Study Hall and the Abyss

So I'm in study hall right now. Super interesting. I was using this computer to try to get notes because I was sick the past few days :( , but the universe really does not want me learn more about Kelvins (this is a unit of measurement, not some great army of men named Kelvin). But I have this computer, and I figured, why do something productive when you can waste 52 minutes. Neither Jessica or I have been on this blog (I hate saying that word, so I probably will never say it again-I feel dirty when I say it) in a long time, and every day in our AP European History class, I end up saying something that comes across as outlandishly stupid, and she says "This is why we have to go on the _____  [wasn't joking when I said I wasn't going to say it] more often".

My study hall is in my freshman English teacher's room. I am quite pleased that I do not have study hall in the "big study hall room", room 237, also revered by the students as the "room where dreams go to die". As opposed to most of the rooms fitting 30 people closely packed, this room is double the size, with double the students, and a random teacher with a free period. I have never had a study hall in that room, and, so help me God, if I ever have one there, I will change my schedule (you probably thought I was going to be melodramatic and say something sounding as though it were from the likes of Jeffrey Dahmer).

There is nothing going on in this room. Everyone is trying to secretly use their phone (I see you). I have math next hour and I do NOT want to go to math. I've been gone the last few days, and I will be more lost than a trust fund kid in the ghetto.

I don't know if you, a rather observant fellow, has noticed that the length of the paragraphs have shortened as my apathy has grown. But it's a true story.

I heard someone say (on the internet ;) ) "He's cheaper than a half priced hooker behind the dollar store on Black Friday". This phrase brought me immense joy.

By this point, the school district is probably getting ready to severely punish my computer use because I have used language unbecoming of a proper student (I said hooker, and Jeffrey Dahmer and I had to look up how to spell that so my googleing is corrupted). Whatevesies (sound it out you intellectual swine).

Why is internet underlined as not being a word, but selfie is okay? These are the questions that will haunt a generation (like: why do I like learning when it is put to a catchy tune and crapy video).

I was trying to put in a picture of a cute cat to brighten your day, but I do not want to save a picture of a cat and then have the school ask me why there is a cat picture on my computer. So, instead I shall leave you with a parenthesis and a colon (not that type of colon because that would definitely not brighten your day unless you're into that sort of thing . . .) wait for it

wait for it

one second now

:)

Doesn't that make you feel better?

"When you look into an abyss, the abyss looks into you." -Friedrich Nietzsche*

now how do you feel

*shout out to the fellow haters of this guy

I have nothing left to say. Have a nice day (or year), or if your a moody German philosopher (all the German philosophers) I hope you fall into the abyss.

:)

The Reformation Wasn't Just Religious

I survived my second AP Euro History test, though with what score I have no idea. Let us hope it is not as undesirable as the first. 

As Libbie has pointed out, the government has shut down. (Fun times.) Not exactly what I would consider good news, especially since this does not mean that Congress will actually accomplish anything. (That would be a miracle.)

However, I think its important we all remember what's really important.

After the Reformation, both doctors and the Church discouraged women from using wet nurses, mostly due to the fact this practice is very unhealthy for the child. 

Because this is definitely something relevant to the Reformation, as opposed to something random that's just filling my textbook's pages. (If it ever comes up as a Jeopardy question, I'll be ready.) 

In the meantime, since I am very busy and should not probably be blogging right now, have a picture of   Ulrich Zwingli, because of all the Reformers, he had the coolest name.

Oh, Government *sigh*

The American government is about as close to shutting down as it has been since the mid 90s.
For all of those non-Americans that don't watch The West Wing as well as the government flunkies that so frequently go upon this blog,  let me give you the quickest run down I can.
Basically, the republicans and democrats of the intelligent Socratic society we call congress are disagreeing and are unwilling to compromise enough to fix the problem. The disagreement is over the second least sexy political issue (only after taxes), healthcare. But we're about to hit the debt ceiling aswell which is fun.
If they can not reach an agreement within the hour, the government will shutdown. When that happens, the government is defunded and can not pay for a lot of stuff except for a fewselect things. And everyone that works for the government is unofficially fired (until it reboots). It will probably take a couple of days to start up again,  but I'm still flipping out.
If I die, tell Obama his hair looked especially funny today on C-Span.
There are 45 minutes left.
I'll see you on the other side.

I Think I Might be Part-Hermit

While Libbie's apparently been away at her month-long camp, I've been achieving great things, like watching old(ish) movies and reading a bunch of books. I'm certainly 'living the life' (of a hermit). Regardless, I also got the chance to start Doctor Who, and I have a feeling a certain someone who also posts on this blog will be pleased to hear that. (Three seasons in four days, Libbie. I'm going mad.)

Considering that we haven't yet heard back from Libbie, let's all assume she's being held captive by aliens that live in MI. (I can't remember what state that is, for shame.) So, instead, let's chat about summer homework.


Summer homework is a treacherously terrible thing that I've recently been introduced to. I've actually not got much, compared to a few of my friends. (One of them is taking a two-year course in high school, so she's got a number of full papers due first day of school.) Still, doing three different maps of Europe's been driving me a little batty, and I now know more about the society in the time between the fall of the Roman Empire and the Renaissance than I ever really cared to know.

Of course, I'm not suffering alone. There's a good forty or so other kids being driven up numerous walls by European maps and the Holy Roman Empire in my school, too. Misery does love its company.


Just like Libbie, my life this summer's been relatively boring as well. So, I see your adorable kitten and raise you a baby hedgehog.

What about the Vegetable Farmers?

We have this thing in prospering nations called fooditis (that is the official name). Basically we eat things such as meat and oil and it is bad for us and it gives people heart disease and dilates your arteries and cases many different types of cancer.

At least that is what I heard from this documentary called "Forks Over Knives".

In other news . . .
I'm at a month long camp at a University in MI. We're staying in these dorms. I know two people here, my roommate was late, and it is a huge campus. It's a little overwhelming, but I think I'll survive. If you don't here back from me, I probably died (or it was an average month in which I posted once).


I just got back from my grandmother's house.

This has been my life. 

Considering how boring it has been, I will leave you with pictures of adorable kittens.

 

An Ode to Pig Farmers

I have something very important to post about today. It's so important, I illustrated it myself.


Today, I would like to bring to your attention a group of people who are often not thought about, yet are critical to the general well-being of the universe: pig farmers.

Why yes, I am an artist.

Pigs are incredibly dirty, stinky, nasty creatures. They look adorable when they're clean, sure, but pigs are never clean.

Of course, pigs also make fabulously delicious food, in forms such as ham, bacon, and the like.

Which means that, in order to get the yummy food, those pig farmers have to put up with those smelly, dirty pigs. I've learned this after having to babysit pigs myself.

Thank you for what you do, pig farmers. Thank you for putting up with pigs so the rest of us don't have to. You're awesome.

Abraham Lincoln's Twitter Account

I've been thinking (oh noooo!) about how differently we will be screening for presidents of the future.

With social media and the Internet, what if the Abe Lincoln of tomorrow posted a controversial tweet? What if it comes up during the general election that the candidate was eating ice cream instead  of studying for their bio exam because they finally realized that they only live once?

If the requirement will be that no one used social media, never disagreed with anyone, or lived in a log cabin with no wi-fi, how will we ever get a president?

This is kinda weird, and you should remember that it is practically midnight, but an interesting topic none the less.

Exams are over for us (finally) and it's summer vacation! I hope you enjoy it!