Monday, October 18, 2004

CSI is nothing but the last five minutes of Scooby Doo without lame puns.

Comment Comementary

Alea- Yes. It's too bad my dad's not a hyprocite about all of this.

Mimmi- Lord knows I've probably said it before. I'm running out of material here.

Azure- That's like making waffles but not giving me any. ;_;

Godel- Brown-nosed siblings = teh suck

Mal- I'm like a cat.. Who likes the rain. And doesn't lick itself.

Shin- Yeah, I've been bludgeoned to death by hail before, and to an extent I even enjoyed that.

Karmi- :X I want some :x so bad I capitalized it.

Mimmi- Indeed.

Semjaza- And I have you to thank for first exposing me to the game. I am forever in your debt.

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Wow, I woke up on time. And get this- I actually actually took a shower before school.. I don't think I've ever done that before. Normally I do the showerness before I go to bed, but I figured I should try something different today.

Dear lord, it was refreshing. I need to do it more often.

And get this- I'm typing this.. At 6:50 AM. Isn't that cool!? :P

I finished the art project last night, but I'm planning on pretending to work on it some more in class so she doesn't call on me to say my essay in front of the class. Yeah, we're still on that.

More later.

EDIT: The reason I began my post earlier in the day was because I was bored before school started and I had ten minutes before I had to leave. And what do I do with any spare ten minutes? Type pointless crap on myOtaku. Only in America.

The bad side to this, however, was that I took a little too much time listening to a few MP3s, and I had to rush out the door. About halfway to the school, I skimmed through my backpack's contents and realized that my ever-important binder was missing. I got my dad to turn around (thank God I don't ride the bus), and I found the binder in about a minute.

Turning around, of course, made me late. People were still filing into their classes when I got there, but I sort of hurried anyway. As I was reading the next-to-last chapter of The Bretheren, I realized that I had left my precious Vietnam War drawing, which I had spent three hours on, in the car. I got it back eventually, though it was creased, so I placed it on the bottom of the pile for three reasons:

a) I wanted to flatten out the creases.

b) It was incredibly bloody and depressing, so I hid it from everyone for the good of the nation

c) Despite my sub-par art skills, people seem fixated on telling me how awesome it is, and I shy away from openly accepting compliments. I'm afraid that comes off as arrogance.

I didn't really get a chance to look at anybody else's.. Well, I shouldn't say that. I obviously caught glimpses of my neighbors' art: The artistic one to the left drew a pointy rose sprouting out of a battlefield, and the unartistic one on the right drew stick figures all yelling "we're all gonna die!"

I was entertained by both.

And then I was called upon to read my essay in front of the class. Amazingly, I got an 80%, but I didn't shove it into anybody's face, because I'm a self-proclaimed saint.

Got ready for a couple major tests in.. For the next social studies test, we have to turn in a venn diagram comparing and contrasting the three major sections of the thirteen colonies, along with that information in essay form. It's 20% of our test grade, and I'm pretty sure I already have the diagram done, but I think I just my redo it to pretty it up. I haven't even touched the essay yet, but it won't require a lot of real thinking.

It was windy with occasional bouts of sprinkling rain at lunch, and thankfully, nobody really complained.

Nothing interesting ever happens in math. I don't know why I even begin to mention it- it's always notes and tests and the teacher being crazy and screaming random words from her sentences.

However, note-taking is worth mentioning when it's done in a class such as Phys Ed. Apparently we're beginning a new sport, after just one "real" game of soccer, and softball just happens to be the lucky pick.

I do not like softball. I do not like baseball or any of its spinoff sports. Even to this day, I have vivid memories of totally sucking at little league, and every experience since then has been soured by it.

It's not fielding that I dislike. It's batting. I really, really suck at batting. When I actually connect, it goes well, but I can't bring myself to do that. Let's hope people don't get fickle over it.

Journalism. We did the whole mock-election thing for the newsletter. Each of us was given thirty ballots and assigned a room, and we were to report back for the counting.

I got stuck with one of the trailers.. One of the lower classes, actually. I shouldn't say it was remedial, because they were just stupid. The teacher was enough of a hardass to get them to listen to me, and thinks went relatively smoothly.

In the end, John Kerry got 240-something votes, George Bush 130, and Nader 47. The people who weren't really counting were just talking about varoius stuff, but one girl was angry that Kerry was winning, "because he's gay."

I really, really wanted to tell her off. *joins Mal's club of people who dislike people who dislike politicians for no reason*

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I experimented with fusion in Nocturne today.. Unfortunately, fusing a Lilim and an Angel doesn't make an uber-cool sex goddess, but there is a Megami that I can fuse as soon as I get to a certain level. Until then, I''m just leveling up, and trying to figure out where the hell I'm supposed to find a bill. It's probably in Shibuya, but I have yet to find it.

Haven't gotten bored of leveling up yet. Man, this game rocks.

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I'm going to be leaving for Las Vegas on Wednesday, and I'll be back that Saturday. I suppose this means that tomorrow is the end of my SillyCircus run, unless I find an internet cafe in the Bellagio (which, when you think about it, isn't so improbable).

Teh SillyCircus Day 63- That's crazy. You're crazy. Stop being so crazy.
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