beast rehearsals have been crazy. My left arm is getting super buff from having to hold it in a teapot-spout position for an extended period of time, I've had to carry the entire soprano one part by myself since I'm the only person [besides the girl who plays Belle] who can sing anything above a high "G". Bleh. We've had a bunch of fun being whacked out enchanted objects. Beatwaffle!
* MY QUAILS HATCHED! I'm now the proud mommy of 12 baby button quail, along with my friends other Emily and Betsy, and MAN, are they adorable. The quails, not my friends...though, they're pretty cute too ;]
* I'm growing out my chronically-bitten fingernails!
* Our TV now picks up another channel, so now I can watch M*A*S*H* reruns!

I'd say that's about it... Oh, and I've written some more poems. I might post them later.