Saturday, September 27, 2008

Math

What does Science + Art + Math equal? A frazzled Haven. Writing a research paper on Golden Rectangles in art was harder than I thought. Writing a research paper on the QWERTY keyboard was much easier, strangely. Now I'm a bit angry that my science fair topic goes in the "Mathematical Science" category, since mathematics is definitely not my forte. I took a one minute break to get some sanity back, but now I'm going back to looking up the Fibonacci sequence.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Aches

Yesterday in PE we had to run across the gym for the whole period. Today my legs hurt like heck, and my day hasn't been very peachy keen either. For one, I'm starting to hate peaches, or at least those fake ones that come in cups. And in language arts, this girl who's like everyone's best friend decided to name everyone in the class who she didn't like. Unfortunately I sit at her table so I heard everything. She named an annoying kid who asks too many questions, my best friend, and "Someone She Won't Mention", who would most likely be me since she called me the b-word last year. Her and her best friend are very open about not liking me or my best friend, but it's not like we go around and bad mouth everyone me hate. Or at least I don't.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Holes

While my friend decided what me and her got convicted for in a math project we were doing, an administrator was called for me. The reason: holes in my jeans. As soon as I saw him darken the doorway and look my way, I knew. My friend was going crazy, thinking I was getting switched to another class. I calmed her down while I walked to the front of the class. "Do you know what you're here for?" he asked. "Yes, yes." I knew it all before. He looked at my knees, and I tried hard not to roll my eyes. "You're good," like he even had a doubt. Every time, I swear... "I wore these all the time last year," I say to make sure he doesn't waste his, and my, time again. When I sit down, my math teacher looks my way and says "The hole gets bigger when you wash them, you know. Watch out." Like I care.

I'm sorry if I'm sounding like Kenley, but today in PE we had to do something like a pacer, but WORSE.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Poem

I found this poem in my old notebook. It's amazing what you make that you don't even remember. I must've been pissed.

Every chance you get
Is a chance you seize
Faking it all
And aiming to please
Smiting the truth:
You do it with ease
I won't fall for you're spell
Or catch your disease

Monday, September 22, 2008

Airplanes

When I was younger I would always wave at a plane and whisper "Hi daddy" because I always thought my dad would be on that plane. Now that I'm older, and a lot less innocent, I wonder more. I wonder where those people on the planes are going to, where they came from, or where they're coming back to. And most importantly, why do the planes go so darn fast?

Friday, September 19, 2008

Numbers

When asked about the song One After 909, John Lennon said "That was something I wrote when I was about seventeen. I lived at 9 Newcastle Road. I was born on the ninth of October-- the ninth month. It's just a number that follows me around, but numerologically, apparently I'm a number six or a three or something, but it's all part of nine." I believe every culture has that one, or more, number that they depend on, that's lucky for them. Wasn't that why China held the Olympics on 8/8/08? I always believed my lucky number was three since I was born on October 30, 1995 (1+9+9+5=24, 2+4=6). But on the day when I was getting my braces right outside the orthodontist's office, I found a little Uno card. It was a green 7, and just then I realized that everything would be alright. How's that for luck?

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Blog

Welcome to Bordomland, somewhere between Pepperland and Candy Land. Hope you enjoy your stay and, remember, the sky is blue. If it's not, you might just have some silly and inexplicable disease. Don't ask me, I'm not a doctor.