An Very Awesome Rant Like Bitch Fit

Sweet ass title, no?
It has been quite the while since my last post. And much has happened. I am going to pick up where I last left off, which was watching Annie Hall. I love that movie, I extol that movie, I admire that movie, I (insert anything that is synonymous with liking/admiring) that movie. The musical, which I despise is done and over with, and it was either a disaster or really good. I hated doing it, very little good, if any, came out of it, and by that I mean no life experience was gained. Except DO NOT DO A MUSICAL unless you have to, to make ends meat and all that jazz.
I thought I liked someone in that way (whoo for euphemisms) but I didn't.
I fail at essay writing and AP Language and Composition, as previously predicted. One could see this as essay writing, and I would have to agree. I love this kind of writing, it's good, heartfelt, and I have no fear of being graded. I can basically say anything I want to. (No death threats.. damn). I can be somewhat grammatically incorrect.
Which brings me to another, fantasical point: grammar. I hate it and find it fascinating. And taught it I was not.
Which brings me full circle back to AP Language. Grammar. (See stream of consciousness makes sense). How can I, one person who was never taught grammar before in my life, (except for German grammar which really does not apply to English) be expected to know how to properly place commas, know about adverbials, fragments, properly use a semi colon, and manipulate the language so it sounds euphonious, intelligent, and applies to all people evar? <--- had to be done.
After the essay writing and the musical everything gets kind of blurry. It has been one big tired tangled mess of tainted tittering memories. Until..
Thanksgiving Break. I will give thee a brevitous synopsis: It took about eight hours to get down to New Mexico, we left at six in the morning. Draw your own conclusions. When we got there, I read, did AP Biology homework. All I did was eat, work, sleep, and we engaged in discourse. About everything. I love my cousin. She is so awesome. About the second day we were there my grandfather came back from the hospital, still as ornery, cantankerous, and quick witted as ever. For Thanksgiving we ater tenderloin. It was sapid, palatable, and delectiable. I would have that over turkey anyday. I visted with my other various counsins, and saw my babdy second cousins. It was also incrediably wintry for New Mexico.
We came back the day after Thanksgiving. Again we left at six in the morning, only to get home at three. I then had to relax for a second, then went to the Theater Company for a 24 Hour One Act Festival.
Holy hell.
That is a blog post in itself.
The school week that followed, the current one, has been quite the miserable one.
More essays, sister getting drivers licsence, stress, and vapid people.
But good has come out of it. True cold, wintry, icey, wear six layers cold. I love it. The weather has been picture perfect in that sense.
I have to go, fixing an essays. <--- that was no on purpose. WOW