Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Squee!
I just got an early birthday present (thank you colleen!!!) it's a MOOGLE!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!! and i've got a shirt that says Are you a ninja or a pirate?

*dies from happiness*

and everything went well with inviting people to lunch (or as well as could be expected) for all today only one person said they could come, another hadn't called back, and a third had gone "missing presumed (by me) still missing" (turns out they didn't get the message from me). but they shall come and we shall dine on sushi (or not, i'm afraid after i had a giant bite that contained wasabi)

so i'm prettymuch elated. and i'm leaving saturday, so that's really awesome. in the sense of awe not just some corny thing to say. because it's like 0.o OMG i'm leaving for a month. i've never left for a month before. or even gone to another country by myself. from various relatives i've gathered up a guide to finland:

1. All the relatively young people speak english, you just have to ask.

2. speaking finnish makes you look angry, so don't be afraid to talk to the mad looking people.

3. All the guys are trying to get you drunk and make out. Do not let them draw you away from the crowd.

4. If you circle around you will either run into the airport, trainstation, or relatives buying flowers?

5. You will enjoy eating reindeer.

And that's about it.

Toodles and goodnight. if i can sleep. I probably'll just fall asleep as soon as i get in bed. the box full of cranes is overflowing. i dropped a bunch of them while moving it so i could clean up my pile of stuff a little and now i'm finding cranes all over my room...

P.S. Did anyone hear about that tunnel that collapsed in boston? not 12 hours before that my dad was driving through there. also before when that scaffolding collapsed my family had walked through it a few days before. it's freaky.

P.P.S. OMG I JUST REALIZED I CAN SEE WHO COMMENTED YESTERDAY!!! Unless my brain dies, i don't think there shall be any more bad excuses. Except for the giant month long trip!
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Tuesday, July 11, 2006

hm. i just realized i don't know anyone.
I was inviting people to lunch today (something i've been putting off fora a while because i have a loathing of the phone) and i've got a list of people i'm inviting (it totals five) and 2 can't make it, so then i try and think of more people. and then i can't think of anyone else. Mostly because the few people i can think of hate eachother, or don't know eachother, so it would be awkward. So very awkward.

And today I dug more holes, we're moving a giant rock, so we've got to dig under it. If the lawnmower worked we could probably move it now... damn thing died. Again. Really, it's annoying because my dad (him again, reaccuring theme, no?) goes to mow the lawn and 5 minutes later he will either come in a. given up because the lawnmover died b. calling everything stupid because the lawnmower died c. freaking out because he ran over a bee's nest.

Yep.

I love summer, there's so much random crap to watch on tv. I suppose there is anyway, but we only get.... *counts on fingers* 10 channels, and i'm not usually allowed to be up this late...
>.> <.< >.>
But my mom let me watch south park. Usually my dad watches it on our big tv (which recently died, i'd turned it on and there was sound but no picture, so i restarted it and i saw the pictue and it started shrinking so i was "oh there it is. and there it goes. damn.") and i know he's watching it because he has been for the last fifteen minutes (for all this time i've been watching him from my balcony) but when i come downstairs he changes the channel to the antiques roadshow. Honestly, do they play that show all day? or is he some kind of psychic so that whenever he changes the channel it happens to be on. It's really freaky.

well, goodnight. digging it hard work. atleast we have a nice shovel now, we used to have a not so nice shovel... that made it hard to dig holes...

P.S. because my brain was not functioning yesterday, i mistakenly said that i had made 250 cranes, which was a number i firmly believed in at the time. recent pieces of evidence show that i was being stupid at the time and had only made 150. that's cause i added 50 to 200, not subtracted. i apologize for any misplaced awe.

P.P.S. I know i didn't comment on everyone's sites, it would appear that i hadn't been at my computer all day (a very freakish coincidence) so i will apologize because i'm terrible. really.
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Monday, July 10, 2006

yay, i feel so much better...
and yet, i have no idea why. maybe because i had a dream that didn't center around people i miss. in the dream i had decided to bike to the mall, but a little way into the trip i realized i'd forgotten my helmet, didn't care, saw a wolf, biked for the center of the town i was in, got attacked but kicked the wolf under the jaw. then it came back and bit me, and my mom had to pick me up.

yeah. so much better than feeling stupid for dreaming about someone you barely know anyway... i've practically been kicking myself when i wake up from dreams about school, but the scary part is that they're good dreams...

back to reality, i think? yesterdaymy dad took me shopping, which is apparently better than bringing my brother along? (both are really bad) his idea of shopping is "get stuff, whether or not it is comfortable or the person wearing it will wear it." and that's how i end up with a dresser full of things i will never wear. so after deciding on some clothing, he decides i need hiking boots. i decided i didn't need a pair of hiking boots because my deteriorating chucks made it up and down a mountain no problem. so he drags me over to a wall of hiking boots and makes me try on a bunch that don't fit and keeps asking me to just get a pair of hiking boots. so i'm supposed to choose between really expensive shoes that don't fit and i don't want. hell, i want a pool, not a damn pair of boots i'll barely wear. so i start crying (i'm actually crying right now because thinking of how difficult he makes everything) and so he tells me to "cut that crap out, i don't need to deal with it." I wish he'd get hit by a bus. (and he asked me to give him the url of my blog, heh..)

um. what else. i went to the pond. i hate the pond. all the damn fishies swarm around my feet. i kick them away, but then they come back. damn fishies.

today was a good day. i dug a hole. it's a good hole. then it got too deep and narrow to use the shovel, but out post-hole digger is broken apparently, so i couldn't use that. oh well.

the rest of the day i spent wanting to talk to someone i was talking to all yesterday. so when i was talking to other people i started zoning out and getting all introspective. so i'm not completely fine. but digging made me happy because we've got a new shovel that digging easier. and yes, i'm quite serious about my dad, he makes everything not fun. EVERYTHING.

P.S. I've made 250 paper cranes, they're in a box next to my bed.
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Friday, July 7, 2006

8 more days...
...And I've got so much more stuff to do! I'm leaving the country for a MONTH! OMG! I need so much more clothing and a pair of shoes, my chucks (converses for those who didn't understand that) didn't seem to like being used as hiking shoes, and pants and some shirts, socks... other stuff. So much to do in so little time. And of course I'm gone for my birthday, July 31, and so I've got to do something for that. Make up for 2 years with no celebration. How does sushi sound?

As an early present my dad got me a nice new LITTLE camera. My old one was really big and slow. So now I've got a nice new one that would really fit in my pocket. Really <3.

what else? Oh yeah, i've got a rambling podcast that i've got to host somewhere, it got recorded this morning. Ogg Vorbis is the funniest sounding file name. The funniest I've ever seen.

Um. Yeah. That's just about my day, except that I ate lots of beans and got a haircut. And then I did stuff.

And right now I'm being attacked by insomnia... I feel tired, but the last thing i want to do is sleep. Mostly because of a dream I had last night... I had gotten to Finland and was asking where the bus was from the airport to the camp but nobody could hear me. And then I spotted the bus and was running for it and it pulled away.

That's almost how I feel in life... nobody can hear me even if i feel like i'm screaming, nobody understands... and everything I try to reach leaves right under my nose. Like people I know, they just vanish as soon as school is done. And I miss them... especially the people I don't usually talk to, they're the ones I miss most, because I can't just call them, they don't have myO, they don't have an im account i know of...
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Thursday, July 6, 2006

This is going to be long. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Ok, a whole lot of stuff happened. First of all… what was first? Oh yeah, on the ride up my cousin was asking about “Can I die from anything in this car?” And we were all telling him “No, unless you do something stupid, like drink the gasoline.” Then he kicked me a whole bunch of times because he was so wrapped up in his game that apparently the comfort of other people didn’t matter. But then he wanted to listen to Bohemian Rhapsody (he listened to it at least 7 times on the trip, not to mention all the times he was singing it wrong) so then I got to listen to my iPod, because to set up my aunt’s (filled with all kinds of strange, dull, hard to hear music) was harder for me to set up. So then when we got up there… what..? Um. Oh yeah, we went to my aunt’s church for a whistling contest. I was in a five way tie for first! Well… there were 5 contestants… Oh well, I didn’t even know I could whistle for 3 minutes…

The next day we split into two “teams” the adventure team (w00t! go adventure team!!) and the excitement team. The adventure team, 2 of my aunts, myself, some guy named Dave (my aunt’s friend, he owned the house we were staying at, the parsonage is a mess) and myself all climbed Pine Mountain. It’s a nice little mountain. There’s some Congregationalist or Unitarian camp-thing at the top. We went down their driveway. I got eaten alive by blackflies (apparently they’re attracted to black). One bit me on the neck and I was bleeding pretty badly, so now there’s blood on the tag of one of my t shirts…
Lovely.
The excitement team played mini golf and went to walmart.

Um.. then I met a friend in Gorham, they live in the next town over though. So now I’ve got a penpal. A bit strange in this day and age. Anyway, she’d invited me to a picnic, but it turned out to be after the parade, so we went around looking for her friends. My aunt saw this and kind of freaked out. Hm… this is confusing with all these aunts. My aunt Kathie who is the mother of my cousin freaked out. And then I couldn’t go to the picnic after the parade because I didn’t go to it before… Oh well. It was a church picnic, I usually seem to attract militant conversionists so it’s just as well I didn’t go. Then I got to sell soda in front of my aunt’s church, which (believe it or not) was terribly interesting.

In a nutshell: For those who have had enough of this post, there was a drug bust, some cute little kids, and I was Skiaska: Improver of Moods.

So, the drug bust. There was a parking lot a little ways away, and there was a sketchy blue van next to a red pickup truck. A little farther down the road there was a bridge. On the bridge a bunch of people were walking towards the common, which was across the street. Sorry if that description sucked. So then the police said something (yelled more like) and a guy took off running. They caught him and another guy who took off running, but missed the total sketchbags that were in the blue van. You’ve got to give them credit, they were very smooth. Just moved cars. And in under an hour they were back in business.

Then after the fireworks there was gridlock, and that’s where we made a lot of money. There was this cute little girl who came up and told us “We were going to McDonalds, but now I don’t think we’re going to make it.” Heh. Cute kid. I even got to lead the way down to the scary bathroom in the church basement. My cousin was a good salesman, but had no head for strategy, he wore himself out shouting to nobody.

Um. Oh yeah. Improver of Moods, well, like I said: gridlock. And so I went outside with a sparkly hula-hoop, and was hula-hooping for maybe over an hour. Lots of people when they went by either a) acted like I couldn’t see them and laughed and pointed (damn those girls with too much makeup) b) smiled or c) gave me a thumbs up or told me I was awesome (mostly guys doing this). One car was stopped in front of me and asked if I wanted some money for hula hoping, I just had to walk over there without stopping, so hey, I got a dollar and got some work on ABS OF STEEL!!!! It’s win-win. Or something. Hula-hooping is fun. My aunt made some really big black hula-hoops, I can go from my waist to my neck and back again with them. Can’t do that with the normal ones, nope.

The fireworks were neat. Since sundown there were people launching them from home, and then there was the big town show. It went: Round, round, round, round, round with round in it, roundroundround, round, round with round coming out of it, round, round, round that tended to fall down creating a nice not quite round illusion, round, round, diamond!, roundroundroundroundroundroundroundroundroundround!!!!! And then someone set off a bunch of screaming mimis. And then there were a few weak little home launched shows. Lot of roman candle-y stuff.

And then I went home. The trip home was hard and full of kicking and elbowing. It’s irksome when adults don’t take into account how long your patience has lasted before it snapped when yelling at you for your snapped patience.

Then I helped my mom cut off a bit of the garage door so we can open and close it and worked on my tensegrity tower. I’ve got quite a bit more to do, and I’ve got to find some stretchy cord.

SHARPIE VS. A VERY BAD HABIT!

I do chew my nails, I admit. But I’m trying to break the habit. Nailpolish didn’t work, and it’s too messy to put on. So I’m trying out Sharpie as a deterrent. So far it’s working quite well, I’ve even gotten used to having black nails (what other color would I use?) so now we play the waiting game.

Fin.

P.S. I’m going to Finland for a month in… less than 10 days! OMG!
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Saturday, July 1, 2006

Goodbye for a while!
I'm going up to New Hampshire for the fourth of July. So I'm probably not going to update for a while. It's funny because packing is so easy for me. Mostly just find all my pairs of pants i wear (it's a number that's equal to 3) and then just grab a bunch of black t-shirts. I'm getting picked up at noon tomorrow, so I'm going to pack tonight. I'm going up with 2 of my aunts and my OCD cousin. My aunt and her friend who owns the house are already up there. I'd have gone already, but i wasn't nearly ready that morning, i had to take a shower and get my clothes washed.

Today I woke up late again, played Romance of the Three Kingdoms X, and then my dad and brother left, so my mom and i made nachos and i ate lots of beans with my nachos, because that's the only topping I eat. I'm honestly territorial over my beans.

We watched some stupid TV, and I saw a mouse run through the living room. It's kind of freaky when I see a creature in the house, because I know they're there, just in the walls. I've also had a chipmonk run over my face while I was asleep. So I'm just a bit paranoid.

I was trying to visit everyone's site between 11:45 and midnight, so I opened a bunch of tabs, and then they started being weird at me, so some sites i haven't commented on because either the page or the comments didn't like me. Sorry.

It's kind of odd, but while I was eating, I was thinking of this guy who is three grades below me, (I dunno why I was thinking of him) he's really depressed, but really nice <3. I've got a little bit of a crush on him, but not really... But I want to help him out, he's really sad because a girl he likes dumped him for her creepy stalker (not really, but he does really seem to be stalking her) and then he tried to do something nice for her, and it just turned out worse. And since my own social life is prettymuch nothing, I can't really help with advice. Yeah, I don't know if this helps, because I haven't really asked why she dumped him in the first place... oh well. if anyone has any idea..

Well, see you later... *starts humming I'm Your Villian*

P.S. My summer reading books just arrived in the mail, we ordered them from amazon. It's Haroun and the Sea of Stories and the abridged version of The Count of Monte Cristo. I'm being an over achiever and am reading the unabridged one and I already finished the Salman Rushdie one. It was like Madaline L'Engle (or something) given a sense of humour.
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Thursday, June 29, 2006

(untitled. 'cause i suck at titles)
Today seemed like a very short day. Really.

I prettymuch went shopping, which involved riding around on the cart for 10 minutes while my mom wasn't watching. Which was fun. Very fun actually. I was about to give my brother a ride down a long aisle when she returned. And I got coffee stuff!

And then I went to see the newer Posiden movie. I hate it when movies have to show a myriad of ways in which people die in disasters like that. I don't mind the bit where they're escaping, that made me laugh when there was the pillar of flames, because ship fuel doesn't burn like gasoline, but just watching all those people on the ship (even if it is onscreen) made me really sad. Mostly because of the fact that people don't mind watching this. It's a testimony to barbarism.

And because of that, I was crying. My mom said I'm easily emotionally disturbed, and I don't really blame her for saying that. Atleast she didn't suggest "talking to someone" or "looking for professional help" like my grandma did.

Oh well, and since that concludes my day I shall rant at length about something that really pisses me off.

On DVD's when one is setting the captions and stuff, usually on newer or disney DVD's, there's the option of "English for the hearing impaired." What the hell is that? I'm not hearing impaired, would it kill them to just put English along with Spanish. Couldn't it be "English for the variable noise environment" or "English for people who like to read"? Why not put "Spanish for the English impaired"??? Why do they have to imply, actually it is stating, that everyone who uses this feature has a disability? What's even worse is when they have Subtitles: Spanish, French and then Captions: English for the Hearing Impaired. Is there some sort of law that makes people put the disability label? Does it make people feel nice to say "Hey all you disabled peeps, look what nice feature I put on my DVD, JUST FOR YOU." Really. And in movies that have gunfire and loud swearing, but quiet lines. You don't want to wake up little, impressionable children being woken up, so put the movie on low volume and put on the subtitles.
Not everyone is disabled.

And that's just about it. There was something more, but it's still under development in my brain. Quite funny though, so look for it in the future!!!!! Maybe TOMORROW!
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Wednesday, June 28, 2006

   Yep, I stayed up all last night, and at 6:30 i decided that i may as well go to sleep.

And then I had some strange dreams that I can't remember anything from, but they made me very angry once I woke up. I have no idea why..

Then I went to the pond, played a bit of pickle, and read lots of Paradisio. I didn't swim at all.. Just didn't want to.. I went looking for fish, but only found gossipy sun-bathers.

So then I went to my OCD cousin's house. That was the interesting part of my day. He was "helping" his mom make meatball pizza.. and he was afraid of germs so when cutting the meatballs he refused to touch them, so then we had this huge discussion about why touching things are good. Building immunity and stuff. Then we started talking about "diet" stuff. When they take out everthing natural and put in cancege... y'know, i'm not even going to finish spelling that word, I know i'll get it wrong. Stuff that causes cancer. Yeah.

Then we started talking about how hydrogenated oils (damn those french..) are bad, and why it can be necessary to eat bad things if they're the only stuff available. He's very bad at connecting ideas. I was explaining how letting yourself go every once in a while is fine.


Oh well. And I got into video podcasts. So far I've downloaded happy tree friends (which reminds me: I made lime-ade today, i must go drink some) and Ask a Ninja. BRB for lime-y goodness.

Ok and... that's it? I think and hope it is...

Maybe..

Yep.

Wait...

Nope, actually my mom started looking at flights to Finland today. There's only two arriving, and one arrives at 9 am. (I am picked up at 3) and the other arrives too late.. hm.

And that's the end. Good morning. Er. Night. Er something or another. Both? Maybe.
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Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Damn you Lowes! DAMN YOU I SAY!!!!!
To explain the title, today I decided to be all paranoid and build a RFID blocking wallet (aka: a ducktape wallet with tinfoil inside). And I ran out of red ducktape. Since I just had a little tiny roll, it wasn't a surprise. So I just figured I'd head to the hardwear store and get more red. BUT THEY HAD NO COLORS. So I was acting dramatic. And then quickly got over it to get some dowels for a tensegrity tower thing.

Today I did that, and ate lunch, which consisted of most of a jalepeno and sausage pizza slice. I was crying from the hotness of the peppers.

Yesterday.. what happened yesterday? I can't remember anymore!!!!! Why have my memories been stolen away..

Oh yeah, now I remember: Yesterday was torture because I woke up and thought "I'm going to play Final Fantasy Tactics Advance." And then I looked around and could't find it T.T
So then I thought "Hm. If I can't play FFTA, why not play FF Crystal Chronicles" And i couldn't find that either.

The moral of the story: Keep a very good eye on your final fantasy. You never know when it'll slip away.


Another Random Story: Today when I went downstairs, nobody was home and there were surveyors outside. Nobody told them what to do, so WTF were they doing??? We're paying them $800 dollars to drag their fat asses out here, so shouldn't they be doing something worth it? Damnit. I loathe liberals. They have ideals they don't want to pay for, and they're making it such a pain to get a pool.

Hey. I don't know where the random facts about me went. Probably on vacation to Guatemala. I did a project on Guatemala, very nice place, but very poor. Very poor indeed. And now I shall go back to whatever it is I do.

What do I do?
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Sunday, June 25, 2006

y'know, 2 am really is a bad time to be awake...
That's what i found out a little while ago, it's really boring. Nobody seems to be around. Which is strange, because there's plenty of people around at 3 am. So, right after this post I'm going to sleep, and i'll be around in the morning. Or maybe early afternoon. You never know.

So I watched Mission Impossible 3 on thursday, at a very nice theater, I think I mentioned it before? It only shows one movie a week, and it's a movie that's about to come out on DVD anyway.. Very nice, not too sticky, synthetic, or money grubbing. Nice menu too.

And so, even after watching a nice late movie, I barely fulfilled the barely-concious (spelling anyone?) requirement that is the last day of school. AND. (drumroll please) I got a decent (my dad would say bad, but i'm not that good at long papers) grade on my last history paper!!!!! w00t! and all my finals went well. nothing too bad. i got a few B's on finals, but they were very high B's. And as Almare reminded me I got an award in math (everyone did, but mine was special) It's the "If I understand your t-shirts, I feel smart" Award.

And then after an edge of my seat thriller of a day (never know if i may magically fail a class or something) I went to dinner with my OCD cousin. And then went to sleep. Actually I played runescape, because I had nothing better to do.

Today I had to go to my Grandmama's house. Blech. But first I ate taquitos. It's a 2 hour drive in both directions, and she overcooks all her food. There's really no point in visiting, but on the way down we got to listen to my iPod. Yay iPod.

Speaking of which my aunt just bought an iPod. She did. But the dealer says her radio is strange, so she must use a crappy FM transmitter that plugs into her cigarette lighter. It has lots of static and usually unplugs itself. But my dad (who's car we drove down in) is a mini cooper, so he's got the hardwired hookup.

Whenever someone says something can't be done, it just makes me want to prove them wrong.

Someone, my un-caffinated mind cannot quite figure it out (methinks i'm addicted) probably dbzfreak93 has just put me in the mood to make paper cranes. Now I cannot sleep. Not that I would anyway. But still.

And one last little part of my desprate attempt to stave off sleep and boredom (maybe not the last, I don't know, probably not) I don't like the start of summer. I suddenly don't see people that I talk to a lot, they all just vanish. And then I am sad. Because I miss people, and I can't find them. So I'm sad and lonely. Sad, lonely, and very easily depressed.

bwah. now i'll go read paradisio... i need more books. i was reading a chick-flicky vampire novel for god's sake... well, i was tired of reading about how beowulf was going to kill a dragon... good night. or not. maybe i won't go to sleep. i tried being nocturnal last summer, now i could try not sleeping at all.....

P.S. I just watched Ferris Bueller's Day off, very funny.

P.P.S. Nobody knows classic movies anymore. Goddamnit I don't want to see walk the line again. And I don't need to see an entire empty section of just one video.

P.P.P.S. I'm going to fall asleep, I just know it.

Sorry!: I blamed/credited the wrong person for the sudden crane making fanaticism. It was actually yashi katasan93. Oops. Told you my brain wasn't functioning all that well. Oh well. Sorry.
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