Woo!

August 26, 2008 | Category: Uncategorized | Leave a Comment

Highschool starts tomorrow!!!

(no insane dress code this time, or vice principals telling me “Fine! but I’ll be watching you…” I swear she really did tell me that when I went to get something from my backpack at lunch time and she thought I was going to steal something”

Yay!

where’d summer go, by the way??? it just kind of vanished…

0.o

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Summer School

July 26, 2008 | Category: Uncategorized | Leave a Comment

URG…whoever invented summer school sucks–No, wait, whoever invented Health and made it a required class sucks.
And Health wouldn’t be such a bad thing if it didn’t take up your elective, along with geography…My crazy History teacher made us memorize every country in the world, along with the major geological features of most of the continents…Do I reallllly have to take geography instead of something fun?? Not cool…

Hmm…it seems like I complain a lot about school, huh? I don’t mean too. Middle School just reallly bugged me, and when I got mad I complained on here, so… sorrrry! I actually do like school most of the time…depending on the teacher (and whether they are crazy or not)

By the way, my crazy history teacher made us take a test on the second to last day of school…a big one. By then grades where supposed to be turned in, but she told us she found a way to sneak it in (which as it turns out she didn’t) Didn’t matter, I didn’t study, but got an A in the class. ANYway, we were trying to convince her not to give it to us when someone yells out, “Please Mrs ____?? This is evil!” and she replies with, “Well I thought you had learned by now that I am evil.”
Yeah…it was great

Hmm. Back on the subject of Health though. That was the one class that almost messed up my brother, so I decided to take it during summer to get it out of the way.
As it turns out, my class is the biggest (40 whereas the norm is 11) and the class room, is in the middle of nowhere, inside a highschool in the middle of nowhere…I honestly didn’t think there was a “nowhere” in California, but as we where driving home through strawberry fields and I saw a tumbleweed blow across the road, I was indeed proven wrong! Woohoo!

Yeah, but thats not so bad, if you disregard school starting at 7:40…I can’t stand getting up in the morning, Im lazy
Most of the time I sit in the back of class with pictures of the outside in my head…

haha

Okay..Now the whooole point of my post–that is if anyone actually will read the whole thing…
Why is dancing never considered a sport? Its honestly harder than running or football, or etc…whatever. In the “Exercise Pyramid” in our book it lists ballet and dancing as something you should do “one or two times every few weeks”
Thanks.
Grrr! Thats soo not cool. Honestly, to give you a bad comparison of how hard it’s done, if done right, particularly in Irish Dance, then its like doing hurdles for a minute and a half, but while your doing it your racing your opponents, and doing it in a correct form, otherwise you loose. While you jump your legs have to be perfectly straight and hitting your bum, posture perfect, hands to your side, toes pointed and turned out, etc… Oh! and smiling…
But of course most text books don’t think of Irish dancing, or really even competitive dance like ballroom for example when they make these, which is understandable I guess–But it said Ballet? I have a lot of respect for anyone still addicted to competitive dance by the time they are in high school. It means they are dedicated to their sport, and usually they are close to or already champions.
So when they say ballet, usually the person still doing it at this point, will not be doing it once or twice a week, more like every single day.
Then dance could also be argued as not a sport, but an art form, which is true–But thats why I said competitive dance, which is usually a lot more intense than performance dance–less art, more sport.
It just bugs me, alot.
And when our teacher–trying to get us to be “active”–is naming off sports all the way from football, to tennis, to lacrosse, to horseback riding, and can’t even say dance, yeah that reallly bugs me…
It reminds me of last year, when our PE teacher was making us run a mile every class period. By the way, I hate long distance running, honestly it is like the bane of my existance. Im good at sprinting, but since I’m so short I could be taking twice the strides of someone who is 5′5”, whereas I am just barely 5′, and they would beat me. Which sucks, but it’s not like I can do anything about it. But we were running, and after the first three miles, I pretty much refused to try hard anymore. Bad mindset yes, but not only can I not stand running, I can’t stand someone making me do it. I’m stubborn
Yeah, so it was our last lap, and I was just about to pass the teacher where he was standing on the side watching, and I told him I would rather do five hornpipes than a mile.
“Dancings not a sport!” was all I got as my reply…GRRRR!!!!
“THEN YOU DO IT!!!”
I was actually surprised that he didn’t make me run another lap or get mad, because I’m sure he heard me, but he didn’t say anything back, so I finished the stupid mile with a time of 8:40…woohoo.

But why isn’t it ever considered a sport? All hard types of dance, from Ballet, to Irish, to Break dance is hard and physical, and yet its still considered one of those things you do “once or twice every few weeks”

Whatever.

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WOO! 2008 Euro Cup Winners!!

June 29, 2008 | Category: Uncategorized | Leave a Comment

Spain!!!!!!!
Hahah, somehow I got addicted to international soccer as a way to distract myself from dancing. WOO

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Im a pug!

June 27, 2008 | Category: video | Leave a Comment

hahahahaha this is great…

“im a pug, Im a pug, Im a rollie pollie bug!!”

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This is Amazing

June 25, 2008 | Category: internet, news | Leave a Comment

Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.

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Dear Middle School…

June 8, 2008 | Category: Uncategorized | 5 Comments

You suck.

I work my butt off for you all year, getting renaissance (above 3.25 gpa) every single trimester/quarter throughout every single year–6th through 8th– in HONORS classes with crazy teachers who make us write highschool level essays for tests, and you don’t even acknowledge me.

YOU DONT EVEN REMEMBER MY NAME–or if you do, you don’t spell it correctly

Thanks for making me really hate, fine I wont say hate–dislike with a passion– you guys. After punishing me for being a good dancer, a good student, locking me in the school one time while I was trying to do make up one of YOUR tests, and not even trusting me to get a book out of my backpack at lunch time–their exact words were, “I’m watching you.” I have some of these teachers for years and you still call me Abby, or Nicole. Jeez, is it really so hard for my PE teacher to remember my name when it’s written on my shirt???

But, you know what the worst part is? You really make me not want to work, and not want to try. Why should I? You care about the suck ups and the trouble makers. If they listen to you, why acknowledge them?

Its like when you’ve worked really hard for something, next to someone who has been working the judges over, or someone who was so bad, who didn’t care at all until they did one little thing, and its suddenly a miracle. Guess what order it goes in: The suck ups, the lazy people, the hard workers.

you know, I even tried not to care. After the stupid eighth grade awards night–of which you also messed up my brother on–I tried not to care about studying for that stupid test you try to cram in the last week of school, or the math project, or the stupid science activity. But you grrrrpeople have trained me like a dog, which is pretty much how you treat us too–and I realllly dislike you for that.

So here is my farewell wish for you, MVMS. Stop focusing on test scores like they’re the bible. Stop making it a hassle to learn, a chore, and once again make it fun, a privilege. Don’t EVER make someone regret working hard. By the time people leave your school, make ALL of them sad to be leaving–not counting the hours until they are out of a school filled with stiff necked test scores at all costs losers.

And don’t punish people for being sucessful.

Maybe then you’ll win back some of my respect, maybe some of the rest of my family’s too. I’m not promising though.

And to you MVMS I’m counting days, and hours until I walk through your doors for the last time–only remembering the few good times I shared with a few good friends, all enduring your school together. You boxed me in, you frowned upon my success, you worked me like a dog, and gave me a cookie to smooth it over. SEE YA!

peace

<333

Irishdancr

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shoes on the back of a nordstrom box

June 1, 2008 | Category: Uncategorized | Leave a Comment

yeah, so I got bored one thursday at 9 o’clock so I wanted to paint and I did! two hours later I come up with this. recognize it? owww… my toe hurts, I cut three of them open yesterday when I fell by accident and it just started hurting reallly badly… sorry that was random but it is.

ANYWAY, yeah, so this was the first time I’ve ever really painted anything and i didnt know what to do it on so i did it on the back of a nordstrom box! my art teacher liked it too and put it in the art festival