This is just a confirmation of the evidence. School and work has kicked into full swing, so I am going to tell you right now that you won't see a lot of me this school year. To make a long story short...I am busy. Very, very, busy. So if you hear from me once a week, consider yourself lucky. Very, very, lucky.
This is also an apology, of sorts. I haven't posted anything that matters in a long while. I was thinking back as to how my blog used to be so fun to do, how many blogs I visited regularly and enjoyed, and it's not like that anymore. So, even if I wasn't so crazy busy, I would be taking a long break anyway.
See ya around!
Izori
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Izori the Sophomore
I. Cannot. Believe. It.
Me--a sophomore. Wow.
So, how has school been going for me so far? Actually, so far I'm lovin' it.
Geometry is a piece of cake, and I'm saying that even though I know those words will come back to haunt me further into the year.
History (and literature, and government, and art) is Egyptian, which is a synonym for 'fascinating'.
Science...well, I'm teaching myself, so it can't be anything other than awesome. It's pure freedom, y'all.
Spanish is super easy for now. Mainly I've been reviewing my verbs like the teacher's-pet I am. =)
I've always considered fall to be relaxing after summer, but I haven't been sure why. I mean, what exactly does make summer so un-relaxing? Well, after much deep and philosophical thought, I produced a theorem that might explain the whole phenomenon.
I am a very regular person. That is, I like regularity and consistancy in my schedule. A summer schedule is anything but regular and consistant. I mean, who calls rushing around like chickens with their heads cut off (as my mom so compassionately puts it) consistant?
This also ties in with my love for scheduling. I make lists obsessively. I schedule obsessively. I consider it one of my forms of relaxing (aside from parking on the couch and watching baseball). So whenever fall swings around, I get to have a consistant schedule that I draw up myself!
I hope there's scheduling in heaven.
Yeah, so that's my rambling theorem for why fall is so relaxing compared to summer. That's enough deep thinking for today, folks!
Izori
Me--a sophomore. Wow.
So, how has school been going for me so far? Actually, so far I'm lovin' it.
Geometry is a piece of cake, and I'm saying that even though I know those words will come back to haunt me further into the year.
History (and literature, and government, and art) is Egyptian, which is a synonym for 'fascinating'.
Science...well, I'm teaching myself, so it can't be anything other than awesome. It's pure freedom, y'all.
Spanish is super easy for now. Mainly I've been reviewing my verbs like the teacher's-pet I am. =)
I've always considered fall to be relaxing after summer, but I haven't been sure why. I mean, what exactly does make summer so un-relaxing? Well, after much deep and philosophical thought, I produced a theorem that might explain the whole phenomenon.
I am a very regular person. That is, I like regularity and consistancy in my schedule. A summer schedule is anything but regular and consistant. I mean, who calls rushing around like chickens with their heads cut off (as my mom so compassionately puts it) consistant?
This also ties in with my love for scheduling. I make lists obsessively. I schedule obsessively. I consider it one of my forms of relaxing (aside from parking on the couch and watching baseball). So whenever fall swings around, I get to have a consistant schedule that I draw up myself!
I hope there's scheduling in heaven.
Yeah, so that's my rambling theorem for why fall is so relaxing compared to summer. That's enough deep thinking for today, folks!
Izori
Thursday, August 25, 2011
You Might Think I'm Crazy.
It's okay if you do, because I do to.
*gulp* Here comes the confession.
Are you ready?
Okay.
Am I ready?
Yes.
Are you ready, Maethar?
I think you're right. You are crazy.
Ignoring Maethar, is everybody ready?
Okay, here it goes.
Ican'twaitforschooltostart.
*gasp*! There it was. I said: "I can't wait for school to start".
I organized the three bookshelves in my room, I prepared all the bags I carry my school supplies around in, and I've sharpened all my pencils. I've scheduled, I've cleaned, and I've determined I am going to make the most of my sophomore year. I've even--here it comes!--looked at my geometry books with anticipation.
In one way, I can't believe summer is almost over. In another way, I get excited when I sense autumn in the air.
So I'm enjoying summer until it's completely gone, and then I'll enjoy fall until it's completely gone to.
I never thought I'd say this, but looking at my school books all in a row on my book shelf makes my heart skip a beat.
Okay, Maethar. You're right. I am crazy.
Izori
*gulp* Here comes the confession.
Are you ready?
Okay.
Am I ready?
Yes.
Are you ready, Maethar?
I think you're right. You are crazy.
Ignoring Maethar, is everybody ready?
Okay, here it goes.
Ican'twaitforschooltostart.
*gasp*! There it was. I said: "I can't wait for school to start".
I organized the three bookshelves in my room, I prepared all the bags I carry my school supplies around in, and I've sharpened all my pencils. I've scheduled, I've cleaned, and I've determined I am going to make the most of my sophomore year. I've even--here it comes!--looked at my geometry books with anticipation.
In one way, I can't believe summer is almost over. In another way, I get excited when I sense autumn in the air.
So I'm enjoying summer until it's completely gone, and then I'll enjoy fall until it's completely gone to.
I never thought I'd say this, but looking at my school books all in a row on my book shelf makes my heart skip a beat.
Okay, Maethar. You're right. I am crazy.
Izori
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Earth Shaking
I have had my first earth quake experience!
I was upstairs in my room, reading an Agatha Christie book (surprise, surprise) at almost 2:00. Without warning, the house started...well, I'm really struggling to find the right word to describe it. Jumping? Shaking? Rattling? I guess what I really think of is 'jarring', which is an adjective, not a verb. It's hard to say exactly how it felt, but it was kind of like being in a dream. You know, when there's something happening that seemed completely random.
For about five or ten seconds I had no clue what was going on. Then my mind flashed to how all the mess in Japan started, and I threw my book down and rushed into the hallway.
Everyone downstairs was just as confused as I was. Our mortar-and-pestle fell off the stove with a crash, and that didn't really add much clarity to the situation.
Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Mom flicked on the radio just as Galdor began to cry in his room and Dad rushed up from the basement.
The earthquake left us with this 'whoa' feeling. When you're in an earthquake you really don't have any control over what's happening. It's not like other emergencies that I've been in, when you can do something to make it stop. You simply aren't in control.
But I suppose I'll seize the opportunity of an otherwise quiet day and tell you what's been happenin' around here.
So. Let's rewind back to Thursday.
Have anyone ever heard of Institute for Cultural Communicators? It's an organization that trains young people to be effective public speakers, with the main objective to be able to talk about your faith. Every year, they tour around the US giving Communicator for Christ Conferences.
That's where we were Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. To tell you what happened each specific day would take too much time because each day was absolutely jam-packed, so I'll just tell you my thoughts about it.
Izori
I was upstairs in my room, reading an Agatha Christie book (surprise, surprise) at almost 2:00. Without warning, the house started...well, I'm really struggling to find the right word to describe it. Jumping? Shaking? Rattling? I guess what I really think of is 'jarring', which is an adjective, not a verb. It's hard to say exactly how it felt, but it was kind of like being in a dream. You know, when there's something happening that seemed completely random.
For about five or ten seconds I had no clue what was going on. Then my mind flashed to how all the mess in Japan started, and I threw my book down and rushed into the hallway.
Everyone downstairs was just as confused as I was. Our mortar-and-pestle fell off the stove with a crash, and that didn't really add much clarity to the situation.
Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Mom flicked on the radio just as Galdor began to cry in his room and Dad rushed up from the basement.
The earthquake left us with this 'whoa' feeling. When you're in an earthquake you really don't have any control over what's happening. It's not like other emergencies that I've been in, when you can do something to make it stop. You simply aren't in control.
But I suppose I'll seize the opportunity of an otherwise quiet day and tell you what's been happenin' around here.
So. Let's rewind back to Thursday.
Have anyone ever heard of Institute for Cultural Communicators? It's an organization that trains young people to be effective public speakers, with the main objective to be able to talk about your faith. Every year, they tour around the US giving Communicator for Christ Conferences.
That's where we were Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. To tell you what happened each specific day would take too much time because each day was absolutely jam-packed, so I'll just tell you my thoughts about it.
- It was one of the highlights of my summer. I learned so much and was so encouraged to speak out about my faith more and to be friendly and conversational.
- It really made me think on the power of communication. For example, I'm one of those people who, if I'm having a bad day, can hide it if I really want to. When I'm around my friends, I'm usually bubbly or happy or cheerful on those days, but when I'm with my family I become a real bear. But what am I communicating to my family when I do that? That I don't care about how they feel?
- I SOOOO admire the interns. The interns are teens who have graduated from the curriculum and are the ones touring in the conference. They teach all the labs, organize the activities, and do other things like that. They are all so fun to be around. Seriously, they really make an effort to have conversations with everyone in attendance.
- It was really busy. We were getting up at 6:00-ish in the morning and coming home at 10:30-ish at night. I was running on caffeine for a little there. =) Yes, it was very exhausting, but it was definitely worth it.
- You should go sometime. It was fun, encouraging, and I made a lot of friends.
Izori
Sunday, August 21, 2011
I'm Still Here!
Long story short, very busy but very epic and awesome weekend! I wish I had more time to tell y'all about stuff, but I'll have to save it for later this week. Basically, I've been doing a lot--a LOT--of public speaking. But it was sooooooo fun! =)
This was basically a pointless update, the point of which to be not pointless but to inform that it was meant for the point of pointing out that I'm still here. Thus the title.
Izori
This was basically a pointless update, the point of which to be not pointless but to inform that it was meant for the point of pointing out that I'm still here. Thus the title.
Izori
Thursday, August 11, 2011
My Speculative Bucket List
Number 1. Run the Marine Corps Marathon. [wow. I'm setting the dial to 'pretty much impossible' and we're only on number one!]
Number 2. Hike the Appalachian Trail. [biggie. That thing takes about 6 months to hike. I'm going to do it with Peter. Spending 6 months with Peter...hmmm...we'll see if my sanity survives this one]
Number 3. Sell gelato. [finally something easy!]
Number 4. Earn my 'Expert' certificate in air-rifle. [it's the goal of every air-rifle shooter in our club. A worthy aspiration indeed, and a tough one at that.]
Number 5. Read the complete Bible. [benefits--countless!]
Number 6. Memorize one book of the Bible. [already started on 1 Peter!]
Number 7. Finish my first NaNoWriMo book. [it's been almost three years since I wrote it and I'm still planning on rewriting the thing. Again. Just call me the re-writin' queen!]
Number 8. Build myself a winning streak of 10 years on NaNoWriMo. [2 years down and 8 to go!]
Number 9. Ride the biggest roller coaster in the world. [this might take a while, seeing as I'm not even sure what it is.]
Number 10. Win a scholarship. [this would be great for college!]
And that's the first draft of my bucket list. Seeing as I'm Izori the Rewritin' Queen, I'll probably be happy with this thing on draft number #2,346.
Picky makes perfect, you know. ;)
Izori
P.S. Thanks for the prayers, iGirl! =)
Number 2. Hike the Appalachian Trail. [biggie. That thing takes about 6 months to hike. I'm going to do it with Peter. Spending 6 months with Peter...hmmm...we'll see if my sanity survives this one]
Number 3. Sell gelato. [finally something easy!]
Number 4. Earn my 'Expert' certificate in air-rifle. [it's the goal of every air-rifle shooter in our club. A worthy aspiration indeed, and a tough one at that.]
Number 5. Read the complete Bible. [benefits--countless!]
Number 6. Memorize one book of the Bible. [already started on 1 Peter!]
Number 7. Finish my first NaNoWriMo book. [it's been almost three years since I wrote it and I'm still planning on rewriting the thing. Again. Just call me the re-writin' queen!]
Number 8. Build myself a winning streak of 10 years on NaNoWriMo. [2 years down and 8 to go!]
Number 9. Ride the biggest roller coaster in the world. [this might take a while, seeing as I'm not even sure what it is.]
Number 10. Win a scholarship. [this would be great for college!]
And that's the first draft of my bucket list. Seeing as I'm Izori the Rewritin' Queen, I'll probably be happy with this thing on draft number #2,346.
Picky makes perfect, you know. ;)
Izori
P.S. Thanks for the prayers, iGirl! =)
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Really Really Really Really Stressed
A sample of my thoughts lately:
"...I really need to stop wasting time and go research stuff for the debate thingy 'cause that's just in a couple weeks, and if I don't get this speech done in time I'm going to be so embarrassed, and I have to schedule my makeup piano lesson before it's too late, and I really need to research my debate papers because I have no clue what I'm supposed to do otherwise, and I really didn't need to eat that cookie...or that ice cream cone...and I kinda feel blah, and I need to exercise but I can't because I think I damaged a muscle in my oblique and if I strain it I'll really injure myself, but I really have to get the debate stuff done but..."
Yes, that is what the inside of my brain looks like. Let me unpack this and pour it into a sympathetic ear.
Number 1. You may have noticed that the word 'debate' popped up several times in my jumbled thoughts. In a couple weeks...scratch that... in about a week and a half...I'm going to participate in a Communicators for Christ conference. I have some homework, and most of it's easy. An interp, a current event...stuff like that. Well, there's one part that really has me stressed, and that is the debate homework. I need to find four source articles over all, and so far I've found a grand total of one. 1. Uno. I am the kind of person that stresses and stresses and stresses (as you may have guessed). In fact, I'm stressing so much that I'm restraining my muscle, which leads me to...
Number 2. I strained a muscle in my oblique, I think. (the oblique is basically my core) I would not know that terminology unless two prominent baseball players on my favorite baseball team damaged theirs. It took a pretty long while for one to return back to the game, and the other is looking for surgery. As you can see, I really don't want to damage my poor oblique by any exercise, but now I'm getting into...
Number 3. I was recently on vacation. At my grandparents house. Where I ate junk food for a solid week. And I am desperately in need of exercise. But, because of my above oblique, I can't run. I can't do crunches. I haven't tried lifting weights yet. All I can do is sit around the house. It's really getting to me because, for a little while, I was actually pretty happy with my appearance. Something like this has happened before, and it took me about a year to work back to where I started from. It really drives me nuts. Thankfully, I've become a bit older and wiser over the last year or so, so it doesn't absolutely devastate me. But of course all the rest of my friends are pretty slim, and I have never considered myself slim. If I don't dwell on it, it doesn't bother me, but when I do I'm miserable. That is why I am moving on.
You know, it feels really good to dump myself out like this once in a while. If you've stuck with this kind of whiny post up to these words, thanks for reading. Lots of hugs. =)
Izori
"...I really need to stop wasting time and go research stuff for the debate thingy 'cause that's just in a couple weeks, and if I don't get this speech done in time I'm going to be so embarrassed, and I have to schedule my makeup piano lesson before it's too late, and I really need to research my debate papers because I have no clue what I'm supposed to do otherwise, and I really didn't need to eat that cookie...or that ice cream cone...and I kinda feel blah, and I need to exercise but I can't because I think I damaged a muscle in my oblique and if I strain it I'll really injure myself, but I really have to get the debate stuff done but..."
Yes, that is what the inside of my brain looks like. Let me unpack this and pour it into a sympathetic ear.
Number 1. You may have noticed that the word 'debate' popped up several times in my jumbled thoughts. In a couple weeks...scratch that... in about a week and a half...I'm going to participate in a Communicators for Christ conference. I have some homework, and most of it's easy. An interp, a current event...stuff like that. Well, there's one part that really has me stressed, and that is the debate homework. I need to find four source articles over all, and so far I've found a grand total of one. 1. Uno. I am the kind of person that stresses and stresses and stresses (as you may have guessed). In fact, I'm stressing so much that I'm restraining my muscle, which leads me to...
Number 2. I strained a muscle in my oblique, I think. (the oblique is basically my core) I would not know that terminology unless two prominent baseball players on my favorite baseball team damaged theirs. It took a pretty long while for one to return back to the game, and the other is looking for surgery. As you can see, I really don't want to damage my poor oblique by any exercise, but now I'm getting into...
Number 3. I was recently on vacation. At my grandparents house. Where I ate junk food for a solid week. And I am desperately in need of exercise. But, because of my above oblique, I can't run. I can't do crunches. I haven't tried lifting weights yet. All I can do is sit around the house. It's really getting to me because, for a little while, I was actually pretty happy with my appearance. Something like this has happened before, and it took me about a year to work back to where I started from. It really drives me nuts. Thankfully, I've become a bit older and wiser over the last year or so, so it doesn't absolutely devastate me. But of course all the rest of my friends are pretty slim, and I have never considered myself slim. If I don't dwell on it, it doesn't bother me, but when I do I'm miserable. That is why I am moving on.
You know, it feels really good to dump myself out like this once in a while. If you've stuck with this kind of whiny post up to these words, thanks for reading. Lots of hugs. =)
Izori
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