This is the End.

Hello Friends.
So today  I have one day of sophomore year left.
This one was a doosy
I have been grounded, I've lost friends, made friends, made enemies, found out that teachers are never as evil as we make them out to be and I've done some growing up.
It all started with an amazing first week and the challenge to blog everyday this year.
I didn't hit the mark on that one. And that's what this year has been. Hit or Miss.
One big game of chance. And I'm tentative to say I came out the winner.
This has been a weird experience. Everyone has become more human, and situations have taken on a new charm. Honestly I don't think everything that's happened this year has been bad. I've become a new person. All about attempting to be me.
So with all that in mind here's next years forecast.
* I'm staying at Ipoly! (this is a very long and complicated explanation that might be updated on my new blog maybe. I don't know yet.)
*Summer Homework, all about Shakespeare
*New house, Goodbye Hogan Hello Hedman
*New teachers.
*New Groups
*More growth???
*Drama???
*The other kind of drama???
*New house???
*Driving????
Who knows.
I just want to say thank you. This has been an amazing and terrorizing experience. I will not forget all of it but I might block out most of it. I know that things are changing so quickly and that I've never been one to fall behind. But I welcome this new stuff. Maybe it will be amazing.
Who knows where I'm going from here, I could become famous next year, or maybe I'll end up dead. But whatever happens I'll do my best to keep you in the loop.
The song of the day is This is the End by Reliant K
As always,
Stay Classy.

Everything Got Weirdly Happy.

So the fact of the matter is I'm super grounded right now, but an elephant's trunk full of stuff has happened recently and I'm not sure why but a malestorm of happy harpys are brewing in my tummy. It could be the fact that I'm actually doing things right for once. Or maybe I'm excited for change. Change is sorta in the air once again.
So maybe a list is in order.
(But before that) Is it weird that I treat this very much as my diary as well as my story. This is my legacy of sophomore year. I want it to be so fabulous and honestly it sorta sucked. But that hasn't really mattered this few days. And I'm just figuring I'm more honest with complete strangers then some of my "best friends". Weird.
Okay here's the list of weird/cool events that have happened recently:
*still really grounded
*I drove a car. (And no one was injured!)
*I acted in a really cool show
*got my first kiss
*came out of the closet
*remade a really amazing friend
*discovered I can be more amazingly strong and epic then I give myself credit for
*apparently I'm moving in december
*and I figured out how to torrent stuff!!! Which has opened my eyes!
Yeah that's a list of events, and that's not even the half of it. Turns out, when you decide you're incharge of your happiness you really try and take charge. I'm even learning more songs on uku and I'm learning the guitar.
Being grounded makes me get hobbies.
Oh and I'm applying for a million different jobs. (That was a bit of a stretch. It's more like 1000 jobs xP)
Everything is crazy and slightly unstable.
I have a song of the day but I can't remeber the name, so just check out Forever The Sickest Kids. They rock.
As always,
Stay classy.

Oh Dear Me How Times Have Changed

Hello fellow Internet Prisoners.

So It's been a major vacation since our last update and I appologise, I've been all caught up in my drama that I forgot what I love doing.
So quick update (s) about me:
-Currently grounded (again) Looking like June 10th relise date, but not sure.
-I got really low recently and I'm trying my best to get back up.
-Mom knows. Everything.
-I'm trying to transfer to Ayala High School (the one that Chloe goes to)

There is a whole lot that I want to talk about, because now I'm talking. I've been bottling lately and I feel like I'm going nuts. But I don't have time. I'm leaving school in twenty minutes to go to my sisters house to be prayed over or something. (Side note: still bitter about Mom wanting to banish my bad emotions with a little Religion.)
I'm going to try and start doing updates once a week from my phone, maybe every other Thursday (improv schedule?)I just miss talking about what's important to me. Which brings me to the biggest change that's going to be happening around here.
I'm Changing the blog name, the URL will stay until the end of the year but im changing that too. Or I'm thinking about after sophomore year just starting a new blog and leaving this one alone. But the name is changing, this isn't a sophomore fever. This is something completely different.

Now that I'm looking at a calender and I'm realizing that I have seven weeks of sophomore year left. And I'm thinking about all the things that changed this year. I've lost a lot of friends, and I've completely altered my homelife wiether or not I want to admit it. I've gotten a lot older this year, and I'm feeling the effects. I'm starting to put something in perspective, but others not so much...
This has been a huge year for me, my writing, my personality, my mental health. Just everything has changed.

But I'm still trying to stay as hopeful as possible.
Song of the day Do what you do by Cute is what we aim for.
Sorry the end is rushed.

All About the Music.

This is the playlist I made back at the start of the year and as we only have three months left I figured I'd finally release this. 

That's it for today, but we have big big news coming, so be warned.
And enjoy the tunes.

Growing up.

Hey Internet,
So it's a funny fact of life that eventually we will all have to grow up. Either you turn thirteen and are about to enter the threshold of puberty (which let me tell you, will not be fun.) Or you're eighteen about to make a life for yourself.
But sometimes you're a special case of someone whose coming of age came too quick. Call us early bloomers, old souls, or wise ones we know what's going on and how to deal with it. Well we know what's going on, how to deal with it is fuzzy at best.
Let me entertain your thoughts for a moment. I am sixteen going on seventeen (baby it's time too think... SOM? anyone? no... okay.) and I have been faced with the possible option of moving out on my own, finishing high school, all the while being responsible for my own living quarters. Now I'm not saying I'm not going to get any help, just that I'm going to have to be more self relent in the coming months.
To break it down in simple language, my grandfather may lose the house I am currently living in. Which isn't as bad as it sounds because gramps can support himself and his wife (Nana I think I've bitched about her before.) But he can no longer support Me, Mom, Mom's Boyfriend, Boyfriend's Kids, Baby Sister, and Himself and Nana. That's eight people by the way.
But instead of leaving me alone with my mother, grandpa has a few other plans. Now it's important to note that as of the current moment, January 28th 2014, nothing has happened yet. We are just planning for the near future and keeping events that may take place in mind. Some of these plans include getting me set up with a part time job, an apartment, and a roommate.
I'm not going to lie about being terrified. Honestly I didn't think this was ever even possible to happen. I've seen the high school coming of age movies. I live with my parents until senior year, I get the guy, and eventually graduate. This is so far from what I imagined sixteen being. And I literally have no clue how to go about this. I calculated the numbers if I were to get a part time job. I wouldn't make enough money to cover the deposit on an apartment, much less rent. And don't get me started on utilities and luxuries.
Plus my school is forty times more intense then other schools. Projects, group meetings, and being an adult with a job (or two it looks like?) As well as my damaged emotional state and pension for dramatics. Life as a sixteen year old adult doesn't look good to me.
Even after all of that mind crushing reality. The fact that I could get out of this toxic environment early is one of the best wishes I have ever had. My grandpa has done a lot for me, and he will continue to do so. But getting away from my mom and her bullshit and her boyfriends. Nothing in the world has ever seemed so worth \putting myself through hell for.
So this is what I'm leaving on. Growing up and all it's horrible charms.
Song of the day is Grow up by Paramore
As always,
Stay classy.

Nerdy Girl, Illness, and WTF School Projects?

I'm still sick, and now I'm on my period and everything sucks royally.
Well not everything, but let me outline to you my day.

• Ugh PE
• Ugh House (Learning about Ebola is literally the least pleasant thing I have had to experience today.)
• Yay drama, ugh I feel like crap. (Also huge thank you to Jenelle for being a goddess and giving me five bucks cause she's amaz-balls.)
• LUNCH
• UGH MARY SHELLEY YOUR PREFACE SUCKS BALLS.

But it does little to no good to dwell on the negative so let's go on the positive.

• I feel human today
• I got candy
• Pie for lunch
• I'm actually looking forward to school work

Speaking of drama. We are doing this really awesome play for Hogan('s? s? s'?) and although I didn't get the part I wanted, I do love the part I got. I'm playing the Nerdy Girl. And her lines are pretty rad. I feel really connected to her. I don't know, She only has like two lines I believe. But she's really cool (she also has no name so I'm going to call her Serena like Sailor Moon.)
Honestly I'm pretty good today. The work load is light but there, I got to listen to something that, although it bored me to tears, is actually pretty good once I go through and re-read it. It was just the narrators voice that was putting me to sleep.
Honestly my day has been pretty dull. And uneventful, but nice.
Song of the day Resolution by Matt Corby
As always,
Stay Classy.

Of Sickness, Non-Updates, and Everything Else.

Hello fellow Internet people. With faces. or at least some sort of feature allowing you to view the multi-worded masterpiece being crafted before your very eyes.
*cough*
Okay so I haven't updated in forever and there is no excuse. I sorta just forgot for awhile and then when I thought about updating I didn't.
I'm majorly struggling with the idea that people can (and will, and have) act nice and like they are my friend and like I'm important to them. When in reality they hate me. This is a foreign concept to me. Back in grades 1-6th I was made fun of. grades 7-8 I was thought of as this brave outspoken.... I don't know savior. Spreading the message of goodwill to all men. ( I went to a christian school. sue me.) But now I'm introduced into this world of two faced people who I can never trust. Maybe it's just my image issues, but I started questioning what drama thought about me yesterday. "What if they really hate me. They say they miss/need/like me to my face but when I turn around I'm the 'annoying blonde girl who's too loud.'"
and it sucks.
I've also started thinking in the terms that I don't fit. Not that my weight is a problem or that my size is anything, but that I don't belong anywhere. Like I have my School Friends who I eat lunch with and talk with, a couple and a fellow single person and sometimes other people. And I don't fit with them. Sometimes I just don't feel like saying anything because it's dismissed. We all do it to each other.
And I'm not punk enough to be a punk rock rebel. I haven't been in enough shows or classes to be a drama expert. I'm not the smartest or the dumbest. I don't match with my new group. I don't fit. Even in my own family, I feel uncomfortable and like I shouldn't be there.
I don't fit.
I'm also really sick right now. Coughing, aches, runny nose, fever the whole shebang. It sucks because I missed my audition today because I didn't go to school.
Oh well, that just a part of my life right now.
Never feeling completely at ease, always checking over my shoulders.
Song of the day (and quite possibly the year) Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year By Fall Out Boy
As always,
Stay classy.

Well fuck.

Hi.

So I'm not grounded right now. But I might be soon. Whatever right? I've pretty much ignored everything I love to repent my sins, basically I've been trying to be perfect for my mother. Which is stupid. 

I'm going to be eighteen in two close years (seriously talk about counting down days.) and I need to learn the only person I need to please is myself. I had that down but then I got drawn back into this painful thought that I will ever have the fairy tale happy family. Mine is broken and it doesn't understand how to put love into the atmosphere. Mom isn't talking to me. She never does anymore. 

This is just a side effect of living. We are a cancer on the earth and the universe is radiology treatment attempting to rid the host of malicious cells. It hurts to know that things wont ever be okay between my mother and me. We are just a repeat of every poor constructed mother daughter relationship that's happened in my family history.

I miss my Dad. I wish he was here to guide me through the mine field, or at least crack a joke to ease the tension. I wonder if things would have been different had my dad not died. Would Mom be happy? Would I? 

I had a funny realization yesterday. When I was nine I didn't think I would live to twelve. And when I was twelve I was positive I wouldn't make it to eighteen. Here I am, two years away with the end in sight. I thought for sure I would have given into all the pain and suffering a long time ago. Hell I was institutionalized when I was thirteen and though "This is it, I'm done." And I stood and weathered the storm. 

I think that's a good place to end. Weathering the storm. 

Life sucks most of the time. So learn to love the rain.

Song of the day is Grand Theft Autumn/ Where Is Your Boy By Fall Out Boy

As always,

Stay classy.

CrAcking.

I think I've finally snapped.
I'm sad, and angry, and frustrated all at the same time. Nothing seems to be right. I'm restless, I didn't sleep until 7 AM last night. I'm ticked off at everything. Literally everything has been frustrating me as of the last few days, and there is nothing I can do about it. I want to fix everything. Just magically make all the sadness go away for a week or two. I know that can't happen without my friends.

My friends are the only reason I'm sane. I can promise that if they weren't here I wouldn't make this long haul. Maybe I would, who knows.

I miss writing every day. Even if I did just blabber about my day or me. It was good to see that people care, or are listing. I'm just a sixteen year old tragedy that happens every day. At least I have yet to cook meth or be shot. Or both, both would be bad. I don't even want to talk to my friends anymore. No, I don't want to reach out to them. It hurts admitting that I'm not strong enough to handle this one alone. I was when my Dad died. I was when Mom had another kid and got a new family. When she ditched our plan to be with an asshole. (Though she always did.) I was strong enough when she started drinking again.

But I can't do this alone. This soul crushing sadness that breaks me and cracks my perfect exterior. I just want a promise I can believe in. Someone I know is without a doubt on my side. But that's not how this works. I can't make a wish and have it come true. I have to fight hard, and dream.
I'm sorry there is no song of the day. I just don't know a song that, I lied.
Song of the day is Here Comes the Anxiety by The Wombats
Thanks for listing to me complain.
As always,
Stay classy.

Don't You Dare Tell Me Not to Cry.

Dear "STEP-'father'" (I.E not my real dad, AKA no relation to me, Also known as, I so don't need this right now)
Are you serious? 
Really, you aren't getting all over me?
Not pushing? 
That is the most untrue statement I've heard all year. You are not my father you are not in charge of me. Stop, you are going to stop, now. I'm done taking your verbal abuse, and letting you try and control me via my mother. You are a pig, and you do not get to decide how I feel. You do not get to chose my reaction to you continuously telling me I'm not good enough. I cannot wait until I'm eighteen, because you are my new motivation to get out of this toxic house.
-Yours with malice, Hunter.

Hey fellow bloggers.
I'm sixteen, and I am done with the ritualistic verbal torture thrust upon me by my family. Or should I say the people I live with. I really have no real family. My "mother" has been absent in my life more more years then I care to count. My "step father" a misogynistic pig who tries to turn girls into decoration. My "grandmother" the woman I've called Satan since I was six. All the false siblings, and fake mothers, and broken pieces.

I will build a house, no, I will build a home. A warm space that exudes good vibes and radiates light like a prism. I know that for now I'm living in a horror show, but that's only temporary. One day I will be free to live and dream. I wont have to fight anymore.

I know this isn't school related, but it's me related. I love you guys, and writing to you has become a real time. I finally feel better outside of the house. I'm okay at school, I'm not worried about friends and my relationships with them. School, and the stress from school isn't the problem anymore. It's my home life.
WHICH SUCKS BALLS BTW!
anyhow, song of the day is Deja Vu  by Sleeping with Sirens
As always,
Stay classy.
P:S. I'm staying at Ipoly. There is no way that I could leave. Also, I became a vegetarian. Many a thing happens while i'm away.
Have a picture of a puppy to make up for it

Forgive Hunter... FORGIVE
HER!!!

An open letter to a person. (Sorry for the inactivity)

To Miss Thin. 

The biggest contributing factor in determining a countries Olympic standing is their population. I theorize that a larger population creates a bustling economy and helps create a larger buzz for the Olympics, bringing more money into the country. Another contribution of a large population is a diversity that smaller populations may not possess. Larger more diverse pools of athletes can create the best possible outcome for an Olympic sport. While at the same time a large population could be crippling. Bigger populations can decrease the chance of finding that all-star athlete that pushes a country to a gold medal.

To clearly explain my reasoning behind this, I have none. This is stupid. I don’t know how or why Olympic medals have anything to do with population. Or anything to do with that list you gave us for that matter. How does this help me in the future? Will knowing the Olympic results for Paraguay really help me on the SAT’s? No, it won’t. The problem is you are so used to giving us an assignment and having us be occupied with it no one would ask questions. Well I like to learn. And I am getting sick and tired of wasting an hour and a half of my life every day for a second vocabulary class.

Now here’s a real question. What is the correlation of students that have an NC in your class who love to learn? Because kids, teens, and young adults love to learn. So stop blaming your bad teaching methods on my class as a whole. Because it’s stupid. Problem is I can’t say any of this. I can’t say how shit I think your class is, or how I wish your over glorified vocab class would kindly go away. I do know that I have gone further over the word count writing a rant about your horrid class then I ever could have made if I was writing a legitimate response to your ridiculous question. Thank you.

With warm regards,

Hunter Baugus.

Busy Bee Excuse.

Hello fellow Internet Procrastinators,

So I'm not going to have an excuse this time. We both know that I fucked up. Sorry.

But I can sum up the last few days in one word. Hell.

Being gone for two days has sent my grades into a tailspin and me into a frenzy. I am so busy trying to get caught up, that I completely spaced on catching you up. I feel like I need a major vacation from school, and I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving break.

But I'll be okay, I know I'm not doing so hot as a person right now. And I'm pushing people, and things I love, away. Apparently these are all symptoms of "Loose ends-itus." Okay, so we both know that's not a thing. It should be, but it's not.

School was hellish today, I'm so worried about getting perfect grades it's causing me too panic. Math is an excellent example of "What the fuck do I do here?" times. (P:s Did you know that fuck is the only infix in the English language. Pretty fanfuckingtastic, don't ya think?) I understood the things really basically but I wouldn't have been fast enough too finish it on my own, and I had too copy off a friend, after they made me prove I could do it. And I figured out a problem they didn't get.

Science is proving a challenge too.. an NC challenge but I think I can improve it..

Oh yeah, and I'm an asshole and hurt everything I hold dear, and Im thinking about just not trying to fix anything anymore.
Except school. Maybe I'll just stop having friends all together. Who knows....

I am in this melting pot of headaches and I don't know how to get out and maybe no one is reading this anymore because it's not like I'm talking important stuff anymore.
I'm cold.
Song of the day is R.I.P by 3oh!3
As always,
Stay classy.

Three Day's Lost, and a Long Ass Story.

Okay so I'm going to forget our normal greetings. There is no "hey Internet!" today.

I'm going to explain exactly why I didn't make any posts since Tuesday.
Okay to preface, I am physically okay, what has happened over the course of the last three days has not physically effected me (unless you count moderate soreness and head aches) My BioMom is at fault but there is nothing we can do about it. So please don't try reporting this anywhere. I don't figure anyone would but as a precaution, don't do it.

Now I've began using the term BioMom because the woman who gave birth to me is not who I identify as my mother. She was called Mom in many of my other posts, because I will not use her name in these for fear of her finding this blog. So she will be called BioMom from this point onwards. This doesn't mean I was adopted (BioMom is a term, as I understand, is commonly used by people who were adopted. I have simply disowned my BioMom and in my daily life I call her by her first name.)

On Tuesday night BioMom caused major drama. All had been well that day, school went awesome, I had gotten a few complements, and spent the day taking "Me" time. Just making sure I was okay. I had talked to a new kid, who for the first six months of school freshmen year I called "beanie kid." It was just an awesome day, even if I was a tad bit sad. Then I got home and my uncle had come to visit! How awesome was that, good day at school and my favorite sassy gay uncle was here to say hello. After talking with him for a solid thirty minutes, I gave him and BioMom some "adult time" to catch up. So I said "Hey, let's go see what the O'neills are up too!" (The O'neills are my old babysitters, they live like a house down from me. I think I've mentioned them before...) So I go over and I find, much to my happy surprise, JoeLove. JoeLove is a family friend to the O'neills and just a cool dude. And we had an amazing conversation about life and moving forward and doing awesome stuff!
So far the day sounds awesome right? Well I go home and I get told to take my shower, no big, I had requested first dibs anyway. Uncle Rainbow pulls me aside and we just chat for a little bit, because remember he was having "adult time" up until this point. (To clarify, adult time is time when BioMom talks to the people over eighteen because anyone under that certain number is an idiot in her eyes.)
We were having a lovely conversation, until Boyfriend comes into the room and starts yelling at me to (In his words.) "Get my fucking shit done,BioMom is irritated." Although I was taken back a bit, I complied. Taking my shower. While attempting to put on skinny jeans after a shower (Talk about impossible.) I hear BioMom screaming through the door, shouting for people to "Get the fuck out of my fucking room, you ungrateful little bitch." At this point I started to tear up, obviously she was talking about me. Then she started screaming at my uncle, who was trying to calm her down. She started screaming again about how she worked six days a week and no one did anything to help her and no one cared.

That's when I got upset. No one cared? Well excuse me while I stand here, fucked up by her constant drinking, smoking, depression, YEARS without a job. How I started to basically raise myself when I turned six. Because no one cares, I didn't stand by her and defend her and her life choices. I didn't grow up at seven to take care of her. Nope, because no one cares.

Then came more yelling. This time it's Nana. She's upset for some reason or another. Boyfriend comes into the room I share with his kid unannounced to yell at me to wash pans. But it wasn't my dish night, tonight was Autumns night. I expressed my confusion and he said "We can't tell whose they were so they are yours."
That made me mad. Really really angry. Now add that too the anger and upset from my mothers screaming fit and I'm filled. One more yell and I would burst. And guess who decided too make a snide comment? Nana. (Told you you would hear about them again.) She barks at me "If I can't see myself in those dishes, you'll do them again, I don't care about your homework." and that's it. I start whispering to myself the phrase "can you not?" and then I keep repeating it, and then I'm yelling it. And I can't stop. She then throws a remote at me and stomps off to her room. Boyfriend starts yelling at me and god, he's pointing his hands in my direction. And I can't stand it. He looks at me like I'm an idiot, like I have no brain function. Like I'm not human.
I throw down the pot that I'm washing, and run to my shared room to put on shoes and a cardigan. Then I run outside, quietly closing the door behind me. I call BB and silently scream out all my problems and cry. I'm walking around my neighborhood at nearly ten and I just don't know what to do. BB talks me down, way down. And I'm finally able to go back inside.

Now with that story out of the way and how very wordy I was with it think about that story just getting ten times worse everyday. Highlighted phrases from each days fights include.
(these will be bold-ed and caps-ed based on anger and VOLUME)
Wednesday: "YOU'RE JUST A STUPID TEENAGER."- Boyfriend
Thursday: "With all due respect, you may be dating my mother, but you are not my father."- me
Friday: "YOU ARE A DISAPPOINTMENT."- BioMom

Shit got real. And after that I didn't speak to my mom for four days, until Friday, when she told me what a terrible person I was.

So I decided I was done standing by her. And I'm done defending her.

And that's also why I wasn't posting. But there was some awesome shit to come this week too,
-I'm now varsity Improv (Thanks Andrew :D)
-I'm entering a fiction competition
-My group got an AP on our flag. Meaning we passed.
This weeks song of the week is It's Nice too Be Alive by Ball Park Music brought too us by BB
As always,
Stay classy.
And stay strong.

Disney Prince Friends

Hello Internet royalty!

Today was a very large mix of good and bad. A very large mixture, but it ended marvelously enough so there is a bright side. 
And although today was host to many cool things to talk about. (My and Brooke's anniversary, an amazing lunch, the finished flag.)
I'm going to talk about amazing friends and Disney Princes.

But before I do that, let me say one thing. When you start freaking out, and your parents push on you harder. Don't break. Don't bend. And don't waver. You are just as strong as they are. And they can't hold you back. High school is one moment in life, you'll be okay. And you'll find a Disney prince to tell you that too. <3

I have this friend who will go unnamed, but if he reads this he'll know it's him, who has been just that. A friend. As I said I had a lot of lows today, and I've been thinking very seriously about leaving Ipoly for a simpler school, I told him about this and he said I shouldn't go. Because then who would he do drama with? (at this point I was smiling, and giggling happily) I told him the stress had been getting at me lately, and pulling me way low. To which he responded,
"I'm here if you ever need a shoulder to cry on :)"
How Disney prince is that?!
All in all it cheered me up, reminding me that having awesome people like that around is really important.
That's all for me today, there will be a post tomorrow, I feel like I owe it too you, plus I'm getting a hair cut! So that constitutes adventure.

Today's song is Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood
As always,
Stay classy.

Savage Wars of Peace.

Hello fellow Internet floaters.

No post tonight, some really personal issues have come up. To personal for the blog even.

Maybe I'll let you know about it soon.

As always,
Stay classy.

Sophomore Milestones.

Hello fellow Internet Vagabonds,

Today was less bad then yesterday, but still pretty bad. But I've hit a few "Sophomore Milestones." and that sorta makes up for it. I'm still swamped with homework and various other things, but today was a filled day so it is my civic duty to inform you of all the going's on in the world of Ipoly.

Milestone number one is "The Door Scene." This is all apart of Film Creation, a mandatory elective for all sophomores. It's mandatory for a reason we'll find out second semester, apparently. It's really fun, and it helped take my mind off things. In my Film group I happened to get lucky and get Vivian! Which is overly exciting. I also got Genesis and Kinzy, whose a total sweetheart. We did the door scene with Gen as production manager, Vivian as cinematographer, and Kinzy as enthusiastic actress. It went really well, with Vivi's steady hand and well knowledge of angles it looked awesome for a first cut.

Then there was Milestone number two, I walked into an old freshmen class and harassed the teacher and begged to use the facility's of the door for our scene. Every sophomore goes through this, and I'm proud to say I survived.

I also survived my first real test of group project work, and damn are we working well with each other. I'm kinda in love with how smooth everything is running. Of course there will be rushing water under our precariously placed bridge, but we'll get through it together.

Now I'm going to gush about my house teacher, Hogan. He is one of the most amazing teachers I've ever had. I've alerted him to Mom numbering me, and he gave me this advice.
"Work hard, and you'll be okay."

That may not sound like much but it was something I needed to hear.

Today's song is Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machine

As always,
Stay classy.

Numbers.

Hello fellow Internet Searchers.

Sorry for the lateness of the post, but life got pretty hectic leading up here. But do not despair, this too shall pass.

But onto today's story.
It's short because it's late, but it's still important.

If you ever plan on becoming a parent or are a parent, don't put a number on your kid. Mom did that to me tonight. And it never feels good, but Mom added an extra bit of pain and misery by threatening one of the only things I love, Drama. It's wasn't even reasonable, she said 3.0 minimum and A's are expected.

How was I supposed to react to that?

So trust me, and I speak from experience, don't push a number onto your kid. Tell them to do their best. And if you raised them right, it will be good enough.

Song of the day is This is Gospel by Panic at the Disco!
As always,
Stay classy.

And for god's sake, don't fall into the trap of numbers. It's not worth it.

Tired.

Hello fellow Internet pathfinders,

Sorry today's post will be so late/short. Ipoly really takes a lot out of you.
So!
I figured since I'm so tired, and this isn't really a day recap like usual, that I would try something different.

I'm going to explain what drew me to Ipoly. Because you know a lot about me, but not exactly why I chose Ipoly in the first place.

It all started out back in the eighth grade, I was a strange child and had quite the list of issues (which have yet to deplete) my friend Danny brought me an application for the school International Polytechnic High School. I was immediately confused and wasn't convinced of the schools awesomeness until he said. "They have an awesome drama department and are basically Hogwarts." To which I responded "Oh my gosh when can I apply?"

Then came what I guess is called freshmen night, where all the clubs and teachers and pretty much the whole school tries to get people to come and join Ipoly. Which is where I saw improv.
And boy was I in love.

Improv is basically the best thing on the existence of planet earth. You get to pal around and make jokes and play pretend. And while I was in improv I made some of the best friends possibly imaginable. But that was drama for me as a whole.

So improv pulled me in and the teachers made me stay. Despite how crazy things are, I'm super excited to be starting up improv and drama soon. Thursdays where feeling lonely.

Today's song is "Fuck Up" by Shane Dawson for the large amount of cursing we did in improv last year!
As always,
Stay classy.