What Goes Through My Mind

I know that most high-schoolers are self-conscience about what people think of them. You walk down the streets in town, you walk down the halls at school, and you see people watching you. Maybe it just starts as a little thought in the back of your mind...What do they think of me? How do they see me? As the day goes on, you keep pondering these same questions. Eventually, they grow into something like, What would it be like to have been raised by my best friend's parents? What would my life be like? Who would I be dating? What would I think of me if I was him/her? I know, I know. Maybe I'm just weird for thinking these things, but doesn't it make you wonder...?

Up Times, Down Times, and In-Between Times

These are the Up Times. Times when life is so good, you feel like a million bucks. You feel like the whole world is on your side, like nothing could possibly go wrong. Maybe it's your birthday; maybe you just won the lottery; maybe the radio has been playing all your favorite songs and you're looking forward to a girls'/boys' night on the town.
These are the In-Between Times. And then something horrible goes wrong, like your date gets cancelled, or your friend gets sick. Depending on how bad the situation is, you're still happy, only a little less ecstatic than you were before. Then something else happens, like you get a lot of homework that you really don't understand, or you get into a fight with someone special, and again, you feel your happiness level drop a notch. Later, you get a migraine that Advil won't take care of. An hour or two after that, you're driving home after work with a splitting headache, when your car breaks down on a busy highway and no one stops to help. After an hour, itÂ’s apparent that nobody is going to stop to assist you. So you have to walk a mile in high heels to get to a phone because your cell phone battery went dead late last night, too late for you to recharge it. Finally, you find out that your best friend has died, you have an argument with your boyfriend of two years that just might end the relationship, or your grandmother has broken a hip and you don't have the money to pay her hospital bill, and all of this just sends you over the edge.
These are the Bad Times. You try to get the invisible tiger called stress off your chest in the best way you know how but somehow, it's always sitting on your shoulder. No matter how hard you try to get it off by venting to your friends, writing in your journal, running, and taking hot baths, it just wont go away. You don't know what to do anymore and all the stress built up gets you down. When people ask you if you're okay, you just reply that you're fine and go on being depressed, even though what you really want to do is yell and scream at them about all your problems and how you aren't okay. Everyday, something bad happens and you don't believe that things will ever get better. And just when you're about to make that slit on your wrist with a blade from the kitchen, someone calls. You think about making that cut and just letting the answering machine get it because it's probably just more terrible news, but something in the back of your mind says Pick up the phone. It's important. Just as the answering machine is picking up, you dive for the phone and put it to your ear.
"Hello?" you gasp into the phone. It's the person who's closest to you, the person who knows you best; your best friend, the boyfriend that you had the argument with, maybe your mother...
"I was just calling to tell you that I love you, and to check up on you to see if there's anything that you need to talk about." These are just the words that you want to hear. That special someone comes to your house and you spill your guts (tears included) about everything, from the sick friend, to the terrible argument, the dead best friend, the injured and bankrupt grandmother in the hospital, and finally to your near death. And you try to explain that all you wanted was for something to go right, for someone to listen, for someone to give you a hug and tell you that everything will be okay. Finally, after you're all talked out, the person who cared enough to call at your moment of need, your decision between life and death, takes you in their arms and finally, finally, gives you what you've been wishing for all along; a warm hug, a helping hand, an ear to listen, and a tongue to tell you everything will be all right.
And all of a sudden, the world seems brighter. The sun comes out from behind the clouds. You can sit up straight once again because the fifty pound weight of stress has been lifted from your shoulders. The tiger has left to burden someone else and the world is finally on your side once again.

16 Ways to Maintain a Healthy Level of Insanity

1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses On And Point A Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.

2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.

3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries With That.

4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It "In".

5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone Has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch To Espresso.

6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write "For Sexual Favors"

7. Finish all Your Sentences With "In Accordance With The Prophecy."

8 dont use any punctuation

9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.

10. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go."

11. Sing Along At The Opera.

12. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme

13. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play Tropical Sounds All Day.

14. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won!, I Won!"

15. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking Lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives, They're Loose!!"


And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity.......

16. Tell Your Children Over Dinner, "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."

Calling all fairy godmothers:

Okay, everyone who knows me knows that I detest my father with a passion. What I hate most about abusive biological parents is how they are so SELF-ABSORBED that they cannot take the time of day to talk to their child to see what they want in the way of visitations. I have tried everything from asking him to allow me to come home early, to threatening to get emancipated (which would be totally cool because not only would I not have to see my father, I would also be able to support myself food and clothing-wise, while going to school). Nothing has worked. I just can't seem to ditch this guy! Even though I am sixteen, I can't just say, "Screw you, I don't want to come over," because if I do, my mom gets held in contempt and thrown in jail. I have an appointment with an attorney this Monday to write a letter, requesting less visitation, but somehow, with the way my luck has been running, I don't think my wish will be granted (even though, in his last letter, he claimed that he wanted my opinion; a statement that has been proven untrue (if it was true, he would have listened to me a long time ago)). If there are any "Fairy Godmothers" reading this, feel free to make my dream come true, even though the odds are against me.

Life Can Really, Really Suck

All I really have to say tonight is BE CAREFUL. This message is for all those people out there who ride their bikes at night. My boyfriend learned two very important lessons last night: 1)Always listen to your parents. 2)It isn't a wise idea to ride your bike at night and not wear reflective gear. Miguel, if you're reading this, I was so worried about you today on the way to the hospital. He was riding his bike and got hit by a car last night on the way home from my house. I didn't hear about it until this morning and all I can say now is Thank God he's alright. Sometimes you're the bug, sometimes you're the windshield.

Restrictions and Rebellion

Isn't that what life is all about? Everywhere I go, I'm always being held back from something, wether it's saving my life or preventing me from having fun. And that's when you start to think of ways to make life hell for those you dislike. Like misplaced phone bills, and running out of Comet when you just bought some. My thoughts are evil things. Where did I learn it you ask? Well, that's one thing you get from spending so much time with your mother, who (I think) happens to be insane. She comes up with these crazy plans involving my little brother and sister that would probably get me what I wanted without getting me into trouble, if I had guts enough to try them.

April Fools!

Now that I look back on it, the one and only prank I played today (which happened to be on my boyfriend) that actually worked I now feel ashamed of. Last night, my mom and I were brainstorming what kind of pranks to play today. I came up with moving to my father's house and she came up with the part about the punishment.
Well, what happened is I wrote a note to Miguel (the poor guy on the recieving end of this trick) saying that I had lost $100 the night before (the 100 was supposed to pay for a new calculator which I had lost earlier this year). This note said that my mom had gotten mad at me and was sending me over to live at my father's and she was taking away my France trip because she couldn't trust me in France and that today was my last day at the high school because I was transfering schools over Spring Break.
Poor Miguel, he came up to me after second period and said, "I read your letter. Would your mom really do that to you?" I said that she would. We went our seperate ways and after I had told him that it was a prank, I heard from one of his friends that he was going to break up with me because he didn't want a long term relationship (I can't blame him, either). Good thing I told him.
After I told him (I was feeling pretty guilty by then) he said, "I can't believe you would do this to me. Why did you do it?" but he forgave me and I love him for it. :*)

Brain Washing

Is it just me, or does every SWHS teacher have the incredible ability to brainwash their students? I swear, every time I get into an in-depth conversation with my classmates and teachers, I come out thinking like the teacher. Like in English, Mr. Jensen said that research papers can be written in 1st and 2nd person, despite what the Seniors there were told. And Mr. Trople... I mean, they all are really great teachers, but I get so confused when two teachers have opposing views. See my dilemma?

Introduction

Now, let's see. I'm sure you want a name. Once, I walked up to the cafeteria woman when I was ordering lunch at my school, and told her I wanted a meat quesadilla. When she asked for my name to put on the order ("Name?"), my mind was somewhere else, and I replied "Chicken." So, for all intents and purposes, you can call me Chicken. If you've read any of my blog thus far, you can tell that I am a woman, twenty years old, will be twenty-one in May (2010). I go to a small private liberal arts college on the West Coast, which tells you.. well, it tells you nothing but the fact that I'm a student. I am studying psychology with a minor in theatre. I love to laugh, and often make word plays off of things others say. I've considered being a
comedian actually, but I probably wouldn't seem very funny if we ever hung out
(at least at first), because it takes a while for me to get comfortable. I'm currently taking a class on Russian literature, and a class on women in the arts, both by choice, because I enjoy reading and discussion of philosophy (Tolstoy and what music means/does). I have designed lights for the dance concerts at my school for two semesters in a row now, going on a third. I work for an old woman by night, and as a theatre construction worker by day. I know how to use power tools. I would enjoy cooking if I was any good at it. I read PostSecret religiously, I love dogs, I am compassionate for the homeless and abused. I do have vices (like french fries and biscuits. Yes, I am a biscuit fiend). I used to play piano, and I've always been interested in playing guitar, but have never had the money. I actually taught myself when I was younger, then my father decided that I needed to learn the right methods and put me in lessons. That lasted about a year. I am interested in photography, and all kinds of art. My mom taught me how to draw when I was too young to really be interested, but now that I'm older I've picked it back up again. It was like that with a lot of things she's taught me. I have a love of reading, and any used bookstore is my unrequited lover. I've been to France, but I've never been to Canada. I've been to five states not including the one I live in. My parents divorced when I was three, and I am an only child in that marriage. My father remarried my step-mother when I was twelve or thirteen, and she had a daughter as well who is four years younger than me. Her name is Mindy, and she's the sibling that I'm closest to. Then they had two kids. Christopher and Bailey. Then, when I was 16, my mom got remarried to this great guy. She actually met him through dancing; we had been taking lessons for three years at that point, and she wanted to practice somewhere, so she went to a country western bar with friends and that's where she met him. We're a very dance-oriented family. There are obviously more
details, but the whole thing is rather extensive. When it comes to music, I listen to a lot of different stuff. You would think I had multiple personality disorder or something. Seriously, I just looked at my top-rated on iTunes, and it's a huge spread including jazz, country, rock, alternative, pop, and Christian. I am very much a dog person. My best friend died in a car accident when I was a senior in high school.
These are the top things you need to know about me. I talk about some of them later in my blog. I understand that this is a little disjointed, and doesn't really have transitions, but really, do the basics have transitions? Enjoy reading!