Behind These Hazel Eyes.

The Blueberries Are Frozen: Obviously Global Warming Has Not Taken Affect Here.

After all the comments on global warming and it's existance were made I sat here thinking...well, what if they are right? What if it doesn't exist. And then I said, "Nah, why would teachers, parents, and government people lie to me?" So then I went downstairs tonight to get a snack. I wanted some blueberries, so I pulled them out of the fridge- and washed them- then went to put them in a bowl. -clink- I stared at the bowl. Dropped some more in...no sound. Then all of the sudden -clink- So I looked at it again. "What the heck?" It was then that I realized the awful truth! The blueberries were frozen solid.

So what I have learned is: Global warming is not affecting New York. The blueberries did not thaw. Had to suck on them for a few minutes to get them chewable.

Note. I believe in Global Warming. And all blueberries used in this that resemble blueberries living or dead, are purely...well, alright, they aren't fictional...because it really happened. But no blueberried were harmed in the making of this blog entry...although I ate them. Wonder if that hurt?

Whew I am excited.

My Name Should Be

Your name should be: Adrienne Meaning: Dark, Rich, Artistic

The quiz is here:http://www.quizilla.com/users...'m%20Renaming%20You!%20(Y our%20Name%20To%20Match%2 0Personallity)%20GIRLS%20 ONLY!!

Bring Back Real English.

Where did English go?!?! If I have to live through one more IM conversation that consists of "LOL" and "LMAO" and "ROTFL" I will kill someone. But not only do I have to live with it online, but there is a boy in some of my classes who actually says "L-O-L" when he thinks something is funny. Have we grown too dependant on shortened versions of words to even say what we mean anymore?

Pop culture is beginning to use words that don't even resemble the words they came from. I have a friend who find "naive" to be a "big word." This scares me. I don't claim to be all knowing, but my sister cannot spell easy words. My vocabulary list in English includes words which I learned years ago.

But that brings up the question: Am I just learning faster, or is everyone else just not learning anymore?

All I know is, the same kids who called me a freak in my younger years (which were full of obsessive reading) are the same kinds of people who are now asking me to help them understand their homework.

In my school we have a special help program for students with learning disabilities- that in itself is a fine and good idea. I think that it is wonderful that they get the extra time and attention that they need to learn. My problem is that these students, who get tests read to them, also get MATH TESTS read to them. What is up with that? How is it possible that reading numbers to a student will help them to better understand this test? If they can't do the math in the first place, or if they cannot read the numbers enough to fully grasp what they are being asked, how will they be able to do the required work- which they need to finish the problem?

I wish that we learned more in our English classes, I wish we had to read more for all of our classes, and I wish that "naive" would stop being considered a "big word." I mean, come on, it has five letters. My name is a bigger word then that. There are swear words bigger than that.

When exactly are people going to start speaking English again?

Color Scheme

Your Blog Should Be Purple

You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything. You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey. You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.

Rents Inconsistancies

I watched Rent for about the millionth time yesterday, and I found many things that didn't make sense. Maybe you saw it and thought so too. If not watch it and watch for these and a few of your own.

1) The answering machine in Mark and Roger's appartment/loft still has their message on it after the power was out all night. You know this because in a previous scene you see the power go out, and then the message kicks in when Mark's parents call the next morning.

2) That car. In the deleted scenes, when the song "Goodbye Love" is playing Mimi watched Roger get into his car. This car is different from the car he drives to Santa Fe- the one in the song "What you own."

3) He sells the car, keeping enough money to buy a guitar. He then has this guitar on the way back on a bus. Yet, when he plays "Your Eyes" for Mimi he has his old guitar back.

4) In "What You Own" Roger plays an electric guitar without plugging it in. He's outside in Santa Fe.

5) Joanne's top changes in La Vie Boheme. I have been informed that she had it on all along, but still, when does she take whatever is on above it off? You never see this. Nor do you seeher other clothes.

6) Angel's nails. They paint them for him in the hospital when he is dying, but in scenes in Mark's documentary they are painted the same color. When was he healthy with them painted? 

That's all I found for now, but I am going to watch it again (when I have enough to buy it) and look for some more. 

What exactly is it that you have to do?

I am completely and utterly ready to give up here. I have no idea what I have done wrong, what I could have possibly done to make my family (sans my sister and mom's mom) hate me.

Maybe hate is too harsh a word, but the truth is every family get-together becomes a time to bash everything about me. At our Father's Day dinner last weekend, my cousin, who is 15, sat on my head. When I started to cry (I was PMS-ing and exausted, but it really did hurt), he was told that it was not his fault, and that I had been in a bad mood when I got there. This was said, not by a child who needn't know better, but by my aunt, who is in her fourties. She told him this AFTER making fun of how I was hitting him when trying to get him off my face.

My sister, who is wise when it comes to calming, managed to get me giggling in a few minutes. I believe she said something about how my friends would read in the paper that a girl had died after being sufficated by a boy's butt. The point is not what she said, it's that she knew how to calm me down. And that she did a good job of it...until my Grandma came into the room to put her two cents in.

She asked me if he had really hurt me, and, trying to be nonchalant about the whole issue, trying to let it go, I said no. She then proceeded to tell me "Well, you shouldn't have acted like he did then. I would want an arguement to come between your aunt and your mother because you acted like he hurt you when he didn't." I made an indignant sigh sort of sound, which got me reprimanded as well, "I've had about enough of you," she said.

One would think that I am exagerrating, and I think, if it had only happened that one day, I would believe the same thing. But, it hasn't. It happens everytime. Sometimes in obvious ways, sometimes not so obvious ways.

The non-obvious ones are the most annoying, because I can't do anything about them, can't show I am upset over them, without angering my parents, grandparents, and aunt, and uncle. Today we (my sister, father, grandma and I) went out for lunch. She asked me what I want to do when I "grow up" as it was worded, and I said that I didn't know. Well I do, but I wasn't going to tell her, she makes fun of every idea I put out there. She then asked my little sister, who is 14, and she replied with baker. Which she has always wanted to be, and then she said maybe a teacher. My grandma asked her what kind of teacher, and she said "Fourth grade." My grandma told her she'd make a wonderful fourth grade teacher. Teaching. A job they told me I would be no good at, telling me I am overly critical, and that I would get fed up with students too easily.

I may not be sure of what I want to do in my life, but one thing I am sure of. I want to do it far away from my home. I want to go somewhere where I will NOT have to deal with their constant critisism, everyday.

Oh, and if you were interested, I would like to be a writer.

Well. About Me.

I realized that I should get all that "about me" introduction-like stuff out of the way.

I <3: Girls, Boys, Writing, Reading, Math, Arguing, Music, and Religion.

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