3 Weeks Left UNTIL I GRADUATE!!!!!!!
I'm so excited, scared, relieved, and tense its unbelievable.
I've already registered for my college classes and paid for them.
I'm taking for this coming fall semester only 4 classes to start off with.
Here they are as listed below:
1) Intro to Cnline-pretty much introduces students to education online-distance education- to see if it is something the student really wants to do or not.
2) Intro to Photoshop- A fun class that will educate me for my goal in web design as well as be a fun class that I can enjoy.
3) Computer Accounting: Quickbooks- Will help with my family's business as well as keep a wide field open to me. It's a long class starts at 5:00pm with a lecture and then its lab time ends at 10:00 at night.
4) Elementary Voice: I've always wanted to take voice lessons so that's what I'll be able to do. Its going to be fun.

They are more excited about going out in the world and being more independent. And it's sad but true that independence among young people often leads to cockieness and overconfidence. Which makes them rationalize that they can take on bigger or riskier challenges than they really can.

LIE: Oh, sure as long as I had a compass and the stars.
TRUTH: Not very long.

My very first one was answering a Writer's Block, with the question that if I could invent anything what would it be? My answer was: "Imagination... what I mean is make the things in us bookworms/daydreamers realities."

Greatness is the ability to give before oneself.
To live for more than just today.
To hope for something better and work towards it.
To laugh when the times are right.
To bring light to the gloomy worlds of others.
To take away the sadness and tears of one's close friend.
To listen.

Oh yeah, tons of times (since I don't do St. Patricks Day).

My mom had both my brother and I promise to do something good for someone or others each day. So that is one thing that I strive to do.

The greatest achievement I've probably had was when last November a play I wrote was put on at my school. It was called Beneath the Mask, and had taken me 3 years to write it, I'm hoping to publish it within this year. I had the priveledge also to be one of my character, perhaps not the one I wanted but still a good part.

This will basically be a long tirade of me airing out everything that's happened just in the past two days. Suprise, suprise, my life always seems to have unexpected (yeah right) drama. Notice ALL my sarcasm.

First off I'll go with the one that probably will have the least explanation: I've been feeling unwell all weekend...no month long. The problem is when I feel at my ends rope I get the guilty strike from my parents (which in the end I know they are right, but that still doesn't help at that moment) give me examples of people who are working so hard even though they aren't feeling well; from people outside my family to my father (who's a diabetic) and then to my mom (who just got over Bronkitis...think I spelled that wrong) and then to my little brother which is probably the worst thing they could do when I'm either not feeling well or in a bad mood (or both). So then I'll feel guilty and then I'll stop trying to stay home and I'll go through the day, sometimes miserably and sometimes not half as bad. But what really gets on my nerves is ever since I could remember when I did stay home from school if I just laughed or even smiled once that would be something they'd go off on later. Meaning, "You didn't seem so sick yesterday, and you stayed home." And then when I'm miserable all day they'll say something completly the opposite. I know they're looking after my well-being, and I know they are probably in all reality doing the thing for me but that still doesn't stop me from getting irritated after what happened today. I wanted to stay home, I even suggested I'd take care of my brother who was sick while my mom went to work  (it was a short day anyway; and I'd have to go straight to work once I went home, so by the time I could rest it would be bedtime totally defeating the purpose). Of course I got the guilt trip so then I relunctantly acquised. And then I hear laughing and talking (to himself) from my little brother's room (he didn't at all seem sick, except when he started to cough), but did my parents say anything like "Zech your obviously not sick enough if you are laughing" like the always do to me even when I was his age. Nope not a word. So at the breakfast table I shook my head (not before grumbling incoherently first) and laughed silently with a thin smile and when asked why I was like that, my reply? "Oh, just laughing about a little ironic situation playing out before me." And then my dad smiled, shaking his head as my mom look aprehendingly at me probably trying to figure out what was going through my crazed teenager mind. Then my dad went off on a small rant about Drama Queens and Father Knows Best. So that was this morning, just needed to air out. I need to use this journal more often, I think I've written more often on this than I ever did in a written journal.

Second thing, I've always seemed to be the listener, the one in the corner with a book invisible to the rest of the world until I was needed by someone who needed to air off. Not saying that in the last 4 years of free school I haven't gathered my group of friends, I have but the # of times they've aired off on me are countless more than the times I've aired off on them (which could counted by the fingers on my right hand). So the latest issue is that Group A is mad Group B, because Group B was giving them dirty looks. So I've been sitting in a tight circle with Group A because my closest of all my school friends is in that group (I'll call her A1). But in Group B two of the girls are mad at A1 because she had been over at another friends house with one other friend (which is right next to B1's house) and didn't say hello to her because she thought that B1 was mad at her. A1 tends to get these feelings or impressions that people are mad at her or ignoring her quite often and then sometimes she does the same things unknowingly making Group B constantly angry at her. But A1 truly is a good friend and good girl (despite a mistake that hurt her awhile ago, that was cause of me hating my first person ever; I've strongly disliked someone but never hated until what happened to her; and I become strongly protective of my friends-but that's a total different story in its own entirity). So I try to even out the ruffled feathers only to get shouted at by Group B (minus one member). And then B1 was sad all yesterday and I don't know if its for the fact that she and A1 are at it again (even though they are close friends) or what. Anyways that was the second thing.

The third will probably take me alot longer. You see our drama class, as well at the other 6th period one, are doing Babes in the Wood. But the problem is that one of our pretty hefty characters is in community school, but he had wanted to do this play so he still got a part even if it wasn't one of the brand name like Robin Hood. Problem is, is that that's who he wanted to be. And now he's saying that when he comes back on Monday if anyone at all doesn't have all their lines memorized he's going to drop out. But he hasn't even memorized his lines! OR even read the script! How hypocritical is that, so now everyone's in an uproar because if he backs off several of our characters might get cut along with some of the castmember's parts. All because some....some...ug...jerk...yah...kind of just meetered off that one.

So that's pretty much it, at least for today.

I might doodle, but sometimes interestingly I have the most inspiration when I'm bored in a certain class; so I'll write.

I've been looking at my old entries and just laughing, smiling and remembering everything.
It was fun.
So much has been happening lately, its been insane!
And then since I'm a senior I need to take my assessment test this weekend, which includes an essay and fill out a whole bunch of scholarships and stuff.
Like I said, insane.
Books I recommend (that I've read lately): Mr. Perfect, The Woman in the Wall and the Historian (which I'm currently reading). Observations (looks like a good book I'm going to read, looks pretty interesting).
Going to join book club once again to get rid of an unexpected detention, which is always a pain to tell the parents about.
Worried about my grades, not too bad but I do have a D, in a class my dad is going to say is easy. Consumer Math. But really, its been getting pretty hard the past week or so. I figured, when I was picking my senior classes, since I was going to be using the concepts in Consumer Math alot more than those in Calculus, I thougtht that that would be the right one to go to. Which it is, it just can be a pain in the rear at times. Like the feather at the top of a load that collapses everything.
Oh, I went to Santa Barbara on Saturday. It was fun, except my little brother was being a...a...jerk, is the only semi-less bad word I can think for him. Ug...he's going through this stage that is loud, obnoxious and annoying, it really gets me on my nerves. We went to the zoo, big surprise (notice the sarcasm) we go every single time we are in SB, which is pretty often (At the least five times a month). We waited for my dad at the park across the way and then we went to Brody's, Broker's...something but they had a fishery, a bar/restraunt and a store right on the coast not far from the zoo. And if you ever go there, definitly go to the restraunt their fish and chicks are astronomical, nice a crispy outside but not all batter no just thin enough but good enough that you can still taste it. And the fish was so tender, white and just fell apart in my hands and it wasn't fishy at all. It was soooo good. And then the clam chowder, which my father is super picky about-said it was probably the second best of all clam chowders he ever had. It wasn't all potato chowder, you know how at some restraunts they'll say that it is clam chowder but there will end up being no clam at all, except for a tiny little spec and the bottom of the cup or bowl. This wasn't in any way like it. It WAS definitly clam chowder, still had potatoes but at a nice balance. The waitress was really nice too.
ANd then I slept all the way home, I was so glad I brought my blue feather bed...no not bed...comforter. *giggle* just imagining me trying to stuff a blue feather bed in our tiny backseat of our Lincoln Continental.

WOw, I haven't written this much in AGES.

I haven't been on here for like FOREVER!
Working on my (maskednightingale.webs.com) website, projects galore. As well as stress.
Frustrating, plus I've been sick.
Gotta run...again...bell just rang.

Hi, I'm back! Haven't been on here on ages. Loads of homework and everything.
Ok to answer the question, what age adult?
When one is mature enough to care for not only their own feelings but as well as others. To be mature enough in mind and spirit, but most importantly once they have learned the true lesson of learning humility while still fullfilling your dreams.

Alf
Bill Nye The Science Guy
Gulligan's Island
Bonanza
Dr....(something can't remember his last name; it was on PAX; and starred Vik Van Dyke)

Here's my journal. Crazy huh, I haven't updated it for awhile now so this is special. Hope you like it.

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That's the one I just finished.
I love it I go on it like every day. Even more a little than fanfiction/fictionpress which is something.

Tons of school work.
Right now I'm doing this intense English research paper/project, called "Senior Travel." Interesting one may say and it is but its very in depth. We have to pick a country and then we will write a journal/travelogue or something. I'm doing a scrapbook of my adventures, I already got several post cards that my mother had got when she went to Europe.
I'm doing France.
We have to do at least four pages, at the least, which doesn't make sense because I would think since we are given 7 days there would at least be 7 pages but I would think there would be a lot more considering you should not be just stating facts you are also stating the adventures you had, at least that's what Mr. Carroll tried to make sure we did.
Anyways this was just a quick update.

 Erik-The Phantom of the Opera
I'm absolutely obsessed with him, sure he's dangerous, sure he could kill me but I love him plus he's a genius so we wouldn't be terribly on the island. (At least he wouldn't be.)
Of course there are some who believe he was not a fictional character (I'm among them) but that can be pushed either way.

I just basically goofed off today...starting school TOMMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Got a cute outfit and cute sunglasses that I got in the Garment District in LA for just 4 buck and they are designer its awesome.