Okay, went to Unity Day today, and it was awesome. I thought it would be boring, but it was actually very intereting.
There were about six "facilitators" there (the juniors and seniors who volunteered to be kind of "group leaders" for all us freshmen), and we had about 35 people there (4 of them were guys...and two of those 4 guys were gay, one of them was just there with his girlfriend, and the fourth one was there just to get out of classes). All day long, we talked about discrimination, prejudice, and stereotypes. We talked about how our school divided all the people into cliques, and then one of the facilitators (my now-friend, Camila) asked "how would you define a 'prep' anyway?" and nobody could find a solid answer... Then I thought for a minute, and said "I've always heard that a 'prep' is someone who goes along with the trends and wears what all the celebrities are wearing...but 'punks' always seem to wear the kind of clothes that their idols are wearing, too, so there's really no difference"... Then we went on to do an activity where some of the teachers (along with the facilitators, there were also about 4 teachers) would read some sentences, and if we agreed with them, we would step forwards and get a sticker (they would say something like "if you have ever been discriminated against for the kind of clothes you wear" or "the kind of music you listen to" or "your religious beliefs, step forward"). Afterwards, I wound up with 16 stickers (some of the other things they had said were "if you think bullying is a problem in your school..." and "if you have ever tried to stop gossip or rumors..."). And then we shared some of our experiences with discrimination, and I told the group of people my religious beliefs. This is because I believe in God and I believe in the Devil, but I don't believe in Heaven and I don't believe in Hell, so anyone I tell that to (even some of my best friends) say that I'm going to go to Hell...I don't get how that's possible if every religion says that you'll "go to Hell if you don't believe in their religion", so technically, everyone would be going to hell...yeah. Then they started to talk about Camp Anytown (dunno if other states do anything like that...it's where you talk about this kind of stuff for a week-long "camp"...with air conditioning and bunk beds...lol) and I might go to that in the summer...that'd be pretty cool...
It was, actually, a very life-changing experience going to Unity Day...I loved it!
So yeah, I had a fun day and made lots of new friends!! :) Ooo-I also took lots of pictures....and why do all the gorgeous guys have to be gay??? (I'll post some pictures in a couple days/weeks :))
I guess the title of this blog kind of speaks for itself...
I had to recite my Romeo and Juliet lines today...which didn't go as well as I might have liked...there was a part of the project that my teacher hadn't told us about, and when she found out she hadn't told us, she said we could say our lines tomorrow, but tomorrow I'm doing an all-day SRA (school related activity...it's Unity Day...where our school tries to get together a diversity group)... Therefore, I couldn't recite my lines tomorrow, and since we were all worked up and nervous about reciting our lines anyway, me and about 4 other people decided to say them today...My last name beginning with a "D", I had to go first (lucky me). Two times I forgot what I was supposed to say, and I paused for a minute or two...that sucked, because my teacher had to tell me the next word (but then I would get it), and the other kids in my class are all supposed to grade us on our performances... What sucked the most was that the other 4 people (who, ironically, all recited the same selection...I had the hardest lines...they did Juliet's soliloquy that starts at "Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo", and I did the Queen Mab speech, which is longer and not as well-known) hardly messed up at all... :oops:
So, that kind of sucked...
And about Unity Day, I had to get all of my teachers to sign a release form before I was allowed to go. I got one yesterday that was misprinted and said it was on Friday, when really it's tomorrow (Thursday). So I had my science teacher sign it yesterday, and I told her it was Thursday (but I hadn't read the paper yet), and she said that the paper said it was Friday, so I just agreed with her, and she signed the paper... Well, today she wasn't here, so I couldn't tell her that I wasn't going to be there tomorrow. That got me really stressed out, and after a couple minutes of persuading, I got my substitute teacher to sign the form for me and write my science teacher a note saying that the date had been changed...so I hope that turns out okay... AND my first teacher of the day was gone today, so I have to go to her class before the SRA so I can get her signature...It's just one big last-minute mess... :?
Then onto physical fitness...
In my PF class, we had been split into groups to make different kinds of food for the different food groups (my group chose the fats, oils, and sweets group, so we made Cappuccino Mousse Trifles), and today was almost a "party day" where everyone brought in their food and everyone in the class got to eat each other's food. My teacher really wasn't paying too much attention (which is really odd for her...but that's besides the point) and my obnoxious friend Zack (but we're all used to him being obnoxious...that's why I say he's my friend, because he can actually be nice...sometimes :roll: ) threw a half of a cherry tomato at me, which hit me in the back and left tomato goop and seeds on my shirt (he's lucky it was a black shirt). I yelled at him, and then he came up to me, slapped me on the arm, and said something like "hey, Renae, what's up?" and I just cringed and said "I know what you did. I can feel that seeping through my sleeve." He had smushed another tomato onto my sleeve...that mess was even worse... Then he hugged me and said "I'm sorry" whilst smushing the rest of the last tomato into my back. At that point, I slapped him in the face. :wink: We both knew that we were just joking around, but it kind of sucked that I smelled like tomato for the rest of the day (luckily, pf is my last class for the day)...
So yeah, my day wasn't all that great...it wasn't too BAD, but it was REALLY stressful
It may sound a little corny, but I wrote this a few hours ago, and meant every word of it:
I hate my mother. How could I ever love someone as mean as her? How could anyone? I sit in my room after she yells at me about htings that shouldn't be yelled at ME, and I cry. Partly from fear and the realization that I don't love her and that all of her "I love you"s are forced, but mostly from regret. Regret that i just stood there and took her shit; regret that I never speak up; regret that I hold all of my feelings and every single one of my thoughts inside of me; regret that I treat her so much better than she treats me; regret that, even after all these years, I haven't run away or killed myself, relieving me of this pain. I can't stand not doing anything anymore...but at least I've finally realized why she takes it all out on me. It's not "because I'm older" (her excuse when she tries to apologize to me). It's because, unlike my younger brother (only 14 months younger), I don't say anything. She knows that if she yells at me, I won't do anything about it. I won't talk back. I won't yell. I won't do anything.
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I wrote this about two hours after the first part:
After I wrote this and made all these realizations, I stood up for myself more the rest of the day. If she yelled at me about something that had nothing to do with me, I would tell her so, and she backed off. And, even if I don't [b]hate[/b] her, that doesn't mean that I don't [b]dislike[/b] her, because I do. Honestly, if she were someone I met at school, I wouldn't want to hang out with her. The best realization I made today is that it feels good to stand up for yourself...and I'm never gonna forget that. Ever.
I have to memorize the "famous" Queen Mab speech that Mercutio recites in Romeo and Juliet...Here's what I have memorized (so far...and I'm writing this from my own memory alone):
"O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers Her traces, of the smallest spider's web Her collers, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams Her whip, of cricket's bone, the lash of film Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat Not half so big as a round little worm Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid Her chariot is an empty hazlenut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub Time out o'mind the fairies coachmakers And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love O'er courtiers' knees, who dream on curtsies straight O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream Which the angry Mab with blisters plagues Because their breathes with sweetmeats tainted are Sometimes she gallops o'er courtiers' noses And then dreams he of smelling out a suit Then sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep"
And I still have 15 lines to memorize!!
As a side note, right as I was writing the last two lines of that, a giant wolf spider came out beneath my desk...right by my feet. I. hate. spiders...but, being the completely insane photographer that I am, I took a picture of it before squishing it. ha.
Well, I'm gonna go to sleep....now I'm all squirmy from the damned spider....
I have come to accept that I may never get my old tBLOG account back, so I thought I'd make this one my own...by putting stuff about me here.
First off, as you can tell by the side bars, I can be completely insane (and proud of it!) :roll: but here's some other stuff about me (I made this up...just some random things...):
Age: 15 Gender: Female Favorite word: m00p. Lefty or righty: Lefty Hair color: brown with grown-out blonde streaks that were once blue, then red, and are now faded back to blonde. Eye color: brown Height: 5'8" Favorite comedian(s): Denis Leary and Janeane Garofalo Favorite tv show(s): Charmed and Joan of Arcadia Favorite cartoon character: Pokey from Gumby...although he's clay, so that doesn't really count...how about Gir from Invader Zim. Favorite band: Green Day
Other Shit:
-I'm Straight Edge (I don't drink, I don't do drugs, and I don't have casual sex) -I am a vegetarian -I play guitar -I live in Land O Lakes, Florida (which, I might add, is the nudist colony capitol of the US...but that doesn't matter because mostly old people live in LOL...EEEEEWWWW!!!!) -I speak some sign language (more than the average person would, anyway...and I'm going to take it as a language for my junior and senior years)
THE END. now, wasn't that wonderful?
I will leave you now with the words of Denis Leary:
My other tBLOG account got fucking stolen. My other one, also titled Unrequited Hate, was under the username greendaygurl...which is why I have chosen greendaygurl2 to be my new username...
FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!! I hate Spywear. That's how my account got stolen...some dumbass internet company must have sent me an advertisement email and I got spyware stuck on my computer...
For the past...two or three days...I've been getting nonstop popup ads, my homepage was changed, and I couldn't get onto certain websites...I just found out today that it stole my tBLOG password...
Luckily, I got ad aware today, so it's all gone now, but I'm pissed as fuck...now I'm trying everything I can to get my old account back... And if anyone doesn't believe that I actually did get my account stolen, and/or that I'm someone trying to steal that account, just ask me a question or something and I'll be glad to answer it...although I don't think any of you people even give a flying fuck.
Denis Leary "Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces
While handicapped people make handicapped faces"
"I'm gonna open up my own place. Open my own restaurant and get away from you people. I'm gonna open up a restaurant with two smoking sections; Ultra and Regular, ok? And we're not gonna have any tables or any chairs or any napkins. None of that pussy shit. Just a big wide open black space. And all we're gonna serve is raw meat, right on the bone! And only men are going to eat there, naked men, sitting around a big giant camp fire, and no men's room either. You have to piss, you mark your territory like a wolf! And if some guy has a heart attack from eating too much meat, fuck him, we throw him in the fire! More meat for the other meat-eaters! Yeah!"
