"You`re never fully dressed without a smile."
Yesterday led me to recall this expression as since I learned it, I feel it only reinforces my generally pleasant disposition. The one who knows me best describes me as "a happy soul", my mother, who believes it is also the cause behind my incessant singing. Sleep, or lack thereof, does wonders for the disposition. I don`t question the hours at which I`m awake, but when I am queried, however, I usually give the answers of either; "I`m nocturnal, or an insomniac." Technically, each is partially true, as my mother is a diagnosed insomniac resulting in a likelihood of me inheriting it genetically. As for the nocturnal answer, it`s not completely accurate since I have a tendency only to be up during the wee hours of the morning, and I seldom sleep during the day. Regardless of how much of this is true, sleep remains to be an activity I enjoy immensely, despite it seemingly being a waste of time, and I can spend endless hours performing it, and intermittently do.
Mixed input about my style of writing when blogging has also led me to some speculation. I have come to the conclusion that it is completely inappropriate and rather unprecedented. Yet, I have decided I will continue to proceed with it since it is actually a cultivation of over three years of fostering preceded by my first every blog entry on xanga, a record of my day, written completely in third person, also unprecedented. At one point, although I feel as if I have reached the point of no return, I may refrain from such formal writing, and instead resort to colloquial slanguage. I`ve been told the style exudes elegance, but is also much like attending school resulting in the audience being in complete boredom. This, I feel, is a subconsciously desired effect, as my intention is not to attract avid readers of this blog. In the future, I may change it to appeal to a wider audience.
My day could be summed up in one word: tumultuous. It started off with a change of pace: my mom dropping me off to school for the second time this year due to an appointment with my math teacher. I stayed for the first few minutes to review my math final and proceeded to leave for the library when the first period bell rang. Anxiety remained about the upcoming test in fourth period, but when I arrived, she brought me outside of the classroom to notify me that I would be transferring to the other Algebra II teacher and would not need to take it. This news soon morphed my day into becoming the best of my sophomore year, as I spent the rest of the day sharing it with everyone who cared. As suspected, it was too good to be true since when my mom picked me up [also a rare occurrence,] she told me that she had subsequently talked to my vice principal, who had determined Ms. Nguyen to not have the authority to make that decision. So the situation is unresolved, until a conference between her, the vice principal, and I is held. I had a mixture of relief and remorse for missing track practice today because I had a doctor`s appointment to diagnose what I now know is a corn on the ball of my left foot. My new doctor used a scalpel to remove some of the skin, and assigned salicylic acid to be cure it. This also means shoe shopping for me which could be the cause of the callus, which is also tantamount to possession of my first pair of Vans in the near future. A highlight in my day, occurred, of course, in English as when we picked up again the discussion of the "courtier" from yesterday. This time, we explored the female individual of the concept bringing us to the idea of make-up. Ms. Geers was describing her encounter with a woman who caused her to involuntarily jolt at her appearance. Just as she started to expound the details of the woman's shocking blue eyeshadow, we heard the piercing scream of a girl in the outside vicinity resulting in an outburst of laughter from the entire class, as it seemed choreographed with her telling. I`m being optimistic in hoping that my math test will be further postponed, but am not counting on it. Perchance my lack of textbook is merely wishful thinking on my part, but for now I will occupy myself with other subjects in anticipation for what tomorrow holds.
Novel; I haven`t grown any taller since my last measurement of 5'2".
On a lewder note; Preferred method of water conservation? Group showers! ;P
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