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Stupid emoness alleviated somewhat. And I repeat: I am a stupid teenager. I am a stupid teenager. I am a stupid wishy-washy teenager. Blaaaah.
Earlier this evening I took a moment to apologize to Jesus Christ for using His name in vain so much. -.- I don't think I'd like it if people screamed "ERIN SHERMAN!" whenever they were pissed off.
I suppose I do have reasons to be. . . whatever I am. I refer to it, affectionately, as "teenaged." I hope the next four years or so come quickly so my godsforsaken easily-angst'd self will die, leaving a creature mostly operated by logic. Don't even know if that will solve my problems, though, and that's damn frustrating. They do say a happy childhood isn't worth your time.
Sorry for the, y'know, vague emospeak. I've been reprimanded for talking about my negative emotions and their consequences on my blog before, so that's why this entry reads so very badly. Do me a favor and don't helpfully inform people who don't regularly read my blog of its contents. o.O It's, uh, underhanded and pangs of mistrust. Mmyep.
I have compsci to do! Is it getting done? Noooo. I can do it anytime before five tomorrow, and will accordingly slack off to my heart's content this evening because I can't fucking concentrate anyway.
Music celebrating my societal-expectations-can-go-fuck-themselves mood now featured in my sidebar. :P Blah. It's not even like I have a *reason* to go all teenaged-angry.
Natalie: Operating under the naive hope that you actually read my blog, IM me. We must talk of running away to Binghamton for a few days sometime in August. This post is mostly here as a sort of stickynote to myself, so I won't forget to talk to you, o lovable strange one. :P
Mikey: Yeah, I know you probably don't read my blog - more notes-to-self really. I need to call you about going down to Binghamton, with Natalie or without. Uggy buggy.
You-know-who-you-are: By this point, I am bloody sick of being responsible, and would as soon run off somewhere with you as stay and be successful but miserable. What is it with life and it hating us, anyway? Grr.
Just got back and showered from a rollicking almost-24-hours in the company of the ladies Whinnery and Bencze. Saw the end of FFVIII again. I love it so much. xD Much steamy lesbian sex too, of course, as always happens when three or more girls gather in one place - as everyone knows.
So now I am going to go eat something disgusting at Fresno's. When I get home, I must do my godsforsaken compsci and start one of my AP Studio projects - probably the draw and erase because I am a lazy, uncreative little bastard. Yes. Yes I am.
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See the sidebar? Good. We're getting somewhere. Scroll down. Click on Elle's name. Right, good. Now read her blog. READ IT.
That is all I have to say to you. :P
So the word oneiromancy is pretty cool - yes, yes it is.
Anyway, got up at seven today - one of my weekend days goddamn it - to go to breakfast with Susan, who is probably mowing her lawn right now. She is going to Kentucky today. Have fun, Susan. :) Starbucks was tasty, as always. Maybe I'll try the green tea frappucino next time. o.O So weird.
Scheming events for a week from today. So far it appears that there shall be AU, a meet-Erin party, mall-roving, and history-nerding. I love the D.C. area, partially (and by partially I mean quite a lot) because my sister is down there and my sister is pretty nifty. Also because it is pretty, there is beautiful weather, there are politicians to throw rocks at and to usurp, and good colleges to lay siege to. Mmyes. (I still think I'd really like Cornell. xD I really should apply to Jon Stewart's school, too - I think it's in the Carolinas somewhere.)
Colin, you know you want to call me.
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Best. Thing. EVER.
You tell me - why wasn't I born during one of the countless years when my body type was in style? >.< Venus has my goddamn hips! Why!? How!?
Every time I go practice driving, my mother becomes progressively closer to keeling over of a heart attack. She cannot stop yelling at me. Yelling does not help. At all. Ugh.
I laugh to keep from having an aneurysm and dying.
This is fucking hilarious. Okay. So I'm on Gaia. You may or may not be aware, but there's a rule that you can't be bitchy about trade titles in avatar contests - it's a reportable offense. I inform this guy who's running a contest that he can't say this in the header of his contest, and he says "get a life." He then IMs me, and this conversation ensues.
guy: whats against the rules?
me: taking incorrectly titled trades as donations.
guy: guess what get a life, look at you all you do is play gaia, why does it matter to you that much?
me: . . . wow, dude.
I'm just pointing something out to you.
you know nothing about me. xD
guy: well fuck you
me: pfft. xD
well, just know that your contest is fucked now.
guy: yea
me: everyone on the thread knows the rules.
guy: oh no im so scared
i dont get to do a contest oh no
me: yes, I can sense it. :P terrified.
your world is crumbling around you.
you could just like. . . change it. y'know?
guy: ?
me: no reason to be bitchy about it.
guy: HAHA THATS ALL YOU DO IS PLAY GAIA, DEAD SERIOUS YOU HAVE NO LIFE LOOK AT YOU YOUR ALL PUTTING ALL THESE GAY ASS SMILEY THINGS IN YOUR SHIT AND YOUR ACTING ALL LIKE GAIA, GET A LIFE YOU WORTHLESS WHORE
me: I'm sure you have tons of friends with an attitude like that.
really. you assume so much.
guy: wow that was a horrible insult
me: I'm not trying to insult you, man.
just saying.
you're the one who's being hostile.
guy: your retarded get a life you kno that u dont have one exept for gaia
hostile? SHUT THE FUCK UP STEP INTO THE REAL WORLD
me: right, which is why I'm taking college classes at age sixteen, volunteering, and going to the movies with my friends on Friday. xD
guy: dumbass (comment from Erin: I thought this was particularly appropriately placed. xD)
me: I totally live on Gaia.
guy: ohh wow school isnt that awsome knoing WE ALL HAVE TO DO IT FUCKER
me: . . . might you just stop talking to me, since you're clearly incapable of being pleasant or even neutral?
guy: omg shut the fuck up with all your litterate words talk like a human
me: I'm talking like a human.
you're talking like an asshole. (edit: oh snap! xD)
guy: your talking like a stuck up ass hole with no life exept gaia
me: . . . yup, I'm done talking to you.
not worth it.
guy: wow your cool you kno u dont have a life
And that is the typical teenaged youth of today, kids. Aren't you glad you aren't one of them? As an extra special note to all of you, his AIM is spike14072 and his Gaia username is -SHiBBY-WiBBY-. If you ever see him, just. . . don't talk to him. At all. o.O Not worth your time.
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Whaaat? xD
The following is a typical correspondence from myself to Colin. I find this one to be particularly entertaining - so entertaining I want to post it. xD I won't send the body of what he writes out of respect for his privacy, but I always just ramble on anyway.
It always starts with an interrogatory paragraph. This is from Colin, to me.
Do you beleive acquisition of knowledge is stemmed by observation or belief? Or both? Are you immune? Have your performed any miracles today? If I were a boss in a video game what level would I have? If you were a boss in a video game what level would you have? Is Chinese food really Chinese? Do think Arnold Schwarzenegger rocks? Why does anyone need to be in a serious relationship right now? Is Bush killing babies?
My answers:
It depends on what kind of knowledge we're talking about. I think the most important type, that which is emotional, intellectual and spiritual, has to come first from belief, then from observation - hammering home every moment what you have known from the moment you allowed yourself to think about it. Mundane, scientific knowledge can come from observation alone, but who needs it?
I am immune to little if anything. I'm immune to sweat and the things associated with it, and I am working on building up an immunity to myself. It is not going very quickly, but it is going. Eventually, even if I will be incapable of being the Desire of those around me, I'll at least be able to control myself.
No miracles today, no. Unless you count cooking macaroni (and causing my father to pitch a fit about something burning although nothing was) or waking up at six to volunteer and take my damn compsci test. That went decently, there was a fire drill in the middle of it, and my prof made some ridiculous error that caused the annoying part of a question to be chopped out, so all that comprises the miracle of the CS1 Test Take Two. It was not my doing, however. (On a completely different note, I agree with you that we are all Jesus. icon_razz.gif People are lazy, but if any of us particularly felt up to the challenge, we could be the next Saviors.)
Whoa. Hm. Well, it depends on what kind of video game. If we're talking a platformer or related genre, in which almost all bosses are pretty tough and pretty obvious, I'm thinking you'd be at the end of that almost-final level where everything moves a lot because some wizard or other that you have to zap is controlling it. It's full of strange, psychic things and takes some serious figuring out. The boss ends up being an amicable fellow who just likes magic, and didn't know he was causing you so much trouble in the first place, but gets rather miffed when the hero refuses to leave him alone to cook with turmeric and faerie dust. You would attack by throwing burning globules of curry and bad karma.
In a similar sort of game, I'd be a mid-game boss lying in wait after a level full of stupid puzzles that cause the player to curse at the television, throw the controller, and look up the answers online. I would either take the form of an illusory something controlled by a gadfly that would cause a loud, obnoxious buzzing noise, or a sphinx - or possibly a triple boss consisting of three women with one eye between them. Regardless, there would be some bad mythohistorical reference in there, and the boss would constantly ask introspection-inducing riddles. Through answering a mess of these conundrums correctly, one could become exempt from beating me the hard way and make me an ally - kind of like the end of Chrono Cross.
Chinese food is not really Chinese; it is the American perception of the Far East in its entirety. That does not make it any less tasty.
Yes. Arnold Schwarzenegger rocks. If you really want to know why, ask me, it's kind of a long answer and I think you've heard it already.
No one needs to be in a serious relationship right now. For that matter, serious relationships are a pain in the ass, as I should well know. I was talking about the grand long term. I can't imagine Greg ever really being dutiful and sincere to a woman, but I suppose he will grow up eventually.
If Bush is killing babies, he is assuredly under the impression he is sending them medical and nutritional aid along with the corporeal manifestations of love and democracy. This is what Cheney, Rove and Rumsfeld are telling him, and he always believes them, because they are his friends and they would never lie to him - not even if they lie to the rest of the world, and so what if they did that one time? Their intentions were good.
And it ends with a paragraph of questions from me to him:
Which is your favorite character of Sergeant Shaftoe, Lawrence P. Waterhouse and Randy Waterhouse and why? Which do you relate to the most? Why don't you like thinking questions? How can I deflate my goddamn ego? How can I force myself to be productive? Why amn't I well-balanced like you are? Do you agree with my guesses as to our boss-ish natures? If we were Squeenix playable characters, in the same game or otherwise, which archetypal roles would we fill? Is fact stranger than fiction?
We're strange kids. xD
Exam was okay, harder than the last one, and I kind of BSed the question on the dice class because I don't remember the function syntaxes. -.- We also had a fire drill in the middle of the test. I was surprised I finished in time, but I did with a few minutes to spare. I doubt I did exceptionally well, but I probably got a B of some sort.
It is such a beautiful day. I got a postcard from Coach Sharkey today, continuing to make me feel guilty about not running X-C. >.o Bugger all. I have enough crap to do as is.
Buggery. Test in a few minutes, and I am reminded by my conscience-thing that I have a lot to do before September. I must:
1. Pass compsci.
2. Finish reading Crypto and two other books.
3. Read and take notes on the summer chapters for APUSH.
4. Create five artworks in diverse mediums on BIG PAPER.
5. Go back to Binghamton.
6. Remain sane.
Buggery buggery buggery.
So I have an exam tomorrow (and by tomorrow I mean in nine and a half hours), and I took a really damn long nap this afternoon. Grades are so overrated anyway. :P
It is such a glorious summer night. I will sleep well, when I get 'round to it. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on Saturday, a possible dinner date with Susan on Friday. I have heard tell that Colin might want to rock the Cowboy Bebop on Sunday. In spite of my ramblings that may seem to indicate something to the contrary, I do like Niskayuna and the people in it. :P
. . . . . entries for 27.7.05 . . . . .
Edit: It's funny because I got two points higher than Charlie did. xD
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Whoaman. xD No, I'd definitely die, but that's okay. Best case scenario, maybe I'd survive. A little. >.>
| Disorder | Rating |
| Paranoid: | Low |
| Schizoid: | Moderate |
| Schizotypal: | Moderate |
| Antisocial: | Low |
| Borderline: | Low |
| Histrionic: | Moderate |
| Narcissistic: | Moderate |
| Avoidant: | Moderate |
| Dependent: | Low |
| Obsessive-Compulsive: | High |
-- Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Information -- | |
Natalie, I love you for giving me so many amazing quizthings. xD I am so OCD, woo.
Okay, Josh Groban is a pansy. He also has a pretty voice and shiver-inducing lyrics. So stop making fun of me. >.<
It's really fucking hot here, and I am waiting on a storm that does not seem to be coming. It is frustrating. I do not want to go downstairs because it will be cooler, and then I will have to come back up, and that will suck. In the succinct words of Sir Charles, bleck.
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So you know what, poli sci wouldn't work too well for me, I think. International relations would probably be better. I always was a world history person, not a US person. :P
And you know what? D.C. would be great, but so would New York. We are not a bad state to be in. I think I'd really like Cornell.
So at this point, I am looking at applying to the following colleges, sorted by locale. I may throw in safety schools, but in my mind, St. John's is my safety school. xD
D.C. and Vaguely D.C.-ish Area:
John's Hopkins University
St. John's College Annapolis
Georgetown
New York and New England:
Cornell
Columbia
Sara Lawrence
Yale
Elsewhere:
Chicago University
That goddamn school cluster on the West Coast that my mom is so keen on, whatever it's called
Mwa. And as for major/minor business, I'm thinking double major: international relations and world history, double minor in philosophy and the German language. Because it would totally rock to be the ambassador to Deutschland. Representin', yo.
No dreams last night.
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Moral of the story: Rock Me by Liz Phair is really goddamn catchy.
So today has been the epitome of dull routine. I want to do something cuhRAZY this weekend to balance it out.
So I had this decidedly weird dream last night. I kept on waking up from it, so I'm not feeling particularly well-rested. -.- It was a good sort of dream, overall, though, so no complaining.
Charlie was in it. (Five points if you saw that one coming.) I blame the CTY kids in our bizarre little chatroom for the setting, to a point, because at first it was a decidedly CTY-like setting. I remember getting really mad at my roomie - the same girl from last year - because I was convinced she had switched two charms on my necklaces. (If you know me, you know I've got a thing for shiny new pendants and such.) She hadn't. I was just being an ass.
So, fast forward. I don't know why or how, but it came down to it and it was, in fact, a music camp of some sort. A bunch of kids in the orchestra were worried that a concert was coming up, and they hadn't practiced at all. I remember Charlie and myself were helping out with the behind-the-scenes efforts to set up the concert, proctoring, so forth - I can only assume because neither of us were in the orchestra. The concert was awful. xD Silly band camp kids.
And that was my dream. Off to the ER this morning, I think. o.O . . . I think.
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Compsci makes me giggle, and here is why. It's a pain in my ass. I lose track of what I'm doing and what I yet need to do in the coding process all the time. Why is this good? Because it DOESN'T MATTER. After this summer, I'll probably never have to use C++ again in my life, but I'm still getting college credits for it. It's utterly irresponsible and silly for me to take this class, and at the same time, it is the only sensible thing to do because if I didn't take compsci, I'd waste my scholarship at RPI. For once in my life, it's absurdly pointless or nothing at all.
I love it. xD Now, back to the int daynum (int days, int month, int year) function!
Woo. Lyrics/quote changeage. See Charlie's blog for an amusing snippet taken mostly out of context of a long, fascinating conversation. And that is why I love him. xD
Susan is hot. Observe.
Yeah. Just in case any of you missed my mad crazy photo skills. xD Go me.
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So Colin got me a Cthulhu handpuppet for my birthday. I love that kid. A lot. Especially since Cthulhu is so emo, he cries stars. xD Also: mm-mm delicious curry today, and an amazing video game too. Good times at the Wheeler home.
Tomorrow I do nothing. If you would like me to get off my ass and be social instead, inform me of this conviction, and perhaps you shall move me to do so. :P
Well, my PC sorted itself out, with a little help from CTRL-ALT-DELETE. >.o I have to be at Colin's in under two hours, eat before then, and I was supposed to have my compsci homework done twelve hours ago and I haven't started and it's *bad.* Yes.
Okay, so I hate PCs. My laptop has been rebooting for at least fifteen minutes now from some asinine error involving new settings screwing up the startup process. I picked the earliest damn restore date I could and it is taking *forever* to fix itself. I need my computer for my homework, god damn it. >.< Ugh.
I'm not as angry with it as I usually would be, oddly enough - possibly because I have two computers within thirty feet of one another, and can always find solace in the other if one of them is being bitchy. Funnily enough, Randy (one of the main characters in Crypto) just had a computer problem a few pages ago, albeit of a totally different nature. Sympathizing with nerds within literature makes a literature nerd such as myself happy, it does.
I got invited to an MIT admission-thing today. o.O Freaky. The tech schools want me - or, at least, want me to apply for stats. I have to remind myself frequently that I have not broadcast my intentions of taking over the world to prospective colleges. Silly me.
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Y'know what, I often talk about what a jerk I was in middle school. Looking back on some of my English assignments from seventh grade - basically the closest thing I have to a little capsule of mini-Erin personality - I must say that a lot about me has stayed the same, it's just that I've stopped believing there's anything particularly special about it. I used to be an arrogant little bitch, which is not to say I've grown out of that entirely; I don't think I ever will. It's just that now life means something, and the truths I have believed in all along have been proven to me. I've been given the opportunity, through a few more years on this Earth, to live by them.
Adolescence is a strange thing, it is, it is.
Grr. I hate these nagging annoyances, stupid, stupid things you don't want and can't get rid of. I wonder if they're a teenaged phenomenon, and go away after a while. I'm not talking about homework or parents or what have you, just. . . curiosity. Peeking into the door will eventually get my nose shut in it, I know, but I can't ignore what I feel.
If ever it were come to a conclusion, I have an aching suspicion it would be underwhelming, or enraging, or both. "What I really loved was chasing him, anyway."
Woo vagueness. Will Xenogears cure this? Crypto sure as hell won't, I'll just fall asleep. Maybe Dark Cloud. Maybe Moulin Rouge. Some distraction has got to pull my attention away from that elusive goddamn slice of truth I will never see. Graaaah. >.<
I'm applying what I learned in compsci a couple weeks ago: hexadecimal! Mwahaha!
So how are you today?
Hoohah!
Maybe these colors will be better. xD Sorry for de-Opalfying my blog, Elle, but it really needed to be done.
I wonder if I'll like these colors? xD
Expect a lot of random nonsense posted - the blog refreshes faster if I actually write something as I bugger around with the HTML. Maybe I'll delete it at some point. xD
Doing a little template tweaking today, kids. Let's see if you like it.
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Okay, well, my font decided to stop being screwy. Yaaay. o.O I wonder why it decided to be screwy in the first place.
This outfit (this outfit consisting of low-slung jeans and my pink shirt with the sequin-y heart on it) does horrible, horrible things to my mind, like make it think I'm attractive. What the hell.
The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
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| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very High |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very Low |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Moderate |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Low |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Low |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Low |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Low |
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
I love this test. xD
I do not like my font being screwy, and for some reason I blame my PC laptop for it. This is clearly ridiculous because all I did regarding my blog on the damn laptop was visit it. >.<
What happened to my font? o.O Something is strange here.
Anyway. I LOVE THIS WEATHER. It's eighty degrees, dry, sunny and beautiful. I also love this, amazingly politically incorrect as it is.
Woo.
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And last but not least. We all know Charlie would like life better if he were a scrawny, bishounen anime protagonist. Well, kid, take a look.
And that is all you need to know.
Okay, now my favorites. They're couple shots. (Well damn, SORRY.) First: The pirates!
"Murder, theft, pillage, ravishing."
"Never rape?"
"No. . . see, there were never actually any complaints."
Nerdkate: moderately hotter than the original flavor.
Charlie being furious with Veronica because she pushed him into the lake. Woo!
. . . funny thing is, I pushed him too, and he just took a nap on me while he was trying to warm up later. (He was fucking pissed, and fucking freezing, as he'd have it.) I guess that's what girlfriends are for. :P
Give us a break. It was eight in the morning and we were damn tired.
A dashing picture of Mr. Hyland, with a not-so-dashing bit of Charlie thrown in. We're all kind of wondering what's up with his neck here.
. . . freaky.
After an evening of Batman and havoc-wreaking, here is one picture which would be better as two pictures:
. . . although it does. . . say something, don't it? :P
And now for the pictures of people. I shall begin with me wearing the best shirt ever, on my birthday, at my grandmother's house. My mom said I look like Charlie in this shot. I am terrified to say I see a slight resemblance.
This is the Lintz yard! I do miss my second (or third or fourth or whateverthehellitis) home down in Ye Olde Binghamtonia.
Any boy who looks after a rosebush cannot be all bad.
For those who fancy cheerier song, I have pictures, and a great many of them, too. <3 We start with landscapes. This is from Cape Cod, weekend before last.
They do say that love is a long and winding road, with many potholes. (They never mentioned it being on the Cape Cod National Seashore, but I daresay it ought to be.)
. . . but you know. I have a sinking feeling that my life will continue this way for some time; long periods of hot, muggy weather, then a burst of rain, a brief period of coolness before the humidity sets in again. Sometimes it's welcome. Sometimes it isn't.
My dearest friend: Whenever you're ready for the rain again, if ever you are - I will be waiting for it, in a nonsensical white skirt and an umbrella that I twirl more than hide under, if you want to see me again. I understand this isn't the only front you're watching. Take care.
It is raining, amd I must go outside accordingly and dance.
Oh yeah. Finally got AP results today. Next year I'll be taking two AP exams, which is hella weird, yo. This year, however, I took but one, and got a five in it. Part of me is very happy with this and part of me is grumbly, because now my mother will not let me storm her office and yell at her coworkers for being evil bastards. She said, if I got a one or two on the exam, I could basically throw my life away. It would've been kind of nice, in a terrible, terrible way.
Mostly recovered from my sleepiness. Crypto had a few pages devoted to a math problem a few pages back, however, which kind of alienated me because it's a book, y'know. My free choice book for my summer reading. NOT A FRIGGIN' TEXTBOOK. Gah.
I need my art supplies. -.-
Today is the first day of classes at second session CTY, and I am not there. It's a little weird.
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Thanks to Elle, there is a new section on the sidebar today. Also thanks to a spiffy website full of interesting quotations, which I will give you the URL to if you ask me over AIM, I s'pose. xD
Manifest, while a short song, is a damn good one.
Back from Ye Olde Binghamtonia. Woo. Plans are semi-underway for my favorite CTKs to visit up here, although I think I'd be able to fit three of them at most at my house overnight. o.O Volunteers for CTK-housing are more than welcome. This will be (hopefully) happening at some point in the not-too-distant future, before August 27th, at which juncture Sir Michael Lintz is leaving the high school realm forever to be an EE major at RIT.
Next weekend I am not going out of town, for the first time in three weeks. I want to do stuff with people. So people, contact me if I don't contact you first. (People include especially Shannon, Colin, Natalie and Tina.)
I need to get my goddamn camera developed. I could also use some sleep and maybe some enthusiasm for volunteering/class/driving, but I'm not really finding it right now.
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Yo, I am in Binghamton and Vera is showering, so I am blogging before "the boys" show up and we go somewhere. Show at eight. Possible havoc-wreaking involving one Dan Earle afterwords.
Where in the world is Megh Farell? I have not spoken to that girl in a long time. :(
Vera made me three new bracelets for my birthday, in addition to a Veraesque assortment of candy and pretty pictures on a bowl. I find this incredibly exciting, personally. I need to make myself more bracelets now, 'cause I have five from Vera, two from me and one from my RA at CTY way back when. xD So behind.
And *that* is kinky.
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Today was ridiculous, and it's not over yet!
I was just out driving for the first time, which should imply to y'all that I got my permit, which I did. I, unlike some people, do not drive illegally. :P Mmyes. I think I will like driving. xD
The action of getting the permit itself was ludicrously stressful, and there was absolutely no reason for it. The reason I *thought* existed, was that I needed to come up with four points of identification other than my SS card, was nonexistent because it is the way of the DMV for the parent/guardian to produce the other four points. With their driver's license. Not their working papers, volunteer ID, school ID, report card, or health card - no. I needed none of this. God DAMN it. >.<
So today I had a pounding headache for several hours because of an ID requirement that actually wasn't there. I feel better now, but I think I freaked my mom out driving. Oh my god I went twenty miles per hour, mom! DON'T CRASH! Mom. Be chill. I won't kill you. Promise.
Still need final word from Veronica on Natalie coming to Binghamton, although apparently her mother isn't coming, sadly. :( Also need to pack and do my compsci homework, and remember to occasionally deal with laundry-related issues. Bugger responsibility. I just wanna go visit my boyfriend.
. . . . . entries for 14.7.05 . . . . .
My sidebar lyrics are definitely not referring to Veronica Ripson who I really need to talk to right now. Damn it. xD
Wheeee Ellen!
VERONICA CAN NATALIE COME INSTEAD OF SUSAN!? PLEASE!? HER MOTHER LOVES OPERA AND THEREFORE LOVES CHARLIE SO WE MUST MAKE IT WORK. THANK YOU.
. . . . . entries for 13.7.05 . . . . .
So how about those goddamn AP exam results? o.O Anyone get theirs, ever, or know where to find them? I sure don't.
Yeah, weird day today. Very tired, first CS test tomorrow. Must study. Must also get my TB prick screened tomorrow. Volunteering on the sixth floor again. The ER was, to be concise, very weird but definitely not boring. There are interesting people there. Enough said. xD
Psyched for Penzance! Harry Potter? What's that? Eeeh. I dunno. Folks say my boyfriend looks like him. :P
. . . . . entries for 12.7.05 . . . . .
Oh yeah, I am also going to D.C. the weekend of the fifth for American University visitin'. I also plan to drop on my sister. Just to see how she's doing. Y'know.
If I could scheme up a scheme involving Charlie Hyland coming with me, that would be amazing, but so unlikely I should probably just not talk about it. Forget you read that last sentence. It is dead to you.
Today was a good day, and a thoroughly remarkable day. Just finished watching The Notebook, or most of it, anyway, and I had to make an effort to be a big girl and not cry near the end.
No pictures or Natalie, oddly enough, because it was not a good day for my mom. Rough time at work with people being. . . people. What can I say. Oh well. The Burkechild has her Kingdom Hearts now, so that's good.
My mother knew the perfect man once. In fact, she dated him for eight months. He was a CIA agent, the single most gorgeous human being she'd ever known, and absolutely sweet and innocent. He asked her to marry him. She said no. She did not love him.
Life is funny like that.
Interesting day today. First morning in the cancer ward at Samaritan, which turned out to be more weirdly personal and informative than I could have imagined. Also a crazy weird CS class, filled with IEEE (aaiye!) notation binary. Like whoa!
And that's my life. Tonight there shall be pictures and Natalie Burke. For now, there really ought to be sleep. I'm so tired. -.-
. . . . . entries for 11.7.05 . . . . .
Me: Oh Dan, I love you. xD
Dan: I love me too. . . Wait, I mean, "I love you. . ." no, the first one was right. Just kidding. This conversation's like a whole big. . . . whatever. . . of love.
And I continue to love Dan. xD Wheee!
Whoa, Messiah Dan has a blog, and THAT is amazing.
. . . and it's what I'm afreud of.
Okay, so I was going to quip briefly about how the new sidebar tune is intended as a double entendre, but talking about Howl's Moving Castle and perky songs popping up on the playlist has totally ruined my dark, poetic mood. Zomg I love that movie.
Old stars never die, and by stars I mean annoying social problems. Oh well. Soak up those UV rays, kids, the star is burning bright once more.
Anyway. Small technoemotional breakdown earlier, solved rather quickly, involving PCs, i.e., can be written off easily as the work of evil and not anything permanent or important.
First day of volunteering went well, if it was somewhat uneventful. I had a blob of drying blood on my arm for a little while this morning as a result of my TB screening. It was actually kinda cool. Now the clot has crumbled away and left a little red prick in my arm where the needle went in. Let's hope I don't test positive. o.O
Morbid typings ahoy. Later.
. . . . . entries for 10.7.05 . . . . .
Yup, I have a Weakerthans problem. They're so. . . perky. o.<
A question Ellen just asked, that I did not get to answer to her rightly and properly: "is Charlie better with buffalo sauce?" (This makes sense. I won't explain how or why, because it would be a very lengthy explanation indeed, but it does.)
My answer is that I do not know for certain, as I have not had the pleasure of sampling such a delicacy. In general, though, I'd guess that the correct response would be "hell yes, I've gotta get me some of that." Mrow. Can't wait for Penzance this weekend. I have a feeling this week will be very loooong.
Also: American University prospie day is August 5th. This is a Friday. It would therefore be an exceptional time for me to hie myself down to D.C. and visit my dear sister, who reads my blog if she knows what's good for her. If I came down Thursday evening, I could stay until Sunday. It would be good. Think upon this, Katherine Anne, hopefully in a favorable light.
I'm home.
. . . yep, that's about it. o.O I actually made a sort of log of my travels in the form of letters to certain acquaintances of mine, so maybe I'll copy parts of them onto my blog at some point. For once, I'd prefer talking to people than just blogging to empty space. How very unusual.
One line I remember (in approximation) from my letter to Charlie: it was bloody cold on the Cape, at least for the first couple of days. I missed my 90-degree bedroom. Moreover, I missed Mikey's 85-degree bedroom, and moreover I missed the warmth acquired not from the weather patterns but from my fellow human beings.
Aww. -.- Yeah, the letter was handwritten, too. Pretty sappy. Oh well. It's currently in my backpack which is currently in the Pilot which is currently on a journey to get Max from being boarded. Poor kitty. I do not think he would've liked that very much.
IM me, damn it.
. . . . . entries for 7.7.05 . . . . .
La. Off to class in an hour and a half or so, then off to Cape Cod at some point shortly afterwards. I encourage cell phone-calling over the weekend as well as *hem* text messaging. I shall be rendezvousing (a word, or not a word?) with Elle, hopefully, sometime in the course of these four days.
Also - woke up, took a shower, stepped out of the bathroom to find there had been a subway bombing in London on my birthday. This may be an ill omen.
Hey kids, I'm sixteen.
Nighty night.
. . . . . entries for 6.7.05 . . . . .
I would like to take a moment to thank Kochie for my pretty, pretty mother of pearl birthday bracelet. Thank you, Tina. <3 We shall have to make a habit of this Starbucks affair, preferrably minus strange, identity-confused acquaintances and bitchy siblings.
Yeah, Cape Cod tomorrow. What the hell, I just got home yesterday and I'm leaving again. Binghamton again next weekend, too. This is going to be a fascinating summer, I can feel it now. o.O
Oh yeah, I don't think I blogged it - I am not going to run X-C. (I just typed "ruin" instead of "run" - Freudian slippage at its very finest.) I like my 4.4 GPA too much to destroy it in the name of organized athletics. I'll still try my damnedest to get off of my elegantly-shaped ass and do something about it, as Colin would have it, just not in a scheduled way. It'll free up my summer and that of my parents considerably, so I really do think it's for the best.
I need to be packing and doing my compsci homework now. Please bombard me with IMs, I shall be without Internet all weekend and my busy bee level will be upped considerably come Monday morning, what with volunteering and everything. It'll be kind of like five weeks of half days of school, all one subject, with Fridays off. I get out of class early if I finish my studio early, however, and I tend to do that, so hell. It isn't that bad.
As Dan put it, I'm becoming more nerdy all the time. I actually like C++. I adore my geekself. <3
I now own the best shirt ever, because it is the day before my birthday and my parents are into giving early presents, and because we're running off to the Cape tomorrow anyway. Oh man, gotta call Ellen. I'll do that at a more reasonable hour for such things, like whenever I get back from Starbucks with Tina. Woo.
You know how I tend to link to a lot of stuff I think is amazing? Well. This is amazing. I'm serious this time. So good! o.o
Friggin' amazing. Okay. I'm going to bed now, for real. Goodnight. It will be strange to sleep in my own bed.
. . . . . entries for 5.7.05 . . . . .
I suppose I should sleep. Never, *ever* take summer classes. It is so unnatural and so very, very wrong. o.O
I love Mrs. Lintz so muuuuuch. <3 She IMed me just now, and we had a brief, bittersweet sort of conversation which began:
Me: how are you? getting along fine without me? :P
Momma Lintz: No, actually, I miss you. Alot
Me: I miss you guys too. :(
Momma Lintz: HMMM...when are you coming back?
Along the way, I was declared an honorary daughter of the Lintz family and invited to lay siege to their home at any time I so desire. It makes me glow inside. I shall see you at Pirates, Lintz family. I love you guys.
I actually debated which song to post in my good ol' sidebar just now. The options were Slide, Accidentally In Love, and the song which ended up winning, Plea From A Cat Named Virtue. I decided on it because Slide, while it is one of the songs I identify with rather strongly, has already gotten its fair share of face time on my blogthing, and the Counting Crows, while they have been haunting my life and are absurdly catchy, don't actually seem to have a whole lot to do with me from where I'm standing.
Not tha Plea does either, I suppose, but I just love it so much. xD
Right. Doing my compsci homework now. (Homework? What the hell is this?)
Well, now that the hyperactive haze of my sleep deficit has cleared, I am homesick. I really must relocate all my favorite people to a commune in Montana, because otherwise, I will get this way no matter where I am. o.O
Whoo, back from my first class - first time I've been home and on my beautiful eMac for a few days. Things go exceedingly well. There is a lot of stuff I could write, like. . . a lot. I'll try to cover the important bits, I suppose.
First off, it may not be chronological, but it's fresh in my mind: compsci class. We started translating from different base number systems and writing algorithms today, and I became strikingly aware that the class is going to be like a grand combination of foreign language and logic. Both of these things interest me and both I'm fairly decent at, and it's a sort of rehabilitation from being terrible at geometric proofs in my freshman year, so I suppose I am looking forward to the damn PC-powered class after all. I am not the only Mac nerd in my class - there's a chick who goes to Shen in my class who had her iBook in her backpack, and was worried as all hell about having to take it out and face the embarrassment in the face of her classmates. Woo!
So that's compsci.
Binghamton was glorious as always, especially because I did, in fact, lay siege to Sir Michael Lintz's home, which is beautiful and full of wonderful people. I have become the newest honorary member of the Lintz household, which is a happy position indeed. I pet the horses, at my sister's behest.
I also went to Toine and Noah's graduation parties, which were enjoyable on the whole, even if Charlie almost died of hypothermia because Veronica and I pushed him into Lake Sophia fully clothed. He got to take a nap in my lap, damn it - I think the surrounding circumstances more than made up for the chill in his bones.
Saw too many movies for my own good, slept through a third of the Godfather but now I've seen it, damn it. The Batman movie freaked me out, because the lead looked like an older, huskier sort of Charlie, and the love interest looked like an anorexic Megh Farell. Too weird. o.O
I wish I knew why Mrs. Hyland hates me, but I do not think I ever will. She wouldn't let me accompany the Hyland family on their Independence Day excursion, nor did she make any particular effort to get back to Binghamton in time for fireworks. It does sadden me greatly.
Talking about the Fourth reminds me that the seventh, another interesting sort of date, is approaching surprisingly quickly. I will be sixteen on Thursday. How weird is that? Next time I have time to breathe I'll get my permit, but that won't be (at least) until next Monday. I have my social security card - ha ha, Frank, I'll get my permit before you. xD
This has been a very rambling entry, hasn't it. Oh well. I'll leave it at that for now - if I remember anything else amazing, I shall blog it.
Endnote - Tina Koch, we must do coffee one of these evenings.
. . . . . entries for 3.7.05 . . . . .
Hey hey, just got back from a lovely evening and great movie with the CTKs, whom I love very dearly. (I love Charlie the most, however, and I am trying not to be too disheartened that I shall not see him again this visit. I shall, however, see him at Penzance, which is not too very far away.)
I have boxers now. (CassieIswearifyoutellmomanddadtheywillfreakoutatmesojustdon'tdoitokay!?) They fit pretty well, and are classy in plaid. Mwahaha. Again - the CTKs are strange and wonderful creatures.
Mmyep. That's how things go. Probably going home tomorrow, classes on Tuesday. I might stretch it 'til Tuesday to attempt to see Charlie one final time, but eeh. Don't see it happening somehow. At this point, I think it'd be more wise to get into college mode, eeeew. -.-
. . . . . entries for 2.7.05 . . . . .
Oh man, Men In Tights is creepy, but wonderful. Mikey is reading over my shoulder as we watch this/I blog. Hi, Mikey. :P
Okay, he got the hint and sat on the couch. xD Better. Anyway. Things go well, there has been much Charlie, Vera, Kate, Mikey and other CTK-seeing. I'll see Dan tomorrow, hopefully. Hopefully I shall also see a lot more of Charlie; hopefully, he shall come home riding in my pocket or some such and just live in my closet from there on out.
If you love someone, never doubt that love in a rough patch, whatever a "rough patch" is. Life will eventually find a way to make you strikingly aware of how much you love another human being, in my case, Sir Charles. Mreh. I love you more.
So. It's late, I'm sleepy and I ought to be socializing with Mikey. So off with me. Bye bye.
. . . . . entries for 1.7.05 . . . . .
Well, I'm leaving in a couple of hours or thereabouts, and I cannot think of anything else to freak out over.
I just paused like, five minutes between that period and that "I" because I'm texting back and forth with Dan. And I'm listening to Do You Hear the Pipes, Cthulhu? which the other Dan sent me. It is the most amazing song ever. xD Yes.
What am I forgetting. . .
come home?
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she looks like the real thing
{mari}
out and about
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THIS IS AMERICA
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stop being depressed
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other
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close and far
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islands where no islands should go
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eating knowledge
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my dm
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never heard of miyazaki
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are you reading this?
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messiah/believer
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approach focus
[natalie]
wait a minute
[susan]
solitude
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manbeargreg
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