Marvelously Dull Life

Do you ever meet people, whether in real life or online that you just connect with? Have you ever stayed true to your team, unwavering loyalty until you were all that is left of a once magnificent plane? The key clacks of a glorious battle still ring in my ears as I recall my time on https://shellshock.io I had heard about the game at school. My peers had a preference of playing this game rather than do their work. A dangerous game considering how close we are to graduation. I was at home while my mother was on her computer. I told her about the game, and she went to investigate playing as "Your Mom" (Yes, really). I quickly sat myself before my desk in order to join on the fun. Upon entering the website I equipped myself with a RPEGG (this game is filled with egg puns). Entering the first fight I figured out the controls, and gave some ominous one-liners. Quickly getting bored, out of lack of intellectually stimulating company, I moved on. Hopping from game t...

Tabitha Catherine Peering Out of Her Natural Habitat (circa 2019, colorized) Over Winter Break I actually managed to start eating healthier. I wasn't as interested in hot dogs, PB&J, and Ramen. I started eating more fish, produce, and in general eating less processed meats. As well as seriously cutting down my carb intake. I also drank more water. Things were really looking up, I was also happier and started doing more activities that I used to enjoy (I enjoyed things again! Yayyy!) Then school started again... Today was my eighth day back and I am already eating like garbage and no longer finding fulfillment in activities I used to enjoy. Am I depressed? Nah... Anyway school has been complete nooglarkishnagin I couldn't think of a word so I made one up. I do not even know how to encompass all the stress, anger, anxiety, and emptiness that school gives me into words. Maybe a blog wasn't my best decision, I think I've always had a hard t...

Pratt Institute is a very expensive College in New York that apparently really wants me to join them. They are also one T away from being a British insult. Prat noun  informal 1. British an incompetent, stupid, or foolish person; an idiot 2. A person's butt A little education for you. Anyway this is the second time Pratt has sent me a letter. I really want to go too. The first time they sent me a letter the big, bold, yellow letters stood out to me: First to enter my mind was the thought "Who are you calling a prat!?" I was rather offended at first. I legitimately thought (for a very brief moment) that someone had sent me a letter purely to insult me. Looking at the address just confused me, who in Brooklyn New York thinks I'm a prat. Well evidently Pratt Institute thinks that I am Pratt material. I think I'm a Pratt too. The Good: My grand-mere offered to pay for me to go to College. The Bad: It's because me and my mom are to poor to afford ...

You would think that being a High School English Teacher, you would know words like obsolete and impartial. Well not my English teacher. How could one be so asnine ? Maybe I want to sound pretentious ? Asnine: foolish, unintelligent, or silly; stupid Pretentious: characterized by assumption of dignity or importance, especially when exaggerated or undeserved Just kidding, anyway I was writing an introduction for an argumentative essay today in English class and asked the teacher to read it and give me feedback. Besides a few minor punctuation and grammar errors, her one complaint is that I used words that were too big. Okay, when I write Blog posts I'm typing how I think and how I talk. I do not write this like a formal essay. When I write formally I pull out all the stops using big words, going to Thesaurus.com. You know, the works. Taking the college class for one semester last year, I was never told that my words were too big. But apparently my own English teache...

My memory is rather selective. I don't want it to be but it is. I am also a really bad procrastinator. So I just had a mini heart attack and felt sick and like I just dropped from a great height remembering I had two weeks to prepare a presentation and instead have only one more day before school starts again and I have to present. SH*T!! School has been going down the toilet and I am mega stressed. Ugh UUUUUGGGGHHHHHH! Why am I like this?!

First of all I would like to add that my mother is not Debra Winger. In fact she wasn't even in the credits. But she was in the movie. So my mom's school got asked if any teenagers wanted to be bused off to be in a movie (and miss school) my mom was like 'heck yeah!' and signed up. My mom got bused with a bunch of other High Schooler's to a professional sports stadium in LA. There were a bunch of kids from a bunch of different High Schools. My mom was in her Sophomore or Junior year at the time. They were told to sit in the back and be really enthusiastic. Also to not wear stripes because camera's and stripes disagree. The crowd was so blurred out in the movie however that it's just a mass of colors. So they got to see filming, and see Billy Crystal yell at a guy who was like, three times taller (or two Billy Crystals stacked on top of each other) than him because Billy Crystal is short. For lunch they were given sack lunches with lame food inside (my ...

This is a completely true story. I've mentioned it before in Crushes: And My Terrible Luck With Them (Part Two) but here is the extended version of that story. This took place in the second semester of my sophomore year. I officially met Al and became friends with him in the second semester of sophomore year. Before that I had seen him around but never really talked to him. Which of course is part of living in a small rural town. You see people, you know them, but you don't necessarily know them. The first time I saw him we were in middle school. He is a year older than me so when I saw him I was in, I think 7th grade and he was in 8th. I thought he was super cute. When I started High School I saw a bit more of him. I didn't have any classes with him but I saw him around in the hallways. He was in JROTC (basically military class) and he was in band (he plays the saxophone). In the second half of 10th grade I had a Culinary Arts class with him. The previous semeste...

In first grade my teacher Ms. Tisher introduced one the best stress relievers I have ever encountered. She primarily used it when the class was being to loud or was over excited. It worked every time and I still do it to this day when I'm just so stressed I just want to scream. Because that's what it is. Screaming. So here is how Deer in the Headlights works. Don't worry, it's fairly simple. First you have to give a warning by yelling "Deer In The Headlights!" Because otherwise you make people very concerned. Next you put your hands on either side of your head. Right hand on the right side. Left hand on the left side. Palms out and vertical so they're next to your head. Make your hands are higher up on your head. Thumbs touch your head and the rest of your fingers are spread out. Your hands are the antlers. This should make you look a bit like this: Here comes the fun part. Now you are in proper Deer position and have given the warning, you can scre...

What could be worse than school? A number of things really. However, one that is currently on my mind is summer school. Why oh why. I know why, but whoever invented it was both smart and cruel. Yes I get to earn back credits I missed but I went from school to less than a month of vacation before I went to summer school and three days after summer school, my senior year will begin. After that? College. My life is an extremely stressful hellhole (oppressive or unbearable place) and i'm so stressed all the time. I have been getting headaches and stomach aches and any ache my body can find to torment me with. Maybe my period is making it worse with hormones but I am stressed and nervous as a long tailed cat in a room of rocking chairs. I have until Friday to finish four packets. So a packet a day basically. If I don't finish them by Friday I won't get any credits and will have to take two English classes when school starts. A Junior English and a Senior English. I'm n...