Yeah. Last week was unfun in that I was sick for most of it. Some nasty cold strain that started with a horrid sore throat. Anyway. I'm all better now. I think I caught up with everything, mostly. I'm still way behind on Crime and Punishment.
Saturday I want to the American Indian Powwow at the UIC pavillion. Fun. Except, I'm realizing that me and crowds don't get along so well. They make me really tired. Then Monday I had off (YAY) so I hung out with some band people. I should hang out more often. It is good for me... and yet I so rarely do it. But it's official: I can say I have something of a social life now. Not a big one- I don't want a big one. But I have one.
Also, I have a pretty awesome principal. He was cool enough to get up in front of us and lead us in doing a roller coaster. It was hilarious. Basically what you do is to have a group of people imitate being on a roller coaster. It's pretty epic, in a vaguly dorky way. But I give him lots of credit for even attempting it with us. And we actually did it. This is an impressive feat.
So this week I am trying to just sorta keep going, not drown in C&P and not forget all of calculus. Ugh.
I have to thank my friend an insane amount for lending me seasons one and two of a show called... House. OMG. LOVE. Love, love, love. I just started season two. I am asking for as many season as people will get me for Christmas. The writing (at least, as much as I've seen, which isn't a WHOLE lot, but hey) is incredibly good. And I really love all the characters. It's just... good. Good like good as a power opposite evil, at least in caliber and quality.
And yes, I know Hugh Laurie is british. I first became aware of him because of
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smokingguncafe and all of Sunny Disposih's references to Wodehouse. I proceeded to find many episodes of Jeeves and Wooster. More love.On a side note, I finally broke down and bought a copy of Panic at the Disco's Pretty. Odd. Another bit of love there.
- Some things CAN be mapped:home
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
good - To some, music, to others, noise:Dream On
At least I can mostly concentrate on getting college stuff done. I managed to get everything to my college counselor that she needs and ask my teachers to write reccomendations. First deadline for Knox is Sunday O_o. Holy crap. College.
This weekend was busy. Saturday was the last football game, so it was senior day. I am done with marching FOREVER. NO MORE. Funny thought.
Sunday was a 5k run/walk that I had to help with for NHS. Got to stand on a corner. And then my dad made me walk back to school XD. It was a pretty walk, though.
Then Saturday is ZOMG HALLOWEEN. I IS EXCITED. I don't know exactly what I'm wearing yet. But I know I'm going trick or treating. Free candy ftw, yes? I love Halloween. (ALSO: it a saturday, and the end of daylight saving time so we get an EXTRA HOUR HELL YESS)
So yeah. I'm getting sadly tired of Hamlet. I like it, and some of it's really funny now, but I do NOT want to do this passage anaylisis. I don't care about the specifics. I don't think Shakespeare overanalyzed his own plays, and I don't want to either. *grumbles* I can't concentrate AT ALL or focus or anything. And I have crap to do. Hello, senioritis, get the hell away from me, yeah?
Anyway. Other than that things seem to be going pretty well with school and all. I think the only thing that isn't helping me concentrate is me succumbing to being a girl and really liking this one guy who graduated last year. I'm sorta torn between going stalkerish on him and just leaving him alone. But I think he owns significant stock in my brain. God, I'm hopeless XD At least we still talk sometimes and stuff. But I miss him...
On a completely side note, I saw a trailer for the UK release of the Imginarium of Doctor Parnassus. It's not fair that they get it. I want to see it too.
And on another side note,
smokingguncafe updated Sunny Disposish. Yay! It's like Hallowen treat, but early!- Some things CAN be mapped:trolling the imagination
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
busy - To some, music, to others, noise:my pandora
First- I had an unnaturally busy weekend. Friday I went to see Terra Mysterium- Professor Mandragore's Salon Symposium. Epic fun and wonderfully hilarious. Saturday my mom was actually playing, so I was there. And Sunday, I had to come to school for band for the open house and play. Three hours. Not fun. Well, the actual playing wasn't fun. I have a ridge on my upper lip XD But, we did get Christmas Festival to go with Sleigh Ride. Yes, holiday music.
Second, which chronologically was frist- I also had to march in the Columbus day parade. The marching was not fun, but the wait becomes memorable enough to be considered fun. It was cold and we were nearly at the end, so it was a long wait. Long, long wait. But at least two old band members showed up, so that was good. The bus ride, though? The guy played the Lite or something. There's only so much of that kind of music I can take. Bleh.
Third, just in yesterday- We had a presentation from some people from Invisible Children which was surprisingly good. They are a group trying to raise awareness of the child soldiers being abducted in Uguanda. Go to it. I'm not sure what else to say, other than go, look. Now. I think the thing I liked about the presentation they did for us was that they didn't focus too much on what was wrong- instead they showed us what they did to get it fixed. Which was a nice change.
Fourth- A lighter part. Saturday is my VERY LAST FOOTBALL GAME THANK GOD. No more marhcing after that :D.
So yeah. Because of the Invisible Children thing Monday, today was our early dismissal. Tomorrow we have another presentation about 'internet saftey'. Ugh. I know how to not be an idiot on teh interwebs, thanks. So three days of 33 min classes.
- Some things CAN be mapped:home
- To some, music, to others, noise:Nine in the Afternoon
First- I noticed yesterday that if I feel the need to be musical but don't really care how, I will immediately start singing "If I Were a Rich Man". Fiddler on the Roof ftw.
Second- I am feeling much better than the previous week. The various things that were pulling my mood down are settling and I seem to be back on the upswing, despite having to read Hamlet. This is a very good thing, as my bad mood was making me annoyed at myself for being in such a bad mood, making the bad mood worse.
Third- School continues to be mostly boring, but tolerable. Hamlet, of course, is not boring. My 'how-stuff-works' class, which I am in right now, is. It can be fun, but in between that it is somewhat dull. But hey, more time to waste in the internet. Band is fun, though I seem to be channeling my section leader from last year in my somewhat sad music-reading ability. Will be doing marching today because there is a football game on friday. Debating whether to get my jacket for it or not, as...
Fourth- All of a sudden, it got chilly and windy. Like, really windy. The wind has been blowing constantly for a day and a half. Not that I mind because I'm not a summer heat person, but it's rather like someone flipped a switch. "Okay, let's make it fall now!" It's rained a bit, but mostly it's cloudy and crisp.
Fifth- Castle is back! Yay! And yay for girl scout cookies. I love this show :D
- Some things CAN be mapped:Science class
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
calm
So I stayed up until 12:30 last night (shut up it's late for me) working on a project... and today (the day it was due) the teacher extended it to friday. My dad was helping me cut out stuff for it... and it didn't have to be done. All that hasty glueing and crap... while now I do have time to make it nice, now I also have time to have done it well in the first place. Grrr... All that swearing at glue for nothing XD
Oh, life, how you laugh at me...
Of course, the reason I was rushing was because I could not concentrate the first week of classtime to work on it...
Mah brain. I needs it to wurk plz.
- Some things CAN be mapped:study hall
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
discontent
My lack of an attention span has been annoying. I think it's slightly better now, but it doesn't change my annoyance at having lost it for so long. Eugh.
I think part of it is that I haven't been sleeping the best lately. I've had some really weird dreams, for me. Like my grandmother was in one. Or dreams where I'm tired and exasperated IN THE DREAM. This should be a signal to my brain that I am tired and need restful sleep... but no. Last night was better. I still had a dream, but I don't remember what it was at all, I just know it was a bit more normal.
I highly suspect something was in the house.
My house has a design quirk in that there really aren't hallways (which are supposed to attract stuff). There's sorta one entering the house from the front door, and one that consists really of two squares of space that connects the living room, the bathroom and my room, the kitchen, and the door to the basement. There's sort of on upstairs. But this half hallway is pretty much the center of the house , and it's one of those places where you often catch a sense of movement out of the corner of your eye. Sometimes whe I'm in my room I feel like something is watching me from that spot. Whatever it is, it's not a bad presence, but it's not real good either. I dunno. But over the last week I'm noticed that movement a LOT more.
My mom has also mentioned to me that she's had some really weird dreams too. So it's not just me.
Anyway. On top of that, or maybe because of of it, I've been thinking of other things too and been feeling very introspective and stuff. Like why I create so many internal issues for myself and why I have to be so shy all the time.
Yeah. Having no energy and them feeling melancholy on top of it? Not fun.
That being said, I think I'm on the upswing now. it just wasn't very pleasant and it made school, well... rather hard. Eh. I do not like work. I do NOT like calculus. I hate calculus. It does not compute. That is all.
- Some things CAN be mapped:Study Hall
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
blah
Solution? Obviously, the humans and wilashar must have maintained some sort of contact with each other. Now, I did go and look (just now, mind you), and learned that some languages (like English) have changed very quickly, while some (like Japanese) have hardly changed over the years (read 1000).
Well, okay. I could argue that modern Wilashari is like Japanese, and has hardly changed since the Old Camroda and the Vindran human equivalent of Latin merged to make one language shared by humans and wilashar. But the haman language would have suffered much more exposure to other languages, while Wilashari would not. So the human language would still be different...
Hmm. Does anyone know how much Latin changed through the Middle Ages, when it fell out of common use but was the language of learning, and therefore something Princess Vashney would know? *goes and looks*
SO, Classical Latin didn't change that much (thank you wikipedia). Wilashari wouldn't change much because of it's isolation from other linguistic influences except Old S'soran and Ancient Camroda. Those would influence it to make it something akin to British English. The human equivalent would not change drastically because it IS the language of learning and therefore kept mostly uniform. So we would get a dialect of a sort of French English from Vashney.
... Which means this may have been totaly unecessary. O_o What to do, what to do... I guess either way will work, so long as I justify it somehow.
I also know the wilashar will turn sorta steampunkish farther down the timeline. It will fit them. Tamahl has already made a request for reincarnation.
Also, Pandora Radio is cool.
Also also, I think I have tendonitis in my wrist. :(
- Some things CAN be mapped:my backyard
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
geeky
How did that part of that poem go? The one read last year...
Do not judge the ocean by the surface. Do not judge the deeper currents by the waves. Do not think that the top of the water can tell you all that lies and grows and swims beneath. Do not forget the undertow, and don't assume it isn't there.
There once was a long stretch of sea, populated by all the things one would expect to find in the water. Some parts of this sea were coral reefs, close to the surface but not quite poking out, filled with the bright and the colorful and sometimes the strange. Some parts were rimmed by sandy beaches. People, upon hearing of these places, liked to go there. A few people heard tales of ancient shipwrecks, and spent their time diving down to the ocean floor, taking joy in finding the preserved objects and the history they told, despite their commonality.
A very rare few would build vehicles to take them even deeper, to explore the bottom levels that had not seen the light of day. Those people discovered things like steam vents and under-sea volcanoes, home to even more bizzare creatures and structures than anything found higher in the water.
Evidence was found of deep sea rifts, cutting into the ocean floor, but these had not yet been explored. No one knew what was down there, and the pressure of the water above was greater than what their submersibles could handle, for now. But some day, someone would construct one that could withstand the force and discover what lay in the rifts.
Within this vast and varied sea was one more creature of note. This creature has long been subject of a seafarer's nightmares, as much a fear as hurricanes and doldrums. These waters contained a shark. Only those who were very observant, or had spent great amounts of time on the water knew of the shark, for it preferred to remain in the deep and open ocean, while most stayed along the shores, standing upon the levees. When the shark did happen to be seen, it was nothing more than a glimps of fin, a shadow below, and could easily be passed off as something other than what it was. But it was there.
The shark was content with preying on the fish already withing the confines of its sea. For now. It had never really tried to look anywhere else, as there was food enough. But a shark shall be a shark, and it always hungers for something new. It is merely content in its depths.
Overhead, a seagull glides. It has lived its life over this sea, and it has seen the shark. The seagull watches, and waits, hoping it will never have to do more than that. It knew exactly what the shark was, and it hoped it would stay where it was. The seagull knew what the shark could do.
The shark was not the only thing in the sea. It was not the only unpleasant thing in the sea, even. But as rare as the shark was to see, even in passing, it was the most dangerous. The seagull, gliding from warm updraft to updraft, watched, so the shark would not come out, for it knew that as soon as it left, the fin would crest in full, and the teeth would finally snap. The seagull would not take the chance of that happening, and so it drove the people away from the shark, and drew the shark to the surface only when the sea was empty.
The sea was full of wonders. The seagull flew over it all, keeping one eye on the people, and their boats and their beaches and outlandish cruises and scuba trips to the reef, and one eye on the shark.
http://zippitydodah27.live
What inspired this realization of... things. This is not about Reginald.
Do not judge the ocean by the surface. Do not judge the deeper currents by the waves. Do not think that the top of the water can tell you all that lies and grows and swims beneath. Do not forget the undertow, and don't assume it isn't there.
There once was a long stretch of sea, populated by all the things one would expect to find in the water. Some parts of this sea were coral reefs, close to the surface but not quite poking out, filled with the bright and the colorful and sometimes the strange. Some parts were rimmed by sandy beaches. People, upon hearing of these places, liked to go there. A few people heard tales of ancient shipwrecks, and spent their time diving down to the ocean floor, taking joy in finding the preserved objects and the history they told, despite their commonality.
A very rare few would build vehicles to take them even deeper, to explore the bottom levels that had not seen the light of day. Those people discovered things like steam vents and under-sea volcanoes, home to even more bizzare creatures and structures than anything found higher in the water.
Evidence was found of deep sea rifts, cutting into the ocean floor, but these had not yet been explored. No one knew what was down there, and the pressure of the water above was greater than what their submersibles could handle, for now. But some day, someone would construct one that could withstand the force and discover what lay in the rifts.
Within this vast and varied sea was one more creature of note. This creature has long been subject of a seafarer's nightmares, as much a fear as hurricanes and doldrums. These waters contained a shark. Only those who were very observant, or had spent great amounts of time on the water knew of the shark, for it preferred to remain in the deep and open ocean, while most stayed along the shores, standing upon the levees. When the shark did happen to be seen, it was nothing more than a glimps of fin, a shadow below, and could easily be passed off as something other than what it was. But it was there.
The shark was content with preying on the fish already withing the confines of its sea. For now. It had never really tried to look anywhere else, as there was food enough. But a shark shall be a shark, and it always hungers for something new. It is merely content in its depths.
Overhead, a seagull glides. It has lived its life over this sea, and it has seen the shark. The seagull watches, and waits, hoping it will never have to do more than that. It knew exactly what the shark was, and it hoped it would stay where it was. The seagull knew what the shark could do.
The shark was not the only thing in the sea. It was not the only unpleasant thing in the sea, even. But as rare as the shark was to see, even in passing, it was the most dangerous. The seagull, gliding from warm updraft to updraft, watched, so the shark would not come out, for it knew that as soon as it left, the fin would crest in full, and the teeth would finally snap. The seagull would not take the chance of that happening, and so it drove the people away from the shark, and drew the shark to the surface only when the sea was empty.
The sea was full of wonders. The seagull flew over it all, keeping one eye on the people, and their boats and their beaches and outlandish cruises and scuba trips to the reef, and one eye on the shark.
http://zippitydodah27.live
What inspired this realization of... things. This is not about Reginald.
- Some things CAN be mapped:Bed
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
contemplative
Senior year and all that. Can't be too bad.
Thankfully my schedule is not the unsheduled mess it was when I forst got it. Only one realy dissapoinment- I can't take music theory. It's a shame, because I REALLY wanted to take it. But it's in the same time slot as my gov class, and is all year. And Nobody else's schedule can be changed raelly to justify offereing it twice.
But, I now have psyc and a sort of engineering class, as well as art! They have a good art program, but (mostly because of band) I could never work it in. So now I finally can take art. ...Art fundamentals... but seeing as I never really got that anyway it can't hurt.
In other news I went to both the dentist AND the orthodontist today. I think all that poking around in my mouth may be why I got a headache, which is NOT the way to spend the last true day of summer vacation. But at least my teeth are doing well, all things considered. So we went and got girl scout blizzards from DQ. Have to support your own, after all.
In other other news, I have found a new favorite show to dote on: M*A*S*H. Yes. It's older than my time, but it's a damn good show. I luffs it. So many good lines.
And now I am tired. I was going to take a shower, but I took one this morning so I don't really need it. My head still feels kinda fuzzy and I do *sigh* have to get up tomorrow. And eat a normal breakfast. And stuff.
Hey, going back to school mean I get my laptop.
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
tired
Yesterday was my seventeenth birthday, which, compared to certain other landmarks far in the future is wildly insignificant, it is a birthday nonetheless.
My horoscope was incredibly good. Not that I'm inclined to believe the dinky newspaper horoscopes, but it's nice to see. My friend Hayley is still here and will be for another few days. I REALLY don't want her to go back to Vegas. Really, really don't. But sadly she has only the rest of this week here in Chicago. I owe her a lot- only yesterday, helping me put up streamers (why not?) that she informed me they taste very salty. This later resulted in an incident where I was laughing so hard I literally could not breathe. Well, actually it was more like I started laughing and then I didn't breathe back in. We were also vamped up on cake and soda.
I have actually gotten something done in that I completely redid my first chapter/intro to Stormballad. Somehow it is still very short, despite turning it all pretty, but at least it has some substance now. I think I found a style that's not overly flowery but finally get the description I want out of things. Thank you for writing
smokingguncafe Sunny Disposish. That and I've taken to reading the first sentance or paragraph in all my favorite books to get a feel for that initial start for a story. Hopefully through the school year I can keep up marginally with Stormballad, in the sense that I won't have left it in a mental drawer. I got my schedule (FINALLY) but two classes and my studies STILL aren't scheduled. Ugh. Something is taking painfully long st school this summer. Maybe because they, I believe, laid off a number of people and similar things.
So. I have a busy weekend ahead- my dad convinced me to go visit Beloit college saturday and I'm helping with a picninc sunday. Somewhere in there is a visit to my aunt's house. August 8th I'm taking some people to the bristol renaissance faire (and I found out a friend of mine has been meaning to go but never has. He was very excited when I mentioned it to him)... and then I think I have (eeeeeewww) band camp.
The days are long, but the weeks ahead look dreadfully short from here.
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
rushed
There was some very good writing and utterly kick-ass acting. And some very... heavy comments on life, politics, and humanity.
How heroic is the hero? At what point does anything become justified?
And how twisted we have made the world for ourselves.
What matters? What really matters? And at what cost?
In Gwen's own words, sometimes the Doctor must turn away in shame.
She also tells Jack he has to stop running. She's right. But he can't, because that's enough weight to crush even an immortal man. I think that's part of being who he is. He can't stop running.
In other but related news I am now motivated to make a character based largely off Ianto.
In COMPLETELY other news my dear friend is in from Nevada and, though she is currently with her cousins, it's nice to have her here. Shipazz. No, wait- Shipazz! Gotta say it with the exclamation point. Took her to renfaire and had an amazing time, and- my mom is on a first name basis with the music director there, so on the off chance I learn to play the tin whistle or the recorder by whenever auditions are we might persure that as a job for next summer. Hayley (my friend) said she would fly in to audition with us and stuff. That would be... 'wicked', I think, is the word I'm looking for.
I do love renfaire. And I have slowly but surely become and more facinated with steampunk, seeing as it's the theme for the next Windycon and I've looked into it. Is pretty and shiny and COOL.
That ends the utterly random transmission. You may return to your normal broadcast schedule. Enjoy your day/night/next 24 hours.
- Brief fluttering of the heart: contemplative
Sometimes I speak like a pirate
Saying things like 'Arrr, ahoy there!'
But I am not really a pirate
I
Today marked the start of the Bristol renfaire- and I remember now how much I missed it. For opening day, it was quite full and ran smoothly, at least to an outsider's perspective. God, I love that place. I didn't go in garb this time because I was sort of in a rush this morning and couldn't find my pants. But I WILL be in garb next time, I'm almost certain. I should find a better pair of pants to go with the rest of my outfit...
But aside from that, and the fact that I have very little money (BEFORE I even went, which means no shiny pretties) it was an absolutely marvelous day. I met up with some friends of mine and wandered with them for the better part of the day. It's more fun that way.
I didn't see the spy today... perhaps he was hiding better? (considering last year he went around saying "I'm a spy!" that wouldn't be too hard)
And Broon won't be there untill the last two weekends, which is sad. But it's okay.
I actually sat with my dad and listened to some of the music. The musicians that work there are wonderful.
And did I mention I love the place? Because there are few like it. It will always make me happy. Even if drinks are insanely expensive. I just love the feel of the place.
- Some things CAN be mapped:happy place
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
happy - To some, music, to others, noise:OBNOXIOUS neighbors having a 'party'
Friends are wonderful things. Even if some of them are lame (or forgetful or things) sometimes, so are we all and they can be forgiven. I luffs them a lot, and it's important to actually SEE people you luff over the summer. And my friend who moved to Nevada a few years ago is visiting soon and staying at my house, so this is good. Friends make you feel better. Conversation and contact can do a lot.
The fourth was also, surprisingly, good. I was all excited with the kind of excitement a nine-year-old gets from watching fireworks. It was oddly uplifting. My house has a wonderful nice deck, so we went up there to watch the show, because we can see about four major school and park fireworks displays as well as anyone in the neighborhood who got stuff. On a slightly different note, the economy can't be that bad because our neighbors had some pretty nice stuff, and a lot of it. It was pretty... A rather delightful night. Which is nice because for the last few years it had been somewhat depressing.
Otherwise my summer has been relatively uneventful and unproductive. I got some good drawing done but that was mostly toward the beginning in teh 'Out of school w00t' rush. I've touched photoshop twice. I finally finished the first chapter of something I started fixing halfway through the school year. Um... I have been writing some of the time. And I have been reading A LOT. I reading, like, four books right now. I still can't find it in me to keep picking up Agincourt, though. Maybe I'm just not in the mood.
And I had a headache two days ago and again today that DOES NOT WANT to go away, which makes doing much of anything hard. Ugh. I hate headaches. It's not bad enough to turn me into a mindless drone but enough to make actually DOING something out of the question. And for once I'm fairly sure it's not because I'm dehydrated. *just wants it to stop* I already took a nap today and I don't want to take another because getting too much sleep does wierd things to me and may actually make it worse.
- Some things CAN be mapped:home
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
crappy
The way some people belive in fairy tales.
HOLY CRAP AUGUST RUSH!!!! BEST MOVIE EVAR!!!
*kehrm* It's true. This is possibly the best movie I have ever seen, and that beats LOtR and anything else. It made me teary-eyed (it was only through a great deal of self-control that I wasn't actually crying) and it gave me chills.
( The plot )
As a musician, this is a poignant movie for me. That's all I can say. It was beautifully excecuted, and the music is aboslutely epic. I... I freaking love this movie. It captures everything about music that I love. And... yeah. Seriously. Go watch this movie. NOW. It has substance. It has meaning. It even has Robin Williams. And it still has a happy ending.
- Some things CAN be mapped:Up in the clouds
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
touched - To some, music, to others, noise:August Rhapsody
Perhaps a combination of standing in Chicago's nototorius heat waiting for Belmont's notorius bus and yesterdays stroms has gotten to my brain. Standing next to an open door when lightning strikes less than half a mile away tends to frazzle one's synapses. It took a good five minutes for my heartbeat to approach normal and my brian didn't funtion properly the rest of the day. It was quite an interesting experiance.
We lost power too, for about ten minutes. (It was only my block and there we no downed lines, so I'm not really sure what happened).
And about an hour ago I was listening to music and the Entertainer came on, making me want to learn to play it on my clarinet. I remember when ice cream trucks still played that. Now they just play some mutilated version of "Do Your Ears Hang Low" or somesuch with really scary singing and fake claps and animal sounds. That is more frightening than the lightning.
Um...
I've been working on art and stuff, gotten some really random ideas. And I've been thinking about going to WindyCon. The theme of which is steampunk, and, seeing as my dad's been getting on my back about putting art in art shows, I thought I should try to draw some steampunk to fit the theme. The problem is that it's very different from what I normally draw and has LOTS of DETAILS. The sort of details I fail at (figuratively speaking). That and I know relatively little about it, which makes drawing it HARD.
But other than that relativley little has happened. I finally went out and bout Monty Python and the Holy Grail, along with August Rush which we started watching on the band trip but never finished.
... Perhaps I need to have a talk with a manatee and a purple squirrel. That should get my creative juices flowing. Or something.
- Some things CAN be mapped:home
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
confused
I don't really see it as converting, though. I did have my first communion and all but I was never confirmed (that was my choice). I never promised to be Catholic, so I'm not really converting in my mind, just... moving off from what I was born with. That, and, I've come to believe that all religions/beliefs are just different ways of looking at whatever it is the divine... is.
- Some things CAN be mapped:desk
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
hungry - To some, music, to others, noise:noisy neighbors
I don't know who you are but that was amazing.
In other words: I love DucKon. Is fun. And I brought Reebie with, so it was more fun. Tough, I wasn't able to subject her to Turkish Star Wars... she got eaten by a vampire rp. But still. I fianlly learned how to play Zar, an epic card game similar to but more complicated and better than uno. I've watched them play it every con (read: four) I've been too and now I know what it is. I want to find that.
Not much else to say, other than that I enjoyed it. Yup. Went to some very nice writers workshops too.
Aaaand all I did today was make a vid. But that's beside the fact. Picked up Munchkin Booty and some books. WAthced the tesla coils and got a souvenier "burnt" disc. They even burned a laser disc. And they played the Doctor Who theme. My life is complete. Well, maybe not. But close.
And I built a blinkie but it's all spazzy. XD Fail. Oh well.
- Some things CAN be mapped:the internet
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
artistic - To some, music, to others, noise:Three Doors Down- Kryptonite
With Scouts, at Starved Rock, specifically:
1. Knives are sharp.
2. Two days of sucessive layers of sunscreen and bugspray make you feel real cruddy.
3. Showers, therefore, feel nice when you get home.
4. Water is very important. So is shade, and a breeze.
5. Water is also very powerful. Like the sun.
Yeah... about 1... I was cutting onions one morning for breakfast, to go with eggs. Well, the knife slipped and the onion rolled. I have two nice cuts on the middle and ring fingers of my left hand now. Thankfully they weren't too bad or anything. Just not the best way to start a long, warm day.
And we didn't have time to go back and get fudge to bring home. It makes me sad. :(
But, I have tomorrow off, so... I have to write and essay. But, being ans essay, it only has to be five paragraphs. So nothing major. And I left the Dubliners in my locker. So I can't read that anyway. Sparknotes.
It's getting to be the end of the school year, and looking forward to summer always gets me thinking. This year especially about the seniors who won't be back next year, and the fact that I will be a senior... The seniors I will miss so much, especially the ones in band. I actually know them, so... the thought of them leaving is kinda depressing. I am definitely having a band apples to apples party. And a few other apples atoapples parties. And something for Munchkin. And I was going to look into gettting a job, but I may be a bit late for that now... Eh. More time for writing and art and stuff. Right?
Anyway. Enough of that, I should proably be heading off to sleep so I might be awake on teusday.
And! Egyptian Rat is still around. I forgot how fun that game is. (of course, it just makes me think of seventh and eighth grade...)
- Some things CAN be mapped:bed
- Brief fluttering of the heart:
nostalgic
"YOU KNOW WHO ELSE LIKES KETCHUP, ELANEE? LATHANDER!"
Visited illinois Weslyean yesterday. Nice place, I liked it. Dunno if I like it more than Knox or not. The two have some similarities, but very different feels. Of course, part of that was probably that Weslyean is in their May Term so a lot of people were doing off campus stuff. But the best way I can describe it is that Knox has a more adventurous, energetic feel whereas Weslyean has more of a home-y feel to it. Not to say it's any less exciting, but it feels liek the place wants to give you a hug while Knox is more grabbing your hand and running (in a friendly sort of way). KNox has a specifically creative writing major, while Weslyean just has english with a focus on writing. I like both places, though.
The though of college is exciting and sorta scary at the same time. I mean, highschool will be over, which is both a good and bad thing. None of my friends are looking at the colleges I am, which is good and bad. So, like my preferance for Knox vs Weslyean, it could swing either way.
But enough of that. Today some of my mom's friends that I know really well are coming over to watch some movies, so I'll be doing that with them. Will be fun.
( Massive edit/additions with... the Mad Hatter! )
- Some things CAN be mapped:bed
- Brief fluttering of the heart: hopeful
- To some, music, to others, noise:Rythm of the Horse
Because they are fun. Yes they are. Last band concert today. It'll be sad to think this is the last one for the seniors, 'cuz I actually know them this year. But yeah... We finally got the gong for Korean Variations. Is fun. Mr S was telling them to play louder and Sallie was like "Come on, I want to see my ancestors!" She and Diana were getting all excited, which is good, considering they were the ones who wanted to play the song in the first place. But we're playing that, The Blue and the Gray (civil war medley), On Wings Of Eagles (a march), and Sorcerers Apprentice.
Last saturday the band was in Cincinatti Ohio for Music in the Parks. That's pretty much the only thing in Cincinatti- Kings Island amusement park. But DAMN that trip was fun. Between Apples to Apples, Deal or No Deal, and other random stuff... it was hilarious. Yup.
And, I believe my school has set a record. A rather horrible record. See, thursday the juniors went to six flags for a physics field trip, because it was physics day. In the course of that thursday, friday, and saturday, two girls got expelled. For VERY stupid stuff. Nuff said about that though.
And, damn, the school year's almost over. My friend Reebie, who's half a year younger than me, brought it up. "Next year is your last year. You won't be there after that." Basically what she said. It makes me sad. Which reminds me I HAVE to work on my two gifts for my section leader/drum major and my band president. Like, RIGHT NOW, I need to work on them. I love those two. Both are amazing.
- Some things CAN be mapped:physics class
- Brief fluttering of the heart: blank
- To some, music, to others, noise:fantasmic
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