The comeback

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I’m pretty much done with this because I don’t feel the need to rant to the internet for no reason anymore. The life of an Indian eighth grader is over and ninth grade started. So this is goodbye! 🙂

Okay so.

In my Spanish class, a friend and I were making a series of doodles about how a girl in her class was a grown woman, had just killed her boyfriend (her husband in the comic), and had a son who was mentally disturbed by his mother’s gruesome ways. It sounds really messed up, and it probably is, but honestly it isn’t that bad thanks to the media nowadays. Not sure if that’s good or bad. Probably bad. But it was pretty funny to us, but only in the “HOLY SHIZ THAT’S MESSED UP LOL WTF” way, and definitely not the “ooh yes, gore! funnn” way. Either way, I guess we were still in the wrong, because my teacher took the paper and looked at it. I think she thinks that I’m mentally disturbed or something now. (Also I told her that it was JUST me, to help get my friend out of trouble, but it didn’t really help me very much.) She called my parents and sent them the paper, which led to them talking to me about my mental state. 😛 At least there was a signficantly less amount of shouting, but I think they were wondering if I was mentally disturbed or something. WHICH I’M NOT. D:
Bottom line though: I’m stupid for expecting everyone to have the same violence tolerance as I do, and I was wrong.
So yeah, that’s more or less the only eventful thing that’s happened recently. Finals are coming up. Study, kid! nooo but it’s friday who even does work on friday’s meh

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My crush is going to a different high school than I am and I still like her. #middleschoolprobs

#hashtagsdon’tworkonwordpressandthey’redumbanyway #whatever

I really hate myself right now. I’m an awkward asshat who can’t deal with my own problems, and won’t take advice/help either. *Sigh.* 

I have more important things to worry about, though, I know.

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So in a bit, I’ll be going to Indiafest, a place where Indians annually celebrate their heritage and culture. I would enjoy it except for 1. I’m not really interested in my culture, honestly, and even if I was, 2. dancing/shopping is the main thing to see/do there, and I don’t like dancing/shopping. In addition to that, 3. I don’t want to see random Indian family friends. I want to see my school friends. I guess I’ll see a few of my friends there, but there’ll be a LOT more of those annoying family friends that just think you’re the coolest while you think that they’re the worst, but you don’t want to make them feel bad, and you don’t say a word about it.

At least I can escape my homework for the day! What was that about homework? What? You have a speech to write? You’d better get back to work, buddy!

 

Okay, I’m back from Indiafest now. It was pretty bad, actually. I only saw ONE friend from school, and I’m not especially close to him. We walked around the stadium that Indiafest was held at, and ate some food. It was alright.

But before I found my friend, Indiafest was TERRIBLE. I found this girl that I knew on facebook, and she was really creepy. She asked me strange questions like “what’s a weird way to die?” just for the sake of talking?!?!? And she had a friend who was trying to hook us up, I think. o.O That’s dumb for several reasons. 1. I don’t go to the same school as her, and we aren’t going to the same high school, and 2. We barely know each other. We are facebook buddies, and I think she’s annoying anyway (but she doesn’t know that I guess) I know I sound like an asshat for assuming these things, but if someone walked up to you saying, “My friend ditched me for someone else! I’m just going to follow you, because, like, there’s no one else to talk to.” then what would you think?

So needless to say, as soon as I found my friend, I was gone. I actually had a lot of fun with him, because he’s a pretty cool dude, and I should have gotten to know him better.

After I left, I went to dinner at an Indian restaurant with my cousin and his friend. They talked about some sports stuff that I didn’t understand at all, and also about some bad teachers. My aunt tried to argue that teachers are “just people” and that they “deserve our respect, too” which is definitely true to some extent, but my family is a believer of blind obedience, which is totally whack. >_> I tried to talk about a bad teacher, and how she gave random students lunch detention for talking while being oblivious to the rest of the class doing the same thing. My aunt explained that my teacher is “tired from other students” and that “back in India, teachers would give lunch detention for talking before class too,” which is actually better because those teachers would at least be consistent, unlike my wishy-washy science teacher who starts conversations instead of teaching. But I didn’t tell my aunt this, because apparently having a civilized conversation is considered disrespectful. Even if I had my say, my aunt would stick to her values and not accept my side at all. I probably sound kind of mad, but I’m really not. My aunt is a cool person. And she can think what she wants, I guess. <– I guess a lot of things, don’t I?

I’m still not done with my language arts project, but I’m making a bit of progress. Back to work, then. :V

Dumb

So today course registration for high school is due. As the procrastinator I am, I decided to do it today. A few days ago, I worked on it with the counselor, and changed some stuff. My parents thought that it was finalized today, and that it couldn’t be changed, so they got really mad. Then I found out the problem. I had put in one too many core subjects! My way of figuring this out was to delete everything, and see what was worth more than one credit. It turned out that C&C, a LA and SS combined class, was worth two credits. But by deleting everything, Chemistry was gone from my schedule. Way to go, Nikhil. You’ve just screwed yourself over. TWICE! Needless to say, my parents went bat-shit insane. I was honestly just trying to fix it, but I messed it up more, and I was mad at myself. But my parents kept on yelling at me, and I didn’t like that. They’re trying to fix it, and have calmed down now, but still. I feel like Calvin in this strip of Calvin and Hobbes.

Calvin and Hobbes. Best newspaper comic hands down.

I think I’ll be fine, but I’ll have to wait until Monday to know for sure.

^Done at around 9:00 PM. It’s 11:16 PM now, and things are much calmer and quieter. I want to sleep. Bluhhhhhhh

*Yawn*

i need sleep

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Books And Some Whiny Junk

Paper Towns

by John Green

Read it. Now.

I reallyyyyyy liked it. It was relatable, hilarious, and downright awesome. The book was divided into three parts: The Strings, The Grass, and The Vessel. These parts were metaphors for [spoiler] and I thought that was really cool. The book has so many quotable parts in it, too.

“The fundamental mistake I had always made – and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make – was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.”

Seeeeee this book is just perfect. In my opinion, it’s John Green best work, but most people think that The Fault in Our Stars or Looking for Alaskais. Meh. Heck, even the characters are quotable in Paper Towns!

” “I’m not really in the mood.”

“Can we call Ben, then?”

“No. Ben’s an asshole.”
Radar looked at me sideways. “Of course he is. You know your problem Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves. I mean, I could hate you for being massively unpunctual and for never being interested in anything other than Margo Roth Spiegelman, and for, like, never asking me about how it’s going with my girlfriend – but I don’t give a shit, man, because you’re you. My parents have a shit ton of black Santas, but that’s okay. They’re them. I’m too obsessed with a reference Web site to answer my phone sometimes when my friends call, or my girlfriend. That’s okay, too. That’s me. You like me anyway. And I like you. You’re funny, and you’re smart, and you may show up late, but you always show up eventually.” “

AAAAAH THiS BoOk iS sO gOOD! The above quotes were lame in comparison to the stuff at the end but SPOILERSSSS.

 

Ahem. Composure regained.

Honestly, I didn’t feel like I got enough out of this book, because I was just reading it absentmindedly, and I wasn’t paying enough attention to anything but the main story, which, by the way, was still really great. But that first quote (the fundamental mistake I had always made…) has gotten me thinking… The biggest mistake you can make is thinking that people are more than people. Heh. I think that was mentioned in the book somewhere too. I’m so original. (sarcasm)

But in the book, Quentin was realizing that Margo Roth Spiegelman wasn’t all that she was cracked up to be, and that she was just as much of a person as he was. BluhIjustsummarizedthefirstquote. 

So here’s an idea of how much I liked this book: I wanted to annotate it. I hate annotating. o_o

Anyway, if you haven’t read Paper Towns, GO READ IT. 

 

So here’s the emo, self pitying part:

 

(warning: SPOILERS FOR PAPER TOWNS)

My love-life. Non-existent. I made everything super awkward for myself, and I can barely talk to her without freaking the flop out. I honestly have no idea how I’ve come to be so awkward, and I have no idea what to do other than to fix it. BUT HOW? TALK TO HER MORE? EASIER SAID THAN DONE. Bringing up another part of Paper Towns, Quentin talks about how it’s so hard leaving a place, but once you do it, it’s simple, and you feel free. Well, I think it’s kind of the same for me. I just have to make that initial jump, and then once I’m come to the realization that I’m falling, I can…die? Bad metaphor. But I just really hate myself for being so awkward. I think it’s because I spend so much time on the internet, and not enough time talking to people. I can honestly say that I prefer talking to someone in a chat over talking to the same person in real life. Internet, what have you done to meeeeee. Actually, no. I can’t blame this on the internet. People create themselves and stuff.

 

So I still haven’t gotten my AMC10A scores. I don’t have time to sift through scores online (and yet you have time to blog? hypocrite.) so I’m just going to ask on Monday.

Welp. I’m done now.

21 and Over

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bc9vHeGNTY0
What I like about this movie:
-Asian lead role. In major movies, this is actually very rare.
-The writers are the ones who wrote “The Hangover.”
-Accents aren’t over exaggerated.
What I don’t like about this movie:
-Jeff Chang? Why don’t they just call him Jeff? I get that the trailer is promoting the fact that he’s Asian, but it calls him Jeff Chang EVERY TIME.
-I just…don’t really watch movies like this. Not really a valid reason, but whatever.
-The trailer is just really confusing.
But overall, I’m happy. Mainly because of the Asian lead role thing. 😀

*Sigh*

I’m really bored right now. It’s Sunday, and I’m doing homework that I could have taken care of on Friday. Though I would still probably be doing nothing. I really want to read This Book is Full of Spiders, but I can’t pass off reading a zombie book as homework.

But TBIFOS is pretty awesome. It’s not your traditional zombie book, where everyone is exposed to some horrible virus, and its suddenly the Apocalypse. No, David Wong, editor of the humor site, Cracked.com, makes it much more interesting.

So here’s the story: John and David (yes he used his own name), users of a supernatural drug that bears a resemblance to soy sauce, see little spiders in their house, and later find out that the spiders are parasites that use humans as hosts. Due to the idiocy of David, the spiders are spread around town, and soon the town is locked down by the military.

TBIFOS is the sequel to John Dies at the End, and it isn’t nearly as good. JDATE is hilarious on almost every page, while TBIFOS is more serious. That isn’t what makes it bad. It’s the fact that the cover says “the sequel to John Dies at the End.” TBIFOS isn’t anything like JDATE. It isn’t completely devoid of humor, but it just lacks the spark that made the first book so good. I still really like it though.

Oh, and TBIFOS clearly didn’t get to a good editor, because some paragraphs aren’t indented, and I’ve seen one or two typos so far. XD

But it’s a good book, and I’m just too picky.

Welp, that was fun. Back to work now.