Write things and dance

I’m not writing a novel.

Yeah, I quit NaNoWriMo 5 days in. Look at me, the best teenager ever!

(jokes)

Okay, so while I really DID try to write some things, I’ve only managed to come up with a couple of nameless complex characters that DO NOT INTERACT WITH EACH OTHER. I think I should preserve them on paper, but I don’t think a novel is the right place for them as of yet.

What I am doing, though, is NaBloPoMo! It really appears that this is what I’ve been doing from the beginning, seeing that you people (INCLUDING THE SUPER COOL VIEWS FROM ROMANIA AND PAKISTAN(!!!)) probably had no clue I writing -attempting to write, rather- a novel.

I wrote a math exam today, and the world did not end! It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t GODTHATWASAWFULTHROWMEINATRASHBAG bad. Progress!

I’m writing an Afrikaans exam (additional language) and I haven’t glanced at a book in 3 days. In the words of a screwed teenage girl:

Crap.

Here’s Taylor Swift dancing to some music that she loves a lot. Be happy if you can, friend. Your cells in your body love you a lot, even when it feels like nobody else does.

Love,

Scoot X

 

Scoot on ~ the grade 11 imposed hiatus

SCOOTON IS BACK!!!

Hey guys! After about a week and a bit long hiatus, I’m around again! Let me present you with some simple facts that I’ve learned in the short week or so that I’ve been back at school:

  1. School is still school. You can dress it up, mark it down, give it ribbons, add electronic sign boards, get new security guards, appoint new teachers, DO WHATEVER. School is still a place where you get taught things, 50% of which you’ll forget should you go a year without looking over them. Regardless, it’s happened. Oh well.
  2. Math is STILL MATH.  I don’t know what I was hoping for when I got back to the hell pit. Maybe I was expecting a new teacher and a sudden vast understanding of this whole number thing. Guess what? NOPE! I did get a new teacher though – one that doesn’t tell me to practice my trig to become a plumber.
  3. People don’t change. And I know this is pretty generic, but I’ve found out most recently that it’s true.People change some of the things that they do, but they themselves do not.  If someone was -for lack of a better word- mean, at one stage, then the chances are that sooner or later they’re going to be mean beyond the point of being excusable. Can I utter my words of advice? Especially if you’re like me,  put yourself first. You may be a lazy selfish ASS at home, but when it comes to other people, you might be a people pleaser. STOP. Forgive them – for yourself.
  4. SCHOOL IS OVER IN A YEAR AND A HALF FOR ME. That is scary and that is all.
  5. I think too much. About stuff that’s strange. Random stuff. Like why one teacher looks like a vampire and sometimes wears his wedding ring (?) on his pinky finger. Also, about this blog, and when I’m going to write, and what to write. And about ballet, and how people can be really bad drivers. But that’s all in the scheme of things, in terms of the way things go.

I really have to go do some math now, OR I SHALL BE FAILING ELEVENTH GRADE.  That’s bad, if you were wondering. I’ll be back sooner rather than later, dependent on the life stuff and other things you don’t care about. Go forth and prosper! 

All my love,

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ consistency and procastiation

Okay, so I’m not the most consistent person out there.

I apologise profusely for my lack of posting over the past week or so, I’ve just been super busy with a big programming project. As you may guess, it’s important…therefore I should be working on it. But instead I’m here, ready to ramble on about something new that’s plagued me.

I have a problem called procrastination.

I know, we all do. But sometimes, there is need for an intervention. Like me for example. In preparation for finals in 2 weeks, I’ve been frantically making study notes that are illegible and to anyone but myself. I’ve also taken to leaving my study notes in the following format:

*writes title*…*draws flower*…*labels flower The Flower Of Procrastination *…*closes study book*

This is what I’ve been doing. I guess I’m not at the stage where I tie a towel around my neck and run around yelling “Pale Pixie to the rescue” like my friend Jess. Because that’s exactly what she did during mid-year exams.

I guess I understand the point of exams: to test knowledge gained throughout the year. But surely it’s a test of willpower as well? I mean, it’s like a giant competition: Who has enough willpower to cancel all plans, avoid the internet and study their ass off? I think that I should be allowed to refuse this willpower test. I mean, Jess & I are vegetarians — willpower much? MUCH.

It pays off. Eventually, I suppose. You see, some of it doesn’t though. CAN ANYBODY TELL ME WHERE I’M GOING TO USE TRIGONOMETRY? Honest to everything, I type this with an exasperated rage as I download extra trig notes. Believe me, I don’t make claims without doing my research: I did! If you want to use trig when you grow up, “Become a plumber,” my math teacher once said.

A plumber? Seriously?

I don’t know why these things exist, or why I keep having random OH MY GOD EXAMS ARE IN TWO WEEKS AND MY PROGRAMMING IS DUE NEXT MONDAY WHY IS LIFE SO DIFFICULT WHAT WHY IS THIS EVEN HAPPENING panic outbursts.

Life is getting too hard. I just want to stop and be  a cat, or a penguin, with no social responsibility except to be adorable and be loved by everyone.

Keep shining now. 🙂

All my love all the time,

-Scoot xx