Christmas time(:

Woo.

It’s almost December.

Aaaand what’s in December??

CHRISTMAS! (and me & bobby’s anniversary, but no one but us really cares bout that)

Mom and Dad already sat me and the Nogster down so that we could make our lists. For some reason, I always feel guilty after I make my list, even if I don’t really ask for that much. It’s like “Hey guys! I know you already spend like a bunch of money on bills every month, but would you mind buying me a new gaming system? Love ya!” I feel so greedy. Haha.

But Dad made a good point: If we ask for ten things, and they take off four, how much does that leave us with? If we ask for a hundred, and they take off ten, what does that leave us with? So yeah. I’ve kinda been adding to it when I come up with stuff.

So, my few readers, what do you want for Christmas? What do you plan to get other people?

-Supermousey

Midstate, Here I Come! (Again)

Midstate is coming back around here in the Redneck Factory.

The music’s a hell of a lot easier this year than it was last year, but the scales are a little tricky because, you know, I’m actually taking the time to learn them in two octaves. Some of them are physically impossible to play on the saxophone, but I’m learning the ones I can. The chromatic scale is easy peasy lemon squeezy, but it’s lawnnnnggg(:

I have a better chance of actually making it in this year, but it’s not like it’s a much better chance. There are more kids out there, and they’re a lot better at it than I am. I’m not gonna get my hopes up, but it would be very cool if I got into Midstate Band. Forget the high school band! I’m playing for Midstate!

Speaking of regular band, I don’t know if anyone on this blog knows how to count rhythms, but if so, I need some help. I can’t count to save my life. Yeah, I can count one two three four, one and two and three and four and, one e and a two e and a three e and a (and so on) but once you start getting into eighth-sixteenth notes and dotted notes, I’m lost. I don’t come in at the right time cuz I’m so focused on trying to count that I forget I need to play here. Then I’m off by a few beats. So if anyone can give me some tips, that’d be greatly appreciated.

Bobby and Jordan may be coming to play with the Middle School for our concerts because I’m the only saxophonist in the seventh and eighth grade band. Mr. Womack says that’s not fair because no one will be able to hear my solo if the rest of the band overpowers me. So…yeah. I’m kinda thrilled about that. I tend to hide when I play, even though I know I shouldn’t.

Hah.

I should’ve paid attention in sixth grade.

Close-minded, much?

Gays have every right to get married.

Why should religion shove its way into the government? I know that eighty-five percent of Americans are Christian. Whatever, believe what you want. I’m fine with that.

What I’m NOT okay with is when you tell someone they cannot have the opportunity to get married to someone they love because of their gender. It’s not fair.

I know that the Bible says homosexuality is a sin. I understand this. But, obviously, gays are not Christians. Why should they suffer the restrictions?

Don’t tell me marriage is a religious thing. If it’s only a religious thing, why do you have to go to court to get divorced? The court systems are involved with the government. Government plays a huge role in marriage.

Religion and government don’t, and shouldn’t mix, people. It’s called equality, rights that are not restricted to one group of people.

Think of it this way: if straight marriage were banned, how would you feel? If gay people told you that because the book that eighty-five percent of them worship said you couldn’t get married, that it should be illegal for you to get married? You would tell them that that’s unfair. That you’re a person, too. That your love interest should not determine your rights.

It’s just…I don’t see why people haven’t already realized this. Gays deserve it. They’ve been put down and insulted for a long time, and I’m sick of it.

Grow up.

Eighth Grade…

…is not much better than seventh grade.

It’s not terrible, but I definitely do not like it. We went to a “block schedule” that’s totally NOT a block schedule. They just took off one class, and distributed the extra time to the other seven. The school administration claims that we need more time in class, but the “free time” we had last year was twenty five minutes long, and this year it’s five minutes longer. Where’s the logic in that?

Nonetheless, it’s my last year before high school, thank God. Okay, so I guess I better tell you about my teachers….

1st Block: Mr. Bell
Ah, Mr. Bell. My insanely-Republican history teacher. He’s not a bad teacher at all. Actually, he’s one of my favorites. History is boring as all get out, but I’m not falling asleep in his class. Yeah, my mind wanders or something if we watch videos, but he’s a pretty interactive teacher. The work is easy peasy, and I’ve got an A in that class. (:

2nd Block: Mr. Howell
Oh my God. Mr. Howell is one of the best teachers I’ve ever had. His class is actually HARD. Some days I walk out of there, and I have no idea how he does what he does on certain math problems. I love the challenge, even if I do get frustrated. Mr. Howell also called me the perfect kid, so that’s definitely a plus. (: lol.

3rd Block: Enrichment with Mr. Howell
Enrichment. Puh-lease. It’s just an extra half hour of math which I hate. On days I get frustrated with Math, I would rather not sit there for an extra half hour and work on it. I want my free time to read or do my homework for other classes.

4th Block: Mr. Walpole
My senior citizen science teacher. (: He’s actually quite intelligent, but he’s old. His memory isn’t quite as good as it used to be. That’s why I don’t bother to correct him when he pronounces my name UH-LEEN-UH instead of UH-LENN-UH. On his tests, he capitalizes everything and makes tons of typos, so sometimes I miss questions because I can’t tell what he wants us to say. Ocassionally his definitions of things are wrong, so you’ve really got to pay attention to the difference from his answer to what the book says, and know what to put on the test. The class is “Advanced”. But it’s not. It’s really not.

5th Block: Lunch.
Lunch is lunch. Times for arguments with friends, jokes aplenty, and retarded principals that have nothing better to do than make the entire eighth grade get punished because two kids threw food at each other.

6th Block: Mrs. Artz
Somebody please make this class disappear. It’s the easiest class of the day!! And it’s ADVANCED ENGLISH. Oh my God. You have no idea how frustrating it is to have the ability to get into advanced classes, and then attend classes and discover that they are in no way advanced. I mean, SERIOUSLY. We’ve been going over nouns and prepositions since FIRST GRADE. And we’re doing them again. In eighth grade.

7th Block: Womack or Reid.
Womack: Mr. Womack pwns every teacher I’ve ever had. He’s funny, smart, and knows what he’s talking about.
Reid: Mrs. Reid is pretty cool. She’s our RISE teacher. She’s a lot younger than my other two RISE teachers, but some of her new ways of doing things get on my nerves. I miss Mrs. Garrett.

Ehh.
Only 189 more days left.

I haven’t posted on this blog in two months.

I’m sorry.

I tend to say that a lot, when I post on this blog, don’t I?  Well, honestly…I’m lazy. And I forgot about it. I’ve been a little busy, with school picking back up and stuff.

I’m not gonna give my what, two? loyal readers a big long speech on how I’ll try and be better about posting on this blog, because I may not. I won’t forget about it completely, but I can’t promise frequent posting.

We’ll just have to see how things go.

I Know it’s Kind of Late for Sarah Palin Insults…

…but these were simply hilarious.

Stupid Girls.

She proves a great point here.

It’s terrible what girls believe nowadays. I mean, I have grown up around this stuff. My parents are always warning me not to get involved with all that stuff in the video, but the media and girls at school really gets to me. Then  I realize what a total idiot I am being and I stop.

Mostly.

But girls (not just girls, guys, too), think that they have to look absolutely perfect and conform to fashion trends all the time. Don’t get me wrong; it’s nice to take pride in your appearance and not dress like a total dork all the time. But they end up forgetting about what’s actually important, like their schoolwork and their future, and end up focusing on whether or not they’re “skinny enough” or wearing the “coolest clothing brands”.

I’ve seen many of my friends slip into this, and it makes me sad. It really does. I’ve seen girls throwing up in the bathroom, I’ve seen them skipping lunch, and overall looking like a skeleton with no muscle mass. Me? I like my food. I eat. Maybe I eat a bit much, but that’s fine. I’m slowly getting over my insecurities about my body, and learning to love myself for who I am.

It’s not just the insecure girls that bug me, either. It’s the ones who think they are the shit that get on my nerves, too. They think that just because they’ve got monster boobs and shirts that come to their belly buttons they’re better than you. Because they can afford to wear a different outfit every single day. And a different hoodie every day in the winter time. Because their shorts are so short they’re almost underwear.

Have some humility! Okay, we get it, you love your body. You don’t have to show it off to the world. Looking slutty isn’t a good thing. And neither is acting slutty. Pounds of makeup doesn’t make you a supermodel. It makes you look like a clown.

I’ll admit…I do a few of the above. I worry about my weight, and I want to wear what’s cool. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, unless you’re constantly doing it.

So girls…get a hold of yourselves. Get some ambition.

Thank you!

Supermousey out.

Ways to Annoy Your Teachers.

(most made up by me, some taken from neopets users on a forum.)

When your teacher asks you a question, say in a robotic tone, “I’m sorry, you are not capable of asking an answerable question. Please try again.”

Be really quiet for the first few days of school. Look really scared if the teacher asks you a question, and answer very softly. Then one day, come in and talk really fast and way too much to the teacher. When asked a question, scream the answer.

If you wear contacts, when the teacher isn’t looking, take it out. Ask to go to the bathroom to put it back in. Do this repeatedly.

Cry. For no reason at all, burst into loud sobs. When the teacher asks you what’s wrong, say with a very large smile, “Nothing!”

Walk into the classroom like a super spy. (keep your back on the walls as you walk, point your finger up like a gun, look around with shifty eyes, hum the mission impossible theme, etc.)

If your teacher is yelling at a classmate, wait for them to finish their tantrum then ask” DOES SOMEBODY NEED A HUG?????” very loudly.

When your teacher asks you why you didn’t do your homework say “I dropped it while beating up this guy for saying you’re the worst teacher ever.” then smile and sit.

During a test, raise your hand and wait for your teacher to walk over to you. Then when they whisper, “what do you need help on?” you smirk and whisper “I know what you did last summer”

When turning in a paper, write this paper will self destruct in 5 seconds and the bottom.

When you leave the class bow and say “May the force be with you, young one.”

When you’re an adult, look up your old teacher in a phone book. Then go to their house in the middle of the night. Sneak up by their bed, Give him/her a twisted and demented look and say “Heh….I’m back….MUAHAHAHA!”

Turn in a letter you wrote to someone. And say you got the papers mixed up. But it will take a long time to get the paper back because they live in siberia or something. It will give you more time for your homework or report.

When you give the wrong answer to a question, look at no one, and go, See, I told you that wasn’t the right answer!

Keep raising your hand. Everytime the teacher recognizes you, go, Never mind.

When you are called up to do a problem on the board, go up, and then stare blankly at the board, and ask the teacher constantly what you were suppose to do. Then tell the teacher you have a memory problem.

Come to school and follow your teacher everywhere. walk right behind them and stare at them intently.

walk behind your teachers humming the “Jaws” theme song.

When the teacher says something say, “According to my calculations, that is incorrect.”

When your teacher asks a question. wave your hand in the air yelling “Pick Me Pick ME!” And when the teacher picks you say “I forgot the answer”

When the announcements come on over the intercom, fall out of your desk and squirm around on the floor, screaming, “NOOOO!!!!!!! NOT THE VOICES AGAIN!”

RIP Michael Jackson.

Now, the only thing I’ve ever known about Michael Jackson was his pedophilia trial. That was before my dad showed me some videos on youtube, like Thriller and Beat It. I’m not a real fan of his music, but that guy could dance! I’m definitely not old enough to know what a wonderful artist or singer/dancer he was. I just know that he’s going to missed around the world. He was really famous, and a really good singer and dancer. He had always said that he wanted to live forever, and have his head frozen so that if man comes up with an idea on how to bring men back to life, he could be brought back to life. But that wish is probably never going to come true. I really hope he died at the right time. I know that people are going to miss him.

Rest in Peace, Michael Jackson.

Good job, guys! I love it!

Tokio Hotel has a new album coming out, and a little bit of two of their new songs has been released. They said they want fan responses. Here’s mine:

I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!

Dark side of the Sun is better than Pain of Love, but Pain of Love is still amazing.

Listen for yourselves: