Life: sort of sucks right now, but IT COULD ALWAYS BE WORSE. I am expecting giant fireball-comet-aliens any day now.
Love: exists only for Arthurian legend, Youtube, my dog, and Derk. And possibly my friends, though stupid Facebook has eaten all their brains.
Derk: is possibly the cutest platydragon (platydrapus? dragopus? dragypugon?) I've ever seen. I am eternally envious of hir stunning good looks and ability to balance on two legs, a tail, and a flipper.
And some other stuff, obviously of less consequence:
1) I am super excited to see the musical, because I used to watch Thoroughly Modern Millie a lot when I was younger and it was one of my favorite things ever. And okay, even if they're not doing the Tapioca number, I'm STILL excited.
2) Cutest 10th grade couple=Treeboy and Tree=OTP FOREVER.
3) Mail Jug told us today how awesome he thought we were (exact words: "This class was a ball!") and I was both happy and sad. I am going to miss Ancient Med like a thousand suns or like Ari when she goes off to college.
4) Bad, foreign music videos are almost as awesome as parodies of those music videos where they sing about what's actually happening in the video. This leads to gems like this. And I know nobody ever clicks links off of blogger, but pretend I'm talking to you on Gtalk or Facebook or your drug of choice and I'm making you click it, okay?
5) It has only just struck me that when I go off to college and have to act normally (aka I can't write "slug aphrodisiac" on other people's papers) I will wind up finding other outlets to express that craziness. Expect me to send you all videos of karaoke bars. I promise I will not be drunk.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Boom-dee-a-da
I love when the written lyrics for a song include either: "Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da." or "da da da (da da da) da da da (da da da) da da da dum da da dum da da dum da da da da da da da da (da da da) da da da (da da da) da da da dum da da dum da da dum da da". It just. It looks so stupid, and yet.
Also--why are the Boom-dee-a-das capitalized, but da da das aren't? A question to bring up in Intro to Philosophy, no doubt.
And we've had assigned, proper, real math homework for the first time in MONTHS. Sort of. Assigning it over email is still better than no assignment, I guess. At the same time, it's a little late because the wheels of fate and parental intervention have been set in motion.
Apparently, even when white people try and be conscientious about race, they screw it up by focusing on what being white has done to cause racial tension instead of looking at the, and I quote, "critical and very powerful roles people of color play in coaltions and struggles for justice and equality".
Gag me with a spoon. What we're clearly supposed to take away from American Cultural Studies is that if you're white, you're guilty. Of everything. Even when you have good intentions, you will be racist. ALWAYS. And of course this logic is not flawed at all because we are enlightened, politically correct beings who understand that so long as your skin color is darker than that of the average redneck Arkansas hick, you can do no wrong. I'll let you all ponder that for a minute.
I realize that though I love psychology and can't think of another field that is both financially appealing (aka NOT acting, riding, etc.) and something I'd enjoy--I am terrible at comforting people. I never know what to say, and it's always really awkward, and nobody winds up feeling any better. In fact, more often than not it seems the Mope Total goes up instead of down after I try and offer some kind words.
Basically, I'm DOOMED. But I don't have any other choices right now. So I'm doomed.
That is all.
Also--why are the Boom-dee-a-das capitalized, but da da das aren't? A question to bring up in Intro to Philosophy, no doubt.
And we've had assigned, proper, real math homework for the first time in MONTHS. Sort of. Assigning it over email is still better than no assignment, I guess. At the same time, it's a little late because the wheels of fate and parental intervention have been set in motion.
Apparently, even when white people try and be conscientious about race, they screw it up by focusing on what being white has done to cause racial tension instead of looking at the, and I quote, "critical and very powerful roles people of color play in coaltions and struggles for justice and equality".
Gag me with a spoon. What we're clearly supposed to take away from American Cultural Studies is that if you're white, you're guilty. Of everything. Even when you have good intentions, you will be racist. ALWAYS. And of course this logic is not flawed at all because we are enlightened, politically correct beings who understand that so long as your skin color is darker than that of the average redneck Arkansas hick, you can do no wrong. I'll let you all ponder that for a minute.
I realize that though I love psychology and can't think of another field that is both financially appealing (aka NOT acting, riding, etc.) and something I'd enjoy--I am terrible at comforting people. I never know what to say, and it's always really awkward, and nobody winds up feeling any better. In fact, more often than not it seems the Mope Total goes up instead of down after I try and offer some kind words.
Basically, I'm DOOMED. But I don't have any other choices right now. So I'm doomed.
That is all.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Two sides of the same coin
I've realized something amazing. Even if I do badly in Intensive Precal, so long as I keep my other grades up, it can't sabotage me so badly that I won't get into a school with a good psychology program--even if that school is UW. And better still, I can try my hardest during my first four years of college, get good grades, be successful, and then apply to my dream college for graduate school--and NOT get screwed over by a pathetic excuse for a math teacher. Stanford may be a stretch, but I'm not going to let myself think that my whole future is ruined because of one stupid high school precalculus class. In fact, for what I want to do with my life, I will need calculus exactly 0% of the time.
Hallelujah.
In other news, I love finding that people actually write well outside the few LJ authors I stalk. It gives me hope for humanity. I also love old British men who make funny faces on national TV. And I love people who spend their time screencapping old British men making funny faces on national TV, because then I can save said screencaps and worship them forever. I'm also starting a new Tale of Epic (this is probably my ten billionth attempt) which will no doubt soon be discontinued, but for now I'm having fun writing, reading, watching, and generally enjoying all forms of Arthurian-esque legend. Actually, Arthurian legend is one of my favorites. Probably because it is basically a lot like every fantasy epic I've ever loved. It may not be deep, meaningful stuff, but it sure is fun.
Though no doubt I should stop having fun and get back to the dreary task of studying for the upcoming Chemistry test. Which I DO need to do well on. Drat.
Hallelujah.
In other news, I love finding that people actually write well outside the few LJ authors I stalk. It gives me hope for humanity. I also love old British men who make funny faces on national TV. And I love people who spend their time screencapping old British men making funny faces on national TV, because then I can save said screencaps and worship them forever. I'm also starting a new Tale of Epic (this is probably my ten billionth attempt) which will no doubt soon be discontinued, but for now I'm having fun writing, reading, watching, and generally enjoying all forms of Arthurian-esque legend. Actually, Arthurian legend is one of my favorites. Probably because it is basically a lot like every fantasy epic I've ever loved. It may not be deep, meaningful stuff, but it sure is fun.
Though no doubt I should stop having fun and get back to the dreary task of studying for the upcoming Chemistry test. Which I DO need to do well on. Drat.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
A post-script, of sorts
I cannot even express how happy it makes me to have fallen in love with something again. I've missed being able to grin like an idiot and just feel so overwhelmingly gleeful, even in the face of something as horrendous as the upcoming few days.
Stop! He has right of way!
Two things have brightened my day.
Number one comes in parts. First is that among the internet crowd I sort of stalk on LJ, the BBC is known as the Beeb. I have no words for this.
Second is that the BBC has decided to totally and completely pander to the crowds of nerdy fandom-whores (read: people like me) and create a show known as Merlin. Which involves British accents, dragons, swords, British accents, tweedy British men, tons of subtext, cute British men, and a whole whopping BARREL of DESTINY. It's like the baby I never had but would totally adopt. Oh yes, and did I mention that Merlin is a snarky, skinny little wiseass and Arthur is an arrogant, swaggering prat and they are MEANT TO BE TOGETHER AND IT'S TOTALLY CANON, OKAY.
Um.
So clearly I get a bit carried away sometimes, especially when it comes to fandom, and this is a badly-hidden side that I tend to keep hidden except not so much anymore because I must share my love for Merlin with the world.
But that's not the only thing that's made me happy. I also realized today that if ever I have major issues with math, I can go to my dad and he can take about 30 seconds to explain basic integrals in a way that I UNDERSTAND. Kruges has spent at least a few periods on integrals, and I haven't gotten anything from it. So this is a little surreal. But awesome.
As a little sidenote to this, I think I'm going to take Statistics next year, which is not only easy but will probably give me a head start in college. And maybe even make me like math again. Intensive Precal just happens to be an epic failure.
Number one comes in parts. First is that among the internet crowd I sort of stalk on LJ, the BBC is known as the Beeb. I have no words for this.
Second is that the BBC has decided to totally and completely pander to the crowds of nerdy fandom-whores (read: people like me) and create a show known as Merlin. Which involves British accents, dragons, swords, British accents, tweedy British men, tons of subtext, cute British men, and a whole whopping BARREL of DESTINY. It's like the baby I never had but would totally adopt. Oh yes, and did I mention that Merlin is a snarky, skinny little wiseass and Arthur is an arrogant, swaggering prat and they are MEANT TO BE TOGETHER AND IT'S TOTALLY CANON, OKAY.
Um.
So clearly I get a bit carried away sometimes, especially when it comes to fandom, and this is a badly-hidden side that I tend to keep hidden except not so much anymore because I must share my love for Merlin with the world.
But that's not the only thing that's made me happy. I also realized today that if ever I have major issues with math, I can go to my dad and he can take about 30 seconds to explain basic integrals in a way that I UNDERSTAND. Kruges has spent at least a few periods on integrals, and I haven't gotten anything from it. So this is a little surreal. But awesome.
As a little sidenote to this, I think I'm going to take Statistics next year, which is not only easy but will probably give me a head start in college. And maybe even make me like math again. Intensive Precal just happens to be an epic failure.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Morning after
I've done my obligatory 8 Days of Happiness; but I'm not done posting! I'll still be totally incoherent, never fear. But now....finally....I get to COMPLAIN.
Firstly, that lovely feeling from eating so much chocolate has worn off....and now I just feel fat.
And lazy. Unfortunately, I got guilt-tripped into babysitting for a new family tonight; they have a 7-year-old girl and twin boys, age 6.
I am so excited that I'm considering digging myself a snow cave and hibernating for a few weeks.
Speaking of snow, why the hell hasn't it gone away yet? I thought I was going to DIE today, because my mom decided to drive our family friend's minivan to piano class even though a) she hasn't driven a minivan in YEARS; b) she's never driven THIS van ever; c) the roads were a nasty mix of snow, ice, and slush; d) she's not a fabulous driver to begin with. Not that she'll ever admit to that last one, but I know the truth.
Long story short: We got stuck in the slush. Multiple times. IN OUR OWN GODDAMN DRIVEWAY.
But, I got a fatty ball--bigger than my head--of soft yarn from my piano teacher, and we spent a good fifteen minutes discussing knitting. It was fun. This yarn will probably become Gradation Scarf, but I am looking forward to transportation attempts given the sheer mass of it.
I have, for now, come to terms with the fact that my parents will never ever trust my friends, girls and guys both, to not be giant raging hormones. There may be more on this later, because no doubt I will find this practice grossly unfair in the future. For now, it's a convenient excuse when I don't want to be anything other than a hermit.
Being a hermit, as I have rediscovered this break, rocks.
I am looking forward to Monday and Tuesday, because I am seeing outside-of-school friends. I am also looking forward to New Year's Eve, because for the first time in AGES we're not going to Family A's house for their fatty party with nobody my age, where I habitually spend several hours on their couch with my laptop/iPod/book not moving. Instead we're going to Family B's house, and not only do I like these people better, but it'll be just us and them.
Learning this was the highlight of my holidays.
Also, I hit one week of hermit-hood two days ago.....I'm not sure whether I blame my somewhat-existent reader friends for not organizing things, or if I thank my somewhat-existent reader friends for not organizing things. Either way, hermit-hood will be broken soon enough.
And while I'm on the subject, may as well comment on how weird I find it that people mind when we're "anti-social"...yet when we're together at school, our idea of being social is for all of us to have our laptops out with various games/puzzles/crosswords running.
....
So being a hermit and being with the group both involve nearly identical amounts of socializing. Who'd have thought.
Firstly, that lovely feeling from eating so much chocolate has worn off....and now I just feel fat.
And lazy. Unfortunately, I got guilt-tripped into babysitting for a new family tonight; they have a 7-year-old girl and twin boys, age 6.
I am so excited that I'm considering digging myself a snow cave and hibernating for a few weeks.
Speaking of snow, why the hell hasn't it gone away yet? I thought I was going to DIE today, because my mom decided to drive our family friend's minivan to piano class even though a) she hasn't driven a minivan in YEARS; b) she's never driven THIS van ever; c) the roads were a nasty mix of snow, ice, and slush; d) she's not a fabulous driver to begin with. Not that she'll ever admit to that last one, but I know the truth.
Long story short: We got stuck in the slush. Multiple times. IN OUR OWN GODDAMN DRIVEWAY.
But, I got a fatty ball--bigger than my head--of soft yarn from my piano teacher, and we spent a good fifteen minutes discussing knitting. It was fun. This yarn will probably become Gradation Scarf, but I am looking forward to transportation attempts given the sheer mass of it.
I have, for now, come to terms with the fact that my parents will never ever trust my friends, girls and guys both, to not be giant raging hormones. There may be more on this later, because no doubt I will find this practice grossly unfair in the future. For now, it's a convenient excuse when I don't want to be anything other than a hermit.
Being a hermit, as I have rediscovered this break, rocks.
I am looking forward to Monday and Tuesday, because I am seeing outside-of-school friends. I am also looking forward to New Year's Eve, because for the first time in AGES we're not going to Family A's house for their fatty party with nobody my age, where I habitually spend several hours on their couch with my laptop/iPod/book not moving. Instead we're going to Family B's house, and not only do I like these people better, but it'll be just us and them.
Learning this was the highlight of my holidays.
Also, I hit one week of hermit-hood two days ago.....I'm not sure whether I blame my somewhat-existent reader friends for not organizing things, or if I thank my somewhat-existent reader friends for not organizing things. Either way, hermit-hood will be broken soon enough.
And while I'm on the subject, may as well comment on how weird I find it that people mind when we're "anti-social"...yet when we're together at school, our idea of being social is for all of us to have our laptops out with various games/puzzles/crosswords running.
....
So being a hermit and being with the group both involve nearly identical amounts of socializing. Who'd have thought.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
As X-mas approaches...
So I got last minute gifts for parents and Sister. Mostly chocolate. Which the rents were there to pick out for themselves. But whatever. Obligations fulfilled!
Grandrents are here! Safe arrival, no flight delays, nothing.
Day of birth approaches!
Someone actually named their child Basil Wolverton. And wasn't a celebrity. Win.
I've realized the bulk of college letters (or okay, a lot of them if not the majority) are repeats and therefore can get chucked automatically. This lightens my load considerably, and the less I have to read about how "If you're unique/smart/magical/a unicorn, then ______ College is for you!!", the better.
I lost internet for a while today, and I actually sat down with a proper book that I enjoyed and it was so much fun. Apparently not being attached at the hip to my computer can be a good thing.
BASIL WOLVERTON.
This man was apparently the colleague of someone who went by "Big Daddy Roth" in professional circles. Those cartoonists. What total nutjobs.
I'm getting a DVD I have wanted for a very long time off Amazon for Christmas, and when the order was in I did the Dance of Awesome Nerds. I looked like a fool.
My mom bought herself a bundt pan because it was on sale. And now it's underneath the tree.
IT RAINED. NOT SNOW, RAIN. SEATTLE IS BACK!!!
Grandrents are here! Safe arrival, no flight delays, nothing.
Day of birth approaches!
Someone actually named their child Basil Wolverton. And wasn't a celebrity. Win.
I've realized the bulk of college letters (or okay, a lot of them if not the majority) are repeats and therefore can get chucked automatically. This lightens my load considerably, and the less I have to read about how "If you're unique/smart/magical/a unicorn, then ______ College is for you!!", the better.
I lost internet for a while today, and I actually sat down with a proper book that I enjoyed and it was so much fun. Apparently not being attached at the hip to my computer can be a good thing.
BASIL WOLVERTON.
This man was apparently the colleague of someone who went by "Big Daddy Roth" in professional circles. Those cartoonists. What total nutjobs.
I'm getting a DVD I have wanted for a very long time off Amazon for Christmas, and when the order was in I did the Dance of Awesome Nerds. I looked like a fool.
My mom bought herself a bundt pan because it was on sale. And now it's underneath the tree.
IT RAINED. NOT SNOW, RAIN. SEATTLE IS BACK!!!
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