What A Good Idea.

Today, I had the privilege of presenting what I feel to be a ground-breaking idea that my friend Jenifer brought to me. 

I have a pretty good feeling about this program and what it can do for my school and I’m keeping my fingers crossed and hoping that it really impacts my school in a positive way and hopefully it will drastically change how things are done in this school of mine. However, what I need to focus on now is to simply prepare the presentation for the principal and see if this an idea that he will take serious consideration for. 

I honestly think it can work, really, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to back something up as much as this so I’m pretty excited about it. 

Well, I’m off to work on it now 

This feels really good.

“She Already has a Landscaper.”

Today was such a busy day for me, which is totally something that I love to begin with. 

This is how it begun. 

I woke up at 6:30, had my bowl of cereal, picked out my clothes, turned on the news and around 7:15 I was showering and getting ready to leave. I left the house with my little sis at roughly 7:45 ish and dropped her off and took the bus. Making it marginally on time as always. How precise is this morning schedule of mine, huh?

After that, it was all a matter of completing my day which is no big deal really. School work is ridiculously easy in it own rite so it was just a matter of glancing occasionally at the board and half – listening to what the teachers say. 

But the most exciting part about this day when my friend Joe received a call from his girlfriend in South Carolina. Mind you, both him and I live in New York and these two states have entirely different ways of doing things. 

It was filled to the brim with inquiries about the Avengers. “Where the hell was green lantern?” She would ask Joe, to which he would say he belongs to DC Universe and not Marvel. And then it came down to the talk about me. The full blown hispanic. 

I jokingly asked for a job as a gardener, to which Joe told me, “she already has a landscaper.” 

Nevertheless, it stung quite a bit in a funny way. 

Summer’s Closing In.

This school year is pretty much over with only a measly 15 or 16 days away from the infamous regents exams. After all that is through, the only thing I really need to worry about will be doing community service for the summer. 

I’m really looking forward to it. Mostly ’cause it’s actually a really good opportunity to figure out what it is that I want to do in college. I have ideas but nothing is solid as of yet. However, I’m really worried about a few things as far my school goes. I will need to write a college essay soon for these colleges and the only thing stopping me from writing a master piece is someone to actually proof read my work.

I don’t trust most of the remaining English teachers to objectively look at my work and offer grammatical criticism and content clarity so on that area, I’m pretty much all on my own unless I can get one or two of my teachers that have left to assist me. Not to mention that I’m also going to need letters of recommendation from a few teachers as well. 

It’s really just tying itself up right now, everything is falling into place and now I just need to play the cards right. Hopefully next year I’ll be able to continue my year as Student Government President, finish learning how to play the guitar, jog a mini marathon, write the college essay that I will love, and maybe even get a date with a girl that I like. So far, no promises, I’m an overbearing, cynical, oddly creepy kind of guy even if it doesn’t show half the time. What can I say ladies, you just make me weird. 

Other than that, as of right now I’m reading a book called “College Essays that Made a Difference” by the Princeton Review and its faculty. Hopefully this well solidify some ideas about a college essay that have been jumbling around inside of my head. 

Lastly, the next thing I will need to worry about is scholarships. Yep, the nightmare of every American teenager that isn’t in the middle class or higher (or so I assume, folks, correct me if I’m wrong). I recently composed a binder where I keep scholarships that I will apply to as soon as I meet the criteria for and then proceed to work on those as well. 

I also need to complete this marking period with 100′s in most of my classes. Geometry might be a problem just ’cause I have a tough time with the subject at times but I’m hoping for a high 90 at least. English should be a cinch so long as I can bargain with the teacher and do some extra work, Earth Science might be a little difficult considering I’ve only earned a 95 in that class (being the highest in all marking periods). Every other class I should be able to do it and hopefully that will boost my overall GPA a few points enough to polish my transcript. 

Then it’s just the regents. I might need to retake the algebra regents just to make that regents exam a 90+ since it’s the only one below a 90 to begin with. I also have to worry about the Geometry regents but as soon as I get that out of the way, I’ll be clear for this Junior year. 

And for some inexplicable reason, I actually forgot to mention National Honor Society and the SATS. I managed to get into the National Honor Society with a 93 overall this marking period (and 90+ in all the other ones) so I’m set with that, just have to excel in this last one. But the thing that’s really bugging me is the SAT’s. I hope I did alright, I can’t make any promises but the score should be enough to get me into the college of my choice. 

 

Anyway, I’m done for tonight, just going to read my book, brush my teeth, wash my face, and let my dream catcher do the rest of the work. 

New Habit.

I started something new about a few days ago. It’s on this website called Wattpad and if the people who read this would be so kind as to check it out, you’d please my wee soul oh so much.

I haven’t gotten much written down on it as of yet, but I’m considering posting my poems and stories there instead of here just because over there the format is more accessible to writing stories and poems and easily getting noticed as opposed to wordpress.

It also allows for a cover art and a cast to be implemented so I might take use to those tools as well. I’m pretty worked up by it, it’ll give me something to work on that I’ll really love and who knows where that will take me.

Anyway, the link is right here - http://www.wattpad.com/user/misgenmyser

And everything you need to look at is under the title “My Works.”

Thanks again ahead of time.

Blossom.

It’s kind of blank, my mind, when I think about things like a girl that I have feelings for. I wanted to avoid it, or rather, something about me wants to avoid talking or writing about it. It’s that fear, the fear that a lot of people share, the one that swallows up your existence and shuts you out from your own thoughts. The one that I dared to fight against at one point.

But, why did I do it? I’m not compulsive, nor am I the daring kind, yet, when I saw her, the only thing that I wanted to do was to talk to her. And I did. it doesn’t make much sense in my head, what it is that I feel for her or why I even feel this for her to begin with.

I can’t coordinate it, there’s nothing inside of me that I can turn to that can give me an answer. Each song that barely conceives a romantic thought is twisted in such a way that puts her into my thoughts. I’ve had all this happen before, and for some reason it feels unnatural this time and I’m not too comfortable with that.

At some point, I wish I could become more aware of what she wants out of me because as of now, all the progress I have actually made has only ’caused me to back track and it’s not too heart warming to say the least.

I think I’ll be confused for a while and I know that I don’t want to do anything towards her now so I think I’ll have something to write about for now. I quite frankly just wish I had some answers to this weird feeling; it’s so strange to just have it looming over me like a heavy rain cloud.

So I lied a little…

I think I remember blabbering something about not wanting to use titles and am now using a title so, um, I’m sure there’s  a word for this… Starts with an H, rhymes with mypocrite…

Anyway, I went jogging today for a second time and on my way back, feeling pretty confident about how I was doing, I started singing a Howie Day song that just happened to be playing on my iPod.

Now, if you’ve been jogging a little over 7 miles and your body hasn’t adjusted to it yet because of the ridiculously long break you took during the winter, singing may not just be a good idea. But, I’m an idiot, so honestly, I didn’t think this through.

But there I was, waltzing down the road singing incoherent phrases like “She says… Else… You… Mean… Break… (insert excessive inhaling here).”

You know you’re an idiot when your own body is telling you not to do completely idiotic things like that… So it was still to my surprise that I felt something in my lungs bloating to an excessively painful size.

But, knowing myself, I just had to finish that verse, you know? Who knows what kind of morbid things would happen if I stopped; time would slowly erode,  mucous would be falling from your armpits (yes, I mean you specifically) and the girl I like might actually say yes to my proposed date.

Yeah, that didn’t happen.

I’ll just cuddle with this obviously-to-small-for-me blanket and dream about pretty pink ponies.

Do I need to title my posts?

I noticed, while writing the title for this post that I didn’t write it in the same CAPS then no CAPS pattern that I always do.

This observation had to be done as Cracked.com told me that making observations is the first step into being someone like Dr. House; cause, you know, being awesome has it’s quirks.

Anywho, I always have trouble titling my posts because titles to me don’t really mean much. Like in books, whenever I look at a book to read, I don’t go for a catchy title like Sleepless Nights, Dreaming Awake, Alone Together simply ’cause paradoxical phrases make me feel stupid for initially making a joke about how stupid it sounds, then later realizing it has a whole other unexplored meaning to it.

Also, not to mention I sometimes feel that the title is completely unrelated to what the book is actually about. Let me first off place emphasis on the sometimes ’cause I interpret titles literally. When I read a book thats titled Animal Farm; well let’s just say I was expecting a 3 little pigs story gone horribly wrong and someone’s testicles are being splattered against the wall.

Side note: The testicle splattering has to do with my recent discovery of voyeurism and, almost immediately, my vigorous reaction to it; and subsequently, my preferred method of action to this “problem.” It’s in quotes ’cause not many people share the problems I do.

But anyway, I don’t feel much like titling posts, and a post about not titling posts is being titled is, well, making me look like a retard who is only capable of drooling on a clean t shirt (it only happens at night so don’t judge.)

But… I have habits, what can be done?