Took SAT 2 writing. Scott Church crashed into the test proctor. Which was funny. The test itself was stupid. Which does not necessarily garauntee that I did well on it. I don't care. Was supposed to call my dad for him to pick me up from MK but my mom gave me a glasses case with glasses in them instead of the cell phone, used Karen's cell phone. Why does a sophomore have a cell phone and I don't? Unfairness. Waited in front of MK for an hour before my mom finally checked the answering machine and my dad checked his voicemail, simultaneously. It was a nice day to be waiting outside but I was cranky because I was bored and hungry. For some reason, I get *really* cranky when I'm hungry, sort of like how Nick is really cranky when he's tired. Ate too much today to compensate. But am full. Blah.

Shpachee has streaked her hair red. Looks better than streaking her hair blond. I wonder why I don't call her by her real name- I wonder what she'd want to be called on my blog. Probably not her real name and she changes nicknames too often.

I'm a little bunny.
(I hope to make that into a literary statement one day, up there with 'My mother is a fish'.)

Quote of the Day (QotD): "A hint: if it's a choice between girlfriend and pony, take the pony. If you get tired of the pony, you can sell it." -Sims.

Yes. I read Nick's blog belatedly.

I can't find Nick S' blog. He keep changing online diary services. But I'm sorta apathetic, so I'll find it eventually.

Have you all noticed that Nick B posts links to sites we've all gone to like three weeks after the rest of us? Like, LightoftheWorld.

I'm going to do that too. Mr. Thomas' Blog. No. But close. I looked at the high school classroom webcam. It was all dark. Cuz it was 7 at night. I'm such a dork.

You can tell what I've been doing all night.

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Also known as the Smiling Tree Frog or Dumpy Tree Frog due to the nature of its appearance, this frog is a very hardy creature and a favorite pet of amateur frog owners, although some pet owners complain that they are not active enough. These frogs love to eat, which can make them quite fat, hence their "dumpy" appearance. Unlike many frogs, Frog are you?these frogs do well with other frogs of their species and are fairly friendly. They like a warm and moderately humid habitat and eat larger insects like crickets, cockroaches, locusts, moths and beetles.

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I am fascinated by the famed beauty of Caitlin B. It's like Helen of Troy, only to a lesser degree. Her face probably only launched a minivan.

I've put up my diet blog. It's going to show everything I eat every day, so I can humiliate myself into eating less. You must all yell at me at school if you find that I am eating a) fried things b) candy/sweets c) junk food.

Fucking retards. "We're going to strip you to see if you're wearing appropriate underwear!"

I like math, but I don't love it. I wonder if I can make a living doing it.

Which Sluggy Freelance Character Are You?

Rob says that he's sure that somewhere in there, Andrew has "a grain of human kindness."

Are Hank and Sethy gay? How come I assume that everybody's straight until I find out they're gay? Why don't I just save myself a lot of trouble and assume people are gay from the start?

By Jingo, let's nuke Afghanistan!

Auguries of Innocence

William Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.

Didn't know there was a Palmer, so I started reading it at 7:10. Wonder how I did. Did pretty well on a math test though, and my next math and physics tests are being moved to Wednesday instead of tomorrow because of the Every 15 Minutes thing. That is my school update. Huzzah. Who cares? This post is so boring... I nearly considered not putting it up. But I'm a boring person.

Which LOTR Woman are you?

CHALUPAS. I love those. They're tasty.

Bought a (mass produced, probably) painting of a house at the dollar store, which changes color when you look at it from a different angle. It's not very special. It's a normal, suburban house, but it reminds me of my own house, and the changing colors makes it look like sort of when a cloud passes over the sun and then the sun shines through again when it gets darker and lighter, so it's just a real.. comfortable painting. When I go to college, I think I'll take it with me, because it's not like my house has room for much more of my crap.

Also, I bought a plastic fish cup. It's a cup, shaped like a fish, so that when you stick like, a tube of toothpaste in it, it looks like it's in the fish's mouth. It's real cool.

Ah.... the joys of the dollar store.

Was digging around in the load of junk I have at home, and found a history quiz from middle school. Apparently, we were learning about Garibaldi and Count Cavour and etc. Goddammit. The same pointless shit over and over again. I'll show you all the quiz on Monday. It's pretty comical.

Yesterday. Went to Maryland Day, which was really fun. I got to eat liquid nitrogen icecream (s'cold!!!!!!), which was some ice cream powder with liquid nitrogen poured into it, and you'd stir it up and cold smoke would come out and after the smoke was all gone, the ice cream would be totally solid and you'd wait for it to thaw until it was like normal ice cream. I was lucky too cuz we got the last of the ice cream powder and the people in line had to be content watching the volunteers there pour liquid nitrogen in a cup, and go "ooOoooOoOOh" as smoke came out of it, and not eat any, except they splashed some (accidentally) on my arm and it sort of hurt. My mom's ice cream was rock hard, so I had the volunteer pour more liquid nitrogen, and he was like, "Okay, but it won't do anything for that." It turns out that the ice cream was frozen solid, not that there wasn't enough "water" in it (I don't care- if it's transparent and looks like water, it's water, damn you). So I walked around with my mom's frozen cup of ice cream for thirty minutes before it began to melt. And there was all sorts of cool shit, like the fire fighting game like hockey except people would use a hose to spray balls into the goal, and a lego robotics thingy where everyone watching was Asian (who else?) and a lung capacity tester thingy (I had greater lung resistance than most people my age which I guess I expected but it sort of pissed me off).

Went to the UM farm (which I think is funny, that they have a farm at UM) to see the Cow With The Hole In It. Didn't see it though- it must've been inside. Saw some other cows. They were big. I wanted to check inside the barn, but it smelled like poo. No, it smelled like POO. So I ran off. When I apply to UM, I'm considering writing in my essay, "If I were to throw the Cow With the Hole In It on the barbie, would you call it an O-bone steak?" I'm not sure if they'd like that. I may also start my sssay with "My psychologist says I'm a pathological liar and my name is not Angela." I don't think they'd like that either. I think I'll do something serious since now I do have something serious to write about, so I won't need the conversational tone bullshit. Saw an equestrian show where a woman in the middle would yell things like, "Sitting trot!" "Canter!" "Stand halt!". Everyone in the arena was white and female. I want riding boots, because they're cool. But to wear knee high boots well, you must have the riding pants, and to wear the riding pants well, you must have a good ass. So, no riding boots for me. The food court was a little ways off from the farm, and they were cooking stuff like hamburgers and hotdogs. It was real sketchy. I wonder if the stuff was "fresh", if you know what I mean.

I got to go into a wind tunnel where the winds got up to 30 mph and it was cool but real creepy (except that I knew that it was safe) and a little girl started crying (my mom said later that it was because her balloon blew away.) Now that is real stupid, and I didn't feel sympathetic. Don't take a balloon into a wind tunnel. The tour guide told her mom she should take the balloon outside but she was like, no, I'll hold onto it, and she did, except the balloon came off the ribbon. So much for that. Apparently, they would actually put reporters in the wind tunnel and strap them in, and crank up the turbines to like 100 mph, and this woman (on the video they were showing as we waited in line to go into the wind tunnel) was screaming, "Let me out!" by the end. (She wasn't actually screaming because she was hysterical, it's just that you have to scream everything to be heard in a wind tunnel. But still.) Jeebus. Talk about professionalism. I wonder if the wind tunnel was hit by the tornado earlier in the year. That would've been poetic justice. For messing with nature or whatever. (I don't care about harmony with nature. It's all BS anyways)

Oh yeah. Listened to a lot of college stuff, which was bizarre because in the physics building you'd walk past doors with signs reading, "Danger, experimental nuclear testing lab." and "Ion Laser testing to the left" (or something. About lasers). Saw an exhibit on fractals. Totally unrelated but, apparently at UM they're doing an experiment with a steel ball 10 feet across and filling it with volatile sodium to create an artificial magnetic field. Yeah, that's what I want for my birthday.

Then I went home for my sister's bridal shower. With my hair all messed up (more than usual) from the wind tunnel. My house was not messy, for once. Played the purse game, in which you get points if anything on the list that's read out loud is in your purse. No, I have no condoms in my purse, used or unused, as the debate went. No, I have no lip balm in my purse. No, I have no cell phone in my purse. It would've been more entertaining if I actually use the purse I had for the game, (since I was like, "How do you play?" and my sister was like, "Just get a purse," not mentioning that there ought to be stuff in it). I had a ticket stub in my wallet, but that was not in my purse, because I never use a purse. I dunno, it wasn't really a good bridal shower for me because I don't know any of my sister's friends. I don't think if I get married I'll have that many girlfriends, because it seems like all my friends are guys, so I'll end up talking to a volleyball. (This was more like a bachelorette party, but my mom called it a shower. Maybe she's not familiar with the term bachelorette party/) And played a game listing as many wedding movies as possible (winning team listed 10.) And looked at photos of my sister and her fiance all decked out in rental wedding stuff at Brookside Garden. My older sister's husband is good at everything. He's a really kickass photographer (I'm not sure if he's professional, but he looks it) and a really good cook, and my oldest sister rocks at baking. Dinner at their place kicks ass. Had a tasty cake she helped make, which was decorated with white chocolate pellets that looked so much like pearls my aunt-in-law was picking them off her cake. That's some mad skillz. I wish I had a handful to bring to school so people could oggle me as I quaffed pearls.

But we had dinner at a Chinese restaurant, where I decided my calling in life. Strange that I've always known what I wanted to be but that it took so long to figure out. I decided it in one night, but at the same time, I've known it ever since I was old enough to talk.

I've found my calling in life. I know what I'm going to do in college.
I can't tell you though, because Andrew will laugh at me, and I don't want to feel like I have to prove anything.

My IB English training notes that it must be deep deep symbolism that a gay guy was chosen to play the Devil in Damn Yankees.
Or MAYBE... Steven Shema is just really really good.

Real life is nothing like English. Thank God.

Down with English.

I checked at Damn Yankees. Apparently, Alex is alive. Whoopeeee. "Shoeless Joe" is stuck in my head.