I have been playing around a lot with my website. But, I think I have finally gotten it to a point where it feels good. I mean, getting the themes right. Every time I change the theme, I have to reconfigure the website so that it flows better. However, I did figure out how to make it seem like I posted something a while ago. So, in cases like when I forget to post my journal entry, I can post it yesterday, from today! The problem with changing my theme so much, is that eventually you have just waaaay too many downloaded. So, there are a few that I like, and can always change to, so I didn’t remove them. I have found splitting wood to be three things. 1) A form of exercise, 2) A therapeutic thing to do, and 3) A means of getting yourself out of doing other chores. I actually do not mind this whole quarantine thing. I normally don’t lead a very social life. In fact, this routine is very close to that of my normal summer life. The only difference is the learning we have to do. For all the classes, save science, the workload is pretty minimal. Science is just one of those classes, where there is a lot of stuff to cover. Band is downright boring. If I wanted to play an instrument by myself, I wouldn’t have signed up for band. I started watching legacies, because Netflix recommended it to me. The characters seemed really well developed and seemed to have a backstory. So, I did some research. It is actually a sequel series to The Vampire Diaries. So, now I have a lot of things to watch. I seem to go through phases where I have like nothing to watch and then I have a lot to watch. The same applies to reading. Have you ever noticed that readers congratulate themselves for finishing a book by buying more books? It just seems weird, like having lunch for breakfast. While I was down in the forest today, I couldn’t help but overhear the telltale buzz of bees. I didn’t see them along the trails. But they are down there somewhere, waiting for the chance to sting. That seemed to conclude the entry in a seemingly ominous tone.
I can’t wait for some more sunny weather. It didn’t rain that much today, but I am ready for some unovercast skies. I think that eventually schools will be taught by robots. I mean, think about it: we already are starting to do things like i-Ready. Things like that are starting to push us toward less teacher interaction, and more technological interaction. However, while the schools will be taught by robots, the punishment system still needs to be run by humans. This is simply because no robot can fully replicate human emotions. Since every case is different, you can’t just have a basic this bad deed = this punishment. You have to include the external factors. I, personally, find it easier to learn when I can ask for clarification. Watching a video doesn’t always help me learn things. So, yes schools may very well be heading to a point where they will be taught by robots. However, punishment must be carried out by a human. And while this may be coming, I am not entirely looking forward to it.
I was listening to my brother and my mom proofread his story for class. Oh my gosh I am so glad i learned how to elaborate on things. His story was like First we did this, then we did that, then this happened, then we solved the problem, then it happened again, then it was all over and we could all sleep. If you start at one of my grandparents houses and you take a certain road, you come across an intersection. If you go one way, you hit my other grandparents house, if you go the other way you hit my uncle’s parent’s house. I sincerely think that my brother needs a fidget. He messes with whatever is close by and he can touch whenever he’s working on something. Which, by the way, shouldn’t bother me, but it does because he was literally snapping a crayon until he couldn’t anymore. He was about to grab another but I stopped him just in time before Granny Smith Apples was destroyed. When painting, I go through different phases. Like with the focus and what I am portraying, or how I am portraying it. Whether I use pencil lines in it or whether I like just paint to show. This kind of comes out of nowhere, but I didn’t know there was a Republic of Texas. I also find it rather odd that Great Britain had a female prime minister in the 70’s and we still haven’t had a female president. I mean, back in the 1700’s we were a country with “newfangled” ideas. I really like saying that word. “Newfangled”.
I painted a cute little hedgehog today. My brother got a headache this evening at dinner, again. I’d feel bad for him but this happens at least once every two weeks. He gets a headache, takes an Advil, throws up the Advil, takes a nap for ¾ of an hour and feels fine again. It really is quite annoying and he’s been doing this for the better part of his life. When he doesn’t have food for a while (meaning like three hours which really isn’t that long) and you mix in exercise that’s the result. I have found that I am really into the whole secret society, behind the scenes thing. I guess it started when I read Leigh Bardugo’s The Ninth House. I love that book. This month I have watched The Order and Ares, both Netflix originals. I haven’t watched the last episode of The Order because there is going to be another season, and I am not quite finished with Ares. I am only on like episode four, but I think it is going to be a personal fave. My watch decided that its display wanted to stop working. So, I had to use an older Fitbit Flex 2. I hate it when I try and click the side and then look down to see the time and see five light-dots instead. I have a Charge 2 somewhere, but it isn’t water resistant and therefore doesn’t fit my lifestyle. I went on a three mile bike ride, but I do that a lot so it isn’t big news. I feel like I should write more, but I’m kinda out of ideas. So, I will end us with a quote, “All you children playing with fire, looking surprised when the house burns down” ― Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House
TGIT. Since we don’t have interactive learning on Friday, TGIF became irrelevant. Today, I feel like I did nothing. I got up, then fell back asleep (kind of). Then I “went” to Mr. Broeckel’s class. His doc chat (which he used instead of zoom) was very interesting. Andrew and Zuzu’s quarrel lives on to this day. Then I read most of chapter 11. Then I “went” to Ms. Stitt’s class. Then I sat on our deck and had lunch. Then the rest of the day I just kind of lazed around the house. Because I am supposed to use some vocabulary words, I formulated the following sentence. Michael is a nefarious demon-architect from the bad place who tricks four negligent humans into thinking they are in the good place. Once there was a very large ominous sinkhole.
While I was walking today, I couldn’t help but notice the pollen on the Timothy Grass. That brought me back a few years. You see, I realized that if I wanted my brother to do something all I had to do was take the pollen in my hand and show it to him. He was so afraid that I would use it on him that he would do anything I wanted to do. Eventually, my parents found out and I got into trouble. I think I had to “give up” technology for a few weeks. I don’t do that anymore because obviously that is mean. But, I do kind of miss being able to make my brother my slave. I have like three episodes of The Good Place left. Zuzu recommended Black Mirror so I will probably check that out. 18 days until my brother’s birthday, I still haven’t gotten him anything. But, then again, I haven’t been out of the house in like a month so… If I could study one subject in school that is not currently offered it would probably be creative writing. That is technically offered in ELA, but you know. In ELA we also have to read cring-y stories that no one has ever heard of before, and answer questions about them. And we have to do this type of writing where we write about something that you could get better information about by using a search engine, and you have to have a bibliography ☹️.
It feels like summer. I swear, if we didn’t have to do things like science I wouldn’t think that this is april. I can actually wear shorts and not get cold. Leaving the house without sunglasses is not a wise decision. Take it from someone who knows. Today, I made Lemon Baked Donuts. They are awesomely delicious. I included the link if you want to try them. I don’t know you well enough to know whether you like to cook. Is it bad that I’ve eaten two already? I don’t think so. Honestly, I hope that I don;t get fat in life. Have you ever realized how nice it is to take a shower? To just stay there for like a long time? It is so relaxing to just feel the water and it gives you time where you aren’t distracted by anything so you can just think. I’ve started watching The Good Place. It really puts you into a good place. Honestly I didn’t see the ending of the first season coming. A slight twist.
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By the looks of things, this journal is going to be updated every other day. *I know how interesting my life is and how much you look forward to reading about me* (sarcastic). However, I just can not seem to remember to write things on mondays, wednesdays, and fridays. Maybe I should teach myself how to set a reminder on my phone. I typically remember to write my journal while I’m trying to fall asleep. But (after my bout with horror stories) I can’t go downstairs without turning all the lights in the house on. My family appreciates that I don’t do that. Hopefully this feeling fades, because it is really annoying. During the day, I can remember being afraid. But I can’t remember what that feeling felt like. I mean even thinking about the same things just makes me feel funny. My brother said something the other day along the lines of, “You should read scary books a lot. Then you don’t have to go to sleep.” I do not think he understands how that works. Because you are too scared to do anything that sleep would be a blessing, but nothing can bring it. Your body is clamped up, yet on the inside your heart is running a marathon and your brain is fighting. Trying to get control over what you are feeling. Every little tiny noise sends you into an even deeper sense of terror. Until you just fall into sleep. And then you wake up and you’re all good. But the cycle repeats itself. I guess eventually the whole thing will just dissipate. In fact, I know it will. Last year I read Lockwood & Co. They were really good books, but they were horror. Somehow I learned how to live like that, but I guess that not going to school leads to more emotional energy and so you feel less drained. And more likely to be able to stay up all night (which I don’t know why some people want to do) and less likely to be able to go to sleep quickly.
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I typically wait until later in the day to do this, so this may get updated. However, if I wait, then I forget to do it. So… I don’t know why I decided to read Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House and then proceed to watch the first couple episodes of the Netflix show with the same title (note: same title, different story). I can’t handle horror and I know that. It does a better job at keeping me awake than caffeine. The reason I can’t remember why I started reading it is from the lack of sleep. In other news, everyone is doing well and isn’t sick with the coronavirus. My dad does have allergies, so he gets a lot of space in the grocery store. A cousin that I don’t really know came down with the coronavirus, but he’s better now. He was locked in his university, so that must have been fun. I have made a lot of cookies over our quarantine. I make about a batch every 2 days. Though if the batch is smaller (less than 15 cookies) then I have to make more the next day. Last night for dinner we had caprese chicken. I am crazy about pesto so it was pretty yummy.
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Ugh. Distance learning is required. But hey! School doesn’t start until like 10.
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