| Looooong time no see |
[Jul. 24th, 2006|10:48 pm] |
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| | "Photograph" -- Nickelback | ] |
So, yes, this has been pretty much abandoned... If you're interested in seeing what's going on in my life, check my deviant site.
Umm... At UDel for the summer taking classes. Love it.
Ok.
That's it.
I'm done.... |
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| Long time no see |
[May. 7th, 2006|07:32 pm] |
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| |  Chipper | ] |
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| | "Machete" -- Daddy Yankee | ] |
Hey. I don't think I even updated after my trip to Costa Rica, so that's were we'll start.
The first day we just flew down and relaxed in the hotel. The second day, we went to La Fortuna, where we stayed in a hotel called Luigi's (go figure... An Italian restaurant in Costa Rica...) Anyway, the food wasn't that great there, but the pool was right across from my room. While we were there, we got to wander around the town a little (which was ok.) We went to visit the Poas Volcano and lagoon. It was foggy, so we never got to see the actual volcano, but we got a good shot of the lagoon. Then we went to the Arenal Volcano and corresponding lake. The volcano is active-- so active, in fact, that in the day we saw boulders spilling out the top (well, we saw the dust trails as they rolled down.) We went back at night and actually got to see a little lava. At the lake, we went Kayaking.
From La Fortuna we went to Monteverde, where we stayed at a hotel called Poco a Poco. The first hotel to have hot water and water pressure, mind you, so I liked it. :) We went ziplining through the rainforest which was OH-MY-GOD awesome! If you ever get a chance to do it, fork up the $90 and get on the line! Then we went on a hike through the cloud reserved (it was so high up, occasionally you walked through clouds, though that didn't happen to us.) For the most part it was enjoyable, save for the gaggle of preps behind me that wouldn't shut up. While we were there, we saw a Quetzal (goole it, if you can.) Gorgeous. The next morning we went horseback riding. Nothing exciting, really, but the scenery was, as everywhere else, lovely.
After Monteverde, we went to Jaco beach and stayed at the Terazza (I think I spelled that right.) The beach was black-sand (actually more brown.) The one day we went to this awesome (I'm running out of adjectives) beach. Here's a link to a picture I took. Looks like a postcard. The one day was supposed to be free, but, of course, two wonderful examples of my classmates decided to go down to the beach with two strange guys and buy drinks. My mom was there, so I got to hang out with her all day instead of get burnt on the beach for 3 hours in the morning.
Spent the last night back at the first town, San Jose, at a different hotel because the one we stayed at before wouldn't give us the rooms again. It was old, and there were cockroaches, so I didn't mind leaving until we got to the airport. It was really sad saying goodbye to the tour guide (Fransisco), who was really nice. The ride home (on the second plane) was MIS-ER-A-BLE. I gave up my seat so a little 4 year old could sit with his mom. In turn, I sat between a fat old, gross man who snored so loud he woke himself up, and took half of my leg space. Mind you, by the time we got back in Atlanta, Georgia, it was 9, our plane was delayed, so it was about 12:30. I'd been up since 6:30, and I wanted to sleep. On the other hand, the guy to my left was a Spanish teacher, and he was talking to me a lot. It was cool.
In the mean-time! Home for track and not happy. Now I love Roxy, but when I left for vacation, she couldn't clear 4'4". I get back and she's cleared 4'7", one inch better than my personal best. By the end of the season, she could do 4'8", and I was still at 4'6". Not fair!! ARG! I improved a lot in triple (which I hope to practice over the summer.) I was doing 25'11", then all the sudden, one day at practice, I got 27'6". Practice is over now, but I'm still at 4'6".
Um... I've gotten into photography since my trip, so... Here is my deviant site.
Oh, it also got me into Reggaeton. Look up Lo Que Paso Paso by Daddy Yankee. :) |
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| Oh goody, it's the weekend! |
[Mar. 11th, 2006|11:30 pm] |
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| | Tired | ] |
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| | "They're coming to take me away" -- Napolean XIV | ] |
Only a little sarcastic in the title... I'm glad for a chance to relax and just do whatever (this week has been nuts with track starting), but I hate being stuck at home. I read to much of this fanfic, and it made me sort of depressed. Gaaah. And the person I kind of had a crush on was apparently out on a date... or so I'm guessing by his AIM away message. But ah well, life continues. Who cares, right? There are about 3.2 billion other guys out there... (1/3 of which in America are obese and probably only about... 1/70 of which in the entire world are in the right age group. XD) Anyone wanna do that math?
Good.
Don't tell me.
Anyway, the world has stopped spinning and I'm not on myspace! Le'gasp! I'm part of the masses now. Shut up and click the link. <<-- That is, essentially, my myspace motto. I will never post blogs there, though. Keep checking here.
Blaaaaaah.
24 days (about) until I know where or not I got accepted to the governor's school. I told my mom not to tell me until Friday night, even if it comes on Monday. >.> I really want to go! Gaah. SO IMPATIENT!
Other than that, I have been largely uninspired recently. Not much progress has been made on Vauhgron, and I feel really bad about that... Well, hopefully I'll find time over the summer, or something to intrigue me. If anyone can think of any really inspiring movie or book or something, let me know.
Jeez. It's not even midnight and I'm tired... My eyes have been horribly blood-shot the past week. I think I should go to bed earlier.
On the bright side, Mom, Dad, and I are going out to the Olive Garden tomorrow for dinner. |
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| Track |
[Mar. 8th, 2006|09:18 pm] |
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| |  Sore but happy | ] |
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| | "Chijou no Seiza" -- Fushigi Yuugi | ] |
I decided to make this post about Track. It's going good so far. I'm not as horribly out of shape as I thought I'd be. It definately doesn't hurt as much this year as it did last year. And it's awesome-- we're at the park already! Last year it took us about 2.5 weeks to get up there... (and workouts at the school suck. Especially since the gym is always about 80 degrees.) And the high jump pit is even out already! Sweet! I worked on long jump today, and I'm not doing too bad. >.> The coach said I have a nice take off. Then I went to the high jump for the last few minutes. Scissor-kicked 3'6" like it was nothing, and cleared 4' properly with about 2" to spare (according to onlookers). Raised the bar to 4'2" and progressively got worse for the following reasons: 1) I didn't have my steps down; 2) It was the end of practice. I was tired. Yep. Overall though, I'm happy with the way it went.
Um... Yea... I just miss my free time. I have spent a whopping 15-25 minutes writing this week. And I'm wasting more time, now! Darn it! *kicks self in bum* WRITE.
Byee!
Oh, and the music, still the same as last post. XD It's terrible. I even have Tasuki wallpapers on both computers. (And they're different.) >.> |
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| Blah |
[Mar. 3rd, 2006|06:15 pm] |
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| |  Meh | ] |
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| | "Heart ni KIRAboshi Sakashitare" -- Fushigi Yuugi | ] |
Well, I meant to update quite a while ago, but livejournal decided not to work on my upstairs computer, so I never got around to doing it. Sumimasen~!
I've been in a Fushigi Yuugi swing the past week. I have re-read all 16 manga (and now thoroughly wish I had bought 17, instead of Angel Sanctuary 5 (which I had already read)), and am half way done with watching the OAV again. >.> It's more inspirational than last time I saw it. Last time I watched it it was just massively depressing. (Ok, it still is. I feel so bad for Tasuki! Aiya...) But it's given me some motivation.
Not planning much this weekend. Just heading over to 0uka's for a bit. She needs help with the AR script, and I want to talk to her about the new project we're working on... >.> e.e I have so much to do!
School is going well enough, I suppose. 95+ in all of my classes, or so I assume. Maybe an 85 in P.E. 'cuz I haven't done a project yet but oh well. >.> Gym projects. *snorts* I'm a member of the track team? Isn't that good enough? XD My mean coach makes me run a mile every day at practice. Lay off... Jerks....
ANYWAY
Not much else to say really, but
Nick, you jerk, where's my Rammstein!?!?
Ok, now that that's said...
Weee~...
I'm off to look for sheetmusic.
Torappu ni kanjiru...
Oh, and the music... I told you, didn't I? |
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| Blah >P |
[Feb. 15th, 2006|05:11 pm] |
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| |  anxious | ] |
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| | "Numb" -- Darling Violetta | ] |
I really don't know what to write, but I feel bad for not updating, so, here goes:
I've had an easy week so far, actually. For some reason, no one feels like doing anything, and the teachers aren't really complaining. I've worked (meaning took notes) in Blau's class all week. But in Calc, we've managed to get Weaver off topic a lot. Today, 4 people were out (and that's a lot, considering there's maybe 18 people in the class), so we literally spent the entire 90 minute period just having a class discussion on anything from 'How do we know squirrels don't rule the world?' to 'What exactly is a soul?' XD I love that class.
Oh, and Blau's paper is actually going pretty well. I found a lot of stuff that's helping me. I now know I'm going to prove that democracy cannot prosper where poverty exists, and the third world countries are stuck in 'poverty traps.' I should hope that the term poverty trap is pretty self explanatory.
Tonight's the band concert. I can't wait to get it over with, but it's really disorienting. I usually sit next to the french horn, but now she's on the other side of the stage and in her place there's a harp. >.> The music sounds a lot cooler with the harp part though.
On a better note ('cuz the above was bad?), Kyle might be coming down to visit this weekend. ^.^ Squee. And I'll be 17 in a week from Thursday! And Nick will be 17 a week from Saturday, Kat 15 (I think. She's a freshman), also a week from Sat. Then Kyle will be 16 a week from Sunday, and 0uka 16 a week from my birthday! Geez. How many friends do I have whose birthdays are at the end for Feb- early March? Anyone else, speak up! Hah! Anyway, I know exactly what I'm getting for my birthday. I even tried them on to make sure they fit. XD A spiffy skirt, shirt and pair of shoes from Hot Topic! w0oT! Maha...
Ok, I think that's enough. That was more than I thought I could say. XD
Ja ne, minna-san. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 3rd, 2006|02:46 am] |
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Taco, just so you know,
I'm not entirely ok either, and you're not helping.
Don't disappear, but stop it with 'the clingy.' |
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| I hate subjects |
[Feb. 2nd, 2006|09:34 pm] |
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| | "Masquerade" -- SADS | ] |
I also hate research papers. I handed in my rough outline to Blau yesterday, got it back today, and I feel like he scrapped everything I thought of. Granted, my thesis wasn't the greatest and I knew it, but... I'm trying to prove that democracy will not work as a "cure all." I chose to research Burma (because it failed there), Somalia (because it failed there, too), Palestine (obvious), and the Latin America countries in general. He's telling me I don't have a good "scope" (i.e. countries from all over the world.) Hello? Somalia is in Africa, Burma is just south of China and west of Vietnam, Palestine is middle east, and Latin America is well.... Latin America. So maybe I do need something from East Europe, ok, fine. He also says that they aren't 'major' places (Burma and Somalia, anyway). Well, what does that matter? They're still part of the world. And guess what, if they can't use democracy, it means that it can't be a cure all. He wants me to look into Russia and China. Well, China HASN'T HAD A FAILED ATTEMPT AT DEMOCRACY YET! They haven't even gone Democratic yet, for gods' sake! Russia? They aren't doing too well economically, but it's not that bad. *screams* Besides, how's that for a good 'scope.' Two countries right next to each other? WTF? I hate to say this, but what is he thinking? I think I'm just going to ignore him and do whatever I want anyway. Rough outlines are a waste anyway. They serve no point other than drafting ideas. I still like him and his class, though. He's very liberal. I'm just frustrated.
On the better side, I managed to run a mile again today in gym. I hope I can get myself in shape for track, but I really hope Hartzell lightens up a little this year. A mile a day is just too much. It wears the body down and doesn't give it time to recover: even the weekends don't help that much.
That's all. I just had to vent.
I've been doing a lot of that.
Oh, and I got an 84 on my world cultures test (Blau's class), and a 95 on my calc test (Weaver's class). Quiz tomorrow in Spanish on 'ser' and 'estar'. Stupid Spanish people. I don't understand why I get the difference between 'iru', 'aru', and 'desu' in Japanese, but I can't get 'ser' and 'estar' in Spanish. >.>
Blah. |
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| Hehe. It's Jan. 31, 9:30 pm but.... |
[Feb. 1st, 2006|02:29 am] |
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| |  Annoyed | ] |
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| | "Headstrong" -- Trapt | ] |
The update says right now that it's Feb. 1, 2:30 am. Hehe
Anyway, mostly here to rave.
My dad is a jerk.
Tonight after dinner I was working on my calc homework and could not for the life of me figure out what the one question was asking, so I looked the answer up in the back of the book to see if I could work backwards. (It didn't help.) Anyway, my dad says something to the effect of "No wonder she comes home with a 97 GPA. She's got the answers in the back of the book."
Problem Number 1: My calc teacher does not grade us on homework in any way, shape, or form.
Problem Number 2: How do the answers in the back of a book help me on a 100 point quiz?
Problem Number 3: Hey, Dad, can you do calc? Didn't think so.
Problem Number 4: My GPA was 101.275, not 97. Give me more credit.
Problem Number 5: I didn't cheat to get my 101.275 GPA. I worked to get it, thanks.
Problem Number 6: The above GPA comes from last quarter, when I didn't even have calc.
Problem Number 7 (Which relates to 6): Physics, I never got bookwork. Those answers didn't help.
Problem Number 8 (Which relates to 6 & 7): There are no answers when you're analyzing Hamelt, Beowulf, or L'Mort d'Arthur. There are, additionally, no answers while writing essays. And there wasn't even a textbook in health.
*hyper-ventilates*
I'm better.
So, anyway, I think I did 'eh' on both my world cultures and my calc test today. Thank god I didn't take AP chem or else I would have had three tests in a row. (Haha Morgan. I will never stop laughing at you.)
'Cuz Morgan reads my lj. *rolls eyes*
Other than that, nothing big going on.
There's a cool new girl in school named Sara. She fits in with our group so well it's scary. Makes me wonder what's wrong with the world. XD
Maha.
I think I'm done.
Si esta es la calle que yo necesito andar, yo pienso que yo ando solo.
Si esta es la vida que yo necesito vivir, yo reconozco que vivía solo.
Kono yo ga daikirai desu ga... nani o suru no ka? Dare mo ni iwanai. Sore demo, jiyuu to shiawase na ga kanjiru. |
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| Me o tojite to... |
[Jan. 30th, 2006|03:01 am] |
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| | Push -- Sarah McLachan | ] |
... omowanai.
Somehow, I'm doing pretty well. I'm really not sure how.
Mom didn't want me home much this weekend; she thought it'd be good for me to get out. I went to the mall Saturday at about noon, got home, stayed there for about an hour and a half, and was over at 0uka's by 3ish. Hung out until about 5:30 when her grandparents picked us up and took us to Kim's birthday party. (Happy B-day, Kim! I hope your sweet 16 year goes better than mine has!) Played everything from truth and dare to spin the bottle to man hunt. (Well, ok, I didn't play man-hunt. It was too cold outside, and the Kyles, 0uka and Ashley were there.) I'm mad at Kyle (Ross). When we were playing spin the bottle, to spice it up we decided people should use tongue when they were comfortable with it, and he gave everyone tongue EXCEPT me. >( ;.; Not fair.
We went back to 0uka's, taking Kyle and Ashley with us. Nothing really exciting happened, other than the fact that Kyle is very allergic to 0uka's poor cat, Stag, and the lot of us were jacked up on sugar and caffine. We didn't go to bed until about 5:30 (we were in the middle of warching Clockwork Orange {which, by the way, sucks compared to the book.}) I got up at a little after 9 because my internal clock was screaming at me that it was about 1 in the afternoon, so I wasn't tired. Got home at noon and slept most of the afternoon cause I didn't get enought sleep... this... morning. yea. Anyway.
Again, Nikolai, 0uka, Donny, Eva, and Kyle (I forgot you last time, shame on me. *kiss*), thanks for your support. It means a lot.
yey. Tomorrow I got to school.
And I get to write essays in spanish. I need to pick up a graphic novel every night to make sure my Japanese grammar doesn't slip. This is gonna be an uber pain in the butt. I hope that Korean and Chinese have grammar similar to Japanese.
Buena suerte para el día nuevo.
Kono setsunai kioku wa atatakai da kedo... |
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| Maybe it is just me |
[Jan. 28th, 2006|03:35 pm] |
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You can read his livejournal here.
Maybe the feeling wasn't a mutual as I thought. Maybe it was just me that was falling apart. |
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| Setsunai namida |
[Jan. 28th, 2006|04:08 am] |
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| |  Lost & Abandoned | ] |
Nov. 7 2004- Jan. 27 2006
Taco
We broke up today. It was not at all clean though. We were bothing having doubts. He wondered 'what it'd be like to be single again.' I was wondering if I could really spend forever with him. We both still have feelings for each other, so it's really hard. They just weren't enough to keep us together anymore. Or maybe it's just me that feels this way. I don't hate him, I don't want to lose him, I just don't love him anymore. Seeing him cry made it so much worse, and I'm not sure if this is what I really want.
I can't seem to stop crying. It hurts so bad. Over the 14 months we were dating, he became someone I depended on so much. He's not going to disappear from my life. Before I was just empty- apathetic. Now I feel like I'm standing all alone in a forest blindfolded.
Thanks 0uka, Nikolai, Eva, Donny, everyone, for being there for me. Your support means so much. Just don't talk to me about it for a while.
I'm sorry if this is incoherent; it's just about how I'm thinking.
Precari give me strength... |
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| Long time no write |
[Jan. 26th, 2006|10:23 pm] |
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| | Not good | ] |
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| | Snow White -- Boa | ] |
Where have I been since November what... 27th?
Around.
School: Decent. I got a 92 on my health final, a 96 on physics, 93 in writing with style. Don't know about english yet, and I haven't gotten my report card yet, but I'm not too worried. Gym stinks. I have to wear this 'heart rate monitor' thing. Apparently, I have to get better at controlling my heart rate while I'm jogging. *eye roll* Sure.
Oh, and this morning sucked. I accidently locked the outside front door, and when the bus came, I couldn't get it open. Luckily the bus-driver saw me and waited until I ran around the back.
Band: Not good. I. Hate. Stormquest. With a passion. Parts 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, and 15. (Don't ask about 13 and 14, because I have no clue.)
Vauhgron: Good but slow. I have finished remastering the first 3 of 13 chapters and gotten some good progress on Soren's half.
Side project: For times when I feel like writing but not Vauhgron, I have a side story I'm working on. No title yet, but it's inspired by Kaori Yuki's Angel Sanctuary, Philip Pullman's The Amber Spyglass, and Dogma. I've gone really in depth with hierarchies of angels and demons. And usefill info on angels or demons is much appreciated. 0uka will draw it as a second project to help her learn to 'manage her time better' as she says.
A lot of other things are going on that I won't mention here, but I knew I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.
That's all I can think of for now.
Ja |
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| 1 month |
[Nov. 28th, 2005|03:32 am] |
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| |  Somehow Hyper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Hemisphere" -- Maaya Sakamoto | ] |
Haha! A month and a day since my last update.
Let's see. What have I done this past month. A lot.
Band: Is over until Jan. 2 when pit band starts for the musical. We marched in the Nation's Parade in New York on November 11th (and froze our butts off for 3 hours because the parade started late.)
Random Quote: Nick: OMG! you're alive!
And the Friday before that, the band actually had a fan cheering section sitting to the left that slowly overflowed into out section of the bleachers, but then stopped moving as the second half loomed forth, and we ended up losing the entire section as the football team lost 43-6 (or some such score.)
November 12th, Mom, Donna, Kara, Taco, and I all piled into the mini-van to see TSO. Chris is hysterical. Love him. ^.^ He won the lottery and couldn't decide whether to do something responsible or something fun (like a vacation to Hawaii). In the end, the responsible side won and he filled up his car with gas. He also declared that his one hotel room was so small he put the key in the lock and a window broke. (It's funnier if you actually hear this guy.) In the end of the concert, he and the other guitarist got on a platform that rose 20' up in the air. And there was pretty green fire. That burned some of the chairs, I swear (they had some lighters in the vacant seating areas) because I could smell burning plastic. Bet they'll never be allowed to do that again. The only thing that bad about the concert was we had floor seats. (Boo.)
November 5th, as Taco and I were about to celebrate our 1 year anniversary, we were roughly 4 blocks from his house STOPPED at a red light, and a motorcyclist decided to hit the side of his mom's car (which he was driving.) The guy on the bike was fine, and so was Taco (it hit his side of the car), although the day was totally messed up.
First quarter of school is over. GPA: 100.300. Mr. Pyne (my writing with style teacher, best English teacher I've ever had), loved my film analysis of Psycho so much he was jealous. (And proceeded to photo-copy it and hand it out to everyone else {10 people} in my class, and then give a copy of it to the head of the English department {Mrs. Edgecomb}.) Exciting stuff, man. Really.
Shoot me now.
Vauhgron is going... decent, but not as well as I hoped it to. I've started another side project about a war between heaven and hell (or some such nonsense) for times when I want to type and don't feel like working on Vauhgron. (Reading The Amber Spyglass and writing a literary analysis on it as well as watching Dogma in the past few weeks has apparently had a religious affect on my brain. {And no, don't worry, I'm NOT going Christian.})
And :P to Mr. Pyne. He makes me want to write essays. I need to start writing down ideas I get for them...
Austin has come and gone (Nick, you never came over... *glare*). Mom's upset again. (She never takes his leaving gently.) (I like parentheses in this entry. Noticed much?)
Oh, and Nikolai and Ouka, I need ideas for Christmas for you two (and that 'I don't know' or 'I don't want anything' crap is not gonna work this year, damn it!) |
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| And thou I still not seeketh |
[Oct. 27th, 2005|02:43 pm] |
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| | Backlogged | ] |
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| | "Jealous" -- Dir en grey | ] |
It's been a while since I updated and SOMEONE *cough*taco*cough* keeps nagging at me to update, so, here I am. And don't ask about the title of the post. No clue.
I've pretty much given up on the downstairs computer, so I need to work on brainwashing I-chan (upstairs comp. Is it odd that I'm naming my comp?) into hating the rest of the world and freezing whenever someone else even tries to touch his mouse. (I can't get over the fact that that almost sounds dirty. o.O)
Oh, and Feld, if you read this: I hate you. Please, seriously, never speak to me again. I'm serious, too, so don't even dream of scoffing this off.
Emotionally, I'm not doing so well. I need to read about 500 pages by Monday for my writing with style class, but in order to do that, I can't do anything else at home between now and then other than read. And I'm getting word back-log (which is NOT healthy for me), so I'm kinda not good on that. It's ok, though, because I know pretty well what I want to analyze, I just need to find passages, so if I have to I can cop out of reading all 720 pages. Anyway, that has to do with emotional health because it (along with my film analysis essay and impending term paper) is making me very stressed. (Oh, and for those who don't know what I mean when I say word backlog, here's a brief explanation. I write to keep myself sane and somewhat emotionally well, and if I don't write enough, I get depressed and very easily irritable.)
Marching band is almost over, which I am kind of glad of. This season was not the greatest (as may be noted in some of my previous posts). Practice tomorrow (on a FRIDAY, no less), and I really just do not feel like going. It would have its plusses, too. It would mean that I can't go to the football game and parade on Saturday (which will literally take from 11 in the morning until 11 at night), and therefore I won't have to listen to Gem and her friends throw (sometimes good) music in a DVD player and listen to the lot of them sing horribly off key and mutilate good songs such as "Dragostea Din Tei" (sp?) and "Boulevard of Broken Dreams".
I get a few weeks off (at which point I hope to get a job), and then pit band starts, which I'm looking forward too. It's Mr. Paine (world's best band director EVER!), and I'll be playing my flute instead of my trombone, so that should be good. Now I seriously need to write some of my story or this word backlog is going to drive me to do something drastic (that no one will appreciate). |
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| Random babble |
[Oct. 13th, 2005|12:56 pm] |
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| | Blah | ] |
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| | "Bleed American" -- Jimmy Eat World | ] |
First, led me start by saying this afternoon kind of sucked. I was carrying my old computer speakers downstairs so I could hook them up and have music when I was working on my Halloween costume for the parade, and what do I do but knock over the fan. Of course, the one blade broke. Boom. Busted fan. Then I was sewing with my mom's old Singer, and, of course, what happens but the needle breaks and the foot snaps out of place. Might I also say that last night I broke a glass because I went to shake out the water and smacked it against the faucet.
That's that.
School is going well, I suppose. I have a 97 in Writing with Style, 98 in physics, and a 98 in health II. I can only assume my grades in english (probably 91), and band (most likely a 94), so I think my GPA is looking good. With weights that equals... about a 99.6. Yey! Last I checked, I was 10th out of 300 people in my class with an overall GPA of 96.523 (or something like that).
Also on a good note, I'm first trombone this year in concert band. ^.^ Granted, Cooper is slacking because he's first in jazz, so he took third in concert. But oh well. It's still a big compliment.
The ASD band festival got postponed AGAIN to who knows when. *Crosses fingers* Not Sunday. Not Sunday!
I think that'll do for now. Bye-bye! |
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| Another drab post |
[Oct. 10th, 2005|08:48 am] |
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| | Depressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Another Innocent Girl" -- Alkaline Trio | ] |
There are so many things I could put here, but I will refrain from doing so for fear of being stoned to death by some of my friends. Suffice to say, a few of them are being highly hypocritical, and they are starting to drive me insane. One of these days... *sigh*
Today it another one of my lovely attempts at a mental health day that, oddly enough, always seem to fail. While I finally have time to myself to do whatever it is I feel like doing, it also gives me too much time to think. Hence, I get depressed again. I need a few days solidly to myself, where I don't have anything to do for several days straight, and I can sleep in until 10:30 without feeling like I've wasted too much of the day. *sigh again*
I've devided that all the work I've done on my halloween costume is going to come undone-- I think I've thought of a better way to make it. I'm going to work on that as soon as I'm done here, so... yea...
Last night I hosted a movie night with some of my friends. Nick, Amy, Donny, Lou, Tenchi, and, of course, Taco and I. Nick and Amy look so cute together. ^.^ Nick actually looks happy with Amy, as opposed to his near-cringing habits with his ex. (Who I do like, just not when she's going out with him.) I felt bad for Tenchi-- the male-female ratio was not equal, and she was the odd one out. :/ We'll have to be more careful about that next time. xD Again, there's much more I could say, but I won't out of respect for those mentioned above...
I miss you, Taco... :( And it's only Monday.
Yey. This week is band hell week. Tuesday: Allentown Band Festival (5:30-11:00); Wednesday: PSAT's 1st and 2nd period (7:30-10:30); Friday: Away football game (Palisades); Saturday: Tamaqua Band Festival. Oi. I hope we get best band front. *crosses fingers*
And now, for a random sentence that will receive no clarification. Gomenasai gozaimasu, Nik-kun.
Oh, the things that torment us... |
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| Insomnia |
[Oct. 3rd, 2005|02:04 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Tired (I wanna sleep) | ] |
WAAAAARG! Ok, this is really getting annoying. When I get stressed out and I'm trying to sleep, my thighs break out into rash that itch like all hell. And no, scratching does not help. Neither does lotion. Or a cold wash cloth. Or ignoring it. I have been up inconsistently since midnight, and I'm now thoroughly tired.
But let's update everything else now.
Silks: really sucks right now. There are a lot of freshmen who just don't care, and they're dragging us down. Badly. We hurt. :(
School: is going well, though I still loathe it. Passing all of my classes with an A of one sort or another.
Health: Ignoring above, sucks as well. I'm still sick. And now it's made its way into my chest and I've been coughing a lot. Another reason why I can't sleep tonight.
Taco: is doing well. ^.^ I'm happy he's not working at Turkey Hill again until Thanksgiving. It's good for him: he won't be so stressed now. But I miss him. :(
Stress: level is rising. I've been very bad these past few weeks.
Emotional: welfare is varied. Some days I'm good, some days I'm not. But at least I'm not suffering from word build-up anymore, although I'm still not writing as much as I wish I could.
My legs are feeling remotely better, so I'm going to try and sleep again. |
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| Ren Faire and such |
[Sep. 18th, 2005|10:43 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Song of Mana" -- Legend of Mana Soundtrack | ] |
Well, I can't remember all of what happened since my last update, so I'll start with commenting on past entries. Marching band: We're doing the good routine for "Crazy in Love", which, of course, makes me very happy. Other issues are arising relating to marching of the field and taking 8 steps by 5 yards (which some people aren't doing) and our straight lines being not so straight anymore. English, had a vocab test (24/24), and a Tale of Two Cities test (60/75). Physics had a quiz (19/20). Writing with style, got to watch Super Size Me. Good movie, but if you have a weak stomach, the second you hear classical music, close your eyes and don't open them again until it stops...
Yesterday I went to the Ren Faire up in Tuxedo Park, NY. We had a full van. My mom, her cousin, her counsin's "little sister", the "little sister's" boyfriend, Mom's cousin's niece, me and Ouka. It was very different from the one in PA. The NY one was more... comical? None of the plays were serious (not that it was bad, mind you, but it wasn't very authentic.) It was also smaller. There weren't as many shops. I found this awesome stand, where this guy was selling really nice wooden flutes and, get this, wooden saxes. They were the weirdest looking things, and you wouldn't expect them to sound like real saxes, but they did. I would have bought one for Nick if they hadn't been $65. xD
Um... Taco's coming over today after work. ^.^ (Ruth is being mean. He worked 3-11 last night, and had to work 8-12 this morning.) *dances* I miss Taco-kun! ;.;
Well, that's all I can think of.
Ja ne minna-san! |
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| S.O.A.F.B. |
[Sep. 6th, 2005|05:12 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Livid | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Take Me Away" - Avril Lavigne | ] |
That's right, S.O.A.F.B.
I hate the silks instructor. She's really pissing me off. The rest of the squad might as well quit and we can give the whole routine to the captain. I mean, she's the only one who can do anything anyway. The rest of us are just all incompetent. Today, she took out a toss for everyone but the blurdy captain, so the rest of us are just standing there watching her do it. And then, oh, you know, God FORBID that we should do a routine for "Crazy in Love" It's an upbeat song, and we have six members of the squad up doing the (lesbian-slut {according to Tenchi}) dance. And what do those with the flags do? Left. Center. Right. Center. Front. Center. Back. Center. Left. Center. Right. Center. Front. Center. Back. Center. Left. Down. Over. Up. Left. Down. Over. Up. (Keep up with me here, this is where it gets hard.) Left spin. Left spin. Left spin. Left spin. And that's AFTER I mark time 28. And then, after about 32 counts, I stop doing the routine and just keep doing left spins until I get to my spot.
Oi.
It's so hard, I don't think I'm ever gonna get it. (Ignoring the fact that that is the FIRST routine you learn for try-outs, and we use it every-single-parade.)
Limited skill level.
Wonder why...
And you wanna know WHY we have a stupid routine? Because people "just stop doing it." WELL NO CRAP! We practiced the routine a total of, what, ONCE! Yea, I think that numbers right. The other problem? Oh yea, you went and switched people's numbers. (2's did the same routine, but the moves backwards, so left spin for 1's = right spin for 2's.) So yea, no wonder people stopped. We never practiced the routine. And, why no, we don't know the routine for "Can you feel the love tonight." Why not? BECAUSE YOU NEVER EVEN TOLD US WHAT THE MOVES WERE!!!!!! RAAAARRRRRRRRR! *rips hair out* I wanna shoot her!
So, in other news, I've decided I don't much like my english teacher, either. She picks favorites. And gives us ridiculous assignments, like drawing character lists for certain chapters of a book we had to read over the summer. Granted, I have character charts for the work we had to hand in, but now I'm doing it by CHAPTERS?? WTF? But I did get 155/160 on the summer work... Which she held us after the bell to hand out.
On the bright side, periods one and two are good. My physics teachers is really good, and the class goes fast. Then second period, I like Mr. Pyne, and the class (writing with style), so my day is good until 3rd period, where it goes downhill until lunch (where it's stable), then downhill until band (where it goes up), and downhill again in health.
Oh, and back to marching band, practice is now at the park because the annual bonfire was on top of the water well, and somehow spread arsenic all over the football player's practice field, so they moved to our field, and we got shoved to the park. God, I hate this town.
And let's not forget this-- I won't see Taco at all this weekend. I have a parade Sat. morning from 10-3ish, and he works from 3-11. Sunday, he workds 12-8, and then gets shoved back up on campus.
Life is such a bitch.
Better get going now— Mom should be home soon and I have bullshit homework assignments to do.
Bye-bye! |
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