Monday, February 6, 2006

Time management is a wonderful thing.
Except for the part where it takes up all of your time.

It is just the weirdest thing. I spend all of my time doing work and then vegging to recover, and then I've got to do work again, so I have to veg again, and in the end, I've watched more Buffy and Gilmore Girls than is probably healthy, but I am also done with my lab report.

Whatever. I'm knitting a pink and black scarf, which looks a heck of a lot more violently vibrant now than when I planned it.

It's all pretty scary.

Also, did you know that 90% of Americans eat chocolate almost everyday?

I went, "Hey, I don't!" and then I realized, I do! I had just finished a chocolate chip waffle and I eat cookies with chips and sometimes ice cream and all of this chocolate is sneaking into my food and I don't know where it's all coming from!
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Saturday, January 7, 2006

Don't do it Dally! Johnny loves you! He wouldn't want you to do it!
Okay, this is just one of those things that I think everyone needs to do.

Watch The Outsiders.

I don't mean watch it in school in eight grade, when you are 14 and spend it giggling at Pony's peroxide blonde hair and trying to find Tom Cruise.

Actually watch it.

I didn't watch it for real until yesterday, except in bits and pieces because my sister and her friends are all Hinton junkies who obsessively watch all the movies made of her books (ie, every movie Matt Dillon ever made).

Just watch it once, for real. (But watch Gone With the Wind first, if you haven't, which you should.)
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Thursday, December 29, 2005

*boom*
Home Alone 2 (most of it)
Legally Blonde (almost all of it)
Christmas Story (2+ times)
The Natural (the whole thing)
Emma (fought, but got the whole thing in)
Legally Blonde 2 (sadly, all of it)
Monty Python's Flying Circus (3+ hours)

The Adventures of Huck Finn (page 36)

Someone's getting it all done.

Well, 60% of the English grade is in the form of a pretty shoddy paper on the short stories of Fitzgerald, and I have a test on Huck Finn on Tuesday.

I really should have already read that, though, since I have work, the band semi, Christmas with my mom's family, a sleepover on New Years where I get to meet my friend's boyfriend, and maybe a youth group meeting still to go.

Blagh.

You know what were the 2 nicest things about the break so far?

One was playing Balderdash from 6 until midnight with the cousins, and the other was going to LaSallette Shine to see the Christmas display and discussing the worst prom dates one could possibly have with the people who were my closest friends for years until high school.

Excuse me, but Cinderella Man just won out over poor Huck again.
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

"A Little Less Personal: Cooked"
I haven't put anything up since Thanksgiving???

Well, I know more about Mr. F. Scott Fitzgerald.

And I hate him.
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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

It's kinda freakish ...
... but sitting here this afternoon, knowing I had 4 and a half days off, I could not think of single thing to do.

So, I wound up wandering about the house, helping people with whatever and watching whatever I could find on TV.

The lady on The Weakest Link is still scary, even now.
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Monday, November 21, 2005

Actually ...
I have nothing to say, as I spent my day blowing my nose and watching TV.

Except that I should really go and actually read the 60 pages covered on tomorrow's history test.
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Sunday, November 20, 2005

Circle of Life.
One of my fish is a) bloated and very sick or b) rather pregnant.

I really need to find out how reproduction works on this kind of fish so I can figure out what to do.

Because you wouldn't think so, but there are like a thousand ways for fish to have babies.

In the meantime, I have to keep going upstairs and, in a none-too-pleasant variation on evacuating fish stuck in rock, detach this bloated fish from the filter, remove it from where it is stuck behind the filter tube, pull up whatever rock it got stuck under, and just check on it in general to make sure it hasn't found anything dumber to do.

Because as I think I've explored, fish are really dumb animals.

Really dumb.
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Thursday, November 10, 2005

Contreversy
So, out new principal, who comes from a sketchy school, has taken to looking for people who go to myspace and post pics of eachother, talk about drugs, or say nasty things about teachers, then yelling at them.

Which is causing a huge thing.

I mean, we're keeping it secret that my English class now has a livejournal community to keep oursleves up on all the AP goodness.

I mean, okay, a confession to drugs, fine. Go scream at them. But my history teacher hands out his address to us. I could put someone's address in my AIM profile or on a website I paid for. I could do any of that kind of stuff.

And there was another contreversy earlier too, when the yearbook wanted to have anyone with a website of their photos just give them the address, but that got vetoed because there was issue of pictures of other people submitted without permmission at all.

Which sounded dumb at the time, but now makes sense. Like, I know this Muslim kid whose parents don't know he's dating a Russian Orthodox girl. So one of her friends has a site, submits it, and it's got a picture of them together, the yearbook guys think it's cute, his parents see it, and now he's in trouble. If her friend had been pulling out pictures, she'd know and not submit it.

Which I guess just means that in the end, the school is going to ban us from the internet.

Excuse me while I remove my high school's name from my myspave blog.
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Monday, November 7, 2005

So, I've just been at Staples making 43 pages of photo copies out of F. Scott Fitzgerald: The Short Stories
Yes, 43 photo copies, of 86 pages of the book, which is only 4 stories.

Everyone in my class is like, "Oh, I read a whole bunch of his stuff!" And I'm like, "How long are your stories?" "About 10 pages, max."

Mine are between 18 and 30 pages each, and I kid you not.

Oh well, at least they're readable and are about fun stuff like finanacial ruin, drinking yourself blind, and deaths in the family.
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Sunday, November 6, 2005

Wild tea party.
Not that I watch Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends.

And what the heck is with the guys at Foster's having The Proud Family on their TV? It seems like that'd be something Cartoon Network wouldn't do. I mean, shouldn't they be watching Ed, Edd, and Eddy or something? If it's got to be mindless, it should at least not be something from Disney Channel.

I'm only looking out for the network, here.

It's bloody stupid, by the way. Okay, so me with my 3.95 GPA and not much else not making NHS is one thing. But my friend who has the grades, several clubs, both Boy and Girl Scouts, a major church thing, and a job, as well as probably some stuff I'm forgetting, didn't.

Honestly? I think if they community you're involved with isn't the school, I don't think they care.

And the thing that kinda irks me is, I've maintained a 3.95 GPA, am enrolled in three AP courses, am part of a church group, have an afterschool job, and have been hanging onto a place in symphony band by my teeth and without a whole lot of musical talent for 3 years, and not even my friends can appreciate all the work that goes into doing all that and still keeping that GPA.

I love how a lot of people think that some people just have the grades naturally, and think it's funny when smart kids slip up or just don't get smart kids frustrated. It takes work, and it takes effort, and it takes time, and because that's not work, effort, and time spent on something bringing the school or whatever the particular organization is immediate recognition or glory, nobody gives a damn. Years from now, the lasting thing is who succeeded in life, not who was the MVP at a local jazzfest or was part of the first football team not to blow it. And I'm clearly going to succeed because I spend my time working for that stupid GPA rather than charing dances for leadership points, and no one cares.

So, in conclusion, when I get to school tomorrow, if I find out that our drug-dealing, pot-smoking vice president got into NHS, I can't express the frustration I'll be feeling for the next week.
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