Saturday, December 25, 2004

Merry Christmas Everyone!!!

Man...Christmas. Christmas at my mother's house, which was actually Christmas eve, was fun and normal and, well....not chaos. However, Christmas at my Father's house was the definition of chaos. People I didn't even know were there. Almost every one of my step siblings has a spouse or fiance, and a couple have children, and one of the spouse's family came (I can't even remember which one). Someone I had never met was asking me how to play the violin. God, I never realized how hard to explain that is. Well, I couldn't even count how many people were here. It was really awkward. I'm glad it's almost over.


Virginia Faith at 6:18 PM

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Monday, December 20, 2004

As many of you know, white chocolate is my first love. I'm not very fond of any other chocolate, only white. So I have been looking for hugs (like kisses only white chocolate instead of milk) every where I go. Everytime we go some where with a Christmas candy aisle that's the first thing I look for. I couldn't find them anywhere except I found some yesterday. I found them at longs (thank you James). I have hugs, my Christmas is complete

Virginia Faith at 1:09 PM

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Thursday, December 16, 2004

this poem is for my friend ____
who is the best friend I have ever had
whose tired green eyes
hidden behind glasses
look back at me from a world I feel privileged
to be a part of
who helps me with my homework
who feeds me a complement
when I need one most
he drives me home after a stressful school day
in his 85 Century Buick
with a giant crack in the windshield
which grows larger every time I see it
I always complain about the falling
fabric ceiling in his car
we skate around the ice rink
talking about how I can be witty like him
afterwards we enjoy a root beer float shake
at dreamers cafe
he tells me his crazy ideas
like mailing spam
and recycling Egg Roll King
and "family joules"
he obsesses about seatbelts
if they are not put back very neatly
he asks me what he should wear the next day
and almost never actually wears what it is I tell him to wear.
sometimes he plans his clothing to clash on purpose
his style is nothing like anyone else
his musical talent is broader
than most musicians of his age
my best times have been times I spend with him
and this it why I write this poem
with great respect and compassion
to my best friend

I really wish more of my assignments included writing about friends. I didn't even really think of this as an assignment. It was kinda fun...

Virginia Faith at 6:44 PM

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I like it.

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Wednesday, December 15, 2004

I didn't want this to be a blog where I just vent about the shitty things in life but it seems that is exactly what is has become. I guess that's just because of how things are going for me right now. I trust the break will give an upside to things. But for now here it is...

I really try to be ambiguous about problems involving other people, but it's going to be tough with this situation. So I'll just say that I may be quitting Jazz Band next semester. But I hate giving things up, because then I feel like I'm missing out on something, which I will be. Not to mention they will have to find a new bass trombone player, which is not an easy task. I feel like lately I've just been quitting things I really enjoy. I'm not a quitter. But this is not the point. It bothers me when I'm not the best at something, and Jazz band is getting in the way of that. It also bothers me when people give others credit I deserve. It also bothers me when I am not included in the things I want to be a part of. It also bothers me when people don't think very highly of me. These are the real things that are bothering me tonight. I don't know what to do. There should be a way to fix any problem, right? Well, I'm having a hard time finding a solution that will make me happy.

Virginia Faith at 9:07 PM

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Sunday, December 12, 2004

Time is against me. So I think to myself, time to straighten out my priorities. But really there's nothing I can give up without disappointing someone. The only thing I can change is honors English, and I wouldn't give that up if I didn't have to because in the long run, that would have really helped me (what with AP and all). And this also means no Pops orchestra; and even though Haskell decided to help me work something out with marching band next year I'll really have to consider things before I just go and do MB. I did, and have many times, considered giving up band all together, but I've never been able to push myself to do that. I can't give up something I love. But on the other hand it is in the way of more progress I could be making on the violin. I think the biggest problem are these dreadful visits to Fernley I'm obligated to make. If I were in Reno right now I wouldn't be stressing about a scale sequence I wasn't able to practice this weekend because my music is at home. Because obviously, I would have it, and every other belonging of mine. I would have my computer with my files allowing me to make my next essay draft, an assignment that is due tomorrow. Now I will be up later than necessary finishing homework as I am every Sunday after I've been at my dad's house. This is my biggest waste of my time. But I can't do anything about it because my father is the source of 90% of my belongings and I'd be living the life a poor girl if I neglected him. Grrrr.....

I really need this winter break.


Virginia Faith at 2:16 PM

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Monday, December 06, 2004

That's the last time I drive with my mom and another passenger in the car at the same time. My mom gets all overly cautious, and that doesn't help me at all. She turns into the driving instructor all teenagers dread. She kept yelling at me about my grades and telling me that she's not going to let me do marching band next year even though Mr. Haskell has decided to strike a deal with me. So then I guess I goofed up at a light and she says 'Your should really not think about other things while you are driving.' Then shut the fuck up! Stop yelling at me about things I'm already sensitive about such as my grades! What the fuck does she expect? She is normally very calm about my driving and tells me how I'm such a better driver than my sisters. That's fine, I'm just not driving with her and other passengers again.

Never again.


Virginia Faith at 7:09 PM

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Thursday, December 02, 2004

If I have to write another (aq) I'm going to jump out a window. If I ever see another ionic compound I'm likely to hit something. The only upside to all of this is that it's very likely to raise my chem grade. Can't say so much for my English grade. I haven't been in regular English since 5th grade (there was no such thing in 5th grade). So basically I've always been in honors. I really hate the idea of being kicked out of honors and pushed into regular English. But I can't change that now. The only thing I can do is organize my priorities, which means no marching band next year. And since Mr. Haskell didn't seem to care too much when I told him I'm not doing marching band next year, why should I? I won't give a shit when they suck because of lack of low brass. It's not my problem.

What a great week I'm having.

Virginia Faith at 8:25 PM

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