Hello there,
Buenos Dias,
Bonjour,
As I am fully aware of, I cannot address those who I do not know I am addressing, but in lack of better greeting terms, I shall start with the most common greet used this time of the year,
MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!
I know that I have not blogged since last year, but I have decided to return to readers? (or just my computer) either way, I have returned to the typing keyboard and I am full of talk.
Oh where to start...so much has happened recently in my life I feel as though I have not been able to breath. Tis true, some people may say "how is it even possible that someone in Grade 11 can claim to be so busy", but people I swear, my life is a train (no, not a train wreck, cause I love it, thus it not being a wreck) but it is a veeeeerrryyy long train. Like the ones you see on the Trans Canada railway that just go on forever and forever. I'm talking like a 200 coach train, just going on forever. That, in a nutshell, is my life at this moment.
So, to commence my venting/ranting/chatter/talk/whateveryoumaycallthis, I would like to approach the topic of my math class and math teacher (for the sake of discretion, I shall call her Suzie). To say the least, I do not enjoy math. I am not talented in the "mathematical field" and I am fully aware of this, but I would like to at the bare minimum be comfortable in the class that I am being taught. Quite honestly, having a math class every morning first period is rigorous. To stay on the positive side for a bit here, Suzie is honestly a sweet heart, and means well ( I think) but sometimes I just do not understand her. She has a drawer full of cans of beans (yes. a canned bean drawer.). She gives away trinkets like coasters from old hotels, and Notre-Dame replicas, she tells us stories about New Zealand and random "funny-word-sound-like" sentences. Honestly, Suzie is just a funny lady, but sometimes I just get so frustrated, and I find myself frequently questioning what she is thinking when she says half the stuff she says. A perfect way of describing Suzie would be innocently rude. Like rude, but innocent about it.
My frustration without doubt comes from one thing in particular, and its when she comments on my speaking speed. Like look, I know that I speak fast, thank you, I am fully aware, and I am working on it (well not really, but I like to think that I am), the point is, I don't need to be reminded 2-4 times a week that I need help, and when I tell you that I am MC'ing the Holiday Show, please do not look at me with your mouth open and eyes wide as if to say "what the hell, are you serious?" without really saying it. Yes I am serious, yes, I am going to be talking in front of the school and yes I will be Dougy-ing. Lady, your a peach, but it stings when you give those looks. So for the sake of god, give it a rest, my speed is my speed is my speed and that's that. In addition, the irrelevance of you telling me that I should never go into a job that involves the use of a telephone is so large, I don't know how to respond. So please, the next time you find the sudden urge to approach my default, do it with care, or imma open that drawer of canned beans you have for throwing for you.
Moving on, I would also like to touch on the subject of Christmas. To me, it has always been a joyous event, as it is for many. Whether it is going to visit those relatives you don't really want to visit because they are (or you have convinced yourself) crazy, or going to see you relatives that you do love, or going away, or staying at home. Just the idea of being with others who you care about during a time of celebration and universal happiness is just so, in lack of a better word, awesome. Although I believe that there are many different "ideal Christmases", every ones ideal Xmas is what makes them happy and that is why I think Christmas is the best, because there isn't only one was of celebrating. I love it folks. Its just great. The lights, the smiles, the children, the families, the carolers (whom I have never actually witnessed...) just everything.
One of my favorite things is that smell that arrives in early December. That wood fireplace smell. Its just so pleasant, to walk along the road and smell this comforting smell. To me, it signifies a full house. When I smell this, I think of how people are inside right now enjoying there evening or afternoon with a toasty fire, probably having some good laughs and maybe enjoying a nice meal or family movie night or game night or WHATEVER. Point is, people are happy, and that is what I like to see. Happy people doing happy things in their happy lives. yes.
Well, glad I got a little shpeel in. That was a tad short for my liking but I do have to say that I am struggling to keep my eyes open. PFFTT 11:43 and I am falling asleep, weak I know, but anyway,
Toodles, and if I don't write before, you are the best...
My computer ; ) <3
Bisous,
Jenny
