Went to the Archaeology dig, which was blessed by beautiful weather despite forecasts of rain. Wholesome air and greenery everywhere and Amish people who come down from Lancaster to sell their woodwork and stay for a week (a woman at the dig said that though they aren't allowed to own them, they can hitch rides from trucks driven by other people). I want to move to Clarksburg, with its population of.. oh.. 1,800. My mom thinks I'm crazy. Talked a lot to Mary, mostly about mages and lycanthropes, got dirty, were interviewed and photographed by people from the Gazette (who probably thought we were nuts- the whole lycanthrope thing, probably), and had a lot of fun. I was proud of our pit. I actually got the walls to look relatively straight. We found plate glass, green glassware, creamware, blessedly few nails (all of the square variety, just for your information), and massive bricks at least the size of your fist. Some people sent over from MK.. er.. MC... unearthed a brick and joked that you could see the imprint of Rodney King's head in it. On a totally random note, one of the MK people is one of Mary's mom's students. They found a random metal farming implement too, like a plow or something. I found a very tiny shard of blue-glazed ceramic, and also The World's Biggest Earthworm. (Dear God.)

Mr. Hines did a French and Indian War musket demostration and I screamed like a little girl when the thing shot. It sounds more like a loud clap than a bang (I didn't hear the 'whoosh-bang' sound he was talking about). I guess I've never heard a gun being fired up front before. We (me and Mary) went back to Needwood Mansion in the back of a station wagon sitting on the toolboxes with the musket wrapped up in cloth slanted over the back seats, with the back door up and my feet sticking out of the back of the car, and we could see the road stream away from under us.

After the IB English exam, tossed a frisbee around with Malex, got prom tickets for me and Rob. Puffy is going to prom with Karina despite thinking himself not cool enough for her when she asked him. (RM is so Sadie Hawkins it's ridiculous). Also he found it exceptionally funny for some reason that I was going to prom with Rob. Then went to Potbelly's with Malex and Nick for a "manly lunch." (Heehee, whatever.) We were foiled by Ruchita, Ranwa, and Sarah, who were there. Nick set up Sarah with Kevin Robinson as prom dates though they don't know each other, and Malex and Ruchita gushed how perfect it was. I couldn't really appreciate the perfectness of the match since I don't know Kevin all that well, but people were happy all around and it was good. Afterwards, we went to Regal to see "Bend it like Beckham" at 12:50, (without Sarah and Ranwa) and were met up with by Lizzie, Dena and Andrew. We dominated the theater.. it was just us and a bunch of retirees. ^__^ I love being "truant." In the movie, lots of "walking in at an inconvenient time" humor. It was kind of goofy and funny when it wasn't supposed to be. Like those pretentiously silly glamor shots of Joe looking pretty. And the dramatic slow-mo goal kicking shots. And Tony coming out of the closet by saying, "I really like Beckham" (does anybody do this??). And the fact that Jess and Jules are in such deep awe of Mia Hamm. (It was like: "Oh my GOD! Mia HAMM!... *starry-eyed* We should be just like her and play football in AMERICA!" Yes. Because we all know that the US is some kind of exotic and glamourous soccer Mecca. Andrew said that Mia Hamm actually is a big deal. I think I just take her for granted because she's on the local team. It kind of feels like, gee, if I wanted to watch her play, I can go out to my backyard. Actually, the fact that she's the only soccer player besides Beckham that brings any recognition by name and puts any sort of dent in my sports-indifferent consciousness shows that she probably is very very big.) And Jess admitting her deepest darkest secrets to her David Beckham poster. Yes! David Beckham is God! I expected to see him come to life off the poster and begin walking on water or crying blood or something. XD

Loved the music though.

I still think "Bend It" sounds obscene.

It was so very nice to have so much time... at the end of the movie I was like.. wow! It's only three!

Malex drove Andrew home and then me. Andrew has a very nice neighborhood, which is ridiculously close to Frost Middle. He is considering taking fencing classes there. I hope he does. I am taking the same class, on Fridays, starting from May 9th, but at the Bauer Drive Community Center. Anyhow, me and Malex were envious of Andrew's neighborhood's hillyness. I loved his lawn. Such a nice lawn. Andrew was cranky about the amount of time he spends maintaining it. But I think he's as much rewarded as one can be by a great lawn. Maybe he takes it for granted because he lives there. (Er... in the house there. Not literally on the lawn.. in a cardboard box.. though I would do it.) But honestly, Andrew, your lawn kicks major ass and I can't compliment you enough on it. It is so frikkin' cool. I told Malex that I liked Andrew's bushes.

Malex: Andrew has a really nice bush.

>_< ALEX!!!!!!!

Anyhow.

As opposed to my own lawn where I was pooed on by a bird.

Me: Oh shit! Literally!

That was a first.

But otherwise, a nice day.

VortexMR: if only their was a pause button on death
SFX 87: indeed.
VortexMR: we could PAUSE HIM!
SFX 87: I think we should freeze death in a large ice cube.
VortexMR: not just any ice cube
VortexMR: an ice scream cube
SFX 87: no, it must be an ice cube
SFX 87: because it should be transparent
VortexMR: ice cream can be transparent
VortexMR: or plastic!
VortexMR: and it doesn't melt easy
SFX 87: a large bubble
VortexMR: YES! so he leaps about scereaming
VortexMR: and you laugh
SFX 87: a giant soap bubble
VortexMR: maybe we should be less sadistic
VortexMR: OH BRILLIANT!
VortexMR: so he can float around!
VortexMR: but what if it pops?
SFX 87: then we can freeze him! In a cube!
VortexMR: right!
VortexMR: your brilliant
SFX 87: thanks!
VortexMR: i mean wow
VortexMR: taht's like... god
SFX 87: except not.
SFX 87: God comes in popsicles.
SFX 87: Godsicles!
VortexMR: .... hmmmm
SFX 87: It's like grape-flavored communion godsicles.
VortexMR: i can't eat that
VortexMR: i would emplode~
SFX 87: you can imbibe the blood of christ in all its fruity godness. Er... goodness. Fitting typo though.
VortexMR: i think godness is better
VortexMR: they should serve godsicles at church
SFX 87: it is indeed.
SFX 87: Also, toasted communion wafers.

I'm being blasphemous today.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Third Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Moderate
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Hurray for Gluttony. I'm actually not that treacherous, IMHO. I just don't have a really great.. Friend-Radar... You know. One of those devices that endow their owners with the quality of knowing Exactly What to Do and Exactly What to Say. My total lack of Friend-Radar makes me awkward around people who are in shitty positions, (like people who randomly start crying) so that my instincts lean more towards getting the hell out of there than actually helping/comforting anyone. This same awkwardness means also that I'd rather discreetly avoid family members I don't get along with than stay around and act painfully Nice- and if I had a major falling out with them I doubt I'd even consider keeping them deeply involved in my life. (They don't like me and I don't like them and it's not like they're missing much.) But anyhow, so much for sticking to people through thick and thin, eh? Rest assured though, I've never gone about actively backstabbing people.... or so I'd like you to think. MWAHAHAHA! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

Do I have a moral obligation to remove skinhead music from my computer if I have no idea what the lyrics mean? From a practical standpoint, I ought to find out what the lyrics mean, if only to prevent myself from singing along and humming and tapping my toes to what could turn out to be the German equivalent of 'zeig heil zeig heil let's kill all the jews hurrah hurrah.' More abstractly, I have a moral responsibility to know what I'm listening to, since indirectly the products I consume are the product I endorse, even if I paid no money for this mp3. I have been trawling Google for an English translation of the lyrics to no avail, but have found out enough about the type of people who like this band to be pretty sure that if I were to figure out what these lyrics mean, I would not like this song at all.

Strange that it's not a particularly angry song. It sounds sad, like dying flowers maybe... my kingdom for the meaning of the words. And yet.. perhaps not. What would I do then, if they turned out to be ugly bruising words and rob a song of beauty? (like ripping through a butterfly's wings it'd seem a sin)

Sturmwehr, why do you sing so beautifully, and yet are what you are and do what you do? How are you so capable of beauty?

Am going to prom with Rob out of expediency. He's in Dena's Massive Group now. It should be fun.

Ah yes.. going on a "date" to save 2.5 dollars. ^__^

German S&M Pong: Der Painstation. No, I am not making this up.

Speaking of amusing forms of pain: have found Xu's blog. Via him creating such a buzz in bloggerland, of course. Yes, he does have talent, for all his bad grammar. I'm surprised and impressed.

Was v. annoyed all afternoon that Jen already has dibs on Malex for prom, since he has been my Boy Next Door for the last, oh, four years. I am fatter but Jen is shorter but neither of us have acne; which one of us has better hair depends on what type of hair Malex likes; but I also have a more unpleasant personality; but Jen asked him first except I faintly remember asking him when we saw Chicago or something but he said no, I wonder why. All of which is an atrocious way to think but that's how I was amusing myself for an hour in the afternoon after missing the bus. I may need to grow out my hair for my dress since short hair looks bad with it. Yet another unknown variable. I was also hoping that if Malex wouldn't go with me I could go with Jen in a girly group of Bitter Singles ala Sarah G, but with Malex and Jen going with each other that's two birds in one stone, except those were my birds, dammit. Who will I go with? Is it a Social Requirement to go with a boy to prom? I remember talking to an adult somewhere about it. My mom remembers it being Irene, Sharon's friend (neither Sharon W, the Sophomore, nor Sharon C, the Sharon, but Sharon H, a lady friend of my father's social circle). She asked me if I knew my prom date yet as smalltalk and when I said no I was going in a group she gave me this weird look of horror and pity and asked, "Why?" Going to prom in a big non-datey group of friends had not at the time seemed unusual to me at all, but now I'm getting Anxiety that going to prom with a guy is this Fixture (like lighting, electricity, heat, and plumbing) of American Culture, which Malex seemed to affirm when he said he was going with Jen as a non-datey type date because it was Custom. Coupled (ha) by the fact that they're already selling Tickets for Two now so I need to figure this out now. Julia and Hershel and Francie and Vanessa in Stat were discussing logistics like a war campaign and I could not concentrate ("Seven Seas?" "No, but Kit doesn't like Chinese food." "She's only one person in a group..." and so on and so forth). How will I get transporation? What if I get lonely and everyone ignores me because they're all focused on their Dates? Is there a girly group of Singles going that all does makeup and hair together? There should be, being that IB girls are massively outnumbered. Do Ruchita, Ranwa, Sarah, Silvia, Cathy, and Lianna have dates (because surely Dena and Sharon C and Milla and Lizzie do so surely Hank and Seth and Ed and Nick are taken)? Are they even going? Who could I ask? Rob.. eh.. *imagining Rob in a tuxedo*...no.. Matt G.. but he doesn't like social occassions or loud music and is clinically insane and I'm sure wouldn't like being dragged around in a tux... Michael B but we have nothing to talk about... Andrew P.. ha... no.... Andrew D.. eh.. nice boy, yes, prom boy, no... Gordon Y.. haha, no... Humza... he's nice but I don't know him that well and he's a sophomore... Puffy.. I don't know well at all. Anxiety.

But then I read from Malex's blog that Dena is organizing a Group Thing, so all is relatively well. I shall tell her tomorrow that I am Interested.

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You can tell how familiar I am with people by whether I use their last name in our fake senior superlatives and in my blog. Not something I do on purpose but just something I've noticed. Lara S is always "Lara S" even though there's really only one Lara of any significance at our school. (No, who do you think I mean, Lara Croft?) But I use her last name nonetheless. Andrew is very often "Andrew P" when I talk to people who don't know him that well but just "Andrew" with everyone else. "Alex" is always reserved for reference to Malex, while Valex must be content with always getting the V header. Rachel was called "Rachel M" in my earlier blog posts when I didn't know her all that well, and I still address her as "Rachel M" when I'm just mentioning her casually. "Sharon" is nearly always a reference to the sophomore, not Sharon C, which probably confuses people because the latter is the Sharon everybody knows. Puffy is always Puffy but I've noticed that people actually call him "David B" using first and last name which I found sounds weird to me now. Anika and Carmel, though I don't know them that well, are still just Anika and Carmel, but this is simply because there's no one else named Anika and Carmel and you all blog readers know very well who they are (more so than I) and refer to them in a similar fashion. Mike was "Michael B" when I first saw him again at the Eastern Reunion Party (I had to endure being called "Angie C" there in a similar fashion) but is now just "Mike." Nick is a common name, and sometimes called "Boe--" for convenience, most often in conversation with Alex, but he's most often just "Nick." Matt G, I used to call "Bob" in middle school but with less familiarity it's reverted to "Matthew G" again. My sisters and brothers-in-law used to be referred to as "my oldest sister" or "my younger sister" or "my oldest sister's husband" but are now referred to by name, the fact that readers don't know who I'm talking about be damned.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word... but you know the rest.

Went to Churchill's show, "Present Laughter," on Saturday night since Mike, who as it turns out is in the Thespian Society, is in it. I haven't been to Churchill since before it was renovated, so it was quite a shock to see it again. It has a real theater, for one thing, with seats complete with little brass plates on them, and your tickets have the row and number of your seat. It was sort of amusing having assigned seating, seeing as there was an extremely preppy audience of maybe forty people and maybe fifteen people on cast and crew altogether. (I'm sure we're just as white and middle class and preppy but we just don't notice) So the audience was rather frigid: Mike said later that it was their best audience yet. People really must go to Churchill plays if only for pity's sake; their tiny audience is just pathetic, which is a shame because the play was actually quite good. I thought the atmosphere in general was colder than RM's productions (though maybe it's because I didn't know anyone except Mike)... from them having such a professional looking theater and assigned seating for an audience that scarcely fills the first few rows, to the fact that you can't go onstage after the show and the actors don't come out. You wait by a windowed door leading from a hallway outside the auditorium for your friends to emerge after changing and washing off makeup and whatnot. There were a bunch of Churchillites bearing flowers and hugging people who emerged, looking happy, dazed and faintly exhausted. It's a good deal like waiting at an airport. But the show was great, once you get over American high school students trying for British accents. Either they got better further into the play once they warmed up or I just got used to it. Great acting, great comic timing, and it was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time. I wish people would write plays like that nowadays.. not this reality tv trash. You know the English can write... they've had the language for 1000 years, of course they know how to use it by now.

I'm not sure if I blogged about Hello Dolly. I saw the second show two weeks ago, so I'm not like everyone else in their belated Dolly blogging. It was good, possessing a quality commonly known as "razzle-dazzle" (aren't I quotalicious today?). Yah. Lara Supan stole the show (she's spectacular), Nick got seduced, even if he can't sing... good stuff. I should also note, with kudos to Lianna and Vanessa Gonzalez and Xiaofei and Gordon and Meg, that the set rocked, especially with the backdrop painted from one of those early 20th century photographs. I wish I were more emotional about it being our last production, but I'm not. Oh well. We did a damn fine job, which is as much as can be expected of anyone.

Am not going to Hong Kong this summer because of that silly "SARS" thing. Will go next year over winter break. Am happy with this because I want to hang out with people over the summer since this is our last year together, it delays me from seeing my dysfunctional family, and because I can escape the tropical heat of a Hong Kong summer and freezing North American winters.