Sick Day

I'm not really sick. I'm pretending to be sick. Although I'm not lying and telling people I'm sick. So I suppose I'm lying to myself. In any case, I'm taking a sick day. Nothing's actually wrong with me, I'm just having one of those days where I just don't feel like doing anything. It started last night. I came home from a friend's house around 2 am, and I sat down on my couch with every intention of staying up all night, so that tonight I might actually go to bed at a human hour. But the next thing I know, I'm waking up on the couch at 11:30am, and my computer is telling me that the Netflix player has "timed out" and I need to refresh the buzzer. So I thought, what the hell. Today will be my off day. So all I'm doing today is sitting on my couch and watching Dexter on my laptop, texting my would-be boyfriend.

It's a good day.

-M.

Holy Crap!

All of those times that I complained about the IB program...all of that work that tested every inch of my sanity...it finally paid off! I got my IB diploma! 26 points in all!

I didn't get any points for my extended essay or my TOK essay, but that's okay, because I knew they were crap anyway. Hahaha. But I got a 5 in History! I thought I would get a 3 in that class, because I didn't do so well in the class (mostly B's in the class and C's and D's on the tests). But I guess I bullshitted well enough on the IB exam that I got a 5! Ahh, the powers of BSing.

Oh, and on a slightly related note, I got a 5 on my AP Psychology exam! I'm so happy about that one, because that was the exam that mattered. If I didn't do well on that exam, then my plans for the future would probable be shot. The cool thing about it was that I actually had fun while taking the exam. It was enjoyable to me! Haha I guess that's a sign that I'm going into the right profession, eh?

-M

Whatever...

I'm not gonna finish my Forks bloggings. Lol. Mostly because I'm lazy.

But...here's an update on IB-ness: CAS stuff has been turned in, though I still have a couple forms to turn in to my coordinator by next week. I talked to her, and even though everything was due, like, two months ago, she's fine with it. She's behind on the paperwork anyway, so it's not like it matters. XD

My IB art exam is done! Yay! No more art stuff! It went really well, too. The examiner really liked my photography- she kept on complimenting the angles, the lighting, the composition, everything. She said, "I have a feeling that with you, you just point, click, and the pictures just turn out amazing. Is that right?" Sheepishly I replied, "Yeah, kinda." HA! I wonder if points would get taken off because of that...probably not. Though she didn't ask me about all of my projects, and I did wonder about that, but my art teacher said not to worry about that. She listened to the whole thing and she said that I did a great job. That made me feel a bit better.

So that's two IB exams down, four to go. I have English, Biology, Spanish, and History left, as well as an AP Psychology test on May 12th, but I'm not too worried about that one. I have an A in the class (right now) and Psychology is sort of my thing, so with some studying I should get a pretty good score on my exam. I'm very worried about Spanish, History and Biology, though. I'm studying with some friends for the Bio test and attending Spanish and History review sessions, but I feel like it's not enough. I need to do more studying! Grr. I hate History and Spanish so much though...they're both so boring and confusing at the same time, and I can never remember anything in either of the classes. It's a wonder that I have a B in History. I'm not too surprised that I have a C in Spanish, though. It's those homeworks that I keep on losing. I need to get more organized. I think that if I study enough for Bio, I should be okay. I don't mind that class, now that I have a competant teacher, even if I am getting a C. It's a high C, though, and I'm fairly confident that I can bring it up to a B in a short amount of time. Especially since now we're entering the behavioral part of the curriculum, and that's when stuff blends over into Psychology. Excellent. ^_^

The year is coming to a close. I've been accepted to the one university that I applied to (which made me extremely happy), and graduation is a little more than a month away. My IB days are numbered.


-M.

Victoria and Forks Part 2

Okay, I know that I should continue with this even though nobody's reading, so here goes. (Bear with me, 'cause it's been a couple months and I may forget stuff.)

The next morning we drove down to the docks to get on our first ferry boat of the day (we were to take two). Even though there were signs EVERYWHERE for the docks, we just could not find the entrance to the ferry boat! It was insanity!
We eventually found our way through treacherous Seattle and arrived at the dock with plenty of time to spare.

Now, it would make sense, wouldn't it, to have a ferry that goes directly from Seattle to Victoria, right? But of course they had no such boat. So we had to take a ferry to the upper regions of Washington, drive for two hours, arrive in Port Angeles, and get on another boat to go to Victoria! So much driving and traveling in one day. As you can probably guess, we were exhausted. My friend and I slept most of the way there.

We were both excited to see the famous mountains of Washington! Truthfully, it was one of the main reasons we went up there. However, again, we couldn't see them through the thick layer of clouds hanging low over our heads. How dissappointing...

Once we got to Port Angeles, though, we could see the mountains! And they were truly glorious!

But of course the first time we see the mountains was the day we were leaving Washington to visit Victoria.

Victoria is a truly beautiful city. Even the office buildings have grace! Any normal day in Victoria would be awesome, but the day we arrived in Victoria was Canada Day, and everybody was celebrating.
I have lived near D.C. all my life, and I have to say, I have never seen such celebration on a national holiday. EVERYBODY had some sort of Canadian flag on them, and it was out of place to see a house without the red and white. That night the Paliament building was lit up, a stage was set up for a rap star to preform (I kid you not), and the air was positively electric.

Earlier that day, we visited the docks where two certain sea creatures lived and entertained...

They were so cute. ^_^

That's all for today (sorry it isn't much, but I'm kinda sick and can't remember anything).

-M.

Seriously, People.

Okay, so. I read Breaking Dawn, the fourth and (possibly) last book in the Twilight series. While reading it, I noticed that it was a bit different than the others, but I realized that not only have the characters completely changed throughout the book, but that after a couple years, a writer's writing style tends to change, if ever so slightly. It was different, but it was good. Hell, it was better than good, it was EXCELLENT. I'm not just saying that because I'm a Twi-hard, or anything, I'm saying that because Breaking Dawn brought up subjects that we had not thought of before, and dived head-first into them. They may have been subjects that we weren't entirely comfortable with, but Stephenie Meyer did it with such finesse that anyone reading it would have been bewitched with just the words alone.

Which is why this morning, when I logged onto a certain chatroom, I was shocked and dissappointed to find that 75% of the people I talked to hated the book! I was disgusted! Many people were saying that the Twilight saga was killed after Breaking Dawn. They were telling their friends to stop reading after Eclipse.

I'm just...there are no words for how sad I feel. I feel let down by my fellow Twilighters. No, in fact, I don't really consider those people Twilighters anymore. I'm dissappointed in those people.

-M.

Victoria and Forks, pt.1

Okay, so, I said I would post about my trip to Forks, and so I'm doing that now.

On the plane going to Seattle, it was devil-child central. Both on the first plane and the plane connecting from Kansas city to Seattle. I counted no less than four screaming children located on each plane. Six. Freaking. Hours of that crap. Thank God for mp3 players, right? I'm sure Breonna was having a blast. (She's a friend of mine who went with me.)

Well, by the time we got to Seattle, we were exhausted. We just wanted to see the mountains, get to our hotel quickly, and go to sleep. But of course it wouldn't work that way, would it? When we were driving from the airport to the hotel, we were searching the horizons for those beautiful Olympic mountains. No such luck. There was a solid wall of clouds and smog that obstructed the view of the spectacular mountains. I was really dissapointed because I wanted Breonna to see the mountains. But we would see them later, so no worries.

When we were finally in the city, we had trouble finding our hotel. The GPS was acting up, of course. The one time you rely on it, it malfunctions. It took us down roads that led in the opposite direction of the hotel, led us to empty warehouses, and told us to go down roads that didn't exist. Eventually, we made it to the hotel and once we were there it was fine. As soon as we pulled up, the concierge opened our doors for us, took our bags up to our room for us, and parked the car for us. (They even checked in for us!) It was awesome. I felt like an important person. Like a diplomat, or a powerful mob boss or something.

We had finally gotten to our room, and we immediately hopped into the comfortable beds to sleep, for we had to get up early the next morning. Breonna and my mother fell asleep immediately, but because there's obviously something wrong with me, I could not fall asleep. I lay awake for hours, until finally I was so tired that my mind just shut down. Of course, in the morning, I was dead tired.

More of my trip in a bit. I still have to hunt down my pictures. ;-P

-M.

CAS madness

AH! I desperately need to fill out CAS forms for this summer! I only have, like, 9 hours, which means I need 141 more hours! (seems excessive, doesn't it?) *sigh* I don't have much more to say...sorry.

-M.