BEDA #1: Long time no see!

Hello there!

I'm back, well at least for this month and BEDA. As usual, I'm late, and I only have fourteen minutes to write this post before it's the second. So here's a quick list

- I just came back from a week in Canada, and I loved the country. It was gorgeous, and it reminded me so much of Europe. I loved everything about it. The trees, the architecture, the little streets, the little shops, everything!

- I loved the World Cup! It was definitely not the most gorgeous display of football that I've seen, but it's the best sporting event in the world and it makes me happy. I just wish that Germany had won it! My allegiances to countries is a little messed up because I support both England and Germany, but I don't care! But I really do think that Germany played the best football and deserved to win the tournament.

- I miss Manchester United and club football.

- I read so much in Canada! I'm almost done with Lord of the Rings, which I love. I started Little Women, I finished a book for school (The Kingdom of this World), and I started another book for school (Facundo)

- I've also started watching Star Trek, and it's just as good as I expected it to be! I haven't watched that much of it, I'm still only on the first season of the Original Series...

- I leave for Oregon on an international IB conference on Sunday and I'm super excited (but I probably won't be able to blog while I'm there...)

Happy New Year

Hello there. I haven't posted here in a while, but I thought since it's a new year I should do one of those cheesy posts about what has happened to me over the past year. (Even though I should be practicing a guitar piece...)

- I fell in love with football, the sport has practically taken over my life now

- I fell in love with Manchester United

- I found out I have the most amazing friends in the planet

- I found out I kind of hate school

- I started to wish that all of this school crap will be over

- I continued to love books, and still read like a maniac

- I went to some of the most amazing concerts ever

- I went to some of the best parties

- My obsession with YouTube people decreased, which is good because I can live my own life

- I found out that boys are stupid

- But I still like them....

It's been a pretty uneventful year, and hopefully the next one will be better :D

What I've been up to

Well hello there, long time no see. I'm still alive in case you are wondering, here's what I've been up to:

• Went to the most amazing Boys Like Girls concert ever and as a result developed an obsession with a band called A Rocket to the Moon.
• Got my first B on a report card.
• Saw New Moon and didn't like it.
• Read a book about football.
• Watched a lot of football.
• Cried over a football match.
• Listened to "I've got Nothing" way too many times.
• Started looking forward to going to school because that meant I won't have to do as much work as I have to do at home.
• Wrote a 10-page paper on Don Quixote
• Shit, I'm about to be late for a study session...

Gaby and the Killers

Today was the most amazing day I've ever had. I don't think that anything could have ruined it. So many things went wrong, yet everything just ended up being amazing. I had to wake up at six, but that was fine because I spent the time until one at an awesome Key Club convention, where I along with other overdressed people pretended I knew what I was doing. I didn't know that we weren't allowed to wear sandals, and I had a mental break down in the car, while I was driving and almost ran over several bicyclists while I was trying to call my friend. Shoes were discovered and I ended up at the conference wearing the most adorable pair of high heels ever. I also now have an idea of an awesome service project that I want to do. It involves soccer which is amazing.

Manchester did not win their game against Sunderland, they drew 2-2, but I don't think that it has hit me yet so I'm not upset. They are still top of the leader board and Berba scored an amazing goal. 

During the convention I found out that my best friend did want to go to the Killers concert that I had tickets for, but I found an awesome girl to go with. 

The concert was the most amazing experience of my life. We took off our shoes the moment the music started playing and we did not sit down until the end. The people behind us who frowned as we covered their view could not tamper our mood. The slippery, alcholoh covered floor did not matter. All that mattered was the music. I sang as loud as I could, ensuring that I won't be able to speak a word tomorrow. The stadium was full of sweating, screaming people as we chanted the words to Mr. Brightside we waived our hands as if we were one person, because for that moment we were. There was nothing that made me happier, I was smiling from ear to ear. Not caring about my Chemistry test, or math homework, or community service, I just cared about the music, and it was amazing. 

Perfection

There was an article in this month's Teen Vogue (yes, I read it, don't judge me :D) about what perfect girls. I realized that my friends and I fit into that category, even though we are not all girls. The four of us are top of our grade, we have never received Bs on our report carts, we are involved in too many extracurricular activities, and we are known as the nerds of the school. People pretend to like us because we are nice to all of us, but I know that they don't actually because every single teacher loves us. We are the kind of students who when given a simple homework assignment will create amazing artwork, we are the students who set the curve. 

Other people expect us to do well, and we usually do. But when we don't do well we get made fun of, and you can see that people are happy because we have "failed". An example of this was when I was working on a problem in my AP Chemistry class. I got the problem wrong and a kid corrected me, when he realized that he was right and I was right he started being all "OMG you were wrong, I can't believe I just got something right and you didn't." I was actually really upset that people take so much pleasure in my failure. Another example was in my Pre-Calc class. We have the toughest teacher for that class and I was the only one that got a 100 and 120 on the first two quizzes and then got a 110 on the first test. I had never gotten a question wrong in that class, so the other day he asked me a question and I did get it wrong. Everyone in my class proceeded to stare at me because this was the first time in his class that I had gotten a question wrong. 

I also realized that while I struggle to be perfect at school I don't do it for myself or for my parents, I do it for other people. I love helping people, and I guess I love the feeling of being smarter than people. Being perfect is not always easy, I've sacrificed many things to gain that title, my friends and I classify as the people who have no lives, and we put food and sleep second in our priorities, after school. 

Because people expect me to do well on everything I also began to expect the same thing from myself. The other day I had a presentation for English, which I had worked on really hard. I am artistically challenged and I was able to draw a person that was as tall as me and it actually looked well. I got a 90 on that presentation and when I saw my grade I started crying, because I saw that as a failure. I now have a 90 in the class, I don't think I've ever been this close to getting a B in English and it makes me really upset. I know a B isn't a bad grade, but I see it as a failure. 

Priorities

I haven't blogged on here in a while, so I thought I would deprive myself from some studying and several hours of sleep in order to write this. I don't even know what I'm going to write about... 

School has been going pretty good. The teachers are definitely giving us too much homework, but I can handle it, so far there have been no projects which is good. I did write an essay for AP European history which I thought was pretty good, and I did get an A :) If you read this far, then I'm very proud of you, here is an imaginary cookie, and a Ronaldo *hands over*

I've recently noticed a shift in my priorities. (wow that's a change of topic). Last year it used to be school, friends and then other random stuff. Now it's sports, school, and friends. It's kind of funny because I deprive myself from studying in order to watch sports, which I've never done before. Not only that but I spend more time watching sports than I do with my friends outside of school. It's kind of weird and I know that most of my friends don't understand it, but football is just so amazing and it makes me relax and forget about school and everything else. Over this weekend I watched six soccer games, and I was going to watch more but I had to take a break and write a four-paged essay. 

I don't really have anything much to say here, so I guess I should leave the internets and get some sleep. 

Lots of Wishing

I haven't blogged in a while, but even though it's almost two in the morning, I'm exhausted, and I'm not really feeling well I'm still going to write this. School has been pretty tough the first three weeks. Tenth grade is a lot different from ninth- they started giving us homework the second day of school. The second day... AP Chemistry is really tough and I think I'm actually going to struggle a lot in that class, but I hope that I make it. Anyway, I don't want to talk about school here. 

Last week I went to see Depeche Mode live when they came down to Miami for a concert and they were amazing! I think that must have been the best concert I've been to so far, and we were sitting pretty close to the band too, which was awesome. I wasn't really feeling well throughout the whole concert because something really weird happened. They started playing one of their songs, I can't remember which one, and it had a really hard core bass going on, the kind where you can feel everything shaking. For some reason I couldn't breathe because of the base so I had to walk out of the concert and I almost passed out, but then they started playing my favorite song "Enjoy the Silence" so I had to run back in there even though I wasn't feeling well. 

So this week my parents decided to drag me to Sea World with them. I wasn't really excited because that mean that I would have to do all my homework while I was at a crappy hotel and that I couldn't watch most of the tennis matches, and no soccer. I missed my first Manchester United game since around April, and it happened to be a great game which they won. But going to Sea World was actually really fun. I got to watch dolphins and whales do cool things and even though I still have two English tests and a project due on Monday I'm happy I came. Tennis wasn't a huge issue because all the matches have been delayed and I got to watch the big tennis drama tonight. 

While we were driving to Orlando from Miami I was talking with my parents about soccer. They were telling me about the Great World Cup of 1994. I call it the Great World Cup because it was the only team that Bulgaria did well in a World Cup, by well I mean we got fourth place. My parents were talking about how we almost didn't qualify and then how we lost our first match to Nigeria and then we beat Argentina and France and Germany, and many other great teams. I was surprised by how much my parents remember about that World Cup. They told me how we scored a our goal in the last minute in Paris to win the match 2-1 and how during that match God was Bulgarian and we qualified for the World Cup. They told me how the French stadium fell in complete silence as their chances of going to the World Cup were thrown out the window. Until this day the French still hate us for that win. 

I wish I was there when that had happened. Well technically I was, but I was too small to remember, I wasn't even a year old. My mom told me I started crying when Bulgarian eliminated Germany and reached the semi finals and the entire country cheered so loudly. I wish I had cheered with them because just listening to my parents talk about it gives me goose bumps. I wish that I remember when Bulgaria was good at something other than volleyball. I wish I remembered the Gold Generation. 

I wish a lot of things, too bad they can't happen.