I have been sick for a few days now. Being sick can be relaxing at moments. But in the bad moments of the sickness, it’s terrible. AND not to mention the stress of missing assignments and finding replacements for work. The feeling of letting people down when there’s nothing I can actually do because I am basically bedridden. I usually never get sore throats either… this time I did. I have had a sore throat, a runny nose, a cough, and a fever. Now it isn’t covid, thankfully. But I hate being sick. I also am not sure why but I just cry 24/7 while I am sick. Like about nothing. Like my world isn’t ending I just have a cold. So that is my rant about being sick. Also I am now so stressed that I am behind in school. I have to get a bunch of school work in and at the same time I missed tests so now I have to find replacement blocks for those tests to be taken. Luckily I can make a decent list, unluckily my list is extremely long. Okay Bye!
I am running out of ideas to write about somehow, so I’m going to the old reliable of would you rather but this time, I am looking up some and then giving my answer for them, so here we go.
1. Would you rather have the ability to see 10 minutes into the future or 150 years into the future?
This is a pretty good one, but out of these two, I have to go with the ten-minute one because it’s more helpful in my life, and 150 years might be way longer than I will live, but it’s not long enough where I’m super interested in what’s going on. I would love to see the things of the future, but maybe it would be better if it was like 1000 rather than 150.
3. Would you rather team up with Wonder Woman or Captain Marvel?
It literally does not matter at all because I am a completely normal human, and both of them have superpowers, so I would not be helpful in fighting at all.
5. Would you rather find true love today or win the lottery next year?
Definitely the lottery because true love is not what I need at this stage in my life. It would be cool and all, but I would much rather have millions of dollars. Although if you asked me this question many years ago, I’m relatively sure that I would pick true love; however, if I am broke in the future, then I would still pick the money.
6. Would you rather be in jail for five years or be in a coma for a decade?
Defiantly in jail almost without question. I would hate to just not be able to do anything for years and have my body and all the work I have put into it just go away. plus, while in jail, I would probably get the crazy shredded since that’s the only thing I really could do. Also, I could read and just try to better myself for those five years. It would suck if it went on my record that I went to jail for five years since getting a job and stuff would suck, but being in a coma and not being able to move and just waking up one day and then everyone you know has changed so much after ten years. honestly, if I was homeless, I think I would try to get into jail with the least serious crime so I could get free living and food.
9. Would you rather have everyone you know be able to read your thoughts or for everyone you know to have access to your Internet history?
Definitely let everyone have access to my internet history because all you will find are super random questions like “How many crab species are there?” or something like that, but with thoughts, you really control them sometimes, although it would be funny to talk to everyone and force people to listen to what I have to say. At least that way all school accouncements will be easier for me. But also, there are so many crazy thoughts that I have and that everyone has so much knowledge of internet history.
10. Would you rather lose your sight or your memories?
This is a pretty good one because, on the one hand, if you lose your memory, you can still do everything, just all your memory would be gone, which is so so so so so so horrible, like maybe the worst thing ever, but you could re-learn who you are and what you love to do even If it would be different however if you lose you sight then everything you do in your life is going to change. For those who play sports, you can’t do that; for those who draw and do art, you can’t do that. You can’t drive or see amazing views. but if I absolutely had to pick, it would be memory.
I like being quiet, but I don’t want to be boring.
I overthink too much about what to say and how they react after I say something.
It’s been a little worse lately but what I have noticed the most is how I don’t like being treated rudely.
Whether it be accusing me of stuff I didn’t do or mocking me. I don’t like it, and it’s even weirder because I don’t start it. Yet it always turns into an aggressive comment back to me. I usually don’t have the energy for it, and I hate how extra those comments are. What’s the point of being mean?
Now, I’m not saying I’m a saint either, but if it’s with my friends, I don’t think I’ve ever initiated the aggression. I think it may be a misunderstanding. I’m not always going to respond in a happy, bubbly tone, but that doesn’t mean I am angry. I just don’t have enough energy. I wish they were nicer.
I have noticed how off I have been, the slow decline
The days go by slower because I keep looking back. I’m afraid that as soon as I look forward and back again, I’ll already be at the end.
I think out of all of the different types of weather, rain is definitely in the top 3 if not number 1. I really do love powdery snow that looks almost like pillow stuffing as it floats down from the sky. That type of snow is also very light and easy to shovel compared to some of the super wet and heavy snow that makes you feel like you gained 15 pounds of muscle in your arms after just an hour of shoveling. All considered, I think I have decided that rain squeaks out as superior to all other types of weather. My reasonings include, for one, the coziness of the rain. Sitting inside, with a cup of hot something, watching movies and/or listening to music might just be one of the most peaceful experiences one can have. Additionally, if you do want to go outside, it is a very fun experience to frolic around in the rain and not care about how wet you get. If somebody has never had the opportunity to do so, I would highly recommend doing it at least once in your life. Another thing is raindrop racing. This is when two raindrops on a window race to be the first one to drop to the bottom of the window. I loved doing this as a kid, and betting on such events will always and forever be thrilling. My last point lies with the aftermath of the rain. Where I live, I am in a forest surrounded by pine trees, and the smell of pine trees freshly after it has rained is by far my favorite smell to ever exist ever. I can’t even describe it, it’s just so delicious. The one thing I will give rain haters is the fact that if you let your dog out in the rain, at least for my dog, it was a true hassle to dry him off after the fact, and the smell of wet dog is just something else entirely that doesn’t really need to be discussed. Overall, this is one of my opinions that I am very strong about for myself, but I am open to others having a differing opinion and possibly having a friendly discussion about it.
Growing up I used to enjoy math, sometimes I ask myself what happened. Now I dread math and it is definitely my least favorite subject. The answer to my earlier question is that it got harder just like most subjects. I currently am trying to get a math tutor and I want to improve my grade. Every time I do homework I want to cry I don’t get it. I miss when I used to be excited to go to math and learn but now I dread it. I’m planning on meeting with my teacher during my free block and hopefully, this helps. I think I have forever lost the joy I used to feel there are too many steps now and I just get frustrated. The one good thing is that I am most definitely not going to college for anything math-related. I’m trying to find a study group and hopefully, that will help.
Something that I am not sure a lot of people know about me is my chapstick obsession. I have an ungodly amount of chapsticks. My collection in my dorm is literally less than half of what I have at home. It all started in elementary school when my friends and I would give each other chapstick for our birthdays and Christmas. The tradition continued as I went all the way to 8th grade with these people, and every year we would still buy each other a new chapstick on special occasions. My friends and I were so psycho that we would coordinate which matching chapstick(s) we would bring to school that day in our pencil case and use. My traditions even carried into high school a bit, but I will admit I have died down on the obsession. That is mainly due, though, to the fact the one Burt’s Bees from Target is like 5 dollars. I’m sorry, but if I wanted to add a measly 3 to my collection, that would cost 15 dollars. I’m too poor to upkeep my obsession as much as I would like, but the legacy remains and I add when I can.
Over the weekend I hosted a Galentines Day. It was supposed to be in my backyard but the weather was soooooo cold. With the weather being so cold I decided to switch the party to inside. It was a smaller group with about 11 or 12 girls. I decorated the table in hues of pink and white. I put together big and small bouquets of pink and white flowers. I am pretty happy with the outcome of the party too. I set up and practically put the party together myself. I am super proud. There would have been more stuff I would have liked to add but overall it was a success. The dinner was the definition of girl hood. Something I do wish might have happened differently is my chocolate fountain. I accidentally used the wrong type of chocolate so it hardened when it was supposed to fountain out. I love pink so much. And I love flowers so much. #PERF
I wish I remembered my dreams more often. I think dreams are so beautiful no matter if they are happy or sad or scary. I love how dreams only make sense in pictures but not in words because that is how my brain understands things the best. Of course I understand words because we are groomed that way for our whole lives, but I live for seeing and feeling and experiencing. I have always been told that I am not book-smart or even that I’m stupid, but that is okay because I am dream-smart. I understand things by the way they look and move and breathe and feel. I crave to see things in my dreams rather than to read them in books. I think that is why I love to decorate my room. I would rather look at my walls and see the things I love than to look down at my phone or a book or homework.
I’m throwing a large bowl for my mom in the ceramics room. Rory tells me to look out the window, and it’s gorgeous. After focusing on the grey room in white light for so long, looking out the window feels unreal. The hills are awash in the golden light of a sunset. It has been raining, so everything outside is at the peak of vibrancy. The scene outside looks like a filtered photo, or a postcard. And then we see a rainbow. And then another. She goes out to take pictures, and I scrape a buildup of clay off my hands before following her, oohing and ahhing at the golden hills.
Back inside the ceramics room, I work on my bowl again. A few moments later, I look outside and the hills outside are suddenly black and blue with night. I hadn’t even noticed the change, because in the classroom the bright white lights shelter us from changes outside.
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