I Hate School, But I Love Learning and YES, It Does Make Sense

I hate school. There I said it. And if any of my peers find this--that would be very bad btw--I know that you're surprised. I can practically hear you.
"Did you hear?"
"That girl who gets straight As hates school."
"She's lying."
"Doesn't she read like, fifty books a day?"
"Didn't she skip a grade?"
I'm not lying. School really makes me want to vomit. First off, I dislike kids my age except for my friends. Second, my school diminishes individuality. Third, school tests memorization not knowledge. Also, they make me read books I don't want to read.

I love learning. Now I can hear you again.
"But didn't she just say that she hates school?"
"That makes no sense."
"Huh?"
"OMG! Make up your mind."
But ah my friend...it makes perfect sense. I love reading and learning new stuff and it's SO MUCH FUN! Honestly! Learning new things sends a certain adrenaline through my veins. When I'm speaking intellectually to someone I feel happiest. When I am experimenting or reading I am most comfortable. But going to school makes me depressed, exhausted, anxious. Learning makes me happy, full of life. When reading a book, I am drinking an elixir of life. When at school, a draught of death fills me.
Now you can say that it makes no sense, but maybe you're not thinking hard enough.

You Know Those Friends...#2

...who get mad at you one second and are expecting something from you the next? I have a friend just like this. She has a short temper and gets offended at almost everything. She always misreads things that people say and assumes the worst. But she's a great friend. Nice, smart, empathetic, loyal--everything you'd ever want in a friend. Minus the one annoying short temper. Well, the other day she got really mad because I couldn't pay for her to come to one of the winter parties our posse is going to. Now I know she has a lot of money because she always buys expensive stuff just cuz, but for some reason, she needed me to pay for her. I told her no and she threw a fit--completely went off on me--and then asked to copy my homework. I told her yeah and gave her the first three pages. She asked for the rest and I said I didn't complete it even though I did. Then she laughed about how I'd get an F and logged off of her IMs. She also always wants to FaceTime me and call me even though I hate talking on the phone. She laughs and jokes about that too. She tells me I'm antisocial and then brings a book and reads in the bathroom at a party.
In the end, she paid for herself but was still mad at me.
Do you have friends like this?
How do you solve it?

I Am Scared to Death of...

...being forgotten. Most people are remembered only 75 years after their death. What are your great-grandparents names? Do you remember? Who says that your great or great-great-grand children will know your name? I am scared to death of being forgotten. My mother is a normal, suburban mother. I am scared to death of becoming that. I want to be remembered. I want to be the Shakespeare, Emily Bronte, and Sir Issac Newton.
I WANT TO BE IMMORTAL.
But why am I special?
There are moments when I doubt myself. I'm not a scientists. I'm not an infamous playwrite. WHAT CAN I DO?
WHAT WILL I DO TO MAKE MYSELF IMMORTAL?
WHAT DO I DO WITH THESE CREEPING THOUGHTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?

Today...

...I witnessed something beautiful. People, teenagers, talking to each other with kindness and respect. I heard, "I wish you the best of luck"s and "You're going to do great"s exchanged between enemies. In case you're wondering, I had exams today. Almost everyone was stressed and mental breakdowns, inevitably, were occurring. A girl who hated my best friend comforted her when I couldn't because I too was stressed out. The enemy became the friend, and all understood one another. What seemed to be impossible became the truth. Teenagers are ruthless beasts who like to beat each other down. But today they went rogue. Diminished their previous habits and actually helped one another. Crazy, right? Maybe not. I think that when in a situation that is scary or life-threatening or changing, people bond. But it's just a thought...right?
What do you think?

Life is...

...amazing. Live it. You are amazing. You are needed. YOU are YOU.

You Know Those Friends... #1

...who buy ridiculously expensive gifts for no reason? I have a friend who bought me two very expensive gifts--she showed me the receipt--one was $50 and the other was $65. That may not seem like a lot but I got--or made--a few DIYed gifts. Nothing special. I felt terrible and under accomplished. She bought gifts that price for our whole posse and everyone else bought $10/$20 things--nothing else DIYed. Now I know I'm not the rich one in our entourage, but I don't wanna be the poor one. I put a lot of thought into my gifts and I know that people say that that's all that matters but I still felt bad.
Have any of your friends or family members ever bought you RIDICULOUSLY expensive gifts? Have you ever felt like this?

I'm Not One for Intros

I really don't care about introductions so just stop wasting time and move onto the next post.