. . . . . entries for 30.9.06 . . . . .
Today was fantastic.
. . . . . entries for 29.9.06 . . . . .
I finally saw Pulp Fiction this evening, and it was amazing.
There are plans afoot.
I'm going to bed now. I swear.
I deeply approve of this.
| Your Scent is Pumpkin Pie |
| Warm, comforting, and a bit old fashioned You've got what men want - believe it or not! |
MY LIFE IS ABSURD.
I just thought you should know.
. . . . . entries for 28.9.06 . . . . .
Holy shit, I know that guy. xD Watch the clip. It's good stuff.
I think my dream career is to be a speechwriter or appointed politician to a really worthy elected official. . . though I am uncertain if I'll be able to find one to follow around. :P
Oh brother.
| Your True Sign Is Virgo |
 Picky Genuine Smart and Logical Caring and Helpful A Total Perfectionist On the Conservative Side More Listening Than Talking |
| You Are a Mermaid |
 You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are. While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need. Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational. You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else. |
Being a semifinalist is awesome and all, but I think I liked getting this award better. :)
. . . . . entries for 27.9.06 . . . . .
My sleep schedule is awful, and it's no one's fault but my own. Sigh.
And lo! there was relationship drama. . . but not for Erin. :D
I think I'm addicted.
And another!
My masterpiece of the evening.
. . . . . entries for 26.9.06 . . . . .
An apple at midnight?
Clearly I have gone mad.
The physics nerd says: "All you need is love. . . and by love, I mean D=ViT + (AT^2)/2."
The humanities nerd responds: "By love, I mean the perfect literary allusion slipping into a beautiful, meaningful, multilayered extended metaphor."
Can your love do that? :P
| You are a Lavender Rose |
 You represent love at first sight and enchantment. Your vibe: intense and intriguing Falling in love with you is: deep and meaningful |
Ha. Okay. xD I'll knock it off with the damn blog clutter.
| Your Spicy Score: Mild |
 You may not make the hottest first impression.. But you're definitely the type of girl that sticks in a guy's mind. You prefer to play things cool. You know that good things come to those who wait. And the amazing thing about you is that you get hotter over time! |
So the question is, what ISN'T wrong with this quiz result? xD
GAH! In health class today I learned that I burn a great many calories just by not sleeping. Who knew? :P Also, my normal diet is surprisingly healthy. I guess I basically just need muscle mass. Muscle mass would be totally sweet.
Incidentally, I am exhausted and have had a pseudo-headache all day. No good at all. I don't think my outfit even gave anyone a seizure. What a let-down.
. . . . . entries for 25.9.06 . . . . .
"And do feel free to take appropriateness into account; as George Carlin once observed, in some company it's perfectly all right to prick your finger, but very bad form to finger your prick."
Why have I never read any Stephen King?
Bill Clinton is a pretty remarkable guy. :P
I think When the Trickster Starts A-Pokin' (Bordello Kind of Guy) is the catchiest song EVER. xD
Also: I survived today! Wahoo!
. . . . . entries for 24.9.06 . . . . .
I think that might be the end of that.
I love this picture. xD There are lots and lots and LOTS of pictures of related tomfoolery on facebook, should anyone take interest.
I cannot tell you how little I want to do homework right now.
Nicole's party was pretty fantastic, then I came home. Ah, yes. . . home. There's no place like home.
"You are a fluke of the universe. You have no right to be here. Whether you can hear it or not, the universe is laughing behind your back. Therefore, make peace with your God, whatever you conceive Him to be: hairy thunderer or cosmic muffin. With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal, the world continues to deteriorate.
GIVE UP."
-National Lampoon, Deteriorata.
. . . . . entries for 23.9.06 . . . . .
Huh. So I'm doing the National Merit forms and am on facebook and I'm thinking: damn, which juniors are going to be semifinalists next year? Even if my laziness and lack of sociability would prevent me from keeping in touch with my younger friends next year, this curiosity will ensure communication. :P
Such absurdity and nerdity.
Woo bikepath-walks and apples and feeling like God wants me to think about mortality. o.O
. . . . . entries for 22.9.06 . . . . .
Are there any locally based weirdos who would be interested in inventing a faux-formal, black tie event? xD It'd probably occur at some house or other, perhaps mine or Susan's, and would involve wearing pretty dresses and pretending we are classy. Or something.
. . . hey. I like dressing up. :P
Furthermore, any ideas for justifications for such an event?
| You Are Incredibly Logical |
 Move over Spock - you're the new master of logic You think rationally, clearly, and quickly. A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer! |
. . . yeah, sure. :P
| You Should Travel to India |
 You're a passionate, gusty traveler - and India's gritty urban centers won't scare you away. Maybe you'll take in the Taj Mahal, eat the best curry of your life, or attend a huge street festival. |
. . . hmmmm. No, I'm thinking. . . I'm thinking India would dishearten me. xD Can't I go to Thailand or Mongolia?
Also, I think, love it or hate it, I am a total pimpette. :P
Today was one long, shaky caffeine crash, but I am home, and exhausted, and it is wonderful.
. . . . . entries for 21.9.06 . . . . .
Also: there is something special about unfancy pasta with unfancy butter.
Caffeine + National Merit essay prompt + Kafka quote + word economy + extended metaphor + environmentalism = FUCKING AMAZING!?
I am in love with this paragraph.
I think I am going to assign myself readings from gutenberg.org. I think I may start with the Republic, because I'm crazy off my ass.
| You Are 37% Passionate, 63% Compassionate |
 You are a very compassionate person, with a small spark of passion. You can fall hard for someone, but only after a true connection has been established. Through carefully getting to know someone, you often choose a love that lasts a long time. |
The blog clutter, she called to me. :P
The cold is almost gone, and today, there was Starbucks with my pillow. :) Things are good. I don't feel like quite so much of a flaming underachiever anymore, either.
Tonight I am writing another "college essay." I think this one is going to be the semifinalistish one. Whoooo. I have a ton and a half of German homework too. I am the weirdest slacker I know.
. . . . . entries for 20.9.06 . . . . .
OH. MY. GOD.
So good! xD
I have this great, recently acquired knack for thinking myself into a depression.
Today is weird for lots of reasons.
Foremost, though, I feel like an underachiever. Not just today, but lately in general. I'm not taking calc, I'm not taking an AP science, I have a block free every day - am I missing something? I don't particularly want to go into a field in which calc or advanced scientific knowledge would be crucial, so there's no rational reason for me to be beating myself up over it. Stat is actually useful, and art is just part of what I do.
Nevertheless, here I am. I don' t think I remember ever being really dissatisfiied with myself academically before. It's. . . weird.
. . . . . entries for 19.9.06 . . . . .
I do not want to do my homework, because I am sniffly and coldish. Mraaaaah.
Today does not appear to be my day.
. . . . . entries for 18.9.06 . . . . .
TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY
IS TOMORROW
WHICH IS TUESDAY
SO YOU SHOULD TALK LIKE A PIRATE.
ARRR.
Oh wow. Facebook has opened a whole new realm of prom photos. xD
Srsly.
I think there may be no justice in the world.
Question of the moment: will it be too rainy for my gym class to run the mile tomorrow?
I need to write yet another essay for my National Merit Scholar Semifinalistdom. GRAH. Like we really need this. o.O Dull topic, too - I mean, how am I supposed to make ME sound interesting?
Hey guys! Remember this? Brian found it and posted it in a comment, but I wanted to be sure everyone saw it. xD I LOVE THIS VIDEO. IT'S FUCKING HILARIOUS.
. . . but Macs are still better. :P
. . . . . entries for 17.9.06 . . . . .
Oh SNAP, I have a facebook! xD
Oh snap. I have a health blog. xD
My feet hate me. A lot.
. . . sucks to be them. :P
IS IT DONE!?
Am I really as much of a royal jackass as my past blog posts indicate? It's so distressing. o.o
Personal essays are a riot and a half.
I need to finish my U of C essay. . . gonk.
Too little goes well in the world.
This is my personal essay for English. I am not sure if it is personal enough.
Lullaby
Were I asked one day to choose between my eyes and my ears, my answer would be immediate: I will keep my ears, thank you very much. As much as I delight in visual art and reading, they seem tangential to me, as if I stumble across them, say “well, that was nice,” and carry on, leaving the painting on the wall, the words on the page.
Music and spoken words are different. Whether or not there’s a song in the air at any given moment, there is almost certainly one in my head; the most distantly related comment made in conversation can bring tunes to mind. What I hear follows me around and harangues me from within. Rather than by face or body, I identify human beauty first by voice. I remember phone numbers by saying them aloud. All in all, I live through my ears.
A lot of what I hear makes sense. My music makes sense, even if it’s in a foreign language. There are intonations that clarify meaning more than words and chord progressions that tug apart the curtains of your forehead and find someplace cozy backstage to rest, replaying over and over until the director cracks and just puts on the show.
Some things do not make sense, and they are babble. Things I hear in the hallway at school –– groundless insults, blind contempt, apathy, and so on –– are babble. Babble is part of the Babel phenomenon, just as are Germanic, Romantic and Cyrillic languages. When God confused our language, He confused everything; He confused the entire world. This has always put me off about God. In the legend of Babel, He strikes me as a sort of domineering parent Who is absolutely certain that His children will only learn if they are punished extraordinarily severely and, pardon the cliché, he apparently sees no problem with cutting off His Almighty Nose to spite His Almighty Face.
The similarity between the words Babel and Bible strikes me as too painfully fitting to be coincidental. The Bible as literature is fascinating and meaningful, and, as I see it, the book ought to unite God’s children. Unfortunately, there are many books with many names, and many names for God, and they are read by many people, and each and every person reads differently. Every life is led by a different scout clad in a different color, progressing to a different resting place, and we push and shove to get where we’re going. All too often, we don’t understand the words of those around us; more often, we fail to listen because we see that they do not walk our path. Too many languages are at work, and we are not as one people.
If there is a God, I want to ask Him: what will it take to make it up to You? We have offended You with our unity, our power, our towers of brick and clay, and so You made us weak, so we would never be able to reach You uninvited. I wonder, and I mean I really, really wonder, if You can understand the white noise You have created, if You can see through the snow crash down on Earth. With or without you, God, humankind will still build towers, but we aren’t trying to get to Your House anymore. What reason have You given us?
The only kindness I sense from Him, I fear, is the sound of music, which He spared from confusion. Some cannot read music, but all can hear it. When the babble is too loud and my eyes are tired of reading, I can blind myself, lie down, and listen. I think people should listen more. It might be a good place to start.
. . . . . entries for 16.9.06 . . . . .
The song Dogs Were Barking has an amazing propensity to get STUCK IN MY HEAD. xD
Irish fests with Susan are great. I did, in fact, get a trinket for my sister which I think she will enjoy. Did you know that Susan makes funny noises? I didn't, but now I do.
I also got whistled at, asked for smokes, accosted by an overeager member of an awkward-sounding band, and accused of being an Irish dancer. Har. Har. Har.
Such junk food I have consumed!
Why is it that I feel so profoundly proud whenever I type "Social Security Administration" into the little application field labeled "Name of employer"?
. . . . . entries for 15.9.06 . . . . .
Here there be sexy semifinalists!
We thought about photoshopping Leo in, but then we didn't. :( Oh well.
Random: Mary, my art teacher's daughter, who is pretty and thin and popular and ditzy in a nice way, called me skinny today in stat class. WTF? o.O
I am THE LADY IN THE SILLY HAT.
Also: Frank is evil.
I love Susan and her sexy, sexy car. I also love weekends, Irish fests and 80-degree Sundays.
. . . . . entries for 14.9.06 . . . . .
And the Turks theme from FFVII is EXACTLY what my iTunes playlist KNEW I needed to hear right now. <3
I think Enemy of the State is now one of my favorite movies, right up there with The Princess Bride and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. xD Incidentally, their portrayal of the NSA is probably a wee bit sensationalistic; it is at least the case that the Agency wants us to believe it's a dry organization, dealing only in signals intelligence and not in, you know, shooting people.
But who knows? It is, after all, No Such Agency. As you may have gathered from my blog heading, I think there is a certain nobility about what the NSA can do, regardless of what it is required to do by the administration. That big graphic up there and the page title hardly adhere to their obvious implications so far as my intended meaning goes. You may or may not be given to reading into titles, but I know I am.
On a related note, vague pronouns are awesome.
“Patriotism is supporting your country all the time, and your government when it deserves it.” ~Mark Twain.
This quote posted so that I may direct Linda to it, for senior quotage purposes. :D
Wow. Hey, blogreaders - see what you think of this.
So actually, there is something longish I want to put here. It is my metaphysical conceit from English class today. We had to write two objects on an index card then swap index cards with someone else, and write from the statement "I am [one of the two objects]." I got a card with "locket" and "beta fish" - so, naturally, I chose the latter. Here is the result. I'm not even editing it. IT TAKES A LOT OF SELF-RESTRAINT. xD
(I think you'll appreciate this, Cas.)
For my entire life, I have swum around the circumference of the same bowl; at every turn, I am struck by the surprises and novelty of living. Occasionally I have encountered another creature like myself, either real or merely imagined in my own reflection. For reasons unknown even to myself, I reflexively abhor my fellow fish, although I may know that they, too, are beautiful creatures with scales like purple silk and scarlet satin. Perhaps because of this, my least beloved instinct, those around me sometimes provoke my hatred purposefully, putting mirrors in front of the glass or swimming by themselves, somehow blasé, unconcerned with my staring, incredulous eyes. Though I fight - and yes, even against the mirror, especially against the mirror - I tire quickly, and am content to return to my black plastic castle in the fluorescent blue sand, where, like Achilles, I ponder and replenish myself, forgetting everything before I venture out to see again the foreign, new world in which I live.
Voila. Our friend J. No wrote as dirty socks, and I really liked his piece; I kind of surprised myself by knowing exactly what he was talking about. You wouldn't think I'd know him that well, but then, maybe everybody knows.
Greg wrote as a toenail. I don't think it was his best work. xD Still pretty good, though.
If I were to do an AP art portfolio (which is doubtful at best), I think my concentration would be the concept expressed in the words of a U of Chicago student: "the life of the mind is held hostage by the sins of the body."
As you may or may not have heard, I have awesome friends. Linda might join Coast Guard when she gets out of school. I think this is pretty spiffy.
And it's going to be 80 on Sunday! Wooo!
(This hopelessly disjointed blog entry brought to you by Erin, to whom things do, in fact, happen, but not things that are worth a ton of ink. [Or bandwidth.])
. . . . . entries for 13.9.06 . . . . .
Hey. Hey you. If you see one of those creepily perfect scholar-athletes who were on the announcements this morning 'cause they're national merit semifinalists, congratulate them. I don't remember all of them because I'm a TERRIBLE PERSON, but I know that Frank, Ariel, Jason and Mark were among them.
. . . I'm a semifinalist too, but I'm not as cool as they are.
Also: My art teacher knows Viggo Mortensen personally. Mr. Walroth is way cooler than he is given credit for, I think.
. . . . . entries for 12.9.06 . . . . .
Speech perked me up. :D Such ideas. I think I'm doing OI.
LOTS OF NOTES ARG.
| Who Should Paint You: Salvador Dali |
 You're a complex, intense creature who displays many layers. There's no way a traditional portrait could ever capture you! |
| You are 53% Cancer |
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I think that's about right.
I feel like I need to crack my head against a wall or something. Arg.
I feel very. . . out of touch with reality today, like I have a brick where my brain should be. I wish I knew why.
. . . . . entries for 11.9.06 . . . . .
I am, in fact, a Gryffindor. (A Champion/Advocate, or ENFP to be precise - though I'm not really an extreme case.)
I get a tremendous kick out of these personality tests.
What is your color? (girls only... great anime pics)
Today, my results on politicalcompass DOT org read thusly:
Economic Left/Right: -4.38
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -3.64
. . . which basically makes me Nelson Mandela/Gandhi/the Dalai Lama light. :P I am my mother's daughter, I suppose.
I think the Final Fantasy IX soundtrack is perfect for me right now.
IM IN UR MEDIA CENTR
EMAILIN MY STAT TEACHR
. . . yeah. Having a block free is basically totally sweet. I sort of feel like a slacker, but it's okay. I'm a senior. I'm allowed. :P
My mind is functioning hoppily today, and has been ever since I went to bed. It thinks without my directing its thought, and it thinks too fast. I didn't sleep well. I feel jittery.
But that is more or less irrelevant. I have a moral dilemma. Do I run the stupid mile today, or don't I? Arg.
. . . . . entries for 10.9.06 . . . . .
It's very nearly that day again. I don't think 9/11 is the kind of day you stay up to greet at midnight, but I'll probably be awake doing my stat homework.
When I think about it, I want to say something profound and unique and meaningful, but I wasn't really there. I really have no idea what that day means to the people who saw the fire, who breathed the dust, who heard the bodies land on the pavement.
I have no idea what 9/11 is all about, and there will be people who will only read about it in history books and hear about it from their parents and grandparents. There will be people in the future for whom that day is a matter of no great concern, a day that passes like April 4th. Do you know what happened on April 4th? Do you care?
What terrifies me is the disconnect, even now, only five years later. What does it mean to me? Increased airport security, my friends telling me it's too soon to see the movies, partisan conflict over what could've been done to stop it, a war on terror that has left the supposed mastermind of the attacks on the loose, thousands of Afghani and Iraqi civilians dead?
Shouldn't something more have come of this?
Who was the only girl at the S&D picnic? WHO!?
I do not want to finish my econ notes. Or my stat notes.
I am of the personal opinion that a lot of people not involved in speech or debate should appear at Blatnick Park between 4 and 6 PM today. But that's just me, and I'll be there anyway.
I wish I didn't have stat and econ on the same day. o.O So many notes.
. . . . . entries for 9.9.06 . . . . .
Anybody want some frass?
I feel like I should have a lot more to blog about. :P
Apples and haircuts and lingerie, o my!
. . . . . entries for 8.9.06 . . . . .
Here's to the first weekend of my senior year! Wahoo!
. . . . . entries for 7.9.06 . . . . .
And the Lord said: let Erin have school supplies!
Unfortunately, I'm not sure where my backpack is. o.O Ah well. I'll find it, or maybe I won't; either way, I'll live.
. . . . . entries for 6.9.06 . . . . .
Note to self: lay off the freaking Project Runway.
I wonder if I'll adjust to the relative lack of sleep, or if I'll just be mentally incapable of doing my homework the entire school year.
OMG tired. Srsly. Typing is a challenge right now.
Good first day. My schedule looks like this:
AC:
German with Herr Carosella (with the normal German crowd, minus Jerehme and plus Gabe)
English with Ms. Moore (with GREG BURKE!? and lots of other interesting people. [Sartre and Kafka are on the reading list. I am thrilled.] )
Physics with Mr. Delano (with Colin, Shannon, and Matt!)
Free block
Health with Ms. Wilson (with Anu and Jenny - at least, they're probably the two I know the best.)
BD:
Econ with Mr. Sive (with Colin and Susan)
Art with Mr. Walroth (with god-only-knows-who, and it doesn't matter, because it's art, and I sort of don't really talk in art)
Gym with Ms. Stanton (with Linda and David)
Physics mod with Mr. Delano (you know this. :P )
Free block
Stat with . . . Ms. Favata? Mr? I dunno. :P (and I don't know who's in this yet.)
So how the hell did I get free blocks, is what I want to know. I didn't mean to. o.O And the kicker is that second semester (or third and fourth quarters, whatever tickles your fancy) I have two consecutive blocks free on AC days. At the end of the day. What the hell. o.O I could go home at like. . . 11:30. It's perplexing. I must speak to Ms. Wertz about this anomaly. I'm sure I can find some manner of art class to slip into. . . that, or I'll just be forced to spend the last block or so of my day in the spring doing something vaguely school appropriate.
Also, this might result in my actually getting an offgrounds pass, which is pretty thrilling.
So this is my to-do list for in-school stuff:
- talk to new drama club faculty advisor about directing
- get pink slip for offgrounds pass
- talk to guidance folk about my silly free block
- get my planner
- change into the Latin or German homeroom
- bring home my art stuff from last year
Oh god tired. o.O Typing seems so reflexive when I'm this tired.
Kicker: speech meeting tonight? O.O++ . . . I have never used a veiny anime face. EVER. BUT THAT IS HOW I FEEL.
Gonk.
And Erin opens her school year with Avenue B, and thoughts of a very adorable YTMND.
IM IN UR HIGHSCHOOL
EATIN UR TAX DOLLARS
. . . . . entries for 5.9.06 . . . . .
I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW!?
Here's one more good reason to switch to Mac. :P
. . . . . entries for 4.9.06 . . . . .
Which FF Character Are You?
Awwwww! I love Laguna. xD
I have the coolest friends. I swear. xD
Incidentally, does anyone know where in the Bible Jesus says something along the lines of "the best among you shall serve the others" to his apostles?
I now have approximately three things in the running for my senior quote; the list is likely to grow. They are:
"Doch einer wie ich will die Welt auch verändern." ~Andreas Dorau. (translation: But one such as I also wants to change the world.)
"Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee." ~John Donne.
"One thing will kill our civilization and our way of life –– when people no longer have the will to undergo the pain required to prefer the future to the present. That's what got your parents to pay this expensive tuition. That's what got us through two wars and the Depression. Future preference. Don't ever forget that." ~Carroll Quigley.
Steve Irwin is dead? o.O Does this seem impossible to anyone else?
Also: Gogol Bordello is basically an awesome band.
. . . . . entries for 3.9.06 . . . . .
Hmm. Orphan of China does not have enough parts, I think. I'm also looking at Medea, Black Comedy, Matamorphoses, and Check, Please. If anyone has any suggestions, tell me.
I hope my enthusiasm doesn't just wear off overnight. :(
So I'm really excited about potentially directing the fall play now. How weird is that? I was thinking I might do Voltaire's Orphan of China, but direct. . . ironically. >.> Mwahahaha!!
If my admissions essay is abjectly brilliant but also over three times the desired length, will I get into college or not? xD
This is really extraordinarily cute.
. . . . . entries for 2.9.06 . . . . .
"Let's not be illicit, babe. ;)"
The cider donut is probably the most deadly combination of edible substances known to man. It is SO DELICIOUS.
I also have Scorned Woman peanuts. Country shoppes are terrible for the health. I tell you. I TELL YOU.
Anyway. I am listening to the Pixies, trying to figure out why Debaser is such a cool song, anyway. Earlier today I acquired a couple of pairs of jeans, some socks, some stockings (including chartreuse fishnets!) and a pair of sneakers. Most recently I was nerding. (Like I ever really stop nerding.)
My essay feels abandoned. :( I expect it'll get done on Monday.
. . . . . entries for 1.9.06 . . . . .
Incidentally, I may be dating the most adorable nerd ever.
I have a social life! HOORAH!
So I'm thinkin' crazy high school party. With nerds only. Eh? EH!?
I am so totally writing snailmail back and forth with Dr. Massa, one of the VPs at Dickinson. :D I might end up being one of those intellectual rebels who goes to a homey, pleasant school in lieu of a big name one. Damned if I know yet, though.
The Uncommon Teaparty is drawing to a close.
White rabbit. :D
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)