Sunday, March 7, 2004

Why???
Why did I sign up for strings if I cannot stand the class, cannot hold the violin properly, and can barely even play a G natural?! Dah.

Anyway, I watched Whale Rider and Matchstick Men yesterday, and I must say, I was impressed. Though the latter was rather (extremely) predictable, it was still quite good. I guess I would have been more amused by the whole OCD bit if I hadn't been twitching and wondering if the front door was locked, and if any one had remembered to close all the doors upstairs._ _U Yay.
It occurs to me that the girl in Whale Rider, Pai, looks and acts just like my younger sister. O.o We-rid.

My computer is so messed up...it wont let me use three of my gigabytes for whatever reason...damn, I have to finish updating the operating system. So I can reinstall it and risk deformatting my system. Joy.

Oh well, it's not like I'll ever get around to that, anyway.

Currently listening to:Funny Bunny, The Pillows
Had for breakfast:"Oat" pancakes. O.o
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Friday, March 5, 2004

   *head a splode*
This is sick. There is no way a game should be this stressful.
Just sitting, listening to people scream at each other (though they mostly scream at me) about such vapid, meaningless things drives me crazy. Then, they get mad when you tell them that no, they cannot follow through with these vapid, meaningless things.
For any one involved in an RPG: you will never be able to comprehend the kind of crap your Dungeon Master (or like persona) has to put up with constantly. Next time you exchange words with them, thank them for not shoving the dice down the campaigners' throats and taking all of her/his books with her/him as s/he leaves. Aiya.

At least our drama assembly this morning went seamlessly--I don't think any one noticed I screwed up my lines. Not as bad as last time: I accidentally reversed the scenes' order, but my group's resourcefulness enabled us to just...do the damn thing.

It's funny: I have nothing to be stressed or worried about, but I feel like I've been run over by a train several times in one day.

Dah. Or maybe it's just the PMS talking.
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Wednesday, March 3, 2004

   Chilly-cheese dogs and the joys of wasting paper.
As my long string of incoherant posts have reflected in a vague fashion, the faculty of the school I attend has undergone a massive shift. Okay, so it hasn't really been a shift: it's been a poof. By this, I mean that it has gone POOF! and changed. Almost suddenly.
Maybe a third of the teachers have retired, resigned or simply switched schools for no apparent reason, aside from one of their being sick. This has created a great deal of upset among us pupils, as the replacement teachers are less than what we would have expected from their predecessors on a bad day. However, I think it was the change in principal that really did my respect for my school in.
Recently, the office decided it would be an effective waste of their money to hire a singer to come and rap at us about black history month. Alright, so it was by no means rap: it was some sad individual's attempt to be Michael Jackson, Justin Timberlake, and a small, furry animal, all at the same time. The result? Well, let's leave it at he started singing to one of my friends about how he[my friend] was somebody. And "his beautiful girl". This assembly came without warning, and left the school more-or-less in a state of shock. My former music teacher would have been disgusted.

Two of the windows in our foyer were entirely covered by advertisements for a "multicultural show" that took place this evening. I did not attend--I refuse to support such a thoughtless waste of paper.

Now, on to the really scary stuff...

In family studies class, I presume the teacher thinks herself very child-savvy and that her lesson plans teach us the skills we will need for our lives as succesful adults, while letting us be children. At the same time.
So, she gets the bright idea that we are going to make cupcakes. Now, here's the catch: we're going to make them in the microwave. That's right. Microwave cupcakes.
Needless to say, one of my classmates set his group's on fire. Smoke billowed from that microwave oven like it was Armagedon. Only smaller. And with more flower, sugar and vegetable oil. In this case, three times too much vegetable oil. You could see your reflection in their baking. O.o
The errors made in measurement were evident in different ways throughout class: one group's were as heavy as bricks (I swear, I am not exagerating), ours were the same consistancy as the sponges we use to wash the dishes.
I wont even start on the chilly dogs. I still wish I had never brought that bun to my lips. Eugh...*heartburn* At least I had the taste to forgoe the chilly itself.

Oh, and they make us knit, too.

What have I learned from family studies class? That I would make a really lousy housewife, which is rather reassuring in more ways than one.^^

I am still on my quest to promote Narutaru, as should be evident from my new avatar. I mean, come on, people! Any show that can turn pokemon-like-creatures (in appearance, anyway), into crazed killers diserves props. And if it can be phylosophical and tear-jerking at the same time? *whistles*

It's kind of funny...I got 65% in more subject than one, and I think my mom knows, but she hasn't said a word to me about it. Hmmm...I don't want to see the rest of my report card.

Godel is not a good student. Godel is bored. Needs life badly.
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Tuesday, March 2, 2004

All mimsy were the borogroves...
...and the mome raths outgrabe.

It occurs to me: Most people probably don't realize that when I type "*maniacal laughter*", I actually laugh maniacally.^^

I watched episode 72 of Naruto yesterday (finally! *sweat*), and I must say...I had been hoping for a lot more from that flashback. It wasn't the Hokage's jerky mouth movements, but rather the lack of blood *everywhere*, and the people who just happened to not be hanging from the walls. *sigh* Oh well, I love the First's voice, so it's all good.
That Sakura part was...*weird*, though. "Same as a dog..." Heh.


What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor early in the mornin'?

Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober,
Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober,
Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober,
Early in the mornin'...

Well, that was spontaneous.

Today, I learned something: some people just always look the same, no matter how tall (or not tall, in some people's cases) they get, and how much gel they stick in their hair. By this I mean that, when we looked at the baby pictures of some of the people in a certain homeroom (they're on the wall for some reason O.o), we could tell exactly who was who, without help from the name tags. I wonder if I'll remember looking through those pictures with my friends long from now. Or will I even remember my friends? It's funny how things that seem so consequential at one time can wither away into meaningless nothingness over the course of time.

To think: before this November, I didn't know any one from this community, bar the ones I bugged into joining. Thinking further back, I didn't know Kassedry-chan before last September. Nor was I aquainted with Sammie-chan before that. Imagine that! Life without Teh Smma. Now, to reach insanely far back, I hadn't met Darkmoon-Rising or Kunai (she's on OB) before I was eight years old.
And, to go even more insanely and rediculously far back, to a time that I remember mear snippets of: until I was five, I was actually afraid of "patringer11". Which is, in hindsite, just funny. Heh.

Then there were the days of kindergarten, when I actually thought I would be friends with those kids forever. Thinking back, they actually ignored me alot, except for one of them. We used to tie our coats together, because our four-year-old minds thought that that would mean we would have to go home together._ _U

*sigh*

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