Blarrgh... I really haven't felt like ranting about anything. I'm just to tired.
I got back my first essay in English today. I was so afraid of getting it back because I'm just a horrible writer. But I did fairly good. I got a A- with barely any mistakes. I just need to explain how and why each element of 'style and structure' was used to get the author's purpose across. Oh well, next time.
On another note, I hate discussing stuff with my mom. She always turns everything I say around and make what I think wrong. Like today I was telling her about an essay we were discussing today in English. It was about how a black man was able to alter public space. I tried telling her that there are some instances in the examples that he uses to to where it is not just because of his race that people move away from him. It was the way he dress, his movement, the time of night. Many factors play a part in the way people perceive him. But there are instances where it is because of his race that people act a certain way around him. That was all I was trying to discuss with her. She goes, 'no, your wrong. It is only because of his race that people are acting that way around him.' So I go on to tell her about the first example the author uses in his essay to explain what I was talking about. A rather tall, huge guy walking down a street late at night in a large leather jacket with arms in pockets. He looks rather menacing. He walks quickly upon a woman who was in front of him and she quickly tries to walk away. I was saying that it wasn't just his race that made her move quickly away from him, but the fact that he looked that he would cause some harm to her. If you're walking alone on a street, espcially if you are female, some one comes up quickly behind you, you are gonna want to move away from them. But all I got from my mom is that I'm naïve. To her, I'm just some kid who thinks they know everything.
I hate that. Every time I try talking about anything with her, in the end, I'm just some kid that thinks they know everything. Especially when I say 'From my experince....' I can't even finish my sentence, she'll say 'What experinces have you had in your 18 year?' It's so annoying.
Anyway, my birthday is in a few days. Hopefully it wont be just like any other day this year. Maya might kidnap me for the weekend. She kidnapped me and my brother last Friday. It was rather fun. We went to Lomell's (or however you spell it) to eat. Really really good pizza. After that, we went to where John works to bug him. Maya wanted to kidnap him as well, but he couldn't leave.
After we left from there, we went to see Underworld (of course, me and poofee wanted to see POTC because we -still- haven't seen it, but Maya wanted to see Underworld). It was rather good, I enjoyed it. Though, I was the only one who thought it was a bit slow in the beginning. We then went back to pick John up and went to the beach. It was about 2 in the morning. Since it was foggy, it was rather creepy staring into nothingness.
It was fun. John told us a amusing story about how he got most of the other people that work at his job to quit.
Anyway, I gotta sleep now. I have a test in Early Civ tomorrow.