I\’m Right

Where ‘Awkwardness’ is the name of the game. Or just the story of my life.

A Worthy Opponent May 15, 2007

Filed under: Bitterness,creatures,Life,Mythology,Randomness — alwaysbri @ 8:23 pm

I applaud you, David of Troy, and Troy of Troy. Your efforts were valiant. I take my bow, and acknowledge defeat. I was pretty much pwned. My mythology dominating days are a thing of the past, and I will live out the last 3 weeks of my life in ancient Greece coming to terms with the fact that I was conquered by Trojans.

I just remind myself that while they may have won the battle, they lost the war. The Trojan one. And fell for the whole wooden horse thing. So there. Makes me feel a little better. The end.


Senior Paper Gone Wrong. (Or is it Right?) April 9, 2007

Filed under: Bitterness,Deep Moments,Karate,Life,Mr. Darcy,Mythology,Reflections — alwaysbri @ 8:03 am

 High school has been a very interesting experience. I have learned many things, ranging from the trivial and insignificant, to the serious and important. I’ve learned life lessons, painful realities, and cool handshakes. Even though I’ve been in high school for only a short three years, I feel that it has prepared me to become the person I want to be in the future, cynical, intelligent, sarcastic, and incredibly good looking.

First of all, let me say that I’ve learned some interesting things. I found that the computers in the back of the library have Firefox installed. I found that standing by the front doors and yelling causes a domino affect. I found that naming a sheep Killer is not accepted among the ancient Grecians, or even those who just think they live in ancient Greece. I found that Chemists respond negatively to family time, and that balancing equations is only as hard as it is to someone who can’t do it. I found that I shouldn’t probably give people as hard of a time as I do, but that it is pretty darn fun. I’ve learned important lessons. Don’t expect people to know you are joking, or appreciate a sense of humor. In law, the word “tort” does not refer to a delicious dessert. These lessons have stuck out in my years in high school as amusing eye openers. These pretty much have nothing to do with anything except a silver lining to the painfully long days, but nonetheless, I had to say them.

Back on track, I have learned a lot of meaningful, book/informational, information. I have learned a ton about history, writing, math, etc. I really do like to be a smart person, so though I may complain about all of the work, I really am grateful that I learned most of the stuff I have. I still don’ t see the merit to poetry, but I suppose one can’t expect to learn everything in high school. This is where the intelligence came in. Somehow, without realizing it at the time, I learned how to diagram sentences, balance chemical formulas, speak clumsy Spanish, and write good essays. I am glad i learned most of this stuff, though I am the first to say that there was a lot that I learned that I will never find useful or interesting in any way shape or form. But hey, it makes me feel smart to add it in to daily conversations.

I developed my cynicism through various experiences and situations, mostly through witnessing stupid people doing stupid things. This was an everyday occurrence, and at some point, you start to lose faith in the human race. You can only see so many cheerleaders and their quarterback boyfriends, emos and their bad attitudes, and skaters who badly need belts before you question the sanity of those around you. Luckily for myself, I also have some really amazing friends to keep me out of the insane asylum, at least for now. Friends are an essential commodity when going through high school, and I have the best. These are the friends that listen to your complaining, be cynical with you, and then correct your whining when it gets to be too much. These pals counteract the stupidities, and reassure me that there is some hope. In a sense I think they’ve furthered my cynicism, as most of them are cynical themselves, but I love it. We complain about the painful realities of society, and then we take faith that we will never become them. Without this venting, I would have long ago been deemed insane.

My sarcasm, I believe, comes from years of having to laugh at myself. I was quite clumsy at a time, I must admit. I said dumb things and tripped over my own feet. I became quite good about laughing about myself, which I think is a good quality to have. Only when you’ve laughed at yourself can you start to truly enjoy laughing at others. This is pretty much the way I live my life. Being sarcastic can sometimes get you into trouble, but when used right, is absolutely amazing. I have a feeling that even if I wanted to stop being sarcastic, which I don’t, but even if I wanted to, there is no way I’d be able to give it up. It is just too fun. Sarcasm also has it’s advantages. I have been known to say things and then change my mind later. This is never good, since I have things like, “If I ever like him, just smack me,” and, “I will never be a procrastinator.” Both of these situations have changed, and luckily for me, I can claim that I was being sarcastic at the time I said them, and no one is the wiser. Yet.

I’m not really sure when I became incredibly good looking, all I know is that I am. Just kidding. See, that was a demonstration of sarcasm. Wasn’t that fun? Yes. We love sarcasm.

I’ve learned things that are trivial and meaningless. Molly’s locker number, where the library is, and who to talk to if you can’t find a book. I’ve learned many things that I didn’t want to know. I learned who the druggies were and who fails all their classes, who doesn’t know any words that aren’t cussing and who talks about you behind your back. I also learned who to trust, who to look up to, and who to ask when I need help on my homework. I’ve had some interesting experiences, some involving large explosions, sunburns, and car type things. I learned how to waste time. The lovely world of the internet has opened up many things… I’ve also listened through my whole library of itunes, around 1500 songs, approximately 30 times in the last year, and I’ve drank countless Diet Cokes, to many to even guess at. Which is kind of painful.

All in all, I wouldn’t trade the last three years. I don’t like going to school, and I don’t really think I ever will, but it was the things outside of school that made my highschool years a good time. I got my black belt, learned to snowboard, made lasting friends, learned how to drive, learned how to not drive, fallen asleep way too late, and learned why I feel compelled to look at the clock at 11:11. Even though school wasn’t the highlight of these last three years, it has fueled my cynicism, my sarcasm, and my intelligence. Now I am a senior, and a year early no less, and I am pretty terrified to be leaving the high school that I have come to know and… know. But I’m excited at the same time. Time to go make a difference, I hope, and time to refine all of the skills I take pride in. And get rid of the pride I take in them.