AP Biology

AP Biology.

Why is it just not "clicking"?  I write notes down when I think I need to, for Pete's sake (Idk who Pete is, man) I take notes when the teacher is just talking about a lab procedure.  But really, like, I have such a bad grade.

Granted, I do horrible on the tests.  But by my third year of high school, especially after last year's AP Chem class, I can come to expect C's.  But they shouldn't be there.

Every night, before I go to bed, I pray to God that he will find a way to proportionally extend the amount of time in the day and reduce the amount of sleep I need to function.

It hasn't happened yet.  :[

I just don't have the time, dude.

And by "dude", I mean, the teacher, my friends, my parents, all my other teachers.

I was considering wiping a few hours of sleep completely from my schedule, if not all the hours of sleep I get between ten and three, but I found that when I get to school, I am either unnaturally giddy, or incredibly gloomy.

And if you were wondering where I get the time to write all this down, I'm borrowing it from my Pre-Calc homework time.  Not like M (math) checks it. xDD

So yeah, M (science), if you're wondering about why my grade is below your standard, it's because I cannot find spare time to study every night, nor can I figure out which nights to study.  As it is, I'm scrambling to get all my homework done.

Whatev.  I need sleep, so I cut some work tonight.  This whole staying-after-school-almost-every-day-for-the-past-week thing isn't helping either.  Oh, well.

School Newspapers.

Ahh.
I'm working on the school newspaper.
And blogging.
That's skill, besh.
(Did I spell that right?)

I should prolly go, because I have work to get done.
Seriously.
I am sooo off track.
Need to work on The Scribe.
Ahh.

Finished!

I was just about to post another post about being done with my essay when I had to go and I closed the window.

Dammit.

But now it's official:  I just finished writing the rough draft of one of the worst essays I have ever written.

I feel like when I write essay, I drone on and I can never be on focus.

Sometimes I piece the words together right and I get recognition, and sometimes I don't and get a little "Try Harder Next Time" on the paper.

But it's fine, I guess, because this blog is taking up my attention span.

Oh, and about the title.  I changed it because I was listening to "Drive", by Incubus.  They're pretty rad.  Not just because of the music, but like, Brandon Boyd is president of the "Men Who Are Fans of Being Shirtless" Club.

AH-mazing.

Was that too inappropriate?  Whoops, too late, huh?

Youtube "Incubus" and watch the video for "Drive", or "Wish You Were Here", or maybe even "Anna Molly" (no shirtlessness there, sorry, but a pair of nice arms).

Oh my gosh, I have gone to far.

Time to go then and do some Journalism homework.

Spoilers! (The Following Movie Gets a Rating Between "Uggh" and "Eeh")

Seriously.

I really should be finishing my English paper.  (Half way done, Miss Winkler, if you happen to read this post).

But I was thinking about how yesterday, I went over a friend's house and met up with a couple other friends to do what friends do when they don't go to homecoming: have a movie night.

So we watched The Happening, and as freaky as some parts were, like the fact that the movie was about people killing themselves (sorta), the dialogue was enough to keep me grounded.

Seriously, M. Night Shamallama?  Mark Wahlberg?  I could not take him seriously.  Andy Samberg got that impression down (I'll link at the end, if I remember).

I mean, in the movie, the dude talked to a plastic house plant.

Then when he realizes he's whispering to the plant, he's like:

"It's plastic.  I'm talking to a plastic plant."  Break. "I'm still doing it."

That was when we all cracked up.

Or like when Elliot (Marky Mark) finds out his wife Alma (Zoooey Deschanel) had a date with another man, he's all like, "You know, I went to a pharmacy, and there was a really good-looking pharmacist behind the counter.  I asked her where the cough syrup was and I didn't even have a cough."

Hilarious.

A couple of times the dialogue sounded like an middle-schooler wrote it, but the fact that most of it was coming from Marky Mark's mouth healed the wound (somewhat).

And, get this, WHERE WAS THE ENDING?

The movie moved so fast that by the time the crisis "ended", we still didn't know how to wrap our heads around it, which probably solidified Faith's thesis that Shamallama was poking fun at how humans overanalyze things.  Props to Mr. Alaimo.

So yeah, if I ruined the movie for you, there really wasn't that much to ruin, and sorry.  Really, I am.  Now watch "Mark Wahlberg Talks to Animals" and you'll feel much better.

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"You think you can do these things but you just can't, Nemo!"

I admit that I am in no way, whatsoever, the person who turns on her computer every time she needs to write something down.

I already broke my promise to LiveJournal.

But it could've been called an addiction, so I guess it's better I post sparingly.

Anywho, I'm reworking this little URL to be a more personal take on everything but my life and keep the personal personal stuff on paper, where, if worse came to worst, I would be able to destroy said "diary".

With the turf, comes the responsibility of posting more frequently.

But yeah.  I changed this because I realized that since I have to use this account to post on my English teacher's blog, I won't put any personal feelings somewhere my entire English class could, you know, read.  

And stuff.

More space fillers?

Okay!

So my name is Karolina.

And I probably should be doing my English paper.

But I have lost faith in my ability to write essays and I am not sure how to even write a thesis.

Okay scratch what I mentioned before, I will just write about whatever comes to mind.

Like this essay.

Which I don't know how to start.

Because I don't know what to write about.

Oh, why is Project Runway over and Gossip Girl no where to be found?!

Alrighty, time to put my "creative thinking cap" on (wear it all the time, anyway).

So much for being an English teacher, right?