So, if any of you don't understand the reference in my title, the particular string of words is from a wonderful scene in The Perks Of Being a Wallflower. I've been really meaning to read the book since I enjoyed the movie so much, and since the book is almost always better. This is next to impossible right now since I have the challenges of five more finals in the six days that are left of school, learning how to play the bass guitar so I'm not the only person in my band who isn't multi-instrumental, and that little issue of finding a job (I've applied to seven places and three have gotten back to me, but I do have an interview, so that's a plus). Also, there are about twenty books ahead of it on my "to read" list.
In short, I'm kind of ridiculously busy, so for now I will just have to enjoy music and be satisfied with its form of stress relief.
Welcome, welcome! I don't exactly know why but today just seems like a rather fantastic day. Maybe it's just because I'm finally getting enough oxygen to my brain and that is making me super duper high on life. Whatever it is, it is wonderful, and I think you guys deserve something that is equally as wonderful. Spoiler alert, that thing is Grunge Jesus, or Dave Grohl, and The Foo Fighters.
Seriously, I don't understand why all these people who have been doing blogs all year long are suddenly quitting and leaving their little blogosphere to fester in the depths of the internet.
Zener Cards used for research into Extra Sensory Perception Image Credit: Significance
Some say I'm psychic, but I prefer to say that I just perceive things differently. The idea of Extra Sensory Perception seems to be the best fit for me. I know that many people will be totally skeptical of this, but I thought that this topic needs some explaining.
First off, let me explain why people think I'm psychic.
Welcome, welcome my friends. It's been a long time since I've done a post on a specific song, and this one definitely deserves some time to shine.
The short backstory on this song is that my AP Geography teacher told us that if we had our phones out in class he would replace our music with Irish punk. The majority of the class was basically ecstatic at this, so then he threatened Hannah Montana music, and that really makes me cringe. He then proceeded to play songs like this for us, and I am rather excited to share its glory with you.
So, I don't know if any of you really care, but if you do, here is the answering part to the musical clue post that I posted last week.
I know I said I would do this on Friday, but I don't think I have the time, since tomorrow I am going to state for Debate and I am already freaking out as it is, so I don't need this hanging over my head.
The Mighty Moose! (From left to right: Sara's hand, me, Abi, Jordan, Caroline, Emily (one of our instructors), Morgan, Allie, and Allison (one of our instructors). (Not pictured: Noah, Jorge, Mr. T, and Greg)
So, if you are a continuous follower of my blog, you probably know that I went on this crazy awesome trip to the Teton Science School in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. It was pretty damn fantastic, and if you want to know more, click nya.
Anyways, to the main point of this post, I thought I would try and tell the story of my life in songs. I'll give the songs, and then next week I will explain the significance of these songs.
You can listen to all the songs if you have the time, or just the titles, and leave any guesses in the comments please.
So, if you have been following along in my blogging journey, you may have noticed that I have recently taken up Debate. Well, this week I placed third in my region for Oratory, and I get to go to the state tournament in two weeks! I think I might just die of excitement from this. Anyways, since I'm probably going to be talking about Debate a lot, I thought I should give you a run-down on what the hell it is I'm going to be talking about.
Oh, the joy's of the holiday season.
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Freedom at last! Lucky me, starting today, get's two weeks off from school. These two wonderful weeks shall be full of food, holiday cheer, and, best of all, sleep.
Or they would include sleep if my melatonin clock wasn't so messed up. I woke up at 4:30 this morning, without any alarm, and I couldn't get back to sleep. This awful sleepless feeling reminded me of another recent day when I got no sleep. That day was December 18th.
The reaction of half of my class when my teacher spoke her fateful words...
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So, as you may already know, I enjoy school, so I am in Honors Biology at the current time. Well, that's mostly because I am infatuated with science, but that is besides the point. Today in Biology we were talking about the cell cycle and how screwing with your cell cycle can cause cancer. You would think it would be just a normal day in Bio class.
Me and my "Grandmother", Ruth Benally. She's in her nineties and she still remembers seeing me at the shows when I was small.
Photo Courtesy of: John Aldrich
So, I spent this past weekend (Nov. 8 - 10th) trying to be a good person, which involved me volunteering at the Navajo Rug Show at the Snow Park Lodge in Deer Valley. Personally, I have a very strong connection to this event. I mean, I've been going every year since I was in the first grade, and I have helped support one of the Navajo Elders throughout the years.
The most important pieces of glorified cardboard...
Cue the mood music (aka. the song that has been stuck in my head for the past few days)
Starting in April this last year, I went running. At first, it was nothing, just a casual workout every Tuesday and Thursday with one of my best friends, Skylar. We would do a few laps around the track, then 10-20 minutes on the treadmill, but mostly we were going to the gym for the steam room in the ladies lockers. After that, I joined a Running With Ed team for my English teacher, Ms. Hooker. Before I knew it, I had run two legs of a 40 mile relay, the first being six miles long, the second being seven. At the time, it was the most I had ever run, and I felt totally crazy for doing it with almost no practice.