Monday, May 16, 2005

Here he comes ... to save the day!
I read in a newspaper a while back that the reason shows like CSI are so popular is that we, as humans, like seeing good-looking, intelligent people quickly solving crimes and saving other people. It's a comfort to us.

I'm thinking, this isn't new at all. I'm just coming onto the (yeah, don't hate me) traditional American comics scene, and hasn't that been what's made them so popular over the years? I mean, would we care as much about our traditional heroes if they weren't saving normal people, for the most part?

I think that's a big part of my attraction to manga to begin with. They're constantly saving the world.

Though how it gets into so much peril, I shall never know.
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SOAP - to be used in conjuction with water at least once daily, use extra when needed
So ... I'm on the bus today, and I need a seat, so I tell one of those seventh graders who still thinks he's wicked cool because he's on the high school bus to move in. He does, because I am a threatening person. I don't know why, but for some reason, I come off that way.

Anyway, the punk in front of him is there, "Haha! You have to sit next to her! She smells funny!"

All I could think to myself was, "It's soap, you moron. I use it, you don't, that's why it seems funny to you ..."

And it took a lot of effort not to say it.

I can take solace in that, I will be a senior by the time they are freshmen, so I will never have to see them at school.
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Sunday, May 15, 2005

"You were meant to wear shirts like a delicate sandal."

I wish I could explain what the heck that means, but if you know how Tea's mind works, let me know.

Apparently, that's her way of telling me that she looks better in grungy t-shirts. While this is true, how this relates to a sandal is beyond me.

So ... this week, I have not been here. That is because I spent my life making a timeline of events that caused WWII relating to German, Italian, and Japanese agression, and the Spanish Civil War. Then, I collected a lot of info, lost it all, tracked it down again, did the timeline, got to class and realized that no one got as intense as I did, and felt very stupid.

Also, I had to make an audition tape for a summer band program at a local college. It may be one of my crappier auditions, but I have a feeling that at a tiny college where my lessons teacher works, I have a good shot.

I audition horribly. But they will remember my audition tape. Why? I bet no other person put on a recording of "If I Were a Rich Man" on their tape.

Who's winning at life now?

I have finally done it. I have acquired a M*A*S*H t-shirt. I am quite proud of myself. I got it at Target, and it is the only thing I have gotten there in months, with the exception of Twelve Angry Men, which is one of my favorite movies, go watch it. I had thought I would never find clothing there again, but there it was!

My sister almost bought herself a t-shirt featuring Bob Ross and his fantastic afro in velour. But she didn't. Too bad, since that would have been wicked quality.
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Monday, May 9, 2005

"Learn that someone who makes no effort to be part of your life, it isn't worth your time, and no one deserves to hold a place in your heart if you do not hold a place in theirs."
I found that in someone I know's away message, and it kind of made me sad. It feels like everyone I really loved as recently as a couple of years ago has drifted like that.

I'm wondering, what's going to happen in July? In July, my friend in Minnesota will be visiting, and she'll take a day of her trip to the Cape to sleep over one our places. She's done it twice now, but even up to last year, the four of us over here used to talk maybe once a week, so it wasn't awkward to act like we were as close as we'd been for her benefit.

Now, I think I'd feel funny. I mean, I talk to two of these girls maybe once a month, and we live in town and go to the same school. I've talked to my friend in Minnesota more in the last year than these two combined.

I almost wish I could tell her that we're not close anymore, that we grew apart, but that'd be lots of fun, because it would just make her feel awkward about being there with all of us.

I don't know. It confuses me. Even people I've gotten close to recently feel like they're drifting.
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Sunday, May 8, 2005

HOW TO WIN POOL WITHOUT PLAYING:
1) Tell the hapless children playing that you want to get four points for every ball that enters the pocket nearest you. Children agree.

2) Tell them you want two points for every scratch that occurs at this pocket. They again, allow this.

3) Declare the value for balls leaving the table one point. Children concur.

4) Win this game by getting to twenty-one before any player/team wins twenty-one games.

5) Laugh as they, who did not question your rules, debate the rules for where one can put the cue ball after scratching amongst themselves.
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*whack* *whack* *whack* (the sound of a head hitting a wall rather rhythmically)
Holidays ... ugh ...

My mom gets all crazy on holidays. Nothing's right, everyone's incompetant, and it really doesn't matter that you're being quiet as you terrorize eachother, the fact that you're not being silent is an issue.

So ... today, as we wait outside the restaurant for a table, my sister is whining incessantly about the dim smell of a cigarette receptacle outside the door. She wants to go back to the car, can she go outside, etc, etc. It goes on and on and ticks Mom off. We get in, and she wants to go home, but she needs to eat because she's diabetic. She's yelling at my brother because he is goodnaturedly poking my sister and me, though neither of us is bothered. Then her eggs are frigid, her pancakes have an apple compote, not apples baked in, the waitress has disappeared. Then my sister tries to apologize for freaking out about the smoke. So she starts on that again.

We get home, and I hide to do homework, help wrap a present for Memere, and meanwhile, my sibs are recleaning stuff because Mom is freaking out, and Dad is hiding in the basement, much like I was doing ...

Once we ate lunch though, things were more normal, thank God.

We had relations over forever. They were here for five hours, during which, I ate four brownies, a slice of ice cream cake, a slice of cheescake, six strawberries, and five grapes. Then I got a headache.

And you know? Mom was still rather irritable all day. Even though we gave her Lenten roses and promised to plant them for her.

And just think of what goes on on Thanksgiving, the most cooking/cleaning-parent-tasking holiday out there.
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Tuesday, May 3, 2005

Today, I love the Lovin' Spoonful.
Did I ever mention that my teacher who rejected those proposals for my science ecoproject rejected my new proposal too?

She consulted with me because I looked "disappointed." No kidding. She just turned down 2 projects that all the bio teachers my dad works with thought were good topics.

When she started talking, I realized something that truly deepened my respect for this woman. She only read the first two sentences of my proposal.

She starts telling me that it's not an ecological issue and that I may truly have a passion for microbiology, but she can't let me do this, so I asked her, "What about the topic of the debates between the ranchers and Montana with the National Park over the murdering of bison to prevent the spread of a disease that bison can't even spread to cows is not an ecological issue?"

Only now does she say, "Oh! Well, that's a perfectly fine topic!"

Which tells me that she only read my introductary sentence explaining what the disease does to cows.

But I digress. A friend invited me to a folk festival in a couple of months, and I'm already psyched, and I talked to my friend in MN, and she's coming out this summer, and I'm finally caught up watching almost all of my TV shows on tape!

Now, all I have to do is get an audition tape ready for a summer band program, and I'll be feeling wonderful!
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Monday, May 2, 2005

Driving myself and everyone around me crazy ...
I may seriously have a weird semi-psychological problem.

See, when my sister auditioned for my band director, he asked her if she's anything like me. She said no, and he said, good, because she never looks at you when you're talking to her.

And I started to notice. I seriously make consistent eye contact with about 7 or 8 people I know, semi-consistent with about 10 more people, and almost none with the rest of the population.

I've also realized something else when I tried to remedy this: making eye contact freaks me out.

Good thing none of you noticed, huh?
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Sunday, May 1, 2005

So ... super fun band fundraising 20 minutes away, an anime convention an hour away, and I am within minutes of both and at neither.
The most awesomely fun of all band fundraisers, the bottle and can drive, when you get together four kids and a chaperone and go door to door for bottles and cans to trade in for the refund, and it's wicked awesomely fun.

I was at work, within two minutes by car, ten walking.

Then, there was the Anime Boston convention as well, and where was I on my not working day of the weekend?

I was at a funeral in Melrose, for a great uncle. listening to my uncle explain more than I ever cared to know about Smallville, which I don't know if I can watch anymore. In case your sense of direction is as bad as mine, Melrose is distressingly close to Boston for someone who wants to be at the convention.

So, that's my depression.

But, in all this fun, I did watch House of Flying Daggers. And it brought up lots of intellectual questions for me. The most important of which was, DID ANYONE ELSE THINK THAT THE GUY WHO PLAYED JIN NOT ONLY LOOKED LIKE, BUT ACTED LIKE ORLANDO BLOOM?

If you didn't see it, go watch it again. Especially the part where Jin and Mei are hiding from assorted armies.
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Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Forgive if I'm not my happy self ...
I asked my bio teacher (who I dislike more today than usual) a week and a half ago if our "ecoproject" had to be on an issue. She said no. So I proposed a project on the organisms in a hot spring.

Today, she tells me she thinks that my project doesn't relate to an ecological issue. No kidding. She told me it didn't have to.

So, joy of joys, I'm finding myself a new topic. Because my teacher is an idiot.

Because quite frankly, when all you get to tell you what your topic should be is the letters "eco," you'd think it'd be broad. Especially when she tells you it isn't limited to issues.

Lucky for me, I now know how to spell "brucellosis."
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