A Rant on Texting...

I hate texting. Hate it. Did I respond too fast? Did I not respond fast enough? Why does it take five effing hours to reply to a text? Is this person going to know that I'm just being sarcastic? Do you think they can tell? Oh God, is that too telling, does he know I like him now? WHY WON'T YOU PICK UP THE BLOODY PHONE AND RESPOND TO ME???? God. Calling people on the phone is just so much easier. There's no time for over-analyzing what you just said because the person on the other end of the line is already responding to whatever it was that just spilled out of your brain. Sure, phone calls can be awkward when you catch the person at a bad time, like when their parents are fighting or they're with their boyfriend or their little brother just spilled applesauce all over the couch and now they have to clean it up while watching said little brother at the same time to make sure it doesn't happen again somewhere else. But despite that, a phone conversation gets the point across so much more quickly, and so much more clearly. I mean, honestly. How many times have you sat watching your phone for hours, practically praying that it lights up and pings at you to let you know that you have a text? How many times have you sent something really sarcastic and then re-read it and noticed that if not read in a very specific tone of voice, the message could most definitely be taken the wrong way, and then started wondering if that's why the person hasn't bloody responded for five bleedin' hours? It's so frustrating, like what is possibly keeping you from having a normal conversation with me for more than five minutes? Or then, they respond within five minutes, and then you respond within five minutes to their message, and then they don't respond for the rest of the day until nine o'clock at night when by that time you've practically forgotten that you were even having a conversation with them in the first place! It irritates me to absolutely no end.

Rushed...

So, in October, my best friend, who is freaking out about college already even though we're only sophomores, dragged me to this college fair at the local community college, where there were at least 300 high schoolers, easy, milling around, looking at colleges, getting information, blah blah blah. Then in November I took the PSAT and, well, I must've gotten a good score because now, good Lord I'm getting at least an email an hour from college admission offices...I gotta say, it's kind of freaking me out. I mean, should I be answering these people? Should I start worrying about college now, with just two and a half years left of high school? I mean, how do I even figure out what I want to do with my life? My favorite thing in the world is to read, and, well, ha, I don't think that's going to get me very far in life...I just don't know. My best friend would be over the moon about this kind of thing, but I'm fear-frozen inside, like I'm being rushed into something I'm not ready for...I don't know what to do, and I'm not necessarily asking for advice, but, I mean, I'm just sayin'...

So...

So I've started running. Just by myself, through the neighborhood, everyday. It's nice. It's nice not to have to talk to anyone, to pretend, even if it's just fifteen minutes. "Are you okay? Is something wrong?" "No, I'm fine, really, I'm fine; I'm just tired." Gah, that is so annoying to have to repeat over and over again, the only variation the way I say it or the way I phrase it. So it's really, really really nice not to have to say it and just be sad or mad or annoyed or whatever without having to pretend. But anyway. I just wanted to say that I've been running lately and that it's really nice and that I hope all of you are having a WONDERFUL summer. :)

Storytime...

It has so not been since DECEMBER that I wrote...that is just wrong and I wanna apologize right here, right now. I guess that doesn't make much sense, does it? I mean, I guess I could apologize some other time, but any other place? Yeah, not so much. Anyway. Finals are coming up next week...it's really hard to believe that my first year of high school is almost over...where does the time go? Well, I guess that's just the way it is with everybody. But anywho. What can I tell you about my first year as a freshie? Hmmm...ooh! I was in the brother school of my school's (I go to an all girls school) play, which opened April 26th, and ended the 29th. It was pretty awesome, if I do say so myself. Not because of me though, but because the leads were all seniors and of course, were all super-di-duperty awesome singers. Like, AMAZING singers. And that whole experience was really fun. I met all these new people and made all these new friends, and, yeah. I would definitely advise trying out for your school play, if it does one, that is. Even if you're an introvert, you don't have to actually be in the show, you can be part of the stage or tech crew. But you will have so. much. fun. Promise. Anyway, fast forward to last Friday, and we reach my school's Spirit Day (kinda late, I know, but I didn't pick the date), which we, being wimpy freshmen who APPARENTLY don't know how to play dodgeball (dodgeball. hey, here's a tip: if you wanna get anywhere in the game, you actually have to THROW the ball at the other team...shocking, right?) at ALL, lost. But, apparently the seniors win pretty much every year so I guess that it's really no surprise that we lost...but still. *sigh* I guess we always have next year to redeem ourselves...how about you? Any stories? Well, even if you don't have any, or are too embarassed, or are just too plain cool, thanks for tuning in. This has been the Just Sayin' blog, by Invisible.

Holidays...

oh geez...it's been a while, hasn't it? sorry!!! i've just been kinda out of it what with school and then this week, midterms, and all sorts of stuff...so...yeah. but anyway. that's all done. so anywho, today i got outta school for winter break. monday, my uncle and grandma fly in, and friday, my dad drives up to NYU to bring my brother home. what are your plans for the holidays? Do you celebrate Hannukah? Kwanzaa? Christmas? I don't know very much about Ramadan, or any Hindu traditions...so why don't you tell me? I'll tell you guys our Christmas traditions...so every Christmas Eve, we go to 8pm mass, come home, eat at like 10, put Baby Jesus in the Nativity, and then go to bed. Christmas Day is a whirlwind of opening presents, cleaning up, and then depending on which of the three families is hosting, getting ready for Christmas Day dinner. So tell me, don't be afraid, we're all pretty embracing of other faiths on this blog, even though there's only one person writing it (me)...anywho. Whatever you celebrate, I hope that you end it with happy memories.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Holidays, and (finally) Happy New Year.

Love,
Invisible