Our Brains

Our brains, when we are in the 6th grade (ages 11-12 to be spefic), "work" half the of the amount that a fully developed adult brain works. The brain does not fully work until age 15, I believe. At first, I was joking when I thought "that explains 6th grade through now time period so well", but it truthfully does, which is creepy. Now, being an 8th grader, when I think back on 6th grade-to birth, it explains all the hazy, "why did I do that", "my god I hate my former 4th grade self so much", "My memory is terrible" feelings that so often take place when thinking back. Also, all those really, really, stupid things your peers did. 

Also, how my brain works I can tell has changed a lot, for instance, I could probably learn a whole chapter in my math text book in a week and 1/2, study, and take a test fairly confidently now, though during 5th grade that would have taken at least a month. It also explains why I feel as though the only things I learned prior to the second half of 6th grade were  1. how to read 2. basic math 3. America used to be a colony ruled by England 4. Isaac Newton discovered gravity 5. How to sing What a Beautiful World Louis Armstrong style 6. My home address, I can't even remember mine from nursery to 2nd grade. From 2nd to 5th grade, my life was just breathing it seems now when I think about it. In fact, my current math teacher, who I like and trust and told me this, says that she has to be conscious of the fact that i only have 2/3 of my brain working or however much. 

As disappointed and weirded out as I am, I am glad that my brain has not reached its full capacity and am glad that I will have the power to be so much smarter and awe people so much more. The thing is, a lot of the time, I really do not try to awe people. For instance, I know now that I have closer to a full brain than half a brain, and when I only had half, I was much louder believe it or not. Now, I still the ability to laugh way to loud and get over excited, but not as much general loudmouth where my body couldn't understand how to have an "inside voice", I do not think my father does either, so I blame him. Now, I don't feel so bad amount putting the antenna of a remote to one of those remote control toy cars in an electrical socket when I was 4, maybe I do cuz it worried my parents alot. 

Childish by meriirem of deviantart

Practically Imperfect in Every Way

At the end of every different gym sport unit that my class finishes, there is a test. To say the least, whoever invented gym tests is not the cleverest. Though if you score well, then it can help your GPA. No one studies for something as preposterous as a gym test or 

even has to for these tests, including me, it is not necessary. They are not taken seriously at all in

case I haven't been blunt enough.As I was finishing this test, I noticed a question that for 

once, made me think. At the end they always have the ignorant, repeated-on-every-test 

questions, a good example is

"Where do you change? A) In the gym.

B) In my locker. C) I don't understand this question.". 

The question, which I had seen before that day, was 

"Fitness is being healthy psychically, socially

, mentally and emotionally. True or False"

I realized just before completing filling my graphite "A" for true, that I am not psychically, 

socially, mentally, or emotionally healthy, I am not "fit" at all. 

The rest of my day was just a bit worse; things seem to always be piling up on me, making 

my day a little bit worse.

Street Covering- Mac414 of deviantart

Masks are Liberating

Masks have been used in many places, in religion, theatre, sport (for fun i.e. halloween), robberies, people being crazy, balls, festivals, self-expression or the opposite, to concealment. Greeks were one of the first people to have theatres. It could be law for EVERYONE to see a play, therefore the stadium was enormous, and in order for the actors to be seen and heard, they used masks. Now if any of u have ever been to a production and had to sit WAY UP on the highest mezzanine (balcony) in the back, u know how terrible it is to try to tell actor's facial expressions and u miss half the jokes. so u buy opera glasses so u can continue being a cheapskate and sit way back. The greeks used masks to display characters general emotions and also had mini-cone shaped things inside the mask to project their voices, like a mega phone. just a little random history....... Now if any of u know, cuz i get SO many readers for my MILLION blogs (haha) and people stalk me like John Lennon, i was V from V for Vendetta last Halloween. He wears a Guy Fawkes mask, i still don't understand why there is such a thing as a Guy Fawkes Mask, even after my extensive research, i get the whole Guy Fawkes thing, just not the mask. Any english people know? The mask has a huge, smile and happy facial expression, though it is joker-creepy. I walked down the "main street" in my sad 'burb and many people were walking and driving by. It was an interesting experience, i was in full costume, gloves, hat, died hair, converse (black), the boots were hard to find, black bed sheet-cape, dress pants and shirt, but no ninja knives sadly. people stopped while driving and screamed things at me, it was creepy. a couple guys i thought were gonna jump me and my friend, thank god i looked scary, or else we would have been. I think shopkeepers thought i would rob them. and i glared at people, to state the obvious, i was the spectacle of the street. No one knew anything about me age, gender (how sad), name, facial expression, voice. my friend could hardly understand me in that mask, and i don't think anyone but her would waste the time trying to. What was the absolute BEST THING in the world about it was, regardless that my mask was smiling, when people passed, glared or smiling, i realized i didnt have to smile back. i could role my eyes and say 'f**k u' and they couldnt tell a damn thing!!! I didn't have any obligation WHAT SO EVER. i wasn't some weird, young girl walking down the street with red hair, i was that "weird thing everyone is wondering if it will kill them if they stare to long at, or recite "Remember the 5th of November"." With masks, u can be and do whatever u want on the "inside" and out, not that i believe in putting on facades on a day-to-day basis. but seriously it was astounding, mainly fun. i could do whatever i wanted and no one would know. the most liberating thing ever. i could get up and recite Shakespeare, though mumbling through a mask, but i still could do it. I wish i could wear my mask to school.

 picture by Miskis of deviantart

WWHHATTTTT

i was talking to my mother about some plans i have during march, then i mentioned friday, march 13th and i said "that must be the wrong date, no such thing as two friday the thirteenths a year." She then told me that since february is a perfect 4 weeks that march has the same dates as it. so good news world, we get to suffer through another one of these babies!!! 

you may be expecting another one of these lists. i wonder what happened on my last double friday the 13th, i must have been 5 or so. Sorry to tell you this. 

picture from markd200 of deviantart

Are Chameleons Cool or Posers??

I, Dr. Anne Enna, am conducting a scientific experiment and the question is "Are Chameleons Cool or Posers?". i ask this because they "blend in" with their environment instead of showing their true colors (i know, i am not funny), according to common knowledge. the Hypothesis is

yes, they are posers, but when they Pose, they know how to do it. At, least original in style of Posing. YAY! no." to see if i am right or wrong, i did some research:  I am sure all of you have an average understanding of the Chameleon lizards or any other reptiles that change the color of their skin. I am giving a brief summary: They are small or medium sized, move slowly, have sticky tongues to eat insects with, and the ones in amercia that are mistaking for chameleons are color-changing iguanas. The Chameleons' ability to change color is "under hormonal and nervous control". The color that it changes to depends on light and climate, and emotion, so it can be compared to the common mood ring. It doesnt change color to blend into it's background, but that can be the case. they use this color-changing to attract mates and to defend themselves, therefore they are a attractive color with the females and a scared or blendy color when it comes to threatening animals. So with all my research in mind I, Dr. Enna Anne or was it Dr. Anne Enna, what ever, same difference, will conclude. Chameleons have an awesome natural ability to change color. And it is so admired by me and my colleagues(there are none). Though not when it is used to, how do you say, "Social-Climb", though the nearest a chameleon gets to social climbing is trying to attract mates and I do not condemn that behavior. I have found that change according to mood, therefore do express themselves in appearance. The purpose, among other things, is not to simply "blend in". All uses for this color-changing are respected and understood. So i say that 1, Common knowledge has been proved wrong on several cases today and 2, My hypothesis is wrong. Chameleons are really great and my desire to be one has been justified.

Thank you for joining, my esteemed readers, on this most excellent experiment.

victim.of.fate Reasons Why Friday the 13th has Sucked so Far

Normally on this day, it sucks so of recent years, i have been making a "Ominous or Bad occurrences on Friday the Thirteenth" it started 3 years ago when a) my day sucked anyways b) we were taking polaroids in class and this girl's picture had a creepy green color on part of her picture, some weird developing thing i guess. the last 2 years i took the liberty of writing them in the front of my school planner. one of those times i had 13th things, but i was feeling SO depressed that day i could have been feeling sorry for myself.

This friday the thirteenth horrid-ness has bleed into yesterday, and i do not want to imagine tomorrow. its not the moon either, i just suck. for reasons such anyone that reads this blog may know me, i am not going to list every little, depressing, self-centered detail. Things are a little sucky with my life in general right. one is that of grades and school work, which gave me sleep depravation which is making me go CRAZY! i just had these conferences at school where your parents come, teachers are there, and then you cry unless you are awesome, once i cried for no reason, thats how used to it i am. 

this happened yesterday and then craziness at my house after, homework craziness. so i my friday the thirteenth ruined my thursday the 12th

LIST so far

1. woke up this morning, decided i couldnt finish a book for a book report and tried to use wikipedia to save me cuz it was a autobiography

2. had to dress in the first thing i saw(didnt kill me)

3. late to school, but it was ok cuz i was excused

4. teacher that needed the book report (which i half-assed a bit) computer wasnt letting my paper print, dell-mac and my computer cant print. so yeah, i spent a long time trying to read when i could have done a shit load of stuff i needed to do

5. math class we had a surprise kinda math chapter test, which are the big ones, and i didnt know!!!! and then since i am depressed AND ultra-sleep deprived i was blanking out and making this faces that you see in movies when the really fucked-up guy cries. and my teacher was pretty much said "no you cant take time out of your free time to finish this"

6. i was so depressed and sleep deprived i continued going crazy, if this continues, my brain will suffer

7. i was so no happy and fed up that i went straight forgetting that i had a rehearsal after my school that ended early. i can imagine how they are going to bitch at me, especially one cast member who loves to hate on me anyways

8. i had to do a project for god knows how many hours and i still have to finish it tomorrow, what is wrong with me? stupid question. i have been working on it from early this afternoon to late at night.

9. randomly unlucky occurrence, i really wanted to play a song on the piano and after triple checking every where in my house, the song book was NOT to be found. i guess something has a thing against olivier.

10. i heard a really creepy, musical, low "hello" sound randomly. i really need my psychic friend to come over and find out all the creepy things in my house.

sums up my day. it seems lame, CUZ IT WAS. i wish i was somewhere out of my house so i could have witnessed a creepy thing for nobody to read about

i dont expect anyone to say "poor anne" but this is tradition and you can't lose something on the internet