Wednesday, June 2, 2004

Radish.
Life gets all crunchy when your schedule gets out of whack, doesn't it?

Over the past week or more, I've missed my last three drumming lessons, piano lessons, hockey games, and Kumon...things. (Missing the latter really isn’t that bad.)

When it all starts up again, I'm like; "ARGH, CRAP, I'VE FORGOTTEN ALL THE BASIC SKILLZ0RZ NEEDED TO SUCCESSFULLY AND EFFECTIVELY SURVIVE A DAY IN THE REAL WORLD!"

I don't even know why I've missed all this shtuff. It might've had to do with that stupid cough thing. That was cool because I missed every other day of school for a week. (This is the ultimate strategy. You don't have to do any work for an entire week. Yes!)

It was great to have a relaxing few weeks of break, but things have gotten boring again now that stupid extra-curricular activities have kick-started themselves again.

On a related note, is stupidity the key to excitement? Can one only experience the interesting when their mental state is that of a root vegetable? I'm beginning to think so. Look around you. What 'fun stuff' doesn't require you to disregard all the dignity and intelligence you once had? (Except...I don't have all that much dignity, so, s'all good. I’m not so sure about the other one, either.)

If any of you have any ideas for stupid things I can do, just gimme a...comment.

Are you thinking what I’m thinking, B1?
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Tuesday, June 1, 2004

   Curse you, magic beans!
Thanks, Godel, for your recommendations; I watched the first episode of Samurai Champloo, and now I'm a-hungerin' for some more. I'm also up to date on Paranoia Agent...I think. I'm severely traumatized.
Three cheers for Paranoia Agent. ^_^

And now, for some geography homework...that was due in February. I refuse to fail this idiotic course, damnit.
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Sunday, May 30, 2004

   Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow brick road.
I'm a number!

825.

I'm also an instrument!

ALTO

I went to this strange, successful Guiness Book of World Records attempt today. How very unlike me. Ah well, 'twas rather fun. Over 1000 saxophonists assembled downtown today. We played "Hockey Night in Canada" for 5 minutes.

I guess I enjoyed it 'cause I got to watch some interesting people. And I got a Shuffle Demons CD, which I must listen to.

Saxo-saxa-Sax O phone. Hoo-ray for erratic posts. I wish I played the Bari. T_T
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   Fear not the potato.
Psh. You know what series of books I love? THE DISCWORD SERIES, BIATCH! Hurrah for Terry Pratchett.

Most stories, serieseses, and the like focus on one characer, si? But the Discworld series? ONE character?? Bah! The character development is INSANE. No other author can fully develop so many unique personalities in such a long series. (At least, none that have been brought to my attention. Care to bring some to my attention?)

The books focus on groups of characters, for sure. But they're so diverse! There're the Wizards and the Witches, completely seperate, of course, the Watch, Death & Friends...

Because of all this, I have too many favourite characters. I find myself announcing every few seconds; "OH MY GOSH HE/SHE/IT IS SO AWESOME I LOVE THEM HOLY CRAP!" I can barely remember my list of faves.

First of all, there's Sam Vimes, in all his Watch-Commandering Dukeness. He's so witty. Who else can say that they've arrested en entire battlefield? Besides 71 Hour Ahmed. (He's awesome too! Honour among coppers!) The rest of the City Watch can be amusing as well. Nobby, diqualified from the human race for shoving, Angua, a woman most of the time... There're to many watchmen to name now that it's expanded.

Then, there's the Anthropomorphic Personification of Death. He can't create, but he can copy. He loves cats. Add in an immensely powerful wizrard who founded UU, a granddaughter who wishes she hadn't inherited Death's talents, Mort, once his apprentice, Quoth the Raven and the Death of Rats, and you get a bowl of yummy Deathy Goodness. Mm Mm.

Next we have the wizards of Unseen University. The Archchancellor; "When your up to your ass in alligators, today is the first day of the rest of your life," the obese Dean, the Lecturer in Recent Runes, the Senior Wrangler, Ponder Stibbons and Hex, and the unforgettable Rincewind. (Many-footed Luggage included. Wym would be jealous.) I'm not fond of the books centering on Rincewind, personally. My favourite wizard is the Bursar. Pass the dried frog pills.

"Millenium Hand and Shrimp. Bugg'roff."
Then there're the side characters who we've all grown to know and love. Foul ole' Ron, his stench and his Thinking Brain Dog, along with Duck Man, (What Duck?) and that guy with all the personalities. What's his name again? And ya gotta love them C.M.O.T. Dibblers. My fave has gotta be "Disembowel-meself-honourbly-Dibhala.

Anyvase, read the series or I'll come to your respective houses and eat your brains. I know where you live.

Oh, Dude, the Patrician is cool too.
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   When all else is lost, The Muffin remains.

Layer.one
Name:	Smma Friggin
Birthdate:	August 2
Birthplace:	Scarberia
Current location:	Underground lair
Eyes:	...Hazel...?
Hair:	Brown
Height:	5 4'?
Righty or Lefty:	Righty!
Zodiac Sign:	Horsh
Layer.two
Your heritage:	Czech, Irish, Scottish, Welsh.
Your weakness:	Anything that comes En Mass. For example, if there's a lot of candy right over there, Imma eat it all. In about five seconds.
Your shoes you wore today:	Grey runners.
Your fears:	Reality T.V
Your perfect pizza:	Cheese (cheddar and feta!), sauce, pepperoni, bacon, mushrooms, peppers (green, red, hot), sausage, onions, chicken, beef, broccoli, zuccini, tomatoes, olives, pineapple, ham
Goal you'd like to achieve:	Become the commander of the world's largest standing army.
Layer.three
Your thoughts first waking up:	"Holy crap, Gar. Stop clubbing me with a miniature, plush manatee."
Your best physical feature:	Hair.
Your bedtime:	Anywhere from 9:40 on.
Your most missed memory:	Marbleworks! How I miss thee...
Layer.four
Pepsi or Coke:	Coke.
McDonald's or Burger King:	Ew.
Single or group dates:	Uh...Single? I wouldn't know.
Adidas or Nike:	See previous answer.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	Nestea.
Chocolate or vanilla:	Vaeeya
Cappuccino or coffee:	Capuccino!!!!!
Layer.five
Smoke:	Nah.
Cuss:	A whole lot, when I'm participating in something competetive.
Sing:	Yes, unfortunately.
Take showers daily:	No-o-o-o.
Have a crush:	Negative.
Think you've been in love:	No.
Want to go college:	Universtity.
Want to get married:	Not...really.
Believe in yourself:	When I'm prepared, yes. So that's kinda...rare.
Get motion sickness:	When I read in cars for hours, yes, eventually.
Think you're attractive:	Naw.
Think you're a health freak:	Oh my goodness me no.
Get along with your parents:	Affirmative.
Like thunderstorms:	Yesh.
Play an instrument:	I'm a beginner at everything! Hurrah. Sax, Drums, Piano.
Layer.six - in the past months
Gone to the mall:	'Twas a couple of months ago, I believe.
Eaten an entire box of Oreos:	Never. Not too fond of Oreos.
Eaten sushi:	OH YES!!
Been on stage:	Just yesterday, in fact.
Gone skating:	-__- About every weekend until July, and then, starting in August, every weeked until the next July. Damnit.
Made homemade cookies:	Oooh yes! Giner-Honey types.
Gone skinny dipping:	I don't believe so, no.
Dyed your hair:	I died it purple about a year ago today, in fact. The blonde remains to this day. Gah.
Stolen anything:	I've stolen many a pencil case in my day, I have.
Label.seven - ever..
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated:	Only in RPGs.
Been called a tease:	Nope.
Got beaten up:	No.
Layer.eight
Age you hoped to be married:	I don't really hope to be married.
Number and name of children:	0. His name shall be Fosdick.
Dream wedding:	>:^O Under the sea! Under the sea! Darling it's better, down where it's wetter, take it from me!
How do you want to die:	Someone's gonna ignite me. Except, see, my pockets are gonna be full of nails and bits of metal and GUNPOWDER. Ha.
Where do you want to attend college:	I dunno.
Dream job:	That person who hides behind those mirrors at grocery stores and sprays the people who wish to purchase vegetables. That or Supreme Dictator of the Universe. ^_^
Country you want to visit:	Anywhere in Europe or Asia.
Layer.nine - In a guy/girl...
Best eye color:	You know those eyes that are lots of colours? Like they start out blue and then go grey and brown and yellow? Those are cool.
Best hair color:	Greeeen. No, black!
Short or long hair:	Very few guys manage to look good with long hair, so I'd say short.
Height:	Taller than me. That's not that hard.
Best weight:	Whatever.
Best clothing:	Those poofy pants! Eeeeheheheheheh.
Best first date location:	In my police state of supreme evil!
Best first kiss location:	On the lips. There's stuff coming outta my nose.
Layer.ten
Number of drugs taken illegally:	They were all legal, I swear!
Number of people I could trust with my life:	0. Not even meself.
Number of CDs that I own:	Plenny.
Number of piercings:	Deux.
Number of tattoos:	Nada.
Number of times my name's been in the news:	I swear, tomorrow it'll happen! *twitch*
Number of scars on my body:	A bunch.
Number of things in my past that I regret.:	1.

Layers brought to you by BZOINK!
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Tuesday, May 25, 2004

   The Ice diamond Quest!
Don't you hate it when you get stuck with a debating topic that is absolutely ludacris?

And you know it?

And your group knows it?

And the REST OF THE BLOODY WORLD KNOWS IT!?

I got stuck with Pro: Girls should have their own schools.

Even though the debate may be tomorrow, if I, heh heh, show up... Got any ideas on whygirls should have their own schools? Help me here, I'm desperate! The last work period we were granted, my group just talked about blow jobs. Damnation, we need help.
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Monday, May 24, 2004

   The Most Irritating Day Ever (An angsty Bitch-Session with Teh Smma)
This happened quite a while ago, but these events burst into my mind last night while I was waiting for Sleep. The memory called for a lil' postie.

I had been invited to a concert by my Best Friend (at the time). How I could refuse the ticket I was offered? She was my Best Friend, and for some reason that was completely beyond me, she lovedthese guys. At the time I had no major objections to them, but after the concert I realised they had absolutely no musical talent whatsoever, and a lead singer who's voice was the definition of irritating. They're just boring, tedius, and bland, like most Modern Pop 'Bands'. But, Hey!, I rationalized, every experience is to be learned from. I had never been to a Real Concert before. (Did Jazz at the Top of the Senator or Sharon, Lois and Brahm count? XD) This would all be new to me. New is good.
My eyes began to water the moment I walked through the stadium doors. The atmosphere was opressive. Thousands of kids, all exactly the same. I was rather disturbed. I could practically hear them thinking the same thoughts. Everyone wore the same slutty, hip clothes, the same over-done, heavy make-up.
Honestly, I felt like crying. I didn't really know why, though. I couldn't, though, because my friend was having such a good time. I didn't want to ruin it for her. At one point she asked me "why I looked so miserable", but she couldn't hear my response over the noise.
Oh, the noise. The hideous, pointless, earsplitting noise.
Do you know that moment, that moment when you realise; "I HATE crowds. I HATE large gatherings of human beings. I HATE noise." That moment when you realise that a lack of diversity really gets to you? That Consistency is one of the most irritating abstract nouns? And then it's too late?
The first band on was vapid, offensive and extremely bland. It seemed that the only word in the frontmans vocabulary was "fuck". Vaguely embarrased at my race, I wondered what the appeal was. Their lyrics appeared to be the type inserted into the kind of music one listens to when they are 7 or 12 or whatever age, and have just discovered the phenomenon of Modern "Music". Angsty, PMSin' 16 year old girlie music. Bah, I could've puked.
As for the second band on, I had a mild respect for the 10 minuted piano solo. It wasn't brilliant. In fact, it was putting me, as well as the rest of the inhabitants of the stadium, to sleep. Nevertheless, it was a pretty brave concept.
Then, the band that everyone was there for went on stage. At that point, all that I wanted to do was jump out of my seat and bolt. My friend, bouncing and screaming along to hit song after hit song, commanded me to join her. I convinced myself that it would all be over in a matter of hours, and the least I could do was keep her happy, so I tried a bounce and a scream. It made my head hurt.
For the duration of the rest of the show, I kept my ears open for a solo. One tiny tidbit of musical expertise. I wasted my time.
My eyes wandering to the ceiling, I stared at it reeeally hard, hoping that my Laser Vision would kick in, so that it would fall on all the little sheep in General Admission. I hadn't loathed humanity this much in a long time.
I couldn't have been happier when the show ended. They played Frank Sinatra over the P.A. in an attempt to get all the kids to leave. It worked rather well. Singing along, I mused that I'd rather been at one of his shows, had he been alive. My friends parents told me that I was born in the wrong century. I think they had a point. (But would the 70's be worth my beloved devil of a computer? My 'cube? I think not.)

Wow, this really made me sound like one of those thousands of rabid, 'anti-conformist' paradox-people. I assure you, I am not. Those were the people who were at the show. I guess I either sounded like on of them, or an Old Fart. Ha.

I guess another issue that added to my intense hatred was that I saw myself buying into all that crap for a while. I'm sure most people do, for some amount of time.

What's important is that it was a learnin experience. Nothing is really negative. I learned that one should think before they obsess, that good things only remain good in moderation, and that giant concerts suck, in addition to about a hundred other things about my gender, my age group, and my friend. See, it's all good!

NEXT WEEKS BITCH SESSION:

"Reality T.V: Why I'm about to shove my television off a 10, nay, 20 story building!"
or
"Reality T.V: Why I'm going to live under a rock for the rest of my life!"
or
"Reality T.V: The reason for the Doomsday Device I am currently building!"

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Sunday, May 2, 2004

   And then Trogdor smote the Kerrek, and all was laid to Burnination.
Does anybody know how to go about memorizing things? Effectively?

My first approach was to stand on my chair, clutch a stuffed bunny, [that shall go unnamed] and scream out the lines. That didn't work, because whenever I put the bunny down, I couldn't recite the lines. I needed that bunny.

Then Gamma came in. I decided that I knew enough of the poem to recite it to him. Sadly, this was not the case. I just ended up bludgeoning him with the aforementioned bunny. And screaming.

My best attempt was to learn one line at a time, but then I went and played SSBM with Gamma and his friend and I forgot the whole thing.

Crap.
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Saturday, May 1, 2004

   Eep Opp ORC ah-ah
Found a cob of corn in a tree today.

Also found 3 albums in my basement that rock. Too lazy to find out what they're called or type with pronouns. They're by King Crimson, Bob Marley, and one of them is a compilation done by the Ramones and Face to Face and other bands like that. It's just a bunch of covers taken from old saturday morning cartoons. It's hilarious. Songs from Spiderman and Popeye and stuff...o.o Basements are entertaining.

Not much else is, right about now.

Additionally, wouldn't it be great if whenever you walked into a room, the Imperial March would play and everyone would bow to you and you could kick people and sutff? And they'd cater to your every whim? And you'd fly around in your Space Cruiser and you'd enslave planets and use the Death Ray you created and stuff... Wouldn't that be the best?

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Tuesday, April 27, 2004

   O______o
I fear for my sanity.

I blame **GRAVITATION**!!! (Or Godel. For making me read it.)

I can't stop listening to 80's new wave techo-ness. You know...Depeche Mode, The Cure...Morrissey...o.o

What the hell is going on??? O.o

I also can't think straight...I'm trying to write my sonnet anlysis and failing miserably...Damnit.

By the way, READ GRAVITATION! So says the Table of Geography. Yes indeed.

Additionally, "Skankin' Pickle" is the second best name for a band ever.
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