karatetentacles

a) I am still busy and stressed.
b) I think I need glasses. Everything farther than ten feet is really blurry and I have to squint. Lulz.
c) Everyone at my school is fantastically horny or something!! There was this kid I saw six times today, every time with his girlfriend. I recognized him/sort of knew him because he was in my Spanish class last semester but I still don't know him. But he and this chick were holding hands and standing without breathing room and being generally gross. At WPA (which holy crap was two weeks ago! I could have sworn it was yesterday!) there was this couple virtually having clothed-sex against a wall... awk. And just general couple-grossness. Is this left over from romantic Valentine's Day emotions or something? Also, people are dating ALL OVER THE PLACE! Myself included. But my friend Megan got with a guy, and Al Pal with Kris, and Luke and Kristina, and Avy and Jamie or something... what is this????

That's it.

I feel like no one really knows what's going on in my life anymore. I'm too busy living to try and explain what all is going on. So here's what's going on:

NEWSPAPER: Every other Wednesday is "deadline night." Which means I stay at school until 7 or 8 to finish my stories. I've written a feature on Qi Chen, my internet friends column, a news story on the Supreme Court ruling Citizens United vs the Federal Elections Commission, and, most recently, a boring story about teachers in my school district getting paid blah blah blah no one cares. The boring story caused me to be at school until 7 last night. Whoo.

FREELANCER: The literary magazine of which I am the editor blah. Money is probably still and issue, but we're focusing on actually making sure there will be an issue. I've been staying after school most nights working on it. It's time consuming, but will be worth it. And thank god I'm not alone.

STUCO: Student Council. I'm running for exec again this year. I lost last year. I told a speech about a stegosaurus. I've been bribing freshmen with candy. Voting just happened so I'll know the results after school tomorrow. I'm tremendously nervous. I have to win. Send good vibes my way! Also, I had a shadow from Blue Springs' Student Council today. She was nice, but didn't laugh at my "jokes," which was awkward. But then this other guy from Blue Springs seemed to understand my humor and we got along pretty well during lunch, so that's good. Hopefully next week I'll get to go to their school and shadow someone.

HOMEWORK: AHAP is eating my soul with insane amounts of reading. I should be doing more of my calculus homework, but I'm not. My grades are doing ok, luckily. I'm in NHS, at least. The induction ceremony is next week.

Somehow, I manage to go to sleep at 10 or 11 every night. I think it's because I'm just so exhausted I collapse without making sure everything is done, or rushing to get everything done. So I'm on the internet a lot less, which stinks, but is ok.

Love you, blogosphere. You're cool guys.

The complete guide to making everything as awkward as possible! Anyone can do it! All you need:

-- a high school
-- a lunch table with other people
-- a phone
-- a disappointing glare
-- inborn awkwardness!

1) Find a table in your high school's cafeteria that's already occupied. It's better if you recognize some of the people, so they have some idea who you are (trust me, it makes it even more awkward).

2) Listen to the friends at the table exchange tales of fancy and Friday night fiascoes. Don't ever enter the conversation. Act aloof, text, put on headphones without music playing, but always be listening and retaining information.

3) After each story, make a disappointing glare at the story's teller.

4) If the teller is looking around the table and makes eye contact with everyone at the table, wait until (s)he sees you and break the connection.

5) Look immediately at your lap, pull up your phone, and send a text to anyone. Make sure you have a sly grin on your face; that way the teller will think you are talking about him/her.

-- Mom walks in my room to wake me up.
-- Groan and go to sleep an extra 5-10 minutes.
-- Wake up, get dressed, pee, brush teeth.
-- Pack my backpack, put on shoes, walk downstairs, go to class.
-- School, where I sit and I learn and I absorb and I try to get those meaningless points to get that pointless A. Figure I don't really have to try that hard to get a B, that an 89.4 looks the same as a 79.5 once report cards come out, zone out for whatever the teacher's talking about.
-- Focus what little energy I have into stuff I actually care about: newspaper, FreeLancer, reading the books for English, AHAP, occasionally calculus, the rare chemistry worksheet.
-- Stay after school usually until 3:30, sometimes later.
-- Go home, nap, talk to people on skype, eat something, internet.
-- Homework.
-- Talk to people on skype
-- More homework.
-- More talking.
-- Sleep at 12:34.

what is that
that freaky thing
yes that's right it's a naked mole rat. ;)

so stressed, guys. if you care:

1) FreeLancer, the literary magazine of which I am a co-editor, is falling apart and I'm watching the pieces break. We're broke, have no submissions for the new issue, and interest is fading fast. Maaaah.

2) Can Drive is draining all my energy. So much work. So much stress.

3) Homework. Oh geez so much. Studying for calculus and reading entire chapters of American History in one night and having to read Grapes of Wrath and the Scarlet Letter and an "outside reading book" and a surprise Spanish test

4) I feel like I should be trying to keep up with my social life, or even my URL life, but I'm just not, and I'm ok with that, but I feel guilty not talking to people and stuff.

5) My phone was dead for almost a week before I got a new charger which really was not good because I felt bad enough not talking to people and so I was out of touch with a lot of people for a while which was not fun. Also it made it harder to manage my committee in StuCo.

6) I'd really, really, really like to have the ability to drive but I just have no time.

7) Mondays are always especially stressful. I get a lot of homework assigned those days and I volunteer at the library so after that I'm exhausted and have exaggerated amounts of work to do. /:

8) My room is still a fucking DISASTER. I need to clean it. I know it'll help clear my mind but I just... PRIORITIES. THEY SUCK.

The only thing keeping me sane is, ironically, NaNoWriMo. It's going pretty well. Need to get my count in for today. I'll do that now, actually.

Hope you enjoyed another episode of "Katy is a whiny pansyass."