Sophomore Year week 1. I’M A TOTAL FRICKIN ROCKSTAR FROM MARS.
HAAAAIIIII GUUUUYYYZZZZ.
Dude, srsly, I MISSED this place. Summer took away all my bloggin time and I haven’t even written anything for the past 3 weeks. I feel really artistically unproductive these days, I don’t even know why.
So, sophomore year. Dear God, time does fly. It felt like an hour ago when I was like, “SHIT HIGH SCHOOL” and now I’m like, “LOL FRESHMEN.”
I don’t feel sixteen, though. I turned sixteen last June, and a few days before I joked with my mom and I said, “Yo bunda when I turn 16 could you buy me a ride?” and she said, “You got it.” Well, my sister reckoned it was real and she started yapping about how come I was getting my own wheels on my sixteenth birthday like those creeper chicks on MTV. But no, really, I DO NOT feel 16 at all. I’m not too sure why this matters a lot to me, but I dunno, I just can’t put my finger on the case. It’s like you’re served with a huge plate of the world’s finest lobster – still purple and steaming and all – but you have no idea what to do with it.
Honestly, I have no idea why people get so excited about turning 16. It doesn’t really make that big of a change.
Well, my dad did tell me this thing about my being a part of this generation called the iY (it’s pronounced eye-why) generation – kids who are born after 1990. Translation: dudes my age. And my dad said that this generation matured a little slowly. It’s got nothing to do with retardation or anything, it’s just that he said that these kids (including me) tended to act childishly. Maybe he got the idea of googling it up because I’ve said to him a few times that I felt like I wasn’t supposed to be as old as I was now. Dear God, dad, you just have to absorb and digest every single thing I say, don’t you?
Anyways.
SOPHOMORE.
Day 1 started off a little dimmer than expected. I was going for hugging everyone and all that, but turned out Irith had chickenpox (her first) and she’s still over in her hometown somewhere in Greece right now, which leaves me alone in our room, Ty was in a bad mood because she had her trip cut off by the sped-up start of the term (she was in Alaska-I felt for her), someone told me Aibara’s gonna spend the next year with us AGAIN (no, seriously, I hate that guy), James’s…well…James, and I was still really sleepy when I realized that all the good looking guys had all graduated. But it was fun though, we got to pick subjects instead of having all of them dumped shamelessly onto our laps without prior notice nor our approval. Here are my picks:
1. Alchemy.
2. Cryptography.
3. Latin
4. Ancient Civilizations (this sub PWNS)
5. Art and Art History
6. Astronomy
7. Cryptozoology
8. Weaponry
9. Literature
10. Mathematics (this is one of those ‘take it or die’ subs)
11. PE
12. Hermetic Science
13. Theriantrophical Ethics
14. World Myths and Legends.
I didn’t take up Necro because the teacher reckoned I wouldn’t pull through so they didn’t put that on my availability list when my mom went to my school to get my report card.
That time I was sitting on my compy, begging to God to let me get into sophomnore year. I was tweeting tupid stuff. Stuff about Young Guns. Flatliner, which is possibily one of the awesomest movies ever. And Kiefer Sutherland. Because he’s adorable.
Day 2 was a little better at first, but then I began shutting myself away for no apparent reason like I used to do back the days, and everyone had no interest in making me talk so I ended up slithering wherever I could stomp my feet on doing nothing. It was pathetic.
Day 3 was pretty good. The Realmers held a meeting and we talked about the school’s extracurricular expo on Friday, and we were assigned to our posts. I got the job of guarding the stand. So I did. Sort of. Someone was supposed to be signalling my friend whop was in a pentacle but the dude didn’t show u so I got the job of doing the signalling. I did that and I ended up looking like a jiggydancer. My friend came out alive though, but the freshmen didn’t take it as something fun, and we were PISSED.
The next three days came out alright. School began to conduct serious teaching (translation: actual classes), someone nearly throwed up when a classmate of mine actually cut his finger off during weaponry, and the school boards applied a new policy for flyers: “Limited aerial activities inside protection dome only.” Apparently the school put up this thing they call protection dome which is kind of like a force field created by magic. I guess they got that idea from either JK Rowling or Stephen King.
And there are new kids in my class; twins named Hakon and Heith (Hakon’s got this condition, as I have heard-he’s got two personalities, the other one which is a 9th century Viking warrior overtakes the real Hakon and changes him into a vandalistic, winethirsty maniac with ACTUAL SHIELDS AND A SWORD AND HELMET that come up outta nowhere; Heith, on the other ahnds, shares her body with some Nordic godess or something), and a young sorcerer from Texas (they don’t have that many sorcerers in the US so I gathered his parents were overwhelemd and were obnoxiously proud of him-6 hours after new term ceremony and a dude told me he got an ‘I Love You baby’ email from his ma) named Julius Banks. This year’s gonna be a pretty interesting one, I can tell you that.
DEAR GOD HARRY POTTER’S COMING TO AN END.
This movie, with all its beauty and deep philosophies and intriguing mysteries, has captured my heart since I was 6 years old. Growing up with the series, I never thought I was one of, ya know, them. Those people, my kind, who has the actual ability to do unimaginable things, extraordinary things. Harry Potter made me belief that I wasn’t the only one. He made me realize I wasn’t, and will never be, alone.
Simply put, most of the current me was shaped and forged its magic. Wow, we had a lovely childhood, didn’t we?
I’m not that sad that it’s going to end. My only regret is that I’m never going to go to some epic spasm before and after ordering a Harry Potter book at a local bookstore.
This year I made a pact that I’d be the best that I could ever be. I’m gonna fly better and higher, get great scores so my trash bin won’t be filled by scratched up test papers, I’m gonna get that place in The Falcon Hills Realmers Community. FHRC’s basically a community of nutjobs who are sick and tired of earth that we commence in voyaging over to other worlds. Kind of like trips across planets or realms or ley gates actually, which are real fun- and gravely dangerous.
Dang.
I’m alone.
You know how it feels olike beign alone?
it’s like you wanna talk but you’ve got nothing to talk to about. Hell ye ain’t even got no one to talk to. It’s excruciating. I’m going to explode.
I might wanna stop now because for some reason I feel like a sucker right now and the way I’m writing this doesn’t come to my appealing. I’m going over to the main common room and watch some movies with some dudes in ten minutes, then I’m going to start on Sons of Anarchy’s pilot episode, see if I’ll like the series.
Okay bye.
EDIT
Every fragment of this video beats everything I’ve seen and experienced this year.
Another thing I would like to point out is that Kiefer Sutherland has earned his place in my ever growing list of the mos adorable and hug-worthy men of all time, right next to Sam Worthington and Garrett Hedlund and The Winchester Bros.
