. . . . . entries for 30.6.05 . . . . .
WHOA FRANK AND MAX HAVE LIVEJOURNALS. I kind of wish some of my friends had Deadjournals, that would be hilarious.
Not quite as nervous anymore, still a little, though. Whooooaaa my life is about to get CRAAAZY.
Damn am I ever nervous about this weekend. I hope Charlie's folks don't have any other plans lined up or anything. I have an icky sort of sinking feeling that way. Meh.
I wonder if Mikey ever got 'round to making them aware that I am coming. -.- Ugh. Boys' State, I blame you. Why in hell did you have to be now, and why did you invite Charlie Hyland the operatic tenor? Furthermore, how is the insurrection going and which side are the Marines on? Graah.
. . . . . entries for 29.6.05 . . . . .
The bra has been found, thanks to Cassie's recommendation. Thank you Cas, we all need people to point out things we really ought to know already sometimes. xD
I have been sickeningly productive today. (Sickeningly productive being, as it were, the flipside of "a busy bee." Har har.) I feel like doing nothing at all for a while, but I should really. . . like. . . run. Or *something.* I'm supposed to start training on the first but I certainly cannot do so very completely, because, well, I shall be heading to Binghamton. Well damn.
Things are about to get busy. o.O Yuck. Maybe routine in the summertime will be good for me.
Oh wow, this is so very awful, but so very amusing. xD I'm glad I'm not a particularly dedicated reader of *real* comics. . .
I have been a busy bee for the past few days. Today I am demolishing THE LAUNDRY, dun dun dun, which was taking over here in the Sherman household. I am also trying to find my black strapless bra, which in all of my laundry-doing has eluded me. If you were that bra, where would you be, besides anyplace sensible? -.-
And tonight I go to A.C. Moore to get art supplies for my AP Studio assignment over the summer, along with elastic-y string for bracelets. I also need to go pick up A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius; in case you're unfamiliar with the work, that is its actual title, and I've heard that it really is rather good. I am reading that, Crypto, and some other thing over the summer for AP English. Yes indeed, it has struck me that I have quite a lot of homework for my three AP classes over the summer. It shall be fascinating, for I shall be working towards four college credits at once - computer science, visual art, American history, and English. Har har. It's almost like *being* in college.
Ramble ramble. Where are you, you accursed bra!?
. . . . . entries for 27.6.05 . . . . .
Cutest map of Cape Cod ever. Yes?
Yes? Yes. Absofreakinglutely yes. Going to rendezvous with Elle on the Cape for ice cream, and before that I shall see CTKs, and AFTER that I shall see CTKs. It is fantastic.
Things are going marvelously, now if only I could tell Charlie that. xD
This webcomic continues to be amazing - I linked to one of my personal favorite strips. xD It is especially relevant given recent film releases!
"Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy. . ." I dunno, the line got me. :P Funny how White Rabbit came up after it. Stop that, Jefferson Airplane, you're messing up my vibe.
Things go well. ^.^
Sidebar tweak!
I am going to go get acquainted with my loaner laptop soon, I swear. o.O It's so scary. . . it's a PC.
o.O Forced to ask Charlie to call back later today, as he called me as I was on my way from RPI to the health park to begin the securation (there must be an actual word for that; securement?) of my medical junk for volunteering. Dad was on his cell phone with my mother and it was loud and I could not hear him because he speaks so damn quietly on the phone. xD This remains an endearing feature, however. I just wish my dad hadn't been speaking simultaneously, because when my dad's talking. . . no concentration on anything else happens, ever.
One busy day, done. Dental appointment on Thursday. I think I will go for a jog tomorrow, or get dad to teach me how to mow the damn lawn (finally), or both if I'm feeling ambitious (and brawny!).
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I dunno, I thought it was pretty funny. xD Maybe I answered too darkly?
. . . . . entries for 26.6.05 . . . . .
This is fascinating. Frank was intrigued by my IQ test, so he went searching for others. I got 131 on this one, and it was damn hard - I guessed a couple times out of frustration. xD Have fun, kids. (It's funny because it's written in broken English!)
In other news: Saw Howl's Moving Castle today. It was AMAZING. Go see it. xD I'm tempted to make Charlie watch it instead of Batman for a second time when I go to see him and the rest of the CTK crowd in Binghamton. It is just about the best warmfuzzy movie ever. Miyazaki strikes again, and makes me love anime far more easily than Escaflowne made me despise it. Remember, kids: when you see the name Miyazaki, don't just think anime. Think modern cinematic genius. <3
Well, Charlie is now officially off at Boys' State for a week; a week during which my cell phone will be perpetually on, as he plans on calling me. Heeeh, I'm not dependent. Not *I*, said the Erin.
So instead of being online constantly, I'll probably be playing Xenogears more often. :P I may even go running, in the spirit of attempting to keep my original word to myself that I will join the X-C team, God damn it, even if it kills me. Maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow is pretty busy in its own right, however. And it shall probably continue to be bakingly hot. Ew.
. . . . . entries for 25.6.05 . . . . .
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Oh Vera. I didn't mean to pwn you, I swear. xD
Changed my sidebar tune for the first time in forever. Go me. Wish I had the opportunity to sing that one more often. . .
I have stuff actually going on on Monday. What the hell. xD Oh well.
Dungeon today. Ridiculously combat-heavy, pretty deep at the end, and we should totally do RHPS for the school musical (go Jason!). David is good at roleplaying a six-year-old Sonic character-playing girl. I now know why he didn't invite more girls to his party (relative boy/girl quotas, apparently), but I do not understand why he did not invite me in particular. I figured I wouldn't press the issue. It may well be he just doesn't like me, which I can't fault him for.
Ah. . . what else. My mother shall be calling Mikey's folkses sometime in the near future to discuss siege plans. That shall be good. Mrr.
I hope Sir Charles is online at some point this evening so I can interrogate him about possible times for kidnapping during the course of Boys' State. Cassie's idea, not mine, and it sounds good to me, damn it. :P What use have you, Charlie Hyland, for this activity? You are going into opera! Not politics! That's my job, damn it. o.O Some of us can't rock at everything all at once.
Ramble jabber jabber.
. . . . . entries for 24.6.05 . . . . .
I rediscovered Xenogears today, and it is amazing. <3 Just died fighting Ramsus, damn him, so. . . yeah. Taking a break to immerse myself in the intrawebs.
I now have a phone message from Mrs. Black asking where to send the pizza. xD Huzzah! Were it up to me, I would turn down the pizza offer, 'cause the exam was too damn easy. My parents shan't allow it, however. o.o So I get my pizza.
I wish I knew what I got on my other two tests. Oh well - I'll learn when I get my report card, I s'pose.
It's going to be really goddamn hot tomorrow. Glad I'm laying siege to Colin's air conditioned home. :) I wish someone would tell me how David's party went. I still don't get why I wasn't invited - someome tell me that, too, please? xD
. . . . . entries for 23.6.05 . . . . .
I have decided that I hate anime. Hate hate hate hate hate. It depresses me and leaves me in an incredibly bored sort of slump. It makes me think weird things. I do not like it. I do not like it at all.
When Erin is incredibly boredepressed, she plays dress-up to get her mind off of things, but it has an annoying tendency to just make her remember things. I remember when I got the make-up on the neckline of this dress a few months ago, and I do not think I will ever wash it off, because it reminds me that it was real. The color looks better with my reacquired freckles, although it might look better still if I took off my eye of Horus. I do not really want to take it off, however, because it reminds me of things too.
Maybe I'll paint my face, as well. I need something to occupy me, even if it's something silly.
The Escaflowne movie was impressively bad. -.- Ugh! Maybe I should watch Trigun, or *something* with a satisfying ending. Maybe I should talk to someone. If only there were someone to talk to. Blaaaah.
This summer is going to be ridiculous.
Wow, I'm a little behind on things. o.O People are talking about the Math B on my tagboard before I even bothered to blog on it.
Yeah, it wasn't that hard, I thought. It seems as if there were muchly varied perceptions on the damn thing, but I'm pretty sure I got an A, anyway. The proof was dumb. Like, really dumb. Oh well. Stockwell said they were merciful on grading proofs, so I guess I should hope for the best.
Enough of that. It's summer. I don't care. I am furious. I am furious at Escaflowne. ZOMG. >.< WHO DOES THAT!? Ah man. I'm not going to say exactly what happened that I am so goddamn mad at, but yes, I am very mad at my Escaflowne DVDs right now, and I might have to watch the movie in the hope that it will dispell it, even though it probably won't. But. . . ugh. o.o Anime characters make no sense. Gaaaah.
It *is* summer, and at this point I have no excuse not to talk summer plans with people. From where I'm standing, looks like the renaissance fair for the weekend before the fourth is a no go, so I shall just run off to Binghamton instead? That's the impression I got - Cas, correct me if I am wrong, which I may well be.
So here's the deal. I have classes Monday through Thursday starting July 5th, going 'til August 10th. So for all that time, I am booked. Likewise, I have X-C (tentatively; the way things are going, I am getting kind of discouraged with the idea of running as a full-time commitment) from August 15 until sometime in November.
More specifically, I am going to see Charlie and the other CTKs for Penzance and, hopefully, a couple weeks before that. The way I'd understand it, I'd be staying first at Mikey's and, for Penzance, at Vera's. I would go earlier were Charlie not going to boys' state for a stupidly long period of time. Loser. -.- I'll probably go to girls' state next year, which just makes it worse, since I, y'know, can't yell at him too much for it. Blah. (Watch me not get invited. I'm probably not enough of a model student/human being, and as we know, Charlie is so very perfect. :P)
I think that stupid cartoon has cast a dark shadow over my mood. o.o I need to dispell it somehow. Help!
. . . . . entries for 22.6.05 . . . . .
I figured these incredibly amusing messages would eventually be lost through the wonders of the tagboard, so I figured I'd blog them so I could always sift through the archives to find them. xD They are with reference to Charlie's blog, which had a postless era from April to June.
CORONOR: THIS BLOGGE IS HEREBY PROCLAIMED DEAD BY THE WORLDE MUNICIPAL BLOGGEAGE AUTHORITY.
When it revived, this message appeared.
UNDEADE HUNTRE: THIS BLOGGE IS HEREBY PROCLAIMED UNDEAD BY THE BUREAU FOR THE INVESTIGATION OF PARANORMAL PHENOMENA. BEWARE: ZOMBIE BLOGGES HAVE A HISTORY OF CONSUMING BRAINNES.
I, naturally, have not the slightest who is responsible for this, but whoever it is is most certainly very amazing and probably my sister.
Done with bio. . . until college. xD Ticking 'em off. Tomorrow, I will not be done with math, but I *will* be done with Regents exams for a year and academics for the summer, kind of, until July 5th.
. . . right, so tomorrow is a very false end indeed, but at least I get a week or two to do nothing. o.o
Today's exam went well, though, and it is quite lovely out and threatening rain, just the way I like it. Learned from Dad today that I may have a chronic medical condition the nature of which is pretty much unknown which gives me stabbity pains in my ribs with no provocation, somewhat like running cramps. If this is the case, I think I may pull a Beeman and pull out of cross country for sensible reasons. o.O My dad has had this condition for a long time, maybe his entire life, I'm not sure, but no one has ever quite figured out what it is. (I blame agent orange, possibly because it's one hell of a handy scapegoat, but that doesn't quite satisfactorily explain how Cas and I may have it too.)
Ugh.
. . . . . entries for 21.6.05 . . . . .
I'm done with World History. For a while. Until college. xD That went well, which I guess is to be expected. I think I can officially count global history under my list of geek specialties at this point. (It's a grievously short list. Oh well.)
I have felt chronically lethargic lately. Like. . . I dunno whether it's the heat, or me eating too much or something, but oh man. I need more sleep than I've been getting. After Regents, this will stop being a problem, since I have nothing to do at all. Nothing in the morning, anyway. I actually appear to have a little bit of a social life planned, which is thrilling - but then, this is only the case if you believe D&D constitutes a social life.
I wish I could tell if people are kidding or not when they say jerkish things. o.O If you're reading this, this almost definitely has nothing to do with you, but yeah. Just a thought.
My dad is coming home tonight. Wahoo.
. . . . . entries for 20.6.05 . . . . .
I look pretty in white, I have decided - at least, when I have a tan.
This moment of randomness brought to you by the mirrors of the Sherman household. :P
So yeah, SAT II scores are available online today. I just got mine. Biology proved, indeed, to be less "my subject" than world history - I got a 740 in bio, 800 in World. Then again, I was kind of cackling maniacally during the World test because it was so easy. So. Y'know. xD
Still delighted. Wheehee!
. . . . . entries for 19.6.05 . . . . .
Holy shit, Charlie blogged! O.O
Happy Father's Day, too. <3 Hope all of the young lads put off becoming fathers a little while longer, and the older ones enjoy the company of their little ones.
Working on Math B practice junk, finally. -.- About time. Not hard, just tedious. Blah.
. . . . . entries for 18.6.05 . . . . .
Ahem.
A, for Aphrodesiac:
One Thursday, at tea with the Vicar,
Maud's maidenhood disappeared quicker
Than the blink of an eye
When he dripped Spanish Fly
In her tea, and she prayed him to prick her!
Our house is filled with wonders - including, as it were, the Gentleman's Alphabet Book.
So. I found the soundtrack to Pirates of Penzance, in all its two-CDs-long glory. I am uploading the entire damn thing onto iTunes as I type. Har har.
It's going to take a while. o.O
I also found How the Irish Saved Civilization (in both hardback and softcover!). Actually, my mother found all of this stuff, but I helped her, kind of. Y'know. Sortakindamaybe.
Today's been a pretty awful day, so hopefully Penzance shall help. It's good old fashioned classical music, or at least, the ridiculously long overture is. The kind of tune and instrumentation which promotes brain activity. Yuck; I want to do something mindless. Oh well. I guess I'll live.
Blogging during my break between intensive sessions of housework. I suppose having a clean environment for once is as good a Father's Day present as any. xD Ah man. It's a cool day. I should go running. Jogging. Walking. Whatever I can manage. :P
If we had been thinking, I would be in Binghamton this weekend. Grar.
. . . . . entries for 17.6.05 . . . . .
So, usually I have more descriptive, singular iMoods, but the fact is. . . I am just happy tonight. A warning for some of my less ridiculous blog-readers: below lies a pretty weird post which is pretty hard to follow and pretty random and pretty disgustingly intelligentsia-like, so feel free to skip it and pretend this moment never happened. o.O
I am happy because I am sane, no, because *we* are sane, in an insane world. Because talking to you reminds me that I'm not entirely in control of my own destiny; that I can only act within my abilities, and beyond that, it is up to others. It is up to the world to prove to me that my dreams are possible. It is up to them to prove to me that they are not sheep, that they are thinking creatures who will follow a hawk, because it can see what lies ahead, instead of a shepherd, who self-importantly believes that it knows the look of something that it cannot see.
And if they are just sheep, well, I guess I'll teach world history. God knows some of them mustn't be sheep, and some of them must understand that we have to work to become better to avoid falling into the traps of the past. There is always a smaller way to do something good and to be remembered.
It's just that I want to believe, however silly it is, that the flock will find it in their little wool-covered hearts to follow a hawk. Just once.
"In our minds, we have always existed, because we can't remember *not* existing, because we didnt exist to experience our lack of existence."
Boyfriends were made to have deep, intellectual conversations with. <3 Love you, Charlie. Even if you are incredibly entrenched in music and incredibly, incredibly stricken with undiagnosed dual-personality disorder.
. . . . . entries for 16.6.05 . . . . .
Cassie, if and when you read this, call me (at a reasonable hour) to talk about whatever is going on with the renaissance fair/Charlie. I'll forget if I don't blog it. >.<
You are Proverbs.
Which book of the Bible are you?
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Hm.
So Vera has a blog now. Wooo. ::waves a little flag:: It's pretty, and involves buttons, ANDVERAIAMNOTTHEPRETTIERONESHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPGOD! -.-
Yes. Nicole's party was fun, even if I'm not much into the laser tag scene. Matt did that thing he does, like, when he harasses me for a couple of hours, then's all like, "don't leave me!" What's up with that? -.- Nikki seemed happy with her presents, so that is good, and all is well.
I'm writing like Veronica. Damn it. o.O
. . . . . entries for 15.6.05 . . . . .
Wow, I'm not addicted to Escaflowne or anything.
Oh man, kids - waiting for official classes to end so I can run down, get my vase from Hirota, then go to Friendly's with the gang. And not eat anything. Because I've eaten a lot of random junk food today. o.O Ew.
Katie is here. Hi, Katie. We've been taking ridiculous Quizilla thingies for the past, oh, half hour. I love wasting my life. Not really.
Hm.
Yes. Off with me. I'll find something semi-worthwhile to do.
. . . . . entries for 14.6.05 . . . . .
Do you ever try on pretty old clothes for no reason?
I do.
I have grown up rather a lot since Snowball last year. I think the dress looks much better on me now. :P
Yeah, that being said, took a long afternoon nap and am therefore not tired. It's about half past ten. I don't have any real finals tomorrow anyway, just the bio thing, which is just a really big test anyway. Pfaw. I laugh in the face of big tests.
It's uncanny; the dress just. . . goes with everything so well.
So. I didn't die in my sleep. That's good.
Bio, Latin and English all went fairly well. The immune system was not on the bio test, which was disappointing since I friggin' memorized the cell designations and processes. -.- Ugh. Oh well. I still kicked that test's ass. Latin test was pretty dull, my English essay was pretty dead boring but should get me an A nonetheless. I really wish the only thing on the final hadn't been that essay. Essays are a gamble, in my mind, because no matter what one's teacher says or what's written in the rubric. . . it's a matter of opinion.
Meh. I hope Mr. Allen thinks my essay is an A too. o.O
Now I sleep. Goodnight.
. . . . . entries for 13.6.05 . . . . .
Chest pains and other assorted miseries. A very bad way to feel the night before two final exams and one quasifinalthing. Ugh.
Should definitely be studying. I hate studying. A lot. -.- Ugh.
So yeah, I had my German final and a lot of fluff in school today. It was good. The final was reasonable, the fluff was enjoyable, the weather was ridiculous.
I am presently burning a CD of many of the songs I have a habit of getting stuck in my head. This is the playlist. I did not bother to put it in any special order, it is just there.
Skin by Collective Soul
Gel by Collective Soul
Young Americans by David Bowie
Rebel Rebel by David Bowie
Modern Love by David Bowie
Special by Garbage
I Think I'm Paranoid by Garbage
Slide by the Goo Goo Dolls
Sad Sweetheart of the Rodeo by Harvey Danger
Cinders and Smoke by Iron and Wine
Aqualung by Morcheeba
Otherwise by Morcheeba
Monkey Gone to Heaven by the Pixies
Subbacultcha by the Pixies
Such Great Heights by the Postal Service
Somebody to Love by Queen
Beautiful Ones by Suede
Ashes of American Flags by Wilco
Jesus, Etc. by Wilco
Impossible Dream from Man of la Mancha
Yes. :P
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Go me!
Wow, this is a little creepy. o.O Cat lovers everywhere, be afraid!
. . . . . entries for 12.6.05 . . . . .
I think, if I had some kind of insect following me for the next couple of months, I would actually never stop running. Fzcking summertime and flying buzzing things!! >.<
"I bet, if we started now, we could rock all of his important clothing off upon seeing you."
Dan Earle is an amazing boy, who looks exceedingly snazzy in prom attire.
Also: things are looking up for the siege of Mr. Lintz's home. Nothing is set in stone yet, naturally, but damn, it *would* be a nice birthday present. Maybe between now and then I can run away to Washington and chill with my sister. *That* would be an excellent summer.
Uwa, studying today, theoretically. I also have homework. What. The. Hell. Homework!? >.< I have finals tomorrow! . . . and by finals, I mean just one final, but damn it. Homework!!!? Gah!
. . . . . entries for 11.6.05 . . . . .
Still conforming. :P
Here's something... just for laughs. Try it out yourself!
Type your name with your...
Fingers: Erin
Nose: 349h
Elbows: erio nm
Chin: eriknb
Eyes closed, with one finger: erb
Mouse: erin
Wrist: erin
Heels: ee33r4i8hhb
Yesss. <3
So, wow, my sleep schedule is weird. Enough about that, though. After thinking about what I wanted to do today (nevermind what I actually need to do; responsibility is for losers), I decided I really should watch some Escaflowne, since I, y'know, have had it since Christmas. So I did.
And damn it! I hate how I actually *like* the stupid romantic pentagram or whatever the hell it is at this point. It's drawing me in. Aaaah. I hate it. I don't want to become an otaku again. >.<
Well, damn, kids. It's almost two in the morning and I just woke up from my afternoon nap. -.- I was tired. I guess I'll just go back to bed now, since there are no nighthawks afoot this evening. Ugh. What a waste.
. . . . . entries for 10.6.05 . . . . .
Conform! Do it now!
10 Random Facts About Me
10. I collect puppets and pendants
9. I am infatuated with my most recently acquired rings
8. I worship hope
7. I do a lot of things I don't want to do
6. I slip into German frequently
5. I dry roses from memorable occasions
4. I am bent on going to college in the D.C. area
3. I dislike boys and girls, but not people
2. I used to write good poetry
1. My morals don't matter to anyone but me
9 Places I've Visited
9. Dublin (Ireland)
8. Quebec
7. Binghamton
6. Annapolis
5. Washington, D.C.
4. New York City
3. Boston
2. Virginia Beach
1. Maine
8 Things I Want To Do Before I Die
8. Read the Bible in ancient Greek
7. Teach world history
6. Revolutionize and moralize American politics
5. Vacation in Prague
4. Become less of a weakling
3. Learn to speak German fluently
2. Light up the life of a stranger
1. Marry Charlie Hyland
7 Ways To Win My Heart (heheh. yeah.)
7. Don't be a boy
6. Don't be a girl
5. . . . and, following, just be a human being
4. Believe in the impossible
3. Know what's important
2. Sing to me
1. Argue intelligently with me
6 Things I Believe In
6. It doesn't matter if there's a god
5. The philosopher king
4. The leap of faith
3. The social contract
2. Every life is sacred
1. Love is worth everything
5 Things I'm Afraid Of
5. Samara from The Ring
4. Death
3. Failure/screwing up
2. Things I can't change
1. Losing those I love
4 Of My Favorite Items In My Bedroom
4. Jezebel, my eMac
3. CTY lanyards, especially the red one with Mr. Meep on it
2. Waterbed >.>
1. Sandman series
3 Things I Do Everyday
3. Try to stay sane
2. Try to help people
1. Try to get all my work done
2 Things I'm Trying Not To Do Right Now
2. Be overly sappy
1. Play videogames and go crazy asocial
1 Person I Want To See Right Now
1. Oh, fuck, I just *said* I wasn't going to be overly sappy. -.- Er. . . how about Cassie? I haven't seen you in ages, o sister of mine.
Wow, I'm not a nostalgia freak. Just don't look at this post if such things bother you. o.O
Not I, said the Erin. I do not look at pictures too much at *all.*
. . . . . entries for 9.6.05 . . . . .
Twelve miles at a stretch by August. I'm going to start training right after finals.
Oh man! I am at the library, chilling in between my X-C meeting (I am going to die I am going to die I am going to die)
And Natalie wants to tell you something:
".. .elongated trouser snake :DDD"
You lovable freak, you.
Anyway. Yes. Between X-C and painting faces for the drama kids' final, I shall be hanging around the school, maybe doing homework if I have it with me; so forth. Maybe I'll run in circles a little, because I still have that goddamn non-painful, just annoying leg cramp thing going on. Graaaaah. I blame the Mountain Dew. >.< It is not worth the caffeine rush or extra waking hours, damn it.
. . . . . entries for 8.6.05 . . . . .
Proof that my playlist is schizophrenic in addition to psychic: from a melancholy song by a laptop feedback-ridden indie band, we go to The Impossible Dream. Why yes. The programs in the irridescent purple boxes are your friends, dear iTunes.
I think the thunderstorm might be coming for real this time. So. Don't be surprised if I suddenly disappear from AIM. xD Pretty sunset right now.
Oh yeah, and Neal is captain of debate. Go him. Apparently his other opponents were rather embittered about his victory. Embittered or otherwise, I've learned to suck it up. Sucking it up is a good policy, kids. We don't like people who complain.
So I got my class ring and working papers today. I feel like such a high school student. o.O It's ridiculous. Also today, I picked up my summer reading for APUSH and worked on a poster for my Cthulhu presentation on Friday with Sir Colin. Go me.
My mother bought me a Beanie Baby for the first time in a couple years. His name is Legend, and he is a purple dragon not entirely unlike Spyro (but almost). He is very adorable, and his tag poem declares him to be a lady's dragon. See!
"Many tales have been told
Of ladies fair in days of old
Some say the knight would win the day
But this dragon says, 'no way!'" . . .
'cause this dragon is smokin', if you know what I'm talkin' about.
So bad. Anyway. Tomorrow is X-C, makeup crew, and Colin's final. And studying for Latin, assuming I feel like studying for Latin. On top of whatever other homework I end up having. Y'know. Normal end-of-the-year grind, I guess. I haven't been much aware of it until this week. xD I guess it's about time, eh?
. . . . . entries for 7.6.05 . . . . .
What the hell, iTunes did it again - I've had I'm Just Talking About Tonight stuck in my head *all day* and it pulled it up, first click of the pretty triangular button.
And what the hell, my computer screen is covered in pollen from the open window. o.O It looked dusty so I wiped it off, and it was all yellow. Ewww, plant sperm.
Cross Country meeting on Thursday, getting my APUSH summer reading assignment tomorrow. I should go to the Math B review tomorrow morning, but I. . . don't want to. Shocker. Hm. Maybe I'll be responsible on my own? . . . seems unlikely, but hell. I'll see what I can do.
Next school year will, in fact, kill me. It will kill me dead.
. . . . . entries for 6.6.05 . . . . .
Okay, so I signed on to Blogger mostly to see how off my computer time was. It is, in fact, several minutes fast, which is how I like it. I checked because my power went out today following a brief but *ridiculous* storm that just brushed by me. It's sad, I want a proper thunderstorm.
It's cooled off, though, and I had a pleasant, candlelit, Lovecraft-reading vigil/nap for a few hours while the wind was a'howlin'. I have decided I don't like Lovecraft all that much, really, even if his followers tend to be hilarious people. It's kind of like a cultish, dark Napoleon Dynamite in print; fun to talk about, painful to experience. Your mom goes to R'lyeh. >.>
And now it's nearly ten at night. So I should knock it off with the slacking thing. Yes. I think I shall.
Sooo I'm in the library, because it's miserably hot in the non-air conditioned regions of the school. I have gym next (imagine my unending joy!) and then my speaking exam, for which I've been quasi-studying all day. o.O I hope I don't crash and burn.
Last week of school. It feels pretty weird.
. . . . . entries for 5.6.05 . . . . .
Hey, kids, and happy Monday. xD Just finished my book review, and it is fantastic. You try writing a historical perspective review on a comic book. Just try it. I dare you. It's no easy task.
Aaaand I have tons of other work to do. Damn it. o.O I feel better, though. Talking to people makes things better. Caffeine makes things better.
Buggering. . . I have my German speaking exam tomorrow, too. So bad. Oh well. . . es geht, wie es geht.
Ah, bugger all. Today feels like it's going worse than it has any right to feel.
To my left, there is a pristine and ivy-free window, and I do not like it very much - maybe because I associate it with being snowed upon by twigs, dead leaves, and tiny spiders. Indeed, I spent about two hours of my life holding the ladder for my father today whilst he "denuded" (his word, not mine) the house of the pretty green ivy. It looks confused now, since there is still some ivy left where it did not offend him. It does not know whether to be barren or lush, and it's kind of sad.
My yard is so pretty in the springtime. I would not mind just. . . staying here, in this season, in good company, for quite a while.
Last night or, if we want to be proper, this morning, I had a dream that I killed someone. Never before have I had such a dream and, looking back, it was completely absurd for all sorts of reasons; still, when I woke up, I lay there for a long time, hoping, praying it had been, in fact, just a dream.
. . . . . entries for 4.6.05 . . . . .
I took the SAT IIs several hours ago, and have been mostly asleep ever since. The kind of atmosphere currently filling the second floor of my house just beckons one to bed and to dreams.
In the past hour or so I have disciplined myself to *not* fall asleep, and to instead read more Lovecraft. It does get a bit monotonous after a while, and as my mother has pointed out, a few of the details in his stories pang of the racism which was afoot during his lifetime. She hates reading him because of this. I've been trying to see around it, but now that she's gone and pointed it out to me, I'm getting to like it less too. -.- Bugger.
. . . . . entries for 3.6.05 . . . . .
INSANITY INDEX 6.43 Your SaniTest(TM) score indicates that you are utterly haywire. Your neural circuitry seems to be badly misfiring, with frightening and/or hilarious effects. You may find yourself capable of superhuman strength as a side effect, but don't count on it. Others who scored at this level include entertainer Wayne Newton and skateboarding legend Tony Hawk.
I love the HPLHS. So much. xD
So, um, clearly my Link owns your Link.
N00bs. . . you don't even *remember* old school.
Dan's sidebar-linkthing now leads to his livejournal, instead of his blog, which is dead. In case you missed that.
Trying to decide whether I should beat something, run around my house with my eyes closed, or write something angry. I don't think I have enough creative juice this evening to try the latter rightly and properly.
Maybe I'll throw Jezebel into the pond.
Maybe it's good to get boiling mad at nothing to speak of every now and then.
Anyway. It's the weekend, except for the fact that I don't get a weekend this weekend. Ugh. I won't get much of one next weekend, either. After that I get a few days of downtime before most of my Regentsy things. Buggering Regents. Why is our state, our country, our planet so fucking high on standardized tests? All they do is encourage the production of standardized minds.
Rant, rave, angry-youth grumbles. Humbug.
I should be studying.
. . . . . entries for 2.6.05 . . . . .
Buggering! . . . mmkay, well, my iChat is working again, anyway. -.- Part of me wishes my computer had a legitimate reason to go fucking nuts on me. Oooh well.
Well, webmail is working fine, which leaves me devoid of explanation insofar as my bitchy iChat and AIM are concerned.
So. Now I'm in computer-related stress mode. It sucks. A lot. In fact, computer-related stress is one of my least favorite things in the universe. It makes me think I harbor a demon in the pretty white plastic shell on my desk. It kind of makes me want to kill something. o.O
If I am not online, you know why.
*Wow,* this is pissing me the hell off. I think I'm going to call Cassie and ask her what is going on. o.O
Wow, my AIM and iChat are totally cracked out right now. o.o It likes me not.
. . . . . entries for 1.6.05 . . . . .
Hey, guys - remember this?
Good times. xD
So close to the end. I can almost taste it. o.o . . . the final exams *may* just kill me.
come home?
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