Because I'm lame, and also sort of found this amusing, and don't want to post it on FB because I don't have 25 friends I want to tag. Also, I had to use iTunes, which I basically haven't messed with since the end of freshman year, so it was a fail and yet...
1. IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY? In the Jungle
2. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF? Macarena
3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? Ghostbusters
4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? Nemo
5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE? Against All Odds
6. WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO? Beware
7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? Diamond Dogs
8. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? Dance With the Angels
9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? Rock Around the Clock
10. WHAT IS 2 + 2? For Real
11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? Lithium
12. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? Feel My Soul
13. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? Skull and Crossbones
14. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Lady Marmalade
15. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? A Little Bit of Love (Goes a Long, Long Way)
16. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? Ding Dong
17. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? di Capua: O Sole Mio
18. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? Son of Man
19. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? Miss Murder
20. WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW? Shikdum (Remix)
21. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? Only Love
22. WHAT WILL YOUR CHILD'S FIRST WORD(S) BE? Knowing Me, Knowing You
23. WHAT DO YOU SAY WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR? Butterfly
24. WHAT DID YOU SAY IN YOUR SLEEP LAST NIGHT? Scarborough Fair
25. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS? Down Under
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Peter Pan had the right idea
I bought a T-shirt of win today. And by win I mean UTTER AND COMPLETE NERDINESS (on the scale of that one photo I may have purchased in Monterey instead of buying myself a proper souvenir). I also finished a couple of good books, checked out a truckload more from the library, and possibly nearly ran over my riding instructor as I was backing up. It has been a productive few days.
I've also been on Youtube far more than necessary, but I'll probably start doing actual work tomorrow because I've got a billion and one things I'm supposed to get done this break (notice I didn't say need). The key difference there is that the things I'm supposed to do don't get done, while the things I need to do....sometimes get done? The probability for them is higher, anyways.
Also on the topic of probability I almost sort of understand math class although at this point that doesn't mean much, given I'm not sure Kruges understands math class. And the musical was pretty awesome and an epic fail all at once, but I came away very much entertained, which was the point. School in general was not failing as much as it could have, though no doubt that will change in the next few weeks as the history department goes evil.
I'd sort of like to not have to deal with school for a while, but the really sad part is this: this is my last break until summer, because going on an outdoor trip does not count as "break". In fact, it may even be worse than school. I may just have issues, or it may be that people from Seattle are nuts and generally it is not considered fun to go to the bathroom through your clothes, even if you ARE submerged in running water. Either way, outdoor trip=week of pain.
God, also I just realized that there is one very large reason why being a teacher wouldn't suck: SUMMER BREAK. I sort of want it now, because I've really only got this summer and maybe next before I'll have to start working summers. Or rather, working summers at an actual, regular, paid job. THE HORROR.
....Growing up sucks.
I've also been on Youtube far more than necessary, but I'll probably start doing actual work tomorrow because I've got a billion and one things I'm supposed to get done this break (notice I didn't say need). The key difference there is that the things I'm supposed to do don't get done, while the things I need to do....sometimes get done? The probability for them is higher, anyways.
Also on the topic of probability I almost sort of understand math class although at this point that doesn't mean much, given I'm not sure Kruges understands math class. And the musical was pretty awesome and an epic fail all at once, but I came away very much entertained, which was the point. School in general was not failing as much as it could have, though no doubt that will change in the next few weeks as the history department goes evil.
I'd sort of like to not have to deal with school for a while, but the really sad part is this: this is my last break until summer, because going on an outdoor trip does not count as "break". In fact, it may even be worse than school. I may just have issues, or it may be that people from Seattle are nuts and generally it is not considered fun to go to the bathroom through your clothes, even if you ARE submerged in running water. Either way, outdoor trip=week of pain.
God, also I just realized that there is one very large reason why being a teacher wouldn't suck: SUMMER BREAK. I sort of want it now, because I've really only got this summer and maybe next before I'll have to start working summers. Or rather, working summers at an actual, regular, paid job. THE HORROR.
....Growing up sucks.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Epic mope without the mope
A run of good luck and very little homework has cured me for the most part of my mopes. I know you all are wiping tears of joy from your eyes.
I was discussion pretentious writing with a friend today--he said, quite accurately, that using complex words when there is a perfectly normal synonym to do the job is what makes a sentence pretentious. I wholeheartedly agree--though of course there are a few exceptions. Tempest instead of storm is understandable. Pulchritudinous (WTF) instead of beautiful is just plain stupid.
I am reading a book by a guy named Peter S. Beagle, ten brownie points with awesome sauce on top if you know what he wrote WITHOUT Wiki-ing it. Not that I don't love Wiki. But all the more awesome sauce to you if you DO know it. Anyways, it's a spectacular book despite the title, and I thought of it now because he writes in the most gorgeous language ever. It's a lost art, for the most part--the telling of a good, entertaining fantasy story without having to sacrifice the sentences that make a reader pause and go "Holy damn, that was amazing." I know I am a wordnerd for stuff like this, but honestly there is nothing I love more than a truly well-written book, and I've found one after a very long time. The problem with most books that use elegant language now is that they are also full of symbolism and are interpreted in English classes and are generally ruined by that most sacred of institutions, school. And they have given up plot and originality so they can be "meaningful". I have very strong opinions on books like these, and these opinions often involve lots of swearing and the words "MOST BORING THING EVER". As far as I'm concerned, messages are meant to be stated outright, and there is a very big difference between books that are supposed to make a point and books that fulfill the purpose of being ENTERTAINMENT. Seems like we're losing the latter because now everyone and their tapeworm has a point to make (including me, it seems) and nobody wants to write just to make people happy anymore. This is depressing.
My goodness. Just after I promised no more ranting...there I go again. My apologies.
Anyways, as a solution to this, I've started my own novel! Again! This is probably the seventh or eighth or ten billionth one, but who cares? I'm actually working on this one a little bit each day, so even if I'm not exactly moving at NaNoWriMo pace, I'm not going to abandon it because of stupid writer's block. I give writer's block the finger.
This novel is of the cheese, but it too plays a part in getting rid of the mopes. A lot of things made of cheese will do that. Like Bollywood. Or Kenneth Branagh (who is also made of awesome). And SLEEP. Which I should get.
Ha.
I was discussion pretentious writing with a friend today--he said, quite accurately, that using complex words when there is a perfectly normal synonym to do the job is what makes a sentence pretentious. I wholeheartedly agree--though of course there are a few exceptions. Tempest instead of storm is understandable. Pulchritudinous (WTF) instead of beautiful is just plain stupid.
I am reading a book by a guy named Peter S. Beagle, ten brownie points with awesome sauce on top if you know what he wrote WITHOUT Wiki-ing it. Not that I don't love Wiki. But all the more awesome sauce to you if you DO know it. Anyways, it's a spectacular book despite the title, and I thought of it now because he writes in the most gorgeous language ever. It's a lost art, for the most part--the telling of a good, entertaining fantasy story without having to sacrifice the sentences that make a reader pause and go "Holy damn, that was amazing." I know I am a wordnerd for stuff like this, but honestly there is nothing I love more than a truly well-written book, and I've found one after a very long time. The problem with most books that use elegant language now is that they are also full of symbolism and are interpreted in English classes and are generally ruined by that most sacred of institutions, school. And they have given up plot and originality so they can be "meaningful". I have very strong opinions on books like these, and these opinions often involve lots of swearing and the words "MOST BORING THING EVER". As far as I'm concerned, messages are meant to be stated outright, and there is a very big difference between books that are supposed to make a point and books that fulfill the purpose of being ENTERTAINMENT. Seems like we're losing the latter because now everyone and their tapeworm has a point to make (including me, it seems) and nobody wants to write just to make people happy anymore. This is depressing.
My goodness. Just after I promised no more ranting...there I go again. My apologies.
Anyways, as a solution to this, I've started my own novel! Again! This is probably the seventh or eighth or ten billionth one, but who cares? I'm actually working on this one a little bit each day, so even if I'm not exactly moving at NaNoWriMo pace, I'm not going to abandon it because of stupid writer's block. I give writer's block the finger.
This novel is of the cheese, but it too plays a part in getting rid of the mopes. A lot of things made of cheese will do that. Like Bollywood. Or Kenneth Branagh (who is also made of awesome). And SLEEP. Which I should get.
Ha.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Lumps and bumps and mopes
In this world nothing is certain except death and taxes.
-Benjamin Franklin
Quite true, old chap.
My life has been touched by cancer four times since I came to Lakeside, and I find myself unable to cope. I am lucky--not one of those times has been within my own family--but then, at the same time, I have no excuse to feel so terribly depressed over it. Pity, sympathy, even sadness--all are understandable responses. I seem, however, to go over the top (as always) and get overly emotional.
Which sort of goes back to the whole offering-sympathy thing I was talking about a while ago. Because I feel guilty feeling bad when I know that the people who love the sick person most are feeling ten times worse than I am, and I ought to be supporting them--but it's easier to just feel my own sadness instead of trying to help ease theirs.
So, okay. I pose a question to you few, you proud, you who have probably stopped reading the mopefest by this point. How do you deal with other people's sadness? And do you have any tips on what to say to someone who's got family or friends with a major illness?
Yes, I'm being kind of whiny. Yes, I should get over myself. Yes, just because I have a blog I'm going to indulge myself completely because that is the point of a blog.
-Benjamin Franklin
Quite true, old chap.
My life has been touched by cancer four times since I came to Lakeside, and I find myself unable to cope. I am lucky--not one of those times has been within my own family--but then, at the same time, I have no excuse to feel so terribly depressed over it. Pity, sympathy, even sadness--all are understandable responses. I seem, however, to go over the top (as always) and get overly emotional.
Which sort of goes back to the whole offering-sympathy thing I was talking about a while ago. Because I feel guilty feeling bad when I know that the people who love the sick person most are feeling ten times worse than I am, and I ought to be supporting them--but it's easier to just feel my own sadness instead of trying to help ease theirs.
So, okay. I pose a question to you few, you proud, you who have probably stopped reading the mopefest by this point. How do you deal with other people's sadness? And do you have any tips on what to say to someone who's got family or friends with a major illness?
Yes, I'm being kind of whiny. Yes, I should get over myself. Yes, just because I have a blog I'm going to indulge myself completely because that is the point of a blog.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
It's the month of love...
...and yet I'm feeling the hate. Why?
Well, there are two main reasons. One is trite but somewhat understandable, the other is just stupid. I'll leave you to decide which is which.
Reason one: I'm sick. The runny-nose, fatigue, hacking coughs, waking up at five in the morning because the stupid NyQuil stopped working kind of sick. And it's been cold outside, so when I've gone to the stables I've basically turned into Rudolph, but with more ick and less holiday cheer. It's unpleasant.
Reason two: This one sort of needs a bit of an explanation. Once a year, I turn into something worse than Mick Jagger's skin-tight leathers. I turn into a football fan.
On Superbowl Sunday, it doesn't matter that I don't know diddly about football--it doesn't matter that this is literally THE only football game I watch all season. I turn into a raving, jumping, screaming lunatic for several hours. I'm not sure why, it just happens--in the same way that I turn into a soccer fan when the World Cup final rolls around (and I actually hate soccer even more than I hate football, because at least nobody's ever tried to make me PLAY football).
But basically, this Superbowl PISSED ME OFF. Ever since a few years ago, when our own dear (or not so dear) Seahawks made it to the Superbowl and got cheated by those ridiculously biased refs, I've held a grudge against those refs--and against the Steelers. Who made it again this year, and who VERY NEARLY LOST IN THE FINAL QUARTER.
And granted, the reason they didn't lose is because apparently, the Cardinals can't play defense for shit (actually, their offense wasn't too great either), but that is not good enough. KARMA HAS FAILED ME. I am not pleased. Also the halftime show was stupid and I wound up not watching it and instead doing Chem homework. Very disappointing, Superbowl.
Which actually fits in perfectly with the rest of the year. February has some major work to do before it can turn things around.
Well, there are two main reasons. One is trite but somewhat understandable, the other is just stupid. I'll leave you to decide which is which.
Reason one: I'm sick. The runny-nose, fatigue, hacking coughs, waking up at five in the morning because the stupid NyQuil stopped working kind of sick. And it's been cold outside, so when I've gone to the stables I've basically turned into Rudolph, but with more ick and less holiday cheer. It's unpleasant.
Reason two: This one sort of needs a bit of an explanation. Once a year, I turn into something worse than Mick Jagger's skin-tight leathers. I turn into a football fan.
On Superbowl Sunday, it doesn't matter that I don't know diddly about football--it doesn't matter that this is literally THE only football game I watch all season. I turn into a raving, jumping, screaming lunatic for several hours. I'm not sure why, it just happens--in the same way that I turn into a soccer fan when the World Cup final rolls around (and I actually hate soccer even more than I hate football, because at least nobody's ever tried to make me PLAY football).
But basically, this Superbowl PISSED ME OFF. Ever since a few years ago, when our own dear (or not so dear) Seahawks made it to the Superbowl and got cheated by those ridiculously biased refs, I've held a grudge against those refs--and against the Steelers. Who made it again this year, and who VERY NEARLY LOST IN THE FINAL QUARTER.
And granted, the reason they didn't lose is because apparently, the Cardinals can't play defense for shit (actually, their offense wasn't too great either), but that is not good enough. KARMA HAS FAILED ME. I am not pleased. Also the halftime show was stupid and I wound up not watching it and instead doing Chem homework. Very disappointing, Superbowl.
Which actually fits in perfectly with the rest of the year. February has some major work to do before it can turn things around.
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