Back Only to be Gone Again

Mood: good; neutral
Currently: relaxing before doing homework
Listening to: Love Mode --Clazziquai

Oh my, I haven't been here in so long. I don't know, am I getting busier or lazier? Perhaps it's both?
Man, because of the CSTs, I got to go to school at a normal time. Now that it's over already, it's back to zero period and getting my butt over to class by 6:45 a.m., but ending up late two-thirds of the time. Oh well, next year I won't have a zero period! Woot! Except the one thing I will miss about zero period is the empty streets. You encounter about maybe ten cars on the way to school. But going to school by 7:45 a.m. means sitting in your car behind about fifteen other cars to get their effing bumpers moving when the traffic light finally turns green. It takes me about 10-15 minutes to get to school when it would have taken me 5 minutes without all the cars and one/two traffic light stops. Oh well, beggers can't be choosers. I'm just going to have to get out of my house faster next year. I doubt that's going to happen but it's that or one hundred tardies. I think I'm better off not getting that one minute of lying around on my bed.
I'm actually dreading school tomorrow. Mainly and pretty much because of journalism. So I pretty much procrastinated on my article and it was due the next day. I finished up my other homework and it was around 2 a.m. and I felt just really tired. Of course, I still had to do my article and it needed to be typed and all. I sat in front of my computer seriously feeling like a zombie, and if you guys didn't know, if I'm doing anything in that condition, I'm pretty much just randomly winging it without being conscious of it. Once, before I transferred out of my old history class, we got to type our homework, but I felt really exhausted so I half asleep while typing. Then I kind of jolted awake after a few minutes and looked at what I wrote. It was a question about . . . what was it . . . baby booms? I don't remember, but I wrote something about cat food, and I was like, what the heck is this? Good thing I fixed it too, because my old history teacher actually read what we wrote. It would have been so weird if she read that. Ahaha. Anyhow, yeah, my article sucked a lot, and I really don't want to get it back from my disappointed editor-in-chief who's going to dock off points from my grade. I'm really struggling in journalism, I'm battling between a 'B' and a 'C', and getting a 'C' would look really bad for college . . . Not to mention, tomorrow, I have to finish my project and stuff that everyone's kind of slaving over, but I'm relatively good at InDesign (the program we use to format our pages) so hopefully I'll finish without having to go back to class during lunch, and I hope to receive a good grade as well. I hope, I hope.
Anyhow, I also came across an interesting picture or phrase. Call it what you want.
I totally agree with it. Lots of people think they have the worst life, the worst luck, the worst parents, the worst situations, or the worst something. Heck, I used to think that, sometimes I probably still do. Though, after several of my friends confided their problems and stresses with me, I came to realize how fortunate I am in this world--though I'm more than far from truly appreciating the life I have. However, I'm sure almost everyone in the world has thought at least once that their life is the worst compared to any other. In times of distress, who would blame them? You're caught in a bad situation, you're worried, panicked, and it's hard to even think straight without hyperventilating. But don't you think that it should be considered a joy to be able to breathe, to see, to walk, to feel, and to smell? Where's the happiness for the simple things everyone is forgetting? Where's the bliss in being alive? I guess the people living on the streets on a rainy and windy day doesn't really make them look forward to another day starving. I wonder what people without homes think. Do they think about how unfortunate they are, or are they too worried about how they're going to survive to cry about their life? Do those people want to have the luxuries that we have or do they just want enough to live? It's kind of sad how teenagers like myself want to have more when we have enough. We have more than enough. Isn't it great already that we have a house to live in? Aren't we so lucky to be able to have three meals a day and probably have snacks throughout the day? Don't we have more material possessions than we can count when others don't have anything but the clothes on their back? We should be so happy, but we're not. We should think about all the great, even small, things about our life, but most of the time, we don't. Just because we have the capability to, because we can if we really wanted to, we can get so much more luxurious material possessions because we have money to buy them. While other people would practically cry to get our hand-me-downs. Such a cruel world we live in. Or rather, it seems more appropriate to say, such a cruel world the poor and needy live in.