Thursday, November 25, 2004

Finally.
For the first time this season it has gotten legitimately chilly: a comfy negative nine, with wind chill.

It snowed a bit more yesterday evening, but that soon progressed into rain, so we're all waiting rather anxiously, some of us happily, and others in a state of dread.

And, naturally, the windy weather reminds me that I really do need to get a scarf, as well as some gloves, so as to keep my hands' skin from becoming dried and cracked enough to bleed, like what happened last night.

Indeed, my hands bled. Good thing a don't have hemophilia.

Added handles to my pelike, in art class, today. It's looking very kawaii and, as Tia and Yin pointed out, like an elephant.

It is one month 'til Christmas.
Je vais aller au ma magasine favorite pour achete les cadeaux. : )

I lost a mark on a health test because my gym teacher's vocabulary does not include the word "replete".

Being an elitest bastard is just too fun to give up on. ^_~
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Wednesday, November 24, 2004

You so fat, when you jump, you get stuck!
Going to school at 7:30am and not leaving until just after 6:00pm is not my idea of a good day.

However, getting to stay inside, out of the rain, in order to receive "extra help" in "math" turning out to, in reality, constitute playing Starcraft with Gilbert, while Eric read "The Wish List" and the sub eats his lunch, is. So, you could say things balanced out, in the end.

Also, it snowed today, for the first time this season, making cause for much running around screaming, "omfg dudz itz lik totally SNOWing!!!111!!!!112!!!11one," and, I, having the m4d 5k1||z I do, was able to not only win a candy cane in geography class (*laughs in a certain some one's face, because it's geography*), but make what was referred to me as "a really good presentation" in science, without any degree of preparation. The moral of the story? No matter how poorly you've reviewed your subject, no matter how little you've researched, if you tell people all the details of what may or may not happen if you were to cut their arm open with a rusty spork, and accent it all by hurling a chalkboard eraser across the room (I assure you, this was entirely intentional...>_>""), you are guarenteed success! (In the eyes of my peers at least, which can mean alot of things, not all necessarily good.)

Additionally, the sub we had in math gave us a sheet to do, then wrote all the answers on the chalkboard.

Haha, I hate to say it, but what an idiot. Oh well.

What an idiot.

Remind me to never, ever, for any reason, wake up at 5:00am again. =_=
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Tuesday, November 23, 2004

You're a girl--or maybe a wagon--filled up with pancakes...
'G' is the lonliest letter. No, really. Look at your Friends list, and see how many people's names start with 'G', 'side from old Godel. Not very many--hell, on most lists, I am the only person whose name starts avec un 'G'.
'S', however, seems to be very popular. You've got Sammiechan, Sara, Shin, Setzer, SasukeUchiha.

Just noticed is all.

Oh, and, additionally, stick this banner up if you feel like it, and if it applies to you:

If you direct link it, it'll probably go down in a month or so, because ImageTown tends to do that to people who are too lazy to register, and too lazy to find a better image hosting location.

As far as I know, Vince has it up, and Azure-jiji said he'd get around to it. Therefore, through the bandwagon marketing strategy, very popular throughout Asia, I shall make every one feel like they have to put that banner up, in order to belong. Because, you know, the guys in my Male Harem are pretty cool dudes.

Which brings me pointing out that it was the toothpaste thing that happened at my school.
Some one actually bothered to use toothpaste to cover the walls in death threats. Christ, humanity is pathetic some most of the time. *rolls eyes in a very deliberate manner*

Wore my new, wool sweater to school today and lived to regret it, seeing as it made me terribly itchy. Gave me rashes and whatnot, and the worst part is...the fibers from the sweater got all over my nice, red shirt, so, now, that's making me all itchy and crap, too.

*kills some stuff*

You just can't win in this old world of ours, can you? That ought to be something everyone can relate to. Every one on the whole goddam planet. (I'm starting to talk like Holden Caulfield. Woo.) No matter where you're born, how much money you have, what race you are, whatever, you just can't win, even if it's over something as meaningless as a new sweater being itchy as hell.

My geography teacher was wearing one of our schools cheap-as-hell gym t-shirts, today. We gave him hell to do with it, since you simply do not wear your t-shirt after gym class (It is expected that, instead of merely shedding all garb, which would be easier, you change into a different set of clothes, incidentally.), and you simply do not go to gym class, even, if your shirt does not have your name on it.
At the begining of class, he looked over at my desk and said, in a rather confused tone, "[mon vrai nom], you have...birds...on your desk." Because I did. I had two Siamese (according to Samm, at least) birds sitting on my desk, happy as can be. Their names happen to be Jaque (the pretty one) and Pier (without the 'E', and my sister has mutilated that poor bird). Most people think they're exactly the same bird, since they're both Beanie Babies' Kuku and all, but, really, their totally different.
For instance, Pier's beak is empty: it isn't stuffed, I mean. Jaque's is full of stuffing, but old Pier's is just...empty. It flops about, and people are always stuffing it into his face in this unbelievably cruel fashion. I pity the poor bird, especially since my sister got brown marker on some of his head-fluff. Reminds me of how she drew "eyebrows" and "lipstick", in permanent, green marker, on this teddy bear my aunt gave me for my birthday, this one time. I was pissed as hell about that, I guarentee you--almost as pissed as when she "dropped" my Anne of Green Gables doll on the floor and it "broke by itself". Those were her exact words: I didn't break it. I just dropped it--it broke by itself.
My sister is one of those awful kids who's always whining about something. It really wears away my nerves, hearing her whine night and day. She wakes up in the middle of the night--or two in the morning, whatever--and starts screaming for my mom to come, because she's convinced some one is in the house, even though it's just her frigging hampster running on its frigging, goddam wheel, keeping me up until the wee hours of the morning.

Speaking of wee hours of the morning, I stayed up 'til two, this morning, finishing "The Catcher In the Rye." I was rather dissapointed to do with how little emphasis is put on the thought the title was derived from, wording-wise, though I think it fit the book perfectly, and really sends a strong message.

I love Holden Caulfield--he is one of the greatest characters I have ever read about, ever. He's so brilliant, but so depressed, and just feels worthless, but he doesn't mope around with people and doesn't bitch about how he's depressed all the time--not in a whiney, irksome way, at least.
It's a really sad book, in alot of ways. You've got this amazing person who just doesn't like anything around him, doesn't like himself too much, either.

Reminds me, somehow, of Suzy Park (hooray for generic names!) from Suki Kim's "The Interpreter," in alot of ways.
You should all go read that book. Awesome stuff.

...

Goddamit, some one just fucking called, then fucking hung up the fucking phone. I hate it when people do that--our phones are all broken, except for this really craptastic one that always puts you through an awful bit of static, so I have to sprint upstairs, to the kitchen every time it rings.

Bastard(s).

We're making allegedly-Greek pots in art class, and mine started out hideous, deformed, and, overall, the worst allegedly-Greek pot you've ever seen. However, I worked hard at it, and now people keep telling me, "Ooooh, that's so goooood..." like their having an orgasm or something.
I just choose to interpret that as a positive sign.

Which reminds me of this uber-intense video we watched in art class a while ago. Intense to do with the fact that the voice-over man was so involved in his lines. He spoke in this imposing, melodramatic voice, all about how, "Though we see the Greeks as an amazing, brilliant, revolutionary people, the inventors of Democracy, creators of amazing art works, we must not forget that they, too, fell victim to the influence of civil war, racism, sexism, and pornography." That's what he said. I swear to God, Stuart. I was laughing my ass off, and so were my friends who sit with me (our teacher never bothers to enforce the seating arrangements, bless her little heart), and once the movie was over, we were joking around about the intense voice-over man and his rediculous lines, when this girl comes over and says something along the lines of, "dud wtf pr0n iz narsty u r sick!!1111!!!112one!!" Only in more RL-ish phrasing.

As our good friend Holden would say, that killed me. Killed Tia and Yin, too. Also, Wendy, who sits at the other end of the room, yet listens in on, and contributes to, all our conversations.

I really ought to order a yearbook soon, before it really is too late. I mean, they claim they don't order extras, but every one knows that to be false, so lots of people, I imagine, bring their orders in late, simply because they're lazy bastards, like me, so I don't want to have to go without a yearbook, feeling all lousy, at the end of the year. I'd feel lousy because this is the last year I get to spend with my class, who I've known since I was younger than the sister I told you about just now. It's really depressing leaving people you've known for such a big part of your life.

We'll have to have a reunion or something, twenty years from now, and see how every one ended up. I plan to be in Japan by that point, but I'm sure I could make it back to see everybody one more time, if I had enough money.

Money. If When I get rich, I wont buy a huge-fucking-ass house with an indoor pool. I'll buy a nice-sized condo in Tokyo and fill it with all sorts of gadgets and TVs and radios and computers and whatnot, and it'll all fit together like a big jigsaw puzzle, and you wont know where you might find something next, as long as you were a guest.

I like that.
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Monday, November 22, 2004

I would like to start out by announcing that, if you are male and on my friends list, you are officially considered part of Godel's Male Harem.

That aside, I would also like to announce that, Setzer, that cliff is waiting for you. I just have to find it, in order to push you to your inevitable demise off it.

I don't know how Vince plans on killing Azure, but, supposedly, it is going to involve alot of gore.

Indeed, last night's "group orgie" (i.e. MSN group conversation) went something along the lines of this:

Godel: You can totally rap in Spanish. That's so criteria for being a camel.
Vince: I'm a camel? Awesome. I think I'll start rapping in Spanish now. *raps in Spanish*
Alice: Oh, you belong in Bollywood, you great humped beast.
Vince: *some segue into his making movies* And I make Godel draw my characters for me, and I give her nothing in return because I'm a horrible, self-absorbed capitalist bastard!!! >:^D
Godel: Does this mean you don't love me any more? ;_;
Vince: Hah! I never loved you!
Alice: Aw, children, don't fight.
Vince: Hey, person whose fucking parents are getting a fucking divorce, change that to Vince and Godel.
Azure: lolzorz!!!11!!! yaoi iz totaly da shiz!!!11!!!112 boyz r hotz lolzorz!!!11!!!
Vince: Give me my Shi no Pantsu back!
Godel: Give me my awesome pants back!
Pearl: I have a rash.
*some stuff happens*
Vince: That's right: I have been sleeping with my science teacher!!!!
*silence*
Vince: Okay, I think that might have been taking it a bit far.
Godel: Indeed.
Pearl: I still have a rash.

For a while now, my school has been raising money to buy a Canadian War medal, in order to prevent them from being auctioned off to other countries. (Why they aren't just thrust into museums is beyond me, unless the school plans to buy one on the black market or something.)
However, this, apparently, is never to be, seeing as some one stole the goddam fundraiser money. People are such scum. Geesh.
Speaking of which, damn, has my school ever gone downhill over the past year and a half, since the faculty switched around and we lost the greatest teacher to have ever walked the face of this planet.
We are currently stuck with a principal who never makes herself seen or heard until some one breaks a window or gouges some one's eyes out or writes death threats all over the bathroom walls in toothpaste (Guess which one didn't actually happen.).
Ah well, crap like that's been happening all over my school for the past year and a half, on a daily basis, now, so I'm glad to be leaving at the end of the year.

It's funny how the highest ranked school can drop to a piece of shit at the drop of a hat or the placement of a couple years worth of fuck-for-brains little kids.

*sigh*

One thing that can't be argued is killing the stupid makes the population smarter. u.u

Speaking of smarter, or at least reaching higher, it came to my attention today that the other English classes at my school, in my grade, are not only excused from typing their work, but are required to handwrite about two lines per question.
Also, the people in that class seem entirely unenthused to do with analyzing the crap out of such interesting books as "Lord of the Flies," while us "smart" kids are stuck reading "Animal Farm" again.
Not only did we read it last year, but we watched the movie, discussed it in class, and everything. All for zero marks.
The world is an evil, bitter, spiteful place, most of the time. *mble grmble*

And, since Christmas is drawing near, I have had to put some thought towards budgeting my money, in order to be able to buy every one presents. (If you don't know me IRL, forget about it, unless you're cool enough for me to make you a wallpaper or something.^_~)

So, after a great deal of consideration, I have developed a plan:

-get presents for parents
-get present for sister
-get present for niisan
-get presents for friends
-if time and money are to be had, get the guys each a Timbit or something

Started reading The Catcher In the Rye yesterday, and have gotten halfway through it.
It reads remarkably similar to the way a blog might, minus the modern slang, and plus the old slang. It's more of an obsessive rant than anything, but I still quite enjoy it. It's one of those books you remember, maybe because of how unique and brilliant the main character is, maybe because of the crude writing, or maybe just because the cover is so arbitrarily white, you can't hold the damn thing without making it look like it just fell through a coal mine.
Either way, 'tis a good read: go forth and get your hands on it. (And don't just let it sit there, gathering dust, once you have it, either.)

I would also like to, at this point, thank any one who's been keeping up with "How to Learn Engrish." Your comments are really great and motivational. I can get by having mere 80%s in English, as long as I know I have at least one or two fans, scattered willy-nilly about the globe.
Or maybe I'm just being egotistical.

Either way, thanks.^_^ You get a cookie. (A few people here ought to already know that one should never take a cookie at face value, however. ^_~)

I think I'll try and update that story every other day from now on, because it's finally starting to go somewhere, even if it's horribly cheesey and predictable. *purses lips*

I guess that can be my year's work, as far as writing goes. It's just more fun than the story I've been labouring towards the satisfactory completion of for...a while now.
I do plan on getting that one done, some day, however. >_>"

You know, when you tell people you have internet friends, and they tell you that they're probably all smelly, perverted men whose minds make home to only the most unclean of thoughts, and you say, "Well, yeah," as though this was the most obvious thing in the world (which it should be), they look at you funny.

Disclaimer: I know that not all of you are perverted men. Some of you are perverted women, boys, and girls, and I am positive that most of you smell lovely.
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