Pretty much the only thing I'm good at (in terms of writing) is creating unnecessarily long assignments when I'm supposed to only write about half of what I did. Many people know I have the tendency to do so, and this blog is absolutely no exception (and if you didn't, then there's something new you just learned about me).
So the topics I'm about to blog about were supposed to be for this blog's 300th post, but I'm afraid that I am going to lose my train of thought, so here is the super early 300th post of Kevin Zou's blog. Hopefully you'll be able to keep on reading without me boring you, and if you can't, just go ahead and find something else to do (honestly I don't mind).
French And Math
I'm going to start off with all the bad things first. And by bad things, I mean the less interesting topics that I do not want to finish off with.
As of now, I completely hate my French and Math classes. The teachers in both mean well and know their respective subjects very well, but they have absolutely no control over their students. In fact, my friend and I were talking about this during lunch (along with a great many other things) and I can't help but find that I agree with him 100%.
I was transferred to my current French class and miss my previous one dearly (the teacher was the same, but the students were more controllable), so I do kind of curse my lot for that. However Math is as it is, so I can't argue that I was moved or anything.
Bottom line is, I just really dislike those two periods and I honestly can't wait until I get this semester over with.
You're Welcome
I often get upset over the smallest things (no sexual puns please) and I think this is one of them. What I get unreasonably depressed about is when people do not say, "You're welcome." to any form of thanks that I have given.
Silly? Or not? I don't know. For some reason it just bugs me when people do that because then I feel like they don't want me to be doing whatever I'm doing and that they hate me for some arbitrary (did I use that right?) reason. I have no idea if my brain is just wired like that or if it's like that for everybody else.
More About Friends
Even though I am sure that I have discussed my current friendship situation on this blog, I will once again discuss it, so if you have heard this before, please do skip.
So you should know that I'm taking a bunch of grade 10 courses, which naturally means that I am making friends who are in grade 10. While I'm immensely happy that I am able to make friends this easily, I am still worried over what will happen to my grade nine friends.
Lately I have been spending a lot less time with my old friends and increasingly more with my new friends (and my other friends have taken note of this). I know find that I feel awkward whenever I am with my old friends because it feels like I'm a impostor or traitor of some sort. I absolutely hate this feeling and I wish dearly for it to go away.Nothing else for me to say on this...
Exclusion
I'm pretty sure that everybody in life has felt excluded or has excluded somebody at one point of his/her life. Personally I really dislike excluding people for illegitimate reasons and even more hate it when I'm excluded. There is something about being excluded that makes you feel unwanted, abandoned, alone, and useless, even if your friends are there for you.
Although I usually never am able to keep any promises I make to myself, I will try not to exclude anybody from anything ever.
A few days ago I was looking for a book in the teen section and picked up this little paperback book. I opened it up to the very first page and saw a green piece of paper with writing on it. It read:
"Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end."
I cannot stress how comforting those words were. Regardless if they were not the writer's own words or if it was just from the book, those words really helped me. So I grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote down my own message. The book didn't look that interesting, so in the end I didn't borrow it. But I'm really glad I picked it up.
Infatuation
This term, this word has infuriated me ever since I have learned (is it learned or learnt?) it. Infatuation. Even though I read the definition over and over again, I don't get it. As Wikipedia says: "Infatuation is the state of being carried away by unseasoned passion or love." So does it mean that people stuck with infatuation have... false love? Is there even such thing as false love?
So that's why I don't get it. This concept is so weird to me. Do I feel false love? Am I being filled with infatuation? Maybe it's the reason why I feel like I'm "falling" for every girl I see that is even remotely desirable. I'd like to believe that all my feelings are genuine and true, but is there really any way of proving that?
Do I have infatuation?
Wasn't As Long As I Expected
Once again, please do not turn that into another sexual pun. Go ahead and laugh. Done? Good.
So this post wasn't as long as I envisioned it to be, but I think it is one of the better posts I have put up in a long time. I really hope that this didn't suck and sound stupid, but if it did, then just ignore it for the most part. I am an 8 today, and thank you for reading.
"We adore chaos because we love to produce order." - M. C. Escher
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