Baked goods, pregnancy, and drawing.

Hello, all.

Today, on the menu will be Rice Krispie Treats. And coffee cake. But more the former than the latter. Sorry.

The reason why I'm making them instead of something that I would like a lot more is because Raechelle has a pregnant friend who really really really really really really really likes them. So I'm making them for her.

Speaking of pregnant people, there is, in fact, a girl at my school and in my grade that is pregnant. I'm serious. She's a nice enough girl, but honestly, it's not surprising. She's a good person that made a lot of wrong choices.

On a completely different note, I have accepted the fact that I can't draw with a failed attempt at *Pikachu* and *Domo-Kun*. Now I just aimlessly doodle little cartoons. A few of these gave me the idea to make a new comic. It shall be called Revenge of the Cynical Monoliths. It's about, well, cynical monoliths. Or rather, two cynical monoliths and an overly excited one. They just look like squares, though. I could draw them 3-D, but that would defeat the purpose of purposefully bad drawings.

But anyway.

My weekend has been quite uneventful. Sucks for me; it's Sunday. Last day of freedom before... sigh... school. Ugh.

This has been a rather short post.

Update!

Now that I'm in Spectrum... It's... Really not as awesome as I thought it would be. But it's nowhere near as bad as my old classes. I mean really. Reflection symmetry? Ha.

Well, anyway, today has definitely not been a very good day. In first period, I was writing some Chinese characters on a little piece of paper because I was bored, and McKenzie started saying how much I failed and that I was doing it all wrong. When I did it right, she said to do it faster. This was the point where I decided not to put up with it and I just said, 'screw it' and ignored anything having to do with Chinese.

Then McKenzie asked me what my topic was for a personal essay we're supposed to write for this NPR program called This I Believe. When I showed it to her, Kathy saw and said, "That's kind of a given." Which wasn't very nice, because it's the best I could come up with, and I had been thinking about it for two days.

So that made me feel crappy.

Then there was at lunch, when I said to Stephanie as a joke after Amy gave me the rest of her food, "Hey, look. I actually didn't take it forcefully," Stephanie made a big deal out of it and started to tell everyone. And then Kathy said, "Yeah! This is a breakthrough for you!" and she looked completely serious. Which also made me feel crappy.

Then in science, this guy tried to prove me wrong with something that we were supposed to do and he said it in a very matter-of-fact, 'stop trying to be better than me' voice. That also made me feel crappy.

So, all those things piled up on top of each other, I was really depressed in 5th period, and after class, I went to the counselor and cried for a little while. That made me feel a little better. Then I was still just depressed and all I was thinking about during 6th period was how badly I wanted to be out of there and in 7th period.

7th period was substantially better than the rest of the day. I got to do math with McKenzie and then start making a big poster that we're going to work on tomorrow during lunch, and, even though I hate algebra, no matter how crappy I feel, by 7th period, it all goes away.

Well, goodnight.

Respectively Titled Blog Post.

One word.

Spectrum.

No, not a rainbow.

No, not a span of light.

The honors program at my school.

Details:

So, during 7th period science, Ms. Smith called me up to her, and I thought I was in trouble because I had a bad grade, but it turns out that I was supposed to go to the office because Mr. Suzuki called and said he wanted me to come down to the office. So, naturally, I freaked out, thinking I did something wrong.

When I got to the office, I walked up to the front desk and didn't even need to say anything until Mr. Suzuki saw me and said that Mr. Cooper (principal) wanted to see me. So I freaked out even more, thinking what I could have possibly done that was this bad. It was barely even the second month of school!. Mr. S said that hopefully it was for a good thing because he knew that I of all people wouldn't do something this bad.

When I got to Mr. Cooper's office (which is REALLY nice, by the way), he recognized me (how in the hell do all of these staff members recognize me like that? Do they memorize the faces of the people who they want to see?) and said, "Ah. Kayleigh. Come in." So I sat down at the nice little table where there were LOTS of chairs, which made me wonder how often he actually has to use all of those chairs, but that's irrelevant.

The first thing he said was, "So, I have your schedule right here," and I got really really really excited, "and I know you and your family have been trying very hard to get you into Spectrum." which made me feel kinda bad because my parents had made multiple phone calls and I thought that I had annoyed them. Then he said some other things that I didn't hear behind my elation, and then he said, "On Monday, you can come pick up your schedule when you get here first thing." And then there were some formal goodbyes and "have a good weekend"s and then I couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day.

All I can think about right now is Spectrum. Ahhhh, lovely solace.

Well, that's it. And miraculously, I'm tired at 10:30. How strange.

Goodnight, everybody.

Believe in yourself, for the LOVE OF GOD! ... Literally.

Hellllllllo there.

I was reading my friend Trish's blog, Sara Laughed, when I came upon a sentence that she had written that was totally true. And I C&Ped this:

I cried, I think, because I'm heartbroken by how exclusive Christianity has become.
The faith that said "Come to me ALL you who are weary or brokenhearted and I will give you rest." Now says "No, we don't want you because you're ______." 


And I think that's part of the reason why I'm not Christian. And why I don't watch Glee. Glee just is too focused on faith and Christianity. I'm not saying that I shun all who is Christian, because 4/5 of my friends are Christian, but all I'm saying is it gets a little tiring hearing how great God is.


Now that we're branching off into this subject, another reason why I'm Christian is because there are a lot of plotholes in what people say is wrong. For example, why they say LGBTQ is a bad thing. They say that it wasn't God's intention. Then you ask why He made them, and they say back to you, "God put man on Earth with free will." Excuse me, but, A TOTAL LOAD OF COMPLETE CRAP. Being gay isn't a CHOICE. People were born with different sexual preferences, and it shouldn't be a bad thing. It's just like a man and a woman falling in love, except they can't reproduce. There's not much difference there.


Then there's the thing about "the work on Earth." It means converting everyone to Christianity. And, I'm sorry Evangelists, but this will not be done. Everyone is different, and everyone has a different belief. And there are people out there like me, who are stubborn and will not change my beliefs unless I decide upon it myself. I don't care how great your God is. If he existed, he would have helped me by now.


But anyway.


My teachers in my core classes both confronted me about emails that they had gotten referring to my Spectrum schedule change, so it is probably going to happen sometime in the near future. Either way, I NEED to be in Spectrum. These people are driving me INSANE. And by insane I mean depressed. More and more with every passing day I'm not in Spectrum.


So that's my post for today, probably this week, and the next two weeks.


Goodnight and goodbye.