MercyTheKitty Rants











{Tue, Aug 1056, '10}   Groups and Pages

Wow, I am SO sick of all these things showing up on my homepage! So-and-so likes so-and-what. Do I care? Most of these things I find totally idiotic, anyways. For starters:

  • “are you mad,” “no,” “ok ur deffinatly mad” ~~Correct spelling, please. Come on, it’s the INTERNET! There’s this magic thing called spell check that costs nothing, takes up no time, and is very easy to use. Besides that, just LOOKING at this “conversation” ticks me off. Why shouldn’t someone be mad, if you’re busy assuming stupid stuff about them?
  • I fake the dates on my papers so it doesn’t look like i did it last minute ~~Or here’s a thought: USE THE DUE DATE INSTEAD. I’ve never fake-dated an assignment, either because it was a one-night assignment or because I used the due date! And by the way? If an assignment is spread over an extended perios of time, your teacher probably doesn’t CARE when you did it. Teachers aren’t blind– they know kids cheat and procrastinate. And what with the 100+ (depending on the class) papers to grade, why should they concern themselves with the date at the top of the page?
  • I bet Chinese people push their eyelids in and say, “Look I’m American!” ~~Shut up. First of all, that’s so stereotypical and raceist to say that Chinese people have stanted eyes, in the first place, not to mention that Americans DON’T. Not every American is an idiot with a caucasian background. America’s been seperated from Europe for over 200 years. GET WITH THE TIMES! Besides, why would any self-respecting, higher-that-America’s-IQ-combined Chinese person even WANT to be compared to an American?
  • On 12/21/2012 im not doing my homework, excuse will be ” i thought id die.” ~~I don’t beleive the world’s going to end, anyways. Wasn’t the world supposed to end about three different times during my lifetime? But using the “end of the world” as an excuse not to do work just proves people are lazy and pathetic.

And these were just ones on my homepage. I’m bitter torwards groups and pages that aren’t real products or services. They waste my time.

And I also hate fads/trends. Have you noticed no one says “biffle”/”bffl” anymore?



{Mon, Aug 909, '10}   Skipper

SO I got bored and logged onto my WordPress, just to check out how things were (ya know). I clicked “My Dashboard” and saw… well, how about this? My “Views Per Day” was flat-lined at 0, and there were no pending comments for me to check out. That’s when I realized I probably should use my blog to blog.

Monday, July 26, 2010, at 5 o’clock, I got a pet kitten!!!!!

Alright, where should I start? Umm… His name’s Skipper, and he’s dark grey and very adorable. 🙂 (See below)

Skipper the cat

I have a bunch of pictured and videos that I’m trying to edit together, but it’s so tedious! Ugh! I promise to upload it if/when I finish it.

I used to have a different cat, but he ran away. His name was Kitty, which is actually a funny story. I was in, maybe third grade when we got him? Well, we were told he was a she, and I was totally intent on having a cat named Kitty, like ti was the most creative name ever or something. Anyways, we went to get her spayed, then learned he had to be neutered instead. Kitty was an outdoor cat, so… He went outdoors, he chased small animals, etc. More Kitty stories later?

So this adorable baby (see above) is named Skipper!

I swear Skippy is a dog in disguise! He scratches his ears with his hind paws (ear mites?), chases his tail, bites his paws (fleas?), etc. He loves company and people, and he’s much nicer than Kitty, who liked to claw and bite. The only problem is that he’s forever throwing up.

The first time he threw up, I think he had eaten too much. I’m not sure about the other… three times. All I know is that I hate cleaning up cat puke.

No, he doesn’t eat grass– He’s an indoor cat this time. He pukes up his wet food. Either there’s something wrong with it, or he has allergies, or whatever. Actually, though, we started microwaving his food and he stopped puking… sort of. I think I catch him gag every once in a while…

That’s it on Skipper, I guess. I’ll blog again soon!… I think…



{Tue, Jul 657, '10}   Summer ’10

Well, I’ve been spending my summer volunteering at the local library, helping children with their summer reading. Friday, a whole group of kids I remember from camp came in and started talking to me about themselves, camp, the counselors, etc. I was so DEVASTATED! I missed camp so much!

Today, I had some free time, so I went to visit camp. From what the kids told me, there’s a new director and only three counselors still there from last year.

The second I walked onto camp grounds, one of the kids yelled out my name, starting a whole flurry of kids greeting me. I kinda liked it. 🙂

When I got inside, I found one of the remaining three counselors, who I’m guessing is now the assistant director. She just sort of said hi…

I was standing at the door looking stupid, gazing around the room for someone to talk to or something to do. At one of the tables, I saw returning counselor #2 and rushed over to him.

When he saw me, here was his joking reaction: “Oh, God, not you!”

I tried talking to him, but then returning counselor #1 came and said I couldn’t stay. She gave me five seconds to talk to returning counselor #2 and admitted she was kicking me out. Way to go.

I reflected on my walk home, and now I’m here, blogging. I really do miss camp; even seeing all the little kids playing games, I didn’t think I had outgrown it at all. I think the counselors could have been a little nicer, though. The three remaining counselors were three of my favorites, so they could have at least allowed me to spend a bit more time chatting and saying hi to my little friends. I never did get to meet up with returning counselor #3…

I feel somewhat shunned. I guess I don’t belong there… I spent so much time imagining conversations and how my day would play out, so I guess it was obvious I’d be let down, huh?

Maybe I should have savored my eight years there?

This even makes me rethink becoming a counselor when I’m old enough… All the counselors there seemed so fake, with fake smiles, pained expressions, you know? In all honesty, if I had to, I would do the job for free, and not just for the money, because that’s just how much I love kids and camp.



{Mon, Jun 2820, '10}   Those Front-Step Days

Sorry for not posting in a lifetime! I’ll have to move on to a second generation of blog-readers.

When it’s nice out, like it is now (aaaah, summer), I like to play my guitar outside on the front steps of my house.

Here’s what you need to know: I have sporadic interest in my guitar. Every so often, my muses hit me and I go into a sudden flurry of song-writing, story-writing, drawing, whatever. When I get creative, I tend to play my guitar non-stop for hours at a time. Then, all my inspiration will leave and I wind up bored all day, wanting to do something creative, but not being able to. It’s like writer’s block.

When I first got my guitar, I went ballistic. I think my parents expected me to give it up because I tend to get into stuff, then quit. To their surprise, I did the opposite. My guitar and I were inseparable. Every time I picked it up, my mom would get really mad and tell me not to make noise.

So every time my muses leave, I sit around, having lost interest in my guitar. Then my muses come back, I make noise, my mom yells at me. It’s the great circle of life.

Because every time my muses come and it’s nice out, I an compelled to sit outside on the front steps and just play. Yeah…

I forgot where I was going with this. This post actually started as a draft I wrote in May…



{Wed, May 1947, '10}   How to Cheat in School

Yeah, this is one of those posts I’d be better off not posting, but… Well… What can i say? I feel like sharing my expertise to other students out there who need it more than me. These aren’t your classic write-on-your-arms-and-wear-a-big-sweatshirt cheat codes, either.

By the way, I don’t use these. I’m a straight-A student. I don’t need to cheat, and I pride myself on not doing so.

  1. If you’re writing a paper that has to be a certain length, fudge the margins a bit. It’s pretty simple, but make sure it’s not too noticeable, or else your teacher will wonder why your paper has larger margins than everyone else’s. If you get caught, say you didn’t know, and that that must be your computer’s default setting.
  2. You can also change the size of your periods. If you make all the periods one or two sizes larger than the rest of your text, you fill up a lot of space. (Once, I made all the periods two sizes larger and wound up doubling my paper.) Best of all, if you print your paper, it’s almost impossible to tell that the periods are larger than they’re supposed to be.
  3. Write some answers on the inside of your desk. Erase them after the test. Easy.
  4. This one is called “the cheat bottle.” You peel away the paper around a water bottle and write answers on the flip side. If you restick the paper on the bottle and look through the water, the answers are magnified so you can see them.
  5. Don’t cheat off the person next to you. Go for the people in front of you, to either side (diagonal). Their bodies don’t cover their papers very well from that angle, and their answers are in plain sight. You can easily pretend to be thinking of an answer, staring off to the side.
  6. If you want to listen to music during class, get an iPod armband and wear it under your long-sleeved shirt.  Run the earbuds down your arm and hold one in the palm of your hand. If you lean your elbow on your desk and rest your head in your hand, you can look bored and listen to music at the same time. Just make sure no one else can hear your music.
  7. Write some answers on a bit of paper and fold it up. You can put it into the battery compartment of your calculator and take it out during the test.
  8. You can also hide a rolled-up answer sheet in the barrel of your pen or mechanical pencil.
  9. If you really wanted, you would fold up the paper really small and hide it under the eraser of a wooden pencil (pull off the metal thing, then slide it back on). You could also place the paper between an arrowhead eraser and the pencil’s normal eraser.
  10. Sew answers into the hem of your clothing or the brim of your cap.
  11. In eleentary school, teachers made us prop up folders so the people beside us couldn’t see our answers, but we weren’t allowed to use the folders of the same subject as the test. For some reason, they never realized that people wrote answers on their folders or swapped papers out of one folder and into another.
  12. If you have a graphing calculator, you can program answers into it.


{Tue, May 446, '10}   Poetry

Hey there, MTKitty fans (or random passerbyers on the internet. That’s cool.)! This is one of those I-need-to-do-my-homework-but-don’t-wanna-so-I’m-blogging-things. I need to write a paper on the training of astronauts, then do my regular homework. It’s getting late. I went to the library after school, then took a really long nap. Now that I think about it, I should have gotten astronaut books from the library.

So, recently, I entered a poetry competition, but here’s the catch: It was a competition for FOREIGN LANGUAGE poetry. It was really cool, too. Apparently, there are people out there that speak Modern AND Ancient Greek well enough to recite poetry. There was also an ASL chapter, which I thought was interesting.

I had to memorize two poems in Spanish to get in. The first was for the schoolwide competition (which I won), and the second was for the actual, official competition. The first was an anonymous love poem, and the second was “Apegado A Mí by Gabriela Mistral.” I’ll upload them if I get the chance.

The competition was this really long, boring event that somehow took five hours, even though everyone recited at the same time in hour-long groups. My group had the maximum of fifteen kids. It was scary how good some of them were, but others went overboard.

The funny thing is, no one knew how the competition would turn out. Seven students came from my school (including myself), and we were all told different things by our teachers. Mine told me the judges didn’t want weird gestures or theatrical stuff– just plain old recitals. Some others were told minor movements were okay, and others were told to shout and be wild. Same for other schools. The degrees of acting varied a lot.

In the end, I was bored senseless and didn’t win anything.

The weird thing, though, is that out of the seven students from my school, four were for Italian, and three were for Spanish (including me). All four Italians won either first, second, or third, but none of the Spanish kids won anything. Coincidence? I think the system is rigged! Maybe our school should start offering more interesting languages, so we can win by default. Only one kid signed up for Polish, and, naturally, won.

I started memorizing my first poem in December. The competition was in late April. I had to give up one lunch a week (not the food, just the period) to go rehearse with my Spanish teacher. I was so sick of reciting by then, and maybe that’s why I didn’t win.

Here’s the one way this competition may have benefited me in any way: I can now seduce someone with a Spanish love poem!

Whoot! Ciao!

Poem 1
Poem 1
Poem 2

Poem 2

Sorry about the pictures. I just took shots of the poems with my webcam.


{Thu, Apr 2924, '10}   The Secret Life of the American?

So, I realized that I haven’t posted on my blog FOREVER! I’m sorry. I logged onto WordPress just now and found out something important: All my comments are marked as spam and have to be approved to be visible. More apologies to the wonderful internet-users out there that have read my rants! To date, I haven’t had a single negative comment *knock on wood*, and I really appreciate being appreciated. 🙂 I’ve approved all the comments, and they’ve also brightened my day.

Anyways, this post is about the strange things that go on in the lives of other people, namely my camp counselors and teachers. Amazingly enough, teachers have lives outside of school! (I know, right?) With a bit of stalking, research, and friendship-forming, I have discovered this:

  1. The only counselor I’ve had for all eight years I spent at camp went on to be a Spanish teacher at the same high school he attended (at least, before it was reconstructed). He got out of college this year to immediately substitute for another teacher on maternity leave, and he was rehired for next school year, too. Too bad this school is the only high school in the town. Former campers now have to call him by his last name, INCLUDING ME. It’s extremely weird to know that one of my teachers knew me when I cried every two seconds, loved arts and crafts, and swam with a floatation device. On the other hand, it’s even STRANGER to know that I knew HIM when he was sweating over the SATS, wore low pants, and spiked his hair (I know, tragic!). Well, now that I think about it, he wore low pants last year…
  2. Another counselor, I’ve known for around three years. He, too, is now out of college and works in the town recreational center. I started talking to him once, when I was there.
  3. ANOTHER counselor, I’ve known for the same amount of time as the counselor from #1. She’s currently in college in-state, and did not return to camp last year. I saw her just yesterday when I was picking up some pictures from Walgreen’s. It was a little awkward, actually.
  4. I was picking up photos from Walgreen’s because I just finished an extra-curricular film photography course. I used the dark room, too. 🙂 Anyways, the teacher (who is also my homeroom teacher), shoots weddings for extra cash. I found that sort of interesting.
  5. My band teacher earns extra cash, too, by being in four regional (orchestral) bands. They preform professional gigs all around the state, and he gets paid per rehearsal, whether he participated or not (awesome, right?).
  6. I learned one of my former band teachers had a brain tumor a few years ago. A lot of students like to make fun of him because he’s bald. They don’t know that his baldness was caused by the tumor (not the treatment– the actual tumor). That’s gotta hurt.
  7. I had a camp counselor for one year, who used to always bring in his trumpet and play. He was a professional trumpeter, and we all loved his music. That summer, I was deciding what instrument I wanted to learn for band class, and trumpet was my first choice. I only remember talking to him once, because my friends goaded me to ask about trumpet-playing. A few years later, he went on to teach part-time at the same high school as the counselor from #1, but the job didn’t last. Last I heard, he’s out of work and looking for a job.
  8. Several of my counselors are now in college, and some are still in high school. I see the latter often.
  9. The English teachers at the high school are musical geniuses, and have their own band: Drummer, guitarists, bassists, singers, the whole lot. They preform for the school pretty often. I guess they must be pretty good, because every time i hear one of their songs, it’s stuck in y head for the next two weeks or so.
  10. And there’s a foreign language teacher who’s a professional singer outside of school. He goes to all sorts of events around the state to sing. I’ve seen his calender. He’s pretty booked.
  11. And yet another counselor is finishing his junior year in college, studying to become a teacher, just like the counselor from #1 (does everything go back to him?). He proposed to another counselor on the last day of camp two years ago, and she said yes. He never came back to camp last year, but we exchanged 100+ messages on facebook, in which I learned he had a fight with the other counselor, causing them to break up but stay friends.
  12. On the other hand, my guidance counselor and 5th grade art teacher are happily married to each other. It’s a little weird to see them together so much, like when they attend the school play or chaperon dances (yeah, it’s happened).
  13. My English teacher plays the guitar and ran an after school guitar jam last year. She’s not in the band, though.

At this point, I’m a bit tired of all this typing, so I think I’ll end here. I hope I haven’t boored you too much with my talking about people you probably don’t know.

And if it’s YOU I’m talking about, then I’m sorry, but at least it’s anonymous.

So, yeah. I learned that, for some strange reason, even the most lifeless people have almost-lives. It’s scary.



{Wed, Feb 1737, '10}   #Hashtag

Anyone with a twitter account would know that most trending topics are in hashtag form, such as #beatcancer or #followfriday. Well, most users, myself included, would like to have the honor of creating a hashtag and having it become a trending topic. If I could create a trending hashtag, here would be my top choices:

  • #memories: Pretty self-explanatory. You post something sweet that brings you back through time. (IE “I remember the first time @davedays sent me an @reply … Aaaah, #memories .”)
  • #OlympicSport: Inspired by the Vancouver ’10 Winter Olympics. This pretty much lists some things people believe should be the next Olympic sport. (IE “The next #OlympicSport is singing! Go for it, @fromblueskies !”)
  • #DoYouKnow: Random things most people don’t know. Yeah, this is sort of like #OMGfacts , but it can apply to unusual objects, as well. (IE “#DoYouKnow what a euphonium is?”)
  • #DreamsComeTrue: Not necessarily for dreams that HAVE come true. This hashtag describes things you want to happen. (IE “I had a dream I knew @David_Garrett . Well… #DreamsComeTrue ?”)
  • #WordofAdvice: Pretty self-explanatory. Pretty much advice for any random person ro people. (IE “A #WordofAdvice for any rookie guitarists out there: Acoustic tastes better!”)
  • #twitteris: What is twitter to you? Why do you go on? (IE “#twitteris my way of saying what I want to say to the world.”)


{Mon, Jan 2537, '10}   Update:

1-25-10
Things that have happened today:

  • The ceiling is dripping water. Actually, there’s TWO leaks. The water is yellow…
  • Ray gave me my capo, but not today. It was about a week ago, but I LOVE it!
  • About that capo: It’s old and hard to get on. The sunburst on Cali’s neck got scratched up. 😦 And I keep forgetting to take it off when i put my guitar away. Isn’t that bad? Like, tension or whatever?…
  • I was talking to my friend about blood-sucking vampires. She thought I said “butt-sucking.”
  • I got a detention for talking. Funny thing is, two other people were goading me. THAT, and we weren’t doing anything in class, and the teacher hadn’t told us to be quiet.
  • My sister found a third leak. We’re out of basins to put underneath them…


{Mon, Jan 1124, '10}   Consider Yourself Updated

I just did something reeeeally stupid. Have fun guessing what it is!

THAT, and I wrote a new song. Whoo, four whole songs! Yeah!… No… That’s actually pretty sad, and it’s just a vocal part… I need to find more writing time… and recording time… and LIFE time…

Well, right about now, I’m working on an essay. I’ve been having a fit all over the internet, sooo…

Apparently, I did the essay wrong, so I had to redo it. I was almost done, too…

Uggggh, I’m so bored! I’ve been working on this stupid thing for HOURS! I’m ready to kill!

Aaaaaah!

And if anyone sees Ray, tell him he owes me a capo.



et cetera