Names and Running

I say hi to people that I once used to see everyday in middle school. It is always the same reaction that they give to me. Tjey hesitate or stare off int o the distance without looking at you, waiting for you to remind them who you are. It's ridiculous, and every single time I meet a long ago classmate I tell them the wrong information which tricks them into saying that I'm wrong, and proving they know suffiecient information to prove me wrong. Disdain. Disdain....but back to the wearing pursuit of happiness. Today in cross-country I decided to say "hello friend" to everyone I pass. Joggers aren't a pretty sight to see...maybe a smile and a greeting to the people of the world will compensate for their appearance and loftiness.

High Schoolers

After joining the after school activity of cross country I have realized that high schoolers aren't that scary. Being flawlessly kind while keeping aloof deep inside will help me overcome the drama that wastes my time. High School is coming!

Movies Suck

There isn't much to do before school starts, so I watched some movies which goes agianst my principle of productiveness. The Hangover was boring; it was so unrealistic that it made me skeptical of small details making me into an unhappy smartaleck. The schoolteacher bachelor made me think of Seth Green in Entourage because they both sound and act the same. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince made me feel that the director was just trying to get all the details and quirky storylines into the movie. I did not appreciate the cutscenes where the camera would wander around the setting and magical animations would attempt to amaze the audience. Ron is a shallow character who can't see Hermione's lust for him and all the puppy love in the movie bores me. Especially since the puppy love makes talking awkward and choppy and the acting mundane. What is it with Harry's acting? It blows. I like Snape's acting though, but maybe it's easy for him because his character doesn't really do anything but talk with severity and stiffness. By now, people only watch Harry Potter because of the books. No wonder HP lost a star by the fifth movie.

The Plan

This blog is going somewhere. I'm feeling it.

High School is Preeminent in my Life

I live in Bellevue Washington. There are less than two weeks until I begin high school, and the posts on this blog will be mostly about school. I am unlike most people; my childhood was wasted on games and my middle school years on fiction. Because the games I played were always outdated and the books I read most not written for a teenage audience, my experience at school will likely vary from your experience. I will be as observant as I can in order to give you the experience of living high school again-this time through my eyes. Situations will be similar but the outcomes will differ. I seriously hope you get a kick out of reading my blog!

A Child's Perspective

Today I went to play tennis. I play tennis at Clyde Hill, an old elementary school I used to go to. So I was rallying on the wall when I saw the little hallways and steps in Cylde Hill. Some nostalgic memories got to me. When I was a small kid, I was really short so in school it would be a really fun adventure, with my imaginaton thats slowly fading away. Seriously, I remember when I could never be bored because I could alwas use my imagination and actually feel the emotions. So, walking around Clyde Hill's Campus which was designed kind of like a cool strip mall-I used to have adventures beyond comprehending. When it rained in elementary school I would just be with my friends hanging out while the rain was sheeting down two feet away-there were little roofs built everywhere. So you just get his sense of security and when you look out into the storm and start daydreaming it takes you places. I remember the feelings my colleages went through when I was in kindergarten and thats why we are so unpredictable. If we just watch a program on T.V. it could influence us a lot, and so thats why we're mean sometimes or selfish, or even errovocably generous. Being a child is like living in a constant imaginary heaven with your own world.

The Airplane Ride Back

My adventures from New York have been squeezed onto paper until there was only pulp to my eyes. So begins the airplane ride back to Washington. On the subway there I appreciated the heat as hard as I could for I knew in Washington it would be rainy and cold. There were some rude people on the subway yelling at each other and swearing in public. When we got one the plane, we started eating sandwichs halfway through the ride. My mom loves bagles but hers was a really bad breakfast bagel, while I had a mouth watering buritto. My mom kept making really big gestures to get the burrito. In the end "just one bite" turned out to be half the burrito. The leather seats are still comfortable. Before I knew it we were in Washington. The cold of Washington came over me and I shivered. I forgot what it was like to be cold in New York.