Duuude!

I just watched the tenth episode of The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, and it was totally awesome. I think it was the best episode yet, which is saying a lot because this series is wonderful. The animation just about killed me, especially during this trippy, insane fight scene. Wooo--fun episode! I can't even tell you how much I enjoy this series. ^^ Much love! I'm turning into such a Harutard. XD;;

Today was my last full day of high school. Ever. I'm rather in denial about this, so I can't exactly discuss any impact it's having on me (though I might try later in the entry).

So...I was dreaming about something-or-other this morning, and it seemed like a terribly normal thing for me to dream about, but all attempts at recalling the dream have been thwarted. I know I had a dream about The Pillows the other night, but I don't remember what happened in that dream, either. Then I didn't want to wake up, so I slept in about ten minutes. This didn't affect my getting to school on time, but caused some hurrying and general bleariness.

I signed yearbooks all first period, leaving some rather generic Naruto drawings in them. They may be generic and unexciting looking, but they sure take me a long time. ._.; Several people also signed my yearbook, so I guess it was Equivalent Exchange or something. XD;

Second period, we watched second period's candidate videos. Unfortunately, the Democrat's videos were terrible... Not entertaining, badly edited, didn't take a stand on anything... *sigh* They were so bad I abstained from voting. Unfortunately, then the Republican videos were excellent. ^^; Of course, Sean Dooley did one of them, so it was obviously awesome (and also slightly creepy). He had someone dressed up as Jesus in a ridiculous wig and beard backing him up, and he went into this whole thing about how kindergarten doesn't actually affect anything. I don't know, you had to be there to get the humor. The second video had someone doing a convincing Ahnold impression supporting the candidate...it was pretty funny, but not funnier than Sean's.

We had a sub in PE, and I had a note saying I'm sick (which I am), so I essentially just sat on some stairs in the sun, slept, watched ants moving around, watched my classmates, and pondered on how the period never seemed to end. Except it was significantly more poetic in my head.

During lunch, I signed Densha's yearbook and joked around with friends. We didn't do much during fifth period... I don't even remember what we did. Probably just talked and doodled.

During sixth period, the class did more running takes on Sean's video (he erased the first one on accident), and a few people gave goodbye speeches to the class. I was supposed to write one, too, and give it at Scott's Flat Lake after school (where they were having an English 4AP party), but apparently the speech was announced while I was at Fanime/the day after Fanime, so I never heard about it until...not long ago. I didn't have time to write one, and I also couldn't attend the party at Scott's Flat because of my birds, so...yeah. I feel kind of bad about that because I love my English class and Mrs. Mclean, but the birds have sapped away my life. (I don't mind, though. I love the birds.)

Seventh, I went and sat around in the art room. I was bored and lonely, but I ended up talking to Mr. Baxter about this year's art classes, the differences between Beginning and Advanced Art students (both work-wise and mentality-wise), and basically the year as a whole. It was really cool--he said Advanced Art this year was honestly either the best or second-best Advanced Art class he's ever had. He also again said that he really thought my work this year was excellent. I was surprised because I swear I think I turned in one thing all of second semester. But he said we had evolved as artists enough at that point, there wasn't a lot we had to explore in high school art, so he understands and didn't mind at all.

The rest of the day has been normal. Other than the explosion of awesomeness that was Haruhi 10.

I just wanted to note this to myself, because it's downright weird for me. Last night, either my hormones went weird on me, I was overly tired, or I was just more traumatized than I thought I was, because for some completely unknown reason right before I went to bed, I started writing poetry about that poor mother duck. And when I got about four lines in, my eyes got misty. And when I got about eight lines in, I started crying really hard. I swear it was just over the duck incident, too. I cried for at least forty-five minutes, if not closer to an hour, and I really don't know why. I suppose this wouldn't be as big a deal if I was normal about crying, but it was really unusual for me because...to be honest, I'd say I cry less than once a year on average (sometimes more, sometimes less, depending on if anything deeply upsetting happens) and it really, really takes something to break me down.

No idea what was up with that. I was baffled, but I think on some level it was because I felt sort of...enlightened, seeing the whole thing on a level that I don't think most people think about. It just struck me as being so tragic when I thought it through, and maybe I'm just totally losing it, but it was a meaningful experience, I guess.

Eh, I don't think I have the energy or insight right now to discuss high school and leaving it and such. :/ Oh well. Maybe tomorrow. Or something.

Duuude!

I just watched the tenth episode of The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, and it was totally awesome. I think it was the best episode yet, which is saying a lot because this series is wonderful. The animation just about killed me, especially during this trippy, insane fight scene. Wooo--fun episode! I can't even tell you how much I enjoy this series. ^^ Much love! I'm turning into such a Harutard. XD;;

Today was my last full day of high school. Ever. I'm rather in denial about this, so I can't exactly discuss any impact it's having on me (though I might try later in the entry).

So...I was dreaming about something-or-other this morning, and it seemed like a terribly normal thing for me to dream about, but all attempts at recalling the dream have been thwarted. I know I had a dream about The Pillows the other night, but I don't remember what happened in that dream, either. Then I didn't want to wake up, so I slept in about ten minutes. This didn't affect my getting to school on time, but caused some hurrying and general bleariness.

I signed yearbooks all first period, leaving some rather generic Naruto drawings in them. They may be generic and unexciting looking, but they sure take me a long time. ._.; Several people also signed my yearbook, so I guess it was Equivalent Exchange or something. XD;

Second period, we watched second period's candidate videos. Unfortunately, the Democrat's videos were terrible... Not entertaining, badly edited, didn't take a stand on anything... *sigh* They were so bad I abstained from voting. Unfortunately, then the Republican videos were excellent. ^^; Of course, Sean Dooley did one of them, so it was obviously awesome (and also slightly creepy). He had someone dressed up as Jesus in a ridiculous wig and beard backing him up, and he went into this whole thing about how kindergarten doesn't actually affect anything. I don't know, you had to be there to get the humor. The second video had someone doing a convincing Ahnold impression supporting the candidate...it was pretty funny, but not funnier than Sean's.

We had a sub in PE, and I had a note saying I'm sick (which I am), so I essentially just sat on some stairs in the sun, slept, watched ants moving around, watched my classmates, and pondered on how the period never seemed to end. Except it was significantly more poetic in my head.

During lunch, I signed Densha's yearbook and joked around with friends. We didn't do much during fifth period... I don't even remember what we did. Probably just talked and doodled.

During sixth period, the class did more running takes on Sean's video (he erased the first one on accident), and a few people gave goodbye speeches to the class. I was supposed to write one, too, and give it at Scott's Flat Lake after school (where they were having an English 4AP party), but apparently the speech was announced while I was at Fanime/the day after Fanime, so I never heard about it until...not long ago. I didn't have time to write one, and I also couldn't attend the party at Scott's Flat because of my birds, so...yeah. I feel kind of bad about that because I love my English class and Mrs. Mclean, but the birds have sapped away my life. (I don't mind, though. I love the birds.)

Seventh, I went and sat around in the art room. I was bored and lonely, but I ended up talking to Mr. Baxter about this year's art classes, the differences between Beginning and Advanced Art students (both work-wise and mentality-wise), and basically the year as a whole. It was really cool--he said Advanced Art this year was honestly either the best or second-best Advanced Art class he's ever had. He also again said that he really thought my work this year was excellent. I was surprised because I swear I think I turned in one thing all of second semester. But he said we had evolved as artists enough at that point, there wasn't a lot we had to explore in high school art, so he understands and didn't mind at all.

The rest of the day has been normal. Other than the explosion of awesomeness that was Haruhi 10.

I just wanted to note this to myself, because it's downright weird for me. Last night, either my hormones went weird on me, I was overly tired, or I was just more traumatized than I thought I was, because for some completely unknown reason right before I went to bed, I started writing poetry about that poor mother duck. And when I got about four lines in, my eyes got misty. And when I got about eight lines in, I started crying really hard. I swear it was just over the duck incident, too. I cried for at least forty-five minutes, if not closer to an hour, and I really don't know why. I suppose this wouldn't be as big a deal if I was normal about crying, but it was really unusual for me because...to be honest, I'd say I cry less than once a year on average (sometimes more, sometimes less, depending on if anything deeply upsetting happens) and it really, really takes something to break me down.

No idea what was up with that. I was baffled, but I think on some level it was because I felt sort of...enlightened, seeing the whole thing on a level that I don't think most people think about. It just struck me as being so tragic when I thought it through, and maybe I'm just totally losing it, but it was a meaningful experience, I guess.

Eh, I don't think I have the energy or insight right now to discuss high school and leaving it and such. :/ Oh well. Maybe tomorrow. Or something.