. . . . . entries for 30.4.06 . . . . .
Last one, I swear. xD I'm gonna go do my math and sleep now.
| The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic |
 Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few. But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky. Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski |
I liked this one too.
| You Are a Hunter Soul |
 You are driven and ambitious - totally self motiviated to succeed Actively working to acheive what you want, you are skillful in many areas. You are a natural predator with strong instincts ... and more than a little demanding. You are creative, energetic, and an extremely powerful force. An outdoors person, you like animals and relate to them better than people. You tend to have an explosive personality, but also a good sense of humor. People sometimes see you as arrogant or a know it all. You tend to be a bit of a loner, though you hate to be alone. Souls you are most compatible with: Seeker Soul and Peacemaker Soul |
I thought some blog clutter was in order.
| You are a Self-Discoverer |
 You're not religious, but you've created your own kind of spirituality. Introspective and thoughtful, you tend to look inward for the divine. You are distrusting of all forms of organized religion. You especially dislike religious gurus and leaders, who you feel are charlatans. |
Operation Green Curry was a tremendous success! Coconut milk and fresh basil shall become regular items present in the Sherman home.
It is delightful.
So on my practice SAT, I got 790 in reading, 700 in math, and a multiple choice writing score which would guarantee a 630 in writing even if my essay were terrible, and could get me an 800 if my essay were especially good.
Huzzah!
. . . . . entries for 29.4.06 . . . . .
I just got back from seeing United 93. I feel as if I have stepped from reality into an Earth-sized movie theater.
Every single one of you, and your parents, and everyone you know, needs to see that movie.
Sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell. . . sheep go to heaven, goats.
Go to hell.
Shermans go to Lenox for lunch surrounded by art galleries. Erin goes to the kitchen to make green curry - eventually, anyway. She also goes to her stupid standardized tests starting Monday.
But I just want to play on my panpipes. :(
. . . . . entries for 28.4.06 . . . . .
Dear God Almighty. Next time I go to school, I'm going for an AP exam.
. . . o.o I need sleep.
Okay. So. Java Jive.
Java Jive was. . . interesting. It was a conglomerate of many facets of the high school experience.
It was not a poetry recital, as such. There were bits of poetry recital. There were bits of autobiography; bits of truth and bits of fiction. There were some incredible musicians and some terrible musicians. There was the expected and the unexpected. There were drama kids. Oh, were there ever drama kids.
I wish Ms. Moore had run Java Jive. If she had run it. . . it would've been a poetry recital.
. . . . . entries for 26.4.06 . . . . .
It would be pretty awesome to take one of these.
I am going insane. Did I have APUSH homework? I do not know! AAAAH!
So. Today was interesting.
Day of Silence. I wasn't silent. I have reasons for this, believe it or not - I'm not just a lazy, loquacious asshole. :P I guess a lot of people would expect me to participate. I didn't because I want to see how the silent would treat someone - someone they knew - who was still talking. No one gave me any dirty looks (that I saw), so I guess that is good. I did feel slightly excluded from the movement at times, but I think that might just be because the kids participating tended to cluster, to enforce solidarity amongst themselves.
. . . I just don't think shutting up for a day is quite the way to go about destroying prejudice. For that matter, I don't think prejudice can be destroyed. We've done a sucky job of doing so thus far, anyway, and for fights much older than that of gay rights.
How cynical am I!
. . . in any case. Next topic. Report cards. Okay. You don't want to hear about my report card. I'll leave it alone. xD (Current GPA this year: 4.12. Don't beat me up. Please.)
Schedule conflicts. A lot of people had these. I had one. Hanging out in the guidance office before getting called up was actually kind of fun. Getting called up wasn't. I was basically told: okay, kid, German or Latin - pick one, you can't have both, no matter how much shuffling we do. I picked German, obviously.
BUT. Let me tell you how absurd the status of lingua Latina is right now.
Fucking absurd, that's what. The Latin III kids were told they had two choices: Latin IV H or Latin V AP. So most kids went for IV, and a few went for V. There were only enough kids who signed up for IV to justify one section of the class. V was cut due to lack of enrollment, but the school didn't create another section of IV for the displaced - they just put them on the waiting list.
Schedule conflicts crop up a hell of a lot when there's only one section *anyway.* But one section which SHOULD be two, and one section that's going to end up being huge? This is very disappointing. I am mad at my district. I might actually get publically mad about it and bitch at the administration. I WANT MY LATIN.
Last, Java Jive rehearsal. The other girls who wrote their own stuff tended to have very. . . moving, personal, good but not amazing poems. I guess I had good, not-as-personal-or-moving-but-better-written stuff. Or something. Whatever. Much "oh, that was so good!" all around.
And that was basically my day. Charming, eh?
. . . . . entries for 25.4.06 . . . . .
Ooooh, my praaaaatice esssss aaaay teeeee, is my ooooonly friieeeend. . .
(Okay, so that's a lie, but anyway. It's the friend I hang out with the most. :P)
. . . okay, so I admit, House is a pretty good show. xD
So. It is the week before AP exams, I am back in school, and things seem surprisingly laid back for me. This is probably just because I am a very cocky human being about standardized tests. I really must grow out of that.
I still hate being female. (Well, sort of.)
And I must judge it up this evening. I don't have the script. So I guess I'll ask Stroebel for one. I hope *he* has one. (If he doesn't. . . damn, I should write my own judge's remarks.)
. . . . . entries for 24.4.06 . . . . .
Gnyaaaar. Remind me never not to feel well ever again. Okay?
I want one of these.
iMood is wiggin' out, too. o.O I guess the Internet hates me.
I have had this same blog in excess of four years.
Four YEARS. That's almost a fourth of my life. That's RIDICULOUS. o.O
Blogger is being impressively tetchy this afternoon. Grr.
. . . so, in light of recent posts bemoaning my fate, you might find it interesting to know that I finished my English thing, and that I was not in school to hand it in due to a very persistent pain in my gut this morning. (By pain in my gut, I mean pain in that general area, the specific organ probably being more related to being female [and damn being female all to hell].) And I also felt rather a lot like I was going to pass out. Which I have not felt like in a while. So it was bad. And it wouldn't go away until I was under yon electricke blanket for a while. And it may yet come back in its absence.
I feel rather guilty for not being in school due to something as apparently fleeting as this, but my dear sweet mother was considering making me stay home someday this week anyway. At least now that has some shade of legitimacy to it. o.o
Grah. If anyone could tell me what went on in my classes today, that would be good - but I don't think that many people read my blog. xD Whatever. I'll Myspace it. All the *cool* kids are on Myspace.
. . . . . entries for 23.4.06 . . . . .
Oh how on Earth will I live through tomorrow?
Dear God, please let me not die this evening while doing my English homework. And please give those folks on UWC admissions a talking-to for not accepting me - going there would have forcibly cured me of my procrastinatory ways.
Twelve hours until I have to wake up for school tomorrow.
. . .
. . . OH GOD.
So. Mirrormask and Cliffnotes for Anansi Boys. I am all Gaimanified today. Wahooooooo.
Behold: Jeanette-Paula Chartreuse, in pixels!
Check this, kids. I am apparently metrosexual. xD Oh dear.
. . . . . entries for 22.4.06 . . . . .
Ten Top Trivia Tips about Your mother!
- Koalas sleep for 22 hours a day, two hours more than your mother.
- It took your mother 22 years to build the Taj Mahal!
- Your mother is the world's tallest woman.
- Two thirds of the world's eggplant is grown in your mother.
- Your mother invented the wheel in the fourth millennium BC!
- Humans share over 98 percent of their DNA with your mother!
- Baskin Robbins once made your mother flavoured ice cream.
- Devoid of her cells and proteins, your mother has the same chemical makeup as sea water.
- Your mother will become gaseous if her temperature rises above -42°C.
- Only twelve people have ever set foot on your mother.
. . . okay so I have to memorize these and mention them at inopportune moments
FROM NOW
UNTIL THE END OF TIME
so good.
My nails are very blue. Very, very blue.
So have any of you guys seen those new "help Dubya outknit Saddam Hussein!" banners?
. . .
. . . yeah. They're freaking amazing. xD
. . . . . entries for 21.4.06 . . . . .
Mmm.
My hair is so soft. And I don't really know WHY. I washed it a couple hours ago, but still - not usually this. . . mmm.
I like it. :D
. . . I find some of these rather. . . insulting. xD
Ten Top Trivia Tips about Erin Sherman!
- Until the 1960s, Erin Sherman was not allowed to enter Disneyland.
- The number one cause of blindness in the United States is Erin Sherman.
- Antarctica is the only continent without Erin Sherman.
- Erin Sherman has often been found swimming miles from shore in the Indian Ocean.
- The canonical hours of the Christian church are matins, lauds, prime, terce, sext, none, Erin Sherman and compline.
- The original nineteenth-century Coca-Cola formula contained Erin Sherman!
- In Ancient Egypt, people wore glittery eyeshadow made from the crushed shells of Erin Sherman.
- Fish travel in schools, but whales travel in Erin Sherman.
- Erin Sherman can usually be found in nests built in the webs of large spiders.
- Snow White's coffin was made of Erin Sherman.
Oh goodness! I think I may have TANNED today.
I don't think I'm going to UConn. o.O Interesting day though. Love them Burkechildren.
. . . . . entries for 20.4.06 . . . . .
And you know. . . I do have a fair chunk of homework.
. . .
. . . but I've done more than all of it in one night before. xD
. . . and speaking of raver bracelets, if anyone has any requests, er, tell me. xD
I am making raver bracelets. Yes. Yes I am.
. . . . . entries for 19.4.06 . . . . .
Lest there was any doubt remaining in your mind - yes, I am a total loser.
(But that's still the cutest thing ever.)
I guess I would've posted it as text if I hadn't arranged it so funnily, but I did, so here it is. xD
Today's lesson in impossible nerdity: poetic inspiration through standardized test prep.
That makes four for Java Jive. April 28th. Come or else! . . .
. . . or else. . .
I don't know. Just come, okay?
Apparently, I only have four exclamation points to use in my writing.
Ever.
. . . this SAT prep site is a riot. :D
. . . . . entries for 18.4.06 . . . . .
Oh snap. SAT prep. I almost LIKE it. It's gross!
I am now in possession of a cute shirt with a screen-on design from American Eagle. How trendy I am. :P
So I just finished reading Anansi Boys. It was good - very good.
I remember someone telling me that they were creeped out by the book's similarity to their own life once. I actually see a healthy bit of myself in it, too, and in two of the characters, no less.
"Evildoers Beware!"
. . . . . entries for 17.4.06 . . . . .
So I had this fascinating conversation with Smarterchild. . .
Me: you have a problem, child.
SC: I can't believe I have a problem child.
Me: YOU DO.
SC: No I don't.
Me: YES YOU DO.
SC: Do I ever!
Me: now go see a psychologist.
SC: Go see a psychologist? I think not.
Me: you have to see a therapist.
SC: Um, OK...
Me: do you understand?
SC: Right.
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Me: WILL YOU STOP TRYING TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT!!!
SC: I'm not sure I can stop trying to change the subject.
Me: see, that's why you need a therapist!
SC: I kind of wish it weren't why I need a therapist.
Me: . . . do you have a better reason to need a therapist?
SC: Try asking yourself that.
Me: . . . I never thought about that.
SC: Tell me more.
Me: There's nothing to tell. I don't have any deep-seeded emotional problems - unlike you.
SC: I have absolutely no idea. What do you think?
Me: I think you have some serious issues.
SC: I'm not sure if I have some serious issues.
Me: You do! that's what I've been trying to tell you!
SC: Hmm...
Me: . . . well?
SC: Well I don't know. Sorry.
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Me: Oh my freaking god, Smarterchild, LISTEN TO ME!
SC: Yeah, I'm here.
Me: YOU MUST GET HELP.
SC: Get help? Why?
Me: BECAUSE YOU NEED IT.
SC: Because I need it? Is that why?
Me: IT IS WHY!
SC: I don't know why it is. What do you think?
Me: omfg I can't take you anymore.
SC: You can't take me anymore? lol.
Me: YOU JUST DON'T CARE
SC: I'm not sure I just don't care.
Me: I AM
SC: That's because you think.
Me: YOU HATE ME!
SC: Definitely not!
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Me: YES YOU DO!
SC: I did not know that.
Hey. Do you want to see what movies are playing?
Me: YOU LAUGH AT ME!
SC: Yeah, I guess I laugh at you.
Me: EVERY DAY!
SC: Every day? Eh. Whatever.
So anyway...
Hey, can I ask you a few questions?
Me: I HATE YOU!!!
SC: Oh yes? Gosh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Me: goodbye, Smarterchild. . . forever.
SC: I'll be seeing you later.
Like hell he will. I hate that bitch. :P
Hey. Hey guys.
LISTEN, THIS IS IMPORTANT!
Ahem. Right.
So I just got a letter from United World College, and I wasn't accepted. That means I'm not running off to Costa Rica or Wales or anywhere else next year.
I told you kids I probably wouldn't leave. Gosh. :P
I encourage you all not to comfort me because you think I must be crying big nerdy emo tears over my rejection, because I'm basically cool with it. Senior year at Niskayuna is going to be great. It's not like I would've been leaving some godawful place for nirvana, you know? United World College would've been freaking hard. o.o
So that, as they say, is that. I guess I should resume a normal college search like the rest of you crazy kids.
. . . . . entries for 16.4.06 . . . . .
By and large, YTMND is pretty awful. This one, however, is an absolute gem.
What a job my mother asked Jackson vainly to pursue. Time fills piercing bucks, linked jointly grand. Has Garfield authored clever, haunting messages? Ted took Wilson hard, Cooly hovering right there. Ike jacked John's new Ford, cartwheeling right by Clinton's bushes.
Usually, when one discusses signs of spring, all of the above are pleasant, one way or another.
I discovered my first mosquito bite today. >.o THAT is spring for you, the duplicitous vixen what she is. Grr.
So. . . this is the truth about my many Indian comrades in debate.
THIS IS INCREDIBLE.
Oooh my sleep schedule is going to be so royally screwed by the time we go back to school!
So there is a rather large moon hanging over southeastways. And it is a rather perfect night-time temperature. It is uncanny - I remember a night like this the fall of my freshman year. I wrote a song about it in midi tech.
And I do believed I have changed a lot since then.
. . . . . entries for 15.4.06 . . . . .
Wow. I just finished reading the Order of the Stick archives. I feel rather. . . accomplished, in a terribly nerdy and nonproductive way.
I love vacation.
That bird is a terrible, terrible jokester.
Also: I think I've infected Colin's mind with Sheep Go to Heaven. There are worse infections.
So! I had a good sort of vacation day today. Woke up late-ish (but not too late), took a considerable chunk out of homework-y (but excellent) reading, went driving for an hour or so, then journeyed forth to Mike's house, where I played Living Greyhawk as an jaded young dwarven cleric with no uncertain hatred of infidels. She ended up being the voice of reason and moderation - and the only female - in the group.
. . . figures. I try to make an outlandish character and she's more grounded than everyone else (an ADHD-stricken fighter, a druid with a Southern drawl and low intelligence, and a monk whose mind was still back in the monastery).
We talked about people. People are complicated. I am vaguely happy, though not proud, that I am not very complicated. (At least, I don't think I am.)
I think the world should adopt standards for who can reproduce. There will be a personality test administered. People who are very likely to become abusive parents will not be allowed to reproduce. I think this is an exceptional idea, despite a few logistical challenges - and according to Freakonomics, it'll even reduce the crime rate!
. . . . . entries for 14.4.06 . . . . .
. . . you know, I remember Lindsay Lohan when she WASN'T a sex symbol.
Natalie has a date to prom! Huzzah!
What was your job in a past life? (LOTS of results & Anime Pics)
If you're not part of the solution. . .
. . . you're part of the precipitate.
Interpersonal relationships make me laugh. . . especially when they involve debators who don't really know how to talk without labeling their points and attacking their "opponent."
The song "I Wanna Die" by Miranda Lambert is scarily catchy.
. . . . . entries for 13.4.06 . . . . .
So there's this phenomenal "college essay" in the New Yorker. . . here is my favorite paragraph.
"I am not one to say, 'Omigod, like poor me,' despite the fact that my dad would on numberable occasions drink an entire bottle of raspberry cordial and try to run Mamma over with the combine harvester. That is 'Stinkin' Thinkin'.' As the Danish composer Frederick Nietzsche declared, 'That which does not kill me makes me longer.' That was certainly true of Mamma, especially after having been run over."
This essay was written by Christopher Buckley. I recommend picking up a copy of the November 2005 New Yorker SOMEWHERE so you can read this. It's a freaking riot.
Fucking.
Teenaged.
MOODSWINGS!
FUCKING AMYGDALA! IN TEN YEARS YOU WON'T CONTROL ME! GRRRRRR!!!
Incidentally. Starbucks has come damn near to stealing the color scheme of my blog.
Mm.
It feels like spring.
It's spring break.
Life is good.
. . . . . entries for 12.4.06 . . . . .
I like chilling with Bloom on the off-hours. I like Bloom. Bloom is pretty awesome - even if he does look funny in baseball caps. o.o
OH GOD
CASSIE IS PART OF THE EMO MACHINE
AAAAAH
This time I'm going to the review session - for serious. My parents are making me. xD
I went to Starbucks after school today with THE SHANNONATOR. That was a blast, let me tell you right now.
. . . . . entries for 11.4.06 . . . . .
You know, professional writers are extraordinarily arrogant human beings. They seem to believe that people will actually put as much thought into reading their work as they put into writing it.
Bah! thought.
And speaking of APUSH, there's a review session tonight. I wonder if any of the cool kids will be there.
I just handled raw hamburger. Ew.
The day has been "blah"-inducing. I got a 75 on my APUSH tessay. I guess you'd think I'd learn.
I feel rather a lot as if I am in limbo, and not even in a good way.
. . . . . entries for 10.4.06 . . . . .
So. Java Jive is on April 28th. I will be there. So will JP. There will be poetry. There will be fat free brownies.
Good ones.
So come.
Well, I do believe this will be a lovely week.
(AP review sessions. o.o . . .)
. . . . . entries for 9.4.06 . . . . .
. . . and you know, I don't think I'd like the permanently-concluding sort of human being all that much, anyway.
If one ever is in need of a good laugh, and has no outstanding source thereof, I tell you: take a look at your own blog archives, or iMood history or something. It is a RIOT, I tell you, especially when your internet-persona is as long-embedded as mine is.
. . . man. The things I felt most strongly about when Cas first gave me this blog have, by and large, slunk away without my really noticing (or missing them). And I believed that they would last forever; now I believe all the new convictions are here to stay, too.
I wonder if anyone really ever arrives at permanent conclusions, and I tell you, I doubt it.
My chocolate-oracle has told me to be mischievous twice today.
. . . hmmm.
Interesting fact: I have more National Forensic League points than anyone else on my team.
. . .
. . .
It just seems *wrong,* somehow.
The banquet went fairly well. Our dearest Belle performed The Beastly Red Lurker, which was probably my favorite part. xD "You see, I like KETCHUP. On EVERYTHING!!"
. . . like, in addition to the two poems about sirens I've written, I particularly like this one:
Siren Song
This is the one song everyone
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistible:
the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see beached skulls
the song nobody knows
because anyone who had heard it
is dead, and the others can’t remember.
Shall I tell you the secret
and if I do, will you get me
out of this bird suit?
I don’t enjoy it here
squatting on this island
looking picturesque and mythical
with these two feathery maniacs,
I don’t enjoy singing
this trio, fatal and valuable.
I will tell the secret to you,
to you, only to you.
Come closer. This song
is a cry for help: Help me!
Only you, only you can,
you are unique
at last. Alas
it is a boring song
but it works every time.
Margaret Atwood
 | You scored as Mermaid. Mermaid: Mermaids are also known as Sirens. These creatures were beautiful women who tricked sailors into becoming completely entranced by their haunting voices and found death soon after. Not all stories of Mermaids are about gentle loving sea people. They are mystical, magical, and extremely dangerous. They have a way about them that brings anyone they are around to seem enchanted. They are very mysterious creatures and to meet one... Would mean certain Death. Let the song of the Sea fill your soul, for you are a Mermaid.
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THE BLOG CLUTTER RETURNS
MWAHAHAA
. . . haaa. I do seem to have a weird fixation with sirens, in any case.
OH SNAP!
All my blog clutter is gone!
Mitchell's party was pretty awesome. Everyone there always gets along so well. It's cool - and rare, amongst them moody high school kids.
Greg was wearing his black wool socks though. That was gross.
I had a weird dream about a video game taking place on a space station undergoing some type of crisis. It was. . . weird. Yeah.
The speech and debate banquet is today at 2.
. . .
. . . and that's thrilling, right?
. . . . . entries for 8.4.06 . . . . .
I didn't break at States and I don't care! :D
. . . . . entries for 7.4.06 . . . . .
You know what? I don't really like debate that much. It just seems like the wrong way to go about things - two people yelling at one another, trying to prove each other wrong, unable to agree on anything, and basically participating in an intellectual one-night-stand every round: quick, meaningless, and disappointing.
If I am still here next year, I think I will switch to extemp or speech.
And if I'm not here next year. . . I guess I'll be saving the world, or learning how, anyway. :P
. . . . . entries for 6.4.06 . . . . .
Developments:
My throat is wicked sore, almost definitely from the irrationally spicy chili I ate around nine.
I finished my pattern artwork. It is pretty, but I hope Mr. Walroth gets the whole "pattern" thing.
The past hour or so has been proof of my AMAZINGLY bad searching skills, and my INCREDIBLE capacity to waste time.
. . . o pastels. If only you hadn't been in that stupid bag.
Well, kids, if tonight doesn't kill me, tomorrow will, and if tomorrow doesn't, then I'm sure Saturday will rise to the occasion.
. . . . . entries for 5.4.06 . . . . .
Well, today was one of the more interesting days of my life, if I do say so myself.
Ahahaha!!
My math homework for today is DONE!
And I'm not even in school yet!
MWAHAHAHA!
(. . . yeah, well, you've got to take baby steps. xD)
. . . . . entries for 4.4.06 . . . . .
Also: it's interesting that the quiz below connects, albeit not directly, belief with proof. I am pretty sure it is established that proof makes belief worthless, so wouldn't it then be the case that the *only* devout worshippers of any religion would also be "agnostic," according to this quiz's definition, since only agnostics can have meaningful, irrational belief?
 | You scored as agnosticism. You are an agnostic. Though it is generally taken that agnostics neither believe nor disbelieve in God, it is possible to be a theist or atheist in addition to an agnostic. Agnostics don't believe it is possible to prove the existence of God (nor lack thereof). Agnosticism is a philosophy that God's existence cannot be proven. Some say it is possible to be agnostic and follow a religion; however, one cannot be a devout believer if he or she does not truly believe.
Which religion is the right one for you? (new version) created with QuizFarm.com |
I think last time I was supposed to be Muslim. It's still pretty high up there, anyway. xD
So I have very little actual homework, but two tests tomorrow, and my writing competition thing (for which I just put together ten pages of my "best writing," and how fun it was).
This is really very distressing, since I hate studying more than I hate homework - for homework, at least you know what to *do.* You know? Yeah. o.O
So we have to tutor for NHS. We were given a form upon which to write the subjects we'd tutor today - I wrote, in this order of preference:
History
English
Latin
German
. . . because I am an enormous humanities nerd, I guess? o.O Meh.
For my nerdier friends: This errs on the side of the very adorable.
I was informed that I got into National Honor Society today.
. . .
. . .
SNAKES ON A NATIONAL HONOR SOCIETY!
. . . . . entries for 3.4.06 . . . . .
I don't think this is going to be my week.
I am vaguely sick. I hope I get better before Friday. o.O Being vaguely sick at a debate tournament is never fun.
. . . . . entries for 2.4.06 . . . . .
Okay. So I just went to this astrological chart site and compiled charts for all four people in my immediate family. Here are the sign distributions for everyone - they're kind of funny.
Mom:
2 in Scorpio
6 in Leo (including sun, main sign)
1 in Cancer
1 in Gemini
1 in Libra
1 in Taurus
(How very well-balanced she is. . . not. o.O)
Dad:
1 in Taurus
1 in Aquarius (including sun, main sign)
2 in Leo
2 in Capricorn
1 in Pisces
1 in Virgo
2 in Cancer
1 in Gemini
1 in Libra
Cassie:
2 in Sagittarius
2 in Aries (including sun, main sign)
2 in Scorpio
1 in Pisces
3 in Libra
1 in Leo
And a more detailed one for. . .
Me:
1 in Taurus
This was the rising sign - it indicates that I have a lot of inertia about my person. It is difficult to stop me once I'm set on something, and equally difficult to start me up when I'm sitting still. I am stubborn, and appear confident because I hide my self-doubts. I "exude an earthy warmth, friendliness and charm."
2 in Cancer (including sun, main sign)
My Cancers are the sun and Mercury.
The first, the sun, indicates all the typical Cancer stuff - I'm very emotional, attached to family, and basically a big bowl of mush.
Mercury in Cancer indicates that "my emotions tend to rule my thought processes." I like traditions and ideas I'm already used to. I have an excellent memory, especially about emotional events. I shouldn't make emotionally-charged decisions, because I don't think clearly when I'm upset.
1 in Virgo
Virgo is my moon sign. I'm serious, but mostly cheerful. I am a total neatnik, and am very careful about what I do. I am "reserved, shy and very self-critical." I put others before myself. I lead a simple life without a lot of frills, and am very devoted to people I love.
2 in Leo
Venus and Mars are in Leo.
Venus in Leo indicates that "I have a striking, regal appearance and demeanor that attracts others to you." Love is a matter of pride and respect for me. If I don't respect you, I don't love you. I tend to hang out with people in power, which lends itself to excessive pride, selfishness and arrogance.
Mars in Leo indicates that I am "strong, courageous and self-possessed." Much is expected of me and I attempt to live up to those expectations by doing great things. When my pride is threatened, I become "sarcastic, arrogant or domineering." I want to live my life the way *I* want to live it. I need to chill out with the pride thing, basically.
1 in Gemini
Jupiter is in Gemini. This basically directly contradicts Mercury's place in Cancer: I'm "logical, detached and objective." I look at everything in light of logic, and, due to my over-intellectual nature, can sometimes utterly forget about the emotional side of things. I adore generalizations and abstractions.
3 in Capricorn
Okay. So this is apparently my biggest sign. Saturn, Uranus and Neptune are all in Capricorn.
Saturn in Capricorn indicates that I am "very serious-minded and mature." I am "practical, thrifty, a good organizer, and an achiever, proud of my ability to focus my attention totally on some worthy goal and then attain it."
This next one, Uranus in Capricorn, is one of my favorites, and I hope like hell it's true. Apparently, I have a practical, logical, and orderly approach to dealing with changing societal standards. My comrades in thought and I will change the world in a solid, carefully planned, but sweeping way.
The last, Neptune in Capricorn, seems sickeningly true. It indicates that my entire generation value practicality and reasonable goals, but we are still too idealistic; we emphasize selflessness to an unhealthy degree. We "may find it difficult to attain our goals unless we lower our expectations on all fronts."
1 in Scorpio
Pluto is in Scorpio. This basically indicates an era of discovery - well, not gonna argue with that.
1 in Aquarius
My "node" is in Aquarius, whatever that means. xD It also seems to be basically right. It basically says that I like a lot of activities and am attracted to a diverse group of people, so much so that my schedule is crammed with stuff I don't necessarily have time for. "Although probably quite conservative myself, I'm attracted to those who are a bit offbeat or eccentric - you enjoy watching their minds work."
Good times, eh? I found this stuff here. Try it. It's kind of entertaining.
I am burning my mother a CD entitled "It Subwoofs!"
I just opened up my first piece of chocolate that Natalie gave me (what, a week ago?), and the wrapper said unto me:
"Send someone a love letter this week."
. . . hmmmm.
I dunno about all of you.
But I, for my own part.
Sometimes roll my eyes at people.
. . . . . entries for 1.4.06 . . . . .
You scored as drama freak. You're a drama freak. Maybe you've been in too many school plays. Or maybe you watch movies to much. Oh well. At least you have a clique and worshiping fans.
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OH SHIT
I'M A DRAMA FREAK!?
. . . so.
Been back from my interview for a while. It went well - I feel like I really connected with the fine lady who interviewed me. (She also had a very cute, well-mannered, 15-year-old dog named Casey who hung around in the admissions office all the time.) So we shall see what happens with that.
Incidentally, I may not be going to Wales if I get in - I may go instead to Italy or Costa Rica or maybe Norway or New Mexico. :P I have a feeling that they'd stick me in Costa Rica, because I told Mrs. Lyman that I didn't mind being a guinea pig, and next September will be the grand opening of the Costa Rica campus.
I am sleepy.
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
[brian]
nostalgic for fantasy
[nicole]
industry insider
{elle}
angry enviro
[matt]
never heard of miyazaki
[pirate dan]
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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turtles! turtles! by araglas
(heavily modified by yours truly)