twilightmoon
When There's So Much Light, Why Do I Feel So Dark?
What do you do when God turns his back on you? You turn your back on God...
Dangit all! My hips are acting up again! *pops one of them back into place* ...*ouch*
*sighs* well, it was another long, stupid day at school... we had an assembly, and I ditched it. I couldn't handle sitting there and listening to them talk about another dead student... I had that happen four times in Oregon, I won't let it happen here too... So I walked out. They let us go, and me and Katie hung out in the lunchroom playing California Speed with Jeff's deck of cards. It was nice to be out of the loop and feel content... Then the bell rang and I went off to spanish 1. You'd be surprised how easily teachers here are impressed... Strange handed out this Get To Know You paper last Friday... "Who's Your Hero?: Joan d'arc" He walks by...
"Joan of Arc? Mmmm... As many languages as possible? ...You do research in your spare time?!" *looks at me incredulously* "You are quite the kid... impressive, impressive..." He said that part in spanish, thinking I wouldn't understand it... I don't know how, but I did.
So yeah, and then I was writing Anglo-Saxon Runes in my Algebra II class, and Mrs. Thompson walks by. "What in the world is that?"
"Oh... just some Germanic runes... originated in Norway. Tolkian derived Dwarvish from them."
*she looks away and just shakes her head smiling*
And yet Mrs. Owen for Computer Tech, acts like we are -all- dumb, blonde, computer illiterate cheerleaders. "Um Miss. Owen? My computer won't start!"
"...no... you're screens just not on..."
I swear, I'm already two times farther than the rest of the class... *sighs* It's going to be a long two week wait... I can tell. The sooner those online classes are mine, the better. I'm gonna swamp myself with homework, just so I can -feel- like I have a purpose...
Ah well, time for anger management class. I'll be back later, most likely. Like... tommorow maybe.
To: Ari, for making me smile and letting me give her a Bam Element wrist band (Though at times she makes -no- sense... *grins*) To Chrissy, for keeping me down to earth... To Jacque, for loving his neglectful mommy... To Keira, in hopes that things go better for her... And to anyone else reading this, I thank -you- too.
~Alisa
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