. . . . . entries for 30.9.05 . . . . .
My dad brought a copy of NiskArt home. I want to write something for it. Something prose. I am not sure what I should write, but I think it needs something less soppy and more Neal Stephenson-esque. Some of the prose in there is just so. . . so bad. xD Just my opinion, but man, can't these people tell when they're writing like melodramatic eleven-year-olds?
So, yeah, I'm open to suggestions, if you have them. o.O Otherwise I will resort to writing something random, and you can't possibly want that.
So I owned my math test, and I think I did decently on my APUSH tessay. :P Works for me.
It is the weekend now. Dad is in Virginia by now. I wonder how that's going. o.o; One can only hope.
Binghamton tomorrow. Leaving home at like, eight in the morning. Woo.
. . . . . entries for 29.9.05 . . . . .
First things first: It's opening night. Good luck, theatre kids. <3
In other news: My caffeine high wore off. Damn. xD How will I study for my APUSH test and do my math problem set now?
. . . . . entries for 28.9.05 . . . . .
| Your Personality Is |
You are a passionate, caring, and unique person. You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals. You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily. Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings. You seek out other empathetic people to befriend. Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships. In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily. At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career. With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone. As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style. On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours. |
Am I easy to figure out, or just more honest on these online quizzes than most people? o.O
I like The Scarlet Letter so far. It, like the authentic Puritan literature that has hitherto been beaten into our brains, is nothing short of an early incarnation of the trashy romance novel, but that's okay. xD I can pretend it's an intelligent, respectable book because it's written in mid-19th century English.
To recount a favorite passage of mine so far:
". . . so far as his duties would permit, he trode in the shadowy by-paths, and thus kept himself simple and childlike; coming forth, when occasion was, with a freshness, and fragrance, and dewy purity of thought, which, as many people said, affected them like the speech of an angel."
I love that phrase - "dewy purity of thought." I just get such a vivid image, a strong feeling at reading that, but it's certainly no cliché, unless I am mistaken.
See what happens? I'm writing like Hawthorne. xD Oh well. There may be worse authors to accidentally emulate.
. . . . . entries for 27.9.05 . . . . .
Ooooh I am tired. So tired. But there is APUSH to be read.
I did the truly remarkable today and did *not* go to either of my possible club meetings (two are scheduled for the same afternoon both Tuesday and Wednesday). This is for the reason mentioned above, namely, that I am about ready to drop dead. Woo.
Just one more class of Puritania? Yeah. Sure. Right.
Tomorrow is my more interesting day. :P Maybe I'll get a second wind. If my field trip to Lock 7 didn't do that, I do not think my other classes will, however. While I was *at* the river I felt fine, but upon returning I was dead again.
I wish I had something more interesting to tell you. :(
. . . . . entries for 26.9.05 . . . . .
Pssh! xD Okay. Conversation with Evans. Including the entire thing because the entire thing gives you an idea of how our conversations go, but you'll know the funny part when you see it.
Evans: shermmmmm
Me: hi. xD
Evans: yo
whats crackin'
Me: your mom.
Evans: ohhhhhh no she didnt she didnt
haha
i have a question for you because bio is escaping my mind at the moment
do you know what eutrophication is?
Me: I did once. xD
Evans: me too
i dont remember how it works
pah
psh
Me: how eloquent of you.
Evans: ill be like hughes this isnt bio i refuse eurphocation because its for ho's and im a pimp
eutrophication*
just like sherm
Me: I'm a pimp? xD
Evans: you pimp your boyfriend
youve got control
Me: xD eeeh.
only so much control I can have.
Evans: just threaten with the nails
unless he like that...
Me: . . . *hem* no comment. xD
Evans: haha
--------long silence--------
oh boy
If you were me, would you bugger around with debate?
iPod went to the hospital and did not come back. It was dead. I came home with a new iPod, which is exceedingly shiny. Woo! ^.^
Today was weird. I am tired and have a lot of Puritan-related homework. I thought I would like Mrs. Moore this year. I was wrong. So wrong. It is heartbreaking.
iPod is going to the hospital todaaaaay.
. . . . . entries for 24.9.05 . . . . .
Awwwww.
^^ for Max.
Well. Erin got a hair cut. It feels so short. o.o I'm probably just imagining it, 'cause it doesn't look all that different.
. . . . . entries for 23.9.05 . . . . .
Terry Pratchett's is not the only Death with an uncanny love of cats.
Mmyes. So glad it's the weekend. I need sleep. -.-
Also: happy birthday, Sir Charles. ^.^
. . . . . entries for 22.9.05 . . . . .
Charlie is about two and a quarter hours away from being seventeen. If he were Harry Potter, he would be coming of age. Thankfully, he is not.
I want to kill Dana.
My German assignment is more fun than you can possibly know. xD
Okay. So Elle asked me to take a break from my FANTASTIC Sorgenbrief to write her one of the things waaaay down on the page at this point. She has a mild case of salmonella at the moment. I cannot say know to salmonElle. (SORRY. It had to be done.)
1. Elle should come back up north so she can wear turtlenecks, because turtlenecks are sexy.
2. Barbershop tunes and anything operatic soprano remind me of you. xD
3. Screw jello - we wrestle in the snow.
4. Perhaspid.
5. On the Internets: Neopets! xD Roleplaying. Woo. In real life: Standing on the curb in that fantastic striped shirt, flagging my family down.
6. An Angora bunny rabbit. A bodybuilding one. xD Not only are you fluffy and adorable, you are kickass.
7. Why are you so far away? >.o
. . . . . entries for 21.9.05 . . . . .
| Your Superhero Profile |
 Your Superhero Name is The Time Dragon Your Superpower is Ancient lore Your Weakness is Crosses Your Weapon is Your Strobe Pitchfork Your Mode of Transportation is Stilts |
That's pretty fantastic. xD
| The Keys to Your Heart |
 You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored. You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic. Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage pessimistically. You don't think happy marriages exist anymore. In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted. |
Jason, this is entirely your fault.
Just lit candles in my room for the first time in. . . er. A long time. I like candles. I brought them with me to a deserted island for an assignment in Deutschklasse. Sie sind schön, oder?
"If you could be one person in the school, who would you be?"
"Erin."
"Erin! She just has it so together!"
True conversation. I thought it was weird as fuck too. xD
Contrary to the beliefs of some, I am not so sure I am entirely together, or that I will ever get it together, or that there will ever be any less need to get it the fuck together than there is now. Ooooh well.
. . . . . entries for 20.9.05 . . . . .
Scroll down to the bottom. You know you want to.
This website, the advent of finding which was the result of my being set on a quest to locate my uncle John by my father, inspired me to intensely want a double-sided T-shirt, one side with John Sherman's face and this:
My *other* uncle is a professor at MIT.
And the other with Dick Larson's:
My *other* uncle is a researcher at U-Mass Amherst.
Maybe I'm easily amused. xD
Today was a long day. Bleh. Less icky than yesterday, though. Junior Statesmen looks like it's going to be fun, even if I got yelled at for not telling my dad about it. o.O I could have sworn I at least told mom, but apparently he called her and was not told about it? I don't know. I have been tired. The only way to solve this problem, I think, would be to take some strange measure to remind myself of such thing - a string around my finger, so - or to sleep enough. Clearly the latter is out of the question, so I will start writing on my hands or something. "STAYING AFTER TODAY?" Question mark so I'll just refresh it constantly, as a reminder, as opposed to letting it fade when I'm not staying after - for yea, I shall undoubtedly be staying after frequently.
My English homework actually looks kind of. . . fun. o.O Harry Potter is better, however.
. . . . . entries for 19.9.05 . . . . .
In case you hadn't gathered - debate is fucked. Fucked fucked fucked.
I could fight to be heard above the voices of the three guys who went to NDF and have that oh-so-irresistable sanctimonious attitude, or I could sulk, refuse to contribute to any part of the team if I can't teach the novices, and just focus on winning tournaments for me, me, me.
I hope the novices flounder and lose every round their first tournament. Maybe it'll cause the officers to have a little epiphany: well god damn, maybe we should've let that Sherman girl teach them now to not confuse the shit out of lay judges. -.-
Still have homework to do and feel like killing people. What a night.
My iPod is sick. :(
. . . . . entries for 18.9.05 . . . . .
Because I like pictures.
Yeah, remember that? I've always loved that picture.
What a bunch of assholes we are, to have forgotten this.
Here we go again. Never have an ordinary day, said Life unto Erin.
And Erin said, god fucking damn it, when are you going to lay the fuck off?
And Life said unto Erin, I am not quite finished yet - maybe I will be someday. Until then, you cannot do a damn thing about it.
So I am back in this again. Kristina Koch, I love you dearly, I have missed you, I'm glad you've come to your bloody senses, but you hurt me. You hurt all of us. I want you to know that I can't take another heartbreak, another abrupt goodbye, another nonexistent explanation.
I was getting so used to just living without you. I don't know how we're going to go back to the way it was; I don't think we can. Alone, just the two of us, sure. But there are people all around us who might not be so forgiving, and you have to know that these people might not want me around, might not want you around, who knows? And what will we do then?
Live for ourselves, that's what we'll fucking do.
You are my friend, Kochie. I'm yours. I don't need anyone to tell me that's okay. If anyone else doesn't want things to go back to the way they were, I say, fine. But together, with the noise of other people far away, I hope you'll agree when I say that this is how it should be. It shouldn't have to matter what other people think about going back on a broken friendship.
We made a mistake. Let's mend it.
I love you, Tina.
Country is a good genre, no matter what the stuffy indie kids say. :P
D&D was, er, slow, as Colin will be quick to tell you. xD Fun was had by all, though. Fresh-picked apples are the best thing on this whole damn planet. Mm. So good.
Hey, I think it's pretty funny. xD Especially since the one for Cancer is so, *so* right.
Woo. So. D&D session today at ye olde Wheeler residence. Tina will be there. This should be interesting. o.O As if I needed more proof I'm an emotional masochist, right? Blarg.
Cassie: would anyone have any use for Ralph? Dad thinks someone might be able to cannibalize him for parts, but since he's so markedly obsolete, I deem this unlikely. You are the most computer-savvy one in the family, so we turn to you. Call and talk to Dad about it or something, if you have time.
I have been reading Harry Potter a lot. That is really all there is to say. xD
. . . . . entries for 17.9.05 . . . . .
Enabled the site feed because Matt is a lazy motherfucker. xD Woo.
I have been reading Harry Potter a lot today. >.> I will so totally finish it within the week.
. . . . . entries for 16.9.05 . . . . .
So I'm a terrible friend. You can tell because I followed Charlie's lead and started Socratically questioning Vera on her view of morality, and caused her to have an emotional breakdown. o.o
In a distant sense, maybe it's about fucking time.
Pretty freakin' awesome.
Just made repairs to my MISTRESS ERIN bracelet, which snapped this morning. That was an incredibly disheartening event. o.O But it is fixed now, albeit with some replacement beads. I lost a purple butterfly bead, and that is sad. Ah well - it lives.
And it is the fucking weekend. Thank God.
. . . and no one is going to courtyard. xD We're such enthusiastic children. I won't be able to go to homecoming, either, probably. Snowball? o.O If anyone will even come?
Susaaaaaan.
1. You only *appear* well-balanced.
2. Redneck Woman reminds me of you. xD And Break Down Here - country in general, really. Can't think of a particular movie.
3. Hm. . . we will wrestle in jello made from red wine.
4. Shoeboxes? o.O
5. Freshman year, guidance office - admittedly, I only noticed your presence because of the impossibly hot denim skirt you were wearing. xD
6. Cat again. I think in a sort of. . . cuddly clingy wake-me-up-at-two-in-the-morning-with-meowing way.
7. Why do you complain so much?
. . . . . entries for 15.9.05 . . . . .
Damn it! Blogger ate my post. Let's try this again. For Charlie!
1. On the twenty-third day of the month of September, in an early (or possibly late) year of a decade not too long before our own, mankind encountered a grave threat to its very existence. . . he was named Charles Kevin Hyland.
2. Moulin Rouge, Princess Bride, Down With Love, and so on; and, of course, all the songs I've heard you sing.
3. Raspberry, I think, would suit us nicely.
4. . . . well, it was a really *big* lightning flash. >.>;;
5. Casino night at CTY, three summers ago; you'd been dragged over by Yael, clad in that Celtic knot T-shirt of yours. I asked your name and you answered too softly to be heard over the swing tunes in the background; I asked again, and I heard, just barely, "Charlie."
6. You are my favorite animal. :P Possibly an egret (free of spirit, pretty to look at), possibly a dolphin (intelligent, basically kindhearted if precocious as all hell), possibly a snake (that which many young people think is quite charming until they try to become friends with it, at which point it bites them and poisons them).
7. I wonder nothing about you that you do not wonder about yourself.
Haa, well, Laura wanted one, so fine - here it is.
1. You are probably about as weak of body as I am, but you also seem almost proud of it, and it is quite perplexing.
2. Can't think of a song or a movie off the top of my head, but for some reason, the book A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius comes to mind. . .
3. I absolutely, positively, will not wrestle with you.
4. . . . nope, can't think of anything.
5. In English class, eighth grade. You were wearing a red bandana. You answered a question on Tunes for Bears to Dance To with the words "he's cynical." There was a bite in your voice.
6. A cat. Eager to snuggle up to you one moment, hissing and biting you the next, always meowing for more.
7. Why are you such a drama queen?
So, I do actually have a life outside those little thingies. I am kind of busy living it, which is why I haven't been blogging legitimately a whole lot. I had my first Model United Nations meeting today, and the first Youth Court meeting of the year. Holy *shite* there were a lot of new kids. Not half of them will stick with it, I'm sure. Kinda sad. o.O
Now I do APUSH and math homework in preparation for Friday. The end of Friday will be bliss, because I will be able to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Woo! xD Kinda glad Wake Forest didn't work out.
And Messiah Dan, the man who started it all.
1. You'd be far better off in a CTY community 24/7, but I think it might spoil you.
2. Lumberjack and Philosopher's Songs, and Transformers.
3. The jello will be the flavor of existential angst.
4. Sword chucks!
5. In Luke's class. With short hair. Purple T-shirt bearing a fantasy-ish design. Far corner of the room.
6. An elderly lion.
7. What made you so bitter about the world?
And last of all (for now), Veronica.
1. Vera is free-spirited, and by free-spirited I mean she has personality ADHD, and changes her preferences cyclically. Labels next? xD
2. Instant Pleasure by Rufus Wainwright, and Never Know by Jack Johnson. Moulin Rouge reminds me of you a little, too.
3. Can I just not jello-wrestle you? o.O . . . if I had to pick a flavor, I would pick something absurd, like pina colada.
4. This grass is delicious. It tastes like vanilla. Why the fuck are they waving at us?
5. Bright blue contacts at Sleepy Hollow. Being introduced to you as my rival. You stalking us through the hallways.
6. Hm. . . a black widow spider, perhaps? Or maybe a mountain lion. Independent, not much for any permanent kind of contact with the opposite sex, but all for the occasional deadly fling.
7. . . . why? xD
Shannon gets one!
1. Shannon's hot. End. (Okay, fine. Um. Er. No, coming up blank - she's hot. xD)
2. That Don't Impress Me Much by Shania Twain. xD! Oh, the good old days! Also A Knight's Tale and Shrek, of course.
3. We will wrestle in *every* flavor of jello.
4. . . . that's the wrong side.
5. You know this already. It involves scraped knees, Mrs. VanAlstyne's classroom, and the first day of like. . . second grade.
6. You remind me of some elegant, fluffy thing - a mink, maybe, or. . . a chinchilla. Yes. You are a chinchilla. Awww so cute.
7. Why weren't you born my sister?
Neeeext! Cassie wanted one. Hooboy.
1. Katherine Anne Sherman is the master of getting incredible things on eBay, like those kickass star lamps in her room.
2. Someday by The Strokes reminds me of you - also The Princess Bride, and Beauty and the Beast.
3. You like strawberry jello, last I knew, so we shall wrestle in that. I will try not to bruise you with my pointy joints. :P
4. Ima gonna eatcha little FISHYYYYY!
5. What the hell? I have no first memory. You were always there.
6. A lynx, or possibly a minx - a sphinxish one at that.
7. Have you ever actually kicked someone's ass slowly, brutally, and with a spoon?
Okay. Wow. I have a lot of requests. Natalie asked first, so she gets hers first. Duh. xD
1. You are afraid of my boyfriend. Your brother lusts after him. That's a little Freudian, if you ask me. :P
2. Ballroom Blitz!
3. Lime jello - not because it is tasty, but because it is bright green.
4. Mrow.
5. In the kickball field at Birchwood, when we were both tiny, out for recess during the winter. You still had really long hair, and you hung out with Nicole as if you were attached at the hip. xD
6. You remind me of a gecko. Quick, twitchy, and adorable.
7. Can I take you up on those kissing lessons? xD Or at very least give you hugging lessons, since you kind of suck at full-body hugs?
. . . . . entries for 14.9.05 . . . . .
| Your Personality Profile |
 You are pure, moral, and adaptable. You tend to blend into your surroundings. Shy on the outside, you're outspoken to your friends. You believe that you live a virtuous life... And you tend to judge others with a harsh eye. As a result, people tend to crave your approval. |
. . . maybe a little? xD
1. Reply with your name and I will write something random about you.
2. I will then tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I will pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I will tell you my first memory of you.
6. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll then ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your blog.
And this one's for Nicole, who did it for me. :)
1. You have really nice legs. xD
2. Boom Boom Boom Boom by the Vengaboys. >.> Just can't help thinking of you when that song starts playing.
3. Strawberry jello. Red would go well with you, and strawberry is tasty.
4. . . . Jesus Christ, Goliath was one weird guy. -.-
5. I actually remember seeing you stalking around the school in snowboots in sixth grade. I thought, whoa, this girl is really peculiar, kind of like me. xD
6. Your body type reminds me somewhat of a sandpiper. It's those legs, man. Personality-wise, though, you incur a sort of wolflike feeling. You will chase what you want until you have it by the throat.
7. How do you do crew and keep up with schoolwork - and so exceptionally, at that - at the same time? Tell me your secret. I MUST KNOW. >.o
. . . so has anyone *else* had weird dreams about me? xD
I lied, I'm not going to Wake Forest. For real this time. Jesus. -.- I'm glad the fiasco, or at least stage one thereof, is over and done with. Maybe there will be a brief recess before Phase II. Maybe there will be no Phase II. Who knows?
It continues to be swelteringly hot on this, the fourteenth of September. >.o As if I really need to be sweating disgustingly on top of everything else. Eeyuck.
Also - finally getting a goddamn chair for the family room this weekend. I do not know how many of my readers have been entirely aware of the Sherman family quest for furniture, but suffice it to say that it has gone on far too long. I look forward to the new comfy armchair and leather couch. Mrr.
. . . . . entries for 13.9.05 . . . . .
So I guess I'm going to Wake Forest after all. Er. Fun? o.O
. . . what the hell is going on with transportation home on Sunday, I wonder. xD
Altogether too much homework for being this sleepyyyyyy. . .
Aaaah. I lost my glasses today (in homeroom, I think, which means the new cafe which means I'm screwed), and am really, really, *really* fucking tired. So. I go sleep now. It's way too hot for September. o.O
. . . . . entries for 12.9.05 . . . . .
I love Abby Alger.
I do not really love some other people I associate with debate right now. But I sure as hell love Abby. I wish I could see her this weekend.
. . . so. Wow. Wouldn't it be incredible if something went smoothly? Yeah. Totally.
I am so tired of this.
So. Debate is my life. That's really all there is to say. xD
. . . . . entries for 11.9.05 . . . . .
So I guess I shouldn't let today go by without posting something solemn and reflective. It's been four years since the World Trade Center was attacked and destroyed. Somehow, it seems to me as if we have something new to reflect upon - Katrina. Somehow, I think it is a more telling event about the current political situation than 9/11 was when it happened.
This time, we look to the future, using the past only as a steadying block. What happened, and how can we learn from it? How should things be changing?
Answer that one for yourself. :P
Debate meeting tomorrow at Starbucks, seven PM. MCS meeting on Tuesday after school, in Hirota's room, I think. O, such times to be had.
The picnic was fun, if incredibly fly-infested. One of the new kids was totally checking me out. Yeah. Sure. o.o; . . . I pity the foo'.
. . . . . entries for 10.9.05 . . . . .
These crazy Gaians keep asking questions I have lengthy answers to. Cas, I'd appreciate it if you could correct me on this one if I'm wrong, I'd hate to attempt to enlighten people with misinformation. xD
The question was: Do you have any examples of the Hebrew word or Old English greatly differing from that of today?
My answer:
"I have a couple of examples for you.
First of all: versions of the Bible are being drafted (and have been drafted) in "laymen's terms." These are holy texts for those who don't want to bugger around with the poetic language. They've been put in paragraph form, straight prose. I think it's safe to assume that to make this kind of translation is to seriously change the verbiage of the Bible.
Second, and more importantly: ancient Greek had words used in the Bible which could not be translated into English without losing some of their meaning. True example: when the Lord said "let there be light." That is our King James Version understanding of what He said. In Greek, however, He said something rather different - a different word for "light," one that had holy implications, was used in its place.
So why does this matter? Skip ahead a little in your holy history book, and we have another quotation: "I am the light of the world." In this passage, the same word for "light" was used as in God's earlier phrase with which he opened the Earth for business.
Here's where I'm going with this. A lot of gnostic scholars spend a lot of time looking at the words of the Bible and searching for connections in the metaphors. They've pored through every use of the word "light" in both testaments to find some profound religious conclusion, but guess what? Every word "light" was not the same word. There were at least two words translated into "light," and most scholars will waste time making connections that did not originally exist, corrupting their understanding of the Word of God.
Language is important. Anyone who says otherwise does not know a St. John's College alumnam."
Like I do. Wooooo Cassie! ^.^
So there was this topic on Gaia which asked: Do you believe the entire Bible to be the literal and flawless word of God? This is a funny question, which I believe most Christians should ask themselves, and put some serious thought into. So I replied, since I am kind of Christian myself. And I wrote:
"A few reasons that the Bible as most Christians know it today is not the flawless word of God, or to be taken literally:
- Translation. If anyone has read the Bible, old and new testaments, in the original Hebrew and ancient Greek, PM me and tell me so. I do not think I will get any PMs. It takes a very bizarre human being to be educated in both of these languages. The Bible has wandered far from its original form in a merely linguistic sense, and more is lost in translation than most people can possibly understand. It wanders further every day.
- Politics. The Bible was written and rewritten by men involved in political battles all the time, and as we all have heard, religion is the opiate of the masses. Different leaders have used scripture to their own advantage countless times through the ages, documented or otherwise.
- Change. A lot of stuff in the old testament was sacked when the Savior came along. Why? Because times had changed. Some of the old laws were deemed unnecessary, even hurtful. So why hasn't anyone pointed out that parts of the new testament are as superfluous today as parts of the old were two thousand years ago? Well, people have - they just didn't become Saviors in the eyes of the masses, since, you know, they didn't have their own personal Paul of Tarsus. God has shown us that His scripture is a living document, and a man, His son (but does it matter if it was His son, really?) changed it, just as Americans can amend their constitution. It's a mechanism to adjust, to swim instead of drown.
Last, and most importantly:
- Jesus. Okay. Let's examine what we know about Joshua of Nazareth, called Jesus by the Romans, who is the king of the Jews - or isn't, whatever you believe. Fact is, regardless of what you believe, Josh (that was his name - call him by it!) was a real man, a historical figure. He had a very distinctive character. When Josh was talking religion, he spoke in riddles. His speech was full of metaphor and allegory. So. Let's say Josh is the son of God. Do you think his dad, who presumably is the source of this silver tongue of his, would write His book straight up, literally? It is absolutely asinine to assume that a divine force would have his prophets write a book this way. That which is holy is beyond our comprehension; to assume it can be written down at all is absurd. The Bible is a book of metaphors, and should be taken as such."
My godmother is amazing. She is chaperoning us next weekend. She will probably never read this, but that is okay - she is still amazing. Woooo Jane.
So the tournament is at a high school, not the college. Bizarre. Whatever. xD Yahoo driving directions galore! I will try to be a good navigator. This is going to be one cuhraaaaaazy trip.
Hey kids, I just got back from a day of shopping and *not* writing debate cases. It is now looking like I might not be able to go to Wake Forest anyway, because Abby can't look after us. o.o; Poor Abby. I want to give her a hug.
Anyway. I will be writing my debate cases tonight anyway. I was also going shopping for debate junk, and debate junk I did indeed get, in addition to my homecoming dress. It is size two, I think. xD I'm not anorexic, I just went to Talbots and everything is way the hell too big there, so I brought home a few twos, a four and a six (which is rather big on me, but in a comfy way). The stuff I got is varied in point and purpose, but to sum up, it includes a green silk blouse, a black-with-white-polka-dots skirt suit, another skirt suit in salmon orange and black (truth is beauty; beauty, truth. . .), a multicolored slinky sort of dress, and the homecoming thing, which is black, slightly shorter than knee-length, and very vaguely flapper-ish.
Now! Immigration policy! If I do happen to go to Wake Forest, my cases will be more important than my mode of dress.
Annie Get Your Gun cannot come too soon. -.-
This weekend and the next will be engulfed by preparations for Wake Forest and the event itself. I am glad I am not going to Yale, because if I were, I would hate LD for the rest of my life. Yes. Yes I would.
I wonder when the meetings for my clubs are. xD
. . . . . entries for 9.9.05 . . . . .
Your angel is trying to tell you that...she's
trapped! You've neglected her and her guidance
for so long, that you've trapped her in a box.
She longs to be let out, but do to your
shell-like nature, you only desire to be left
alone. Let her out! You need her.
What is your angel trying to tell you?!?!? _-=Great pics=-_
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The hell? xD
Jason's geek party was fantastic. xD Good company and fun arcade games ahoy. WHY DON'T YOU PEOPLE KNOW HOW TO DRIVE STANDARD? Jesus. o.o
I wonder how the Yankees are doing. I was watching the game for a little while at the party. Hm.
On a random note: too many people enjoy my corduroys far too much. Hem. Natalie.
. . . . . entries for 8.9.05 . . . . .
Updated what I'm reading (that being Harry Potter) and playing (absolutely nothing) on the sidebar. I know - you care so much, right?
I get to write something on Crypto tomorrow and *that's* exciting. xD
Okay! So today. Today was better. Except for the very beginning, which involved missing the bus. That sucked. The rest of the day was pretty good, though. First period midi tech with Colin and technical difficulties galore. Mr. Mooney is cool.
Then AP Studio, which seems like an awesome class even though I'm not particularly friendly-like with anyone in there. Mr. Walroth is wicked awesome, yo - if vaguely hippielike. xD I suppose that's an admirable quality in an art teacher.
Why do I get these irregularly-shaped, itchy bugbites? I hate them.
. . . anyway.
Lunch with Colin, same period as Tina and Tasha and some other people who I guess I can't really talk to anymore. That was kind of depressing.
Moving on to chem: it was chem. Assigned seats today. I think every word I say in that class ("endothermic and exothermic?") hammers home the fact that I am a nerd. That is okay, because I am - but I am also a human being, which I think is easily overlooked. Mreh.
Then math. Okay. So I have Stockwell. This is regrettable, BUT I am in class with another Stockwell-taught-accelerated-turned-honors-math student by the name of Emily, who is amazing, and who I am next to, by virtue of assigned seating. Haa. The makeup of the class is brilliant; J.P. and Frank are in it too, and as you know, that's just fantastic.
And APUSH. APUSH is pretty sweet. Max and Nolan and a grand assortment of other fascinating people are in my class. I'm finding it to be a good class so far, but those less history-nerdy than I may think differently. I try not to think of these people, because it makes me feel deeply sad. How can someone not flip out in delight whenever a reference is made to the Mongols or French Revolution? I mean, seriously, there must be something wrong with them. They are missing out on life.
If you did not detect that I was overplaying my own nerdity just then. . . just. . . get off my blog.
I have a Latin endings card to write. >.o I hate homework.
. . . . . entries for 7.9.05 . . . . .
| You Are Likely a Second Born |
 At your darkest moments, you feel inadequate. At work and school. you do best when you're evaluating. When you love someone, you offer them constructive criticism. In friendship, you tend to give a lot of feedback - positive and negative. Your ideal careers are: accounting, banking, art, carpentry, decorating, teaching, and writing novels. You will leave your mark on the world with art and creative projects. |
G'hey. It's true. (Art and creative projects? Hm.)
Fuck. Okay. I'm doing my chem. I swear. xD
Whoa! This may be one of the most random bloggings I will ever make, but it is totally insane that I understand what those random text error messages are on Gaia now. Failure to call function with non-object argument? YES! xD Compsci was vaguely useful, then, if only for my personal amusement.
Fine, I'll do my chem homework now. Stop looking at me funny.
Also: all the cool kids are posting their straight-up schedules, and mine was blotchy and nonspecific at best. So I will follow the cool kids.
AC:
AP English - Moore
German IVH - Carosella
Chemistry H - Hughes
Project Adventure - supposed to be Ruzzi, don't know exactly what's going on with it now
Lunch
Latin III - Miller
BD:
Midi Tech II - Mooney (anyone know anything about this guy?)
AP Studio in Art - Walroth
Lunch
Chem H mod - Hughes
Math 4H - Stockwell
APUSH - Bloom
So now I can at least pretend to be one of the cool kids, even if my list persists in being quite a lot less organized than those of others. I am not tech savvy. I just got really excited that I could understand an error message on a loser forum site. LEAVE ME ALONE. xD
Screw American literature. I'm finally reading Harry Potter, bitch. xD
Dilligent (that does not look like it's spelled right) blog-reading leads to the addition of new blogs to ye olde sidebar. Observe them as they appear. xD I WILL make my blog the one-stop shop for blog navigation!
And you know what else? I'd feel a hell of a lot better after school this evening if I hadn't seen people in the hallways I'm forced to refer to as my ex-friends. -.- Like, basically, my day was okay. Whatever. It was school. But. . . walking behind her on my way to German. It pressurized the contents of my body such that they kind of felt like they were going to start seeping out, starting with my ears, then out from under my nails. In brief: it sucked. I hope neither my body nor my soul explodes as a reaction to any goings-on this school year.
I guess I wish I knew why it's gotten to be like this in the first place. Likewise - guess I never will.
Welcome to junior year.
So. My schedule is kind of interesting. I have all of my language-oriented classes (English, German, and Latin) one day (today), and all my art classes (midi tech and AP studio) the other (tomorrow). The classes which fit under neither of those umbrellas are just stuck in where they'll fit, i.e. chem and PE amongst the languages and math, chem mod and APUSH amongst the arts.
Also, I have lunch 8th mod on AC days and 5th on BD days. My metabolism is prepared to be more royally screwed than ever it has been before, and that is impressive. (Tell me if you have lunch with me. Kristen/Natalie - thank you for being in gym and lunch with me, because even if it was no choice of yours, you make me glow inside. ^.^)
Class makeup so far: Shannon, Frank and Laura (luff, yay, blech) are people of note in English class, with Moore (wooblech). German is German, with the regular assortment of fascinating people. Nolan and Jerehme are in my chem class, which is interesting but kind of irksome, since Jerehme doesn't exactly like me - I think because I take school more seriously than he does, but hell, I don't know - and Nolan would much rather ramble about computers and other assorted nerdities with Jerehme than actually do the work. Gym and lunch you know about, and Latin continues to be Latin, with Magistra being incredible along with her students - which include my debate homies Neal, Rohit and Emily along with such fascinating individuals as Rachel and Finkle. Oh Finkle. You're such a little prima donna.
I also know that I will not have any classes with Colin, which sucks. Bah. I will have APUSH with Nolan as well.
Signed up for the following clubs, doing the following stuff:
Amnesty International / Multicultural Society - both of these entail going to the meetings after school and, uh, participating. Not incredibly difficult. Means seeing Hirota-Morris and my nerdy comrades frequently.
The Warrior (our school newspaper) - drawing, because all of the staff artists graduated this year. Was conned into this by Adam Evans. Curse you, Evans!
Model U.N. - models the U.N.; same skills as debate, with a hell of a lot more relevance.
Drama club - makeup and sets. I still can't act, but I'll chill with the theatre kids anyway. :P
And I'm already in Youth Court and L.D. debate. Neal is going to tip me off as to when mock trial starts, or so he says. So that's what's up with me.
I already have Latin and chem homework. Imagine my boundless happiness.
. . . . . entries for 6.9.05 . . . . .
This time tomorrow, I will be in school.
Let the madness begin.
Hey, there are a mess of posts on Charlie's blog for once, and he only posted about half of them. xD The godsforsaken tagboard is also gone. No more hellish popups.
. . . . . entries for 5.9.05 . . . . .
I know it is some kind of hunting season because I can hear gunshots from across the river. Woo, firearms.
Speaking of which, Crypto is really getting incredible. xD It has got to have the most ridiculous mottling of plot devices ever, and it's so good. Props to Stephenson for using his background in physical science to his advantage at every turn. It sure as hell makes the book unique.
School the day after tomorrow! Maybe I'll go to bed at a reasonable hour.
. . . . . entries for 4.9.05 . . . . .
And you know everything is more or less back to normal when Charlie's computer starts booting him offline again. xD
Okay. So Charlie was clearly possessed by a green turtleneck/inebriated by a substance he is unaware of tha nature of/both last night, because this whole notion of "taking a break" is IDIOTIC.
What makes a relationship?
Love. Trust. Wanting a relationship in the first place.
Okay, so we have two out of three. Because we do not have all three, Charlie is now on probation. The ring remains about my neck, but damn it, we can't say we're not together. It doesn't make any sense. As the boy said to me moments ago over the wonderful software called AIM (not), "the whole idea was ill-conceived, the reasoning was flawed, and that no matter what we said, we were never on a break to begin with."
In all seriousness, though - blaming the turtleneck is easy and all, given that it kind of mysteriously appeared, but Charlie was just trying to make a point. He doesn't want to be incapable of controlling himself. It seemed like some nice symbolism, at three in the morning, to declare a hiatus while he grew up and become less of a teenaged male. That does not make it any less nonsensical. We were tired. Please don't stone us, SHUN us, or think we're incredibly stupid or incapable as lovers. (Even though we might be. We don't want to hear it! :P) Forgive us.
. . . and, if you can find it in your heart, believe in us. Gods know almost no one will. -.-
GAAAAAH! PUNK WEASEL! Do you know who the original punk weasel was? It was BILL. BILL YOUNG. THAT BASTARD! Charlie is NOT a punk weasel.
Also - critical relationship decisions should not be made at three in the morning. EVER.
All who would sigh in exasperation if we tried to take it all back, say "you stupid teenagers!"
. . . . . entries for 3.9.05 . . . . .
HOTEL COLLECTIBLES!
So Cassie thinks Charlie is a "punk" - her own term. She has never seen an agreement like this end well.
Aaaaand my mom thinks Charlie is a "weasel," again, her own term.
Do you have any choice words to describe Charlie? Please, tell me, so I'll cry a little more. -.- I mean, I don't intend to sound emo or like a self-important teenager, but at this point I can't avoid it. I know him better than you do. No matter how naive my hope might be, I am not going to let you pinch it out. Y'got me?
If everything else escapes my grasp. . . hope will not be lost.
This is pretty interesting, and I found it through randomly flipping through blogs via that funny black bar on the top of blogspot pages.
Upon reflection, I have no idea what has actually changed.
Okay, so I'm weird. We all got this. I still find this paragraph fascinating, and hope it will be an incentive to some of my friends to read Crypto - all 910 pages of it. :P
There was no room for dust devils in the laws of physics, at least in the rigid form in which they were usually taught. There is a kind of unspoken collusion going on in mainstream science education: you get your competent but bored, insecure and hence stodgy teacher talking to an audience divided between engineering students, who are going to be responsible for making bridges that won't fall down or airplanes that won't suddenly plunge vertically into the ground at six hundred miles an hour, and who by definition get sweaty palms and vindictive attitudes when their teacher suddenly veers off track and begins raving about wild and completely nonintuitive phenomena; and physics students, who derive much of their self-esteem from knowing that they are smarter and morally purer than the engineering students, and who by definition don't want to hear about anything that makes no fucking sense. This collusion results in the professor saying: (something along the lines of) dust is heavier than air, therefore it falls until it hits the ground. That's all there is to know about dust. The engineers love it because they like their issues dead and crucified like butterflies under glass (Erin's note: I love that sentence. wooooo emo). The physicists love it because they want to think they understand everything. No one asks difficult questions. And outside the windows, the dust devils continue to gambol across the campus.
Cryptooooooo.
Untimely launch'd into reality am I, then, on this third of September.
. . . pfft. Date reminds me of something. I wonder. I'll think about that later.
So this is what needs to happen: I need to hear about the art projects. o.O Because they are going to make the difference as to whether or not I'm sane for the next three-and-one-half days. If they are, in fact, totally optional, I will be immersed in Crypto anyway, to the level at which I can stay awake through the remaining three hundred pages. (This may make it sound like I am a slacker. It is nine hundred pages long, damn it. Don't call me a slacker. How long was *your* free choice book for AP English?)
There is no point in beating around the bush. Charlie and I have declared le grande long distance relationshippe "on hold" while he does some growing up, and while the distance between us (frustratingly as always, the problem which prevents the easy solution of every other problem) shrinks. The status of the ring many friends may have noticed hanging about my left hand has changed, as well - around my neck, with the same consistency of wear as ever, on a gold chain. Some people wear crosses, Stars of David, good luck charms, their own name done up in rhinestones. I wear a promise ring, until I can wear it where it belongs.
And I wish for that day with all the pieces of my heart.
The Only Act
I’ll wait for you, you said that day,
Wherever you will be.
Come back here, you would say,
And I promise you’ll find me.
I watch the dove in its flight,
Thinking that years from now,
We’ll have a reason to look back upon this act,
And take a most deserved bow.
The lead never came for his part in the play.
The heroine was left to sing her own song.
She never thought to be lonely,
For the years weren’t so unbearably long.
You say you’re only human,
What should I think of you?
Should I feel pity, guilt, or nothing at all?
Won’t you tell me what to do?
Actors were never supposed to flinch,
Or show their character’s traits so true,
But most of them weren’t like me,
And none were quite like you.
You told me that you’d be here;
Promised you would stay after I flee.
Did you simply neglect to say
That you weren’t talking to me?
So what I'm asking myself now is: why, in seventh grade, did I write this? What evil little muse got to me and pressed my hand to the pen and paper just this way? And *why* am I incapable of knocking off the melodrama when I see it, when I'm looking it square in the face?
. . . yeah, okay, so I blogged this against my better judgment, because people are going to ask weird questions and stuff, but hey. All is well. There are other poems that giggling little sprites made me commit to the memory of my computer as well; always other poems. This one, I wonder. This one, I hope, is just trying to make me afraid.
I am not afraid.
. . . . . entries for 2.9.05 . . . . .
Abby is sad. :(
Oh my freaking god. The art projects were optional.
WHAT THE FUCK.
Sorry. o.< You probably do not realize how ridiculous this is to me.
Okay. I haven't really been posting anything particularly political lately. Allow this to be the post that breaks that trend.
I was just talking to my mom about Katrina and New Orleans - specifically, how it has become a political event. We touched on a few lobes of this general issue.
First: Our neighboring Communist countries are rushing to our aid. Cuba's sending doctors and Venezuela's sending oil. It's funny because we don't really jump to give them yellow-bellied Reds any help; maybe it's because we're bloodsucking Capitalists. Anyway, I made a bet with my mom that, within the next month, a story about an injured/sick hurricane victim refusing treatment from a Commie doctor would appear in the news. This is not because Communist doctors are inherently evil or without skill, but because a lot of people will *think* they are. Certainly, Chinese doctors under Mao were pretty bad (remember "I Work as a Peasant and a Barefoot Doctor," Hirota-Morris children?) and Communist products in general have historically tended to be low-quality, but hey - let's give them a shot, shall we? Times are a'changing, and it seems as if the Reds are going to kick our economic asses eventually. Let the fun begin.
Second: Okay, let me recover from my Commie rant. What was I going to write about?
Oh yeah. The Bush administration sucking.
Again from the classroom of Rosemary Hirota-Morris, I recall our Taiwan Crisis Simulation. Good times we had. In particular, I remember Tanzania, wondering why the hell it was there, and everything falling into perspective when a tsunami hit its already poverty-stricken coastline. The proceedings on the entanglement of Taiwan, Japan, North Korea and China (not to mention the good old U.S. of A.) came to a halt. Everyone agreed on one thing: Tanzania needed help. A committee was established. The problem would be addressed.
The point of this little reverie is to demonstrate to my readers one thing: Natural disasters are supposed to be simple to deal with. Not simple as in easy to cope with emotionally or anything like that, but they're just BAD. There should not be anything political, blurry, or "gray area" about hundreds or thousands of people dying due to Mother Nature's wrath. It's supposed to be easy to help people who need help.
It was not easy for the Bush administration. Unlike the tsunami that recently struck the Indian Ocean region, the Gulf Coast had several days notice, the ability to evacuate, and a superpower's military and ecotechnological muscle to help deal with human damages. Fourty thousand troops are mobilizing to get to the area. Some are there. Some are on their way.
They were too late. Thousands of people are dead on the Gulf Coast because something in the bureaucracy went haywire and didn't get those Greyhound buses going in time to save those people, didn't bother to issue a forceful evacuation order, didn't, didn't.
What I will remember most about this event is not the aftermath or watching the coverage on the news: it is watching Weather on the 9's on my local news channel, the perky female meteorologist pointing out a tropical depression in the Atlantic and informing her audience, pleasantly and as an afterthought to the rest of her forecast, that, if the depression became a storm, it would be named Katrina.
Dear American bureaucracy: were you just not watching the weather?
Check this out, if you haven't already. xD Furthermore, read the expert commentary.
. . . . . entries for 1.9.05 . . . . .
Wow, I'm enjoying drawing this. xD I wonder if I'll enjoy pasteling it, too.
Feet: sort-of done. They could use refining, but said refining doesn't really require me to have my feet on the ceiling anymore. xD Huzzah!
Happy September. . . not.
come home?
.:people:.
{ting}
she looks like the real thing
{mari}
out and about
[kelsey]
THIS IS AMERICA
{yianni}
stop being depressed
{alisa}
other
[shannon]
close and far
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islands where no islands should go
[cassie]
eating knowledge
{colin}
my dm
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{elle}
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never heard of miyazaki
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are you reading this?
[olga]
distracted
[messiah dan]
messiah/believer
{max}
approach focus
[natalie]
wait a minute
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solitude
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manbeargreg
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
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