The High School Experience: Gettin' Down With TR

Annoying Little Sisters

2009-11-28T20:20:00.000-08:00

Can you guys guess what this one's about?

So this is what happened: I went to youth group this weekend, and in the middle of the sermon, my sister has to use the john. She does, and then comes back saying a mentally retarded kid is just sitting outside the door but won't come in. She goes out there, feeling bad for the kid, and eventually, feeling guilty that I didn't 100% indorse her skipping the sermon, I followed. So basically, we stood out there with the kid, who could barely speak and was in a wheelchair, talking to him. Eventually, I go back inside, wanting to catch the rest of the sermon.

Later, our parents pick us up and we start to walk home, when my sister starts talking about how bad she feels for this kid, when I say, "Well, I don't feel that bad for him, because when I asked him why he was out there, he just said, 'It's boring in there'."

All the sudden, my sister goes ballistic, saying that I'm "shallow" and "don't care about mentally retarded kids".

For some reason, being smart makes people automatically label you as indifferent, or less emotional. They mistake intelligence and being objective as being non-caring. That's what my sister did tonight. She made the assumption that I had no feelings for this boy; that I didn't care about him being alone.

But I did, and I did feel bad about him being alone, but I also recognized the fact that it was his choice. He wouldn't be out there if he didn't want to be.

This is what happens with pets in my family too: I'm always the discipliner, the objective person. And for that, my family thinks that I don't love every creature great and small, and that I must have a heart of stone. But I don't. And God dammit I love my dogs! Just because I discipline them does not mean I am heartless. And just because I do not feel guilty about this boy's choice that has nothing to do with me does not mean I do not care about said boy.

Being smart is a lot harder than it looks.

Tirza Reed, Signing out.

"There's Organs in There!"

2009-11-26T23:18:00.000-08:00

Dear my few and far-between readers,

It gets lonely sometimes, writing for people who may or may not exist. So hey, if you visit this page, Leave a comment. It gives me the motivation to keep going, you know? I mean, I've gotta have that pretty maiden to look forward to if I'm gonna fight that dragon, if you no what I mean. So don't be shy, cuz I don't bite... Much...

On that note, today was the American holiday of Thanksgiving. First observed nearly 300 years ago (maybe more, can't remember), this holiday is a celebration of all that God has given us, and it is also a who-can-eat-the-most-turkey contest. My Thanksgiving was really fun, and the food was great. First, we hung around the neighbors house playing some video games (I love these things, but our PS2 is currently out of commision), and then we settled down for the big meal. I have to say though, it was the dessert that really got me. It was this peanut butter-filled cheesecake deal with oreo crust and a layer of expresso chocolate on top. DELICIOUS!

Then, we moved onto the Tournament of Charades, the most epic, the most anticipated game of the year! The first one was "who is your favorite movie heartthrob?", and my mom chose that guy who played James Bond to act out for us. The only thing she could remember about his appearance was that he used to have a mustache, so she was running around with a pretend gun putting her finger over her lip, pretending to have a mustache. Our guesses ranged from "Killer Caterpillar" to "Adolf Hitler". Guess whose team lost miserably?

Well, I hope your thanksgivings were as fun as mine! Don't hesitate to comment on them in the comment section!

Tirza Reed, signing out.

Tales of (Love) SICKNESS!

2009-11-24T20:53:00.000-08:00

Hey everyone,

So yeah, as the title says, I am going to be doing some ranting and raving about love triangles and love sicknesses: In movies, in books, and in my current life as it is today.

Why? All in due time.

Basically, I think that Twilight is not romantic at all. It's stupid. And the fact that people want their relationships to be like Bella and Edward's is super stupid. And I hate that people try to apply that kind of relationship in theirs with me. Or at least try to.

Why do I dislike Twilight, you ask? Because Edward is a stalker, Bella is a mindless zombie slut, and Jake is the only sane person in the whole thing! (Besides Alice, but that's besides the point!) And then, conveniently, Jake is turned into a massive jerk in the third book because Edward lost all of his fan base after book 2, where he totally *SPOILER ALERT* ditches Bella and gets replaced by Jacob! And Robert Pattinson is not hot! (But Taylor Lautner, now he's a different story...)

And you know what I hate more than obsessors over Twilight? Friend-obsessors who won't stop touching my ass!

I mean, don't get me wrong, I like this guy as a friend, but I'm seriously considering not being his friend anymore because of this. I don't mean to be a prude, but seriously, I can tell he isn't joking around when he does this. And he doesn't seem like he's gonna stop with my butt, either! God, why are high school boys so... Stupid!?!?!?!?

But in more happy, lighter news, I have a new crush: Eric the Modern Mozart. The downside is he's a senior. The upside is that he seems to be one of the few people who really gets me. The other downside is that he doesn't think of me in that way as far as I know. The other upside is that I can wait...

I don't know, he just plays the music so well; it pulls at my heart strings. I'm a sucker for musicians, since I am one. Geez, God, couldn't you have made him just a TAD bit younger?!?!?!?

Anyway, I think I've done enough ranting for one day,

Tirza Reed, Signing Out

Nippin' Out in Band Class

2009-11-17T20:40:00.001-08:00

Wow. I don' even have words for this. I have been gone for almost two months.

I should be burned on a stack of blog entries.

Anyway, on a lighter note, marching band is over! So is soccer. : .( And we beat Grass Pants in finals, ahem, I mean Grants Passanova. : ) So concert season beings, and I relish being able to play my oboe everyday. It is glorious.

Okay, wanna hear something funny?

So my concert band gets divided in two during the season, one being the wind ensemble, the advanced group (that's me!) and the other group. ( I don't remember their name.) Anyhow, Mr. R directs WE, and Mrs. V (involuntary puking) directs the other group. Just so ya'll know, Mrs. V sucks.

1. She cannot conduct.

2. She cannot keep a rhythm.

3. She is constantly nipping out! It's almost vulgar!

Anyway, in front of the other group, she starts to chastise a clarinet girl about vanity, and then openly declares, "I don't wear a bra!"

I don't know about you, but the nippin' out suddenly made a lot more sense then I ever, ever would have wanted it to.

I'm going to have nightmares for weeks. There are just some things therapy cannot fix.

Anyway, until next time, folks,

Tirza Reed, signing out

A terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

2009-09-17T19:41:00.000-07:00

I had a bad day today.

First off, I didn't get to sleep in. And I don't get to tomorrow either, cuz' of Race For the Cure Of the Bubonic Plague, which I have have to wake up at four to get to. So today, anyway, I could only sleep in to seven, which is unheard-of when it comes to my sleep schedule.

Then, I had to go to seven hours of marching band practice. I kid you not; seven hours of mindless hammering on my sorry excuses for chimes. And I'm not even counting my hour-long lunch break, which had to be cut short for pit people (percussion minus drum line) because we had to set up. I cannot relax in forty-five minutes.

Thank goodness the pit guys took me out to lunch (Gnatt, a junior marimba player/nerd drove, while Ram, Mucus, Herod, Mung and I piled into the back of his rickety wagon.), or I would've died of boredom. See, I truly love hanging out with my guy friends in band because they're all so funny and cool to hang out with. There's no gossip, no back-stabbing, just good-natured ridiculous fun. Like pulling over and forcing Mung out of the car when he claimed that the Insects sucked a$$.

After running after our wagon and groveling beside us, we let him back on, but only if he said the insects were his favorite band. Take a wild guess what happened next.

Of course, I have girl friends too, and some super good, sweet, kind ones to boot. In fact, I hang out with them more than my guys. But after a while, it feels good to spend some time with simple-minded men.

And yes, I just insulted yet complimented the male species. Get over it.

Well, my day did end on an good note, for spaghetti was to be had when I got home. So t wasn't all bad. But tomorrow, I wake up at four. Oh joy. Until next time,

Tirza Reed, signing out.

Contests, Gargoyles, and Rekindled Friendships

2009-09-14T20:25:00.000-07:00

I once again have a very good reason for skipping a post: I was in a talent competition! It's called Southwest Shire's got talent, and to enter you must submit a video of yourself, have people vote for you, and if you get enough votes, you just might get into the top ten. Cool stuff, huh? Anyhow, I sang Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'", and I got pretty high marks. I ended up getting third, getting passed up only by an opera singer and a drumline, which were both very formidable opponents. Anyway, it was a great experience, and I ended up getting some great cash out of it.

So the other day, I was on Deivantart, and I saw this drawing titled, "Gargoyle girls", and found it intriguing. I looked at it, and recognized a TV show I used to see reruns of. So I thought, "OMG OMG OMG I GOTTA FIND THIS ON YOUTUBE OMGOMGOMG!"

I can get a bit excited when I find a new cartoon to watch.

So I found it, and I've fallen in love with it. Truly, I have. Goliath is a sexy beast. Literally.

Anyway, I also got a phone call from a person I thought had forgotten about me. Well, a new year, new beginnings; might as well throw in new and improved friendships.

Until next time,

Tirza Reed, signing out.

I know, I know: I missed a day. : (

2009-09-11T17:05:00.000-07:00

Well, I have a good explanation, I promise! On Thursday, I had a JV soccer game against the Gondor Knights. We murdered them, of course. It was 8 to 1. But then, I had to watch the Varsity game, and believe me, these things are stinkin' long!

Then, I remembered that Dr. Questa wanted me to get my supplies before class on Friday, so off to the trading post we went.

Believe me, it gets better.

So, coming home, I think, "Huh, I do have some bio and math homework, but no big deal!"

I was wrong. It was a big deal.

So I spent an hour and a half on this stuff, and I don't go to sleep until eleven.

And I wake up at five!

I know, I know, that it doesn't sound that rough, but believe me, I get migraines if I don't get good enough sleep, period. There of course are other triggers, but that the doosie.

And to top it all off, my cousins Frodo, Merry, and Pippin have disappeared! Ugh, they always leave me behind on their adventures! (I mean, come on, they left me at SHIRE HIGH! UGH!)

Anyway, that is my excuse for missing yesterday. I hope you enjoyed it tremendously.

Tirza Reed, signing out

The Cool Kid

2009-09-09T20:22:00.000-07:00

Okay, so judging by this post that I'm writing, I think it's safe to say that I survived my first day of high school. Crazy, huh? I've gone from a eighth grader to a freshman, and I don't have a scratch on me. Okay, so enough this boring stuff, let's get on to the fun part-- My first day!

So basically, I started out in Tech Tools 101-- tools for your future. I was the only kid who raised my hand when the teacher asked if any of us had used microsoft word before.

Is it possible to be in the bonehead tech tools class?

Anywho, after that we went to a freshman pep rally, which was, unfortunately, very boring. Then, I hightailed it to band, where we rehearsed some marching band pieces (I'm in the pit, percussion - drums). That was also kind of boring. Went to choir, which was sorta interesting, since we were talking about upcoming concerts. Then, I went to fourth period.

So, somehow, the varsity soccer coach, Don Larg (pronounced large), who is the boss of my JV coach, Jenny Vasine, is my pre-ap biology teacher. I can tell it's gonna be a cool class!

Anyway, this kid walks in late with his headphones in, basically acting like he couldn't care less about the class. Larg tells him to sit down in the front. The kid does so, chuckling.

"No, buddy," Larg says, "On the ground." So he sits down on the ground for the entire period.

After a series of smart aleck answers from Mr. Cool sitting uncomfortably on the ground, Larg somehow gets on the subject of colleges.

"I'm going to to a local college," Mr. Cool says. Larg scoffs.

"Like that'll happen."

"But I'm going to run at college!" Mr. Cool Protests.

"What're you gonna do, run around the campus?"

I almost peed my pants.

After this eventful period, I had lunch with almost complete strangers, but made friends with two of them, so that made me feel better. Next was pre-ap integrated math 2, in which I was told that I was a "smart freshman". Do I have to be something other than a freshman to be smart?

My last class of the day was pre-ap freshman english, which, I predict, will be very, very interesting. My teacher is one of those rare people who are so wierd and yet such great teachers.

So that, in short, was my first day at Shire High. Tomorrow, I start again at dawn. If I don't, I'll miss my wagon! Until tomorrow,

Tirza Reed, signing out

Justice League & Modeling

2009-09-08T21:11:00.000-07:00

It's my last night of freedom. My last night as a non-high schooler.

Tomorrow, I will become a freshman.

Mommy.

Okay, so today, I was sitting at home, waiting watching Justice League episodes to kill time when my mom came in, saying that I had a letter in the mail from 'Nationals Miss Teen Shire' (yeah, I live in the shire-- You got a problem with that?). Anyhow, I opened it, and it turned out to be a modeling offer, the chance to train/participate at a fashion show. How cool is that?

Then, I thought, how did these people get my address? And when did they see me? And me, a model? I mean, I'm tall, I'm skinny, I'm decent-looking-- I look the part. But anyone who knows me would laugh, cuz I'm too klutzy to do the 'sexy walk'. If I try to walk like that my legs'll get all tangled up! But hey, I'll try it anyway, cuz' if I'm good at it, it'll pay way more than what my sis will be earning as a referee for kid's soccer. No way would I pass up that chance!

So anyway, that all for now. Tomorrow, high school at Shire High begins. Until tomorrow night,

Tirza Reed, signing out

The Spaghetti Mishap

2009-09-07T21:43:00.000-07:00

Okay, you wanna hear something funny?

What? You don't? You think I'm not that funny? Well that's just too bad, cuz I'm gonna tell you anyway!

So I get done with my new hs soccer team practice, expecting Dad's famous spaghetti when I get home. (Seriously, the best stuff ever-- he should get it patented or something. That spaghetti's so good it could charm a snake!) So I call him up and say, "Hey Dad, is that famous spaghetti ready and waiting? I'm hungry."

Long pause.

Mumble-spaghetti-mumble.

"What's that Dad? Speak up!"

"There has been a spaghetti mishap." A mishap? How do you 'mishap' the famous spaghetti?

Turns out, he had everything but the beef, the most basic ingredient you can ever have in spaghetti sauce.

And it just went on from there, such as how Dad almost threw away my spaghetti cuz he didn't know I was in the shower instead of reading. I had to stick my head out the door and scream at him before he could waste perfectly good spaghetti!

You know what? I've typed the word spaghetti 10 times. I think it's time for bed.

Until next time,

Tirza Reed, signing out

Novels, facebook, and Shrek the musical, oh my!

2009-09-06T20:34:00.000-07:00

So today, I was obsessed with drawing the two main characters of a novel that I hope to write someday, Eliza and Seth. I seriously spent hours figuring out all the little facial expressions, the little quirks of their hair (especially Eliza's: she has extremely curly red hair only barely restrained with a headband. The wonders of what you can do on paper and not in real life), and all the special outfit stuff. I know, I know, I'm obsessed, but what else am I supposed to do before school starts? I have some serious time to kill!

Also, for the record, does everyone but me know that Legally Blonde is also a musical? I mean, are you kidding me?!?!?! What are they gonna sing about?

Don't answer that.

Yeah, that, Shrek, and heck, even Lord of the Rings is a musical! What is this world coming to?

Again, don't answer that. I'm not sure I even wanna know.

You know why I just love this blog? Cuz I can type as much crap as I want, unlike stupid facebook that cuts me off after a half of a pargraph! Argh, it's almost like they actually don't want me to write all those awesome status' I've been thinking up! ; )

Anyway, until next time, may the prep continue!

Tirza Reed, signing out

Startin' out: Prep for the first day

2009-09-05T22:45:00.000-07:00

Okay, so in case you didn't already know, I am Tirza Reed, the all-knowing and all-powerful creator of my own little corner of the internet... (For the record, I may not be all-powerful or all-knowing, but I still control this blog, so ha!)

So, you're probably wondering, "Why is this girl trying to tell such a stupid joke?", and, more importantly, "Why would she bother making a blog? She's not even funny!" Okay, okay, sheesh, no need to hurt my feelings on the first day! I may be a semi-insensitive blogger, but I have feelings too!

Too answer your very, ahem, barbed questions, I made the joke cuz' I happen to think I am genuinely funny. Secondly, I have created this blog to chronicle my journey into high school; the teachers, the students, the bus, the grotesque lunches... All of it. 1460 days of either torture/entertainment. And you, dear reader, will hear about it all!

Plus, if I keep this up, it just might become my senior project...

Basically, this is what's gonna go down:

I will go to school.

I will come home. (preferably)

I blog about my adventures during the day, whether they be hilarious, sad, thought-provoking, angering, or just plain strange, like some of the things I've been hearing about my teachers...

Anyway, I'll shut up now, so, until tomorrow,

Tirza Reed, signing out.