I can not believe I forgot to turn in my AP English assignment today, I know I didn't have the class and with the Bellarion issues coming out it completely slipped my mind it was due, Fuck. I got so happy, both my AP classes had A's and I got an 87% on my test, that's incredible for me and here I go fucking it up.
I can't believe I forgot it, as of now my novel's behind at 19,000 words and swimming starts monday. I need to get my shit together, I've got an A in every class and I can't let that slip because I get too distracted by other things to remember little things like an EASY AP English assignment.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Poetry Slam shines on literary talents
First draft, needs quite a bit of work.-
When asking Jason Taylor, the advisor of the Poetry Slam, how to describe the poetry slam for the newspaper, he said one word, “awesome.” On the October 15th, the first poetry slam of the year occurred in the Black Box Theater. The Poetry Slam consists of two parts, an open mic night and shortly after the actual “slam.” The slam is a spoken works poetry competition, in which students must recite their own work. A highly competitive competition as well, students will battle for the honor and glory of winning the poetry slam. The winner of the most recent Slam was senior Steve Gibson; second place went to junior Rachel Airey, and third place to junior Ryan Pisscatelli.
The slam is considered highly competitive just like any sport to students who participate in it, you will hear screaming, yelling, and any other emotion possible to display in speech. BAHS alumni Rachel Bond says, “It really is a battle for glory, it’s combat, it’s a fight, and it’s extremely competitive; it’s difficult to write, and especially to perform a slam poem. It contains rules just as other competitions, that it must be your own poem, it can’t be more than three minutes with a ten second break period, and that you can’t use props, fire, animals, etc. There are two rounds, and possibly an earlier elimination round varying on the number of entries into the slam.
In the audience, there will one timer and five judges. The timer will of course time each entry to see if they stay under the time limit; if the time limit is gone over, points will be deducted from your score. The judges are five randomly picked people in the audience given a blue binder with a number scale from 0.1-10.0. Based on each slammer’s poem, they will at the end raise the binder with the desired score. The final score for each slammer is made by subtracting the lowest score from the highest score and adding it together with the three middle scores, then averaging that number. A perfect score would be a thirty.
Before the slam begins, an open mic night is created on the spot with students performing raps, playing guitar, reading poetry, or singing a cappala. The audience will interact with each performer and yelling and commenting. One freshman student, Jordan Wilneer, came onto the stage saying, “so I have a Pokemon hat!” You’ll see the audience cheering, laughing, and holding an interaction with the current performer. Even during the actual slam, if the audience does not like a judge’s choice of a score they can boo them for a low score, and praise and cheer for a score they thought was correct. Justus Eapan created a rap for the open mic, while other students like Katie Procell will sing a cappela to the audience. Host Greg Klock, holds conversation with the audience as well and keeps the night flowing smoothly.
As slammers performed throughout the night, chills would overtake you from the power of each of these slammer’s pieces. “Yay for word nerds,” you would hear the audience yell. Though these students performing had talent and skill, as Rachel Airey performs her first poem chills ran throughout students from the intensity of it. The poem scores a 29.7, very close to a perfect score. Also, in the night you could laugh in amusement from how well some can speak, like Steve Gibson with a poem about Arizona that scored a 29.5. The slamming, screaming, laughter, joy, and chills continue on through the night in each students work, the poetry slam a great event to attend.
When asking Jason Taylor, the advisor of the Poetry Slam, how to describe the poetry slam for the newspaper, he said one word, “awesome.” On the October 15th, the first poetry slam of the year occurred in the Black Box Theater. The Poetry Slam consists of two parts, an open mic night and shortly after the actual “slam.” The slam is a spoken works poetry competition, in which students must recite their own work. A highly competitive competition as well, students will battle for the honor and glory of winning the poetry slam. The winner of the most recent Slam was senior Steve Gibson; second place went to junior Rachel Airey, and third place to junior Ryan Pisscatelli.
The slam is considered highly competitive just like any sport to students who participate in it, you will hear screaming, yelling, and any other emotion possible to display in speech. BAHS alumni Rachel Bond says, “It really is a battle for glory, it’s combat, it’s a fight, and it’s extremely competitive; it’s difficult to write, and especially to perform a slam poem. It contains rules just as other competitions, that it must be your own poem, it can’t be more than three minutes with a ten second break period, and that you can’t use props, fire, animals, etc. There are two rounds, and possibly an earlier elimination round varying on the number of entries into the slam.
In the audience, there will one timer and five judges. The timer will of course time each entry to see if they stay under the time limit; if the time limit is gone over, points will be deducted from your score. The judges are five randomly picked people in the audience given a blue binder with a number scale from 0.1-10.0. Based on each slammer’s poem, they will at the end raise the binder with the desired score. The final score for each slammer is made by subtracting the lowest score from the highest score and adding it together with the three middle scores, then averaging that number. A perfect score would be a thirty.
Before the slam begins, an open mic night is created on the spot with students performing raps, playing guitar, reading poetry, or singing a cappala. The audience will interact with each performer and yelling and commenting. One freshman student, Jordan Wilneer, came onto the stage saying, “so I have a Pokemon hat!” You’ll see the audience cheering, laughing, and holding an interaction with the current performer. Even during the actual slam, if the audience does not like a judge’s choice of a score they can boo them for a low score, and praise and cheer for a score they thought was correct. Justus Eapan created a rap for the open mic, while other students like Katie Procell will sing a cappela to the audience. Host Greg Klock, holds conversation with the audience as well and keeps the night flowing smoothly.
As slammers performed throughout the night, chills would overtake you from the power of each of these slammer’s pieces. “Yay for word nerds,” you would hear the audience yell. Though these students performing had talent and skill, as Rachel Airey performs her first poem chills ran throughout students from the intensity of it. The poem scores a 29.7, very close to a perfect score. Also, in the night you could laugh in amusement from how well some can speak, like Steve Gibson with a poem about Arizona that scored a 29.5. The slamming, screaming, laughter, joy, and chills continue on through the night in each students work, the poetry slam a great event to attend.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Lady GaGa in HCR and March for Equality
So this past week, in Washington D.C. there have been so many awesome events supporting equality, with even Obama helping out. I myself, certainly believe everyone deserves equality and no one has the right to deny someone the rights to be happy. Lady GaGa this week, I could not be more proud of all I've seen her do in the week long events.
At the Human Right's Campaign Dinner, we see Barrack make a joke about opening for Lady GaGa, but our president is supporting equality, how great is that? Obama has made promises to help out the community and it's really nice to see someone making a stand in the political world.
You can also see Lady GaGa performing her rendition of Imagine at the HCR Dinner where thousands of activists were gathered for the rally march that was just yesterday.
Lastly, here is GaGa's awesome speech from the day of the rally. She's had so many speeches within the last 2 weeks supporting these events, and I couldn't be more happy to see the support these groups are getting. I know this is long to read through, but I'm a huge fun of GaGa firstly, and secondly a supporter of Human Rights. This week couldn't have gone better, I'm glad to see society starting to recognize equality, it's not just something people deserve, but a right.
At the Human Right's Campaign Dinner, we see Barrack make a joke about opening for Lady GaGa, but our president is supporting equality, how great is that? Obama has made promises to help out the community and it's really nice to see someone making a stand in the political world.
You can also see Lady GaGa performing her rendition of Imagine at the HCR Dinner where thousands of activists were gathered for the rally march that was just yesterday.
Lastly, here is GaGa's awesome speech from the day of the rally. She's had so many speeches within the last 2 weeks supporting these events, and I couldn't be more happy to see the support these groups are getting. I know this is long to read through, but I'm a huge fun of GaGa firstly, and secondly a supporter of Human Rights. This week couldn't have gone better, I'm glad to see society starting to recognize equality, it's not just something people deserve, but a right.
Friday, September 25, 2009
React.
I got really stressed out, and somehow this came out of it.
It feels like each day I wake up from dreams, and slip into the realm of sad realities. Watching the clock tick, for every hour of each day, wondering if the pain will subdue. It never does, It hasn't for weeks. Slowly I'll manage to pull myself from the safety in the blankets, and leave the peace of my dreams. Is this all a dream? I wish, but these old faded light blue Converses seem to say time is passing at an alarming rate. Where did the months go, all blurred into one mass of teardrops upon the piles of paperwork. It's all slowly building up. I still can't move from this warmth, this safety.
But like all good things, it must come to an end. This never felt so wrong, each muscle spasms with hopes to stay motionless. Trying to trance my body into a state of numbness, breathing in and out. I watch the light reflect over the worn down strings of that beautiful Ibanez guitar, bringing safety from within the madness. I've never been a godly person, but now would be the perfect time to start.
The clock reads 7:13. Where has the time gone, I should have left hours ago, but my body feels so numb. It feels safety. I need to awaken, and somehow find the strength to allow myself that everything will be okay. But I don't know.
I open my eyes, and look outside upon the City. It's a wreck, the ocean is colliding with safety of the City. It's the only home I've ever known, so why do I feel so alone? It's time to react. I pull myself from the wooden bed, the soft plaid covers and react.
It feels like each day I wake up from dreams, and slip into the realm of sad realities. Watching the clock tick, for every hour of each day, wondering if the pain will subdue. It never does, It hasn't for weeks. Slowly I'll manage to pull myself from the safety in the blankets, and leave the peace of my dreams. Is this all a dream? I wish, but these old faded light blue Converses seem to say time is passing at an alarming rate. Where did the months go, all blurred into one mass of teardrops upon the piles of paperwork. It's all slowly building up. I still can't move from this warmth, this safety.
But like all good things, it must come to an end. This never felt so wrong, each muscle spasms with hopes to stay motionless. Trying to trance my body into a state of numbness, breathing in and out. I watch the light reflect over the worn down strings of that beautiful Ibanez guitar, bringing safety from within the madness. I've never been a godly person, but now would be the perfect time to start.
The clock reads 7:13. Where has the time gone, I should have left hours ago, but my body feels so numb. It feels safety. I need to awaken, and somehow find the strength to allow myself that everything will be okay. But I don't know.
I open my eyes, and look outside upon the City. It's a wreck, the ocean is colliding with safety of the City. It's the only home I've ever known, so why do I feel so alone? It's time to react. I pull myself from the wooden bed, the soft plaid covers and react.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
So I hit a parked car XD
I'm a junior in High School, I really shouldn't complain about being so stressed now when life's just going to get harder I'd imagine. Talking with Greg helped, but.. it's still an odd thing. But today, hugging him after he told me what he'd done, well, for the first time in awhile it felt right. I really don't know what's right or wrong anymore.
I know it's wrong I hit a parked car Saturday, god that was bad. So much stress, than come home freak out OH MY GOD OH MY GOD, freak out hysterically crying.. not good.
Hopefully my parents will let me drive to CCD tonight, but I wouldn't expect them to let me. But I really hope, I need to get in the car again to improve and make sure that mistake never happens again, it was while parking anyway. I wasn't actually on the road at least, and no insurance claims filled. The whole Greg thing is so confusing, I have no clue what I want anymore. I have no clue what I want to be, if we're meant to be together, and If I love him like he loves me. I hate this, I wish love was easier to solve.
I know it's wrong I hit a parked car Saturday, god that was bad. So much stress, than come home freak out OH MY GOD OH MY GOD, freak out hysterically crying.. not good.
Hopefully my parents will let me drive to CCD tonight, but I wouldn't expect them to let me. But I really hope, I need to get in the car again to improve and make sure that mistake never happens again, it was while parking anyway. I wasn't actually on the road at least, and no insurance claims filled. The whole Greg thing is so confusing, I have no clue what I want anymore. I have no clue what I want to be, if we're meant to be together, and If I love him like he loves me. I hate this, I wish love was easier to solve.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
This is all wrong
None of this feels right.
Your arms around me don't feel like they belong there.
Your hand on the shy of my back doesn't belong there.
Every touch, hug, kiss, none of it feels right anymore.
This can't be love, not for me. This shouldn't be so stressful, it shouldn't feel so wrong. By wrong, I mean it feels like.. no, your arms shouldn't be there. It's not even someone else, it's just all wrong. Tension is rising enough for me being off my medicine, and I bet that is playing a big part in this. But I don't want to spent my life, taking pills just to feel alone. I can do that without pills, nothing else needed.
I don't know what's going on in my head at this point, nothing feels right. Just feels like a desire, that I enjoy the attention, maybe the lust of it all. I need to stay off the Zoloft, I don't want to go back even if I'm worse now. I'm off it, and I want to stay that way.
Time to go ask Mom for some wine, that always helps. I love my parents at times, the fact I can drink wine with my Mother is relaxing, it's like our little bonding time.
Your arms around me don't feel like they belong there.
Your hand on the shy of my back doesn't belong there.
Every touch, hug, kiss, none of it feels right anymore.
This can't be love, not for me. This shouldn't be so stressful, it shouldn't feel so wrong. By wrong, I mean it feels like.. no, your arms shouldn't be there. It's not even someone else, it's just all wrong. Tension is rising enough for me being off my medicine, and I bet that is playing a big part in this. But I don't want to spent my life, taking pills just to feel alone. I can do that without pills, nothing else needed.
I don't know what's going on in my head at this point, nothing feels right. Just feels like a desire, that I enjoy the attention, maybe the lust of it all. I need to stay off the Zoloft, I don't want to go back even if I'm worse now. I'm off it, and I want to stay that way.
Time to go ask Mom for some wine, that always helps. I love my parents at times, the fact I can drink wine with my Mother is relaxing, it's like our little bonding time.
Friday, September 18, 2009
I want some white wine
Today, school wasn't as bad as it usually was, I didn't go to my cross country meet today, had a low grade fever. This is the first day in weeks I've been home after school, it feels so weird. But this morning in homeroom, I brought in Mugglecast's "Harry Potter Should Have Died." Listening to everyone, debate these topics of the book, well made me feel like I can actually fit in sometimes. Ever since I stopped meds, it's been harder than ever. But, well, being alone isn't so bad, you get used to the feeling after so long. It's better than waking up everyday needing pills to function, well I still do.. I just need a few less.
I really miss the days before all this happened, years ago really. Maybe this year i'll try to include myself more, but I still see no point in it. One day maybe, I can wake up no fear at all, no medicene needed, one day maybe. But for now, I'm content with this feeling of being alone. Greg knows too, It must not be easy for him either, I know I mean everything to him, but that doesn't seem to effect me anymore.
Trig, Chemistry, Adv Drawing, a typical day. Lord, I need some white wine, always calms the nerves lately. Not a good habit, but it does help relax me.
I really miss the days before all this happened, years ago really. Maybe this year i'll try to include myself more, but I still see no point in it. One day maybe, I can wake up no fear at all, no medicene needed, one day maybe. But for now, I'm content with this feeling of being alone. Greg knows too, It must not be easy for him either, I know I mean everything to him, but that doesn't seem to effect me anymore.
Trig, Chemistry, Adv Drawing, a typical day. Lord, I need some white wine, always calms the nerves lately. Not a good habit, but it does help relax me.
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