. . . . . entries for 31.1.06 . . . . .
Hm. . . State of the Onion address. . .
I had an outrageous amount of stuff afoot today.
First: math competition. If I got at least 13 of the 15 questions I answered right, I qualify for the next round. I think I did, too. This is weird - I haven't qualified in previous years.
Second: Farin Urlaub's song Dusche in German class. It is possibly the most amazing song ever. The video is weird as hell, and Farin is incredibly good-looking in an Aryan race sort of way. You know. xD If there is a Loki in this world, he does, in fact, look a lot like Farin Urlaub.
Mmm. . . I'll fahr in YOUR Urlaub any time you like! Har har.
Third: Chem midterm part two. I have a feeling I kicked its ass.
Fourth: Lunch seventh mod, a new phenomenon! Hung out with Shannon, Matt and Susan, just a few of my favorite people. :P
Fifth: First day of GIRLS' TEAM WATER SPORTS with Tina, Rusie (or should I say Neely), Emma, and (possibly, eventually) Natalie. So ridiculous. xD It'll be entertaining.
Sixth: Got my Latin midterm back, and got a 108 on it - that's with the ten bonus points, though. Got a 98 straight up on the old regents exam, i.e. I could just ignore the class for the rest of the year if I really wanted to.
Seventh: Went to the office, amidst many "ooooh"s from my Latin class. Had a pleasant chat with Rickert. I am not in trouble, but someone else is. (If you don't know, don't ask. :P)
Eighth: Helped out with the wee debaters at VA. Fun as always.
Ninth: Youth Court meeting. Youth Court is ridiculous. I am not sure why I bother.
Currently: All a'wonder at my lack of chemistry tomorrow. I guess I should force myself to do my math homework. Sigh.
. . . . . entries for 30.1.06 . . . . .
"Sleepy" has finally outdone "better" on my iMood history! About bloody time.
ALAN GREENSPAN IS MORTAL!? This is an outrage!
Life is weird.
My dreams seem to focus and specialize in the realm of misdirection; last night, I had one of those typical bad-day-at-school dreams, about APUSH in particular. Today I got back my Lincoln paper and got a perfect grade. Honestly - my dreams are nonsense to me from now on. :P
Also got an A in math! I don't know how it happened but I ain't complainin'.
. . . . . entries for 29.1.06 . . . . .
I have become one of those people who rolls their eyes at displays of Valentine's Day chocolate. I guess it hardly needs to be wondered at why, but still, it irks me that I have taken up that point of view.
Nail polish makes my fingers cooooold. >.o
People are really quite something. Yes indeed they are.
*Lots* of sleep and bizarre dreams. I feel better. o.O
Dreams have furthered impressions that the world, in general, could be worse.
. . . . . entries for 28.1.06 . . . . .
If there was any fight left in me, this day summarily removed it. I am so, so tired, and, come to think of it, a little scared. Ugh.
. . . . . entries for 27.1.06 . . . . .
The dungeon went well! Colin made my character useful, which is a thrill. He also gave me espresso beans, and I'm not sure why. o.O They'll help me stay awake tomorrow.
In other news, there has been some sweet, sweet irony in the world of eminent domain. I may just use it in my case. :P Maybe.
There will be GAMING TONIGHT!
. . . . . entries for 26.1.06 . . . . .
I wish I knew what angry god decided to give me crappy circulation. I'd give them what for, that I would.
Debate meeting tonight? What debate meeting tonight? :P
I think, seeing as how no one has volunteered, Bloomdog gets the four hugs. :P I love that man!
I am a terrible person for stealing this and blogging it, and I don't care!
It's from a webcomic - the one at the main URL of that image, incidentally, if you want to look.
. . . . . entries for 25.1.06 . . . . .
At some point, I have to set up my new printer. We all know how wonderful technical garbage is. It'll be a blast. :P
Mesiah, consider relaying this to the appropriate parties.
Gentlemen, I hate to break it to you, but: this crap is not my fault. I will not be made to think it's my fault. For now, anyway, this is out of my hands. If it reenters my hands, I will not go easy on you.
This is not some grudge. It is not a vendetta. It is a fundamental lack of values on your part. Why should I let this slide? What reason have I? There are consequences for doing things as stupid and blatantly wrong as this. There are consequences for a reason. They are there so you will learn. I do not believe you are of the type of character that can learn without consequences, and Gods know you'll have plenty of fun trying to squirm out of the consequences in any case.
If I hear anything about this from this moment forward, I will pretend it has not been said, unless it is from an authority such as Mr. Rickert.
I.
Can't.
Live.
My.
Entire.
Life.
Around.
This.
Advance notice for blogreaders: I will be pointedly ignoring the Internet for a while. This is a necessary measure. Enjoy your freedom from Erin.
. . . . . entries for 24.1.06 . . . . .
I rediscovered a lot of old favorite songs while searching for a CD-RW today. Found one, but it turned not to be RW. At all. That bastard! Oh well.
I.
Love.
The song.
Never There.
By Cake.
SO GOOD.
^.^
Off to teach the wee debaters! Yar.
. . . . . entries for 23.1.06 . . . . .
I did not realize how freaking hardcore some of my friends are until today. Thank you, hardcore friends, for being so freaking hardcore.
If one cannot release frustration in burst of violence, irony is a fantastic substitute. ^_______^
The act of putting together a CD made to ironically represent a personality remains enormously entertaining.
I am pretty sure, judging by the strength of my chest pain, that if things continue this way for a while longer, I will die of a heart attack at age sixteen-and-one-half. It is a disheartening thought, but I just thought I'd warn you all, so you won't be surprised when my body ceases to function.
In other news: I was given a colorful Star of David today. o.O Kinda weird. I wonder who lost it.
I am tired, and my week is not over.
I wonder if they'd regret things if I died of it. I doubt it. I think it would just confuse them, and naturally they would never imagine that it was their fault.
I am not emo. Not remotely emo. SHUT UP I'M NOT EMO DAMN IT.
. . . someone shoot me. -.- I'm pretty sure it'd be quicker and less painful than a heart attack.
. . . . . entries for 22.1.06 . . . . .
The title of my latest masterpiece:
"Brucie, Jr. Dreams of Gilboa Dam Bursting"
. . . so maybe it isn't a fantastic work of art, but it's damn cute.
Today was that day - you know, that day - upon which one makes up for the abject productivity of many previous days. LAAAAAZY.
I'd forgotten how amazing Neil Gaiman is. I'm something like halfway through American Gods and it is *quite* something.
In any case, today is supposed to be that day - you know, that day - upon which one does one's art project. So I'd better get on that.
It'd be more fun to just live life one creative splurge to the other, but I think I'd hate myself for it.
. . . . . entries for 21.1.06 . . . . .
Fifth of fourteen at CBA. Not bad - and Niskayuna swept my division of L-D, so I am pretty happy about the results. Deek now has a half-bid in J-V. We got second place overall L-D sweeps. Sohail got first place Varsity. I think that makes him qualed for States. Word to that. Next weekend is Niskayuna. Hopefully I'll pick up my other half-bid there. o.O
It was a loooong day. I am tired. There will be sleep tonight.
TOOLBOX!
It may be that I will die of exhaustion before I get to save the world. That'd kinda suck.
Just finished my aff case for this resolution. (Observe clock: quarter past midnight-ish.) The neg is almost impossible to win on, so I don't feel too terrible about not writing a killingly elaborate and wonderful case on it. (I'll probably write like a page and a half and devote most of the 1NR to killing the affirmative, violently, with a lot of blood and shattering of bones.)
Sigh. Life's rough.
. . . . . entries for 19.1.06 . . . . .
People.
Are so.
Ridiculous!
::singsong:: Applying to save the world, yeah, I'm applying to save the wooooorld.
. . . . . entries for 18.1.06 . . . . .
I thought I'd learned not to be soppy on my blog. o.O Ah well.
I finished my UWC essay and math homework last night in spite of myself. Tonight I have less junk to do, and I know enough not to turn on the evil AIMdevice. -.-
. . . . . entries for 17.1.06 . . . . .
If I thought I was overworked before, I clearly had no fucking idea.
So. Debate shit going down again. (Pardon the excessive use of cursewords, I'm in an expletive sort of mood.) According to Neal, he and I are "at nuclear war." (I guess that makes me Pakistan?) So something is going to happen. I am not sure what. I don't believe Neal is capable of changing, so I have a feeling one or the other of us will leave the team. I have a feeling it's going to be me.
One of the living, breathing human beings on this Earth I have devoted a lot of my time and emotional attachment to has decided that he cannot call me his friend. That stings a little.
There is also schoolwork, and my UWC essay, which I have to finish tonight, or my mother will make me stay home from school tomorrow. I have written the first paragraph. I have not started my massive math assignment.
So I wonder what'll happen to me.
. . . . . entries for 16.1.06 . . . . .
All of this overachieving is making me CRAZY.
It is Martin Luther King Day. I kind of intended to go volunteer today, but forgot about it, being lost in application work as I am. Here I go with sacrificing the present for the future again. Humbug!
. . . . . entries for 15.1.06 . . . . .
SHIT, playing with Princeton Review is more fun than it has ANY RIGHT to be. o.o
. . . . . entries for 14.1.06 . . . . .
Today, I acquired a prom dress.
. . . . . entries for 13.1.06 . . . . .
Today: mini-schoolday, David's house, and FFIX to the max. It was such a lazy day compared to the rest of this week. I'll make up for it tomorrow though. Gah.
On that note, I am totally going the hell to sleep, RIGHT NOW. And you CAN'T STOP ME. HAHAHAAAAA!
. . . . . entries for 12.1.06 . . . . .
Oh.
My.
God.
DAN YOU WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME
WHAT WITH THE LAUGHING AND THE ASPHYXIATION
GAH
ZOMG SO CUTE
It's catchy and has a nice cadence to it; *I* say it's a song.
PRODIGAL SHEEP!
Can you tell I'm having a little trouble focusing?
Also - the ARGUE pants were ruled out of the debate team picture. That is sad. I was late to the meeting for these pants. Meh.
I have a feeling, given the way this evening is going, that my Lincoln paper is going to be trash.
I wish I knew exactly what triggered these play-dress-up moments. Maybe it's just a procrastination thing; I'd certainly rather recall good times in pretty dresses than write my APUSH paper.
I am not nearly as tired as I ought to be. This is a problem. I need a nap. o.o
Going to David's house tomorrow, for fun and frolicking? I guess? (Not going if dying of sleep deprivation, which is a fair possibility.)
Why yes, I *am* planning of dying of sleep deprivation this week - I never thought anyone would notice! Har har.
. . . . . entries for 11.1.06 . . . . .
Tired, and tonight is one of my big write-y nights. Sleep first, homework later. Also must write guidance-y thing.
Re-figured out how to pearl properly last night, and talked about saving the world with my mother. More important than homework, damn it. Knitting and global wellness! MORE IMPORTANT!
If I give any indication of not being totally on-task this evening, please beat me soundly about the ears, allow me to sleep for a few minutes, then get me up and force me to write the origin story for Josef Golem. Thank you in advance.
. . . . . entries for 10.1.06 . . . . .
People are ludicrous. I am a person. I guess I am ludicrous.
Bah!
Swooped by the art show and the Burke household. The Burke household was more fun because there was a cat, and cats are awesome. (Also Natalie. Natalie is awesome.)
When is Naughty Catholic Schoolgirl Day this year?
. . . . . entries for 9.1.06 . . . . .
I am filling out the "My Thoughts About Me" sheet for guidance. It's weird because usually I dislike tooting my own horn. Tooting said horn is the entire point of this exercise. It's kinda yucky. Harum.
. . . . . entries for 8.1.06 . . . . .
Oh god no!
| Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with Erinitis | |
| Cause: | viral |
| Symptoms: | excessive tentacle growth, black irises, levitation, extreme levitation |
| Cure: | take four purple crystals before going to bed |
Levitation and EXTREME levitation! xD (I was born with black eyes. O.O)
Which FF Character Are You?
Second character was Locke, third was Rikku. So I'm a dirty thief, basically. xD (Well, an endearing and adorable thief, but. . . y'know.)
I think I will waste an hour or two FFIX-ing. ^___^
Finished Kavalier and Clay. My mom wanted it to end sooner, and happier, and I think she kind of missed the point. o.O Oh well. Read it! It's good stuff.
So I have to write an extra chapter, which will basically unconditionally require research outside of the book itself. That's kind of depressing. Ooooh well.
I had a dream about No Exit last night. o.O It was bizarre, and John Nolan was there, and I do not know why. The matinee is probably starting pretty soon. Break many legs, goofballs, and may none of them be your own.
. . . . . entries for 7.1.06 . . . . .
Colin sent me this. I just think it's hilarious to see a bunch of old school sprites singing this song. xD
. . . eh, maybe not. I might finish Kavalier and Clay today. *I* don't think it's winding down, but my mother did. Hm.
I feel like I wasted the day.
. . . . . entries for 6.1.06 . . . . .
Nicole's surprise congratulations party was pretty rockin'. I no longer have the MIT song stuck in my head, thank God. o.O Catchy or otherwise, I can only take so much.
Teenagers are strange, be they wildly intelligent otherwise. I guess I am one of them in spite of myself. That is strange also.
I do not have to get up to do *anything* tomorrow. ^____^
I have not doodled needlessly in *far* too long. Drew a self-portrait of me, at a bit of inspiration from Pirate Dan, in which I am only slightly repulsively cute. God. It is his evil influence.
A means by which to get the damn picture onto my computer would be nice. o.O Maybe I'll commandeer someone's digital camera for like two minutes.
Tiny Caligula?
WEEKEND. Thank God. o.o
We had a guidance meeting today. That was, er, okay, I guess. Going to spent copious amounts of time at the guidance office next week. Woo UWC.
. . . . . entries for 5.1.06 . . . . .
Blog-tweaking = fantastic method of homework evasion and self-distraction. Just adjusted the sidebar a little.
We kids - well, we Sherman kids anyway - have been instilled with the impression that the best career is one helping other people. It's not like anyone ever told us, it's just sort of a given. But I wonder, in light of recent events, if anyone even wants to be helped; I am beginning to think, much to my own chagrin, that I owe the world nothing, and that I would be as unappreciated as a politician as if I were an engineer or linguist or cryptographer.
Then I remember Lincoln, and I realize I don't really care if I owe the world nothing. Someone has to do this. I relate to politicians of yore easily, and I catch myself identifying with Lincoln and stop. He was something greater. Why? He knew what was right; he had a course of action clear ahead of him. It seems as if we don't have that, nowadays, but upon a moment's thought, we do. We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, except those outside of United States borders; except those working in sweatshops, making our clothing; except those used by the diamond, drug, oil and god-knows-what-else cartels at home and abroad; except those who are powerless in the many nations of Earth.
Following, it seems clear that we must liberate the oppressed, but then comes the question: what good will it do them? The purest happiness, sadness, hatred and love, the best and most innocent humanity is attained every day in the poorest places, where people cannot afford to suffer over frivolities; they suffer over that which is real. Would I rob them of that?
So first I am not trustworthy. Okay, I guess no one can be universally trusted. But then this. I wanted to see No Exit, damn it. -.- Consider me uggy-buggy to the extreme.
Not as exhausted today, and lacking the usual ten tons of reading. I may read Kavalier and Clay for hours on end since, you know, I'm supposed to have read it already. Wooo.
Not as exhausted as I have been. Word to that.
My afternoon naps, while enormously pleasant, are wreaking havoc upon my body and mind. It cannot be past midnight. It does not *feel* like it is past midnight. All at once, however, it *is* past midnight. My body clock rebels. It is most terrible.
We might have another delay tomorrow. o.O I doubt. (We'll probably really need one, not get one, and die in the morning commute. It'll be a blast, kids!)
Who thinks I'll get called to the office for wearing a shirt with an extremely stylized not-quite-human fellow in a steepled hat holding something which may or may not be a butterknife behind his back. . . ::breathes:: on the back? I guess we shall see.
. . . . . entries for 4.1.06 . . . . .
I am at schoooool and have nothing to dooooo. For once. o.O I have a ton of reading tonight, of course, but the first order of business shall be SLEEP. The second order of business shall be the assurance of application-bit delivery to the appropriate people, i.e. Natalie's mom, guidance, and Mrs. Hirota-Morris (who agreed to do it today!). The final order of businessy business will be the reading of the Lincoln stuff and the writing of the response.
I am *damn* tired. Very sad. :(
. . . . . entries for 3.1.06 . . . . .
I had an interesting dream this afternoon/evening. It strikes me as the type which could easily be picked apart by some analyst somewhere to reveal the inner workings of my brain. It involved a hair salon, a park, wolves, a monster-thing, and several people from school. (I liked the part with the wolves best, because they were pups, even if they were, like, trying to kill each other.)
Now, the RHETORICAL NOTEBOOKS! If I die this week, it will be for academia! Hoorah!
Delaaaaaaay
. . . . . entries for 2.1.06 . . . . .
Say what one will about history, that it be dry, dusty or in the past, but parts of it are just *fascinating.*
At the Battle of Manassas, the first major fight of the Civil War (after it was declared), civilians rode in from Washington to watch, believing that it would be quick and clean, a one-battle war. I imagine them in white Sunday clothes, toasting to victory, like croquet at St. John's College.
Ancestors: The public of Rome flooding to the colusseum, eager to watch warrior criminals hack one another to pieces, those condemned to death devoured by tigers.
Evolution: The overwhelming terror which caused a mass panic as the civilians and Union soldiers fled to Washington on the same road.
Civilized, indeed.
Have you ever found part of yourself so absurd that you want to roll your eyes back into your skull for the purpose of giving the offending section of brain a terrible, scouring glare? Ever wanted to just like, pull it out and give it a stern talking-to?
No? Eh.
People are predictable, and that I can more or less cope with - it just repulses me that I'm predictable too.
For this application thing, we're supposed to list extracurrics, family activities, and "hobbies." My hobbies aren't very marketable. It's very strange writing "tabletop gaming (original systems)" and "creative writing (esp. poetry)" on an official sort of document. It has a section for "positions held and honors achieved" which is even worse. I've never been an officer in anything, I've just dabbled in various things. What proof do I have that any of it is real? None that I can show them, it seems. Maybe if I get called for an interview I can make this stuff apparent. (Because I'll totally get called for an interview. -.-)
In other news: APUSH response due tomorrow that I only kind of forgot about. Jesus H. Christ, I say. JESUS H. CHRIST.
Dentist appointment? What dentist appointment? >.o My family is WICKED AWESOME at like, telling me things.
I had a weird dream, but I'll be damned if I can remember anything about it. Alas! Maybe I'll recall something later and blog it.
Also: Kavalier and Clay is much, much better than X-the-other-homework-item (i.e. APUSH which I really really really should be doing). Ah well - it'll all get done, somehow or other. (Sleep? Who needs sleep?)
And now for something COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.
Which Victoria's Secret Angel are you?
Heidi Klum
You are a girly girl and love pink!
Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!
. . . I dunno, I thought it was funny. xD
. . . . . entries for 1.1.06 . . . . .
This speaks for itself.
AAAAGH MIDRIFF AAAAAAAAAGH
So this is only KIND OF the best picture EVER.
YES.
So the sum result of this day could be expressed very simply:
Good luck.
And last of all: I may be vain, but I am also, upon occasion, *exceedingly* cute.
See that? I am like a pixie. Give me wings and furry antennae and I will be your faerie familiar. Teehee! (Doesn't it look like I'd say "teehee?")
. . . incidentally, I am also a mobster.
And that is all.
Madness and mayhem, o my!
The lovely Nattles joins the Masked Wheeler in a CRIME FIGHTING EXTRAVAGANZA!
And these are of me and my lackeys. Har har. We shall take over the world.
A couple of family shots to break it up while I'm waiting for the homecoming stuff to load:
I think this next one is the best picture ever!
On to homecoming '05! Individual shots of two of my most favoritest people:
My suspicion is that the next blog layout will be roughly based on the next three pictures. (Remember that post back a couple days in which I described an outfit I just bought?)
. . . so to end the X-C stuff on a lighter note, here are pictures of tent shenanigans. The non-Charlie gentleman is Phil. The gentleman Phil is doing something questionable to is Noah. (Hey man, no one really knows.)
This is that strange picture I mentioned below. Thinking back, I think I saw it then. Some strange part of me wants to remember it.
The plural term for this is "silly geese."
It is good to be a silly goose.
Aha, I KNEW I had skipped them. Such a freakishly pseudosymbolic occurance could not have occurred naturally.
. . . so I'll have it on my montage anyway. You know, I'd rather have it than not.
So you know I'm not usually really really sentimental, but hey. This was the last picture taken of us before Charlie and I declared ourselves platonic. (Not really, but it's the only one of that batch that survived onto the disc, apparently. Damn that seems so off. I'll have to check the disc again. . .)
Stranger than just getting all those pictures developed is lacking a few of the ones I view as, if not the most artful, the most. . . significant. I have hard copies, but they weren't on the CD for whatever reason. One of them is one of those strange pictures - certainly you have seen their kind before, or if you haven't, you someday will. These strange pictures, taken when the subject isn't aware of it, that capture something you didn't really want captured; you were never searching for it, but there it is on the glossy photo paper, real enough to elbow its way into your mind, heart and soul even if you want to ignore the image entirely. The camera is hard and bitter in its visual utterances of truth, even if your own eyes aren't.
Hindsight, however, is perfect. Looking back, I saw what the camera saw before this film was developed. Why in the world did I take a picture of it then?
. . . in any case. In a way, it's better to only have a hard copy of such a thing, to look at only when you want to, and not whenever it decides with a sadisic giggle to appear on your screensaver.
I shall upload other pictures shortly.
Happy New Year! . . . and Dan, sorry for not turning my phone on, I was watching Edward Scissorhands so it slipped my mind. :P
Edward is sculpting. :)
My ARGUE pants are AMAZING. Yes. Yes they are. Thank you, o Shannon my love.
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
{frank}
islands where no islands should go
[cassie]
eating knowledge
{colin}
my dm
[emily]
shoulder to the wheel
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industry insider
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angry enviro
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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
[susan]
solitude
{greg}
manbeargreg
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