Two weeks and I start high school. And I’m freaking out. I keep imagining this perfect situation where everything just goes smoothly, but I know the reality is going to slap me in the face come August 28th. This isn’t some teen realistic fiction novel; where the girl starts a new school, makes a bunch of superclose friends, and attracts the attention of the cutest boy, all while getting straight A’s and never chipping her manicure. Nope, the cold hard reality is school, especially high school, majorly sucks. And don’t even get me started about soccer tryout’s. I’m so nervous just hearing those two words said out loud causes me to burst out into hysterical sobs. School hasn’t even started and I’m already on the verge of a mental collapse. Now would really be a good time for me to try some yoga…
Sorry about that…I needed to vent for a second, but I’ve got myself under control now and am ready to steer this post back to the bucket list. Anyway I finally, finally, FINALLY, finished a nonfiction novel. I consider myself an avid reader, maybe even a bookworm, but usually I tend to stick to the teen fiction. However I wanted to branch out and actually learn something (yes, I like to learn outside of school) and thought that reading a nonfiction novel would be a breeze. It was much harder to get through then I had expected, to say the least. Anyhow I had picked a topic I knew absolutely nothing about: World War I. In all my years of history classes not once has this topic ever been brought up, much less taught. It’s ironic considering they practically shove information into our brains about the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, and World War II, but skip teaching about the Korean War, the Vietnam War, and (as I stated above) World War I. Perhaps in high school history I will be enlightened about these topics, in which case I have, unbeknown to me, done a form of extra credit. But for the time being I have to rely on nonfiction books to educate me on these topics. Sadly these books tend to be dull, drab, and overwhelmingly uninteresting. The task of getting through a meer 190 pages was made all the harder by the monotonous writing, which was tiring and tedious to read. Here I am three weeks later and if anything is uttered about WWI my brain will explode. I just…I can’t write anything more about this…it’s too much pressure on my fragile mental state at the moment…#12 is done, done, and done.
Next up I completed #27 Wreck my Wreck this Journal. If you don’t know, a Wreck this Journal is, well hmmm…it’s a journal…that you wreck. All summer I’ve slowly been completing the insane tasks the book asks you to do, such as- Tie a string to the journal. Go for a walk, drag it. Bring this book in the shower with you. and Make a sudden, destructive, unpredictable movement with the journal. It was a crazy, pointless, absolutely wonderful adventure, which left me with a ripped up journal that smells faintly of syrup. 🙂
And finally I completed #97 Rock a totally unique outfit. By unique I mean something that isn’t mass-produced and sold at a chain store. The shirt I got at a thrift store, the shoes and necklace from Etsy.com, and the pants were actually jeans from Old Navy, but I’m still saying the outfit counts. 🙂
Anyway I’m sorry this post was poorly written and choppy, but I’m running on limited brain power at the moment and my nerves are pretty fried. Hopefully I’ll get it under control for the next post. In the mean time…
May the summer be ever in your favor,