High School

My high school orientation is tomorrow.
In my head I'm thinking, what could they possibly have to show me that I honestly want to know? I've gone through the content for all my classes and none of the material interests me. In English we're reading books that I've already read (To Kill A Mockingbird, Fahrenheit 451, The Giver, to name a few), in Math we're learning things I most likely won't understand. And even in Science, I won't get to learn about astronomy because I'm taking advanced classes.
Clubs are another iffy thing. I am no athlete, not even much of a runner (I appear to have this problem where I end up tripping every time I try to run). The clubs cater to people who enjoy athletic things, and a sparse few to those who don't. They don't even have an astronomy club. And taking pictures for yearbook just isn't my idea of fun.
Which is how I came to the question: How on earth am I going to convince my sports obsessed/jock loving principal to get an astronomy club or possibly get my science teacher to do something on marine biology? Or maybe even get my English teacher to hand out more writing assignments to a girl who is constantly turning everything around her into a story?
Boy, am I going to have fun with that one.
It's not like I won't enjoy high school. More freedom - asides from the fact that my little brother is following me - and harder assignments (hopefully). Possibly better class trips, actually scratch that, definitely better class trips, seeing as how I am definitely signing up to go to Peru. Not with my high school of course, but with National Geographic.
My mother suggested I join the choir, because and I quote "You have a lovely voice, dear." You can imagine my face.
So, no choir.
Just, no.

Trips...In General

So, I'm heading to Niagara Falls in a few days. That doesn't give away anything about my location in Canada, does it?
Anyway, to get to Marineland we have to go through a wall of protesters. Protesting against what? Animal cruelty. Now, as far as I understand it, what sparked this whole affair was a baby beluga whale. The caretakers placed a sick baby beluga whale in with two older belugas. And in the animal kingdom, it is natural instinct to kill a sick one. Why? I have no idea. Living things are so complex.
I'm torn.
The caretakers were certainly in the wrong, true. But it's not as if the animals are abused or anything. They have access to vets at any given time, they're fed, they're healthy. Though being in a round tank of water does mess with their sonar system thing. I don't know the details, I'm not aiming to be a biologist or a veterinarian.
Certainly tops the cake on a supposedly eventful trip. We're leaving at three in the morning to get there at maybe noon, possibly earlier. Seeing as how I am being a friend with a tendency to be hyperactive, I can tell I'm going to enjoy myself. Not saying I don't like her, which I do, she provides comedic relief all the time...even when I don't want it. I have to share a bed with my brother, which is like the delicate frosting on an otherwise perfect cake.
I do enjoy myself on family trips.
Everyone else says I'm a bit of a downer when it comes to the things. I prefer to see the realistic side of things. Sure, we're going to see a bunch of whales swim, go on some rides, swim at the hotel, but it's not like anything eventful or unexpected is going to happen. At least, I hope not.
I can't handle things straying from schedules.
Imagine how I felt when nothing when my way in the class project.

The Frigid Teen In Short-ish

I've recently come to the conclusion that I like blogs. Can't you tell?
I suppose since I've just started this here thing, I should tell you about myself. I'm a teenager, as you can see in the address bar above. (Your choice to look, entirely up to you.) But I'm one of those people who acts completely different from the stereotype that has been attributed to their age group. True, I do attend high school, also true that I am a teenie tiny bit rebellious, but I look upon my peers with disdain.
I'm friends with a lot of them. But I'm very good at acting, I should take it up professionally - but how boring would that be? Not saying that I don't act real, it's just in order to fit in you have to act a certain way. I don't mind them all leaving me alone but people are interesting. I sound like some sort of alien being, don't I? Trust me, I am most certainly not. Very few people my age make for interesting conversation.
Enough about that.
I live in Canada, country of wonderful winters and farmers. No joke, there are way too many farmers. I dated one, another lives down my road, and yet another across from me. Most grow corn, which is fun to run around in during the Hallowe'en season and excellent for scaring the bejeezus out of people unlucky enough to pass by.
I have a thing for the cold, hence the obsession with winter, fall, Hallowe'en and various things of the like. This liking for the cold comes in handy when the rest of my family are whining like wee lambs when we go out sledding - I'm the one whooping and tumbling down the hill. Once I even went outside for a little while without shoes on. Not a good idea. No matter how much I enjoy the snow.
My taste in music varies greatly. For example if you were to look through my iPod you'd find traces of Brooks & Dunn, Celtic Woman, Donovan, Lady Gaga, Adam Lambert, and often Creed.
I like writing. So, as you go through this blog, you'll most likely rarely see errors but I'm not perfect so there may be some. I'll only write about things that interest me. I will honestly try to not bash things that I don't like, but it shall be very hard.
Welcome to my weirdness. ^_^