. . . . . entries for 31.10.06 . . . . .
Happy Halloween indeed. :)
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Happy Halloween, my little beasties. I have shed my not-nearly-as-sketchy-as-it-might've-been generic fairy costume in favor of the brown corduroys and hoodie. :)
While wearing heels wreaks havoc upon my toes, I think it strengthens my legs. Hm. I dunno.
It's actually wonderfully warm for Halloween. The temperature will probably drop like a rock when the sun sets, but for now, the windows are open and I am content. And imagine - tomorrow is November.
Good day. I plan to make it better yet. :P
. . . . . entries for 30.10.06 . . . . .
I love Gogol Bordello. "60 revelations every minute: this is my regular need. So how do you want me to live with it? How do you want me to live with it!?"
I also love how UNC moved back their early action deadline due to high traffic on their online app, and I love how I'm done ANYWAY. Booyah!
Today was good. :) UNC stuff will be finished tonight, possibly with the assistance of one Frank Ferraro, and then I will be less college-y frazzled. Forsooth.
Gotta do all the other damn college stuff, though. :P
. . . . . entries for 29.10.06 . . . . .
Dear mother,
please stop trying to write my college essay for me. You are making me crazy, and I want to kick, punch, and otherwise mess something up.
Not you. Just something.
Sincerely,
me.
THE COLLEGE ESSAY
IT MAKES ME CRAZY.
ARG.
I am so sick of my essay I want to break something, so I am listening to Gogol Bordello. It kind of channels the energies. :P
And I worry - I worry a lot - that this essay is all wrong for what I should be conveying.
Can Erin type in mittens?
Why yes, she can!
My common app essay has begun to unfold!
. . . . . entries for 28.10.06 . . . . .
You'd think, with all the worrying I'm doing, I would be worrying about the wrath of my mother when she learns I haven't touched the UNC app yet today.
I should certainly - not even almost certainly, but certainly - be doing some sort of schoolwork/application stuff. That was supposed to be my weekend, basically.
Somehow, I find myself out of the mood. :P
Sometimes, I would very much like to live an entirely frivolous life. Like a cat. Sleeping, lounging, snuggling, meowing adorably.
Mrrreep.
But it cannot be. I have catlike days, and they are probably my favorite days, but I am not a cat, I am an Erin. Even if I would like to be a cat, I think I'd either get bored or terribly, terribly disappointed in myself after a while.
Still. Some days, I would be feline, and curl up in a friendly lap, and cross tails with someone warm and affectionate, like myself.
. . . . . entries for 27.10.06 . . . . .
This reminds me of wonderfulness and health class guided imagery.
You are walking on a forest path. Listen to the leaves crackling beneath your feet. It's brisk, but not too cold; the fall foliage is beautiful all around you, and you come to a fork in the path. . .
And here's to a weekend that will be ridiculous and probably not all that fun.
. . . . . entries for 26.10.06 . . . . .
And so the question rises again: why do bad things happen to good people?
| Erin Elizabeth Sherman's Aliases |
 Your movie star name: Spicy Things Julian Your fashion designer name is Erin Munich Your socialite name is Boobis Chicago Your fly girl / guy name is E She Your detective name is Cat Niskayuna Your barfly name is Cookies Creme De Menthe Your soap opera name is Elizabeth Rosendale Your rock star name is Extra Dark Chocolate Babemobile Your Star Wars name is Erimax Shefra Your punk rock band name is The Cheery Chartreuse Beret |
Okay, so a lot of these are really extraordinary. xD
Blogger is scarily inconsistant lately. o.O
Today was a very good day, what with the German test and the watching of No Exit and the foreign language Halloween party and the walk. But now it is night, and I have econ and stat, both of which I feel like I'm slipping on, and I should be doing college stuff too, because I have these damn silly deadline-things. GACK.
Tomorrow is Friday. How perplexing. It never feels like Friday when it is.
Such mood swings I have never before experienced! I woke up this morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, which, you know, doesn't normally happen. :P
. . . . . entries for 25.10.06 . . . . .
For now, I am okay again, but very torn about my senior quote. So many wonderful options - whatever shall I do? xD
I am just all manner of existential hypocrite lately. :P Also all manner of SILLY MELODRAMATIC GOOSE.
. . . . . entries for 24.10.06 . . . . .
This is basically why the Internet exists.
The smudged eyeliner from my beatnik spell today makes me look tired and doleful and troubled, like those faded, black-and-white photographs of 19th-century authors.
Also, on the bright side, Frank Ferraro is wonderful.
- and I do think I'll get over it; I do think I'll realize that, like Princeton, this is a one-in-several-thousand thing. (But I remind myself, even after I write that, that it's actually almost one in ten for Princeton. One in ten. Dear God, they almost sound like good odds; I hope these odds are worse.)
Today was full of stuff, like the math contest (a good time), my German presentation (likewise a good time, with beret and bongos), and the American U visit (an interesting time; not sure if I'm going to apply there, especially with the other events of today clouding my college-vision).
Hell hell hell hell hell. I thought something was wrong with my personal hell for English, and now all is clear to me. My hell is watching my mother run my life for me.
Oh GOD, it isn't even that bad. I'm such a teenager. Maybe I'll make myself some tea, read the econ, and hope to get the hell over it.
I am in a corner formed by the walls that are my writing talent and my mother; I was chased there by UNC Chapel Hill and its damn Thomas Wolfe Scholarship. I have to apply to UNC within the week to be considered, and there is essentially no "wait, I don't actually want to go to UNC" option.
My mom almost cried when she saw the letter.
And imagine - I thought college would let me control my own destiny for once.
. . . . . entries for 23.10.06 . . . . .
Cas, I am not sorry, because this makes me laugh a lot.
"You can't just poop on the floor and then expect everything to be okay. I don't even know what you want. Do you want love, or food?
Probably food.
Or else, maybe they just fed you and fed you whenever you wanted love, because they didn't understand how anything of your species could be so needy. Maybe that's how you got to be so fat. You wanted love and they gave you food. Well I won't.
I can't believe I'm trying to psych out a cat."
- my sister, talking to Cronkite, her large, longhaired orange tabby.
Brrrrr. So cold. I do not like October.
So, tonight I have to write something for English. The something I have an idea for is kind of straight up and uncreative, but I need something like it for college apps, and it's already in my brain. Sigh. :P
Later, I am going to cut my nails. Completely. They will be down-to-the-quick short. This is the fault of my right thumbnail, which broke about a fourth of the way into the nail against my will. In my sleep. The bastard. It's going to be freaking weird not to have nails - and I'll finally see how long it takes to grow them back out.
Also - and this is REALLY exciting - I owned the physics practical exam, and when I say "I," I really mean "I," because I was the only one in our group who even understood the calculations, not to mention the only one who remembered to do them. :P I'm proud of myself.
Really, I apologize. My blogging got way out of hand today, particularly with all the deadly sins. xD At least it won't be that bad again for a while.
. . . . . entries for 22.10.06 . . . . .
Incidentally, Elf Only Inn is back, and I found my brown corduroys, and I am sort of ready for the econ test tomorrow. Life is good.
Especially good because I am wearing my octopus shirt tomorrow. :P
I disliked the idea of doing homework so much that I retooled my myspace page, and did ridiculous things to a prom photo for my new picture.
You see this? These are silly times. :P
So all of those sins reminded me of an old, old blogthing. . .
The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very High |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very Low |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Moderate |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Low |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Low |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Low |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Very Low |
Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test
Limbo: it's the cool place to be.
So the problem with homework right now is that a) I doubt my econ teacher is going to collect/check homework because we have a test tomorrow and he made the answers readily available to everyone and b) I have lunch in which to do my stat outline, and she probably won't check the homework either, since. . . lemme check. . . well, actually, we do have a couple of evens tonight.
Damn.
Well, I figured out stuff for the practical exam (i.e. shootin' things) in physics, and that is good. I have cream and coffee fudge ice cream, which inexplicably makes me more hyper than anything else on Earth. I'll get things done. :P
| Your Gluttony Quotient: 50% |
 You definitely have your gluttonous moments. For you, eating is a true hobby. And while you do spend a lot on food, you can always make it back winning eating contests. |
| Your Greed Quotient: 24% |
 You're a little greedy, but generally you don't let your desire get the better of you. You know that good things will come to you - as long as you wait your turn! |
| Your Sloth Quotient: 46% |
 You're definitely lazier than the average person, but you're able to live a somewhat normal life. All your life needs is a little more effort and variety, and you might see that doing hard things is actually fun! |
| Your Wrath Quotient: 27% |
 Sometimes you get really angry, but nothing out of the norm. While you may wish someone harm, it's pretty unlikely that you'd actually do anything about it. |
| Your Lust Quotient: 40% |
 You are a fairly lustful person, but nothing out of the norm. You usually keep your lust under control, but sometimes it gets the better of you. |
| Your Envy Quotient: 36% |
 You are an occasionally envious person, but jealousy doesn't usually get the better of you. You're wise enough to know that envy feels horrible - and does nothing to improve your life. A little jealousy is normal: so go ahead and let yourself feel it. But don't let it bum you out! |
| Your Pride Quotient: 58% |
 You have your proud moments, but you're also likely to be a little ashamed of them. Don't be too hard on yourself. It's normal to want to make a stellar impression. |
Hmmm. :P
Haa. I wrote my first ever article for the Warrior. It is magnificent. xD
Sundays. Sundays. Does anyone like Sundays?
| You Are 88% Pure |
 You're so innocent, it's almost like you're not human. Taking this test is probably the naughtiest thing you've done in a while! |
Yes, well, I thought it was funny. xD
. . . . . entries for 21.10.06 . . . . .
Thai went well, and I am less depressive. In fact, I am not very depressive at all. I am not even manic. I am okay. It's a pleasant change of pace. :P
Oh snap! Around an hour and twenty minutes to THAI MADNESS!
And here are overarching things I must do to apply to all colleges on my list:
- write the common app essay.
- write whatever other essays the supplements ask for.
- get my transcript changed.
- get RPI to send transcripts.
- take digital photos of artwork.
- put together a writing portfolio.
No, seriously. How beautiful is this? And this? (Middlebury would seem a lot more beautiful right now if the site didn't run so bloody slowly.)
So I'm putting together my college spreadsheet, which is comprised of two parts: why I like the colleges (vital statistics), and what I have to do to apply to them (admissions balderdash). I haven't gotten to the latter half yet, and writing out all the stuff about the former has made me realize how bloody conflicted I am about the college process. I don't have a first choice; of course I don't have a first choice; how could I have a first choice?
Gack.
All the going crazy lately has made for interesting dreams. Last night I dreamt of a world in which there were three (or at least three) kinds of immense boxes - they looked like nuclear submarine-sized PS2s. They were sort of tourist attractions, spread out across the land indiscriminately. The black boxes, which appeared as red dots on a map of the United States, were very dangerous, though I do not remember why. One of the other types of boxes had something to do with candy, which was of dire importance; to steal and hide candy during the era from whence this box came was to ascertain death at the hands of a strange, sweet-toothed fascist government.
There were other parts of the dream, but I don't remember them now.
Maybe it's just because I've been rereading Seasons of Mist.
"I'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit Irish, a little bit Tower of Pisa whenever I see you. . . so please be kind if I'm a mess."
- Rufus Wainwright, Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk
. . . . . entries for 20.10.06 . . . . .
The Departed was amazing in a Pulp Fiction kind of way. Unfortunately, it was accompanied by damn near no social interaction due to. . . not poor planning as such, but maybe lack of foresight, or maybe actually poor planning. I dunno.
Anyway. People should see it.
I am not tired, which is a problem. (I had Mountain Dew like five hours ago, which means I'm screwed for another two.) While I adore people who are going to Thai tomorrow, I also adore people who are not going, and I cannot help but be grumbly about not seeing them all weekend. It is ridiculous. It reminds me of this poem I wrote, which has been poetry.com's latest reason for haranguing me via snail mail. (Basically I should stop putting stuff up there, and for the most part, I have.)
Everything looks weird. Maybe because I was staring at the movie screen through glasses for so long. In any case, this is the poem. (Scatterbrained? Yes, a little.) There have been many titles, and they have generally been bad titles, so let's say it is untitled.
Walking fast or strolling slowly
there’s something here I want to show me.
Don’t disturb me as I’m walking
because I really don’t feel like talking
about it. It’s the words that steal
the memories from me.
Now I stare longingly,
wishing that time were as easily traveled
as this path, at this moment, back then.
Because I never walked this way,
talked this way,
lived in this lonely, weakling way
back then.
The paths of this garden didn’t exist for me back then.
Drawn in Western time, all straight lines,
was a plain of nowhere at all
between that distant corner
and this moment.
I am not remotely relieved it is the weekend. In fact, I am sort of depressed. Lots of stuff to do - some is social, but a lot is academic or college-related. It sucks. Gack.
. . . . . entries for 19.10.06 . . . . .
Gack. My iPod is being bitchy. :P
I slept from around 4:30 to around 7:30. -.-
I fixed my iPod. Woo. Now I have Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk with me wherever I go.
Anyway. Yes. Homework. I don't know why I'm going to college. I hate homework. Clearly, then, I will hate college. Ho hum.
. . . . . entries for 18.10.06 . . . . .
Project Runway is over.
. . .
. . .
. . .
I'M FREE!
| You Are a German Shepherd Puppy |
 Intelligent, quick witted, and a bit aggressive. You've got the jaw power to take a bite out of anyone you choose. |
Awwww.
Here is an interesting political blog which I should, you know, read in its entirety. My brain is complaining, however.
Ever feel like you need to let something out of your skull - possibly a portion of a swelling sponge, or air in a balloon? I feel that way ALL THE TIME.
It feels like it should be Thursday at least, if not Friday. :P Silly school week.
Gack. Apparently I waited too long (or something) - the registration for the Scholastic writing contest is closed "for my region," whatever that means. :( Does anyone know of any other writing contests I can wiggle my way into?
I am technically in health class right now, but we're "researching," and my research is done. So here I am, thinking I'd be proactive about the damn contest, but to no avail. Sigh.
Latin club meeting after school. It is apparently an important meeting. I just don't really want to catch the late bus. I fear the late bus. It has a senior year record of leaving without me, and generally being difficult. Ho hum.
. . . . . entries for 17.10.06 . . . . .
I think my UNFAVORITE things ever are formal physics labs. Grr.
I think this is my favorite thing ever.
Math contest? What math contest? The one next week, you mean? Faulty announcements? I said nothing.
I'm very tired in a manic sort of way. I shouted "rain rain rain rain RAIN RAIN RAIN!" when I got off the bus, mostly without realizing I was doing it. I declined my father's offer of Taco Bell. I have speech and an art reception tonight, in addition to a physics lab and an unusually large amount of other homework.
In summary: I may be going crazy.
I also got my 5-week report today. I am apparently doing H work in Walroth's class. How the hell did that happen? No, really - I haven't done anything special. At all. o.O I did a little shouting at the distant Walroth as well. "WHY, MR. WALROTH? WHY?"
You'd think I wouldn't complain. Everything else was either neatly unspecified (but with positive comments) or in the 90's.
In summary: I may be going crazy, but I still own high school's ass.
Guess who's participating in the morning math contest? Come on, give it a shot. I'm sure you have some idea.
. . . . . entries for 16.10.06 . . . . .
| Your Political Profile: |
| Overall: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal |
| Social Issues: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal |
| Personal Responsibility: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal |
| Fiscal Issues: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal |
| Ethics: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal |
| Defense and Crime: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal |
| Your Weight is Ideal |
 Your BMI is 22.8 - a healthy BMI falls between 18.5 and 25 Congratulations, you are the perfect weight for your height. Even though you may not be entirely happy with your weight, you are healthy. So gain or lose a few pounds if you want, but don't go too crazy! Don't agree? Blame the government standards we based this test on! |
And yet! . . .
| You Should Weigh 160 |
 If you weigh less than this, you either have a fast metabolism or are about to gain weight. If you weigh more than this, you may be losing a few pounds soon! |
I clearly have an absurdly fast metabolism, or I underestimate my own health, or blogthings is just silly.
| Your Emoticon is Sad |
 You're feeling a tad depressed right now. It will likely pass soon, but for now, you need some major cheering up! |
I am the emo bean.
To answer Cassie's inquiry: homecoming was unremarkable. It was a dance. The music was bad, the company was good, but would have been as good (or better) elsewhere.
I am very sick of my parents telling me they only want what's best for me. In fact, every time one of them takes it to heart to inform me of this once again, I want to scream. I wish they would stop wanting what's best for me and start wanting me to figure things out for myself. Consistency would be nice too, but I'd hate to ask for too much.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
. . . . . entries for 15.10.06 . . . . .
I wish to inform the world that "drama-dumpster" is a wonderful phrase. Forsooth.
Sartre puts me to sleep. xD I wish it weren't so. And I get it - or what little of it that I've read - but still. Zzzzz.
Today, I fear, will be one of Those Days.
. . . . . entries for 14.10.06 . . . . .
Bottom line: no. Shucks. :P
My mother got me a fuzzy dinosaur. It is not a tricerotops, but it's kind of like that. You know? Yeah. You know.
I think all bets are off at this point as to where I will be after homecoming. xD
Applying to college is too bloody expensive.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was just Friday the 13th. :P
. . . . . entries for 13.10.06 . . . . .
I want to cast this man as Vetinari in a Discworld-inspired film.
Don't you!? xD
I am less mopey now! I tell you, playing dress-up does wonders for my psyche. :P If I go to Blast from the Past this year, there WILL be a yellow silk minidress and powder blue eyeliner and messy pigtails. Oh yes. It's like bubblegum punk rock. . . or something.
And then there is tomorroww. And I won't be as exciting tomorrow. xD
I hate Descartes. Fuck you, Descartes, and fuck your goddamn dualism.
I just wish it weren't so true.
I suck at taking criticism. My rational side is like, "yep, I should change that," and my irrational side is like "FUCK THAT." O, dualism, how I loathe you and how bloody true you seem to be.
I wonder if I will feel better tomorrow simply by virtue of the fact that it will not be Friday the 13th? (In October, no less.)
Today was. . . eventful, but not really good. :P Emergency rooms and college visits and stat tests, o my.
I think I should try to psych myself up for tomorrow's social tomfoolery instead of being grumbly about it, but it's rather difficult.
I think it is at least partly cloudy in Paradise. Well. . . now, it's probably pretty damn overcast.
GACK.
. . . . . entries for 12.10.06 . . . . .
I believe my handy stress checklist I filled out in health class today would indicate that, yes, I am indeed stressed! Ugh.
So we tried to have one of these in school today for the senior picture. The administration didn't like it. We were sad. :(
Heading to a comedic event this evening at the high school, but until then, I might sleep or something. I was braindead today. I couldn't speak German. At all. :P Mixing up W's and V's and prepositions. . . goodness.
. . . . . entries for 11.10.06 . . . . .
| You Are From the Moon |
 You can vibe with the steady rhythms of the Moon. You're in touch with your emotions and intuition. You possess a great, unmatched imagination - and an infinite memory. Ultra-sensitive, you feel at home anywhere (or with anyone). A total healer, you light the way in the dark for many. |
Somehow, I already knew this.
The Project Runway is impending!
| You Are a Seeker Soul |
 You are on a quest for knowledge and life challenges. You love to be curious and ask a ton of questions. Since you know so much, you make for an interesting conversationalist. Mentally alert, you can outwit almost anyone (and have fun doing it!). Very introspective, you can be silently critical of others. And your quiet nature makes it difficult for people to get to know you. You see yourself as a philosopher, and you take everything philosophically. Your main talent is expressing and communicating ideas. Souls you are most compatible with: Hunter Soul and Visionary Soul |
Blogthings are bad for my health, but I kinda like this one.
| Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence |
 You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary. You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator. |
Huzzah! xD
| Your Lust Quotient: 42% |
 You are definitely a lustful person, but you do a good job of hiding it. Your friends would be surprised to know that your secretly very wild! |
Har har. xD
I think senior quotes have to be under 40 words. John Donne is looking pretty good. :P
Project Runway tonight. I really want to be done with the "addiction" thing. :P
. . . . . entries for 10.10.06 . . . . .
"You, sir. In my dream you rode to me, and called,
- Come to my house, my sweet, away down the white road.
There are such sights I would show you.
I asked how I would find your house, down the white chalk road,
for it's a long road, and a dark one, under trees
that make the light all green and gold when the sun is high,
but shade the road at other times. At night
it's pitch-black; there is no moonlight on the white road . . .
There was a sculpture in the garden, before the house,
A Spartan child, stolen fox half-concealed in its robe,
the fox biting the child's stomach, gnawing the vitals away,
the stoic child bravely saying nothing -
what could it say, cold marble that it was?
There was pain in its eyes, and it stood,
upon a plinth on which were carved eight words.
I walked around it, and I read:
Be bold,
be bold,
but not too bold. . . .
I found a door, a small door, off the latch,
and pushed my way inside.
Walked corridors, lined with oak, with shelves,
with busts, with trinkets,
I walked, my feet silent on the scarlet carpet,
until I reached the great hall.
It was there again, in red stones that glittered,
set into the white marble of the floor,
it said:
Be bold,
be bold,
but not too bold.
Or else your life's blood
shall run cold. . . ."
- Neil Gaiman, The White Road.
For all things, even lovably eccentric friends, there is a price to be paid in kind. I've gotten off pretty easy so far, so I guess I should've been expecting something to go awry. I sound melodramatic again. I hate sounding melodramatic, because I never know if it's warranted at all.
Christ, I don't want to be afraid of people.
There is something distinctly discouraging about. . . other people. :P
Haha, wallet-size senior pictures. :P
I must've bitten my tongue at some point today, because it is unhappy with me. Very tragic.
. . . . . entries for 9.10.06 . . . . .
Today was so beautiful. The perfect day for all seasons, not a cloud in the sky, hardly a breeze in the air, and it's fallen into a perfect night - the moon is nearly full, and it's rising over the Mohawk painted in white gold.
This is the kind of night I write songs in minor about, because the tranquility only lasts until I remember that the sun is going to rise on tomorrow after I wake up, when I'm in the shower, wondering what I've remembered and forgotten about the perfect sky the day before.
Dear God Almighty. All I want is to sit outside and soak it up, but nothing is ever that easy. I feel like I am going to be here, in the cute red brick house, until Hell freezes over, and Lucifer still won't bloody well let me watch the moon rise and set.
That picture with me in a coach's outfit with the words "NISKY COLLEGE WRITING" on the chest. And a whistle around my neck. Cartoony, in an ad in the warrior for my voluntary services as an essay coach. xD Riotous? Absolutely.
Today, I am a:
Chaotic Good Human Cleric
Alignment:
Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.
Race:
Humans are the 'average' race. They have the shortest life spans, and because of this, they tend to avoid the racial prejudices that other races are known for. They are also very curious and tend to live 'for the moment'.
Class:
Clerics are the voices of their God/desses on Earth. They perform the work of their deity, but this doesn't mean that they preach to a congregation all their lives. If their deity needs something done, they will do it, and can call upon that deity's power to accomplish their goals.
Detailed Results:
Alignment:
Law and Chaos:
Law ----- XXXXX (5)
Neutral - XXXX (4)
Chaos --- XXXXXX (6)
Good and Evil:
Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXX (12)
Neutral - (0)
Evil ---- (-3)
Race:
Human ---- XXXXXXXXXXXX (12)
Half-Elf - XXXXXXXXXXX (11)
Elf ------ XXXXXX (6)
Gnome ---- XXXXXXXX (8)
Halfling - X (1)
Dwarf ---- XXXXXX (6)
Half-Orc - XXXXX (5)
Class:
Fighter -- XXXXX (5)
Barbarian -XXX (3)
Ranger --- XXXXXXXXXXXX (12)
Monk ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (15)
Paladin -- XXXXXXXX (8)
Cleric --- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (16)
Mage ----- XXXXXXXX (8)
Druid ---- XXXXXXXXX (9)
Thief ---- X (1)
Bard ----- XXXXXXXX (8)
. . . damned if I know why, of course. Usually I'm lawful. I guess today is a bad day for order. :P
GAAAAH. I sort of didn't read fairytales as a child. >.o
. . . . . entries for 8.10.06 . . . . .
Hey Cassie, try me! xD
| You Are Fish |
 You have a well formed palate and a daring appetite. If it's served to you, you'll at least try it. People are pretty scared of your exotic ways. But once they get a taste of you, they're addicted! |
| You Are Surrealism |
 Dreamy and idealistic, you've created a world that is all your own. It's very likely that you've either dabbled in drugs or are naturally trippy. You are always trying to push beyond the boundaries of your culture and society. You believe that art, love, and freedom can change the world. |
| You're a Romantic Kisser |
 For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet |
All this media of me lately - courtesy Susan's camera - has really made me want to get rid of my damn white-girl ghetto booty. :P
"To take up a familiar metaphor, the most brilliant mind in the world, encumbered by this attitude, is a rock 'just laying around.' Without an irrational and powerful force to overcome the inertia of the complacent intellectual, he or she is useless. This is not to say that intellectuals should throw themselves around and break things; rather, one must remember that great bridges and castles are built of thousands and thousands of stones, mortared together by a common will to be something of substance."
College app-writing inflates my ego. :P I mean, how delightful is that?
Ah. . . I love Salman Rushdie.
. . . . . entries for 7.10.06 . . . . .
Oh, the tomfoolery. It was good.
My mother criticized me for my word choice - i.e. calling her Buddy (our dog)'s "bitch," 'cause, she kinda, you know, is - after people left. I am good at language. I should not be profane.
. . . I don't feel very good at language when I can sit around mulling over one word endlessly, coming up with no conclusion.
OH SHIT, MY FREEZER IS FULL OF ICE CREAM. >.o
Amusing, and stolen from Max.
Open iTunes or Windows Media Player to answer the following. Go to your library.
How many songs?
2054
How many Days/Hours/Minutes would it take you to listen to your whole Library/Playlist?
6 days, 59 minutes, 54 seconds
How much memory on your Hard Drive does your music occupy?
7.94 GB
Sort by song title:
First: 'Cause I'm A Blonde - Dr. Demento
Last: Zueignung - Brahms
Sort by time:
Shortest: Happy Fanfare - Monty Python (6 seconds)
Longest: Pictures at an Exhibition - Mussorgsky (33 minutes, 15 seconds)
Top Five Most Played Songs:
Songs That Were Clearly On Repeat All Night Or More:
. . . none, actually. xD There's no big gap between repeated and not-repeated tunes, though I may have gone on listening binges at some point or other.
Not On Repeat:
1. Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers (304)
2. The Oath - Nobuo Uematsu (294)
3. Vincent - Don McLean (290)
4. Between the Bars - Elliott Smith (288)
5. The Sending - Nobuo Uematsu (281)
First song that comes up on Shuffle: Stomp To My Beat - DDR (oh god, I'm ashamed. xD)
Find "sex", How many songs come up? 5
Find "death", How many songs come up? 12
Find "love", How many songs come up? 73
. . . . . entries for 6.10.06 . . . . .
Goodness. I'm kind of social. How strange.
GACK. I am lame, and failed to rescue Max from the all-consuming boredom of Friday night sans social event. Oh well. Susan made up for it. xD Hoorah.
Today was good, aside from the rushed-as-all-hell nature of classes on a half day. The afterschool activities were pretty awesome. But don't take my word for it - look at the facebook pictures! :P I especially like these:
. . . . . entries for 5.10.06 . . . . .
I just love this thing. xD
So they gave us semifinalists these questionnaires to fill out. I thought I'd post mine here, just for kicks - the questions are kind of. . . I don't know. . . not my thing. :P
What is your favorite subject and/or class (taken at anytime during grades 9-12)?
Tough call. While I love language-oriented classes (German, Latin, and especially English), I think AP US History wins.
To what do you credit your academic success?
My family environment and my own personal inclinations - both nature and nurture, in other words - have worked in my favor. My parents and sister are "thinking people," and I cannot imagine a non-intellectual existence.
How much time do you typically spend studying/doing homework?
I usually multitask and so end up spending a lot of time doing things; if I bunkered down and focused, I expect I'd spent about 2 1/2 hours a day on homework. (I hate homework, and I really don't study.)
If you could give one piece of advice to underclassmen who may be struggling academically, what would it be?
If school is not your primary interest, don't force it to be your #1 priority - but do keep in mind that the real world is what comes after high school, and one way or another, you need skills to survive, be your strengths academic or otherwise.
What are your interests outside of school? How do you spend your free time?
I have lately taken to long walks on the bike path behind my house. Other than that, I'm on the computer a lot, keeping in touch with friends near and far. I am a purveyor of strange music, I dress interestingly, I read, I maintain a diverse circle of friends, and, of course, I write.
Name a teacher or other adult who has influenced your academic career, or inspired you to do your best academically.
Although teachers (esp. Herr Car. and Mr. Bloom) have had their part in encouraging me, the single most important "adult" in my academic life is my sister Cassie, alumna of St. John's College in Annapolis. She is 25, living in Chicago and, like myself, an academic and "thinker" by nature. I'm pretty sure I stole most of my personality from her.
Have you decided where you will attend college and on a major?
No, and sort of - I (currently) want to double major in the international affairs branch of political science and environmental studies. I'm applying to Princeton, the University of Chicago, Middlebury, Tufts, Cornell, and Dickinson. I am open to change.
Where do you see yourself in the next 10 years?
ADOLESCENTS SHOULD NOT BE THINKING THAT FAR AHEAD. . . in my humble opinion. :P Ideally, I'll be an up-and-coming figure in environmental policy (perhaps a writer for my cause?), but I think it more likely that I'll get bogged down in academia, working for a college in some capacity or other.
Fuck.
| Your Love Quote |
Love is like pi -- natural, irrational, and very important. |
I think that's all I need to say. :P
Hm . . . it seems to me I have a lot to do. Perhaps I will overcome my procrastinatory urges?
. . . . . entries for 4.10.06 . . . . .
| You Should Try Ice Climbing |
 Cold, challenging, and downright scary And there's no way the snow is breaking your fall |
What the hell? xD
Also: I have senior pictures. And lots of wallets. Should anyone want one.
OMG tired.
They announced my writing award today. Many congratulations were received. It was nice, but a little weird - suddenly, I was very visible. I wonder if I am actually always visible, and people only bother to acknowledge that they see me when I am shiny with accomplishment.
Bah! They have not seen this room. This room is a mess.
Some things - like 4 AM procrasinators getting absurdly high GPAs and long-time lovers going their separate ways - make one question things. What the things at hand are tends to vary, but the things, they are questioned.
. . . . . entries for 3.10.06 . . . . .
Natalie wants me to be the madhatter for Halloween.
. . . hmmmmm.
At the speech meeting, Belle declared that I am gypsy pirate viking luggage. Even better, Adam Evans just said this to me over IM:
shermanator
strikes the economics once again!
pow!
through the heart of adam smith!
in her sultry wench uniform!
. . . ah me. xD
So apparently some sketchy stuff was afoot with the German exchange students and hosts. o.O Niskayuna, sheltered? Not at all. Europeans get drunk here. :P
Good day, though. I kinda wish I didn't have to go to the speech meeting. I kind of wish I could give up the damn halfhearted extracurric without feeling horribly guilty. Alas.
Proof that I am a girl: weather permitting, I wear skirts about 50% of the time. I am also madly in love with the outfit I wore today, denim miniskirt, fuzzysoft sweater, suede boots and all. Mmm-mm comfy-sexy. It's the perfect way to be.
. . . . . entries for 2.10.06 . . . . .
The night of tomfoolery and cocoa went splendidly! We didn't even misplace Max. :P
Physics lab, BLEARG.
I learned how to pop the clutch on a standard today, not because I wanted to, but out of necessity. :P The extent of my standard transmission knowledge is pretty impressive for someone who, you know, DOESN'T DRIVE A STICK.
Anyway.
People are coming over in about twenty minutes. Hopefully they don't. . . get lost. . . or something. o.O
Today, there shall be a cheerful brand of madness afoot.
. . . . . entries for 1.10.06 . . . . .
And yeah, a little late, but:
WHITE RABBIT.
| Your Life Is Worth... |
 |
Oh, honestly. :P
IT LIVES!
(For all of you who don't appreciate my vagueries: by "it," I mean "the pretty green STS which has been living next to the garage for some time now.")
Physics labs are not delicious.
I love Uncommon essay prompts.
This tomfoolery courtesy dictionary.com.
chartreuse
adj : having the yellowish green color of Chartreuse liqueur n 1: aromatic green or yellow liqueur flavored with orange peel and hyssop and peppermint; made at monastery near Grenoble, France [syn: Chartreuse] 2: a shade of green tinged with yellow [syn: yellow green, yellowish green, Paris green, pea green]
For the apparently curious: yesterday, I commandeered one Frank Ferraro and we went for a stroll on the bikepath, and returned (at too late, rainy, and dark an hour for my mother's liking) to my house for dinner with our respective mothers. Not too fancy, but still, it was an excellent day.
There are plans afoot for tomorrow, which are available in greater detail on yon facebook. Today is somewhat rainy and miserable, but there are bagels, and there is a physics lab.
Ah yes. I want to make myself a required reading list. So far, it includes the following:
The Republic (Plato)
Guns, Germs and Steel (Jerry Diamond)
Collapse (Jerry Diamond)
What needs adding to this?
Also also: I want to be your college essay coach. Yes. YOUR college essay coach. Your college essay COACH. Because if you are reading my blog, I definitely like you enough to believe you should get into any college you damn well please, and I probably know you well enough to help you decide what to write about and how without wreaking havoc upon your own creative voice.
LET ME COACH YOU.
That is all.
(Do my blog entries seem. . . scattered to you? xD)
come home?
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THIS IS AMERICA
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[natalie]
wait a minute
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manbeargreg
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
(heavily modified by yours truly)