I'm bored.

I have a sudden urge to draw a mobile of unicorns to hang in my bedroom. Is something wrong with me?

Jason, bless his odd little soul, has officially dubbed me his BFGFE, or Best Friend who is a Girl Forever and Ever. The title has resulted in numerous high-fives, remarks that we are "totally in sync" and "on the same wavelength", a secret handshake that consists of strange finger-snapping motions, and fits of hyena-like laughter.

Today I had the ISEE with an epically uninterested proctor who had the biggest cup of iced tea I've ever seen in my life. It was okay, I guess... aside from Quantitative Reasoning. (FYI, I panicked.) Also, I got to the second game of my soccer tournament, which was fun until someone punched me in the back. I do not like that. Anyone who hits me will pay. But we won the tournament, so yay. 

My Day in Quotes, Episode 2

"Very skill. Much good. So Nick. Wow."
-Me, upon observing my classmate Nick's astounding failure to kick a ball

Me: "I ship Amazon with Google!"
Jason: "Googazon! Or Amazoogle! Amazoogle. That's it!"
Me: "Amazoogle 5 ever!"
-Me and my friend Jason after my history teacher went off on some tangent about Amazon, Google and international shipping

Me: "I hate it!"
Dad: "What?"
Me: "Everything!"
-When I had an emotional moment due to the utter boredom that is school

Cooper: "I'm entitled to my own opinions."
Me: "Yeah, it's just that they're wrong."
-Me and my friend Cooper after he decided to insist that Frozen was a terrible movie

I am extREMEly disappointed.

Remember how I said I like math?

Yeah, clearly this system of teaching is not working for me. Well, either that or I was way too focused on winter break to pay attention to math, because I got a 78% on my last math test before winter break and am ashamed of myself.

Bugger graphing. Bugger quadratic equations. Bugger lack of calculation ability.

Chesh's Handy-Dandy List of Mathematical Goals for the New Year
1. Remember to finish homework packets, no matter how much you loathe them.
1a. Even if it's called homework, you are allowed to do it in the car. (laugh at my joke I am funny)
2. Now that we've taken the quadratic train out of Reviewtown, you must study for longer than approximately two hours plus class time.
2a. However you think is best. Only you know how you learn.
3. Improve your horrendous graphing.
3a. Or don't and pray that there will be no more graphing questions.
4. Don't beat yourself up about one bad grade. There are a billion other grading points in math and if you keep up in all of those it shouldn't matter.

...I hope.

I just noticed it's time to go to chorus, the most boring class ever. Sigh. Ah well, what are you gonna do?

My Day in Quotes, Episode 1

"You need to draw your marijuana leaves better. They look like little Christmas trees!"
-My history teacher, to a classmate

"This is my Triangle Sally* impression!"
-A friend, while dancing and playing an invisible triangle

*It's a series of SNL skits that's actually really funny when there's no reason it should be.

"My mother married a hand model, so that she could have me and I would have perfect hands to make perfect pretzels! ... I think I would have a ring-themed ceremony since the most important thing in the ceremony is the ring that would go on my perfect hand! You know, ring-shaped centerpieces, giant posters of my hand everywhere..."
-One of the Yale Exit Players* at a school assembly

*Sorry for the asterisks. I like them. The Yale Exit Players are Yale's oldest improv theatre group - the name Exit stands for Experimental Improvisational Theater, I believe. They're fantastic. Sadly, I was forced to miss their improv workshop afterward because of a math project I could've done in my sleep. Sighhhh.

ISEE. So much fun.

It would have been bad enough if I hadn't taken the SATs about a year ago, rendering this far more tiresome than it would have been anyway and, incidentally, making me leery of all and any standardized testing.

Growl. Snarl. Devour.

I can't stand math this year, while we're at it. I don't mind math itself, but the amount of busywork in our class is maddening. The, quote unquote, real-world problems are the worst bit. Wake up, Pearson: no one cares about quadratically calculating how far a frog can jump.

And next year I'll have midterms and finals for the first time ever, probably resulting in just as much busywork as I've had so far this year.

Let's see who I can blame for this.

Me, Myself and Hi.

Isn't my title clever? I thought so.

Hey, anyway. You can call me Cheshire, until I dub you worthy of knowing my true name. I'm basically new here, although I've tried to make blogs before and they've failed. Hopefully this endeavour will turn out far better. I've got high hopes.

 I'm a scribbler and a doodler with a really good memory for interesting factoids. I just turned thirteen, so this blog marks the start of teenhood (if that's a word)... and the New Year, come to think of it. I'm also interested in a whole lot of varied subjects, which include animals (specifically birds and cats, I know, it's a bit ironic), quantum physics, books, books, books, books, books, and tasty food. I'm not super-interested in fashion, but I like to look nice, and frightening clothes bother me. Actually, a whole lot of things bother me, so expect a lot of rants in future.

Comments are welcome - I always like to hear about what I can improve, although if you cross the line, be warned.

I'll be posting photos, doodles, snippets of poems and books, and random life happenings, all served with a sauce of snarky wit and fries. No, forget the fries. I can't afford 'em.

But seriously, I'm just getting started and I appreciate help and support.

-Chesh