Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Existentialism on Prom Night.
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Leaful- A dork I am not.

Haha, jk. Yes I am.

Roxie- Like I said, I can't understand that entire thing. It's just not my style to spend that much on a home for a nice "area". I'd probably homeschool or private school my children anyway, you know?

Irish- Gardens and kids= great mix.

Ladder climbers? lol. I suppose I'm not one of them?

Take the rabbit, pet the rabbit, love the rabbit.

Theme song of this post: I'm Popular by Nada Surf.

Well my SAT scores came in. Results:

Total score = 1630.

Reading- 660. 90th percentile.

Math- 420. 19th percentile.

Writing- 550.

The percentiles are based on fellow SAT takers so, like in reading, I got a better score than 90 percent of the test takers. Another thing to remember is that the SAT was changed from last year so I don't think I can compare my score with any of my older friends who have taken it already. Tch.

My essay got 9/10 possible points, lol. I'm not sure why, it was kind of an incoherent ramble- very similar to some of my philosophic blog posts, actually. As for math, well- I've never really studied math seriously. I fucking hate the subject. It's kind of sad that 19 percent of the test takers sucked more than I did when I never really paid much attention to the subject. *sweatdrops* My mom and I laughed our butts off about the score I got in math, heh. I think I did okay- most people seem to have aimed for a score of 1500. Other awkward thing: I literally didn't study for this test [part of the reason I had a nervous breakdown]. I'm feeling kind of weird about the whole thing, you know? On the 29th apparently there will be an expanded report on my scores and they will put my essay for me to see online, lol. I'll talk about it to you guys then. But uh, as I understand it, I think I didn't totally bomb so. Celebration time, yeah?

Anyway, some more pictures for you guys. I went to the McNay around a week ago and my mom played photographer [much to my annoyance]. I'm gonna leave them in thumbnail form since alot of them are fucking huge. So, here we go:



The McNay has a very nice koi pond on it's grounds. It's quite beautiful and has a variety of life in it- turtles, fish, little tadpoles, etc. The man with me is my pops, the grandpapa who adopted me so many years ago. Yes, he's somewhat stoic. Yes, he usually poses like that in pictures.



The McNay also has a pretty nice fountain [as you can see]. It's not the greatest fountain but, for an art museum, it's pretty nifty. Me and my dad once again, him looking boring as ever [lol].



Me sitting in some grass. My mom insisted that I sit upon this grass for some reason- we bickered a bit about it until I finally gave in. Great, neh?



Me sitting on a little island within the koi pond. There was some bickering prior to this picture as well, lol.



M: Stand on the rock with light on it!
K: .. this one?
M: No no, the other one.
K: .... this one?
M: Yes! Good. ^_^
K: .. there's a plant in the way.
M: That doesn't matter! Look as serious as you possibly can.

K: Heh?

M: Just do it.
K: You got it. *super serious face*

*later on, when they are looking at the pictures*

M: Whoa! You look like you're about to kill someone!
K: You told me to look serious!
M: You did it a little too well~
K: ...



I was really agitated about this. Everybody IRL knows that I really fucking hate this piece of "art" because it's just a giant orange piece of shit. My mom adores it apparently and I was forced to pose next to it. She wanted me to, and I quote, "raise my arms out like I'm flying."

Good times.



Not much to tell. That's the McNay Art Museum in the background. Neat, huh?



MORE BENCH? I BELIEVE SO.



I'm sitting next to a naked lady. Why? Well, you know. I'm pimpin' 24/7.

Or not.

All in all it was a great trip. I could dig up some more pictures of my rents but, really, who wants to see those?

<_<

Famine pulse.

Ja ne.

P.S. Learn some shit!

P.P.S. I plan to see Jarhead the day it opens. This movie looks so good.

P.P.P.S. What a day.
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