BoysschoolmentorsresponsibilitesmonitoringchatboxtimemanagementseminaryINEEDSLEEPscreamingsiblingsshootmenow......I love life.

^To clarify: Boys, School, Mentors, Responsibilities, Monitoring chatbox, time management, seminary, I need sleep, screaming siblings, shoot me now........I love life. (The title of this post was said very fast and with a stressful tone, hence no spaces.)

Topic A: Boys
They are blah. With a few exceptions. And those exceptions need to move to Texas.

Topic B: School
There is something wrong, in my opinion, with making a to-do list, working all day, and getting only two things done. Something is very, very wrong with that. This is the story of my life. I'm writing a freakin' study guide that covers TWO CLASS PERIODS. IT SHOULD NOT TAKE FOUR FLIPPING HOURS. But it does. *speaking to self* live with it, honey. From 7:00am-9:00pm I'm working every day and I don't even feel productive. It's sick and wrong. And that brings us to our next topic...

Topic C: Mentors
So today I went to Mr. Ure's (the Williamsburg Headmaster and my writing class mentor) office and asked him to send me this weekly planner thing he showed us at a school event last semester. Seriously, within 20 seconds of me being in his office, I had the planner waiting for me in my email inbox. And then I told him I was struggling with time management and BOOM! I got a bunch of tips, advice, inspiration and a meeting with him next Friday and I was out in 10 minutes. Williamsburg mentors are flat-out amazing and I dare anyone to say otherwise...Not to mention Mr. H's way of teaching me the most complicated thing ever (world politics) and Mr. Rees' ability to teach me biology by pretending protons and electrons are gang members. So yeah. Say otherwise.

Topic D: Responsibilities.
Responsibilities and I have a love/hate relationship. I pretty much love them 9 AM and hate them at 9 PM. And they only seem to come at 9 PM...

Topic E: Monitoring Chatbox.
Just shoot me. Yeah, yeah, watching people flirt in private chat can be better than watching cable television, but oh my gosh. Spamming WA chatboxes and chatting off-topically should be illegal with a punishment of execution. The things being in a class presidency teaches you...

NOW...I will shut up about my crappy day, stop taking my stress out on cyberspace and talk about something interesting. Because I'm really not a pessimist and I really do love life. :D

So yesterday I figured out I might have some talent in singing.
I MIGHT HAVE SOME TALENT IN SINGING. HOLY CHEESE.

You have to understand something...my dad cannot sing and I got his voice (not the depth or anything. I promise I have a feminine voice. His singing voice). We even have out own distinct note that only we can sing. It's called "The H Note", and it his horrid. I was singing my heart out to Adele (who's music I used to hate and then BANG. I love it now. Don't ask me how that happened) and I nailed a really weird note. I paused the music and started singing random things and I didn't sound like my dad. It's a miracle. MY ALIEN SINGING VOICE IS GONE! Maybe I can join the Stake Choir and not feel like I'm burdening everyone around me. I'm stoked. (Watch. It's all going to be my imagination and I probably still sing like I dying cat. :) )

Now here is a weird question I want you to answer:

You live in a cul-de-sac, kay?
You peek over your fence and your neighbor is beating a kid to a bloody pulp.
Is it your responsibility to do something about it?
prays you say "YES!"

FOLLOW-UP QUESTION:

So your neighbor's beating the living daylight out of the kid, but your house is on fire.
What do you do? What's your first priority? The family in your house or the kid next door?

Now...America. We patrol the high seas helping other nations with their battles. But we can't! We spend more money on their military than the next 13 countries COMBINED. We're trillions of dollars in debt. Cold wars are starting. And we're putting the kids next door over our own nation family.

JUST BLEW YOUR MIND.
(actually, Mr. Hailstone did.)

See what I did there? Went from music to politics in one blog post. I just satisfied right-brain-dominate people AND left-brain-dominate people.

JUST BLEW YOUR MIND AGAIN.

If you can't tell, I'm bored.

Have a pleasant evening. :)