The Winter Olympics Opening Ceremony was quite... tacky... blah. I mean, the national anthemn and the flag and the president would have been enough. But a good opening ceremony anyways. Zifei was there. Did I mention? Yes I did. Cool. It was real cool when the skater lit the Olympic rings on fire with his flaming skates. I want flaming skates. If only the NBC people didn't jabber like demented monkeys when they brought in the flag from Ground Zero. God knows everyone ELSE in the stadium was respectfilly silent.

The Olympics make me feel inferior. (What a stupid statement.) But I mean, I'M not doing anything to be faster, stronger, blah blah however it goes. It makes me feel like such a dumbass. Look at the IB, with its Debate Team and Young Demorepublindependents and Young Black Leaders and Model UN and Mock Trial and you can see the little midget professionals sprout into the next generation's lawyers and politicians and lobbyists and diplomats like fucking chia pets. The IB is for people who want to pursue Arete.

See, see, my ambition is to be a hermit and sit on my ass in a small hut with food and a garden.

Found a nifty new artist. Heather Alexander, nice Celtic music singer guitarist type lady. Riiiightt. Her album cover art sucks though.

I should be reading Palmer. But Dragonlance is so much more interesting. Just as a note, Elves SUCK. Okay.
I wanna be a kender. I wouldn't feel any fear, and everything new in life would be just a great adventure.

fuck Fred Durst. Link provided by courtesy of my friend Ian at RPG World. Yes. I once sort of kind of knew THE Ian online. God, that makes me proud.

Safety tip of the day: When climbing up a sheer rock wall, remember how to climb down.

This is why I usually climb trees, only the ones in Rock Creek park are fairly sucky, being like straight up for like 10 feet until the branches start forking. But the branches stay where they are. With rock walls, all your foot and handholds that you used to climb up mysteriously disappear once you're 8 feet above the ground. Dammity.

Quote of the Day candidate: "Excuse me! Do you know how I could get down?" -me to a random jogger
Quote of the Day candidate: "Goodness. I'm on fire." -Nick

Nick wins.

I think this is a case of that psychology 'projection' thing. I guess it's not that Ms Johnson doesn't like me (even though she's cranky all the time) it's more that I don't like her so it seems like she doesn't like me.

Natali identifies me as the girl who says nasty things about her boyfriend on my blog. Strange, didn't know she read my blog. Maybe she doesn't and someone told her about it. Didn't know people talked about my blog. It's strangely flattering.

Typing this during TOK. Willard won't let me come to physics. See, this is a testament of how I'm not actually doing something useful in any case. BOO. But Willard said too many people were going to 6th from TOK. Theoretically, IMHO, everyone could skip and no one would care. Except for Witch Johnson.

Googlewhack!
ululations pheromones.
Effervescence crenelations.
Thanotic Woman. (Mm, thanotic isn't on dictionary.com. Dammity)

Alex and Sims weren't at Arc. Blah. Rob revealed to me the incompetence of my cataloguing. Though it WAS the Bag From Hell. Basically, all of it was scrap metal.

Wow. Today, I win a record for eating the world's nastiest egg salad sandwich ever.

It has just occured to me that hotdogs are such phallic symbols.

FUCK! FUCK!!! Zifei has tickets to the Winter Olympics Opening Ceremony!!! Holy fuck!!! Geh. He needs to die. Smackk... downnn...

Terry Pratchett has such a funny accent. Not A Cannabis Cake.

Yay, Marquis De Sade's Cat Feeder is done. Didn't think we could do it. Pretty cool... possibly the least shitty physics project I've done. Also. Shot flaming arrows into Alex's fireplace, impaled two logs, to honor the Goddess of Fire, or something. V cool. Stopped when they started ricocheting off the stone panelling inside the fireplace. V dangerous. Shall get stronger rubber band, sharper dowels. Need feathers on the end or something for steering. Aim will probably be v bad anyways.

Garaunteed to scare your pants off. Oh. By the way, translation.. the Chinese there says, "You are (something).... without (something..) you look (adverbly) at the sky. Walk up the street... you see..."

Yeah. My Chinese sucks. Oh, btw, turn your volume up. Not too up unless you want your ears to fall off.

Ah, happy music now. Ooh, ouch! Yikes. Music from the Discworld soundtrack clashes with Dragonlance horribly. Ew. Mmm. How about Concerning Hobbits? Oh, and yes, it has occured to me that I really enjoy being emotionally manipulated.

Ah, the Final Fantasy X ending theme will do nicely.

Hmm, wedding scene. Hmm, I had good Battle music, but I need something purty.. maybe the Lothlorien music will do. Oh, Raistlin's midi theme is my new Battle Music, along with the Escaflowne Choir, One Winged Angel, The Bridge of Kazad-Dum and possibly the Zelda Overworld Theme for adventury music.

Flamestrike is dead. So sad.. DAMN, Dragonlance has good action scenes. That last one was f-'in amazing. Man, and I thought the battle at the *Lifts* was good!

Noo! They killed Fizban!

WIDDLERS!

Yes, extremely disturbing Freudian psych class. I'd say something funny about penises, but I'm not that witty.

I'd imagine aliens would find human sex extremely repulsive. People scream stuff and put a stick in a hole. It's totally irrational.
Contrary to whatever is claimed by Ayn Rand.

"Which is better, the divine Discworld saga or the pitiful Dragonlance trash?" Poll

Dammit, is everyone gay except for me?

Jeebus. Personally, I think that a lot of bi people are just bi because they convince themselves that they like boys/girls. Besides, how do you define an attraction?

You know, guys seem to think that girls are attracted to a guy's looks. Which is why Alex ends up asking me "well, who do you think is hot?" and when I reply he goes "but I don't know what he looks like!" But it doesn't really matter.. someone can be attractive without being hot. Like.. Russel Crowe. Girls are attracted to him but he's not hot.. actually, he's "The World's Hottest Ugly Man." It's not so much "personality" as all the girly polls say, but all about charisma and your manner.

Nothing quite like gay Discworld porn.

Infinite amounts of things due on February 8. Shall have to do them now. Will procrastinate until February 7 anyways. Palmer. Monday. Evil. And what's this I hear about Colin Powell's assassination from Mr. Thomas' TOK class?

Much talk in Arc about who should be who in Lord of the Rings. Lotterrrr. God, that sounds dumb. Can't believe it's Thursday already. Also, much multiplying of artifacts. ALEX. Still can't think of an Aragorn, outside of my ex boyfriend. Because he has a shitty sense of humor and can be melodramatic. But none of you know him so you wouldn't appreciate the fact.

The Churchill dog/bear/plushie thing is still drying. I washed it at home after I found it lying in the rain, apparently a good way to dry it is to swing it around on your arm and spin it around really fast, so that water comes flying out just like in real dogs.

Po' Jenny poo. Don't have any classes with her. Janis is gone. Sadness. Wish she had blog.

Vetinari's STILL my bitch. Got Jen to promise to bring Equal Rites and Alex to promise to bring Dragonlance so ho-fully one of them won't forget.

Updates as events warrant.

A practical annoyance to Asehn having a tenuous grip on reality is that he keeps sending me those stupid chain e-mails. I tell them they're not to be believed, but he keeps forwarding them to me "just in case."

Asehn called me today. He is really nice, but totally screwed up. He thinks he's a fox. A were-fox thingy. Says he can shape-shift and speaks an ancient fox language. Asked him to repeat the statement so I could write it down phonetically and puzzle over it, he said that it just comes and goes. Very efficient for not having a language written phonetically with English letters, except that the characters are 'too fine for a pencil'. Lot of good that'll do. Also, Kitsune has 36 tones, most of them too subtle for normal people to hear. MMhmm. Complimented me on the nice, big fish tanks in my kitchen. Creepy, as he has never been to my house or knows anyone who has been. Says he's psychic. Pyschic powers though, as usual, come and go. Am creeped out but not really that convinced since you can hear the sounds of water over the phone, and I believe I've said over the course of my online life that I have a bunch of fish tanks all over my house. I managed over the last week to get people to think *I'm* psychic, by "magically knowing" that Vector doesn't like the hot dog part of corn dogs and popping up and asking Vortex about his meal when he was actually eating. The second was totally coincidental.. Nick was IMing me about being a waitress and I was replying right when Vortex's window popped up so that the reply to Nick's message appeared in Vortex's window. "Enjoying your meal?" and he was like "How did you know I was eating?" Ha. Psychic powers prevail! Asehn used psychic powers to predict that I have brown hair and brown eyes. Uh huh. My last name is --, so this is not surprising, though he seemed surprised to find that out. A bit of a coincidence that he has "How You Remind Me" on his computer. Good song.

Proposed to meet me and watch LoTR at White Flint sometime. I said thanks, no thanks, don't want to be in a dark room with someone I don't know. Gave me his phone number, also lot of good that'll do since he lives in Faulkier, calling is long distance.

Hmm. Random thoughts. Nick S would make a good pirate. With a monkey on his shoulder. Color of Magic is pretty bad, I can see why Alex doesn't like it. Characters were basically created for one joke. Twoflower is stupid, he's a tourist. We know. Rincewind is incompetent, has a spell in his head. We know. Luggage is homicidal. We know, enough already. The action's pretty good though, and the Wyrmberg and TWA episode had me laughing like hell. There's more fake science stuff in here than the other books, which makes it read like a badly penned Hitchhiker's- the other ones seem to focus on characterization and philosophy more. Which makes for better reading. Still, pretty damn original. Oh, oh, you know what I want in my dreams? Roman Glass Jewelry

Asehn called. Said he'd call back. Hung up. Waiting for him to call back.

Asehn said that he'll stop performing stalking-like activities with Christie. Good for him, though three years is a long time to wait.. I hope they still keep in touch, and take things one step at a time. At least he'll have something, and he'll be sure it's something permanent, not a jail term in exchange for a two month fling.

He's not a rapist... the law just makes him one. He's just always at the wrong place at the wrong time.

It occured to me that blogs will be priceless once we go to college.

Something I genuinely don't get. Why do people make fun of Nick S behind his back and snicker and go.. "phbbt, nicksalvatore!" ?

Comparing 4:08 and 3:45's blog entries. You'd think they were written by two different people. I am very good at compartmentalizing my life. I'm Artemis like that. I don't cry in public, even when "public" can be defined as "my house, my room with my door closed if my mom is at home." I don't angst in public. I don't love in public. I don't hate in public. This blog is public, so you'll see none of it. At most, you'll get opinions from me, but not emotions for the most part. You'll see me laughing very hard in public, but that's about it. I'm not a people person and I wish I were, because it's like there must be something wrong with me because if I'm not a people person then why am I lonely so often?. I feel I should care more about Asehn. I'm a 16 year old girl.. perhaps I should be selfishly screaming in terror and feel repulsed if I can't at least muster compassion. I know some things are wrong. I know the world isn't what it ought to be. But I'll just go on with everyday life.

"Love will lead us, all right... love will lead us, she will lead us.. "

Poor Asehn. He's nice boy but he should know better to fall in love with a 15 year old girl when he's 19 going on 20. I think he's already had sexual relations with her. That's statutory rape. Stupid stupid.. that contract he had the both of them sign that confirmed anything they did was consential won't be worth a damn, even if they do love each other, in their demented teenage minds. I could call the cops. I know his name. I have his phone number somewhere, I know where he lives. But I won't. He's always so damn good-intentioned it's bad for him.. he's got to help support Blackfox, some random stranger in England who's whole life seems to consist of rape and abuse.. he's got to help Kathy who keeps attempting suicide and is a victim of domestic abuse by potheaded "parents".. he's got to help Christie because her home life is horribly restricting... he can help everyone but himself. When can he learn that love doesn't run the world? Christie's parents and grandparents and friends are giving him hell and threatening to call the cops if he doesn't break off all contact with her; if he'd just give up it'd hurt less. I'm 16 so I won't say it.. 'you're too young what do you know about love?' but she probably needs stability from him more than a torrid love affair.. why can't he just leave it to e-mail and AIM for the next three years and stop calling her friends pleading to talk to her and writing her at home and waiting for her to sneak out from home to see him in Chicago and just acting like a damn stalker and incriminating himself intentions be damned? He's not helping.. he's not helping himself.

You know what's amusing? www.azn4life.com. I think the psychedilic music may be a bit overdoing it.

Got The Color of Magic, Maskerade, and Soul Music from the library. I like not being able to drive. I can walk, and it's nice out. Feels like summer. Nothing quite as reliable as my own two feet even though I have a bike and a scooter. Three Discworld books at once may seem a bit overdoing it until you take into account that I can finish those in under a week. In Color of Magic my Vetinari-poo is fat. He must've lost weight over the years.

Finally downloaded "This is How You Remind Me" from Nickelback. That song was really annoying me because I kept hearing it and not knowing its name or the lyrics except for the chorus line.. this is how you remind me.. what I really am..

See which Greek Goddess you are.

Wha? Forest? Me? Mrrph. Em. I'm partial to Athena. But I guess I'm not a lot like her. But Artemis??? Yeah, let's go kill something.

Stupidass ESOL kids. I wish they spoke English- it's fairly annoying when you say something and people stare at you blankly. At least in working in other kid-oriented stuff kids would say stupid things and ask questions and giggle until other adults yelled at them to shut up, or didn't care. I don't mind kids being noisy- it's just annoying when they deny my existance. And, no laser tag. I get the best of both worlds; my parents griping at me about transportation and being Responsible (apparently looking forward to laser tag makes me not concentrate on my community service work and weakens my work ethic) and not going anyways. So basically having them lecture me about a party I didn't go to. Blegh. I was hoping to have an abnormally fun time to balance out an abnormally shitty time today... guess I'll have to tomorrow. Suckage.

My day was pretty crappy. Went off to two elementary schools for community service crud which my mom decided that today would be a good day for, spent six hours with Marie's Mom there yelling at me and kids being stupid. Had to wake up at 7PM today. Better than usual, but still horrible for a free day. The balloon. It says red. Color it red. It's not that hard a concept. Oh, I'm sorry if this isn't the correct way for me to stamp books or taping up posters (amazing- never thought stamping books could be stressful). You'd think there'd only be so many ways to do it. Chairs are too small. Fountains are too small. Storeroom-turned-office that I'm working in is too small. I hate school. I do, however, get the much desired perks of using the staff bathrooms and surfing the net on a teacher's account. Not very perky, considering that I could use my own bathroom and surf the net at home. Popeye's New Orleans jumbalaya is fairly nasty. But biscuits are good. Most lunchtime and commuting conversation with Marie's Mom consisted of "what do you want to major in?" and "what colleges are you thinking about?" and "what are your classmates doing for their services hours?" so it wasn't even like it was something menial to do while chatting pleasantly, like prepping mail or washing crap or cataloguing at Archaeology. Fell asleep coming home. Going back for more community service Wednesday. Spammit. At least tomorrow is my free day. Haven't had a free day since like Yom Kippor, since my mom decided to take off from work all of Thanksgiving, and all of Winter break and then some, and she had off on MLK day. Not that I hate my mom but sometimes I just want a nice, full day when I'm not accountable to anybody and nobody's there to ask me "What are you doing?"

Ow. Alex's party was fun. Many sex jokes. Too much apples to apples. Parents cranky about Lasertag. Don't know what it is. Crankycranky. They think Alex will kill me if he ever tries to drive anywhere and his car will explode into a gaseous ball of flame. Bitched about not knowing where Quince Orchard Shopping Center is. Do now. Rush hour. Don't know when to pick me up. Cranky. Don't know the actual building's name, or the cost. Cranky. Don't know if I can join in late or if it's worth the while, though I can't see why I can't join in if I pay for a vest and gun and be like, 'hey, can I join the dudes in arena 3?'. Must displease gods of laser tag or something. Crankycranky. Going to school tomorrow to do creativity crap. Cranky. Sleep. Cranky cranky, palms hurt, spike. Vetinari is an ugly-ass git in the official art. Cranky. Good bye.

Finished Feet of Clay. Believe I said this already. Disturbing phenomena yesterday. Pratchett describes Carrot being shot through the hand with a crossbow, my left palm starts hurting like hell, only lessens when I dig into it with my fingernails, and after I go to sleep. Felt better this morning, doesn't hurt now. It's a condition with me or something. Describe a piercing injury through the palm in fiction (which happens more often than you think) and my palm hurts. Believe it's called "cognitive--..." uh something or other but it's cuz cognition is closely related to emotion, which can mainfest itself physically or something. Aw whatever. I used to, when I was little, think it was because Jesus didn't want me to forget his crucifiction, which is why I couldn't stand the sight of it and it hurt me. I also have a deathly fear of impalation. Fencing has helped a bit. Only when I stand still when people are doing drills and have to *wait* for people to drive three feet of metal into my chest, that's not very pleasant. I used to think that impaling someone would be rather graceful, sort of like cutting butter, and feel like a quick stab of pain through your body before you die, but now I think it'd be more painful because meat and bone and whatnot has got resistance, and if you're driving this long piece of metal through it, that'd probably require a bit of.. twisting and serating and tearing, even if the actual stabbing would probably be quick. The process is probably quite painful. And you wouldn't die instantly you'd have to wait to bleed to death.

I'm wondering about the nature of Carrot's injuries, depending on what type of crossbow Pratchett was talking about. Eddings seems to describe crossbow bolts as actual metal bolts, which, if something like that hit Carrot in the palm would probably smash all his hand bones and turn it into a bloody pulp. But Pratchett's crossbow bolts seem more like normal arrows. But if that were so then the arrow would probably punch *through* Carrot's hand, ew. And Pratchett doesn't describe him actually pulling the arrow out but next thing you know he's fighting like nothing happened to him, which was very weird in my mind because I imagined Carrot fighting with this bigass arrow still like sticking out of his hand. He doesn't even go for medical attention after the fight. Pratchett must've just forgot about it. Hmm. But the pain in my palm is more like a pricking like someone stuck a compass in it, not like someone smashed my hand with an iron bar, so that must be it. Arrow it is. Damn, hurts again. Knew I shouldn't have started writing about it.

Italian food is overseasoned. But I suppose any food will taste overseasoned to someone used to Chinese Cantonese food.

Meh, haven't had time to blog. Went to Alexandria yesterday and was for some reason awed, despite having been to DC and NYC and Athens and Madrid and Seville and Hong Kong. Highways with skyways crisscrossing over them with a river of cars thunder over and cranes which look really graceful like metal oragami swans and things that gave me an urge to operate heavy machinery. It makes me feel all patriotic. I don't think the Mighty Romans (tm) ever had electric streetlamps, and Charlemagne never got to order a big mac, and the walls of Troy can't beat a flushing toilet. Europe can keep its castles and marble statues; our pride is in the here and now and not what used to be. What I hate about Europe is that it feels like there are the ghosts of too many people there. Everything is if not literally built on the top of something else that was there before, (even the farms and forests) but on the spirit of something there before. That's what makes America different. And the best thing is that all of it is as common as dirt. Maybe some day in a post-apocalyptic world some funny humans will be digging a well and find a gigantic metal frame, and they'll say, "In the Golden Age of the human race, people raised buildings that touched the sky." Actually, this had better not be the Golden Age. Maybe silver or something. Egh. Whatever. This is why I hate blogging the day after I experience something. I should've kept a notepad handy.

No, this is outside Alexandria. Inside Alexandria (downtown) is very odd. It's like someone picked you up and threw you into some colonial .. city.. town.. thing. With cars. And lights. And horses and buggies. It was pleasant though. Just odd. None of the buildings were over 3 stories tall. It looked basically like Annapolis but less ghetto, and my mom said it looked like Georgetown only I've never been there or can't remember it.

Like Ankh-Morpork, but less grubby. Finished Feet of Clay. Annoyed, no Pratchett tomorrow (which I consider to be Monday. Technically it's already Monday, but it's 12:13 am Monday, so I consider it pyschologically still as "Sunday Night.) Must go to library on Tuesday.

Spent all afternoon looking at oil paintings. Oooh, here's a good one! Cleopatra Testing Poisons on Condemned Prisoners.

And reading Guards!Guards! in between loading times. Slow computer. Stoopid. *bap*. My poor Vetinari-poo. This book just makes him a normal, garden variety evil. You know, with black robes and everything. Shame. The good thing about him in Jingo and 5th Elephant was that he was there, but not. You know, like, neutral conniving dude that ran the city but didn't make it clear. But this is an earlier book. It's sort of odd to see all the characters de-evolved, like the literary equivalent of those pictures in textbooks where there's this walking monkey that slowly turns into a walking naked guy, with his dick cleverly concealed by his forward leg. But in reverse.

Oh, and apparently, Vetinari *isn't* married, even though he looks like a bondage freak. Um. Terry Pratchett's words, not mine. "Nothing wrong with whips and needles, in moderation" Good God, is it 4:30 already?

http://www.revolutionsf.com/print.html?id=838.html The Fellowship of the Rings movie novelization. HA!

Woo! 91.3% on my physics exam!!! ROCK!! As opposed to Puffy and Alex, who both got 92's.

Btw, have you ever wondered why they call people "Peers of the Realm"? What're they peers to? I can imagine it now..
"Recently, Prince Harry has been a victim of Peer pressure.."

Alexander the Great: The Anime. Fear. Go to the English site, not the Korean site. On a related note, they've cast Leonardo DiCaprio for the live action big budget movie ALEXANDER. *scream* In all capital letters with the X in a bigger font cuz it looks cool. The anime one isn't actually that disturbing. It's just that it's.. *different*.. and I think it would have been neato if they at least kept some Greek aspects in the visual design, instead of making it all.. X-men-ish. And Leonardo DiCaprio as Alexander is just disturbing.

Poetic justice. "The executioner's working conditions were all but impossible during the Reign of Terror. Blood soaked the scaffold, leaving Sanson and his assistants liable to slip and fall. A pond of blood pooled beneath the scaffold causing a disgusting stench. Rivers of it ran down the cobbled streets. Indeed, in 1792 Charles-Henri saw his own son Gabriel tumble to the ground, sustaining fatal injuries, after skidding in a pool of blood. Afterwards, railings were put up around the scafolds to safeguard executioners."

Hell, even the music is funny. Whee!

Jen's chocolates are yummy. Ghirardelli. If I ate the whole bag, that's be 68% of my day's saturated fat. That's why I only ate like half the bag a few days before. 34%! HA! I have a curse on Morpheus that whenever people upload from me their connection speed slows down to a crawl until everything stops moving.

Discworld music kicks ass. I've downloaded something called "Stick and Bucket Dance". Yeehaw! With a name like that you know it's gots ta be good! And it's happy. Better than the "heavy metal" Lord of the Rings.

Wow, Morpheus has infinite amounts of Discworld crud. ^__^ I think I shall go and cook Discworld pancakes. Yaaayyy! Discworld makes me happy. I know I'm insane, but I really enjoy when I'm obsessed. It always feels like there's something to do or learn, and not in a negative way. It's something I want to do, and there are enough days when I just do whatever without really looking forward to doing anything or just wanting to do anything.

Discworld makes Nick angry. At least when I talk about it. Sad that what makes me happy makes him angry. Could just be his math exam.

The Vision of Escaflowne Choir sounds V. good. Alex had a hard time pronouncing "Escaflowne" (a while back). Can't figure out why for the life of me. Don't think I'll be going to Alex-poo's tomorrow. I'm gamed-out. And too many things I want to do. Like go to the library. And see how Rock Creek Park looks with snow in it.

Vetinari's my bitch.

Sounds like Alex.

"Jingo" has disturbed me. In a good way. Thanks, Nick. No, seriously. I needed that.

Peace on Earth.

My long, semi-philosophical AIM discussion about Pratchett and fictional violence, and responses to it on a message board. I'm Troop. The person with the big "Vetinari for President" graphic.

One man, one vote! My vote! Picture made by CT O'Rourke. Don't sue me. You should be able to see it now, Alex.

Like folksy guitar but more dissonant. And people screaming into the mic.

Wow, heavy metal Lord of the Rings music. But. Blind Guardian isn't that good. Well, people say it's heavy metal. Doesn't sound like heavy metal to me, it sounds like some... I dunno, some folk guitar crud or something.. bleh. I'm glad I didn't spend $20 on a cd.

Which Evil Criminal are You?

Also, if you sign up for something, then *do* it, or take all of five seconds to *unsign* yourself.

The Very Secret Diary of the Fellowship of the Rings has been updated. Pippin. Go pippin. Apparently this Cassie Claire person is the famous Harry Potter fanfic author. Of "Draco Dormiens" fame. Wow, didn't know it was her.

The hell, it's only my psych grade.

I'm taking personal offense at people not coming to the psych experiment. Wankers. I have friends, supposedly, so the least you could do if you're staying after school is drop by for 15 minutes.

As opposed to trying to spend those 15 minutes trying to figure out whether some shards are plastic or ceramics. Wankers. And DON'T say that you're going home and you can't come if you AREN'T going home and you're RIGHT NEXT DOOR for god's sake!

Bah.

Btw, Nick, thanks for the Discworld..

All alone.. without my Terry Pratchett... good thing I have my... calculus...

bah.

Ways to tell that you're in the IB. A contribution to Nick's list. After I smack him in advance for not bringing Discworld tomorrow so I get to sit at the ride-on bus stop all cold and lonely with that weird guy with the creepy eyebrows.

You know you're IB when you're bourgeois and you can spell it.

(not that I can)

neeed... moreeeee.. disssscwwwooorlllld... Whaddya wanna bet Nick is gonna forget "Jingo" tomorrow? I should remind him. Loudly. Wolfgang is kinda cute. In a deranged homicidal werewolf type way. Yes, I finished "Fifth Elephant", which actually has nothing to do with an elephant. Watch me flunk my math test tomorrow too. Too many tests. It's not that I don't care, it's just that it wouldn't surprise me. BTW, yes, frictional coefficient is 2.3. They should have something for books called a "fictional coefficient" represented by the made up Greek letter "Moo", the amount by which disbelief is suspended. If it's 0, the thing slides right down. If it's.. say.. 2.3, disbelief is not only not suspended, it plummets through the center of the earth and out the other side. It's not a measurement of how outlandish a book is, just how well the writer can carry it off. Like, Discworld is fine, despite it hurting my head whenever I think of a world without a horizon. But some novels really push it... "Look! A giant ferret falls out the sky and rips the villain to shreds!" (I swear to God I'm not making this up) ... "Look! My wand has a never-before-mentioned unique quality of creating beams of golden light when the Bad Guy comes!" Fictional coefficient times the mass of the book = the amount of force needed to get me to read the damn thing.

Downloading Lord of the Rings soundtrack stuff from Morpheus. Because I'm too cheap to get the actual soundtrack. Ooh. I love the Evil music.

I ate a bag of carrots. What an accomplishment.

The Geek Chart. And ain't it true?

You know, I'm starting to like my blog as it is, with its fucked up template. It's sort of.. unique... and also, it has the widest display space. I think I'll leave it as it is, so I won't have to be bothered to move my comments. The little that there are. Wow, I'm such a comments bitch.

DISCWORLD! DISCWORLD! Gosh that's fun to say! DISCWORLD!

People are uploading from me on Morpheus. I feel so loved, even if they are cancelling their downloads halfway through.

You know what's sad? Half of the comments on this blog are mine. Also, I know I should be doing work, but I don't care. Or sleeping. whatever.

I'm The Lord of the Rings Character Test!

I like to think that everyone is really a character in my strange fictional world - I don't care if no-one outside it has a clue what I'm on about.

Click here to find out which test you are!

Something that's garaunteed to scare the shit out of you. Honest to God. Just stare at the picture for like a minute. And don't blame me if you get a heart attack and die.

Hey, have you guys been to Bad Candy? It's cool.

Wow, I'm in a fowl mood. Fowl. I'm hungry, cuz I'm blogging at lunch. And Nick is sitting next to me blogging too but not hisv iydxf ah!!! stop! my keyboard! ;bkulaty ahhhH!!!!! his public blog. It's his private "sweet alliealliechu"jb uvuy7 vhycf blog. HAEY!

That was classic.

Why is it that when I ask people "Why?" people think I'm being argumentative? You'd think that if someone said no to an idea because of one aspect to the idea, if you changed that aspect, they'd be all rigiht. If they didn't like the whole idea at all, they should just tell me so so I stop pissing in the wind. Figuratively.

Gondor has no pants! Gondor NEEDS no pants!

Speaking of candy. Gordon Y was talking today about virginal blood. I was stupid enough to ask why virgins bleed. EW EW EW!

But you know what's funny? The Bad Candy site

Nobody pays any attention to my Blog unless I say something funny. That's like real life. I'm not a funny person at all, it's just that people force me to be. I hate being funny. I can be the comic relief while someone else goes off and saves the world and lovers die in each other's arms and Dark Lords corrupt people and people corrupt themselves and wars are fought and lives are lost and lives are gained. So I can sit around on my ass making fart jokes. Suckage.

I ignored him, and Andrew went away. Damn, that was easy.

http://www.angelfire.com/rant/suburbanlegends/license.jpg LooK! I made it myself! Also, Angelfire is being a butt, so I can't link to it or post it on my Blog.

Is Legolas Hot or Not? Poll courtesy me. You're welcome.

I don't think Mario has any actual plumbing skills.

What to do about Andrew "The Bastard"? Not Andrew "The Patterson" though I think that if they met it would be interesting.

Okay, so I'm on the bus with Alex, and Andrew the Bastard (as we've dubbed him) is all like SHUT UP, none of you talk! But we're talking, and we ignore him. (I don't know what sort of crack he's smoking.. he's a group of freshman guys, like three, we're like one junior girl and one junior guy. It's REALLY bad form to harass people who're *older* than you, especially when they're IB people and won't do anything violent to you to make you look tough. Maybe they'll bugger your graphing calculator.) I guess I could fire his ass if he ever worked for a company I run. But that's unsatisfying.

But we just kept talking, and Alex was rolling his eyes and was like, *mumble* why are people so immature. Which obviously wasn't making him go away. It does in tv shows, where if you ignore or stand up to a bully, they go away. Which is the most unhelpful advice I've ever been given. (i mean, if he were the type to go away if people stand up to him, he wouldn't be harassing people two grades older than him) So he was interupting us and was like, "SHUT UP! I told you all to shut up! STOP TALKING." Personally I think it would've been better if Alex had just talked over him instead of acting exasperated, but whatever.

So then Andrew is like, "I want you to slap me" and sticks his cheek like six inches from my face. And I'm like,
"Why?"
And he's like, "Because I want you to." And I'm like,
"Why?"
and then another one of his groupies is like, "You should SO do it!" and I'm like
"Why don't you do it then?"
and he's like, "Because I want to get bitchslapped by a GIRL. Guys don't slap, they punch."
I, like a dumb hick, says, "Why?"
and he says, "Because I like the pain!"

So I spit in his face.

This is where Alex ran off the bus.

he (andrew) spits back on me again, but it wasn't a very good spit wad, because I was planning it so I had more time to prepare and collect.

So anyways, he's like, "Tomorrow, I'm going to spit on you! I'm gonna fill a milk jug! And I'll piss in it, and pour it on your head!" (I doubt he has that much piss or spit. If he does, I'll be amazed) And then he got off at his stop while patting at his unslapped cheek.

The stop IS at his house. I think he does have a death wish, because if I wanted to I could bike over there and egg it.

But I'm not violent or a vandal. I'm thinking of wearing a raincoat/bringing an umbrella tomorrow, or bringing in a milk jug.

I took Alex's Lord of the Rings character test. I'm Sam. I'm flattered.

I am Kong. Strong and passionate, I tend to be misunderstood, sometimes even feared. I don't want to fight, I don't want to cause trouble, all I ask is a little love, and a little peace. If I don't get what I want, I get angry, and throw barrels and flaming oil at whatever's stopping me. What Video Game Character Are You?

http://www.bossmonster.com/e4/cricket/cricket.html This is definitely not cricket. BTW, Alex, I finally got my Christmas present from my sister, Sluggy's sixth book. I'll show you the Ayn Rand storyline.

You know what will be a very difficult drawing study? Nick S in drag. I'm doing it for a "back issue" of Skank Mag, since Nick B has requested more porn. Hmmph, and he doesn't even take the time to laminate them. I don't want him to soil my beautiful covers. (BTW, Life Sucks, their is no Hope in this World, angst angst, the System is drowning me. Etc. Old news.)

It's hard drawing porn. And don't even think of that as a pun. I just can't get poses and skin texture shading right. I guess the first step in learning to draw is learning to see things, instead of drawing what you think you see. And then the next step is drawing things in 3d on a 2d medium, like, learning how to put the basic geometric shapes that constitute every object on paper. Which is where I'm at now. Now I need to learn the subtleties of lighting and texture. I think that's maybe my new goal in life. That and becoming a porn artist.

J. Ro's prediction was correct. Apparently, the Marquis de Sade *did* use tongs. Heated tongs. BUT. Since none of you who read this are in my history class you wouldn't know what I was talking about. Dammity. Aleeeexxxxxx.... get betterrrrr. Yes, history is fun again. It's more Alcibiades type stuff and cones and less 'the grain taxes in 1521' type stuff. Monday! Marie Antoinette's cleavage! Physics is moderately entertaining too. Black holes! I guess it's sort of loserly of me to be talking about school. But really, it's my main... thing. I spend 6 hours a day going there, all my friends are from there, I plan my schedule around it, down to when I eat, I do more homework at night... since I'm getting a free education (you could argue my sanity as the price, but that was Hell Week before winter break, not now), I might as well enjoy it.

I saw 60 minutes about the Lost Boys of Sudan, a bunch of young African men who had their parents killed and were chased out of their homes by the civil war when they were little kids and had to walk through the desert until they got to a refugee camp. Now a lot of them are coming to the States. It makes me wonder what *we* get depressed for. Maybe it's that we figure out that there's more to life than having a safe roof over our heads and three meals a day and a bed. But there's a lot of opportunity here too. We just have to know where to look for it.

I'm happy. I feel I'm getting back into the swing of things again. As opposed to Nick S, who is hitting his "Depressed" phase. Strange. It's going to snow on Sunday! Woo! That makes me happy.

Which Lord of the Rings character are you?

#1: Eowyn (My favorite!) #2: Grima Wormtongue #3: Barliman Butterbur #4: Boromir #5: Denethor #6: Frodo Baggins #7: Gimli #8: Legolas #9: Eomer #10: Samwise Gamgee (Sam) #11: Treebeard (Fangorn) #12: Faramir#13: Peregrin Took (Pippin) #14: Saruman #15: Arwen (this is the BOOK Arwen, not the movie Arwen) #16: Meriadoc Brandybuck (Merry) #17: Lord of the Nazgul (Witch-King of Angmar) #18: Bilbo Baggins #19: Gollum (Smeagol) #20: Sauron #21: Galadriel #22: Theoden #23: Elrond #24: Aragorn (Strider) #25: Gandalf Mithrandir

Well, the results are all over the place.

Poke the Bunny!

Wow, I did exceptionally unwell on the physics retake. I mean, for a retake. And possibly for a test in general. Nick gave me a giant gelt piece. So now i have more in my meagre stash of Christmas goodies. Woo. If I ever get around to it I'm going to write a poem on black holes.

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ORC! It's what's for dinner!