random thought: i don't like when you're singing a song, and it sounds really wrong.. in my case, ifeel really awful (picture an inner voice going "steve, you SUCK at singing!" over and over again) and actually have to stop singing for fear of future mental shakedowns. then the next day, i start singing the tune and it sounds perfect. classic.

Excellent quotage today people, simply excellent. Here they are:

"Hi, I'm flat!"
"Good to meet you flat. I'm concert choir."

"All I'm doing is using his equipment."

"If you heard a ruckus in the chapel a few days ago, that was us laying our mock down."

And I appologize to Madeline for this next one, but it's just that good:

"Monty, get off your damn knees! We aren't at Madeline's house."

Home ce soir. It's actually kinda nice. I had a couple hours of the house to myself, and I haven't really had a couple hours to myself, let alone by myself, in a looong time. So I wrote some, drew some, sang some (straighten myself out on Carmina harmonies), worked out some, ate some...relaxed. I'm actually giving myself a chance to get bored!

Mrs. H isn't scary. She helped a bit, confused me a bit more, and has now gotten me set on the idea of going to Paris for drama and French studies this summer. Ah.

Must find Driver's Ed book. Must read Chapter 2...

I worked out! Finally!! It's been...well, a couple days. But this week has seemed like a few weeks, so by the transitive property, it's seemed like a week or two.

::Does a dance::

::Falls over and passes out::

I'm really tired. I think it's gonna be a night in. I'm ready for bed right now. I ran, and was really tired afterwards, so I did crunches and only one rep of each weight exercise instead of two.

Do you know what it's like to have a sick day offered to you by your mom three days in a row, and to decline each time?

[edit] Mr. D. foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog in Laureli rehersal today was gross. I couldn't stop laughing. I actually had fun today, as opposed to usual, when I'm cranky. I decided I need to have a more positive outlook, b/c maybe it'll be fun all the time if I get really into it. Yeah. I wish they'd give me a solo, though. Not that I think I have the voice for it, but I still want one. They now have me doing percussion for Can You Feel The Love Tonight (Tom...I'd like you to hear it and tell me if it sounds really dumb, or if it sounds good, and if you have any pointers), Mmm Bop, That's Just The Way It Is, and maybe Hilltones songs. That's a possible total of 5 songs. At the end of the last song, when the audience applauds (sp?), I'm worried my mouth will plop off and roll off the stage. If that happens, will someone please try to catch it?

So today was possibly the worst Laureli practice I've ever seen/heard. It was...wow...
I opened my mouth, and the sound that came out was one I'd never heard before. It was kinda a screeching groan of an Mmmbop...
But I only have two more classes, then I'll be free of this week. YAY!

Maybe I'll get last post. I think that should count for something.

I took a nap. It was very nice. I'm considering going into hybernation until early March.

Yes, I really must agree with Heather on this one: this week seems to have dragged out longer than any other week in the history of weeks, ever.

In other news...oh wait...I seem to be lacking things to blog about on here lately. I could always blog about the iron filings you can find in Total^� cereal if you mash it up and put a magnetic stirrir in it.

tai chi is marvelous.

I NEED A WEEKEND!!!!!!!

This has quite possibly been the longest week of my life. It's just dragging. Dragging through Philly slush. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. The brown, mucky slush that comes two days after it snows. And it splashes and oozes on your shoes. And it's only in Philly. Philly slush.

I can't take Concert Choir. I can't harmonize and sing the melody at the same time. And I'm just not talented enough to learn both parts. Thank god I have the weekend to work on it.

Ahhh...weekend...bringing with it girl time. =) Meeting with Mrs. H tomorrow. Maggie's joining us. Summer stuffs.

Interesting how by just taking your PPSATs you already get so much college stuff. Carleton, Washington University, Wesleyan. I want out. Take me to college with you.

Even though Tom implied that I'm a cow the other day, and when I eat, Jamie tells me to stop eating, I can't seem to force myself to work out today. Can someone please come and stand over my shoulder and yell at me to exercise?

[edit] Forget it...I'm not working out now. I'm going into hybernation (a.k.a. I'm taking a nap).

HULLLOOOO ALLLLL!!!
Well i guess now I am finally willing to admit the fact that I have been reading the blog for the past two weeks, "lurking" as Rachel called it . I've been sort of obsessed with reading all of your posts, which I've gotta say, are usually pretty interesting... anyways thanks for inviting me Daeb:)

My official rank:

R: Procrastinator
DO: Staying out all night
WT: An 11 o'clock curfew
FF: Younger men
WF: Bumming a ride
N: To be on time
AS: "It's chicken filet day!!"
ITY: Doing Herbal Essences^�
TS: Deb's Eyes Are Brown

Yep. Except I didn't do the � on my rank.

Does anyone have a story about me that they've told, which I can write about for english?

The guy who came to speak to us about drunk driving during guidance was really good.

i have seaweed caught in my teeth. god dammit. skipped class for teh first time all semester, and took a 6 hour nap instead. best thing i've done all semester, really. then came movies and c-haus meetings and boy problems. just another typical night at beloit college. now it's 5am and i still haven't done my homework.

and i STILL have seaweed in my teeth! augh!

Hey guys, I need two stories too...help me out here!!

Anyone have an extra ticket for GFS night?

Bleh. I've forgotten the monotony of school. Now, I'm being forced to remember.

I had Drawing and Painting II today, though. I've also forgotten how much I love art. And I'm glad to be remembering that one.

I have to talk to Mrs. Heckisher (however the hell you spell her name) tommorrow about summer stuff. I want a French student. But I want to go to Bennington. And Mission. Why is it that there is never enough time for all the things I want to do?

So on the topic of being in the play due to favouritism from VR..

I'll just say Carina and you can infer what you wish.

sorry this is long, but it's interesting. or it is to me, but maybe that's because i wrote it. in any case, the short version is the following:

kill your television.

i came home today after a day at school that should have never been, having snowed so freakin' much and all, and (quite stupidly) turned on the tv to watch something other than the simpsons - they're not on yet. well, i've certainly learned my lesson.

channel surfing... channel surfing... stop. i come to a program called 'it's just entertainment.' The segment covered (and exposed the true brutality of) a wrestling show, only the thing is, they pair men with women and, inevitably, the women are horribly tormented, battered, abused, and almost tortured in the most gruesome and repulsive of ways. there are no rules to this game and it depicted near-naked women in thongs and sorta-bikini tops being dragged across the floor, having their hair yanked out, smashed and crushed on the ground, or forced to perfom acts on each other like slapping one another or doing whatever the male in the ring asked of them. not all of it was focused around male-female pairs, however. some of it also showed two men together, obviously unfairly matched, in which one guy dominates the other by aggressive means and mocks homosexual acts on the other. thus, the show promotes female abuse and homophobia, which fosters the idea that hitting women and forcing them into submission is an acceptable social standard, as well as supporting people's urges to beat, laugh at, and torment gays by selling it to the public as entertainment. the audience gobbles it up, as the segment proved by interviewing viewers of the wrestling matches. even the women that enjoy watching it (no kidding!) openly admit they don't believe it is degrading to women (wtf? how in the name of all creation!?). and everyone interviewed, just common citizens walking out of the arena with CHILDREN, for crying out loud, all claimed "it was just entertainment... the kids know the difference between reality and tv..." most of them look to this kind of thing as acting out private urges to hit women or mock gays in what the public has viewed is an acceptable manner - to pay millions of dollars to support this business and to laugh at and be sucked into the appaling drama of the interactions between these people.

when i saw this, i definitely dropped my sandwich and nearly spilled my milk fumbling for the remote to quickly change the channel.

channel surfing... channel surfing... stop. i come to another program about celebrity stalkers. the psycho-mania that motivates them and a few specific cases that illustrated what exactly stalkers of nicole kidman, steven spielburg, and master p had done that utterly terrified them and their family and made them fear for their safety. one claimed to be "the death angel" who's presence indicated "a great blessing to the one who is visited, but only if he listened..." most had been arrested before too much damage was done, but i couldn't take it anymore. the tv was going off.

once again i have reminded myself of why i don't watch anything but the simpsons, and that only when i remember (which isn't frequently). seeing these two programs consecutively deeply disturbed my shamefully ideal and unrealistic idea of human nature and what the world is really like, which is all too easy to do when you emerse yourself in a cozy little blogger like this one filled with people you absolutely love. i'm not naive, don't get me wrong, but it did remind me of that great question of whether one wants to become aware of their surroundings and bear its weight, or if instead one wishes for the safe little alcove within into which one can hide from reality and remain disillusioned. for the moment all i can do is bury myself in my books and homework and decide to come back to it later. so i guess i've decided to run away for a couple of hours at least. coming to acknowlege shows like these and their impact on culture and society are no joke and even still are just the tip of the iceburg is too much for one swallowing.

kill your television.

So I'm braving this floor, even though I bet the bug is still lurking...

I WANT A SNOWDAY!
Bleh. This week is so long...

I should stop procrastinating so that I can be done my work in time for American Idol...

Why don't we have a snow day? WHY WHY WHY? I might be going home early. Ahh yes! Mrs. Bell just said that my mom called and said I can go home early! YAY! Hopefully no school tomorrow!!

Do I have to go back to school tomorrow?

Please, can I beg of you to leave politics out of this blog. Please please please. I despise politics more than anything. Even more than bugs.

Um...I know this is random but my finger is bleeding because my skin is so dry and it just split open. I know EVERYONE wanted to know that, too.

My frees are no more, no less. Because I'm in photo 2!!! YAY!! I'm really excited. I miss photo sooo much. And now I can have a senior wall.

This has really been a slow week. The past two days have seemed like at least five. Probably more. The fact that I was at springside today, third period...I actually got confused about that at some point today and thought that had happened yesterday or the day before.

Mom. make me get off. now . bye.

EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
I don't like bugs.
Ick. Ick. ICKY!!!
So I'm occupying this computer (4th bedroom).
Because there is a scary bug lurking around mine.

We have such a fast growing blog! It's exciting!

So today was full of ups and downs. I'm going through many phases of either being really sad to pissed to not really caring at all to laughing (all about Players). Who knows. But it was a voice day, and voice days always cheer me up. Therapy sessions with Paula =) And on another bright note, I have normal lunches everyday! (I know, it seems so trivial...but simple pleasures...)

Hello fellow bloggers, it's Kate. I've been invited to blog, thus my blogging. I think I understand this stuff, or the general idea of what's going on, but there must be an afternoon in the future sometime when I take on further investigation.

Rachel, I'm eating that candy-thing you gave me today as we blog. It is helping to lighten my moods because, as you could have guessed, things weren't any better with the female parental unit when I returned home. Worse in fact, but that's neither here nor there.

So do I get an icon or something? Let me in on what I gotta do now. heh heh ... this is the most exciting thing that's happened to me since I don't know what. Is that bad.

Well, I may not have made the cut, but at least now I'll actually go get screwing lessons from Chris on Saturday mornings.
Congrats to all who did make it!!

it's no use being bitter, being as i can't affect anything. sure, i could have done a great job, but i'm sure others will as well.. that's the way players should work. looking toward the future will mean a lot more than dwelling on the past. maybe i'll get my feet wet and do set or something to keep busy.

so.. good job to everyone who's now a Spring '03 player. tom especially.. that role was really fun to act out during auditions-- it is too bad you weren't able to be there. you get to wield a menacing plastic knife--- i mean, DEADLY SWITCHBLADE-- not once, but twice! it is a lot of fun. and you get to be a menacing cuban with a penchant for destruction (Oh baby!). he's is a whole lot of fun, especially talking in dee ax-sent. dee ax-scent is good, meester. and.. adrian? dunk? you get to smack people around and yell about miscellaneous letters! oh baby! just remember to use a fake slap, instead of a real one! hell yes. yay for players, yay for somehow getting rid of bitterness.

I need to enlist everyone's help. Ranks are due tomorrow, and I still need my official Rank and Theme Song!! What can they be?? Any (not incredibly mean) ideas are welcome. And if anyone thinks they have good suggestions for pet peeve, in ten years, needs, famous for, where found, dreams of & wakes up to, or always says, suggestions for those are welcome too. Pleeeeeease help me!!

Rachel: "It was weird when I came back to school after hanging out with everyone over break, because I realized that everyone doesn't love me."

It's not an exact quote, but close enough.

Also, Mrs. Hillinck said "Unfortunately, I don't know about the toxicity of the Platypus," in response to a very random, very strange question from Kelly.

Eh...I'm not so much feeling great today. Combination of factors really.

In other news...I think Heather has a secret admirer over at her blog!

oO Wafna!

TARGET TARGET TARGET!!! (To be said like "Marsha Marsha Marsha! in most ditzy voice possible). And I don't mean Target the store. That's more like Tarjé, but spelled the same. Target links people. It's ok, Heather, I targeted for you. I can't view the article, so...what happened?? That is really sad.

Other than that...I must get back to prelabbing in last year's lab book (I left this year's at school, along w/ my math textbook).

[edit] Ahh, I saw it. That's horrible!!

Seriously...I'm wanting to fly less and less because of all these accidents.

Nick Carter died. It's really tragic. He was only 22. Read more.

I'm doing homework, I swear...

My exams were less than good. And so I had a breakdown. Fun times.
But then I slept. So it was all better.
I think sleep is like a drug for me. It makes me happy, I do it a lot more than I should...

school has drained me of my insight and wisdom.. i must make pink swan like confucius and truly know myself.

random song pimpage - Glen Phillips - Easier.. just remember, I want to be carter at your peace talks. and I did alright on exams! yay for being a latin geek, and having it pay off majorly.

Um yeah. I'm pretty much all over the place with my exam grades. Nothing in the D range, thankfully. I did have to press the orange button a couple times, though. In case you don't know, the orange button sounds like the first half of the sound made by the green button (which is the sound of a bomb falling and exploding).

I definitely got really hyper last night after all the chocolate I had. Very fun Superbowl party! Thank you to the Pringles for having a great party, and to Rachel for picking me up, and to Tom for driving me home!!!!

Most outrageous moment of the day:

Chambers, singing If You Don't Know Me By Now, Mr. Woehr: "I give you permission to do what I call 'Africanizing.'"

It was totally...I don't really have a word for it. Out of line, outrageous, etc.

So. I almost don't feel like posting, just to see how long I can go without posting, but I decided to give chortles up for the weekend, and now I'm back. God, I hope I get in the play, and I hope I get a big part. I haven't failed any of my exams yet...I only have to find out what I got on math (my spanish teacher already told me what I got). I did as I expected on english, better than expected on physio, and better than I expected but worse than I hoped for on chem. Oh chem, you are the bane of my existance. For serious. I'm gonna go try to figure out what I'm doing for lunch, cause I forgot to order mine.

I'm tired. Because I couldn't sleep either. Because I was too busy anticipating school to sleep...right...So now I feel the need to sleep during school. I have study hall next - sleep doesn't seem like a bad idea. I'm ready for the weekend already and it's only 3rd period of Monday. Long week. I'm sure it will go fast once vR posts the cast list on like Wednesday. I hope. ::worryworryworry::

Guess who can't sleep?

Jeff can't sleep either. I don't think.

I had to read a monologue at auditions today. Damn it was long. Ugh...

Don't worry about players everyone. If anyone should be worried, it should be me. I'm new at it, and I'm not worried. I'm surrounded by the most talented group of individuals at CHA and Springside. You all rock. All of you players people. Jeff, Andrew, Heather, Madeline, Natalie, Nick, Tom, Steve, Rachel, Deb, and Kat. Every single one of you is amazing. You all sing, you all dance. You all have fun. You are why I am at CHA. You will all be amazing, I doubt anyone will cross that.

I will borrow a quote from Jess: "We are all fools, whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance."

Play on, dear players. Play on.

Pirst Fost again!

I'm really happy to know that there was a love sexagon tonight. Even though i wasn't a part of it, even though there were 7 people in it. It was a love sexagon, and that's all that matters.

Fun times, fun times. If there was equal respect all around, that would be better; but hey, i can't ask for too much i guess.

There was something I was supposed to do...what was it?

I'm also excited about something. I just can't figure out what about.

yay for players auditions and driving... I'll post something meaningful later..

Ok, well I have nothing better to do than come home and post. But I got side tracked with old photos. My mom's cleaning the cabinets and therefore is organizing them all. Literally, ALL. I found one of my sister and me when we were probably 2 and 5, wearing nothing but tights pulled up to our shoulders. And then some of Heather and me when we were about 5 or 6...and then again at her country house after 7th grade. It's a scary thing. And Nick and Alex. They looked soooo young!

I'm soooo worried about the play. Soooo worried. Wyn did a great job seducing the audience with an Elmer Fudd accent, though.

Where is everyone??
I know you all have nothing better to do than come straight home and post! Rachel and I have been refreshing the page for an hour now waiting for something new!

Best of luck to everyone who auditioned! You were all fabulous! Mwah.

b-fest may be the greatest thing ever invented. 24 hours of bad movies. the only people crazy enough to go are psychos just like me. enough to fill a movie theatre. my god, it was amazing. i also met up with Cappy and got everything straightened out... we're good again. yay.

i was also told by the people working the desk for the main building that i was the opnoly one there that was even close to normal (read: having social skillz) because not only did i talk to them, but i knew who alkaline trio was. w00t. i win.

next year, i expect everyone even remotely close to the midwest to be there with me.

Eddie is my god. He knows it, but for serious...

Andrew, Jeff and I had a wonderful discussion on the way to my dad's:

Jeff: I was a boyscout.
Andrew: I was a boyscout too, then I quit.
Tillman: Yeah...I was a Germantown boyscout...
Andrew: Boyscouts are for Republicans.
Jeff: Yeah, with all that "No gays! No blacks! No Indians!"
Tillman: Boyscouts is basically the KKK for eleven year olds.

I need a picture of the three of us. Jeff with his normal dress-code is the median of Andrew's ten year old cross-country jacket and my black leather trench-coat.

We are a great group of friends. I wouldn't trade them for anything. Long live our friendship guys.

Pirst Fost!

Superbowl tomorrow baby! Yea, i'll be at the party, potentially not paying attention to a sport of which i know nothing. But hanging out, and that should be fun.

Spent the morning with kids from the ROnald McDonald house- science outreach stuff. Fun stuff, except that one of the girls took out her aggression by elbowing me in the stomach after i tickled her. Well, i learned my lesson.

pirst fost? not even close, baby. just the way i like it.

super bowl tomorrow? yes. players tomorrow? yes. is tomorrow going to be a good day? yes. am i tired? yes. does this post make no sense? yes. is that the way i like all my posts to be.. senseless and yet supremely cultured? flowing with vibrant energy and yet powerfully subtle? lacking all grammar and punctuation?. percolating with jargon and buzzwords? oh, yes.

You think you don't know, but you have no idea.

You think you know, but you have no idea.

You have no idea.

ARRGH!!
Foolish (song)writer's block!!
It's really frustrating when I go from inspired, heartfelt lyrics, to lyrics that are the equivalent of dogshit.
AARRGH!!!

"And watch out for those guys in spandex."

I'm learning soo much from Driver's Ed. =)

I'm going to live in my cave and be a hobbit.

I actually slept in today! Still didn't get 8 hours of sleep, but it's better than my usual 5 or 6. Last night was fun, although I hope none of you ever have to walk into a house inhabited by only Wyn and Ryan. It's a scary thing. However, that did mean I got to watch Friends, Will and Grace, and the end of Signs until Monty got back (I had to be completely absorbed in the TV). ;-)

Driver's Ed today. Excited? Peut etre. It's like a symbolic point...it means I am on my way to driving (= lots of freedom). However, it does take up my ENTIRE Saturday day. At at night, I'll be downtown watching a play at Walnut...and eating dinner at L'ange Bleu. And that's always a good thing. Oh French food =)

hehe
23 inch HD screen
Apple Store
heaven
two bounces in 10.2.3 for photoshop 7 its amazing!!!
its so fast...... you can also have like, a really big photoshop doc open, at 100%
woo hoo

pirst fost? oh, yes.

that was a good party.. monsters inc is such a good movie. sully, you are the man. chameleon dude (randall) you are such a bad ass. drivers ed tomorrow (yippee) and then auditions (again) on sunday (yippee, this time for real). at least I have no homework to do. yay for lack of punctuation.

And damn, do they feed us well!

Ah, so tonight was a good time. Although certain people on the couch...umm...I dunno what they were doing...
But all in all a good time.
It's fun to hang out with new people, give people a second chance. Or the first one they never got.
=)

Ahhh shopping. I love H&M. It's the best store ever. Joubles of good clothes for good, cheap prices. =) And they have so much spring stuff already. I have the worst case of spring fever ever. I want sunshine! The beach! Warmth! Short sleeved shirts and shorts!

Dum-dee-dum...
I've watched two chick flicks since I got up at 930 this morning. And I've cried at both...
Dear god, I'm turning into my mother. =)

Chicago was soooo good. I really want to do it in Players now, not that we ever WOULD. But I can dream, can't I? And who could've guessed so many famous people have such good voices? And could dance? (even though it wasn't Fossy choreography).

However, afterwards, Monty and I stood out in the frigid cold for...ohh...5 minutes waiting for his mom, who he then called only to find out that she wasn't coming to get us and we had to walk home. I don't think I've EVER been as cold as I was last night. EVER. My face went numb, and after a while I stopped hurting because I just didn't feel anymore. It got to the point when I just started cracking up I was so cold and I stopped being productive. So, it was a good time. =) It only took me about 10 minutes to thaw out, once inside.

Thinkin' of taking a break from the commnuity blog, just for the weekend. Who knows...maybe I'll pull a Deb (the other Deb) and not be able to peel myself away from it. We'll see.

Regarding auditions: I like the play we auditioned for....although there really aren't a lot of parts (yes, stating the obvious). I'm worried that with so few parts, I won't get in. I feel like the first part I read for was alright, but the second one...I don't know why but I was getting sort of confused, and I didn't really feel like there was much I could do with the part. It was strange. Maybe it was cause he gave me my motivation the first time, but not the second time. Whatever we do, I want to be in it, and I want it to be funny.

For some reason, my calf really hurts. Feel free to speculate; I have no idea.

My mom got an email from her friend a while back, and I just saw it and found it amusing.

Subject: CHRISTMAS CAROLS FOR THE PSYCHIATRICALLY CHALLENGED.


Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?
Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three Queens Disoriented Are
Dementia --- I Think I'll be Home for Christmas
Narcissistic --- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
Manic --- Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Busses and Trucks and trees and Fire Hydrants and......
Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Get me
Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire
Personality Disorder --- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll tell You Why
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder --- Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle...

boys are dumb. boys that send me blatantly mixed messages are even dumber. in that respect, college is a drag.

i completely r0x0red my persuasion mass media class today. ever have one of those days where you just completley dominate the in-class discussion? I haven't had one of those since my senior elective, 2 years ago. And I thoroughly schooled my 260 theatre class today. it was excellent.

sue, i need your email address, pretty pleasey.

"I'm writing one great song before I go..."
I'm trying to write a song. The chords are good. The chorus is good. As for the rest...bleh.
But if I finish it and it's good, I'll have 10 good songs. Which would rock.

Damn the person who invented divorced parents.

Eh, it's not so much that, more that I went from my dad's to my mom's to my dad's today. Weird, eh?

And I'm not trying to be depressing, it's just an inconvenience, kinda like having a permit and not a license is an incovenience. So there you have it.

Since the number of possible plays has been summed up to around 3, I think auditions went really well (For my second play...). I heard multiple rumors about seniors getting priority, and then a seriously smaller cast than Patience, but does anyone know the final rulings on these? I understand the smaller cast, but senior priority would just bake my noodle. Chaft my willie. You know the drill. ;-)

whoa.. go players and especially trying out (auditing?) for the play! it's like a complete parody of all those old 30s detective movies with humphrey bogart.. phillip diamond is the lead character.. what a great name. that is up there with Indiana Jones, Anakin Skywalker and Austin Powers on my list of great movie names. and exams are over! and I did relatively well without even freaking out! heck yes. whoopee. no school tomorrow. but, nothing to do. still, it's better than having school! yay for exclamation points!

It's amazing how many New Yorkers and Brits one can find in LA.

You guys are all gonna have to come and see Wissahickon's ice show.

I'll have a solo, since all the juniors and seniors get them [the show is every other year, so it'll be both 11th and 12th graders' last show].

But wait.. it gets better!

Yes, that's right. Better. So much better that i'll tell you what makes sitting in a cold rink on a Friday [Saturday, maybe? I don't remember] in March so worthwhile.

I'm skating to "So Long" by Guster!

And so, you'll all have to be there. If not to cheer me on, then to listen to a great song.

Grammar police, arrest this man he won't use caps,
He can't find the apostrophe,
Nor can he punctuaaaaaaaaaateeeeeee.

Can anyone guess the song? I may have changed the words a little bit...

Auditions today! And I'm freaking out. I feel like I haven't acted in forever...since Patience actually because Walnut ended the week before and hasn't started up yet. I might've lost the feel for it!

No more exams!! Freefreefreefreefreefree::takesadeepbreath::freefreefreefree...ahhhhh relief. Ryan's was fun last night. Insomnia is awesome. Robin Williams is awesome. I wish I could act like that. His character is just sooo cool. With so many different sides. It makes you see all the positions of murder and accusing a murderer. Brilliant.

So auditions today! Woo hoo!
I miss the Rec...
But umm...yea..I'd kinda like to know what show we're doing...anyone else feel that way??

I think I should go wake Kat up...

Ah! Sue, Rachel! Anyone else working on those cards!

Check out the Yearbooks. From what you've said, it sounds as though you already have, but just for the sake of a refresher, I've always loved those "Personality Lists" they make.

My radiator sounds like it's going to blow up...Eh, it's sounded like this for years, I'm not worried about it.

I AM A SECOND SEMESTER SENIOR!!!! Why did I stay up until 1:45 a.m. studying? It was a bad call. Yeahh. But physio was quite easy, I must say. These cards seem somewhat mysterious...I'm not sure I like it. You should make them like ranks, though. Our ranks are supposed to be in by next Wednesday. You could also say rank, wakes up to, always says, in ten years (although I don't like this one), where found, theme song, famous for, needs. Those are some more.

*Pirst Fost*

Rock on.

Now wasn't that easy? I don't see what was so hard about it...

My dad still doesn't believe that I don't have school tomorrow, but I really don't! Players auditions aren't school...right? Nah, not really. But yeah...I'll be at the Rec at 1:00 PM. I don't know how you're planning to get me up on stage, but those sorts of ideas come out as "spur of the moment" type things.

Seriously, I'm going to freak out on stage tomorrow.

Jess! I miss you so much! You're going to be my motivation tomorrow, you hear me? I love you and I know you'll be with me in some form tomorrow!

Sue, sorry to disappoint you, but I didn't actually write an "ampersand" essay. How 'bout an "ampersand" post?

Ampersand ampersand ampersand. Ampersand ampersand, & ampersand...ampersand. AMPERSAND!

Rachel was gonna post this, but she hasn't yet, so I will. We were on our way to Delesandro's, Rachel driving, Meghan in the front, me, Jamie, and Tom in the back. Completely out of the blue, Jamie goes "Hey guys, I've really been getting into Prince lately."

Enter about 30 seconds of silence, followed by each of us cracking up histerically. Ohhhh man, it was funny.

Pretty much it's cause it was THE most random thing of the day, and it took us all a while to figure out that he was kidding.

So we've started these index cards on "family" members, with "vital stats" of sorts...
They should turn out well, and if anything, interesting...

Watched Singin' in the Rain. I wish I could tap dance...

And, on a random note: I want to go to Prom!!! I was flipping through my Prom issue of seventeen, and all the pretty dresses...and...oh...I wanna go!

So here I am. Posting as Natalie.

I simply had to quote...

Natalie: You tainted my snowman!

I'll let you all decide...

-n

Someday, I will get pirst fost. Someday. And I WILL write something afterwards.

In the art cave...exams are OVER! And I came into the cave and Wyn's there, looking at colleges...so, of course, I join in. Because I have so many requirements for a college, I didn't get any matches...so I gave up for the blog. Of course.

Dana is playing weird songs on her cell phone...with incredibly advanced phone rings. And Monty and Tillman were just singing everything they said. Monty's house in 15 minutes. Wyn finally can see Ryan so she can stop being sexually repressed. ::sighofrelief:: ;-)

I propose everyone get as excited about having the first comment on a post as they get about having pirst fost. Just a suggestion.

Um...I gave up studying a long time ago. As in, freshman year. Since then, well...studying hasn't been a big part of my life. And I have english tomorrow. I should review notes. I should this and that, but I'm not and I probably won't.

I have Find The Cost Of Freedom in my head. It's better than having Carmina in my head, which I did earlier. I wish Laureli would do stuff as awesome as that song.

I need voice lessons so I can attempt to get into OTB.

I also learned that the girls of our sister class had to learn how to put condoms on a banana.

That might be one of most sexist things I've ever heard about. But it made for a good conversation! ;-)

I've given up on Bio. I gave up on Bio last week, but I didn't tell anyone because it was just too damn early. But now it's official, I've given up on it. The issue is closed, I don't want to hear any arguing.

English was easy. If you consider typing 8 pages in 2 hours easy, it was easy. And so there you have my exam summary for the day. Chambers wasn't an exam - Chambers was a waiting room.

Okay, so a bit of enlightening news, right? I mean, I always knew this, but because of how much it's affecting some people lately, I've realized that being in a relationship can be quite hazordous to your health. Almost as hazordous as parents!

Be safe. Be single.

I find chem a lot easier to study for if you totally become a "Chem geek" (tom senior speech definition: someone who has an extreme interest in chemistry) while studying. Actually caring about effective nuclear charge and thinking that nomenclature is cool (alcohols, carboxylics, and binary ionics-- oh my!) makes it a lot easier to get motivated and actually study, rather than being like "chem sucks.. lampes a nazi... SCREW THE WORLD!". Even though that may be true, it's best to ignore it. Think Chem. (okay, i feel like a walking talking apple commercial.. yay)

In a way, and I know this is gonna sound sort of nuts, the college application thing is good. How, you ask? It keeps your mind off of what'll happen once you're in college, or the in between time, during the end of high school until the start of college. The process keeps you so busy that you don't have time to start freaking out like I'm doing.

"Just remember and I'll remember cause MOMMAAAAAAAAAAA I'll get by." I wuvvv OTB.

I'm a big pig.

Ummm Tom and I still need to talk about english. TOMMMM. He's standing right there.
<--

Me: "What happens in Ghosts?"
Tom: "Stuff."

Ahhh Tom. And I can't call him tonight to talk about english because he has a socio class. At the Beave. I mean...Arcadia.

I think I need to learn how to play drums.

English was so easy! There wasn't an essay, I was so confuzzled. There was, however, an essay on how Barbie is actually a beneficial toy for little girls because it allows them to explore their sexuality. But it was Mrs. Hill's exam, so go figure.

About an hour and 10 minutes until English exam time. And you'd think I'd have gotten more sleep...or at least a good night's sleep. But, noooo. I bargained with my mom for more phone time and then went downstairs and watched TV with my rents...made upstairs at 1130-ish, and then read for a few hours. And for some reason, my mom felt the need to wake me up when my sister got up for school at 8 when I don't need to be there until about 940...Sleeping through English is very appealing. But then, maybe I'll just sleep until voice.

IT'S NOT PIRST FOST IF YOU DON'T SAY ANYTHING. That means I get pirst fost.

I am at school, blogging. Instead of studying for spanish. I think that even if I didn't study at all (I've done a little) I could probably still get an A. Devon was in the retreat singing "I don't care, I don't care," and it pretty much summed up my policy for this exam, and probably for english too.

I went to bed way too late last night, so I'm gonna be dead tomorrow. Maybe I'll nap when I get home. How am I getting home??

Remember when it was rainging "LIKE, OMG, WTF??" That was worse than "ampersand" by far.

[edit] I BEAT YOU JEFF!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!
[edit] By 5 seconds!!

PIRST FOST!

Fbbbbthhhh.

Yes. Talking is best. It's true, and everyone who said so was smart.

I don't wanna go back to school!!! NOOOOOOO!!!

I didn't so much study. But it's spanish. But I should've at least reviewed my notes or something. I did start making a list of all the vocab words I need to know, and I read one of the short story things we read. I really need to go over ser v. estar and imp. v. pret. Badly with the latter.

[edit] Is ampersand not a commonly known word?

when you all go to college, please keep this in mind:

remember your old friends.

because getting blown off for a frat party, a kegger, and a meaningless blowjob is really the epitome of sucktacular.

Cats in heat.

Or rather, semi-cats in heat, as they are still relatively young. But in related news - My kitty had kittens last night! Little tiger-kitties. Aww...wittle itty bitty baby puds.

But back to the main topic. Cats in heat, that is. They might be one of the most annoying things ever. They either roam around the house going "MeeeeooooOOOOOOOoooowwwWWW", or they go "MeooOOw, waHHhaaa, MeOOOooW, waaahhHHHaaaa, MeeeeEEoooW, WaaaHHaaaa."

Take your pick, and enter the house of maddening feline hormones.

I'm tired.
I didn't go to bed as early as I wanted to last night. And I got up early.
So I napped for two hours.
But I'm still tired.
So I'll go to bed early tonight.
Or, kinda early...

the beatles are so bloody trippy.. i've been listening to the beatles one and I space out on every other song. whoa... beatles-inspired trips sure beat studying for exams. yeah. sting - jeremiah blues part 2 is also good. I tell you, if I was an african tribesman ready to hunt for the family, ready to put my life on my line for the good of the tribe, ready to sacrifice my good, my life, my body, to bring down that big snarling beast from the jungle.. I would sure listen to jeremiah blues part 2 before the hunt. screw all logic and sanity - a southern man don't need them around, anyhow.

Me duele mi espalda. No sé porque. And yeah, that time I used an HTML accented thing. Let's hope I remembered the right code...

What exactly happened at school today (I wasn't there)?

Has anyone seen the commercial, I can't remember what it's for...but it was on during the game last night, and it's raining +'s? It kinda looks like the blog.

i like gettin' out of class an hour early!

now i can take a shower! woo! anti-stink!

How in the hell to you really study for an English exam? Vocab, grammar...and then essays?? Vocab I memorize by making every word dirty...figures. I suppose she expects us to be completely clueless and get experienced in bullshitting. Good thing I am. I can lie on paper, just not in person.

My sister has a boyfriend!!!! I told her to wait to kiss anyone until 9th grade because, until then, no one knows how to kiss and they're all only experimenting/practicing. And you DON'T want to be the girl they practice on. Then Heather and Maggie brought up a good point - we need to practice, too...

Golden Globes last night were semi-good. Pretty much all the dresses were "ehhh". No gorgeous ones. No horrendous ones. Just "ehh". How disappointing.

Another disappointing note: we don't get to go to the super bowl. ::tear:: I love how I actually care about sports when our teams are good. Like I watched almost every game when the 76ers were good...and like hypervenilated when they lost. Every other year I'm lucky if I even remember it's basketball season.

Happiness? It's as simple as this equation...supposedly.

Happiness = P + (5xE) + (3xH)

where P = Personal Characteristics, including outlook on life, adaptability and resilience,

E = Existence and relates to health, financial stability and friendships,

and H = Higher Order needs, and covers self-esteem, expectations, ambitions and sense of humour.

Huh?

What is up with chortles? Why can't I view it? ARRGHHHH!!

Pirst Fost!

Oh wait, maybe not, M'ris typed something out at 5:30am but never published it. Damn. Can't i get an honorary pirst fost?

It's early. Not as early as 5:30am, but it's 6:30am. Still very early. I'm skating, then hanging around the rink for half an hour before the stupid MLK day starts. Hello- we're not even doing service projects today. We're having some dumb assembly.

I realy need sleep.

i just realized that i will most likely not be home for a very, very long time. not til may. and then, not til october. jeebus.

my birthday was wonderful, thanks tom n nick, and my friends here have decided that much like chanukah, it will last for seven days. so tomorrow night we're playing DDR. so much DDR.

the past few nights have been filled with truth or dare (of the drunken variety. i pretended to be a swimsuit model and admitted that i'd like to sleep with jerry o'connell. yes there are pictures, and c'mon, like we all didn't know that already?) bad movies (premutos, killer eye... "B movie" doesn't even begin to describe them.) and my friend Cancer being an uberslut. good ole cancer.

now i have an 11am class, and should prob'ly go to bed. is this pirst fost? cool.

Good talk today, Ray. I didn't mean for that to rhyme, but I'm not going back to delete it. Lots of good talks with people today. Good good. :-D

Life, life is foolish. That's my conclusion. And, from earlier, you should be able to turn off thinking sometimes.

Someone may have broken into our house today. My mom and I did a thorough check of the basement and the third floor and didn't find anyone hiding, but if I get killed....I love you all.

ah, time to chortle randomly and incoherently. 1.the eagles losing is a bad thing. damn Philadelphia sports and our tradition of losing. there's always next year. 2. reorganizing mp3s is very boring and very timeconsuming but worthwhile. 3. service thing tomorrow.. oooooh boy. 4. more exams this week. arg; need to study. hopefully, the worst of it is over though.

Wow...after thinking about it, I am definately the Catcher in the Rye.

My alter ego is none other than the Curbside Prophet.

No, really, I took the time to look up at least the Catcher in the Rye. Yeah, the one by JD Salinger.

It's so amazing, did anyone else like that book as much as I did?

Jack Ferguson is my favouritest person EVER. =)
Even when he's attacking me with stuffed animals...

Ok. Pretty much boringness since I last posted. Where is everyone? I'm starting to think that here's the loop:

O

And here's me:




.

The Two Towers is so much more awesome at 1 in the morning.

Speaking of random IM's, this girl from California IM'ed me the other day asking me about "Kanyamagufa."

The first thing she tells me is that she was searching for it in people's AOL profiles. Now this totally blows me over, and not in the good way. Who the hell searches for "Kanyamagufa" in AOL profiles?

She does.

It was weird.

So I decided I might want to have a conversation with her, but no, shes only there for one reason, and that's to find out what "Kanyamagufa" means. So I tell her. And then she says goodbye. Completely random...Just the weirdest thing.

Oh, and two more things. One, apparently I'm the only person in the AOL world who has "Kanyamagufa" in my profile. Two, I purposely didn't say the meaning of "Kanyamagufa."

Goodnight! Sweet dreams.

I feel like Chicago was sort of a weird movie.

Where is everyone watching the game tomorrow??

Wow, it's hard to type with mittens on...
But I'm doing pretty well. =)
I like cool action movies without much plot where you can just sit and watch them and be like, "Whoa! That was sooo cool!!!"

so im in the kattskils or however youre suposed to spell it....but yeah...im bored....make my life fun!!! i need to study for exams

Don't you hate it when those "assorted chocolate" boxes come with no key??

Grr...

Guess the next person who finds them will be wondering who took all those bites to find out what each one was...

Debra's not trolling. I should've guessed she and Tom are together.

I'm so out of the loop.

Go to yahoo.com and put in "college scholarships" and you'll find 1,200,000 matches. How can I possibly look through all of that?

[edit]

I'm sure I'd qualify for this one (note the dripping sarcasm):

American Young Woman of the Year Program
P.O. Box 2786
Mobile, AL 36652

Majors: All fields of study

Amount: total of $3.5 million

Requirements:
High school seniors. Based on SAT or ACT scores, GPA, transcript, interview, physical fitness, talent, poise, and appearance.

Deadline: Early Autumn

ah, losing 700+ minutes of claptonian goodness in the wink of an eye (but Cream and Derek and the Dominos are still there, interestingly.. damn you, computer.) And I'm not even sure how.
let the mass clapton re-ripping commence. damnit.. this is going to take a while. Being nonsensical rules!
By the way, the quote of the goat needs to be updated.

Okay, okay, I'm done with the depressingness on my life having to do with this blog, because it doesn't help, and you all have been really great with it. But fear not, I'll leave well enough alone and be done with it.

I've heard about sleeping "phases", such as one, two, three, and four. Each depends on how asleep you really are, and what will bring you out of that phase. But now that I think about it, I don't think I've gotten much "phase four" sleep, ever. I mean, for serious. Look at this:

Last night/this morning:
1 hour of phase one, just to get to phase two, three, and four.
About 5 hours of phase four.
My mom wakes me up, enter phase three.
She talks to me, and expects comprehensible answers, enter phase two.
But then she leaves, so phase two stays around for a while. Phase two consists of me having okay speech patterns, but not knowing who or what I'm talking to.
Mom leaves, enter phase three.
Phone rings, but phase three is still present, so I don't remember who or what was on the phone.
Phone rings some more. Same instances as above.
Meds from when my mom was talking to me (phase two also consists of not knowing what goes into your mouth) kick in.

What a night, lol.

So it's nice to get to a point where I can sleep through Mads getting up, posting, and leaving, and have it not considered rude, etc.
And last night was a good time. But now I'm conflicted. Read my blog for more cryptic posting on boys, boys, boys...

I don't believe in fate, but I believe that everything happens for a reason, and that if something happens, it's probably meant to happen.

I'm glad you couldn't make the post dirty, this is a G rated blog. Or PG at worst.

They never rate anything as XX. Do they? There's X rated, and then there's XXX which is also porn. Or am I wrong and severely confused?

I had a dream that I got a 64% on chem. Now, this sounds bad, but with the AP curve that would give me almost a B or so. In my dream, Lampe rounded everyone's grade up enough so that it was a B, which is also equal to a 4.

I'll be lucky if I get a 2.

Speaking of Lampe...what ever happened to him? I feel like he disappeared off the face of the earth.

[edit] YAYY!!! My mom's not making me go to school on Monday!! How do I get out of it, though? Does she have to call to tell them I'm not going? I could've sworn they said you have to have a note, but when would you bring said note in if you're not going to school that day?

::piddlepiddlepiddle::

on Heather's third floor again...except she's asleep and I don't have a Wyn to make my posts VERY dirty. Despite what my sidebar says, all that I talk about are not hot sex and monty. I have variety. I also rant about exams and make weird noises. And some other things too, I just can't remember.

So the anniversary dinner has become a couples' dinner. No biggie...we simply can fill the space we're using anyway. And perhaps eat all the food. And, yes, I'm disclosing this information because someone let on to what we're going to do. (Maggie thinks that someone is her...). Grocery shopping...

And I really want to talk with my sister! I'm sure something happened in the realm of boys (ok, so maybe this is all I'm talking about in this post...but it's more concerned with my sister's love life!) and she wanted to tell me...only she was in the shower when I called. I'm really excited. But then, you think about it...and you realize, wait, she's only 12! She's little! Ew! It's something that's been bothering me lately. I have all of these (what I thought were) romantic memories, and then I look back at how old I was and I realize I was 11, 12, and 13. And I think, I was little! Ew!

i am 20.

20.

do you understand how old that is?

I need to be cryptic...
I'm being bashed in the head by signs. So now is when I believe in fate. (Or something like it).

VICTORY, I TRIUMPH. Boy do I miss that. Wow. Wow.

I've finished Waiting For Godot!! I liked some parts of it, but at others I just wanted them to stop being stupid. Some of the stuff Vladimir said was really cool. I wonder if he got it from Lucky's hat. And yes, I read through Lucky's entire blather. It reminded me of the stream of consciousness things I do. Probably no one else can understand them the way I can. I think what's-his-name who wrote it maybe understood it. Maybe.

Where have all my creative juices gone, long time passing? Where have all my creative juices gone, long time ago. Where have all my creative juices gone? Gone through vaporization, every one. When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Posting from a PC. Not that it matters, but that's for Maggie. So come to think of it, it's astounding how fast either ideas, thoughts, feelings, etc change as fast as the direction of the wind. I don't understand it, honestly. I guess one of the major issues that's been bugging me is that everyone knew what had happened before I even did. That has always been one of the most annoying parts of the entire concept. I want my life to be at least somewhat private, is that so much to ask? I guess so...

Er...yeah...definately obsessing about this girl who Jeff tells me that is useless to do, and to a certain extent I know that's hes right, and then there's always this part of me that doesn't want to believe him. There's that part of my mind that wants to believe.

And then I saw her face...Now I'm a believer.

But am I? Or should this just be given up? I feel like a paradox...mayhaps I am...

do you have any idea how hard it is to read with that pink splooj all over the screen? i hate you, nick.

today my advisor yelled at me for trying to take 5 classes. (i'm on academic probation, and the administration doesn't want me to overexert myself.) then he yelled at me when i tried to audit my 5th class.

i turn 20 in 4 hours. i'm going to go hide under my covers and hope it doesn't happen.

ps - sam burdick, you've still ruined vnv nation for me, and i really won't be happy with you til you somehow resolve that.

Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?

I'm almost done Waiting For Godot. I still have to read Ghosts, though. I'm not sure whether or not I intend on finishing Child of God. Hope everyone's exam went well. I've just been informed that I'm going to dinner at the club. I wish we didn't have to go on a Friday night, but I think bitching about it will earn me negative points, so I'll leave it alone.

I end this post with a fervent neener. :-P

You know what I need? Some Adobe Photoshop! Maybe also some Illustrator. I finally got my CD of the stuff on my SS file from last year, and I'd like to see if my nutritional info thing is on it, because I think I lost all the copies I had of it.

[edit]

My brain just went ::kerplop:: ::splat:: when it fell out of my ears. That was actually a while ago. I think it tried to grow back, but it fell out again.

::dripdripdrip::...that is the sound of my brain, dripping out of my ears

Another thought on Jeff's post: Isn't it weird enough to think that maybe people we don't know are religious as we are in checking the blog? And it's like they're following us along through our lives, but we'll never know it? Is there any way to check how many people look at ths blog?

NOT studying for math...it's not a question of if I know it or not, simply of whether or not I can apply it...and that's probably NOT going to happen...

I hate waking up early when I could be sleeping in. But the idea of that, when I wake up early, I can go and sit in front of my computer and listen to music for a couple hours before I have to do anything is quite comforting.

I think it should do that when you hover over a link.

[edit] Fixed!

jayb06105: sneaky like the neuter forms of the 3rd person personal pronouns?
jayb06105: oh yeah
IHope216: HAHA
IHope216: no
jayb06105: yes ::dismay:

Nick. My box is fabulous. And oh so appropriate.

Let's go mix some sodium and...water?

Um yeah....I don't know about you but I'm not sure I want random people IMing me.

I also don't know why, but today has been a good day FOR TYPING IN CAPS. Probably cause I feel like screaming. Maybe. Sort of.

I organized for spanish and english while watching TV. I still have to organize for physio. Maybe tomorrow, in between reading a play and 1 1/4 books.

I have a rant:
Has anyone seen the show Good Morning Miami? If so, you may have noticed that one of the characters is a nun who works at the television station. What bothers me is that this "nun" is the most crass "nun" I've ever seen or heard of. I don't remember specifics, but they have this lady saying comletely outrageous stuff, all while wearing a habit. You all know I'm not particularly religious, nor am I even of the religion in which nuns are involved. But man, this pisses me off to no end. It's so....blasphemous. Or something. It's completely disrespectful. Although...I do find Dogma to be quite amusing. But...this is tasteless, unfunny "humor". Dogma's humor is funny, and much more well-written. Ok, basta.

On another note...
Alex doesn't blog anymore. ALEX!! YOU DON'T BLOG ANYMORE.

Nick: I like the linker image & the little touch-ups to the info page. :)

Me: "I hope it doesn't snow."
My mom: "It's been snowing for an hour."

Ahh yes, I just got the lecture; fortunately it wasn't a long one. Phew.

Good luck to everyone who has an exam tomorrow. I'll be home. Of course the lovely trade off is that I have to go in next Thursday and take my physio exam at 9. Oh well, I need an off day tomorrow so badly.

I could say that you guys could come over to my house, where there will be some sort of a football watching party, hosted by my brother.

Of course, i won't be there. I won't be watching the game. But you're welcome to hang out with my brother, his friends, and my parents if you want.

Geez, it's raining failures. Can't get much more self-depreciating than that, can ya? It's definitely a great feeling to click on this link and watch blood-red fails pour down your screen.

Like my icon? I made it! After i finally installed Photoshop...

ME. NO STUDYING. TONIGHT. NONE. Organizing maybe. On phone or while watching tv. ME. SLEEP LATE. TOMORROW. LATE = 9:30 instead of 8:15. THEN ME GET UP, STUDY. READ WAITING FOR GODOT AND FINISH CHILD OF GOD.

Yes, I was screaming the part in caps. Sorry guys, that was my moment.

My hand is cold. I'd sit on it to warm it, but then I couldn't type.

I worked out today. I really really really didn't want to, but I did. Ran the shortest mile I've run so far (which was still pretty long, but whatever).

Niiiiiiick, make me a pretty box. ::whines::

[edit]
AND READ GHOSTS.

i love a) having the smallest possible things affect me in the biggest possible way. b) feeling like i'm worthless. c) being cursed from the gods on high. d) being cryptic.

Who's doing stuff this weekend?? I wanna do stuff!
As for exams...French was a joke. Math will be pretty easy, then it'll be the weekend. Yay!

Nick, can I be Keanu? And can it say "Dodge this." Instead of "that"?

Awkward moments, like that one where Katie broke up with Mike (The third time, for everyones information) right outside the Cave?

Weird. Looks like things are going my way. Would you believe it?

Maggie thinks I'm a tyrant...er...right. I don't think she understands that her Mike makes the most pointless and all together inappropriate at the time comments. So I told him to shut-up.

If felt really good. I'm sorry Maggie. I still love you.

one third of my sophomore midterm examination buzzword experience is over.. et sentio magnus! hah. Latin wasn't that impossible too, which is a good thing. It's nice to be more casual about exams instead of "OHMYGODOHMYGODI'MGOINGTOFAIL".. only four more to go. And I think my hardest ones are over with (thankfully). only math, chem, english, and concert choir, all definitely aceable. And I was one of the winners of a poetry contest. So, life is good. Only real work for tonight is to make a note-card, and then a long weekend. sweet.

Posting from art cave...

Wyn: well our french test was a wall banging good time. 2 down 3 to go. thank god math is tomorrow. well the cave now has a no touching policy so this afternoon kinda blows. but ryan is hott. and i have a really hot backseat.

c'est moi: finished french test in 45 minutes, complete with page essay...=) And it's almost Friday! and that thing about the no touching zone...well ironic how wyn wrote it and right now she and ryan are practically making out next to me...and are, yes, entangled in eachother, just like he promised last night. wow, sexual tension. leave room for the holy ghost (which would be Tom...and Nick is Jesus...)

wyn: tom's good... i am supposed to dominate him.... i almost forgot

c'est moi: ryan says "who's Tom? Is that my code name?" nope, sorry Ryan...your code name is "Ahes"

Monty: Ryan's fat... so is jeff

Wyn: god montys butt is sexy... i wish ryan looked more like him... or atleast his butt.... god monty's hott

Ryan: I have no equipment

Monty: No Shit

Wyn: Just his third leg

Ryan: (upon seeing this) Hey! youre fatter than I am!

Green button action.

Does this mean I get pirst fost after the worst exam I've ever taken in my entire life?

I really don't want to say any more about it. Actually, I'll say this: I cried before, during and after. And I still want to cry. Yeah. Good exam. Good day.

Sue: we weren't dancing, we were spinning like electrons. There's a distinct difference.

For lunch Jamie had a scone, a tangerine, and an apple. I couldn't ....oh wow. I just had a brain fart. What was I saying? WHERE AM I AND WHY DID I TAKE AP CHEM? I may have to smack the next person who mistakes me for someone smart.

i don't have class til 11. (i know, i know, no sympathy from you guys on that one.) so my alarm goes of at 10. yet every day since getting back, i've woken up, of my own accord, before 9am. WHY????? why does the universe hate me??? all i want to do is get some sleep.... really... i'm not going for world domination or anything. all i want to do is get a normal 7 hours of sleep!

and then housekeeping comes by with the vaccum at 10.15 anyway. bleah.

IM BACK!!!! hiya, remembered my password so im back in action so to speak....yeah...you guys have fun taking an exam today...ill be sleeping or watching tv or something...

i am here to tell you about madeleine's sexual crunches. they really are quite entertaining. she is whittling her abdomen while looking incredibly alluring. madeleine does this amazing thing where she arches her back and then swings her legs up over her head and rocks forward. she just left the computer room, crunched all of the way into paradise cove and now she's coming (back) again. love, The Dominatrix (or trixie, or just dom...)

Hi all...it's Madeleine and Wyn and Heather too...and Steve (cat Steve, not person). last night was fun- wish everyone could have been with us- some very interesting conversations... "was he hot??... then throw him down and dominate him!!!" yeah you wish you could have been there. Well, that was at breakfast , but other people were getting dominated at night...with fuzzy handcuffs. *jostlejostle* or we were at least fantasizing about people getting dominated. hmmmm... yes, please!

And just so you all know, Wyn flails when she talks to Ryan, legs spread and kicking, up against the wall, moaning and grunting, and saying things like 'Mmmm, Daddy..." and "ooo, you know you want it." And she thinks Monty's and my conversations are interesting because we talk about melanin and basketball (they go together, I swear). Of course, afterwards, I lost my mind and sang opera to Heather while she was online...and I discovered that I can migrate with my crunches from the computer room in the third floor to Paradise Cove.

"pubic hair is so familiar..."

And as Wyn says "domination is key to any good relationship"

And it gets really interesting when we're half asleep, talking about sex, in Alex's room, and Alex walks in on us...and Wyn goes "We're talking about sex! Why are you here?"

To Wyn: RBSurf313: just think in a few hours we will be intangled with one another...in a really BIG backseat

YAY!!!
(see, that's how they talk...)

whipped cream and hand cuffs? well anything edible really... no whips or chains... that's slightly masochistic...

I've been having a dipole moment since last night. I feel like running around and freaking out about this exam until I pass out.

Oh and Sue, you give me wayyyyyy too much credit on the being smart thing. I'm really not. Really. Really not.

We got soo much studying done tonight...
That is, before the boyfriends called...

WHERE IS MY BRAIN?? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY MEMORY?? And don't say it's because I was dropped on my head as a child. I don't even know how to study for this exam.

And I didn't mean to - I SWEAR - but I took the Executor. I had put it in my pocket, and when I got home I realized it was still there.

My brain:

::presses green button::

::bomb exploding::

I feel so ungracious - I left in such a hurry that I didn't say thank you for dinner. Thank you Sue, it was great. I was having a really good time up until my breakdown. I'd also like to give a big THANK YOU to Dave for driving me home.

I am just really nervous for this exam, and I feel like there is nothing I can do that will prepare me for it, aside from figuring out how to pause time and just study for an elapsed week. MAYBE then I'd be slightly prepared.

Bush declares National Sanctity of Human Life Day

Smile; freedom of choice is going, going, gone...

So yeah...my math exam. It wasn't too bad, except for about four problems which I know I got wrong. I'm so not in the mood to go study chem for the rest of the afternoon/night/next morning. I don't think I'll be able to go online tonight, unless it's only for a minute or two because I will have been studying wayyy to much. Habre estudiado. Right Debra?

Good luck on exams everyone. Maybe they'll be cancelled because it's snowing.

Whatever the outcome, always remember:

lim f(x+h) - f(x) / h
h ->0

wooo, i'm a full time student again!!!!! I also have my first class at 11am with a bunch of frat boy jocks. which is what i get for taking Sports in America.

You miss a day of blogging and the entire world goes to pieces.

Can someone remind me about the whole "everybody knows everything" fact? Startling as it may seem, I usually like to have a say in who knows what about me.

Monty said this afternoon that he felt I was being taken advantage of every day because of the role I play in the lab. I think for one day I might keep it locked, eat at CHA, and forget it even exists. Just randomly decide it need not be opened a certain day. That would be interesting.

I feel like a police man. I have to take that stance in the lab, be that person who people listen too. I think that I've actually scared some of the people in there at some points because of what I've either said or made them do. I don't know if I'm being taken advantage of, but I do take pride in the Art Cave. It's a wonderful place. I just want people to know that it doesn't clean itself magically every night, and it doesn't have sound proof walls. During exams I'm going to test the power I have. I have to, and if you feel as though I've acted unfairly to you, I'm sorry, but think about the position I'm put in. The Art Cave will remain under control this week.

Please feel free to stop by.

It's been a long week, and it's only Tuesday. I'm sorry this seems so harsh. Between Dana and Katie, whom I can't make any distinguishing remarks about at this moment, life has transformed into a hell of wonder.

Also, I'd like to say that I cannot stand the CHA freshman class (excepting one, obviously). THEY ARE SOOOO ANNOYING! I may have to personally beat them all up.

I never realize how dependent I am on my compooter, and my ISP, until it stops working. But, I must say, persistance paid off, and I finally got reconnected by trying a couple different dial-up numbers.

I'd like to point out that in Laureli we have yet to do a song in which either Meghan, Caroline, or Adrian doesn't have some sort of solo.

AHH NICK!! The boxes look incredible!!

I've slipped so low as to comtemplate the translation of "one language to rule them all." jussive subjunctive, or pure infinitive? damnit. oh well, maybe this latin high will carry over to my exam on thursday. speaking of exams -- hey, bomo tomorrow. should I take the jeff beers "i'll be fine" approach or the bob dickey "let's start studying over winter break to get every possible advantage whilst simulatenously making love to Sneakers" approach. I'm leaning toward the former, as I haven't fullfilled any of the latter's criteria, although onyx would suffice. but that would be god-awful. Hey, there's my cryptic post for the day, and here's my token punctuation. back to bomo.. i'll be fine.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, I'm calm now.
I might take another bubble bath right before bed...to destress and such...

SMILE!!!!!!!

Jeff doesn't want to smile. He's angry. He needs counselling. Shall we find him a therapist? It can be a group effort!!!!
He's laughing behind me. He actually goes, "Hahaha." It's odd...

Where are you that you are posting right now??

What box? Any particular reason for smileage? Where am I? What's going on?

Thank you for my box! =D
So today was good. Very good! =)
Everybody smile!!!
(This is my new campaign...)

To: Nick
Subject: CSS intro page. And I'm bored, cause you could clearly do this yourself.

A:hover {
font-style : normal;
font-weight : bold;
font-size : 10px;
font-family : Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;
color : #78A9D9;
text-decoration : underline;
cursor : help;

You probably don't need font size or style, maybe not even family...I think you could probably just do text-decoration and it would work. You could do the help cursor, but I don't think you like it.

I'm bored and this computer doesn't have adobe on it, and the retreat sounds sooo loud.

Money money money money....MONEY!! It's now raining money, so if anyone asks you if you think money grows on trees, you can say "no, but I've seen it rain money before."

I got caught for gum today. A first in recent times. I also got my second semester schedule, missing both photo and english class. Man, if I didn't take photo and english next semester I'd have a niiiiice schedule.

If you could be any part in any movie, who would you want to play?

Double frees! And am I studying? noo....I'm instead watching previews for Bruce Almighty for like the 20th time. I want to see that soooo badly. That and Chicago. Soooo badly. Both Heather and my rents say it's just amazing. I need to go this week after exams or something.
I have Chem next. And the Matrix Reloaded. And Pirates of the Carribean. But no matter what scott says, jungle book 2 looks bad.

Another positive thing about today - only gum chewing classes to go =)...and a regular lunch. And voice. tehe.

So a certain someone said they'd wear a really gross outfit to school today and I said I'd wear one too, but someone wussed out. :-P Nerd.

Chem nerd moment: I actually sort of like naming organic compounds. It's fun once you get the hang of it - it's kind of like a puzzle, like a cryptogram, but easier. Cause man, cryptograms are hard.

Studying is such a bust. I started to retake math tests and look up things I didn't know, but now here I am, blogging. My computer needs a restraining order against me.

I'm smiling =)...I haven't stopped for about a month.

Are you all smiling??
You better be.

Exams.
Bleh.
Yeah.
Bleh.
But we can all smile anyway!

My dad's comment at dinner was by far the best in a while:
"So natalie, do you think you'll get your graduate degree right after you graduate college or will you work for a bit and then get it?"
[He says, in all seriousness]

My response was a "you've definitely boggled my mind this time" look, complete with the furrowed brows and drop jaw stare.

My brother leaned over to me and whispered, "Just say Yes dad, whatever you say."

So i got up and left the table.

ah history. thou art as beautiful as the rain forest, yet as deadly as the tiger within. as endless as the ocean, yet as sharp and precise as the tooth of the great white shark that prowls its depths. simple, yet complex. fried; just like my brain after studying.

Why are our comments being such poos?

When I'm driving, and this especially happens at night, when I'm by myself, I start to think what's to prevent me from going over the double yellow line and crashing? What's preventing someone else from crossing the double yellow and crashing into me? This happens a lot when I'm coming home from working out, for some reason. Now, don't think these are suicidal thoughts; they're not. I'm more terrified than anything else. I think it's because of my grandmother's accident...things that I wouldn't generally even consider about driving start to pop into my head and swim around. No me gusta.

Also: This may be a man's world, but toilet seats should still be left down!!

On a not wholely unconnected (disconncted..whatever...) note, I went to work out today. Nothing too exciting on the cardio front, but I did my weights increased (like I did last time, which was almost a week ago), and a small load of crunches. So what about the toilet seat thing? I went into the bathroom twice while I was there and found the seat up. Needless to say, I put it down. WHY CAN'T GUYS LEARN?? I think there should be some sort of toilet beast that bites the guys when they don't put the seat down. Or something.

Must go to dinner now. Din din din.

Qua qua qua qua qua. Oh Lucky, you nonsensical fool.

Hey Nick...Jamie asked if he could be invited, so I invited him. Can you make him an icon?

In case everyone hasn't figured out, you can view this blog from the SS tech lab because it's at comcast.net!

It is sort of funny when you're sitting in the CHA computer lab and it's raining "boobs" and you're like...I hope no one sees this.

::Smash, crash, bash, bang::

::Smacks Tom over the head and drags him to lunch::

Yeah. It hit me yesterday that exams start on Wednesday. I studied with Rachel for chem, but haven't started studying for math. Eddie tried to ask me a question about it today (a big mistake on his part), and I had no idea what to do. I'm also not organized, and I should probably be working on that now. I sort of feel that the 10 minutes between chambers and english (because he let us out early) isn't enough time to start trying to organize. I need to finish Child of God and read Ghosts. Maybe on Friday when I don't have school because I have to come in on the make up day to take my physio exam at 9!! BOOOOOO. Pbbbth.

In chambers we argued about the "Blue notes" and "Melody girls" and when they should have performed.

Eddie asked me if I'd go to a Valentine's Day dance. I don't know, but I have a good shirt for it. I hope we get a jeans cut. Ok, time for english.

[edit] LOOK! IT'S SNOWING BOOBS!!!!! RUN FOR COVER...or don't if you're a guy.

exams seem a little less daunting today...even though they are only getting closer...and closer...
they would seem a lot less daunting if my 22 page history outline would print! damn macs!! (sorry mags =)
and even less daunting if i had a break for a normal lunch. but no...doc sal's study hal. at least it's not libersat.
i do get to sleep in on those days........

Wow.


Ummm...
Shit...
Brain fart.
I've gotta stop having those while I'm posting...

ack! I haven't blogged in too long! It's not like there are things to keep me away from blogging...at least during the day. The last few days I have lived in my jimjams =) ahh...I'm almost back into the swing of winter break. I feel like this week was just a weird one and we still really don't have school. But not really, because today, although still in my jimjams, I have been organizing and attempting to condense info into outline form to make studying easier. bullshit. My history outline is 22 pages long. Fuck it all.

well last night was really fun. I actually watched football...well, actually, the tv was on and I heard it. Well, actually I heard Maggie being bitter. So actually, I saw the score...and the last half hour. But it was still really fun =) Ryan and Wyn have the oddest conversations (but then you think about who they are and you aren't suprised)...and they take up too much room on my couch...and they take over my playroom, forcing me into the bathroom. ooo, shadiness. lol.

Maggie: "If Mike was here, at least I'd find a DARK corner."

well, my brain is nearly fried from studying for exams. curse that moyer-wilcox combo. its like starting off a boxing match being hit with a solid right cross and then a left uppercut. hopefully, I won't get KOed.

I thought the concert was really good. of course, gotta love the carmina. and our boys to men deal... ah, so nice, so nice.

well I don't have to much to say. will this be a recurring theme for my community blog posts? let us hope not. ah "let"... first person plural jussive subjunctive. but wait. it's negative. so its "ne credamus." somebody shoot me.

GO EAGLES!!! I watched the game last night after the Titans game, and it was amazing. I sat and poked at a salad and ate some pizza, no drinking, i dont drink and blog.....Anyhow, i was thinking that I really like vegetarian lasagna, and you know, I'd die to have a good recipe... *hint hint* Sue. To clear things up, i DID NOT get a bar through my nasal cartilage, its in my upper ear cartilage fun fun...
My dad told me i got inot Drexel, apparently I am supposed to be supprized about this, considering he works there and all..Water is boiling, tea time!!!!!!!!

Rick Recht = Rock God

I have a similar story to Rachel's.
It goes like this:
It was near the end of the night. I found myself on a pool table, nearly asleep. Kat was across the room. And then, sprinkled here and there...and everywhere, couples. Oh joy.
Bleh.
But the concert was fabulous, and the after-concert was fabulous as well (outside of the coupleness).
And I'm really kind of giddy right now...

I walked into the auditorium tonight and said "Fuck."

Where the hell did such a big audience come from?? The Eagles are on, remember?? Go watch football!!!!

No such luck. I ended our Hilltones' pieces with almost my entire body shaking.

I think I'm not going to think about how amazing and incredible A Capella Fest will be this year because I don't think I've actually realized I'm in it. Wow...

Okay, so everyone ignore my last few posts, apparently you can see my icon. PURPLE SNOWFLAKES!!!

my name is N A T A L I A.....and im tall

Okay, so for everyone who forgot, im that girl from New Year's that doesnt go to school with any of you guys. I know i havent posted for a few days, but ive been busy. I got my cartilage pierced with a huge bar through it, looks pretty phatt..hahah. Anyhow, I would like to know why I no longer have an icon, someone please help me out with that.

That whole constructive thing, I dunno if it really works out for me in the long run, I mean, it's great to say and everything, but it's 10:45, and I'm still basking in the glory of my powerbook, which simply means I'm posting from my bed. I take it for granted, but it might be one of the best things in the world, surfing the net from your very own bed.

The concert tonight...Ahh, yes, I always get really incredibly nervous without any real explination. I just do...Maybe it's the crowd? I don't really know.

My mother makes the greatest hot chocolate in the World. She puts coffee ice cream in it too...Oh my god, it's so amazing.

Halo last night. One of the coolest games I've ever played. Can't wait till it comes out on the Mac.

I'm determined to actually do something constructive today. enter bomo.

Is anyone else not really nervous about the concert tonight?

edit: the thing that I am scared about is my history exam. dear god.

I HAVE GLITTENS

I'm proud to say I've sort of mastered the hex code for color. Yeah...I'm a geek, I suppose.

It's simple: the first two are red, the next two are green, the last two are blue. 0 means no color, f means full color. That's why 000000 is black and ffffff is white. It goes from f-a and then from 9-0. I didn't explain that very well, though.

Who wants to help my buy new guitar strings? Mine suck...when the guy fixed my guitar he replaced mine with stinky ones.

[edit] AHHH!! I'm playing it and the bottom string is buzzing like crazy, and there is a very tiny piece of coiled metal making yet another faint buzzing noise. I need new strings a.s.a.p.!

I think i pulled a muscle in my big toe from skating.

OW.

I'm HUNGRY!!!!!!!!
Let's whine!
Or not...
I have a hot date tonight!
Unless I get stood up...
Hmmm...
Bleh...
I'm bored...
Maybe I'll go wander...

Well, today was good. Except for the latin test, but hey - it's latin. what can you do?

I liked concert choir today. It is fun, especially when you get it right. I think that the concert will go well if concert choir and chambers can fuse together to form one entity of amazingness. Granted that probably won't happen, but it is fun to imagine. There are other fun things to imagine doing, but I'll stop being bitter. Woo.

gonna rip cds now. eric clapton, you are an amazing man.

I am at school. I want to go home. My back sort of hurts, but today wasn't too bad. Lampe actually let us out of chem early, and it was sort of fun today, due to the fact that we did minimal work. Ok...I'm gonna go now.

Well, I just bombed a math graded item. Stupid "increasing" and "decreasing." It's a problem when you mix them up.

I have free next, so I'm going down to SS to try to get 40 seconds of my dance coreographed.

:-/

Why do I always get Mmm Bop stuck in my head when I read this blog?

I.am.HYPER.like.crraaaazyyyyyy.
I.think.it's.because.I.took.a.nap.and.because.I.had.some.swedish.fish.
and.if.my.back.didn't.hurt.I'd.probably.go.run.around.
Maybe.I'll.work.on.my.dance!

Hyper hyper hyper. um....

I finished webass! 29/29 thanks to Faiza who helped me with (read: told me the answer to) number 10.

Here's a poll.....finish this phrase:

Happiness is...

Oh Admins, it's not the holiday season anymore. You should change the little thingy(yes, that IS the technical term) that says it's the holiday version of chorts 'n snorts...

heaven is dave matthews and tim reynolds, jamming live at luther college. The ants are matching in, and Dave and Tim are determined to spread the word... soulfully focused, they create an endless symphony of acoustic guitar. a wispy murmur flows from beyond, like the ghost of Tom Joad, compelling these Homer-esque bards to tell one more tale before the night closes. dave strikes up his voice, like the rosy fingers of dawn. its like he's striking a match, igniting powder kegs of musical precence. a strange silence fills the collegiate stage, like god is telling moses about the ten commandments.. except this ain't history folks, it's the real world. this is dave. this is tim. they're musical gods. come, baste yourselves in their aura and sacrifice yourselves to these two, lords of the dancing guitar. and the worshippers respond.. quickly their symphony is combined with the rhythmic pulse of a legion of fans, all in rapt attendance, as if witnessing the transcending to heaven. musical heaven! and as the song ends, steve returns to reality.

hell is a latin test tomorrow.

::Emits a fervent GRRRRR::

::Makes a face::

UGHHHHHH!!!

I can't really say any more than that. Sorry to be cryptic, but we have to play nice on here. Czar says so.

::Bows down::

:-P

Hello. I'm Steve, a random sophomore who likes to discuss the meaning of life over breakfast with Jeff...

i don't have much in the way of grand invitations.. but i am in concert choir and i like carmina burana. why? well, i like sounding like an orc from helm's deep marching on the Gate along with fifty thousand other members of my savage and vile band... bred to pillage and rid the world of Men (daugherty introduced this amazing concept to me). that is why i like carmina burana. very savage. very "I AM STEVE... BOW DOWN TO ME OR I WILL EAT YOUR CHILDREN"-sounding. it is hard to muffle the "must sound cultured" impulses, but it works.

i submitted some good songs to woehr the other day, and had an asskicking coaching today. hopefully he will find it in his good graces to enlighten concert choir with some sweet musical sound. okay, maybe i just want a baritone solo. but hey.

i take a lot of good subjects. the best of them is undoubtedly latin. my, that class is amazing. it is oh so very good. well, it's either that or mindnumbingly hard, either one. in fact i should be studying for a latin test right now, but instead i am making my grand invitation which isn't very grand. such is life.

the small things in life are so sweet. like toffee, stuck and tongue-tied.. or hooking up the ipod to a pair of 10year old computer speakers and having 600 songs at my command. ramblings sweet too.

I dare say that the most annoying online IM experiences revolve around the girls I know who use "valley-girl" grammer in their IM's!

How many other people are worried about the actual performance of Carmina Burana and the whole combination of Concert Choirt and Chambers?

Weird, my last to posts weren't actually mine...

But enough of this gibberish! A great moment in math class yesterday, but still worth the recap:

Mr. Coopersmith: "You guys know what an urban legend is?"
Sam Greenwood: "I am an urban legend."

I have a new cell phone!!
It's 'cuz Rachel ran over my old one. Hehe...
Not intentionally, of course.

Mmmbop...
Doowap...
Mmmbop...
Dumdumdumdum ye-ee-yea-eh...
You know you're singing along in your head. ; )

procrastination....I should be at least organizing for exams...notice the SHOULD.

Poll: If I had to sum up my day with one word, I would say....

My answer: OW!!

"I wanna post as Tillman!!!"

I'm such a bad person!

-Tillman (Wafna, Ooo, Schving, Hoo-wa and the rest)

Hi to all, posting to you from The Treehouse's tech center (once again)...have you ever wanted to be on some radio show or something? Wouldn't that be fun? I feel like I'd scare away all my listeners though. Now to watch "How to make an Anerican Quilt" in life issues. Oh joy, oh rapture, oh ecstasy. It wouldn't be so bad if they weren't making me watch it. I don't like doing things when I have to...however, if you don't tell me to, I probably would on my own accord. Notice how well my punctuation is. Notice how I capitalize. And I don't even think about it anymore, it just happens...look what you did to me!

I've got the munchies.

Straight from the board of Vic (My History teacher)! Quote of the day!

Today's Quote: Sooner or later, masturbators lose.

Yes, that was on Vic Taylor's blackboard today in class. It is brilliant. Insightful. Mesmorizing even...

Ahoy, new bloggers! Welcome to our minds, and beware! For once you have decided to make the journey in, you will never return to the known World the same.

"O Fortuna..." ::And from the back row, Nick, Eddie, and Tillman all go, "Wafna! oO! Sh-ving! Hoo-wah!" complete with hip-thrusts::

Pirst?

I really ought to go to bed. My paper's almost done, though! Just have to write half a body paragraph and a conclusion!!

YAY I DID IT!

Look look! It's Orly on some random site! And a girl named Deb!

The czar must approve of new bloggers, because invited them. I approve too, like it matters.

Gone fishing?

I'll be blunt, as usual: [Some of] You guys need to stop fishing for compliments. And don't say that you aren't, that you're just venting and expressing all the angst in your soul about how no one loves you or notices you or comments on your posts, because that's a lie. Or you're blind and therefore ignorant.

I love all of you. Except when you announce how worthless you are. So stop doing it!

Or disregard me completely, that works too.

YAY! I'm beatboxing for Mmm Bop. I think it sounds pretty good, and I figured it out allll by myself! :-D

Eeyore summed it up pretty well when he said "Thanks fer noticin' me."

Hey Tilly...I think I'm invisible too. Maybe we can be invisible together.

What time does next period start? I'm in some sort of odd bubble where time doesn't exist and everything smells like onion.

Lunch! Except it's late lunch, meaning I'm alone...with the exception of greg and scott. I hate study halls with Libersat, and I hate how B Week late lunches mean I don't get to see people...almost any people...like not just pluralizing one person. During late lunches, I mostly blog, read email, play mindless games, and steal honey mustard from the cafeteria. I have one from yesterday and I stole 2 more. =). I wouldn't steal them if the grocery stores had them...but they don't, so I'm forced to go to drastic measures. Pete came in now...and he's talking about who knows what, but whoever he's talking about apparently looks like a "burn victim" but "not the swamp thing." hmmm....::monchmonchmonch::

Hmm. Study-hall first period, and I did all my homework. I dunno about this whole chambers thing, which suddenly seems as though, "Sure, it's great, and it's really something to be proud of, but you don't actually want to do anything more than say, 'Look! I'm in chambers!'".

It's the whole matter of not really knowing what we sound like. It's so hard to get even a remote feel for what we sound like, because when you're actually singing, everything about the sound you make changes, self-consciousness, for one. Maybe we should seriously consider making a tape of our stuff so we can say "Yeah! We sound good!" I mean, thats the best way to be confident, to know you do something well...

PIRST FOST OF DAY!

LAMPE MOVED WEBASS BACK TILL FRIDAY!!! YAYYYY!!!!!!!!!

This means I can probably go to the Laureli rehersal. Oh God, I'm sure I'll have a blast.

"Who knows? Could be.
It's only just out of reach
Down a block,
On a beach,
If I can wait.
The air is humming
And something great is coming.
Who knows? Could be."

Holy eff...I'm getting all crazy and philosophical on my english paper (he didn't ask for it today!!! This is a good thing, because it wasn't done). I'm actually more productive on papers when I write things out by hand, as opposed to staring at the screen, seeing who's online, talking to people online, etc. Gee.

Natalie said I don't smell.

I suppose i could just beg for comments. I was trying to be slightly more tactful than that. I just feel unloved when every single post by me has zero (ocassionally one) comment. Whatever. I don't care. I'm getting REALLY pissy...it's sort of growing exponentially and I don't know why. Scratch that. I know why. It's cause I haven't had enough sleep, I worked out and am tired from that, and had this Reese's tree thing for dessert, along with a small cinnamon bun, which was clearly too much and now I'm cranky and feel like yelling or going to sleep or crying or SOMETHING.

Deb - maybe if you just plead for comments, you'll get them. Too bad I have nothing cryptic to say. There isn't too much hidden, or anything I don't want to share and is pressing on my mind. Life, outside of school, is wonderful. Life, in school, is shit. C'est le merde de ma vie. I'm really sure most of you can figure that one out...and if not, learn how to curse in french. It's a wonderful thing. I feel like cursing at french. Or rather, at english because we have to OVER analyze the stupid book and all I want to do is to hit it with a wooden shovel. And then kick it. And then take a baseball bat to it and reenact the copier scene from "Office Space."

Here's something sad: I hate chambers. I hate it the most when we split up; I should probably say I hate Laureli, because chambers isn't too bad. I don't mind Carmina. But I reeeeeeeeally don't like Laureli.

I also hate math.

And english. I hope autobiography is better than my class now. I hope I don't have to write an actual book, but I somehow feel that I do.

And I can't wait for photo!!

I know I make things difficult...for some reason I just can't accept some things...those things being Laureli & some stuff it entails. But I'm not like that with every class. Take chem, for example. That class is a rediculous amount of work, but I do it and I deal with it. Maybe that's cause I like Lampe better than Daugherty.

Why does math always seem to be at least two hours long? And why did Coop let Julia have an apple, which counts as food, sitting there on her desk, but he wouldn't let me wear my hat?

Every time I think I have it figured out - how people get sooo many comments on a single post - it goes and changes on me! Now it's something cryptic, something sad, or a poll (although the poll thing was obvious).

Poll: Who reads the comics?

I worked out today! FINALLY!!!

I have a feeling my posting is going to center more around the school day now, or at least happen more often during the school day. Even though at home, I should technically be doing homework...the phone also happens to be in my room, and it's just so inviting...so much more than exam review. Or even memorizing polyatomic ions (I know, it's pretty close, though). Second day of school. 3 days left in the week. I know I always count down, but this time it's to the weekend, so I guess you can't really get mad at me. If I was counting down to the concert...now that's a different story. Or to exams...do so, and die.

Yay Nick! Thank you for changing the snowflakes!

I have 1 1/2 pages. 1 1/2 (at least) more to go. If: not done by 1 a.m. then: going to bed and: handing in late.

It's funny how when I have a paper to write, I have 500 other things I'd rather be doing, and I do them all in order to put off the dreadful act of writing an essay. Blogging is one of the 500 other things. So, here I am wasting time.

If I were you than you'd be me and I'd be you!

Robotics is awesome! I have to build and animate a virtual version of our robot for the competition. I don't know what programs I need or will be requested to use though...Nick? You're thinking CAD, but I have little or no experience in that!

And then you feel as though you see everyone, and they never see you back. Like in Harry Potter when he uses his father's Invisibility Cloak. I see everyone, but they don't see me, but I'm not sure if it's by choice, or not. Maybe I don't really exist in the world. Maybe...maybe I'm an Invisible Man? Maybe...

Today I went from having a chem test and a physio test on Friday, to having a physio test some time far away in the second semester and a chem test on Friday, to having a physio test some time far away in the second semester and a chem test on Monday (so no tests on Friday), to having a physio test some time far away in the second semester and a chem test on Monday and a math test on Friday.

::Twirls finger::

Ahh well. I'd rather have a math test than a chem and/or physio test.