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I rule.

Why I Love IB Kids

In history we have these blog things we have to answer, like FRQ questions that you give the introductory paragraph to. So the last one this year was compare the French and American Revoultions' similarities and differences. Here were some awesome replies.

DiDi:
The French revolutionaries made beef with Jesus and completely overhauled the calendar in an attempt to get rid of anything Church-related. American colonists decided to keep God on their side.

The French women stormed Versailles and killed two guards in order to demand justice from their king. American women stopped buying foreign hats for a while.

Birney:
1. There were no airplanes in either war
2. People died in both wars
3. Gorillas did not fight in either war
4. However, there was guerilla warfare in both wars
5. Both French and American people are able to bleed and both have weaknesses to bullets
6. Neither were tricked by the trojan horse
7. Both wars were fought on Earth
8. Zimbabwe did not contribute soldiers or supplies in either war

Ian Lausa:
3. the french bled french blood while they snacked merrily on french bagguettes. us americans...didn't.
2. both revolutions consisted of people who were all:
"lets get some freedoms up in this place."
"yeah!"
"and while we're at it, lets get some representation!"
"yeah!"
1. The king of France died when he lost.

Jacob:
the King himself got his royal head brutally chopped off. Ouch!

Kelsey Boyd:
5. The French Flag is red, white, and blue...funny story, SO IS THE AMERICAN ONE!!

There might be somebody new,

so make way for the next Scarlett O Hara.

As the Wise Red Hot Chili Peppers Say

The More I See, The Less I Know,
The More I've Got To Let It Go

i was so jealous of her...
is the only way for this to stop hurting really to stop caring?

Does he notice?

Or am I just kidding myself?

Whenever I stress out about whatever, when I have 3384732 different things giving me anxiety attacks, I find the best way to deal is to not think about any of it. I'm serious, ignoring yourself is a totally viable solution to plagues of the mind. Next time your head is filled with anxious thoughts, simply take note of it, thank your mind for trying to ensure your survival, and then act as if you just got a stock tip from a homeless person. Of course, ignoring fear messages no longer applies when you're in line at the post office and the guy behind you is hiding something beneath a large overcoat and audibly talking to God.

I haven't written a blog in a really long time, figured I may as well.

So we've hit that time of the year, where you can't absorb much more, whether it be school or social or whatever. Its the smile-and-nod time, just float through this one more day until you are that much closer to starting over.

This week, I have a high-stakes cello audition, find out the results of two very prominent finals, take the AP history test, and as if I didn't have enough to stress about I have an ultrasound test on thursday to see if this bump on my chest wants to kill me or not. And I can't draw conor oberst for the LIFE of me.

If I think about anything too hard I'm just going to get overwhelmed.

My sister is scrambling trying to write her speech to try to become the captain of her cheerleading squad. She got put on JV for the 2nd year in a row, and she's really disappointed about it. I'm not used to her not getting her way and it kinda pisses me off because i think SOMEONE in our family may as well, and if its not going to be the cheerleading beauty its not going to be anyone.

Her little friend I despise called her yesterday in complete hysterics because this boy she likes wouldn't talk to her on the phone because he was still sleeping from prom the night before. This girl was WAILING, whatever she said to my sister was totally undescernable. I couldn't stand it, but then I started to wonder if I'm not just like that. Here I was, thinking "How stupid of this girl to flip out so much over some guy - one that doesn't even like her." and I kinda realized, isn't that what I've been doing for the last three months? short of bawling on the phone to my best friend, I've still been pining away for basically the same thing as the crazed cheerleader. And though she may be more vocal about it, we are both equally pathetic.

That audition is totally plaguing me (sorry for the gear shift there.) Beginning this August, I will have been playing the cello for no less than a decade. And what do I have to show for it? Two thirds of my life I've spent with the potential to develop something that could carry me at least through college, and I only start caring about it in the eighth grade. I saw Rainer perform at the Solo and Ensemble competition, and i felt like crying. I'm guessing I just don't get that reaction when Alex and Jane play because they are fantastic people I love and Rainer is a bastard most of the time, but I can't think of any good excuse of why i shouldn't be that good after ten years. If I were to make this audition, I would get 1/2 tuition at DU. Thats saving me about $80000 dollars. If I could do it. I really can't. I'm just not good enough. I spent seven years being lazy and I'm paying for it now.

This ranks pretty high on my angsty ranty blogs. But if you read this (if anyone ever does,) it means you have already signed up for the 'friend' position in my life and its your job to pretend to care. So there. No more complaints out of you, mister.

Have you ever watched Supernanny? Its sad, Americans aren't even smart enough to raise their own children, we need the British to come and rescue us from the heathens.

I wrote a Grapes of Wrath essay about how children cause all the problems in the novel. My mom read it, and got mad at me because she thought I was a bad person and kid-hater. I don't hate kids, in fact I'm one of my only friends that actually plans on having any. My mom should learn there are OTHER factors that make me a bad person.

Saturday I went out to the Promenade with my sister, Lauren and Amanda's new boyfriend. I thought I had better scope him out to see if I approved. Turns out I don't have huge standards for her beaus. I asked him what music he listened to and approved when he had a conversation with one of the bronze yodeling horses they have at the promenade. Most of her boyfriends don't speak when I'm around, and this one handled that aspect fine. BUT a warning for those of you with siblings - do NOT see a movie with your sister and her boyfriend. Think about what all girls do with their boyfriends in dark theaters. Don't make the mistake and think they may realize the potential severe awkwardness. Honestly, when you are subjected to seeing the little girl you played Barbies with for seven years snogging for thirty-five minutes straight, it changes you.

My ranting has surely become tiresome to you all, and I think for mercy's sake I may now bid you all a fond adieu.

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