Oh yes. It's snowing.

So, remember last post when I was all annoyed that it wouldn't snow?

Yeah. It snowed. Not that much, like maybe half an inch, but I still feel pretty awesome because I summoned snow. That's what happens when your birthday's close up. You get magical powers.

So this is a really short post, but I can't live up to your standards all the time. That's why we have blogs .... and facebook .... and other social devices where we hide behind our computers and pretend we're cool. Nawh, Internet's spiffy.

Meh. I'll think of something profound to say later.

The beauty of Winter Break

is that you get fat and ugly.

Nawh, I'm just kidding. Sort of.
Winter Break is actually probably my favorite time of year, considering that it's amazingly lacking in school days. This year, however, we were gifted with snow in November. I live in Washington, the state. We woke up to a late start and everyone, of course, posted it on Facebook right away. Right before I had to leave for school, it started snowing again. HARD. I thought, 'It's going to turn into a blizzard. No, fudgie, way can there be school today.'

Well, I did end up going, and it was probably the most unproductive, weirdest school day in my entire life. That's excluding college, because who knows what's up there. I had a major paper due first period, and instead of standing around and talking, or cramming or finishing that paper, everyone just ignored the teacher -- who is pretty strict -- and sat staring longingly at the nearly-pitch-black, snowy outdoors.

What on earth is the point in THAT? You could barely see the outdoors, let alone the snowy specks. And all through the room, I could hear the faint, excited whispers:

"It's snowing!"
"Do you think we'll be let out early?"
"It's snowing!"
"The snow's so BRIGHT against the dark sky."
"It's snowing!"

WE KNOW it's snowing. But everyone in the freakin' world needs to point that out, apparently. Maybe it's just the bizzarity (forget that if it's not a word) of having snow in November. So anyway, our dear old teacher got pretty steamed, but since it was only first period she let it slide. Little did we know that it would be the only normal class of the day.

Onto third period, because it's ARBITRARY and anyone who reads this isn't horrible enough to have to experience second period. It's our bum class anyway, where no one pays attention to the teacher because geometry's a joke. Therefore, no one listens to poor Mr. Ragan. He's pretty old, I don't even know if he notices that. He just goes on and teaches the lesson.

So the senior high was getting out early apparently. Senior high is 12, 11, and 10. Junior high is 9 and 8 Everyone panicked and this one guy in his Philipino fake-accent was like "Oh no! my brother just DITCHED ME! he has the car!" I laughed secretly at him.

And Fourth period consisted of five minutes listening to the announcements saying that we could go home early. The rest is screaming pandemonium.

The snow melts, but the ice stays and roads freeze over. And we don't have school until Thanksgiving break hits, so we miss an entire week. Naturally we're expecting the same to happen for December, but we don't even get ice or freezing temperatures. That, my friend, is seriously effed up.

White Thanksgiving and a Rainy Christmas? Messed up.
Which is why I don't like Winter Break. Even though that had nothing to do with Winter Break at all.

No one's online ??

So, I woke up this morning and logged on my account on Gmail, and noticed one thing.

On a lovely Sunday morning and the birds are chirping and everyone's waking up at 10:32 AM,
No one's online.

It doesn't even make sense because I woke up especially early this morning and now it's 12:56 PM and life is totally screwed up because apparently everyone has a life and does exciting things on a Sunday except for me. So now I feel totally out of it, so to waste some time, I drew an alien.

It's pretty cute, isn't it? Of course, the only problem with it is that I then thought of how I was totally the alien among all these normal people who go out on Sundays with their friends while I'm all holed up in my house because my mom forces me to be good and stuff like that. Ew. 

I was trapped in my own house. And no way out. 

Then I had an epiphany. 

It WASN'T entirely my mom's fault, but partially mine. So now I'm trying to get one, but with all my friends already with their friends and hanging out and eating pie and doing fun stuff like climbing in trees and dating dudes, I was still alone. If I was to go out, I'd probably be in a Starbucks store, alone. And not even getting something to drink. Just .... sitting there.

The horrible thing about it is that usually if someone is online, I pounce on them like a starving jungle cat for conversation and they ... log off.  

You can imagine that I'm feeling pretty pissed right now, but unfortunately she could or could not be lying to me, or going invisible. And I'm not allowed to say, "Yeah, because you just don't want to talk to me," because that would provoke a lot of awkward honesty and then unnecessary conflict. So what am I supposed to say?? 

And that's why I hate email in general. Because then my friends may say 'brb' and never come back online, or 'i'll be on 2nite' and never go on. It's like being stood up on a date! And then, email lets them get away with it all. Like how in real life, if you ask someone a personal question, they can't just log off! But that's why I'm not accepted in the general community. I don't know why, apparently I'm just not a pleasant person to talk to. 

By the way, sorry about the sucky drawings. I'll improve once I figure out how to use a scanner. :)

Competitive?!?!?

Ever met those annoying people who MUST WIN AT ALL COSTS?!? I hate them.
It's kind of because I am pretty competitive. I must get the highest test grade and the best essay of all time, or at least in my class. I remember when I aced the first science test this year, and was the only one to do so -- apparently it was difficult? -- I strutted around like a fat peacock overstuffed with gravy, but instead it was compliments. I need success to LIVE. Not a joke.

And now, there's a even more competitive girl in my English class. She MUST KNOW everyone's test scores. She breathes down my neck and I scribble furiously in order to beat her as if I were being chased by a giant horde of zombies. That'd be easier. As I wouldn't have to post this in order to gain more attention from everyone.

The lowly thing about it is I go "Gosh, she's so competitive." and everyone agrees and I feel successful, strangely. HA. The subtle thing is, they shoot back with, "But you're more competitive!" and then i put on a stupid british snotty face and go -- " Yeah well she's more competitive." You know what those loony bins come up with?

"Hmm. Good point. She is more competitive than you."

I'm instantly thrown in a turmoil of panic.
Because I have no idea if I should be MORE or LESS competitive.

This is a horrible cycle that I'm in. By the way, that girl is now in ASB. Associate Student Body.
ME: 0
HER: .... *machine gun noise*

You get my point?

YAAAY! First blog.

So I don't know about you, but I've never written a blog in my life. Don't eat me.
Luckily, I'm listening to one of my favorite songs right now, so I'm not getting flustered and deleting what I've typed every second. At least, not often.

A few things.
I know listening to someone else's life is so AMAZING. And it's so true -- because I wouldn't make a stupid blog anyway. I love the potential audience out there, I'm even willing to go through this sort of torture.

Me: What's monetize? Hmm ... *click*

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Stupid Computer Inbox Thingy: Mozilla Firefox has quit unexpectedly ...


Thanks a lot, Blog World. Notice the sarcasm?
So I should probably say a few things about myself, since this is my blog and you probably are thinking, "Who the freak is this weirdo?" At least, I'd be thinking that.


SO. Here are a few important things about myself.

1. I hate unicorns. Long story, I'll explain in another post.

2. My computer has a sucky enter button.


3. I'm not ADHD. I don't have anything against ADHD people, actually I think they have a gift. Of being funny. If I was that funny, I'd probably have at least 3 posts by now. Even. As. I. Type. This. In the Internet world and Real World alike, I swear that people with that "disorder" can make anyone laugh. Screw the advertised pills, laughter is the best medicine!

4. Like most people in the world, I laughed when that water bottle hit Justin Bieber. And that'll probably make me lose readers on this blog. Sorry.

5. My name is not Fern. That's a stupid name, but when I was five I wanted to be called Wind or Sky or some sort of name like that. I googled "Worst Baby Girl Names" and got my sister all alarmed when she saw me searching that -- you can guess why :P --  and I found Fern. It sounds a whole lot cooler than my actual name. So, congrats, five-year-old self. You got your dream wish come true.


6. This blog is called An Abundance of Arbitrary. I like the alliteration, and it sounds awesome. I couldn't think of what this blog could be about, so random fits perfectly. So, I can talk about whatever I feel like ... like ... history!

U.S. History sucks. It reminds me of

 

Because when I think of America, I think of dogs. Dogs are the loyal, honest ones. Cats -- which are Britain -- are the dishonest, slinky ones that make stupid Navigation Acts so that the rest of the table groups can't have a FREAKING RED CRAYON!! 

I should probably elaborate on that. All I can say is, in class, we had a simulation for trading today. ;)

Thanks for reading.