In the corner of my mind

Been super busy lately (and will be even busier over the next few weeks thanks to schoolwork and concerts) but I promise to pull a massive upload soon. I’ll be posting a bunch of journal entries I was forced to write for school. We were allowed to write about anything we wanted so long as we didn’t admit to any illegal activity or give teachers cause for alarm, so naturally I wrote funny and slightly dark entries that tended to meander off into strange tangents. One of them concerns the unique and bizarre physiology of the platypus. I wish I was kidding.

To anyone who reads: know that I don’t consider you stupid. All mean and sarcastic segments are aimed directly at my ditzy, annoying health teacher who made me write them in the first place. To give you a good idea of this woman: imagine a member of the Jersey Shore cast all grown up and teaching in high school. Now give her the most obnoxious, nasally voice you can muster- think female Squidward with a pronounced New York accent. That’s my health teacher.

Where was I? Ah, yes. Wrapping up the main point. To summarize: very busy, gotta compose a four-part brass piece and get it rehearsed in time for the presentation, which required a little bit of blackmail to obtain the necessary players (caught the trumpet player selling weed to the other trombonist in the band room. Not that I really care what they do, I just needed to threaten them into helping me out) but now I actually have to write the thing. Welp.

It’s proxy time! Apparently, tumblr counts as “pornography” now so officially, I never posted here. Idiots. You’d think they’d have figured out we all use proxies by now. (And really, why did administration allow the creation of a “pagan” filter that has a nasty tendency to block all non-christian sites? In a predominantly Jewish and Sikh school district, no less. People sometimes…) No matter which proxy you use, there’s a client-side block on ALL scripts including java, so no fancy text formatting until later. Though I doubt anyone (barring myself, for it is second period, I have Internet, and I am bored) is on tumblr at 8:30 in the morning.

Where was I going with this? Ah, right. Current events.

Unless you’re living under a rock (or haven’t stopped playing Portal 2 since it came out *cough*) you’re probably aware of the fact that Osama bin Laden is finally dead. When I heard the news, all I could think was “the monster under the bed is gone”. I was eight years old when the towers fell; Osama bin Laden immediately became the boogeyman. My dad was in the city for work, but he was fine. Other kids from my school lost friends and family. All over the news, the towers falling, the people running, the face of one man splashed across the screen. I remember little of elementary school, but that day is still seared into my memory. That clear blue Tuesday, that cruel sunny Tuesday. That last golden summer day when everything fell and broke and burned into painful little shards.

Never before had I seen such a brilliant blue sky. Never did I see one quite the same way again.

Not long after, when the United States declared war on Afghanistan and Iraq, the school put up an enormous world map in the lobby. They tried to show us that Afghanistan was very far away and no-one there could hurt us, but all I knew was that it had already been done and the world was very small. I also knew that war was inherently wrong and all we were doing was making things worse. I haven’t said the pledge of allegience since the day those wars started; the day I forever lost hope in adults and authority, not that it had ever been helpful to me before.

He’s gone now. He’s never coming back. He can’t shatter another summer day with hate and fire and smoke, but there is little comfort in that fact. You can’t save anyone with death; you can’t even honor a memory with it. Sure, he deserved to die, but no raid or execution or tribunal can bring back that clear blue Tuesday when we were just children, still unafraid of the world and innocent of its evils.

Surprise surprise, the school’s generally draconian filter neglected to block tumblr! Not that I couldn’t have simply circumvented it with my favorite proxy…though it is nice not to resort to trickery.

So here I am, posting from the school library, on a computer that was already old at the turn of the millennium. Someone appears to have replaced the backspace key with a superfluous plus sign, stolen from the numpad of a different keyboard. At least this isn’t the one where all of the numbers are switched, or the one that’s half-melted.

(Protip: With a bobby pin and some ingenuity, you too can wreak havoc upon school keyboards!)

School. I’m so close to leaving Plainview and this hideous concrete prison forever. More on school another time, I don’t feel like putting myself in a terrible mood today.

(Protip: Concrete cinder blocks don’t burn. Don’t even try.) 

Found this whilst browsing a forum. I wish I knew who drew it, so I could credit them properly. If the person who created this image is reading this: Unknown fan-artist, you are awesome.

Edit: I love Legos. Still play with mine. Is it sad that I can identify every character in this picture? Also I now have the overwhelming urge to design/build a TARDIS out of Legos.

Hello there, Internet! Shockingly enough, despite being a child of the nineties and a product of the Turn of the Millennium, I’ve never had a blog before. Not even a Pokémon-themed Geocities page circa 1999, sadly lost to history and the great Purge of ‘09. Granted, like every other elementary-school child of the early Noughties, I did have a Neopets account and did basic profile coding in CSS for neopoints. Oh, the misspent hours of my nerdy youth…

However, I’ve never had a place to simply post whatever pops into my scary little head. Oh, what a self-indulgent media! This will be fun. If anyone is reading this, rest assured: I will not simply let this page die. Nope. I will definitely be posting quite a bit.

Until next time!