Fake It by Seether is the theme for this. Well the majority of it anyway.
For the part that isn't related to the song...Yesterday, my morning started out great. I got my aura read, I met 3 out of the 5 members of One Direction. I was trying sooo hard not to fangirl, but I was dying on the inside. But I also figured that they get enough of that, so, yeah. But either way...
EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Yeah, I was hyped for the next hour.
I also had fun in my classes, laughing and just hanging out with everyone.
Unfortunately, the shit hit the fan, just like it always does. A good day always goes sour. And the metaphorical shit, was Glee club.
So, I was delighted to be able to do Glee this year. I was planning on it being fun, but I was also planning on making it into more of a democracy, instead of the dictatorship my friend(and I use that term very loosely at the moment) makes it. Don't get me wrong, she's nice, but she doesn't know jack shit about running a club and keeping kids under control.
Our club is full of energetic middle schoolers who need someone to tell them when to be quiet and listen. She lets them run around, and then when she tries to call their attention, she doesn't get any respect. She doesn't think anyone's opinions but hers matter, and I'm trying really hard to advocate for what these kids want, but it's fucking annoying when I am seen as the guilty party. Granted, I accepted that accusation, if only for the sake of keeping peace, but COME ON! Give a little, get a little. Isn't it silly to apologize for having an opinion? I think it is.
It's not just my fault that she's stressed, even if I am a factor. She didn't even want to do the club this year, she just feels obligated.
And that is the absolute worst reason to do something.
She's not cut out for management and it's not what she wants to do. She wants to be the one on stage, not the one directing what happens on stage.
I just don't understand her. It's like she doesn't have a brain of her own when it comes to her knowing what she wants to do or think. And this not only applies to clubs, but to school, careers, religion, her entire fucking life essentially.
I guess it just gets on my nerves because I was at that point, and I'm not anymore.
But yes, that is my Glee rant, and it's the fourth one I've given. Don't you just feel specials. ;)
I chose Fake It as the song for this, because it was the epitome of what I was feeling.
Lyrics of Influence:
Good god, you're comin’ up with reasons
Whoa, you’re such a fuckin’ hypocrite
Fake it, if you feel like infection
These lyrics just show how frustrated I feel about this entire debacle. Sad but true.
Today, I managed a miraculous feat of miraculousness. Two actually.
1. I performed a traditional Mongolian dance on a leg with damaged muscle.
2. On the way home, I hit the curb, hopped the same curb, ran into a sign, and knocked the chain on my bike off. Now that my friends, that is talent.
Today was good, and fun. Even if it was confusing at the very end. A guy in my grade who I NEVER thought would ever talk to me, well, he talked to me. He actually saw the presentation and thought it was "cool". Yeah, I was a little shocked. But pleasantly so. Depressing thing is, it took a dance show to put me on the proverbial male road map. Oh well. And before you think I'm crazy, which I might be...Right before I left, he winked at me. I mean, come on. I couldn't have imagined that. Wait, maybe I could have, seeing as how my marbles just spilled all over the place.
ANYWAY! I'm babbling, so I will stop the babble and post this sucker!
P.S. CHAT ROULETTE IS AMAZING! So far my celeb conversations are:
-Deadmau5 (last week)
-ONE DIRECTION! (YESTERDAY!)
I wonder if I'll meet more. :D
For the part that isn't related to the song...Yesterday, my morning started out great. I got my aura read, I met 3 out of the 5 members of One Direction. I was trying sooo hard not to fangirl, but I was dying on the inside. But I also figured that they get enough of that, so, yeah. But either way...
EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Yeah, I was hyped for the next hour.
I also had fun in my classes, laughing and just hanging out with everyone.
Unfortunately, the shit hit the fan, just like it always does. A good day always goes sour. And the metaphorical shit, was Glee club.
So, I was delighted to be able to do Glee this year. I was planning on it being fun, but I was also planning on making it into more of a democracy, instead of the dictatorship my friend(and I use that term very loosely at the moment) makes it. Don't get me wrong, she's nice, but she doesn't know jack shit about running a club and keeping kids under control.
Our club is full of energetic middle schoolers who need someone to tell them when to be quiet and listen. She lets them run around, and then when she tries to call their attention, she doesn't get any respect. She doesn't think anyone's opinions but hers matter, and I'm trying really hard to advocate for what these kids want, but it's fucking annoying when I am seen as the guilty party. Granted, I accepted that accusation, if only for the sake of keeping peace, but COME ON! Give a little, get a little. Isn't it silly to apologize for having an opinion? I think it is.
It's not just my fault that she's stressed, even if I am a factor. She didn't even want to do the club this year, she just feels obligated.
And that is the absolute worst reason to do something.
She's not cut out for management and it's not what she wants to do. She wants to be the one on stage, not the one directing what happens on stage.
I just don't understand her. It's like she doesn't have a brain of her own when it comes to her knowing what she wants to do or think. And this not only applies to clubs, but to school, careers, religion, her entire fucking life essentially.
I guess it just gets on my nerves because I was at that point, and I'm not anymore.
But yes, that is my Glee rant, and it's the fourth one I've given. Don't you just feel specials. ;)
I chose Fake It as the song for this, because it was the epitome of what I was feeling.
Lyrics of Influence:
Good god, you're comin’ up with reasons
Whoa, you’re such a fuckin’ hypocrite
Fake it, if you feel like infection
These lyrics just show how frustrated I feel about this entire debacle. Sad but true.
Today, I managed a miraculous feat of miraculousness. Two actually.
1. I performed a traditional Mongolian dance on a leg with damaged muscle.
2. On the way home, I hit the curb, hopped the same curb, ran into a sign, and knocked the chain on my bike off. Now that my friends, that is talent.
Today was good, and fun. Even if it was confusing at the very end. A guy in my grade who I NEVER thought would ever talk to me, well, he talked to me. He actually saw the presentation and thought it was "cool". Yeah, I was a little shocked. But pleasantly so. Depressing thing is, it took a dance show to put me on the proverbial male road map. Oh well. And before you think I'm crazy, which I might be...Right before I left, he winked at me. I mean, come on. I couldn't have imagined that. Wait, maybe I could have, seeing as how my marbles just spilled all over the place.
ANYWAY! I'm babbling, so I will stop the babble and post this sucker!
P.S. CHAT ROULETTE IS AMAZING! So far my celeb conversations are:
-Deadmau5 (last week)
-ONE DIRECTION! (YESTERDAY!)
I wonder if I'll meet more. :D
