. . . . . entries for 31.1.07 . . . . .
I need to see Pan's Labyrinth.
Five Hamlet journals tonight! I probably have other homework too. Hm. Sucks to be other homework, I suppose.
Nevermind poli sci. Pffft. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow.
. . . . . entries for 30.1.07 . . . . .
If I actually told you how I was feeling and why, I would receive a very serious lecture from one or both parents, so I guess I can't.
Today, Erin works on journals poolside. Whee. :)
eRin. Sleep different.
. . . . . entries for 29.1.07 . . . . .
Conclusion: my GPA is only as ludicrously high as it is because guidance failed to take into account the fact that I fail at life. Frequently. Although not always.
- and furthermore, it frustrates me that my point of view always seems slanted, warped, and chipped about the edges these days. I don't really remember not being tired.
Tomorrow, I will wear pagamas to school, because damn it all, it's second semester.
Edit: PAJAMAS. I CAN'T. FREAKING. SPELL. PAJAMAS.
o.o
It frustrates me that people in general are so eager to win. They'll tell themselves they aren't; they'll tell themselves they have the best interests of others at heart. Some believe it, I imagine. I do, most of the time.
But Jesus, people do this thing - they change their tack, after fighting for so long out of a corner, unwilling to change. They suddenly pretend as if they don't care, as if their aim wasn't to win, as if they could ignore how plainly and overtly they lately strove to win you over or crush you underfoot. It's moronic, and sickening, and predictable, and I am very inarticulate because I am very, very tired.
I also realized today that a lot of my personality springs from a strangely twisted root: instead of seeking the "what" or the "why" of things, I seek the "from whence." It seems as if the other W's fall after it like scared comrades at a Stalin convention.
. . . . . entries for 28.1.07 . . . . .
Fascinating: the only "wordless homework tune" (one of my playlists) that includes my name, but not as the artist, is Wandering, the song played in FFX during the aftermath of the more terrible tragedies in the game.
Obnoxiously: I, too, am a part of people.
Life is a riot. People especially. People are a regular old HOOT.
I am far too sleepy, filled with steak, and overall groggy to work on Hamlet. GACK.
Hopefully it will get better soon.
Raspberry lipgloss.
I feel, at this moment, as if there is a good life, and I am living it.
Valuable information: if one is pear-shaped but has a tiny ribcage and an unimpressive chest, one should seek out size 2 dresses which are low-cut and form-fitting on the top, but flowy below the waist. Such a dress will shock you with how well it fits.
Trust me. I know.
:D
PS: Your mother lied to you. Pale brunettes can look good in red.
Okay. So this is a shameless political post. Be warned.
I am going to be nineteen by the time the 2008 presidential election rolls around, and that is still a ways off. I do, however, have a current favorite candidate. I encourage you to consider joining the ranks of his supporters, because hell, you can't start campaigning too early these days.
This guy gives me goosebumps and, appropriately, he gives me hope.
Dad wants me to work on homework all day for his birthday, so that is what I am doing. Happy birthday, Dad. :)
. . . . . entries for 27.1.07 . . . . .
"Your away message inspires me to want to leave a bang, but I'm just not sure whether or not that would be considered socially appropriate." -Messiah Dan.
Dan makes me happy. My godawful procrastination habits make me unhappy, because they have resulted in my having a B for the quarter in German. Dear God Almighty. . . a B. On my report card. It makes me want to die.
If you know me well, you know I'm not kidding.
And, well, I got an A+ on everything else. But German. B. AGH.
The procrastination must cease.
. . . . . entries for 26.1.07 . . . . .
I don't think I used to be a compulsive link-blogger. :P
Huh. Think I have a chance?
So there's this facebook group I'm in that delineates college stereotypes. I found mine, but understanding it requires knowledge of the other stereotypes, so you should totally go read the list - it's pretty entertaining.
I am, more or less, a "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU? KID
This kid will confuse the HELL out of you from day to day. One day, she's THE ANSWERING MACHINE, next the QUIET SMART SLACKER, then BRING ME UP, KNOCK ME DOWN. She used to be a MUSIC MAJOR, but she randomly changes to a hard science major. She will always be to class early (THE SCOUT) unless she was THE NIGHT OWL the night before. Can be THE SILENT STRAIGHT LACED GEM, and then starts flaring up with her MAN HATING FEMINISM. Wears totally amazing clothes, or something so lame you wouldn't wear to sleep in. Hates the conformity of society with a passion (NON-CONFORMIST CONFORMIST), but can be seen with many different groups, more often with the ANIME FREAKS. You often can't recognize them at parties or class because of complete transformations. Good luck trying to contact her, because her spontaneity with throw you for a loop and you will never be able to find her."
You know, I didn't think this actually existed. Evidently it does. I almost want to do it, but I'm not going to prom this year, and I don't envision Frank being really enthusiastic anyway. xD
Erin should be working on Hamlet journals. Harumph.
I don't really have anything due for Monday aside from stat balderdash, though, which is nice. I need a bathing suit. I need to do scholarship stuff.
My dad's birthday is on Sunday. We are going out to dinner. What else we are doing, I have no idea. What I ought to get him/make for him, I also have no idea. Hrm.
Why I am filled with apprehension, I have no idea.
So when I was watching the State of the Onion a few nights ago, I cringed when Bush a) mentioned No Child Left Behind like it had been a success and b) promoted improving standards of math and science education in America to keep up with foreign (read: Asian) competitors. Here is why.
HOLY SHIT IT'S COLD.
. . . . . entries for 25.1.07 . . . . .
"But really, Hollow Men can't be your poem. You'd kill yourself. Possibly with a bullet to the head, as it would mean you'd go out with a bang, not a whimper."
I love my sister.
Mark: did you get your econ final gradE?
me: not yet.
Mark: you got an A+ on the final exam
the only one
i got the only A
and then there were 2 A-'s
me: how do you know?
Mark: i checked with sive
he mentioned ur score cause it was the only one that beat mine
me: oh brother. xD
right, well.
consider yourself duly pwned.
Mark: consider yourself duly ugly
me: oooh.
burn.
Mark: feel it?
me: I feel it.
Mark: that's your skin sizziling
me: it hurts and stings.
Mark: i totally misspelled sizzling
And in a nearby IM window:
me: Mark tells me I got an A+ on the econ final, the highest grade in the class.
do you know what that means?
Frank: H?
me: probably not. Sive doesn't like H's.
but what it *does* mean is:
I win economics.
Yes.
| Your Hidden Talent |
 Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people. You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together. Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly. People crave your praise and complements. |
Read: ENFJ ENFJ ENFJ ENFJ
All right, so now I want to know, because I remembered Cas talking about it a while ago: what does it look like from the outside when Frank and I kiss? Is it like "aw, cute" or "ew, gross" or "those crazy kids" or "how artistic and beautiful" or what?
I'm sort of glad I don't have a digital camera. I'd hate to be that creepy chick who takes pictures of herself and her boyfriend making out. :P
Erin needs a new bathing suit. Hm.
I rather like my health project. I'm not sure it's exactly what she's looking for, but I like it. :P
. . . . . entries for 24.1.07 . . . . .
AGH! HOW DO I STOP BEING LIKE HAMLET!? HOW DO I STOP?
Today is so gray.
These weird dreams are just getting WAY the hell out of hand. o.O
. . . . . entries for 23.1.07 . . . . .
"Through a detailed analysis of what can be supplied, and what consumers want, I have found that it would take 1.69 groanings to take off my edge." - guess who?
I am in a tremendously good mood - such a good mood, in fact, that not even this godawful news did not ruin it.
Fucking mankind and its fucking. . . AAAGH.
. . . . . entries for 22.1.07 . . . . .
| I Believe In a Thing Called Love by The Darkness |
 "I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day You got me in a spin but everythin' is A.OK!" You played it cheesy and campy in 2004, but you know how to rock out. |
Oh hell freaking yes. xD
| You Are 56% American |
 Most times you are proud to be an American. Though sometimes the good ole US of A makes you cringe Still, you know there's no place better suited to be your home. You love your freedom and no one's going to take it away from you! |
Oh, moderation. :P
| Your Chances of Being a Multimillionaire: 44% |
 You have a decent shot at being a multimillionaire. Surprised? You're confident and a hard worker. Keep it up! |
Pfft. My sister wishes.
Max should take this. :P
So tired. ALMOST second semester. Almost. . .
. . . . . entries for 21.1.07 . . . . .
The air outside is very cold, and also very tasty in combination with mint chocolate chip ice cream.
Do not want to do physics lab.
Some things irk me, especially since I'm not sure how they'll actually affect me. >.o
. . . . . entries for 20.1.07 . . . . .
The British dialect of English is so freaking hilarious. xD
Rohit brought up today that, if I am Frank's, I cannot also be "all his," as is stated in my usual AIM status message. So, accordingly, I have decided that the "you" referred to in the message must be the collective "you" of all my friends - I am all yours, meaning all belonging to my friends.
Which introduces the question: which bits of me belong to which people?
Rohit wants my right pinky, which is fine. I get to keep my eyes, vocal chords, and most of my brain, but other than that, feel free to ask for whatever bits of me you want. Don't be gross. You know better. :P
| You Should Paint Your Room Blue |
 Peaceful and soothing, blue rooms have been known to reduce blood pressure. Your blue room will encourage deep rest and great sleep. A blue room is the perfect oasis for a stressful life. |
I perceive a pattern.
Do the words "Rest in peace, Don Quixote" disturb anyone else?
Giggling at Cassie: she flipflops between INTP and INFP. Ha. Ha. Ha. xD Rational Gryffindor my ass.
. . . . . entries for 19.1.07 . . . . .
Harold and Maude was good. Weird, but good.
And also:
Your SaniTest(TM) Results
Your score is: 118
For easier understanding, the HPLHS SaniTest assessment algorithm converts your raw score to a scale of 1 to 10. This number is your INSANITY INDEX.
INSANITY INDEX 6.36
Your SaniTest(TM) score suggests that you are haywire. Your neural pathways seem to be oddly short-circuited, which can lead to alarming and/or amusing mishaps. You should be on the lookout for the signs of incipient megalomania, especially if you are the leader of a government. Others who scored at this level include former British prime minister Margaret Thatcher and newspaper mogul William Randolph Hearst.
Tarot readings are quite something.
Love: The Hermit
Touchstone: The Moon
Career: The Emperor
Following the Hermit’s example and shutting yourself away with your thoughts won't exactly provide much reassurance for those around you today, dear Erin! Thanks to the influence of the Moon, your nearest and dearest are plagued by doubts and imaginings and don’t really understand your withdrawn attitude and need for solitude. They feel uncertain, imagining the worst and quickly concluding that your outward coldness is a form of rejection. So make an effort to connect with others and reassure them a little... At work, thanks to the combined influence of the Moon and the Emperor, you seem rather like a bold tightrope walker who wants to turn back with only a few centimeters to go! Your capabilities are real, but your self-doubt could bring you up short just as things are going promisingly. Put your faith in your gut feelings and push yourself to the limit – you won’t let yourself down.
Today went well. I am a tired Erin, but today went well. Econ discussion was good, Walroth liked my driveway, and the stat test was not as impossible as it was made out to be.
Some songs, I just love the tone of the singer's voice. Like Jamie O'Neal's "There Is No Arizona." I mean, the lyrics are grammatically incorrect and not about anything I'm extraordinarily sympathetic to, but her voice is so expressive and rich and beautiful to listen to.
Some songs are good lyrically and vocally - "Breathe (2 AM)" by Anna Nalick, for example. The line "but my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles" has this particular wonderful tonal quality that I cannot get over.
Mmhmm. :P
On second thought: knitting. I'll probably be less manic and more poetic tomorrow.
Well, my art is done, and looks pretty decent.
What's that damn quote about malcontent? The season of malcontent. This week - this past couple weeks, this general time period - is the season of malcontent. It likes me not.
There's another one - mostly unrelated - in a Midsummer Night's Dream. Something about women being made to be woo'd, and not to woo. I feel as if I, contrary to some damn character's statement, was made to woo, but I wouldn't mind being woo'd as well - y'dig? I dunno. I don't think anyone reads this blog anymore. Actually, that's a lie. I know people read this blog. Just not like they used to.
I wonder if I used to be more entertaining. :P
Given my senselessly energized state, maybe I'll write that poem I had an idea for the other night.
. . . . . entries for 18.1.07 . . . . .
| You Sometimes Don't Get Enough Sleep |
 You're often more tired than you'd like, and you're probably not getting enough quality sleep. Sleeping a little more could make you a lot more energetic and happy. Try having a bedtime, keep your bedroom cool, and only eat fruit before bed. |
No, no. Allow me.
HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Also: my raccoon-rings have reached new heights of purpledom. They are really quite impressive.
Today, I volunteered to be Hamlet in the block 4 AP Lit class. I think I should relate to Hamlet less than I do. Really. Much less. I think I should probably not bristle whenever someone calls him insane. Probably.
I also love Shannon's Oswego hoodie. It makes me glow inside. And I sort of want one. Maybe without the big OSWEGO on the front. But you get it.
And I should be arting, but I am taking a respite, because I slept, but I still feel sort of passy-outty.
Does anyone else feel like the apocalypse is upon us?
My hypothesis is that, when I am feeling crazy off my ass, listening to my newly created playlist Psycho Mix will remind me that I am not the only one, and it is okay.
But I did finish my German translation. Tonight I just have to perfect (read: start and finish) my rather impressionistic art project. No problem.
Weird dreams, too, when I did sleep. I tell you. Weird!
This weekend, I will try to turn myself upright again.
I wonder if things will ever be normal again. I doubt it.
You know, I tried to sleep, but my mind seemed to object, so buzzy it was with obnoxious thoughts. I drifted in and out all night, and I feel alert, but this is the kind of alertness one knows to be temporary.
I am going to Hell in a handbasket.
. . . . . entries for 17.1.07 . . . . .
You'd think I'd learn.
Yeeeaaaah, no school for Erin. At least not now. I really don't want to drop dead before my interview even happens.
Huh. Well. Erin feels very out of it this morning.
Financial aid crisis averted! So much for the outside art assignment.
. . . . . entries for 16.1.07 . . . . .
Order of the Stick sort of makes me glow inside a little. :)
So, the German thing wasn't disastrous. Wasn't great, but wasn't disastrous.
OMG tired. Srsly.
In your media center!
Writin' your health journals!
Who got an hour of sleep last night? WHO!?
Bloody hell. No snowday in sight.
. . . . . entries for 15.1.07 . . . . .
A worthy question: how will Erin stay awake and focused long enough to even begin to finish her German project?
If this stupid ice storm had happened but 24 hours later. . .
Incidentally: my dream last night had a lot of you people in it. It didn't really have a substantive plot that I recall, but it had a lot of you people. :P
Ugh. You know, there's the work I can actually get done, at least in theory - the map, the logistics, the presentation - and then there's the stupid e-mail I haven't gotten a reply to yet, and may not before class tomorrow, let alone with time enough to translate it.
But mind it not. I must soldier on. My house is inexplicably filled with junk food. Maybe I will make tea at some point for the caffeine. I will not be stopped.
| You Are 56% Addicted to the Internet |
 You're somewhat addicted to the internet - but who isn't? You can keep it under check, and you're by no means a hermit. |
Pfft. Methinks it underestimates me.
| You Are 16% Evil |
 You are good. So good, that you make evil people squirm. Just remember, you may need to turn to the dark side to get what you want! |
Har har. :P
And I *still* have ten billion tons of homework to do in the next twenty-four hours (or so)!
Dear God, give me a snowday on Tuesday.
. . . . . entries for 14.1.07 . . . . .
I don't think I have been awake and functional at this hour in months. :P Going to sleep imminently. To my credit, I did do some German. Much yet to do, but I did some of it.
Dungeon or no dungeon in eleven and a half hours' time - that is the question, and therein lies the rub. Harum.
Hey! Hey! We have a snowball's chance in hell of a snowday on Tuesday!
Start praying, children.
. . . . . entries for 13.1.07 . . . . .
Have you ever wanted absolutely nothing? I mean, this is not nirvana. This is being in a dark, furious depression and seeing no way out, nothing interesting or distracting, nevermind healing. There is nowhere to put the sorrow and self-loathing, and one results from the other infinitely, because even though you know your sadness and anger are irrational, you keep feeling them - all the more strongly for your knowledge of their absurdity.
But this is not one of those times, because actually, I want to scream, and run, and destroy things. I'm not even angry at anyone, at least not anyone other than myself. Maybe, because I'm vindictive, I want someone to know, really to feel in the pit of their stomach, what I feel. It's not that I blame them; it isn't truly their fault. It's just that they ought to fucking know.
I also want to wash all knowledge of Jungian psychology from my brain, because it has honestly wrecked me.
I want to wash myself of this feeling. I want to wake up tomorrow and be impossibly enthusiastic about my fucking tremendous German project. I want not to feel guilty about going to Colin's tomorrow or, better, not feel guilty about not going, so I can keep working or, better still, drive my parents out of my house with a torch and pitchfork and hold Frank Ferraro hostage in my room until Hell freezes over.
That is what I want. No, you cannot give it to me. I am uninterested in your sympathy. I do not want to be touched, although I wouldn't mind fighting with someone - a real physical fight, like I've never actually been in, tooth and nail, resulting in blood and bruises.
No, really. CRAZY.
This weekend is actually making me a little crazy.
I knew I would hate senior year's "projects-in-lieu-of-big-exams" thing. I just didn't know how much I would hate it.
. . . . . entries for 12.1.07 . . . . .
| You Passed High School with an A |
 You have the brains of a high school graduate... at least! |
Well, that's a relief. :P
| Your Animal Personality |
 Your Power Animal: Shark Animal You Were in a Past Life: Polar Bear You have a strong character - you are an aggressive, ambitious, go-getter. You were born to lead. |
. . . sure. :P You just keep telling yourself that.
Weekend! Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Okay, well, I do have a massive German project and a charcoal drawing and stuff, but. . . still.
. . . . . entries for 11.1.07 . . . . .
. . . well, I don't really have any homework I *need* to be doing right now. That having been said, I should probably, you know, do homework.
Sigh. :P
Oh wow. This is sort of sketchy beyond compare.
I am about to drink coke for the first time in years. Gasp.
Golden Phoenix and handing in NHS hours during the half-day tomorrow, and then. . . the weekend! . . . which will consist of copious drawing and German projecting! . . . and I need to get that film developed. . .
No rest for the wicked, I guess.
. . . . . entries for 10.1.07 . . . . .
Ophelia: You are as good as a chorus, my lord.
Hamlet: I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see the puppets dallying.
Ophelia: You are keen, my lord, you are keen.
Hamlet: It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.
Ophelia: Still better, and worse.
And I say: rawr, Hamlet.
And tonight, Erin reads Hamlet. The entire thing. And summarizes every single scene.
What. The. Fuck.
. . . . . entries for 9.1.07 . . . . .
Also, sadly, I don't think I got any senior superlatives. I am taken with a sort of morbid curiosity as to who was voted most intellectual girl. Not sure I want to know, but on the other hand, who do people think is geekier than me? o.O
(I originally wrote not "geekier" but "more nerdier." Seriously. Without intent of being funny. I am on top of my game right now.)
Today, Erin slept all afternoon. Tomorrow, Erin goes to the doctor to see what the hell is up with the left side of her head and neck. :P
. . . . . entries for 8.1.07 . . . . .
Also: I was an ENFJ today. Max and Qi are ENFJs all the time. I find the former case sort of giggleworthy, since, you know, he's Max, and he's my type. :P
I thought this was rather amusing. :P It's about economics, so people may or may not be able to follow it, but hopefully you'll get the idea.
Frank: one problem is the data they give doesnt line up with mathematics (in these morton worksheets)
if you're going to do a graphical approach, you need to actually give mathematically sound data
me: sure.
and what Morton are you referring to, if you have it?
I have my book with me.
Frank: activity 50
me: how is this not mathematically sound? :P
Frank: part H
try writing the equation of the line for us bagpipes
me: does it strike you as absurd that we're supposed to be better at making bagpipes than Scotland? :P
Frank: yes
but still, its not mathematically sound
me: I'm drawing the PPF, hold on.
Frank: simply having the lines O=5/4B has a positive slope, and not having any intercepts will created only one interception point, at B=0
me: you may be thinking about this too mathematically, my dear. :P
Frank: it has to work though! :P
me: PPFs are always concave to the origin - in other words, they have a negative slope, regardless of what you think they should be doing mathematically.
Frank: right
the trade off is the absolute value of the slope
that means that for US Bagpipes, B=-4/5O+C
that C happens to be 12/5
sorry, that B equation is for scotland
so when it says 7.5O and 6B, those numbers dont work in the equation
me: hold on a sec. lemme work through this my way, with lots of PPFs and thinking and fewer equations. :P
Frank: :P
sadly, my dear, i have to leave for viola; however, please explain, as i look forward to reading the explanations later (really, i do; i hate this lack of understanding :P )
me: okay, goofball. :P
we have a production period of sixty hours.
so draw your PPFs, or just conceptualize it, whichever you want.
before specialization, Scotland can produce either 15 tons of oats or 12 bagpipes in the production period.
the U.S. can produce either 20 tons of oats or 30 bagpipes in the same length of time.
now look at the question again: the terms of trade are one for one.
so correct each of the two PPFs to have slopes of negative one, with the shared intersection being on the point further from the origin - oats in the case of Scotland, bagpipes in the case of the States.
on the new curves, Scotland gets fifteen total units and the States get 30 total units.
because the ratio is one to one, all you do is subtract the six bagpipes from the total of fifteen units for Scotland, and you get nine tons of oats.
so Scotland's net gain is a ton and a half of oats through specialization.
voila. :P
incidentally: the U.S. gets only six tons of oats and twenty-four bagpipes.
what the hell we are going to do with all those bagpipes, I will never know. :P
Nerd nerd nerd nerd. :P
Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.
I shot up an entire roll of film in the last hour. (Yeah. That's right. We still use FILM in the Sherman house.)
Outside art assignment, here I come.
. . . . . entries for 7.1.07 . . . . .
Warrior article written! Onward to econ, and stat (and German?) if I am feeling ambitious.
Huh. I'm supposed to be writing something for the Warrior.
But WHAT?
| Cancer - Your Love Profile |
 Your positive traits: You're intuitive enough to know what's going wrong in a relationship early on A total sweetheart - you're often the most caring person anyone knows You are a generous and devoted parter to whoever you fall in love with Your negative traits: Insecurity - you tend to need a huge amount of comforting from your partner You tend to be overly sensitive and easily hurt, which make loving you difficult It's difficult to predict your moods. One minute you're up - the next you're down. Your ideal partner: Someone equally sensitive, who wants to take time to get to know you deeply Dreams of an everlasting love - complete with marriage and a family Loves to take care of you. Being a good cook and masseuse doesn't hurt! Your dating style: Slow. You enjoy dates that last all day, with plenty of time to talk and get to know one another. Your seduction style: Quite tender and loving, once you are comfortable in your relationship. Coy. You tend to play it cool to drive your lover wild. Orally talented - you're known as the best kisser in the zodiac. Tips for the future: Be a little less sensitive. Not every little mistake should hurt you. Spend time away from your partner every so often - independence is a good thing. Find ways to take care of yourself. You'll be happier if you put yourself first. Best color to attract mate: Aqua Best day for a date: Wednesday |
First most amusing thing: how much this sounds like me, in spite of the fact that I rarely think of myself as fitting the stereotype of my sign.
Second most amusing thing: Wednesday = Wodan's Day = Odin's day. Who knew I was that much closer to my favorite father deity, just by virtue of the date of my birth?
Aaaah. Just returned from a long walk on the bikepath. Sore all over - arms and back from volunteering yesterday, legs from the stroll. There's something very fulfilling about being sore all over.
There is econ to be read, and God knows what else.
There are birds singing outside. There are buds on the trees. It is above freezing.
What the hell, El Niño and global warming. What the freaking hell.
. . . . . entries for 6.1.07 . . . . .
Have I mentioned lately that I love Frank Ferraro?
Dear Erin:
It gives me great pleasure to offer you admission to the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Over the last several months, as we have come to know you by reading and rereading your application, we have been impressed by all you have accomplished. Even among the many strong students applying for admission this year—we expect more than 20,000 applications for just 3,900 spaces—your academic and personal achievements set you apart. We believe that you have an exciting future ahead of you, and we hope that Carolina will be the next step in your journey.
It is so ABSURDLY warm today. It cannot be January. It cannot. I refuse to believe it!
But it's causing some highly amusing stuff economically speaking. Fossil fuels may be doubly useful, and also self-defeating: you buy them to warm up your home, you burn them, release carbon dioxide into the atmosphere, and cause global warming as well. Eventually, we won't need oil, because it'll be fifty in January all the freaking time.
. . . . . entries for 5.1.07 . . . . .
| Your Personality is 35% Addictive |
 You don't have an addictive personality - at least, not usually. You can indulge in vices freely, and there's little chance that you'll get hooked. |
Well, that's good to know. :P
Iiiiiin the liiiiiibraryyyyyyyy
iiiiiin schoooooool.
I have to go to health class to be marked down for attendence, but in reality, I have no more classes today. I slept impressively little last night - from around 3 to around 6 - and I napped for two hours in the afternoon. Consequently, I am relatively dead. I have not eaten my Will to Power Bar yet, though. That can wait for a time of truly dire need.
Yawn.
Remember this and this? I do. :P I tell you. Personality tests, psychological widgets, trait feedback. Fascinating.
. . . . . entries for 4.1.07 . . . . .
SLEEEEEP
NO SLEEEEEP
And I'm focused. And I should sleep. Bugger.
. . . . . entries for 3.1.07 . . . . .
Arrrrg, I am scattered! I must be focused! Focused!
I am terribly afraid it is too late to be focused. :(
Dear Morpheus,
That's not funny.
Peevishly, and with little love,
Erin.
I think this is rather neat.
. . . . . entries for 2.1.07 . . . . .
Incidentally, my adaptation of the descent into Hell is really quite wonderful. :P Ego? Perhaspid.
| Your Personality Is Like Acid |
 A bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict. One moment you're in your own little happy universe... And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell! |
I am deeply amused, mostly because I sort of knew this would be my result before I read any of the questions.
Tonight, I will read some Virgil and some Dante, write an e-mail in German, and maybe start writing my adaptation. And go to speech. And sleep. Mm. Sleep.
Second semester isn't all *that* far off.
I survived the first day back! And I have an idea for my English project! Wahoo!
I wish I didn't have to go to speech tonight, though. (I will call it speech, in spite of the fact that it is technically debate at this point, because I am not part of the debate establishment at Niskayuna High School. No. No I am not.)
Sehr müde.
And I still want today off. :P My parents have it off, damn it. I WANT IT OFF.
And I awoke at five AM unto the howling wind and a leg cramp. I didn't even have any bloody homework to do. Bah! I needed that sleep. I begrudge it. Begrudge, begrudge.
. . . . . entries for 1.1.07 . . . . .
I love Firefox's "latest headlines" thing. It didn't lead me directly to this, but I found it anyway. I'd be interested in reading a biography of that son of a bitch someday.
Happy new year indeed. :)
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)