My Diet Blog was very briefly on the top 10 most recently updated blogs. But not anymore. I actually suspect it's on there immediately after I update it, but I'm never on the main blogger page to check.

BTW, there was an article about blogs in Newsweek, but it focused more on people using blogs to make political statements.

Are we doing anything tomorrow? If we are, I'm so out of money. Blah.

It was such a Nice Spring Day (tm) that I made myself go for a walk. And bought a cup of iced coffee. For $3. Which is silly, because first I owe Jen $3 and also because it's too cold for iced coffee and windy. Thunderstorm warning, actually. Gah, it was sunny when I went out.

Went to lunch at Jen's Chinese Restaurant (which my dad insists was named Joe's Chinese Restaurant previously) on Sunday for Mother's Day, which I ended up not buying anything for because I was broke and it'd look really dumb asking my mom for money to buy her a present. She got a cool heart balloon with 'ink on this balloon conforms to blah blah blah laws' written in small print on the edges in English and in Spanish, and an Ocean's 11 DVD, and yellow roses. My family talked about dumb adult things which I still don't understand. Blah. My brother-in-law couldn't come because he got stuck in a bachelor party out of town and thought he could make it back but couldn't. Personally, my suspicion is that he got too drunk, since once he was at my house and got really drunk and puked in the bathroom and had to lie down on the sofa.

Worm low score- 18. It's physically impossible to get lower than that.

My sister's wedding is next week so me and my mom went to G Street Fabrics on Saturday to buy cloth so she can make her dress. My mom's dress; my sister already has a dress. It was cool at first going 'ooh, shiny! Pretty! Soft!' but then it got annoying after like two hours with my mom going, "This shade of purple is too dark." "Too light." "Too solid colored." "Too hard to tailor." "Too aquatic." "Too blue." "Too red." "Too expensive." "Too cheap-looking." "Too thick." "Too sheer." Blah. Then she found an employee there (who was also an immigrant) and they commenced to have a strange strange cloth and sewing and whatnot conversation in broken English. ("It's lavendle. You use eet for ze linink. Ahn'd you use zis for ze girtle. And zis for ze skilt.") I went to sit on the sofas by the front door to wait for my mom to finish, which were apparently put there just for that purpose because the only other people sitting there were really bored looking husbands (and sons.)

Worm high score- 2379.

I did so bad on the physics retake. Dumb trippy conceptual problems. Dumb proofs.

Worm high score- 2151. I need this game for my graphing calculator, it's so addictive.

Too many essays. Annoying. Anyways.

Woo. Went to Baja Fresh with Alex, Nick and Silvia, then to the hippie store. Wanted to buy two little owl statues for mother's day but it was $40. New Age stuff is always overpriced, possibly because people are willing to pay so much for it. And then to Circuit City so Alex could buy earphones. Woo, go guacamole. Silvia was amazed that normal people don't take calculus in high school.

Had to throw out my toast from yesterday.

Frog orgy and Boromir! Yeah, the Japanese are really getting into Lord of the Rings now. A Japanese Fan Art Gallery. I found it from Theonering.net, so I'm not sure why it's that special, it was just linked from there. Really good art though. Elrond as an anime character is disturbing looking.

What was funny about yesterday was, Nick took my graphing calculator to calculate the tip for the Silver Diner.

SFX 87: http://www.anastrophe.co.za/article.php3?article_id=23 This is the funniest thing in the whole world.
SFX 87: Don't let them Nigerians rape my maid!
IHateIB: Nick's coming with us.
SFX 87: to rape my maid?
IHateIB: Hence the "coming."

Strange, strange conversations.

Watched a downloaded, movie in which the person who made it spliced up together parts of Casablanca and The Maltese Falcoln and other old black and white films, and dubbed over the dialogoue, to create a Classic Lord of the Rings movie. It's f-ing hilarious.

Arwen, Warrior Babe. An epic war poem about the mighty Arwen Evenstar. Tremble ye mighty and despair.

Math Studies= Easy. Psych= Banal. I'm so mellow.

Didn't go to Le Madeline as expected since we decided the metro ride would be too long. Fun with Nick and Jen on the Pike! Which, since they all blog, you know about already. They should make sidewalks wide enough for three people to walk side by side. Today was hotter than expected. Don't know why Jen quoted me- I've had a similar (maybe not as funny as it was at the Silver Diner) quote on my blog for a while now. Go chocolate pancakes. Food eaten at the Silver Diner on my Diet Blog. Which isn't working to make me stop eating, but it's still pretty entertaining to upkeep.

Am planning to do something tomorrow with Alex and maybe Nick.

AP Calc test was difficult, at least the free response. Probably because I severely had to go take a piss during that part of the test, especially with that problem about water leaking out of a cone. GODDAMMIT! We only got a five minute break between the multiple choice questions and free response, and there was only one bathroom in the stage's dressing room, so there was quite a line, and after like 3 minutes Ms. Chapman came in and said, "There's no time!" and shooed us back out. Have no idea why Gordon has a crush on her. Sam will kill him if he tries anything. The MC (with calculator) questions, however, were ridiculously easy since they gave us 50 minutes for 17 questions, and I'm still wondering what I skipped/did wrong. But then again Math Studies was ridiculously easy.

Have decided (read, Nick decided) to go to Le Madeline (or whatever) in Bethesda tomorrow w/ Nick and Jen between tests. Woohoo. Ghettro. I think I'll go buy something for Mother's Day after Jen gets picked up by her mom.

As Alex told me to a while ago, I have made a permanent link to my diet blog. Also, Sims' blog, very belatedly.

The Hobbit Bath/Drinking Song. As demanded by Sims. It's the Bath/Drinking Song because the movie people cleverly spliced two songs from the book into one. From the Green Dragon scene cut from the movie, which will be in the Longer More Garrulous DVD.

Nickypoo, Jennypoo... anyone who's taking Math Studies Paper 2 on Wednesday, we can all hang out after we finish taking the test. Me and Nick have to take the Psych test in the afternoon, but we can all hang out for like three hours after the Math Studies test is over. I dunno where.

I shall have to study like a good little cherub for IB Math Studies and AP Calculus.

Conversation held in Calculus with some senior girl I don't know:

Her: I should ask Mr. Thomas to prom.
Me: He wouldn't go. He's an insomniac, so whenever he stays up late it's really bad for him.
Her: He could sleep on my shoulder.
Me: You'd get squished.
Her: I'm 18! It's all legal!
Me: Righty-o.
Her: Is he married?
Me: No.
Her: This could be the start of something beautiful.

Remember folks, Lord of the Rings: Lego Edition has been updated. Legolas!

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.

Take the test here!! Made by Jenna and Robbie.

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.

I had a dream that Alex was run down by a car and died. Afterwards, we'd (meaning the juniors) would be at school and doing school stuff and we'd see things that reminded us of Alex, and places he'd been, and things he'd never finished. It would make us happy at first to remember him, and sad because then we'd have to remember that he wasn't there and he wouldn't be coming back. And also, I was wondering where he was, since he was dead and if there was an afterlife, and that made me sad too because I knew that he'd probably be really excited at having found out the answer to the Life, the Universe, and Everything, and wanting to tell us, and it sounded so much like Alex. And I said, "Did you hear about Alex?" to people and Jen said, "Yeah" and I told Andrew said that it wasn't so painful to understand what happened to him, but more that someone could intentionally do something like that. And then Nick S said something modern and nonsensical.

I'm glad you're alive, Alex.

Waking up crying is so much worse than waking up screaming- when I was little, I'd just have nightmares of monsters in the basement. I don't know why my dreams have to grow up as I do.

Nick is nasty and cynical. I want to smack him very hard. I know he's been having a hard time. So I feel guilty about wanting to smack him very hard. And I want to smack him very hard for inadvertantly making me feel guilty for wanting to smack him very hard. And I feel guilty about that too.

The Angry Lesbian and Orson Scott Card. Tell me, do people take classes to purposefully misinterpret what someone else says, each and every time??? This lady.. okay, OSC says something like, "Anti-rape laws are so much more strictly enforced now than they were 25 years ago." And the interviewer lady decides that Orson Scott Card is a mad serial Nazi rapist. Hello!

You know what's better than sex? Reading Ender's Game and Ender's Shadow simultaneously. OH yeah!

I can understand why John Ashcroft was concerned about having his picture taken in front of the statue of Justice. Her bronze bosom is rather distracting, so I can see the Attorney General's motivation for keeping it covered with a $8000 drape. After all, whenever I see John Ashcroft, I think, "God, what a giant boob!"

I feel the need to write this because most of my blog is me ranting about stuff, not what actually goes on in my life. It's such a shitty excuse for a diary in that respect- I won't be able to read this over several years later and remember things that happened, because I never write about them.

Quote of Yesterday:
(while writing thank you letters to the mentally ill patients who talked to us at Springfield Hospital)
Alex Dudley: Dear Walter... thank you for talking to us.. we had a crazy time..

I think I did go insane. Springfield Hospital was as boring as mud. I was (unsensitively, probably) hoping/expecting that it'd be like at Bellavue, with loony people yelling, "I HATE THIS PLACE. THE MEDICINES DON'T WORK. I'VE BEEN HERE FOR SEVEN YEARS. I HATE THIS PLACE." but it was a nice, happy place. With really boring staff members making presentations. Though the guy who talked to us, Walter, was really cool once you got past the fact that he had a hard time talking because his meds got his tongue swollen. Now that I think of it, he wasn't really as funny as we all remember him (having gotten our group to break out into spontaneous laughter), it's just that he was really cheerful and animated, and the mood spread. And when asked about the opportunities for patients to have relationships, a staff member said that they didn't officially condone relationships but some patients would go out on the hospital grounds for "bush therapy." That brought the house down. But it's not as funny when I tell it. Nothing ever is.

Springfield looked/felt like an elementary school. It was the horrid yellow bricks. Rob had suspected it used to be a college, but it wasn't- it was always a mental institution. I still wouldn't like to live there. It was, however, unlike RM for the last two days, completely air conditioned.

The bus ride was real good. It was fun talking to Rob but Nick was cranky and antisocial on the (airconditioned charter) bus the whole time, and just slept. The scenery was marvellously pretty (I suppose anything's pretty in spring), even though Rob observed that landscapes like that were a dime a dozen in Maryland. I don't think that's a bad thing.

But we got back by seventh period and I ended up going to math anyways even though I just could've skipped, and I didn't have my homework or my AP problem done because I hadn't expected to be going to seventh. See, see, it's not irresponsible like when you don't do your homework because it might snow the next day. On the sheet, it said that we were excused from seventh, so I'd thought the night before that I wouldn't have to go to math and didn't do my homework. And I didn't get to feel morally superior to the people who did skip either, because the only reason I didn't skip was because I thought other people would go, and give me away. Oh, and Mr. Willard said I couldn't retake the physics heat test at all because I already used up two Mulligans last quarter, and I think I'm getting a C. So I was real cranky. Heat does that to me.

But I did good on today's math test. Wazzah. Thus ends my boring, boring blog entry. I'm beginning to see why I don't talk about my life much.

Shall say that most irritating line, because it fits.. "Hot enough for ya??" I should have brought that water shpritzer to school.

Finished Time After Time. Better than I could write, but one of the worst books I've read in a while. Someone needs to learn how to plot.
Am now reading Ender's Shadow. Makes me feel a bit dumb and depressed, but fortunately it's not One of Those Weeks (Days, Months, Years, insert one of those times), so it won't make me UberDepresssed. This book needs a catharsis though. You can't be angsty all the time. I wonder if Orson Scott Card is chronically depressed. It occurs to me that I'm probably of below average intelligence, since there seems to be a difference between being intelligent and being educated, and I'm the latter. Took a look at IQ tests and ilk in Psych, and they basically seem to be a tests of basic spatial and verbal skills, which seems more like education than actual intelligence... having a solid grasp of situations even while being in the midst of them, being able to know people and know where they stand, using information objectively and analytically, knowing what course of action to take and how to go through with it, and how people/things are likely to respond to it. Aka, Ender. I'm pretty clueless. I'm glad I'm dumb though- I imagine being smart sucks. But if Scott Adams is to be believed, imagining being smart is pretty pointless too, because it's impossible.. like being a bug on a 2D plane trying to imagine the third dimension. Hell.

Bloody hell. Came in to school at 6:25 in the morning to retake the physics test (cuz I'm going on the psych field trip and won't be here at lunch) but Mr. Willard forgot, and was displeased with me dropping in on his room at like, the Crack Of Dawn (tm). So I'm taking it tomorrow at lunch, but still got saddled with hanging out randomly at school for 45+ minutes. Spent it sitting next to the elevator on the third floor watching people come in. I can sympathize with guards on night watch now. Honestly, it'd probably be less boring to just fall asleep. I spent some time making profiles of people.. 'blonde white girl, hair in pony tail, pink tube-top, khaki pants.' A note about descriptions. You really can't see people's eye color from far away. You just can't. I don't see why people consider eye color so integral in descriptions of people, since it's basically worthless.

The ship drawing tutorial. Step 1. "Get a good book on elementary perspective which can be understood." DOH! -_-

It's sort of funny. It's like a "Shakespeare for Dummies" thing or something. Shakespeare for Dummies... Step 1. Learn to read.

I found this particularly amusing, though probably no one else will.

Text based Pong
3D Pong

You Know You're From the DC Metro Area When..."

You say you're from DC, but you actually live in VA or MD but are too embarrassed to say it.
Coke is always called coke. It's not soda or pop, or even soda pop. As in "Hey do you want a coke?" "Yes, what do you have?" "Sprite, root beer, Coke..."
You always got pissed when Fauquier County got out for snow, and you didn't.
"I got stuck behind a motorcade" is a common excuse for being late .
You have a few friends who don't know what their parents do...It's Top Secret government work.
We don't have southern accents, IT'S NOT THE SOUTH!!!!!
You consider Costco to be fun (and now you know that there's alot to choose from)
We get out of school for government closings
You never actually call "the Metro" a subway.
* you have eaten at Cali T, Cal Tor, or C T, but have no idea what California Tortilla is.

(Though I disagree... MONUMENTS ROCK!!!! HA! [to a certain extent].)
You know what's funner than Costco? Taking tours of DC and then acting superior because you know everything.

Finished Wyrd Sisters. Will have to start something else. It will either be Ender's Shadow or the sequel to Time and Again, since Nick is reading it. I started, but never finished, because it was rather boring. I bought it several years ago because it was on sale at the dollar store. And apparently he doesn't go back in time to kill Bismarck.. he goes back in time to kill Kaiser Wilhelm. Sorry, folks.

Rob and Nick and I have decided to sack some monastaries. Personally, I think sacking a brothel would have a much better payoff.

Nick S looks like Harry Potter with his new haircut. Not a new observation, since I made it on Monday, but I felt I'd note it on this blog.

This is a hilarious Onion article. The thing is that it's so true.

Ever since watching Moulin Rouge, I've been walking around singing, "THE HILLS ARE ALLLIIIIIVEEEE.." Well, it's not like Ewan McGregor (say it with a Scoottish accent! Say it! "Ewan MicGregah!") can sing. He sort of shouts-sings. He shings. "THE HILLS ARE ALLIIIIVEEEEEEEEE....!"

Stole two brand spanking new LotR bookmarks. Er. Acquired. With permission. But according to Ayn Rand, since I didn't pay for them, I stoles them.

The previous Magellan quote was on a t-shirt for sale at The Darwin Awards. I want it. But I seem to want everything.

Mr. Thomas: And on Friday, we're going to be doing maps of Africa, so bring your colored pencils..
Me: Colored pencils... *snicker*..

God, you know History class is going rancid when you have to make yourself laugh. And it wasn't even a good joke either. Just to give you an idea of how boring history is, our last quarter was spent covering "Europe from 1831-1877" or something. Jeebus.

"The wretching of the soul." -Me

Wow, that sounded quite angsty. But you do know what I mean.

"The Church says the Earth is Flat, but I know that it is Round. For I have seen the Shadow on the Moon, and have more Faith in a Shadow than in the Church." -Magellan.

Just read the article in Newsweek about the 18 year old Palestinian girl who suicide-bombed and killed a 17 year old Israeli girl. I want to wretch. But not physically.. I wish there were a word for it... I guess it's the wretching of the soul..

I don't understand, because they both had futures... the girl who killed herself was engaged to be married this summer, and was going to go into a journalism college.. and the girl who was killed had just found a new appreciation for her heritage over the summer after years of hating living in Israel... I don't know.

I need to write down inspiration when I get it. I need an Emergency Writer's Notepad next to me when I can't on the word processor. Otherwise, things die. I hate the Midnight Muse.. she shouldn't inspire me so late at night when I should be sleeping. I'm pretty sure I can writer, but it seems I can only write well when I want to write- otherwise I suck. That's not very surprising, is it?

Finished reading The Green Rider. Nobody's read it, so nobody cares, but I feel a compulsive need to blog every book I've finished for some reason (I finished the Josephine one a while ago). I don't know why I picked it up, actually.. I felt this compulsive urge to read it, despite the campy cover art. It was good, but I think I'll make fun of it anyways. Especially since the first half is like..(as someone summarized the FotR movie..) "I'm running through the woods!!! I'm running through the woods!!!!" Actually, no. It was like... "I'm running through the woods! I'm running through the woods! ... I'm having tea with a dead guy!... I'm running through the woods!.. Deus ex Machina! ... I'm running through the woods!... I fall asleep in the bath! .... I'm running through the woods! ... Some guy tries to rape me!.. I'm run-" Okay, you get it.

Zifei's art is too good. He must die.

Wow. Apparently I walked 2.4 miles for a sandwich. Good sandwich though. I didn't know it was that far. Well, it's really not that far, but it just looks like an intimidating number. Also, it's sort of annoying to walk for 20 minutes and get a sandwich and then walk straight back without getting a chance to sit down due to violin lessons. The great thing about Togo's is that they don't mind if I pay them all in quarters. Oh well. This is my lunch. Ahhhhhh. It's also one of my favorite sandwiches ever.



I wonder if I should make this my AIM icon.

(You know you're putting your life online when you put a picture of your lunch on your blog. Next thing you know, I'll be blogging about my toiletries.)

And that was the highlight of my day.

Murphy's Law of Fantasy Book Monarchies: Whenever a king is sick/dying, you can count on there being no heirs, or too many of them. Usually, among these heirs, one of them will be an evil asshole, and one of them will be bluff and kind-hearted. Like clockwork, you can count on the second guy being shafted and thrown into a dungeon of some sort. Or exiled. But not killed. Because if he were, that'd be the end of the book.

I like to live in my little Klein bottle.


Imagine a cylinder, stretched up'l and out'l.


Push in the bottom to link with the throttle.


You need 4 dimensions to bring this about'l.


A home that's ingenious, clever, and crafty.


I find it delightful, but a little bit drafty.

Quote of the Day: "Wir müssen wissen. Wir werden wissen."

Has anyone noticed the Dorkiness Effect? In Star Trek, or in any other franchise traditionally considered to be dorky, any person considered to be hip by the people and the standards of that universe, are ten times dorkier when judged by Earth standards. This is the same principle that makes perfectly fashionable young women look dorky when they attend comic book and science fiction conventions in costume. For example, Princess Leia is considered to be blindingly hot by guys on the Star Wars universe. But if someone were to walk down the street looking like that, you'd be like, "oH.. my.. gawd! Lose the dress and the cinnabons, girlfriend!" Also, Star Trek and ilk aren't dorky just because their fans are dorks, because even when you take perfectly normal Beautiful People With Social Lives and make them fans or star them in the franchise, the franchise doesn't become any less dorky. In other words, the nature of Dungeons and Dragons makes it dorky, even if nondorks play it. (I think this dorkiness phenomenom is often due to the fact that the dorks who are creators of these dorky enterprises try to write "cool" people by making them stunningly beautiful, but their dorky personalities still come out when they say things like, "Phasers energize!" or "That is quite a broadsword, is it not, young elf?")

Was bored out of my mind today, saw my DVD of "The Princess Bride." It kicks ass, but I'm wondering how Inigo Montoya can be hit in the gut by a thrown dagger and not feel any aftereffects like ten minutes later. Sort of like how in the Tomb Raider movie Mansfield Powell could have been hit in the chest with a thrown knife and suddenly feel no aftereffects five minutes later? And it's not like, being grazed or anything either. It's like, someone throws a dagger at one of these guys, it buries itself into said body part, said person gasps in pain and shock and bleeds and staggers and pulls the knife out and perfectly normal stuff, then the person they're fighting comes up to him to finish him off, and whee, renewed strength! Powell fights until Lara Croft kills him, so you could say it was a last burst of stength instead of a full recovery, but he fights like nothing happened to him! No grimace of pain or ragged gasping for breath or nothin'. The recovery is slightly more realistic for Inigo, where he's struggling to keep from keeling over but can still use his arm, and manages to parry Count Rugen enough to keep from being impaled (but still takes minor injuries), and then manages to get to his feet and kill the Count in a fit of anger, but it's rather unrealistic that he stays strong afterwards. I was honestly expecting him to collapse and die from his wounds immediately after that, knowing he'd completed his life goal. Not run upstairs and jump out a window and ride off into the night with the other heroic people on four white horses. I mean, is being impaled by a knife not as serious as it sounds?

If it wasn't that serious a wound and just a bluff, that was a damn good bluff.

Easter is boring, so I'll have to talk about yesterday.

Yesterday was a good food day. Food was basically the highlight of my day. I had.. um.. Breakfast/lunch at the IHOP close to RM. It was tasty. I wouldn't call it brunch, because that implies a snack between breakfast and lunch. That was my breakfast and lunch.

Bought a dress for my sister's wedding, and I guess for junior prom too by default even though I have no one to go with, since it seems a shame to buy like a $160 dress for just one occasion. It's real purty, but too big in the chest. Who'da thought? Still, I'm happy. I'll have to postpone cutting my hair though, since I don't want to do anything weird with my hair so close to my sister's wedding that I can't fix it beforehand.

Talked to my mom about my problems. Suckage. Problems seem to magnify when you talk about them.

Dinner at the Olive Garden, where I got to meet all my brother-in-law-to-be's relatives. I didn't know I had another sister. Geez. I'm so out of it. (Apparently she's my half-sister's half-sister so really not my actual sister... Maggie and I share a dad, but not a mom. Jessie and Maggie share a mom. So me and Jessie aren't related by blood at all.) Her boyfriend is cool though. (Selfishly) I hope they get married so I can hang out with him more. DAN DA MAN!

Went to midnight Easter mass to see Maggie baptized (to Margaret, named after the saint) at the Glorious Korean Catholic Martyrs Church or something. Many paintings in the hallways of Glorious Korean Catholic Martyrs being Martyred in various painful ways. Joy. I hate the word martyr now since Osama uses it so much.. Blah. First time attending a Catholic mass, unless you count watching midnight Christmas Mass by the Pope last year on tv... Lots of dunking faces into water, dudes in white robes, women in lacy veils and chimas, eating wafers, lighting candles, swinging censors, praying on padded knee cushions, asking for donations via baskets sent through the pews on poles, chanting and singing hymns in Korean, maybe some Latin. Some carrying around in a procession of what looked to be Jesus Onna Cross (I'd say stick but that'd be blasphemous). For two hours. I amused myself by calculating powers of two.. I got up to 8192 and then stopped. It's not very far, but my math sucks. My dad had attempted before Mass to swordfight with the unlit candles before my oldest sister acted properly horrified. Dan was lucky because my brother-in-law-to-be, Dongwoo, was sitting next to him and had a prayer book or something in both English and Korean so he could at least follow along. And he does know what's goin' on, being a disillusioned Irish Catholic. Blah. It was interesting, sort of though, and uplifting, sort of, and on the whole very boring. I used to be inspired by this sort of stuff at one time or another, but not anymore. Understood some works. "Isa-ray-el", "Egyptai", "Hosana" (should mean something, don't know though), "Deus." Familial comments on how my oldest sister married a Buddhist, and Maggie is marrying a Catholic, so what about me?? (Atheist, I'm thinking.)

Some good quotage all around.

"If you can't have fun at church, where can you?" -Dan
"Well, Muslims read the Koran in Arabic, and the original Christian Bible was in Aladdin.. er.. Latin.." -My mom

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I've been thinking that, if you think about it, you could say that my fish drowned, since they weren't able to breathe underwater without the air filters. We buried my koi in the front yard after they started to smell. It's not like you can flush these things down the toilet like regular goldfish. Oh, this was Friday night. Not just now. That'd be gross.

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What a bizarre two days of spring break. Yesterday, I wake up to find winged ants swarming out of a vent into the kitchen. It's not that odd- it happened last year too, but I wish my dad had gotten out the bug spray earlier. Spent like two hours with a vacuum cleaner sucking ants into bags, and no, that is not a sexual euphemism. Reminds me of Luigi's Mansion, that game where he sucks ghosts into a vacuum cleaner, only this is the ghetto version, "Angie's House." We need the Orkin man. I'm glad I'm not insect-phobic, cuz that would've been a nightmare.

Walked to the Bauer Drive shopping center with Shpachee, went to the Chinese restaurant there, where everyone working there apparently knows me. It's very disturbing. My Dad's friend works there now, apparently. They didn't give us sweet and sour soup, but they charged it anyways, I suspect. I didn't say anything. Shpachee's parents freaked when my mom dropped her off back at her house, and she was like "Oh my god, do you have winged ants in your clothes??" Jeebus, it was like we were dogs with fleas or something. These are the same people who have "Anthrax Letter Opening Gloves."

Last night, apparently, the power went out in one room downstairs, and as a result, the air filters (those things in fishtanks which create little bubbles for the fish to breathe through their gills) were rendered unoperational (dumb Trekkie language, but I can't think of a better term for it, since they didn't technically break). The giant koi in those two tanks all died, except for that one tiny one which always gets beat up, which was put into the working tanks.

Swarms of ants, dead fish.. is this some sort of plague upon my house or something?

Yes! I always wanted to be called a "vermin invested midden heap"! Wow, I feel so loved.

Nothing quite like a nice long session of Dance Revolution. You know what would be the ultimate in coolness? The Lord of the Dance Revolution. The game, not the movie. You can have like.. Gandalf in jamming to songs like, Afronova, and Hey Nick Not So Quick. And Frodo breakdancing to Hey Mr. Wonderful. And Peter Jackson crowd surfing to Boom Boom Dollar.

So that's what they're called!

Been drawing boobies for Nick B, for the French Rev issue of Skank. Hope he likes them.

Been trying to translate oral dialogue on the spot from Chinese to English, to challenge myself. Been a lot easier than giving a running translation from English to Chinese. Shows what my better language is.

SFX 87: Hey, Azzie! What's your favorite dinosaur?
Azoriel: Hm... Before the whole Jurassic Park thing, it was Dienonychus (sp?). However, everybody's been into raptor-type dinosaurs since then, so I'm not sure anymore.
SFX 87: Heh. You do know that the JP raptors are totally unlike real raptors.
SFX 87: Real raptors were like, three feet tall.
SFX 87: the JP raptors I think were modeled off of deinonychus, but it probably would have been annoying to have actors running around yelling, "MY GOD! DEINONYCHUS!" You know how actors are.
Azoriel: *nods* They were only 6' long and ate protoceratops eggs.
Azoriel: *nods* I figured that as well... (Raptors are still pretty tiny though.)
SFX 87: evil but tiny
Azoriel: I would have chosen that Utahraptor dinosaur first (but I think those weren't discovered until after the book was written).
SFX 87: You're making this complicated, man! What's your favorite dinosaur????

Quote of the day.

"I drank what?"
-Socrates.

I should write on the democracy wall. I didn't know it was a real wall until a few days ago.

Happy St. Paddy's Day. "For Better of For Worse" Sunday comic strip was mildly offensive to me for some reason. I'm sure the Irish were perfectly happy without Christianity.

Watched Jurassic Park III. Am now on a dinosaur kick. Found notebook where I wrote a really retarded play about dinosaurs when I was in fifth grade. Alex Dudley is in it.

Want to download an mp3 of one of the songs on the Jurassic Park soundtrack. Don't know song title, and it has no lyrics, so I won't be able to find it. Not the theme song by John Williams. Am now walking around carrying a stegosaurus. Don't know why.

I must recommend a Chinese restaurant. New China Kitchen, formerly House of Chinese Chicken. Yay.

Spachee at UM always has a more exciting life. She had helicopters converge on her school when the police thought people would riot after Duke lost/won (I dunno, I don't keep up with college football) and they flashed a spotlight on her. And they had police run through in riot gear with shields and everything. Plus she went to a gay bar and got groped a hot guy. You'd think there wouldn't be groping guys at a gay bar. But she got hit on by lesbians too, so that balances things out.

Okay. So maybe that's not that great, but compare that to my life. I mean, you'd think my helicopter story would top her weekend update just this once but nooo. Oh well.

SATs. Rock. I answered all the math questions. They do give us too little time for them though. I did them in reverse order, from hardest to easiest, despite the proctor explicitly telling us to start with number 1. Screw that. I didn't know you couldn't do that before she said so, and when I brought it up during SAT prep classes the teacher didn't say anything, and it's common sense that you can start with any question when you normally do tests anyways. The point of doing harder questions first is that when I start with the easy ones first, when I get to the hard ones I panic and can't think straight, even if I have enough time, which I usually don't.

Sharon and Renwa and Harry were there at WJ. Sharon said Harry was there, but I couldn't find him. Either that or I saw him and couldn't recognize him. Entirely possible.

Note: Damn. A suture is stuff a surgeon uses to stich up a wound. Dammit.

Played text based laser tag on the Two Towers Event. Was the funnest thing in the whole world. People who think games are stupid because they don't have pretty graphics are really shallow. It's not like having a wonderfully 3D rendered dragon or balrog is going to make it any more real. I can understand people who don't like text based games because many times they don't require any skill.. 'kill elf. You scatch elf. Elf hits you hard. You massacre elf with decimating force. Elf attempts to disarm you.'... etc etc. But laser tag rocked.

Of course, I'd take real laser tag any day.

Happy belated Pi Day and Ides of March.

I noticed that despite the unusualness of it all, nobody blogged about the medical helicopter, the ambulance, and the two firetrucks that converged on our school on Friday. Strange what people think are worth noting. I thought it was pretty cool- first time I've seen a helicopter that close. Helicopters really don't look like they belong in the air. Planes do. They're graceful. They have wings. They take off and they land in gradiants. But helicopters are like these humongous bulbous heavy things that just hang in the air.

It was really shocking when the helo first came, cuz we originally saw it fly over, and someone was like, "yeah, the helo's here to hunt you down!" and then the chopper turns around and starts heading directly towards our field. And yeah, dust did fly up off of the ground when the helo landed, and it was windy, and the blades went really fast so that you couldn't se them distinctly. Movie stuff. The emergency personel looked really relaxed though.. you'd think they'd look more like they were trying to save someone. I found Sims and we went to watch everything, and I saw them strap someone down inside the helicopter, and some people load on what Sims said were oxygen tanks. THEN the pilot started hustling and he vaulted into the front seat. Sims (she says helicopters fly over her house and land close to it all the time) said you could tell they were going to lift off because the blades were spinning faster, but I just noticed that the whirring sound was getting higher, and it was getting windier.

I wonder where Alex was at the time.. cuz he'd be with the frisbee people on the field. Except with a giant helicopter.