TheChickenNuggit's Journal 4/4/05 Hello. How are you? I'm doing okay. I'm doing pretty good. Viva la puerta! The really really really really really bad thing that's happening right now is my grades. I've got an N in English. I thought it was like a 59% or something, and if I did one thing it would bring me back to a B or something... But no. I have a 44% in there and I'm missing a bunch of assignments. I just finished the biggest one and I'm going to turn it in tomorrow. But the max points I can get on it is 80%, since it's late. Ugh. So even if I do all the missing work, I'll have a C if I'm lucky. It's the first time I'm actually hoping that my English teacher will give us a lot of homework, so that I can pull myself up to an A. There is 49 days of school left. A girl, a junior, in my math class said that. She has the whole countdown in her time tracker. She says she has junioritis. I drew her picture on my math paper when she wasn't looking. This morning I also drew a picture of a person in my writing class. I just learned how to draw good profiles last night at like midnight!! I can draw profiles now! And they actually look a little bit like the person I'm trying to draw. I'm so happy. I'm going to put them on my drawings page on this site. Ok.. the way I learned it was by looking at my Leonardo Da Vinci book, and I looked at some of his sketches of profiles and caricatures. And he had a cool little graph thingy. I actually hate graph thingies when I draw faces, because it takes so long and you have to erase it when you're done. But I actually did it, and it looked so good! So much better than how I usually do! The funny thing is, every time Leo shows me how to draw, my people all look Italian. There's this one drawing I made of a lady, but with my hairstyle. It looks like me, but with an Italian face. "Hamnation is back!" cheered the suckies. thechickennuggit 4/8/05 Tomorrow is my friend Stephanie's birthday. I'm in Focus class right now and the teacher is talking about the speech we have to do. I'm going to do a speech on executive secretaries. They're very cool. The speeches are due next Thursday. In Writing Workshop, we're having writing groups where each person brings a piece of writing, reads it aloud, then the others offer consructive criticism. It's pretty fun. So far I've brought my short story "Peanut Butter Toast" and today I brought a poem "The Eye of the Storm". I like my story, but I need feedback on it... my group wasn't sure what to say to change it. I definitely know that I need to edit it, though. I really need to start putting my stories on here on this website!! I suppose I should get to work researching for my speech now thechickennuggit 4/9/05 Holy frickin crap!! I've been working on this site for the past like five hours, and I worked on it last night, too. I finally made a show-worthy page for my stories and essays. And it's pretty, I think. I am so proud of myself. Now I can show people my stories a lot easier! And keep my sister up to date on the crazy stuff I write. Good good. I'm so happy. It's so satisfying. My eyes are glazed, though, from watching the screen for so long. I think I'm going to look at the keyboard while I type so I can rest my eyes. I've been listening to a huge playlist of all of the music on this computer. It's in randomized order. It's a nice surprise to hear songs I haven't listened to in a long time, like right now it's playing Good Charlotte. Sure, they're poppy, but they have great songs and it's nice to hear a little of them once in a while. As long as I don't listen to the whole dang CD. Wow I haven't eaten in a while thechickennuggit 4/12/05 Yesterday in English class, I checked my grade and it was still an N, 60%. I went after all my missing assignments and homework and did them and turned them in during the first part of class. Mrs. Peterson graded them pretty speedily and by the end of the class, I had an 81%. I was overjoyed. My grade will continue to rise. It better. Or else. I was very pensive today. Quiet and kind of sad. I just have those sorts of days and I can't control them... I hate that!! It was just a day that I needed to myself. I had yet another dream where I was in a grocery store. This time, I was at a stand where there were snacks and little knickknack toyey stuff and mini-mags. I had a lot of stuff I wanted to get, like lemon drops and some candy I'd never tried before that looked good, and also a mini-mag about healthy fruits. But the thing was, I was broke, and I needed to borrow money from someone else. So this morning, when I woke up, I was thinking about that dream... there were more parts to it, of course. And thinking about it, that's what made me late to get ready for school. My mom got mad. She threatened to not take me to R High School next year, and take me to CHS instead. The kind of weird thing is, maybe it was because I was thinking about my dream all day subconsciously or something, I sort of acted out my dream throughout the day. I borrowed money from Jessica to buy food from the vending machine because I was starving. When I got home, I read my big food book and read about apples and pears and onions. And I ate an apple at school and ate a pear at home. Why? Do I feel a need to make parts of my dream come true? That's stupid. Stupid. Dumb. I tried to call Keiser to try to get someone I can job shadow, but I couldn't. I called the wrong number and I couldn't find "Administration" of the hospital. I hate looking things up in that stupid little Keiser info booklet. I couldn't find anything. I hate the yellow pages, too. I can never find the information I'm looking for. I have a hard time with those, but I'm good at state reading tests... it's so messed up. I'd like to see a psychiatrist... thank you. thechickennuggit 4/20/05 Today is 4-20. Not that it affects me. There were the desks with "4-20" marked on the surface in pen, there were grinning guys talking about pot, there were my friends talking about statistics of people that have tried pot and weird ways to ingest it, like marajuana tea. Marajuana tea. See, I would try that if it wasn't so harmful and addictive as they say. My mouth tastes like Taco Bell potatoes thechickennuggit 4/22/05 Bright darkness all over the landscape, grey clouds, soft rain, and electric sky. Not a friendly place, nor a specially hostile place, this is a setting of death. Quiet death and rebirth of all life. This is a holy time. Stand outside and breathe the morphing earth. This is a holy time. See and smell the dying plants, watch it all come back in vibrant unreal pigments. Do not stay out too long, however, for you can become part of the cycle. Watch closely and sponge up as many details as you can before you must come back inside to safety. This is the quiet before the storm. This is only a quiet storm. I love spring. But it's rainy and grey and cloudy... but still bright. It's just weird and creepy. Shivers! :D I'm going to make Petra-in-Germany a mixed CD and send it to her. Yay Petra! thechickennuggit 4/25/05 Today is Monday. I was again stupid last night. I was stupid because I stayed up until 1:30 am doing homework, and I had been working on the same almost-done project since 10 pm, and I just kept being distracted by stuff and so I had to sacrifice time for sleeping and I am paying for that now. So stupid stupid stupid. I wish I would just get to sleep earlier. Even when I plan to go to sleep especially early, I always find something vital that I have to do and then find myself saying, "Holy crap it's 1 am!" and then the next morning I'd get up late and have minimum energy for the whole day. I had PE this morning, where everyone was talking about the bowling permission slips. I turned mine in last week, so I got in. So I get to go bowling with 39 other people for 1st period instead of having PE. Whoo. At lunch I hung out with Emily and her friends, which was interesting. There were a couple garbage cans close to where we sat, and all these little gnatty fruitflies kept buzzing around us. I really don't like those little teensy flies, flying in big crowds. I like the big black flies, sometimes. I like them in the summer when I'm bored, and there's some trapped inside the house. I would get a glass jar or small vace and a piece of paper, and try to catch them inside the jar, and then I'd look at it for a while then let it free outside. Those flies are fun. I remember one fly that I couldn't catch, and it kept zooming all around all the rooms in the house, and wouldn't stay still enough for me to put the jar over the surface it was on. I named her Mable. I think she died. At Global Studies I finally turned in my Vocabulary of Hate book. I hope I have an A. I think I do. We saw a short video about how horrible the Holocaust was. Then we read a book called Night, a narrative about a survivor of the Holocaust, showing how horrible the Holocaust was. I actually saw the school play "Anne Frank" on Saturday with Amanda Panda, and it was also about how horrible the Holocaust was. But even before alllllllll of those I knew that the Holocaust was really really horrible because I went to the Holocaust Museum in Washington DC... even before that I knew it was horrible. My point is, I'M SICK OF LEARNING ABOUT THE HOLOCAUST and I want to use my time learning about other things that I need and want to learn about, for example the brain. So I can become a neurologist. We read in English class too. We got to pick out a short story from the big green textbook'o'literature, and then we were going to start writing an essay about it, analyzing the story and stuff. There were a few stories I was interested in reading like "The Cask of ???illo," and "And She Laughed," but I read "The Scarlet Ibis." I liked the story as soon as I read the title. It's such a great title. I'm not sure why I love it so. But I read it, and it took me the whole period to read it, and I finished it right when the bell rung for the end of the last period of the day. Everyone around me was zipping up their backpacks and leaving. But the story was so incredibly sad, and I sat there, blinking, using my eye muscles to push the water back into my brain. I love the story. It's so sad. I don't know why but I've started loving sad stories recently. Yesterday my mom took me to Lloyd Center because I wanted to get a CD. She dropped me off and went to a meeting, giving me three hours to shop for my CD. My list of CDs to get was on my arm, and it said "System of a Down" "A Perfect Circle - Mer de Noms" and "Chevelle - This Type of Thinking Could Do Us In". I went straight to Sam Goody, but they didn't have any of them except for Chevelle which cost $19.99. So I went to FYE and they had a better selection. They had used CD's, too. I found a used copy of Mer de Noms which was $10, and a new one that was $17... so I bought the used one. It was just fine. Then I accidentally bought $12 worth of candy. Another stupid stupid stupid mistake of mine. I went into a Sweet Factory wannabe place, and decided to get some candy for old times sake. I filled up my bag to what I thought might be a pound, which turned out to be a pound and a half, and... well, I had to buy it. So I did. I was so mad at myself. I'm not going to let myself buy anything more than $1 for the next six months. Ha! That'll teach me. I love humans I love air I love water I love earth I love the life all around us. thechickennuggit HOME+++ABOUT ME+++JOURNAL+++MY DRAWINGS SEND DREAM+++STORIES+++LINKS+++GEMSTONES
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