What *is* the Junior Olympics? Do you have torches and rings and crap? And lucrative advertising deals?

Been reading through all of Ranwa's archives, since Jen makes me feel guilty with her cumulative blog entries for not checking up on Ranway. Not that much to go through, actually. She seems to be enjoying physics a lot. Physics is fun. I spent the period dressing Ken in a housewife dress with apron, and pink speedos, and then trying to bounce the fuzzy dice on a spring into the trash can. Also. During pysch me and Nick (shut up grammar police) talked to Ms. Lansell, who didn't seem to take notice that we weren't doing any work. Maybe she was bored. But it's weird to be conversing with a teacher as an equal- with Mr. Thomas it's mostly banter. Jessica from Math says that the AP Euro class is going on a field trip to play paintball to "demonstrate Napoleonic warfare." LUCKY BASTIDS! grrrrrrr. He really SHOULD do a Conflict Studies class. I'd pay tuition to take it. Well, like, $20 as a "lab fee." But if he has 20 people in the class that'd be like $4000 more for him, which is sadly, like.. 1/8 of his yearly salary. Oh. In TOK (research day) while I was unguiltily doing my problem set (yes! I got problem 33!) I heard Tamar saying my Quote of the Day...

"I want to lose 50 pounds!" "Oh my god, you'd be dead!"

Hmm, today's blogging has a lot of Tamar in it. Weird.

POP! *holds up a notecard that reads "Flinch!"*

Are you SURE you're not being psychologically conditioned?
POP!
.....
FLINCH! C'MON! JUST DO IT!

Speaking of Tamar, in TOK on Wednesday I think, when Madam Johnson forced her to speak without using the word "like", she was rendered speechless. I gave Alex the same challenge on the bus and he found it incredibly difficult.

Which Chess Piece Are You?

Mm, they're right about me being soppy. Sexy, no. The thing about this quiz is that the choices aren't the ones I'd choose. I suspect that's why Nick's results are totally off. Also, I have a fairly different personality online from offline (though I'm NOT a schitzo like Rob says I am), which is why those personality tests we do in psych piss me off.

*start Psychodynamic Introspection here* I have a better sense of self esteem online, so I say less stupid things online because I don't feel afraid of expressing serious opinions. This also makes me seperate both of my personalities quite fiercely- I don't want people online knowing about my offline life because they might think less of me knowing that I'm a Dorky Chinese Fat Girl With Glasses. I don't like people offline (not that much, but more like my mom or something) looking into my online life because they might shoot down my actual opinions, which gets my mom to complain that I always hide what I'm doing online from her, and she asks me why, and I really don't know because honestly I'm not doing anything *wrong*. This disjointed behavior is reinforced negatively by the fact that whenever I express a serious opinion on my blog nobody comments, and also whenever I tell my mom what I'm doing, she says it's a waste of time. It's reinforced positively because Nick B laughs at me, encouraging me to be outgoing and funny in real life and Forumers have encouraged me to be rational online, saying things like I've "never lost an argument", I'm the only sane person there, and that I'm a good person to have a discussion with. My theory is supported by the fact that when I call people from the Forum, where I basically do philosophical debates all the time, my behavior drastically changes with the offline contact to be more ditzy.(/end psychodynamic introspection)

I don't know what this blog is. It's sort of an extension of my offline life since all you people who read this know me anyways, except it's in text so I can talk more and all I want without people asking me to enunciate, and without me saying something inane every 30 seconds like "MOO!" because I'm talking faster than I'm thinking, like Tamar.

Finally talked to Janis for the first time in a long while. Well, if you don't include the time when I talked to her for like five seconds and then she had to leave for dance. I've been finding it a bit hard to find things to talk about, amazingly. But she did come up with an answer to our conundrum, so I have to tell Nick HA!

SFX 87: We're coming up with a list of unlikely jobs for people. Do you think Andrew would be more unlikely to be a born again Christian in ten years or a new age hippie?
LittleForestElf: hmmm...let me think about that...
SFX 87: it boggles the mind.
LittleForestElf: both are extremely unlikely, however I think he's most unlikely to become a new age hippie because not only does it go against his lack of emotions, it also goes against all his economic and social tendencies. Being a born again christian he could still keep the same economic and social agenda

I feel a bit sloppy not having blogged for like two days, sort of like I haven't taken a bath or something. It's 1 in the morning, so I shouldn't really be blogging. I should be sleeping. This is sort of my cumulative blogging orgy, so I'm going to be saying a lot of unrelated things.

What would it be like if people played the Russian and Canadian anthemns simultaneously? Elayna Russiansomethingname looked really nervous on the podium..

I like the Olympics. Even if Malex says they're stupid. Shortrack speed skating is amusing. Saw four people in a five man race fall and smack the padded walls. The guy who was dead last won, by dint of not falling. But Apolo Ohno got silver by sliding across the finish line. Ice dancing is retarded. More retarded than curling. At least curling is amusing. Andrew explained the purpose of the brooms. Clearing.. um.. ice dust. Right.

I swear, SAT prep classes get worse every week. I feel like I'm getting stupider by osmosis. They like to say that the SAT only tests your ability at taking tests, but it's not true and I'm going to smack the next person who says that. The girl who reads really slow asks, "Why can't they just make us write an essay- it'd be a better measurement of your reasoning skills!" which is true but the SATs aren't a measurement of your reasoning skills, they're a measurement of your ability to use the English language, and if you suck at it, don't whine.

Archaeology dig was cool. Not as cold and Mr. Hines didn't drive as fast and erratically as people would like to complain. I got to play around in the dirt. We found.. pottery shards. Interior glazed redware. And glass. Woo. Our test pits were too off to the side, and we hit bedrock really shallow, so not really a good session, but whatever, it's my first dig and the sky was really blue and the clouds were fluffy, so I'm happy. Emi wasn't having fun and couldn't get cheered up. Sadness. Andrew really does have veins of ice.. he ended up generously donated his vest and jacket to Amy since he was getting hot while the rest of us were freezing. Freak. I have a photo of him in a retarded looking purple headband, so it makes up for things. On my stupid disposable, with the pictures of the Conspiracy of 14th February, so those should get developed real quick.

Lots of Harrison Ford movies on tonight. He was semi-hot when he was younger. Lost Ark on. I can't stand watching Indiana Jones movies in their entirety. I got nightmares from watching some guy's skin and muscles melt off his face like wax from some Indy movie when I was 8, and I'm still traumatized. Cuz other kids in school were bragging about the violent movies they could watch, so I sort of figured that I could too. I'm actually on level with movie queasiness but for some reason I feel like I'm a violence-wuss. I'm 16 and I can handle PG-13 movies but not R. Like The Cube. Nasty movie. But I'm the only one who had to leave the room. I need to desensitize myself to violence more- I'm already desensitized to sex and blasphemy.

Reading other blogs. Apparently someone had a party. I never got invited. I think this sort of thing is by unwritten mutual agreement, because if I got invited I'd have nothing to do, and people don't really need me there anyways, so it's all good. Still. It's weird how the Bivalves are friends with all my friends but I'm not really friends with the Bivalves.

What is it with online comics having such sloppy inking jobs? I've seen two comics by SCAD students- I'm beginning to think that that style is particular to that college, but it's not really a style, it's more like "I'm sloppy with pens." Especially when you're drawing in black and white and your readers can't see what's going on if you try to cram too much in. I personally think that the cleaner your inking lines are, the better, but Alex disagrees.

Never have lunch with my family. My oldest sister is married to a Cambodian and my younger (but still older than me) sister is engaged to a Korean, so it ends up that whenever my family gets together we all have to speak English even though none of us except for me speaks it fluently. And my dad had to bring in his friend for the family lunch, which is totally retarded because he's not even a family member and he doesn't speak English so there's really not many ways in which he can socialize. I mean, my family speaks Cantonese anyways, but whatever. Planning on meeting up with my.. um.. in-laws-to-be on March 30 so my dad can meet up with my sister's fiancee's mom on the day of my sister's baptism which will be odd since she (mom-in-law) speaks no English or Chinese.

Mr. Thomas joked that I was shallow for my comment on Lord Nelson. I don't think I'm shallow for preferring that my men have most of their bodily parts intact, but maybe that's just me. I think people who dislike Nick S for his weirdness are more shallow, (which has nothing to do with Mr. Thomas). How is he weird? I don't get it- he seems pretty normal to me.

Oh, Quote of Five Days Ago: "She was a kind and loving mother figure, but she was sort of... sadistic.." - Willard talking about his old physics teacher, who put a rat inside a vacuum pump.

Wow aren't I being bitchy tonight?

You know what's a cool country? NORWAY. woo. Norway. Just SAY it. norWEEGian! norWEEJin. Okay. I wanna move to Norway cuz it has .. feeeyordds.

You better comment. This is such a long blog.

Heart of Gold, Body of Criminal Body Parts. Oh. So the title's already taken. Nice webcomic though.