Wednesday, March 2, 2005

Breeding catholic pixies.

Comment Commentary

Azure- >.o

Shin- I appreciate that observation.

Mimmi- I don't understand why there are two pieces.

Godel- My mom went to Pittsburgh for a week, so we're left here all alone (most of the time. My dad spends very little time here). It's more of a whiny in-joke than anything.

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I forgot to mention that I got that propaganda essay back. I did pretty well on it, compared to a lot of people. 70 out of 75 isn't too bad, right?

The teacher was dedicated to leaving a thousand little comments on each essay, but most of mine were really stupid nitpicks. She drives the "pretend the reader is stupid" concept into the ground, and that's what most of the comments were about.

The big one for me was that she said that my topic was a little broad, and that I was rather generic, when she was the one that told me to write it like this. I asked her if this was an okay setup to use (Types of propaganda, different factions' uses for propaganda, and the psychology behind it). Grr, I say, grr.

Oh, and I threw in a few posters from the war, and she said that they required explanation. I already had translations, the origin nations and the years on them. I assumed that the reader could make up their opinion. And that is bad.

But I'm whining.

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As for the rest of school.. History has gotten boring (World history > U.S. History). It used to be my favorite class, but it's just gotten dull. In some ways, I find it more boring than even Science these days.

Math, no comment.

Art's pleasant. It's been mostly the same deal, though I've been turning in more Photoshop stuff than hand-drawn stuff. We had pizza in-class today, and he put on The Fox and the Hound, which left a big question mark over my head, but it was fun to see my friend's face light up like the friggin' Christmas tree in Times Square. It's her favorite Disney movie of all time, after all.

Tangent: My personal favorite Disney movie is The Incredibles, but if you discount Pixar I'd have to go with 101 Dalmatians. It's more for sentimental reasons than actual cinematic genius.. Heh.

End tangent.

Phys Ed's been hell this week. He's making us do all these painful, painful, degrading exercises, for long periods of time. I hurt, badly. It hurt to walk to my friend's house. It hurt to kick his shitty CD player for not working. It hurt doing other things as well.

But it's a good hurt. In fact, it's so good that it hurts even more than this optimism.

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Yay for parental negligence. With my mom on leave, my dad has to be come the chauffer for a few days. This means that he has to tear himself away from his precious work to spend ten minutes dropping us off. Instead, I've opted for the easy, less guilty path, and just decided to go home with random friends, only to get picked up later. I left messages for my dad about not picking me up until later (he wants to kill two birds with one stone by picking me up when he gets my brother), but apparently he didn't get them, and he showed up an hour after I got in the door. Naturally he got all pissy when I told him to go back to work, but he's the one renting Grand Theft Auto, so I'm fine with that.

When I got home (after spending hours at a friend's house smashing things and playing loud music) I came home, and my brother was playing The Sims. In reality, that little freak was on Google Image Search again, this time typing things such as "losing virginity," "cowgirl," "auska" and the classic "big boobies" in. Perhaps these virus problems are his fault, not mine. WOO-HOO, I'm not to blame.

Anyway, I took a bath to relax the muscles, did my homework and made some soup. Now here I am, tired, yet unable to go to sleep. It's my mom's doing, but she's made me think that somebody always has to be awake unless there's "someone strong" in the house. Technically, I guess I could just go to sleep, but this is a free excuse for staying up later.

What a silly and childish update. I should prepare a real rant soon.. Perhaps for my 4,000th visit update?

Closing Statement: It's a sad day when you see a punkish youth from a distance and can't tell whether they're male or female. [CLARIFIER]The hair.[/CLARIFIER]

EDIT: Hm, maybe Apple isn't so evil after all. I just figured out how to convert their painfully obscure AAC files (the format iTunes-bought songs are in) to MP3. Kickass.
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