...I play hockey.
Yup, I'm sick. This morning when I got up, I could hear shit in my lungs when I coughed. I think now it's cleared up or something, but still, it's a problem.
And it's not one I will be sharing with my parents. They'll only try to stop me from playing, and hockey is one of the most important things to me right now. It's like a lifeline, something I can concentrate on. I'm determined to improve and later have a life that involves playing.
Besides, I love my team so much. They are awesome! I actually feel like I have friends when I'm playing. They talk to me even when they don't have to. We show up for clinics and hang out and joke around in the locker room.
So I can't lose them, not even for a little bit. I mean, the season has already started! It isn't fair. I still don't know if I'll even be able to come back next year.
It doesn't matter if I'm sick. I'll play.
And I've got practice tonight XD ttyl
10.27.2009
10.22.2009
Triumphant Failure
Well, that was...something.
You see, my friends and I became alarmed when we learned that almost an entire class had failed the computer science midterm which we were due to take on Thursday (today). One of my other friends and I went over to Odd Becca and Sarah's house, thinking we'd study the chapters very hard for a few hours and go home.
Then we realized just how much work we had to do.
It turned into a full-scale cram operation. We took turns reading aloud from each chapter... well, technically only one of the four chapters. We knew the first one well enough and the second one took about 6 hours. So I made flash cards for chapter 3 and then we just studied chapter 4 using the online resources and the notes from our friend who took a similar test. I have drank 4 diet Dr Peppers in the last 24 hours...actually in the last 18 hours. And I think I did okay! A lot of people I've heard have been saying that they think they failed. But there were only a few hard questions, and about half of them I could have gotten right if I'd studied during lunch...just a leetle harder.
I wonder what my fellow study buddies are saying about the test... ttyl, folks.
You see, my friends and I became alarmed when we learned that almost an entire class had failed the computer science midterm which we were due to take on Thursday (today). One of my other friends and I went over to Odd Becca and Sarah's house, thinking we'd study the chapters very hard for a few hours and go home.
Then we realized just how much work we had to do.
It turned into a full-scale cram operation. We took turns reading aloud from each chapter... well, technically only one of the four chapters. We knew the first one well enough and the second one took about 6 hours. So I made flash cards for chapter 3 and then we just studied chapter 4 using the online resources and the notes from our friend who took a similar test. I have drank 4 diet Dr Peppers in the last 24 hours...actually in the last 18 hours. And I think I did okay! A lot of people I've heard have been saying that they think they failed. But there were only a few hard questions, and about half of them I could have gotten right if I'd studied during lunch...just a leetle harder.
I wonder what my fellow study buddies are saying about the test... ttyl, folks.
10.20.2009
Old News
Gawsh, I'm bored.
We are in journalism. We didn't have an anime club meeting today. I had to print out a whole bunch of shit in the last few days, including my bio hw and three journalism assignments, as well as my sources for both journalism and speech class.
But the good part is, we're starting to go from a class to a real paper production, complete with online version that will be up soon. I won't really be a part of the online version, although I'm hoping to be any or all of these:
>Copy Editor, who is in charge of making sure the other people's articles have correct spelling and grammar and are consistent with AP style
>Social Committee member, who keeps track of birthdays, special events, and fund raisers, and plans parties and ways to earn money
>Opinion Columnist, who turns in one opinion column per week for the online version and the best will be in the print version
What do you think? I can totally be at least one of those things. I just turned in the reasons why I should get each job. I think I'll find out by the end of the period. Until then, the only thing I have to do is finish my homework from other classes (:P), decide which of the news articles I am going to pursue (the recent PTO meeting or the upcoming Fine Arts Day?), or blog. Given the choice, well....I'll blog. :D
In the meantime, I gotta help plan for this Halloween party that me and my friends are incorporating, as well as work on my other classwork. And so the never-ending shitstorm takes over once again.
My brain is becoming fuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzy from lackzzzzzz of zzzzzzzzzzzzleeeep.........O.O just now I thought I smelled one of those pretzels you see while walking through the mall or on the streets of New York City. How weird!! But it served my purpose and woke me up...*yawn*... As I was saying, temporarily.
I've got this little art pencil, solid graphite, leaning up on my laptop. My arm warmers are barely touching the bruise on my elbow. My binder and my reporter's notebook are lying on the desk along with a piece of crumpled paper. The classroom is filled with easy chatter as the students finish up their work and begin packing up to leave in a few minutes. They're discussing upcoming and recent tests and the articles they're doing for school and the things they're doing after school and the convention and the disgusting lunch and the name of the paper and the bell just rang.
10.16.2009
A Summary of the Little Things
So now I'm going to tell you about what's going on in every aspect of my life except one. Can you guess what that one is? It's really not hard. It's the one thing I hate and love to talk about.
Oh, we're playing a game in Bio. Brb to tell you about what's up!
Well it turns out I didn't get a chance to come back to this until after lunch and journalism, in advisory, where I am now. The bio game lasted until the bell and then I had to take a math test and then I was eating lunch and retrieving cake and other stuff, and then I had to go to journalism where we had a fun and constructive class all period and so now I'm sitting in advisory all by myself and I have nothing to do except homework.
So my slap shot still sucks like crap, but my stickhandling is tons better and I'm very good at skating. I've actually been getting a lot of compliments on it. My wrist shot is slowly improving after a quick jump, which is beginning to be disheartening. I'm a pretty good hitter, too.
As far as homework, it's not real fun but I'm starting to get the hang of just doing it. I failed a couple of binder challenges, but it's okay because I'll make up for them.
My art is okay. I haven't drawn for a while but I haven't gotten too much worse than I used to be so I think I'm still on track.
My mom and I keep forgetting to do the guitar lessons so I'm just going to end up teaching myself one of these days. I'm getting a lot better at making creative jewelry, and I think my photography skills will improve if I can get my hands on a camera for journalism. Then again, that might not be likely because the last time I tried that, I ended up forgetting and she gave it to someone else. But for the Fine Arts Day at our local college, I think I've got a pretty good chance because I'm one of the few people from the journalism class who are actually going to that.
I'm super bored. The teacher in charge of advisory, Ms. S, is super mean today and usually. She's a pretty good history teacher and almost makes it seem funny, but it's messed up because outside of class she's pretty much just mean. Then again, it's how I would probably end up if I ever became a teacher.
And now she took away the music I had on my laptop. I can hear Dawson laughing and telling someone "Ssh in a very quiet whisper. I wish I could see Prince Caspian right now, but I think he's somewhere behind me. He's on the other side of the teacher, so even if he did want to look at me casually he wouldn't be able to...Oh hurray he walked past and happened to look in my direction while smiling! I can pretend he was smiling at me!
I might as well just talk about him anyway because the only people who read this blog already know about him. He's cute in a major way. He's got long curly dark hair and...and I'm just going to start talking about how good-looking he is, so never mind. That's not the only reason I like him. He's also kind of friendly, but he's shy. He's a little bit of a mystery because he hangs out with people from both the social, more popular guy group, and other kids who barely talk. And we're pretty sure that his family is sort of rich, but he doesn't go on the computer hardly at all except for this laptop. Doesn't have an email, doesn't have a myspace or a blog. Poor kid. Technology is awesome.
I can't think of much else to say...I'm lamenting about kicking him in the shin just because he stood on my computer cord. I bet if he wastes any brain space on me, it's probably something like "How come she's so mean sometimes? But she gave me gum...Is she really mean or nice?"
Okay, so it definietly wouldn't sound like that. But that would basically be his thoughts. Yes, I usually smile at him when possible and other stuffs like that, but I've also not only kicked him in the shins but insulted him a little (in a teasing manner) and told him he was annoying me (although I took that back later).
So basically, it sounds like I should be able to get up the courage to tell him I like him in one month, minimum. Probably longer. And it's really nice to have a small school because he knows who I am and all my friends and it doesn't seem too weird for me to hang out at his table occasionally because I have two friends over there. However, there's one problem...
HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND.
This doesn't matter to me as much as it should. It wouldn't bother me to tell him I like him before he and his girlfriend break up (and I know they will, even though I've never seen her). After all, if I liked two guys and was going out with one, I wouldn't mind if the other one told him he liked me. I'd tell him I was going out with the other dude and that I liked him, too, but I wasn't going to cheat or break up, at the moment.
Okay, if you waded through all that, then you should be up to date on my current overdramatic dilemma. I'll end up telling him sooner or later because I'd rather have him know and get it over with. At the same time, I want to put it off because
Hurray, eye contact three times in a row. I think that's good...or bad. Depending on your point of view.
What I was going to say was that I know that high school relationships don't last that long and I don't want to totally ruin it too soon. I know how hard it is to have an ex that you still care about and have to see him at school every day. I guess the song for that would be that one...oh what's it called...whatever. The chorus goes "What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you/What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay/I'm falling to pieces/Cuz when a heart breaks, it doesn't break even."
I guess the song from me toPrince Caspian would be "Boys With Girlfriends" by Meiko. If you have never listened to Meiko you'd better right now. I recommend not only the above song but also "Under My Bed".
I'm super sleepy now and trying to stay awake. I seriously could fall asleep if they'd let me. I mean, it's perfectly quiet enough. It's warm but with a nice cool draft from the air conditioner somewhere around here. And knowing that Prince Caspian and my friends are nearby makes me feel all safe and warm inside. Plus I'm tired.
I am remembering the fruit roll inside my backpack. I'm also hungry all of a sudden, but I know we
We aren't allowed to eat in here. Sorry. I was signing a card for Mr. H's birthday and when I started typing again I didn't feel like just starting again from the same place.
Whatever...this is going to be like my longest post. I have nothing to do in here now that she's taken away my music and my food and my friends are all the way across the room and we aren't allowed to talk anyway. I could glance at Prince Caspian, but I don't wanna stare cuz that's creepy and anyways he probably doesn't give a shit. So back to where I started...I have NOTHING to do.
Oh yeah...homework.
Oh, we're playing a game in Bio. Brb to tell you about what's up!
Well it turns out I didn't get a chance to come back to this until after lunch and journalism, in advisory, where I am now. The bio game lasted until the bell and then I had to take a math test and then I was eating lunch and retrieving cake and other stuff, and then I had to go to journalism where we had a fun and constructive class all period and so now I'm sitting in advisory all by myself and I have nothing to do except homework.
So my slap shot still sucks like crap, but my stickhandling is tons better and I'm very good at skating. I've actually been getting a lot of compliments on it. My wrist shot is slowly improving after a quick jump, which is beginning to be disheartening. I'm a pretty good hitter, too.
As far as homework, it's not real fun but I'm starting to get the hang of just doing it. I failed a couple of binder challenges, but it's okay because I'll make up for them.
My art is okay. I haven't drawn for a while but I haven't gotten too much worse than I used to be so I think I'm still on track.
My mom and I keep forgetting to do the guitar lessons so I'm just going to end up teaching myself one of these days. I'm getting a lot better at making creative jewelry, and I think my photography skills will improve if I can get my hands on a camera for journalism. Then again, that might not be likely because the last time I tried that, I ended up forgetting and she gave it to someone else. But for the Fine Arts Day at our local college, I think I've got a pretty good chance because I'm one of the few people from the journalism class who are actually going to that.
I'm super bored. The teacher in charge of advisory, Ms. S, is super mean today and usually. She's a pretty good history teacher and almost makes it seem funny, but it's messed up because outside of class she's pretty much just mean. Then again, it's how I would probably end up if I ever became a teacher.
And now she took away the music I had on my laptop. I can hear Dawson laughing and telling someone "Ssh in a very quiet whisper. I wish I could see Prince Caspian right now, but I think he's somewhere behind me. He's on the other side of the teacher, so even if he did want to look at me casually he wouldn't be able to...Oh hurray he walked past and happened to look in my direction while smiling! I can pretend he was smiling at me!
I might as well just talk about him anyway because the only people who read this blog already know about him. He's cute in a major way. He's got long curly dark hair and...and I'm just going to start talking about how good-looking he is, so never mind. That's not the only reason I like him. He's also kind of friendly, but he's shy. He's a little bit of a mystery because he hangs out with people from both the social, more popular guy group, and other kids who barely talk. And we're pretty sure that his family is sort of rich, but he doesn't go on the computer hardly at all except for this laptop. Doesn't have an email, doesn't have a myspace or a blog. Poor kid. Technology is awesome.
I can't think of much else to say...I'm lamenting about kicking him in the shin just because he stood on my computer cord. I bet if he wastes any brain space on me, it's probably something like "How come she's so mean sometimes? But she gave me gum...Is she really mean or nice?"
Okay, so it definietly wouldn't sound like that. But that would basically be his thoughts. Yes, I usually smile at him when possible and other stuffs like that, but I've also not only kicked him in the shins but insulted him a little (in a teasing manner) and told him he was annoying me (although I took that back later).
So basically, it sounds like I should be able to get up the courage to tell him I like him in one month, minimum. Probably longer. And it's really nice to have a small school because he knows who I am and all my friends and it doesn't seem too weird for me to hang out at his table occasionally because I have two friends over there. However, there's one problem...
HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND.
This doesn't matter to me as much as it should. It wouldn't bother me to tell him I like him before he and his girlfriend break up (and I know they will, even though I've never seen her). After all, if I liked two guys and was going out with one, I wouldn't mind if the other one told him he liked me. I'd tell him I was going out with the other dude and that I liked him, too, but I wasn't going to cheat or break up, at the moment.
Okay, if you waded through all that, then you should be up to date on my current overdramatic dilemma. I'll end up telling him sooner or later because I'd rather have him know and get it over with. At the same time, I want to put it off because
Hurray, eye contact three times in a row. I think that's good...or bad. Depending on your point of view.
What I was going to say was that I know that high school relationships don't last that long and I don't want to totally ruin it too soon. I know how hard it is to have an ex that you still care about and have to see him at school every day. I guess the song for that would be that one...oh what's it called...whatever. The chorus goes "What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you/What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay/I'm falling to pieces/Cuz when a heart breaks, it doesn't break even."
I guess the song from me toPrince Caspian would be "Boys With Girlfriends" by Meiko. If you have never listened to Meiko you'd better right now. I recommend not only the above song but also "Under My Bed".
I'm super sleepy now and trying to stay awake. I seriously could fall asleep if they'd let me. I mean, it's perfectly quiet enough. It's warm but with a nice cool draft from the air conditioner somewhere around here. And knowing that Prince Caspian and my friends are nearby makes me feel all safe and warm inside. Plus I'm tired.
I am remembering the fruit roll inside my backpack. I'm also hungry all of a sudden, but I know we
We aren't allowed to eat in here. Sorry. I was signing a card for Mr. H's birthday and when I started typing again I didn't feel like just starting again from the same place.
Whatever...this is going to be like my longest post. I have nothing to do in here now that she's taken away my music and my food and my friends are all the way across the room and we aren't allowed to talk anyway. I could glance at Prince Caspian, but I don't wanna stare cuz that's creepy and anyways he probably doesn't give a shit. So back to where I started...I have NOTHING to do.
Oh yeah...homework.
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I'm almost messing up my life again. No, I take that back. I AM messing up my life again. But it's okay this time because it's totally worth it.
Our team is having a potluck and stuff this weekend since we don't have games. That should be a lot of fun because we're going to this pumpkin patch afterwards. I'm going to have a very busy weekend, what with that, the movies with my friends, and a study group with also some friends. And then on Sunday I have some hockey stuff and some homework to do.
I don't go to church, but you can't exactly say I'm not religious because I do believe in God. I'm not sure about Jesus. I believe he existed and that he changed the world, but I'm not sure if he was really God's son or was just really blessed and favored by him. And I'm not even going to get into the stuff involving Easter.
There's a kid on my team who says that if God existed, he would've left a long time ago because we are so depressing. He's not really sure about life after death. The rest of the team was just wondering why he didn't want to pray in one big group (I just didn't want to be that close to those guys) and then we got into this whole discussion where we tried to imagine nothing. Eventually someone came up with the idea that nothing was clear, but I shot that down because, as I said, "In order to know it's clear, you have to see something through it."
But I was pretty relieved because I didn't want anyone to give him a bunch of shit about not believing in God. It's his choice.
I kind of think that there is no true religion but the one in your heart, because it's the only one you will ever truly know. Everyone else has their own opinions about their God and each of them treats him a little differently. Just like every one of us is unique, so is our opinion about religion. It's just that some branches of religion have similar aspects. So for those people who are so deeply into their religion that they say "there is no true religion other than ours, and you all are following the wrong thing" they are blinded. They can't see any view other than their own, and it will affect their lives.
It does affect our lives. Muslim culture and Western culture are colliding in our world, and it is a result of hatred that leads us to believe that we, and only we, are right. Our way of living is the true way and the good way. Their way of living is bad, and we must stop it. This kind of thinking on both sides leads to hatred. We will be caught up in the hatred until we don't even remember its source, and then it will be too late because we will be fighting ourselves to our own ends. It will consume us and destroy us, and it is something that we have created.
Whoa, I didn't mean to get that political. But that's how I see the world.
Our team is having a potluck and stuff this weekend since we don't have games. That should be a lot of fun because we're going to this pumpkin patch afterwards. I'm going to have a very busy weekend, what with that, the movies with my friends, and a study group with also some friends. And then on Sunday I have some hockey stuff and some homework to do.
I don't go to church, but you can't exactly say I'm not religious because I do believe in God. I'm not sure about Jesus. I believe he existed and that he changed the world, but I'm not sure if he was really God's son or was just really blessed and favored by him. And I'm not even going to get into the stuff involving Easter.
There's a kid on my team who says that if God existed, he would've left a long time ago because we are so depressing. He's not really sure about life after death. The rest of the team was just wondering why he didn't want to pray in one big group (I just didn't want to be that close to those guys) and then we got into this whole discussion where we tried to imagine nothing. Eventually someone came up with the idea that nothing was clear, but I shot that down because, as I said, "In order to know it's clear, you have to see something through it."
But I was pretty relieved because I didn't want anyone to give him a bunch of shit about not believing in God. It's his choice.
I kind of think that there is no true religion but the one in your heart, because it's the only one you will ever truly know. Everyone else has their own opinions about their God and each of them treats him a little differently. Just like every one of us is unique, so is our opinion about religion. It's just that some branches of religion have similar aspects. So for those people who are so deeply into their religion that they say "there is no true religion other than ours, and you all are following the wrong thing" they are blinded. They can't see any view other than their own, and it will affect their lives.
It does affect our lives. Muslim culture and Western culture are colliding in our world, and it is a result of hatred that leads us to believe that we, and only we, are right. Our way of living is the true way and the good way. Their way of living is bad, and we must stop it. This kind of thinking on both sides leads to hatred. We will be caught up in the hatred until we don't even remember its source, and then it will be too late because we will be fighting ourselves to our own ends. It will consume us and destroy us, and it is something that we have created.
Whoa, I didn't mean to get that political. But that's how I see the world.
10.15.2009
Princes and Other Fairy Tales
Well, that sucks.
I gave in and mentioned something...I'm thinking it won't be too long until the end.
On the bright side, there would be a remote chance of improving my life in the distant future. But then it would be un-improved again.
Oh well. I'll take the chance if it comes. I can't pretend I'm not willing to push and shove to get there.
Please don't act like you understand this post, because I know you don't and you're lying. Well, okay, Angie might get it...but only partially. Because there's another part. And the other part involves my further extreme stupidity in...let's see...5 different areas that are all in the same field, if you take my meaning. If you don't...at least you're honest about it.
Oh yeah, our group has to do our presentation on art soon. It should be fun. I'm going to try and make it more interesting for the class, although I think they'll enjoy it more than music anyway because Seewah is taking that dictator thing way too far, threatening to make the test difficult if we don't shut up and pay attention. Anyone who plays music understands it already, and anyone who doesn't, won't just because of a friggin PowerPoint.
Math presentation comes after music and before art. I think the class is gonna hate them too.
And I am currently in bio, dreading the math test I have to finish and wondering if a certain prince will show up at a certain location on the second floor during that time...I think I'll go check if I have time. I still have to finish that journalism article, too, and the speech is coming up. Yuck.
And I don't have any games this weekend, but I'm going to see a movie with some old and current friends, and I'm going to meet up with my art group at some point. Feh.
Argh I'm beginning to be in a bad mood and we're gonna play some game in bio anyways so I might as well stop.
Talk to u later...IF I feel like it.
I gave in and mentioned something...I'm thinking it won't be too long until the end.
On the bright side, there would be a remote chance of improving my life in the distant future. But then it would be un-improved again.
Oh well. I'll take the chance if it comes. I can't pretend I'm not willing to push and shove to get there.
Please don't act like you understand this post, because I know you don't and you're lying. Well, okay, Angie might get it...but only partially. Because there's another part. And the other part involves my further extreme stupidity in...let's see...5 different areas that are all in the same field, if you take my meaning. If you don't...at least you're honest about it.
Oh yeah, our group has to do our presentation on art soon. It should be fun. I'm going to try and make it more interesting for the class, although I think they'll enjoy it more than music anyway because Seewah is taking that dictator thing way too far, threatening to make the test difficult if we don't shut up and pay attention. Anyone who plays music understands it already, and anyone who doesn't, won't just because of a friggin PowerPoint.
Math presentation comes after music and before art. I think the class is gonna hate them too.
And I am currently in bio, dreading the math test I have to finish and wondering if a certain prince will show up at a certain location on the second floor during that time...I think I'll go check if I have time. I still have to finish that journalism article, too, and the speech is coming up. Yuck.
And I don't have any games this weekend, but I'm going to see a movie with some old and current friends, and I'm going to meet up with my art group at some point. Feh.
Argh I'm beginning to be in a bad mood and we're gonna play some game in bio anyways so I might as well stop.
Talk to u later...IF I feel like it.
10.13.2009
A Little Bitty Mistake
Wauggh.,
I are super idiot.
And not just cuz I got a friggin 87% on my most recent math quiz. I don't know if you people are following my tragic life on twitter, but I'm explaining a lot more things on there. And it SUCKS.
Why can't I stop thinking about penguins? Specifically, this one penguin that I shouldn't even care about.
Anyways, like ten million tree branches are gone already, lying in the street dying and soaked. I know how they feel. My feet are cold, and that has nothing to do with teh ice cream sammie I'm eating. XD jealous aren't u? I would be too if I wasn't the person eating it.
And my sister owes me 2 dollars.
Darn, I want lightning.
Tweeterhead
I'm now addicted to Twitter along with sugar, hockey, and crushes.
I can totally see why the whole world loves it. I love it. It's awesome. Anyone who is interested in our hockey team, read my latest twits. And yes, I'm messing up the vocabuslangularly on purpose. I twit and therefore I am a tweeter. The end.
It's too bad it's blocked on the school's internet. But the good news is I was able to get onto my neighbor's internet without their knowledge (hopefully). I chatted with my friends and twitted and ate sugar packets. MmmMMMMmMmmMmMmmm!!!! And also I had two ice cream sammies, one stolen and one given to me with a scoop of coffee flavored ice cream. The stolen one tasted just as good despite what they say.
I'm in bio. I think I'm making a huge mistake over these two guys at my school. Maybe just over guys in general. I should give up in some areas. Cut my losses. But I take things too seriously, so of course I can't let go.
Blehh. Focking penguins.
I can totally see why the whole world loves it. I love it. It's awesome. Anyone who is interested in our hockey team, read my latest twits. And yes, I'm messing up the vocabuslangularly on purpose. I twit and therefore I am a tweeter. The end.
It's too bad it's blocked on the school's internet. But the good news is I was able to get onto my neighbor's internet without their knowledge (hopefully). I chatted with my friends and twitted and ate sugar packets. MmmMMMMmMmmMmMmmm!!!! And also I had two ice cream sammies, one stolen and one given to me with a scoop of coffee flavored ice cream. The stolen one tasted just as good despite what they say.
I'm in bio. I think I'm making a huge mistake over these two guys at my school. Maybe just over guys in general. I should give up in some areas. Cut my losses. But I take things too seriously, so of course I can't let go.
Blehh. Focking penguins.
10.12.2009
A Real Live Myth
So in preparation for reading the Odyssey, we are all researching a Greek character or object.
It's so weird because it's so quiet. I hate quiet. Quiet fills in everything a little too much, and leaves me alone with my own thoughts.
The only sounds are the rustling of paper and the clacking of keys. I hate that. I need noise, music, something. Oh, thank you. Someone in the second row was using whiteout and had to shake it. Someone else just coughed. But I don't like the silence because there's too much else to fill in the empty spaces.
Whisper, click, murmur, rustle, sigh, hum, creak, shuffle, flip, clack, and now the vroom of a diesel engine in the street below. As long as I can concentrate on each little noise, the silence won't seem so loud. But still, penguins keep just randomly popping into my head.
And the harder I try to not think about them, it keeps happening. I'm going to scream. I'm being such a bitch today. I already broke my pencil and insulted everyone in my group at least once. That's one thing that I'm good at.
Drew is happy, Alec is high, and I'm cruel. Taylor screwed everything up again. My world was warped. It's like a shock wave. Every time Taylor shows up in my life, everything else is damaged, too.
Oh, and I'm writing a new story.
It's so weird because it's so quiet. I hate quiet. Quiet fills in everything a little too much, and leaves me alone with my own thoughts.
The only sounds are the rustling of paper and the clacking of keys. I hate that. I need noise, music, something. Oh, thank you. Someone in the second row was using whiteout and had to shake it. Someone else just coughed. But I don't like the silence because there's too much else to fill in the empty spaces.
Whisper, click, murmur, rustle, sigh, hum, creak, shuffle, flip, clack, and now the vroom of a diesel engine in the street below. As long as I can concentrate on each little noise, the silence won't seem so loud. But still, penguins keep just randomly popping into my head.
And the harder I try to not think about them, it keeps happening. I'm going to scream. I'm being such a bitch today. I already broke my pencil and insulted everyone in my group at least once. That's one thing that I'm good at.
Drew is happy, Alec is high, and I'm cruel. Taylor screwed everything up again. My world was warped. It's like a shock wave. Every time Taylor shows up in my life, everything else is damaged, too.
Oh, and I'm writing a new story.
10.09.2009
Dates, Prunes, Etc.
Well, crap. I totally hate having to remember dates for history. I didn't remember what year the Estates-General were called in, so I thought it was later and therefore made the mistake of assuming that it was the National Assembly. Also, the word reform threw me off because I know nobles didn't want to talk about that.
But overall that was the only one I missed and I'm reasonably confident about the essay questions. So yay!!!
I also hate prunes. Prune juice especially. I nearly threw up from that one time when I was a little kid and my parents fed it to me.
Yuck.
But overall that was the only one I missed and I'm reasonably confident about the essay questions. So yay!!!
I also hate prunes. Prune juice especially. I nearly threw up from that one time when I was a little kid and my parents fed it to me.
Yuck.
10.08.2009
Pain, Part 1
I read the first part of Odd Becca's post, since we can't read the whole thing at school.
I saw my grandmother go through chemo, and her sickness turned her into a bitter, cynical, and critical shadow of the babysitting, wildflower-loving person she once was. She lost her hair and too much weight, and she was always complaining about the cold, even though she refused the heater that we offered her.
"The days are getting shorter," my mom would comment, and my grandmother would reply, "Yes, it's going to be dark and gloomy more often from now on." Either that, or she'd ignore her completely, shuffling back into her room with another sweater from the boxes that filled out house and our storage shed.
But Ally isn't some introverted old woman who used to smoke and drink too much and hated men since her divorce. She's a teenager, a high school girl. She should be here, at our school, with us, complaining about the history test and finishing up her homework over lunch. She shouldn't be stuck in a cold hospital, awaiting her chemotherapy and the good or bad news.
I can't visit her today, or tomorrow, but I'm planning on it. If I have a game in the same city, I'll stop by to see her before I play. Maybe Odd Becca and Seewah-chan can come, too.
For now, I'll give her a plushie wolf.
I saw my grandmother go through chemo, and her sickness turned her into a bitter, cynical, and critical shadow of the babysitting, wildflower-loving person she once was. She lost her hair and too much weight, and she was always complaining about the cold, even though she refused the heater that we offered her.
"The days are getting shorter," my mom would comment, and my grandmother would reply, "Yes, it's going to be dark and gloomy more often from now on." Either that, or she'd ignore her completely, shuffling back into her room with another sweater from the boxes that filled out house and our storage shed.
But Ally isn't some introverted old woman who used to smoke and drink too much and hated men since her divorce. She's a teenager, a high school girl. She should be here, at our school, with us, complaining about the history test and finishing up her homework over lunch. She shouldn't be stuck in a cold hospital, awaiting her chemotherapy and the good or bad news.
I can't visit her today, or tomorrow, but I'm planning on it. If I have a game in the same city, I'll stop by to see her before I play. Maybe Odd Becca and Seewah-chan can come, too.
For now, I'll give her a plushie wolf.
Tweety Bird Who Hates Twitter
Damn. I accidentally pressed the wrong key, and everything I'd written disappeared. All I was trying to do was to make a little smily face like this :D
But I went to another page and I think I added this page as a favorite in the process.
Anyway, what I was trying to say was that I didn't finish the notes, but it didn't matter because we just took Cornell notes on the PowerPoint, which I think are much less annoying than the other notes because they aren't just filling out some form and they are more helpful because they help me get my AVID grade up. I've gotten too many Fs in AVID, so right now I think I have a B. That's my worst grade.
We are starting tutorials in AVID. The two grades I need to get up to A's, besides AVID, are biology and algebra 2. So I guess I'll be asking a lot of math questions, because the only reason that I don't have an A in bio is because he gave us an unfair quiz at the beginning of the year.
After this is over, I have lunch, which should be fun because my mom went grocery shopping recently and got some fresh foodies. :D
But on the other hand, I have to finish my article for journalism and I really really hope that M. C. is here because I'm gonna ask her. I don't have many friends that aren't in journalism or acting like assholes.
And then our computer science class gets to be pulled out of journalism so we can take a fun trip to the planetarium at the college campus.
And after that, I get to go home, relax, do homework, and do some dryland before practice.
Yay.
But I went to another page and I think I added this page as a favorite in the process.
Anyway, what I was trying to say was that I didn't finish the notes, but it didn't matter because we just took Cornell notes on the PowerPoint, which I think are much less annoying than the other notes because they aren't just filling out some form and they are more helpful because they help me get my AVID grade up. I've gotten too many Fs in AVID, so right now I think I have a B. That's my worst grade.
We are starting tutorials in AVID. The two grades I need to get up to A's, besides AVID, are biology and algebra 2. So I guess I'll be asking a lot of math questions, because the only reason that I don't have an A in bio is because he gave us an unfair quiz at the beginning of the year.
After this is over, I have lunch, which should be fun because my mom went grocery shopping recently and got some fresh foodies. :D
But on the other hand, I have to finish my article for journalism and I really really hope that M. C. is here because I'm gonna ask her. I don't have many friends that aren't in journalism or acting like assholes.
And then our computer science class gets to be pulled out of journalism so we can take a fun trip to the planetarium at the college campus.
And after that, I get to go home, relax, do homework, and do some dryland before practice.
Yay.
Happy Boringness
I'm supposed to be filling out my PowerNotes in biology, but I'm super bored. Less than half of us passed the quiz...and I was one of the half that did. Hurray, I hate it here. I'm hungry but I can't get my food, and I can't start doing the notes now that I've been ignoring them for so long, but I really hope he's not going to make us do something with them so maybe I oughta fill them out anyway. Useless things :p
10.07.2009
Forgetful Reminder
Oh yeah, so in other news we took our first field trip as a school to another town to see West Side Story and we all wore school T-shirts and I think Maria should have died and this classroom is too loud and I better do my assignment and one of our classmates has cancer so we've been doing this video to cheer her up while she's in the hospital and I got an A in the college speech class and the manga/anime club is going strong and I'm going to end this post now.
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A Detailed Summary
So a lot has happened since I last blogged. We had this project for history, in which we made a storybook about the French Revolution. I unwittingly volunteered for not only the illustrations and two of the six topics, but I was also the one to revise it and lay it out in the latest Microsoft Word (subliminal advertising, anyone?) and print it, as well as add the things we left out. So I was pretty damn busy. But it was completely worth it because I got an A.
I've decided to teach myself to play guitar using a book I got for my birthday and just recently unearthed. My room is sort of a work in progress.
I have to have all four of my wisdom teeth removed, which is going to be a royal pain in the gums. Since two of them are already inbounded or whatever the correct term is, then they may have to knock me out and treat it like a surgery. The worst part is that my dad's dental insurance and health care plan does not cover it, so now it's pretty definite that we won't get to take that trip to Denver to see the U.S. Women's Hockey team. I didn't think we really would anyway, but it was a nice idea while it lasted.
But the Halloween party is still on, and somehow the guest list has expanded. My ideas are being refined and for the most part accepted.
My drawings are getting better. I was able to draw using a different style, although I haven't found another good way to draw eyes or noses, so basically I just changed the hair and neck/shoudler anatomy.
We beat the local girls' team, 8-1. One kid, or maybe two, got a hat trick. I didn't score. I was partly close. And I got a new stick, although I had to pay for 1/3 of it. I think it'll be worth it. It's an adult stick that was cut down to my size, only it's a little too big so I can grow into it. Practice is going pretty good. I can actually give my teammates some advice, especially about their skating, and even more parents are complementing me now.
School is as hard as ever, but now I'm getting used to staying up late every night, finishing most of my homework, and scraping by in class. And I get up pretty early compared with last year. Then I sleep in on weekends and go to games, practices, and public sessions.
I'm getting the hang of an academically and physically challenging life with not much social input. I'm going to get serious about dryland to be an example to my team (I can do more pushups than some of the guys) which might give me an edge over the competition for various things that I want to happen. I'm eating better and overall my life is better.
Yeah, my life isn't so bad. Although my love life does rather suck. One person that I can't forget might come back, while I gave up on two others, one of whom also is returning little by little. There is one problem that I'm working on, and one that I don't want to acknowledge. Then there is one consistent pull in two different directions.
It's complicated. But it works.
I have to go to read my assignment for speech class, so I'll try to wrap this up.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, my life hasn't improved much. But my outlook has.
And I can deal. I will, a little at a time, get used to life.
I've decided to teach myself to play guitar using a book I got for my birthday and just recently unearthed. My room is sort of a work in progress.
I have to have all four of my wisdom teeth removed, which is going to be a royal pain in the gums. Since two of them are already inbounded or whatever the correct term is, then they may have to knock me out and treat it like a surgery. The worst part is that my dad's dental insurance and health care plan does not cover it, so now it's pretty definite that we won't get to take that trip to Denver to see the U.S. Women's Hockey team. I didn't think we really would anyway, but it was a nice idea while it lasted.
But the Halloween party is still on, and somehow the guest list has expanded. My ideas are being refined and for the most part accepted.
My drawings are getting better. I was able to draw using a different style, although I haven't found another good way to draw eyes or noses, so basically I just changed the hair and neck/shoudler anatomy.
We beat the local girls' team, 8-1. One kid, or maybe two, got a hat trick. I didn't score. I was partly close. And I got a new stick, although I had to pay for 1/3 of it. I think it'll be worth it. It's an adult stick that was cut down to my size, only it's a little too big so I can grow into it. Practice is going pretty good. I can actually give my teammates some advice, especially about their skating, and even more parents are complementing me now.
School is as hard as ever, but now I'm getting used to staying up late every night, finishing most of my homework, and scraping by in class. And I get up pretty early compared with last year. Then I sleep in on weekends and go to games, practices, and public sessions.
I'm getting the hang of an academically and physically challenging life with not much social input. I'm going to get serious about dryland to be an example to my team (I can do more pushups than some of the guys) which might give me an edge over the competition for various things that I want to happen. I'm eating better and overall my life is better.
Yeah, my life isn't so bad. Although my love life does rather suck. One person that I can't forget might come back, while I gave up on two others, one of whom also is returning little by little. There is one problem that I'm working on, and one that I don't want to acknowledge. Then there is one consistent pull in two different directions.
It's complicated. But it works.
I have to go to read my assignment for speech class, so I'll try to wrap this up.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, my life hasn't improved much. But my outlook has.
And I can deal. I will, a little at a time, get used to life.
9.23.2009
A Bunch Of Blahs
Farewell, my youth.
I did the math homework last night. I stayed up after midnight to finish it. AND I DID THE WRONG FRICKIN PAGE.
Well, I did the right page. But I did the wrong problems. I wrote down the problems for the optional page and did them for the mandatory page instead of doing the correct problems on the page.
So whatever. I'll get some of it wrong. The teacher probably won't mind.
And Holly and me just made Belzenef out of a paper bag. Dude it's so funny! He hasn't got any arms, so Holly stabbed her finger through the bag and made a hole. Her finger is now his arm. And everyone keeps thinking it's someone called Jeffrey.
So we have made a plan to make a real Belzenef. If you haven't read or watched Ouran High School Host Club and are wondering what it's about, then now is the time to do so.
And I became vice president of SECAnime.
I did the math homework last night. I stayed up after midnight to finish it. AND I DID THE WRONG FRICKIN PAGE.
Well, I did the right page. But I did the wrong problems. I wrote down the problems for the optional page and did them for the mandatory page instead of doing the correct problems on the page.
So whatever. I'll get some of it wrong. The teacher probably won't mind.
And Holly and me just made Belzenef out of a paper bag. Dude it's so funny! He hasn't got any arms, so Holly stabbed her finger through the bag and made a hole. Her finger is now his arm. And everyone keeps thinking it's someone called Jeffrey.
So we have made a plan to make a real Belzenef. If you haven't read or watched Ouran High School Host Club and are wondering what it's about, then now is the time to do so.
And I became vice president of SECAnime.
9.22.2009
untitled
Right, so the test is over and I'm hungry.
I love this keyboard. The one at home kind of sticks when you push the keys, and they're shaped badly for human fingers. Plus they make this annoying clicky sound, so everyone can tell that you're on the computer at ten thirty and you still haven't gotten off three hours after your little sister threw a tantrum about it.
But anyways. The test was pretty easy, although there was one question about oxygen diffusing that I think I screwed up, and there was another one that I'm not positive had any correct answer at all. All in all, I probably scraped a low A or a B.
And since I've been blogging and I caught up on the next chapters of manga, I now will work on my stories for a while and do some drawing, working on my characters Hex, Sensei, and Shiho. And when I get home from school, if it is tolerably cool outside, then I'll take some slapshots. Hopefully they will have improved from last time. I gave up because I couldn't get them more than five feet away from me.
The thing is, right at the beginning when I was practicing, I got a really good one. Low but off the ground, and this thing had velocity. But I have no idea what I was doing wrong. I tried about thirty more extremely depressing times, changing something every time. My feet. The position of the puck. How fast I hit it. How bent my knees were. How far down my hand was on the stick.
And none of it worked.
But on a more cheerful subject, lunch is coming up soon!
Aha. My fishing in the black hole of my backpack (I should call it that. It is black, too. The Black Hole.) unearthed a Chewy bar. Oatmeal raisin flavored.
Aww sweet! He gave us the rest of the period to either finish our homework or relax or btoh. I choose relax.
I got 27 out of 30. Odd Bikachu got 25, haha! I hardly ever used to beat her at tests. I suppose this has something to do with seventh grade, but I didn't learn much back then. I didn't like my teacher and she didn't like me.
Come to think of it, I didn't like most of my seventh grade teachers. I didn't like any of my eighth grade teachers. But here, well...they're okay.
My train of thoughts is quite interesting. Yesterday Jonnie-chan asked me something about something. I linked that something to another something, and then something that we could sell, and then money, and naturally candy followed money. So I assumed he had candy and I asked him for it, rather than answering his question which I couldn't read in the first place.
And that was another random blurb in the middle of nowhere. See, you can't really tell why all of a sudden I mentioned my train of thoughts. But me, who was in my head all along, can't help but understand it perfectly.
Gee, I wonder how many other people are doing things other than homework. (This was not part of the other train of thought, this is a new train. I was looking around the classroom for something else to write about.)
And here I said I would draw. But blogging is a lot of fun! I can just write randomly. I'm not organizing my thoughts or anything.
Which reminds me. I'm not going to like English class until we get to creative writing, and then I might hate it anyway. The teacher is making a big deal about not just jumping in and writing, but making an outline or a graph or a visual aid or something that shows what you are going to write before you write it.
I HATE things like organizers. I HATE HATE HATE them. They SUCK.
Why, you might ask? Because I am a creative writer. I know what my story is going to be about and I have already started working on it in my head. I don't want to waste time working on the mundane details and picking it down to the bones and then rearranging everything all nicey-nice. It messes with the story. My stories and essays flow, they don't jump from one part of a chart to another. My stories are like days--they just move along, from one thing to the next, with the important bits standing out. Everything is connected. Even in this blog, I don't just randomly grab a new topic and...
Did you know that 13 people are killed every year by falling vending machines? I guess that's a reason why you shouldn't hit them when they don't work. It doesn't matter if they steal your money or not, you still don't want to
Less than one percent of all road accidents in Canada involve a moose. Weird, eh?
So when I got home, my mom told me about when my little sister--Let me explain this first. She was about three, and I was about six because this was in March when she's only three years younger than me, whose birthday is in May on
...start writing about it suddenly. I really don't. I might skip around a little, but there's always a connection.
Four--no, nine--minutes left until lunch. Well, occasionally I do that, but that's when the previous topic is finished.
To get back to my original point about the organizers, I hate taking apart the story and putting it in specific little bits. That's like creating a painting for a frame that's already been hung. (I hope nobody sues me about that. It was an example from Ouran High School Host Club.) It disrupts the story and the stream of thoughts.
I mean, sure, I take a lot of detours. The reason for that is that I am developing the background for the story. The characters and their lives start expanding in my head, until I can tell you why she doesn't like peanut butter and jelly when she doesn't even think about it throughout the entire story. So I do take some often unnecessary detours. But I always get back on the road, and I can edit out the off-topic rambling in the next draft.
A road would be a good metaphor here. So I'm riding along on my road, which is my story or essay, and someone tells me I have to go from here to here. I'm perfectly okay with going from there to there, so I do. Then they tell me I have to stop at certain places, and I can't go off this part of the road at all but there is a place here where there might possibly be a branch to a shortcut or an alternate route and then I have to know what direction I'm going and which towns I will pass through and how far it is to this town from this town and how long it will take me to get there.
When the road is broken up into little parts such as "This place until this place" and "That place to another place" it really halts things too much. I prefer to just drive, with the open possiblities.
And there's the bell. So ends my ramble.
Off to our first club meeting evar!!!
I love this keyboard. The one at home kind of sticks when you push the keys, and they're shaped badly for human fingers. Plus they make this annoying clicky sound, so everyone can tell that you're on the computer at ten thirty and you still haven't gotten off three hours after your little sister threw a tantrum about it.
But anyways. The test was pretty easy, although there was one question about oxygen diffusing that I think I screwed up, and there was another one that I'm not positive had any correct answer at all. All in all, I probably scraped a low A or a B.
And since I've been blogging and I caught up on the next chapters of manga, I now will work on my stories for a while and do some drawing, working on my characters Hex, Sensei, and Shiho. And when I get home from school, if it is tolerably cool outside, then I'll take some slapshots. Hopefully they will have improved from last time. I gave up because I couldn't get them more than five feet away from me.
The thing is, right at the beginning when I was practicing, I got a really good one. Low but off the ground, and this thing had velocity. But I have no idea what I was doing wrong. I tried about thirty more extremely depressing times, changing something every time. My feet. The position of the puck. How fast I hit it. How bent my knees were. How far down my hand was on the stick.
And none of it worked.
But on a more cheerful subject, lunch is coming up soon!
Aha. My fishing in the black hole of my backpack (I should call it that. It is black, too. The Black Hole.) unearthed a Chewy bar. Oatmeal raisin flavored.
Aww sweet! He gave us the rest of the period to either finish our homework or relax or btoh. I choose relax.
I got 27 out of 30. Odd Bikachu got 25, haha! I hardly ever used to beat her at tests. I suppose this has something to do with seventh grade, but I didn't learn much back then. I didn't like my teacher and she didn't like me.
Come to think of it, I didn't like most of my seventh grade teachers. I didn't like any of my eighth grade teachers. But here, well...they're okay.
My train of thoughts is quite interesting. Yesterday Jonnie-chan asked me something about something. I linked that something to another something, and then something that we could sell, and then money, and naturally candy followed money. So I assumed he had candy and I asked him for it, rather than answering his question which I couldn't read in the first place.
And that was another random blurb in the middle of nowhere. See, you can't really tell why all of a sudden I mentioned my train of thoughts. But me, who was in my head all along, can't help but understand it perfectly.
Gee, I wonder how many other people are doing things other than homework. (This was not part of the other train of thought, this is a new train. I was looking around the classroom for something else to write about.)
And here I said I would draw. But blogging is a lot of fun! I can just write randomly. I'm not organizing my thoughts or anything.
Which reminds me. I'm not going to like English class until we get to creative writing, and then I might hate it anyway. The teacher is making a big deal about not just jumping in and writing, but making an outline or a graph or a visual aid or something that shows what you are going to write before you write it.
I HATE things like organizers. I HATE HATE HATE them. They SUCK.
Why, you might ask? Because I am a creative writer. I know what my story is going to be about and I have already started working on it in my head. I don't want to waste time working on the mundane details and picking it down to the bones and then rearranging everything all nicey-nice. It messes with the story. My stories and essays flow, they don't jump from one part of a chart to another. My stories are like days--they just move along, from one thing to the next, with the important bits standing out. Everything is connected. Even in this blog, I don't just randomly grab a new topic and...
Did you know that 13 people are killed every year by falling vending machines? I guess that's a reason why you shouldn't hit them when they don't work. It doesn't matter if they steal your money or not, you still don't want to
Less than one percent of all road accidents in Canada involve a moose. Weird, eh?
So when I got home, my mom told me about when my little sister--Let me explain this first. She was about three, and I was about six because this was in March when she's only three years younger than me, whose birthday is in May on
...start writing about it suddenly. I really don't. I might skip around a little, but there's always a connection.
Four--no, nine--minutes left until lunch. Well, occasionally I do that, but that's when the previous topic is finished.
To get back to my original point about the organizers, I hate taking apart the story and putting it in specific little bits. That's like creating a painting for a frame that's already been hung. (I hope nobody sues me about that. It was an example from Ouran High School Host Club.) It disrupts the story and the stream of thoughts.
I mean, sure, I take a lot of detours. The reason for that is that I am developing the background for the story. The characters and their lives start expanding in my head, until I can tell you why she doesn't like peanut butter and jelly when she doesn't even think about it throughout the entire story. So I do take some often unnecessary detours. But I always get back on the road, and I can edit out the off-topic rambling in the next draft.
A road would be a good metaphor here. So I'm riding along on my road, which is my story or essay, and someone tells me I have to go from here to here. I'm perfectly okay with going from there to there, so I do. Then they tell me I have to stop at certain places, and I can't go off this part of the road at all but there is a place here where there might possibly be a branch to a shortcut or an alternate route and then I have to know what direction I'm going and which towns I will pass through and how far it is to this town from this town and how long it will take me to get there.
When the road is broken up into little parts such as "This place until this place" and "That place to another place" it really halts things too much. I prefer to just drive, with the open possiblities.
And there's the bell. So ends my ramble.
Off to our first club meeting evar!!!
Okay, so it's been a while since I last blogged.
Two certain people didn't show up and one certain person did and I still can't believe it. Actually, three certain people didn't show up and I can believe it, I just don't want to. What a completely selfish and obnoxious and asshole-ish thing to do! He either has a lot of nerve, no sense of danger, or really annoying parents.
Anyway, I was already in a state of emotional shock and then there was the problem that I didn't mention specifically in my last post. So by Sunday night, I was pretty worn out.
And yesterday wasn't so fun, either. Although on the bright side, there isn't much homework so far except for some math that I forgot to do. I read Skip Beat and I was very happy with what happened after the kiss. Which, by the way, I HATED because she doesn't need a guy!! But of course she'll have to end up with one, and that one should be Ren. NOT Shotaro, the asshole who abandoned her.
So that reminds me of an asshole that abandoned me, which leads me back to the beginning of the post and the one person that did show up.
Yes, I am talking about Taylor. And considering the song by Pink "Please Don't Leave Me." I especially like the threatening parts.
I really wish I could show up to stick and puck next Sunday so I can see him and ignore him and I'm hoping to get Ryan to come and as many other people as possible and then we'll all have fun and laugh at Taylor and Brandon. I really don't care about Brandon. It was actually a good thing he left before he got cut. But Brandon only left because Taylor left. Damn.
I wish other people cared about this shit as much as I do. Well, not exactly because a certain aspect of that would be creepy. But anyways...I have always hated Benedict Arnold. Unless he was working for Britain the ENTIRE time, which he wasn't. He went over to the dark side. Just like Anakin.
Okay, enough about boys already. I would love to etch all my crushes into my skull and then forget them. It's too...what's the word...inconvenient. Yes, it's too inconvenient to have to worry about all of this shit.
I'm supposed to be studying for the biology test that we will be having in ten minutes. But I still don't believe in cramming yet. I expect I will by the end of the year, and by junior year I will be addicted to Dr. Pepper. But not yet.
I'm also trying to decide if I should play on the sixteen-and-under team next year. On the one hand, I didn't like pretty much anybody on that team and I'm a girl. Things are really different when you're fifteen and sixteen.
But on the other hand, the year after that I get to play with the guys on this team. That would be super fun, and I might be big enough and strong enough if I get my way.
Dilemma.
Oh, so my binder is now super heavy, thanks to AcaDec and Andrea. Grr. I was perfectly willing to carry the music packet, but it was only because she was whining about her binder that I agreed to take it for her. (Well, that and the certain person nearby. I have no shame. I'm not a very good friend.)
And all I have left of four bags of candy that I bought the other day is one stinkin' lollipop.
I'm sure it's a very good lollipop. But how did my peppermints and my gummy catepillars disappear so fast? Was it my kitty?
FINALLY. THE TEST IS READY.
ttyl! ;D
Two certain people didn't show up and one certain person did and I still can't believe it. Actually, three certain people didn't show up and I can believe it, I just don't want to. What a completely selfish and obnoxious and asshole-ish thing to do! He either has a lot of nerve, no sense of danger, or really annoying parents.
Anyway, I was already in a state of emotional shock and then there was the problem that I didn't mention specifically in my last post. So by Sunday night, I was pretty worn out.
And yesterday wasn't so fun, either. Although on the bright side, there isn't much homework so far except for some math that I forgot to do. I read Skip Beat and I was very happy with what happened after the kiss. Which, by the way, I HATED because she doesn't need a guy!! But of course she'll have to end up with one, and that one should be Ren. NOT Shotaro, the asshole who abandoned her.
So that reminds me of an asshole that abandoned me, which leads me back to the beginning of the post and the one person that did show up.
Yes, I am talking about Taylor. And considering the song by Pink "Please Don't Leave Me." I especially like the threatening parts.
I really wish I could show up to stick and puck next Sunday so I can see him and ignore him and I'm hoping to get Ryan to come and as many other people as possible and then we'll all have fun and laugh at Taylor and Brandon. I really don't care about Brandon. It was actually a good thing he left before he got cut. But Brandon only left because Taylor left. Damn.
I wish other people cared about this shit as much as I do. Well, not exactly because a certain aspect of that would be creepy. But anyways...I have always hated Benedict Arnold. Unless he was working for Britain the ENTIRE time, which he wasn't. He went over to the dark side. Just like Anakin.
Okay, enough about boys already. I would love to etch all my crushes into my skull and then forget them. It's too...what's the word...inconvenient. Yes, it's too inconvenient to have to worry about all of this shit.
I'm supposed to be studying for the biology test that we will be having in ten minutes. But I still don't believe in cramming yet. I expect I will by the end of the year, and by junior year I will be addicted to Dr. Pepper. But not yet.
I'm also trying to decide if I should play on the sixteen-and-under team next year. On the one hand, I didn't like pretty much anybody on that team and I'm a girl. Things are really different when you're fifteen and sixteen.
But on the other hand, the year after that I get to play with the guys on this team. That would be super fun, and I might be big enough and strong enough if I get my way.
Dilemma.
Oh, so my binder is now super heavy, thanks to AcaDec and Andrea. Grr. I was perfectly willing to carry the music packet, but it was only because she was whining about her binder that I agreed to take it for her. (Well, that and the certain person nearby. I have no shame. I'm not a very good friend.)
And all I have left of four bags of candy that I bought the other day is one stinkin' lollipop.
I'm sure it's a very good lollipop. But how did my peppermints and my gummy catepillars disappear so fast? Was it my kitty?
FINALLY. THE TEST IS READY.
ttyl! ;D
9.18.2009
I Don't Envy Anyone Reading My Mind
It's bad enough being with my own thoughts.
I do not expect anyone to understand this blog. You should not expect to understand a word I am saying. And with that understanding, I launch into symbolism.
I hate the whispers and the whisperer. I know my past and present, so why do I understand my future so well? And why won't they understand? Don't they know the time is running out? Don't they see my reasons why? It's all out in the open. I am shouting from my mountain, but no one can find me. And why am I so upset, when I was the one who wanted it that way?
I am in limbo, unable to move. Trapped and burning, a mass of self-destruction. Just a ghost, or a specter of my undeterminable and yet utterly knowable future. I am doomed and I am the one with the keys in hand. But they keys are buried and I am long dead, so why am I surprised?
I can't see the future of my now, only of my then. I hate myself for not knowing, for not learning. I don't understand. Do I want to lose it all? Did I all along? And how can I flee when my escape is no longer? Because it is not the escape, but me, that has changed.
Then again, I haven't changed. I have never changed. How can he not see that? How can he not see this part of my pain? I made it so clear. I was always clear and changing, shifting the instant he saw through. And that's the way I always am. But how can I be so faithless in my hatred?
And the world is calling. How can I find my answer when I am like this?
That's the truest question. Maybe we only find it in the deep of the agony.
Goodbye.
Tasteless Culture
And just when I thought the week would never end.
Already, the days are starting to do that thing where they kind of all blend together, and when you look back, you can pinpoint interesting things that happened, but you can't remember
--I don't even remember that day. Pretty damn sad.
Already, the days are starting to do that thing where they kind of all blend together, and when you look back, you can pinpoint interesting things that happened, but you can't remember
--I don't even remember that day. Pretty damn sad.
9.17.2009
9.16.2009
A Short Eternity
It's been a while since I last posted anything, so I am way behind.
But WE WON!!!!!!!!
That's right, our very first game evar was this Sunday. The score was 6-4. And twice, they were ahead of us by one point. We were tied for most of the game, though. It was only toward the end that we began to dominate. Our coach was super proud of us.
Afterwards, my dad and I went to Country Waffles and we were joined by three of the other people on the team. I sat at a table with them and one of the kids (he is on the short side) ordered a huge plate of food. He got large hash browns, something unidentifiable, and something I don't remember. Plus two pancakes. My point is, it was a lot of food and he didn't finish it.
We just told a bunch of crazy stories. One kid lives up in the foothills and it snows there, so he had a lot of funny stories such as the time his friend built 8 identical snowmen across the road.
And now I think I did pretty well on my history test, although I don't know about those essay questions....Hmm....Well, I did my best and that's what matters!
The anime club has really taken off. We printed out the constitution and finished our application. So far, we have almost 20 members. That would be about one of every six people in the school!
Anyway...that's all!
(For now, anyways....>:D)
But WE WON!!!!!!!!
That's right, our very first game evar was this Sunday. The score was 6-4. And twice, they were ahead of us by one point. We were tied for most of the game, though. It was only toward the end that we began to dominate. Our coach was super proud of us.
Afterwards, my dad and I went to Country Waffles and we were joined by three of the other people on the team. I sat at a table with them and one of the kids (he is on the short side) ordered a huge plate of food. He got large hash browns, something unidentifiable, and something I don't remember. Plus two pancakes. My point is, it was a lot of food and he didn't finish it.
We just told a bunch of crazy stories. One kid lives up in the foothills and it snows there, so he had a lot of funny stories such as the time his friend built 8 identical snowmen across the road.
And now I think I did pretty well on my history test, although I don't know about those essay questions....Hmm....Well, I did my best and that's what matters!
The anime club has really taken off. We printed out the constitution and finished our application. So far, we have almost 20 members. That would be about one of every six people in the school!
Anyway...that's all!
(For now, anyways....>:D)
9.11.2009
Practice Makes Imperfect[ions Obvious]
I can’t decide if I am bored or sleepy, which is a major pain in the ass. I could go either way. I could shut down this computer and go to sleep. But I could also stay up a few more hours, having fun planning clubs and parties and thinking about the games.
Several people were absent from practice today. Three, to be exact, but there is also a girl who isn’t on the team but practices with us, so technically we were minus two people. We had eight skaters total, which means we could play 4 on 4. However, our coach was also absent.
Our assistant coach was there, but he was having trouble dividing up the lines. We don’t have regular lines yet, which might be a problem come Sunday during our game. I eventually ended up as a right wing with a center who is pretty much our best player.
Our best player from last year was an asshole to people that weren’t very good (especially me). This year, our best player is nice to everyone (including me). He doesn’t talk much, at least not to me, but at least he passes to me. Once we figured out what the other person was doing, we played really well together. I got a few assists in our mini-scrimmage and almost scored twice; he scored about ten times. I’m not exaggerating. Well, okay, I’m not exaggerating very much. He’s got a very scary shot. Even our awesome goalies are somewhat afraid of him.
It was a pretty sloppy practice, though. Everyone seemed really tired. And I am including myself in the everyone. I was tired too, although I did skate hard when it mattered.
Our game this weekend could suck, rock, or both. Our best players are very good, as are our goalies. On the other hand, our worst players are very bad. Which reminds me, I really need to take shots and work out every day. You have to be dedicated to play sports, particularly hockey. I am discovering that injuries during hockey season are a part of life. My neck hurts and I’ve got new bruises. But it’s completely worth it.
I did just have practice tonight, so I’d better get off the computer so I can take a shower. I might be back later though ;)
Several people were absent from practice today. Three, to be exact, but there is also a girl who isn’t on the team but practices with us, so technically we were minus two people. We had eight skaters total, which means we could play 4 on 4. However, our coach was also absent.
Our assistant coach was there, but he was having trouble dividing up the lines. We don’t have regular lines yet, which might be a problem come Sunday during our game. I eventually ended up as a right wing with a center who is pretty much our best player.
Our best player from last year was an asshole to people that weren’t very good (especially me). This year, our best player is nice to everyone (including me). He doesn’t talk much, at least not to me, but at least he passes to me. Once we figured out what the other person was doing, we played really well together. I got a few assists in our mini-scrimmage and almost scored twice; he scored about ten times. I’m not exaggerating. Well, okay, I’m not exaggerating very much. He’s got a very scary shot. Even our awesome goalies are somewhat afraid of him.
It was a pretty sloppy practice, though. Everyone seemed really tired. And I am including myself in the everyone. I was tired too, although I did skate hard when it mattered.
Our game this weekend could suck, rock, or both. Our best players are very good, as are our goalies. On the other hand, our worst players are very bad. Which reminds me, I really need to take shots and work out every day. You have to be dedicated to play sports, particularly hockey. I am discovering that injuries during hockey season are a part of life. My neck hurts and I’ve got new bruises. But it’s completely worth it.
I did just have practice tonight, so I’d better get off the computer so I can take a shower. I might be back later though ;)
9.10.2009
Wide Awake And Yawning
This is my least favorite class, except for math which I hold special hatred for.
The cold air pours from the vents, resulting in goosebumps for all those idiots in the front row (hi). The PowerPoint is a source of incredible monotony. No one actually takes notes, and you have to strike a delicate balance between eye contact with the teacher and staring at the computer screen.
But I was smart today. I sat on the left side of the row so I could charge the laptop. I sat behind the projector, where the warm air comes out the back end and cancels the freezing air from the vents.
Oh, but I am really hungry and bored and tired and annoyed and I have practice tonight and a game this weekend and there is no point to this blog, is there?
Okay. Signing off.
The cold air pours from the vents, resulting in goosebumps for all those idiots in the front row (hi). The PowerPoint is a source of incredible monotony. No one actually takes notes, and you have to strike a delicate balance between eye contact with the teacher and staring at the computer screen.
But I was smart today. I sat on the left side of the row so I could charge the laptop. I sat behind the projector, where the warm air comes out the back end and cancels the freezing air from the vents.
Oh, but I am really hungry and bored and tired and annoyed and I have practice tonight and a game this weekend and there is no point to this blog, is there?
Okay. Signing off.
I Got An Education
....But not at school.
I'm so hungry! And we ran out of PopTarts and Chewy granola bars and fruit rolls and fruit juice snacks and other junky junk foods, so for breakfast I had part of a bagel and a banana. And for lunch next period, I can look forward to the rest of that half a bagel, HunnyNutCheery!O's, and a Tricks yogurt.
I want Halloween to hurry up, already. I have to remember to ask my parents if I can have a Halloween party this year, in lieu of a gingerbread house decorating party, which used to be like an annual event. I want to have my friends over in costume. We'll hang out and maybe carve pumpkins or something, and then we'll go trick-or-treating, and then we'll come home and watch a scary movie like the Blair Witch Project. I wonder if Halloween is on a Friday or Saturday. Maybe I could have a sleepover...but then again, I might have a game on the next day. I'll see about it.
I know that kind of sounds childish and stuff, but we could even have my little sister tag along and so we would get babysitter status. Besides, I never really had a lot of friends to share Halloween with because the few friends I had lived in other neighborhoods.
I figured out a way to do my makeup so I look very pale with shadows under my eyes. I'm going to be a grim reaper, and I'm gonna cover up an old hockey stick with black and silver paint to be my scythe. And then all I will need is a really cool black cloak.
We are going to take a biology test now! I super-hate tests. I had to take a test in AcaDec today and I'm pretty sure I failed because I didn't read the chapters I was supposed to, and guess what? The test was on those specific chapters. So today, I'm going to have to do some major reading and revising of notes and stuff like that. I want to be a starter this year.
Speaking of which, our coach got us a scrimmage this weekend! But it's at 7 in the morning and it's an hour away and we have to be there about an hour early. That means I have to get up at around 4. That part of it sucks.
But at least we have a game, and at least I'm doing well. I'm getting stronger and my shots have improved a lot. Plus, I'm so tall that I can check other people very much easier than last year. And we might be going up against some of the traitors that left our rink a while ago.
That's the way it goes at our rink. We find some decent players, get them on a team, improve their skills, and then they move on and we have to find other people. It sucks, but that's the way it is.
Bored. Hungry. Tired. Bored. Did I mention bored?
Whatever. I finished my test early. I usually do. My grade might be absolutely awesome, or it might not be so good, but I almost always finish the test early. And at our school, early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable. So technically early is unacceptable too...?
Okay, I'm gonna shut up now. I'm pretty sure I got 10 out of 10 on the test plus the bonus questions, so I might even be able to get my B up to an A!
Here I come, Ivy League!
I'm so hungry! And we ran out of PopTarts and Chewy granola bars and fruit rolls and fruit juice snacks and other junky junk foods, so for breakfast I had part of a bagel and a banana. And for lunch next period, I can look forward to the rest of that half a bagel, HunnyNutCheery!O's, and a Tricks yogurt.
I want Halloween to hurry up, already. I have to remember to ask my parents if I can have a Halloween party this year, in lieu of a gingerbread house decorating party, which used to be like an annual event. I want to have my friends over in costume. We'll hang out and maybe carve pumpkins or something, and then we'll go trick-or-treating, and then we'll come home and watch a scary movie like the Blair Witch Project. I wonder if Halloween is on a Friday or Saturday. Maybe I could have a sleepover...but then again, I might have a game on the next day. I'll see about it.
I know that kind of sounds childish and stuff, but we could even have my little sister tag along and so we would get babysitter status. Besides, I never really had a lot of friends to share Halloween with because the few friends I had lived in other neighborhoods.
I figured out a way to do my makeup so I look very pale with shadows under my eyes. I'm going to be a grim reaper, and I'm gonna cover up an old hockey stick with black and silver paint to be my scythe. And then all I will need is a really cool black cloak.
We are going to take a biology test now! I super-hate tests. I had to take a test in AcaDec today and I'm pretty sure I failed because I didn't read the chapters I was supposed to, and guess what? The test was on those specific chapters. So today, I'm going to have to do some major reading and revising of notes and stuff like that. I want to be a starter this year.
Speaking of which, our coach got us a scrimmage this weekend! But it's at 7 in the morning and it's an hour away and we have to be there about an hour early. That means I have to get up at around 4. That part of it sucks.
But at least we have a game, and at least I'm doing well. I'm getting stronger and my shots have improved a lot. Plus, I'm so tall that I can check other people very much easier than last year. And we might be going up against some of the traitors that left our rink a while ago.
That's the way it goes at our rink. We find some decent players, get them on a team, improve their skills, and then they move on and we have to find other people. It sucks, but that's the way it is.
Bored. Hungry. Tired. Bored. Did I mention bored?
Whatever. I finished my test early. I usually do. My grade might be absolutely awesome, or it might not be so good, but I almost always finish the test early. And at our school, early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable. So technically early is unacceptable too...?
Okay, I'm gonna shut up now. I'm pretty sure I got 10 out of 10 on the test plus the bonus questions, so I might even be able to get my B up to an A!
Here I come, Ivy League!
9.08.2009
Yay For Inanimate Objects!
Hurray!
I was putting the computer to sleep and then it wouldn’t turn back on and then I turned it off and so I thought I lost the document. But I didn’t!
And here I was, about to rage about my hatred for certain inanimate objects.
I was putting the computer to sleep and then it wouldn’t turn back on and then I turned it off and so I thought I lost the document. But I didn’t!
And here I was, about to rage about my hatred for certain inanimate objects.
Happy Depressing Hour!
I am not tired and I should be. I totally should be tired right now.
It’s ten thirty. Why am I not tired?
Could it possibly be related to the fact that I had three sodas today? I am such a pig. I knew I shouldn’t have had that one at Togo’s. But I wanted the chips, and it was a combo deal… So I got a root beer with Pepsi and Dr Pepper added.
I’m listening to the radio. I found a new station. It’s great, although a little fuzzy. But it’s the kind of music I like.
Oh, this ad is so horribly unrealistic. Yeah, yeah, I’m so sure that every guy is gonna rush to buy diamond earrings for his girlfriend upon hearing it.
Uh-oh.
Note to self: do not mention boys unless you want to spiral down a lonely, hate-filled path. Did I mention my favorite lyrics are the chorus to “Ready, Aim, Misfire” by New Years Day? Yeah, they are. If you look up the lyrics, you will understand. Put it this way—I have crushed on somewhere between seventeen and twenty guys. One became my boyfriend. The most I ever got was a hug. No kissing, no holding hands, no dating. I’ve become fairly depressed in regards to my love life.
And I would be more optimistic about getting a boyfriend this year, except that the guys at school…well, I won’t say anything against them. I’m just not that interested in anybody at school. I might say yes to certain people, but I’m not going out to get any one of them. And the guys at hockey…there’s only one I can think of, or actually two, that would even have the slightest possibility of asking me out and I don’t like one of them and the other one is not only kind of the quiet type but, I dunno, it seems like guys who play hockey don’t date girls on the same team.
I wish.
And I’m talking about this while a racy discussion is going on behind me. I’m all alone in the house (well, technically the other 3 people are here, just asleep), and so apparently the DJs discuss *ahem* questionable topics. I don’t suppose this is illegal, but still. It’s annoying to have to listen to all of this…there is no word to describe all of this. Apparently these two DJs give out advice on this stuff.
I’m ignoring it as much as possible until the music comes back on.
Now I’m going to explain why this says I posted it in the morning. I wrote it at night when I have no internet access. I typed it up on Word and then I pasted it onto the blog. I wish I could be like my friend Odd Becca and just stay up all night on the internet but you know, some people don’t have entire downstairs apartments to themselves with an extra computer that has internet access at all hours. My parents check on me.
It sucks. Thanks for your concern.
Oh, and now there’s this dude who is addicted to painkillers talking to them. Apparently his friend broke a leg and then gave him the extra painkillers, and then when he had an operation it somehow activated this addiction…uh I don’t quite understand the situation.
But whatever. I wish I could draw, but I don’t want to risk turning on my lamp because my mom is sick and might get up in the middle of the night, and my dad is sleeping in the living room, which my room is right next to. So I suppose I’ll go to sleep.
……..So much for that. I am super bored. Super bored. Super super super super bored. La lalalala lala lla lalal a lalla lalla la ala mode ice cream pie yum dessert oh candy…
Oops, I shouldn’t have had that third soda. We’re back where we started. My tragic love life…T.T
And what makes it even more tragic is that I’m addicted to shojo manga, so I read all these wonderful stories about girls and guys living happily ever after. Ah, whatever the heck. Whatever. Gyaaaugh. Blooomf. Sheeeargy. Booooooooonk. Igglewimpfuly.
For those who know me, you know this affliction that plagues me. “Imaginationitis”.
Caused by an excess amount of imagination, boredom, and creative outlets combined. Incurable. Diagnosed by the making up of unreal words.
Oh excellent! Music!
Goddamn. It was just the lead-in for back to the racy panel.
Whatever. I’m going to try and go to sleep.
It’s ten thirty. Why am I not tired?
Could it possibly be related to the fact that I had three sodas today? I am such a pig. I knew I shouldn’t have had that one at Togo’s. But I wanted the chips, and it was a combo deal… So I got a root beer with Pepsi and Dr Pepper added.
I’m listening to the radio. I found a new station. It’s great, although a little fuzzy. But it’s the kind of music I like.
Oh, this ad is so horribly unrealistic. Yeah, yeah, I’m so sure that every guy is gonna rush to buy diamond earrings for his girlfriend upon hearing it.
Uh-oh.
Note to self: do not mention boys unless you want to spiral down a lonely, hate-filled path. Did I mention my favorite lyrics are the chorus to “Ready, Aim, Misfire” by New Years Day? Yeah, they are. If you look up the lyrics, you will understand. Put it this way—I have crushed on somewhere between seventeen and twenty guys. One became my boyfriend. The most I ever got was a hug. No kissing, no holding hands, no dating. I’ve become fairly depressed in regards to my love life.
And I would be more optimistic about getting a boyfriend this year, except that the guys at school…well, I won’t say anything against them. I’m just not that interested in anybody at school. I might say yes to certain people, but I’m not going out to get any one of them. And the guys at hockey…there’s only one I can think of, or actually two, that would even have the slightest possibility of asking me out and I don’t like one of them and the other one is not only kind of the quiet type but, I dunno, it seems like guys who play hockey don’t date girls on the same team.
I wish.
And I’m talking about this while a racy discussion is going on behind me. I’m all alone in the house (well, technically the other 3 people are here, just asleep), and so apparently the DJs discuss *ahem* questionable topics. I don’t suppose this is illegal, but still. It’s annoying to have to listen to all of this…there is no word to describe all of this. Apparently these two DJs give out advice on this stuff.
I’m ignoring it as much as possible until the music comes back on.
Now I’m going to explain why this says I posted it in the morning. I wrote it at night when I have no internet access. I typed it up on Word and then I pasted it onto the blog. I wish I could be like my friend Odd Becca and just stay up all night on the internet but you know, some people don’t have entire downstairs apartments to themselves with an extra computer that has internet access at all hours. My parents check on me.
It sucks. Thanks for your concern.
Oh, and now there’s this dude who is addicted to painkillers talking to them. Apparently his friend broke a leg and then gave him the extra painkillers, and then when he had an operation it somehow activated this addiction…uh I don’t quite understand the situation.
But whatever. I wish I could draw, but I don’t want to risk turning on my lamp because my mom is sick and might get up in the middle of the night, and my dad is sleeping in the living room, which my room is right next to. So I suppose I’ll go to sleep.
……..So much for that. I am super bored. Super bored. Super super super super bored. La lalalala lala lla lalal a lalla lalla la ala mode ice cream pie yum dessert oh candy…
Oops, I shouldn’t have had that third soda. We’re back where we started. My tragic love life…T.T
And what makes it even more tragic is that I’m addicted to shojo manga, so I read all these wonderful stories about girls and guys living happily ever after. Ah, whatever the heck. Whatever. Gyaaaugh. Blooomf. Sheeeargy. Booooooooonk. Igglewimpfuly.
For those who know me, you know this affliction that plagues me. “Imaginationitis”.
Caused by an excess amount of imagination, boredom, and creative outlets combined. Incurable. Diagnosed by the making up of unreal words.
Oh excellent! Music!
Goddamn. It was just the lead-in for back to the racy panel.
Whatever. I’m going to try and go to sleep.
9.07.2009
Title: Title: Title: Title:
...dear God, I am bored. I know that's not your problem. I was just letting you know.
Oh why can't things just stay the way they were when they change? I miss Taylor. I went to my uncle and aunt's house today for a vegan barbeque. And of course that made me remember last season, when everything was perfectly screwed up.
Don't worry, I don't expect anyone else to understand what I'm saying.
9.03.2009
Overdue Punctuality
Oh what the hecky...
La lala ala mode ice cream pie...
....Can you tell that I am bored and hungry? Well, I am. I'm in biology. Fun. We have not done any labs. We are getting our second chapter test tomorrow. Our second chapter test, tomorrow, will be on chapter two. Tomorrow we will be doing the chapter two test.
Now it's after lunch and I am in journalism class, where I will shortly be required to close down my laptop yet again. *sigh*
Farewell.
9.01.2009
I Am Not A Starving Artist
I make contradictory titles.
Anyway, has anybody noticed that in practically every blog I mention food or being hungry?
Well, I do. And this is not because I don't eat a lot or I eat way too much. I eat lunch, breakfast, dinner, and snacks. I eat about as much as the average teenager. But I'm still very hungry during school.
I think I'm addicted to junk food. I need to break this habit for my health. But I love it so...
Whatever. I gotta get some water cuz I'm thirstier than I am hungry for once and there's someone at the door so, like my kitty, I must investigate. Also, it's late o'clock at night.
Bye!
Creative Sheep
Hello hello hello!!!
Sup.
So, I read Odd and now I'm all fired up about our anime/manga/comics club. We will fund raise for the majority of our money. We'll have our own prez, vice prez, and treasurer. We can meet on Fridays either after school or during lunch in Room Ten (I think that's the one that isn't being used) and go to conventions. We can rent 15-passenger vans or have parents carpool us to the conventions. We'll make our own T-shirts. The club will have several objectives: reading and discussing manga and anime, creating and producing manga and anime, and sharing manga and anime with the community. We'll have an art showcase and festival twice a school year. Eventually, we should be able to get our own artists' table at the conventions.
We will have about 25 members, I think. Me and all my friends, plus a few kinda-friends (that's the thing with our school--there are pretty much your friends and your kinda-friends and that's all we have room for) and some other people who we don't know about. We'll elect the officers at the first meeting. We'll have one of the teachers to mentor us. (Oh, Ms. S has those manga chibis in her room on her bulletin board. I know many among us could be more pleased with her, but she might know something about art. Other than that, Ms. W. )
We'll have sign-up sheets to go to the conventions so we know who is going. We can handle it outside of school so we won't need permission slips. I think the cost per person, counting transportation and food and tickets but not souvenirs would be about 35 dollars. That's doable for mostly everyone at our school. And then you'd have to bring your own money for souvenirs. At the meetings before the conventions, we would also have one or two people responsible for collecting all the contest entries and decide on the time we leave and the time we get there.
We can each create our own T-shirts that have to say the name of the club on the front left, but whatever on the back. Chibis, slogans, whatever. We can give each other comissions, too, and the more experienced artists could even hold manga seminars every month during club meetings.
The club's objectives would be reading/watching/dicussing/producing/sharing manga, anime, and comics. We'd each pitch in and fund-raise to pay for the subscription of at least 3 magazines--one shojo magazine, Shonen Jump, and maybe a seinen one (although I have no idea what seinen manga acutally is...). We'd have one manga and anime that we would follow from each category, to be voted on during meetings. Then we'd discuss it and study different styles and history of manga/anime. I happen to have an incredibly remarkable book that contains great secrets about how to make great manga. It emphasizes working on art in general, and creating your own style, and also has production tips. We would eventually have our own website, hopefully linked to the school's website.
And then there's our school's manga/anime/comics festival. Our club would run it, and it would involve seminars by our artists/editors/fans, plus stalls where our crafts (handmade posters, T-shirts, buttons, plushies, hats, etc.) would be sold (50% benefits to our school) and also hopefully a cosplay and art contest. We'd have to work closely with our activities directors, but I think we could basically run the whole show.
Our long-term objectives would be to have festivals/showcases at least once a year, have at least one group trip to an anime convention, produce our own art and manga each year to enter in various contests, and collect our own archives of manga and anime.
I also think we should start talking to kids at our school to see how many people would be interested, get them involved with drawing up a plan during lunch, and then taking that plan to our mentor teacher and Mr. H. When/if they agree, we would compile our objectives and ideas into one or two handouts and then hold an introductory meeting during lunch time. During that time, we would sign people up for the club, vote for our officers, and explain/decide on pretty much everything we're going to do over the year.
I am totally going nuts with this. I'm gonna have to look over this post and take notes, and then take it to my room where I will spend a lot of time under the covers working on a decent explanatory document.
Whatever. We begin our crusade tomorrow.
Revision: we begin our project tomorrow. The crusades were horrible times. People basically went to war over what religion you belonged to and who got the right to the Holy Land.
So, my friends, whether you read this or not, we're starting tomorrow. Be prepared to talk to a lot of people, students as well as teachers (or the other way around) and be prepared to have me boss you around. Bikachu, let's just keep tossing this idea back and forth, adding to it.
What do you think?
Military Intelligence
I'm being a responsible student.
I stayed up late last night to finish my homework (which I failed to do), take a shower (which succeeded in giving me a bad hair day today) and eat my ice cream (which was delicious). I went to bed at an unreasonable hour (eleven thirty, which is early for me) and got up at seven twenty-five to get to a school that starts at eight (and so I made it on time, just barely).
And when I get home today, I have to eat a snack, clean the kitty litterboxes, and go to practice. My shot sucks horribly, and I need to practice, but I am a Master Procrastinator. And I'm afraid of failure. And I'm forgetful. And it's all my fault.
Our speech teacher is a little out there. In our workbook, OH MY GOD. SORRY. SUDDEN UPDATE. OUR BIO TEACHER JUST CALLED CARBON A PROSTITUTE ATOM. BECAUSE IT CAN BOND WITH ANY OTHER TYPE OF ATOM.
Oh, this is serious shit. I mean, yeah, they said they were gonna treat us like adults, but that's too much for many high school boys to handle in the classroom. Thank goodness there are only two of them in the room.
Sad, isn't it? There are twice as many girls as boys in the school. This may cause problems.
Which is why I turn to the ice rink for boyfriend material. Shame there isn't much.
Anyway, our speech teacher is trying to build our self-esteem and self-confidence before we start public speaking. Whatever. I'm not happy with myself because I know I should be improving myself and I'm not, but I am reasonably confident about not only my speaking abilities but my other abilities too. I know what I am capable of in life and right now.
But he's got the right idea. At least it's not all happy-feely like this one shit program the district threw out called "Get Along Together" or some idiotic title along those lines.
It was ridiculous. We were expected to write down some "I" sentences. Such as, "I feel angry when you call me a bitch. It makes me angry because I don't deserve to be called a bitch by such an asshole. Please don't call me names anymore."
Oh. My. Dog!!!!!!
Just kidding, I don't have a dog. Wish I did...but I love my cats too. I want fishies in a tank. My snake died. So did a bird that flew into our house and tried to go out the sliding glass door when it was shut.
My little sister is going overboard planning for Halloween. She's been nagging me for the past week. Today is the first day of effin' September. She should back off, particularly when I am in a bad mood.
Ah, damn, I broke my student ID again. Well, I fixed it easily using the same piece of tape, but it's the second month of school and it's broken twice. Plus, it's tacky and now I have to punch a hole in the tape.
This morning, I suffered through a test on a Tale of Two Cities. One test for every chapter. It was group work. Our group Does Not Play Well With Others. So we all basically did it on our own. I mean, it wasn't a real test. It was more like a study sheet in test form. But I'm still trying to catch up on the reading and it doesn't help now that she also wants us to read SparkNotes and the DemiDec reading guide and then fill out these tests.
But at least I'm getting an A in the class. I'm averaging a B in all my other classes because I'm not used to working. Once I get adjusted to the work, I might get somewhere around a low A.
So then, my school life is going to start working out, my social life is partly dead and partly thriving, my art life is kind of stuck, and my hockey life is not going so great. Very whatever nothing.
La, la la la. zI amz tizzredz azzndzz huzzznzgryzz.
YYYaaaawwwwwnnnn IIII aaammm sssuuupppeeerrr ttttiirreeddd aaannnd bbboorreeeedd.
Another thing I learned from the speech workbook is that we are bored when someone talks a lot not because the subject is boring, but because we think faster than we listen. Like, an whole lot faster than we hear anything.
I wonder how much longer until lunch. Oh. Forty minutes or so. #$&%*&$%*. [CENSORED]
I want food. I want to get out of this room. I want to curl up with my stereo on talking to a boyfriend on instant message and working on a manga or a story and then go outside to the rink and take shots. I miss my imaginary life...
And so, I work to begin my new awesome life!!!
......HUNGRY!!!!!!
8.28.2009
Young Adults
So wussup?
It's been a while.
Yeah, I really don't care. I'm hungry, I'm tired, I'm not happy to be here because I'd really rather be drawing and reading my copy of Shonen Jump that I just got (including a brand new series called Tegami Bachi and another called Black Cat) or drawing, or both. Plus I want to know if I won the election or not.
Since there are going to be two of us, all I have to do is get second. But there are seven people on the ballot, even if there are only three people actually running.
The teacher says it wasn't an obvious win for anything. Well, actually, there was one obvious win. My kinda buddy Jorelyn is running for student senate rep. She's the only one running. So she's the only one with a chance of winning.
A few people said they saw my clever poster and liked it. It had a bunch of happy chibis doing various activities. A few were holding money, a few were dressed up for Halloween, and others were dancing or playing in the snow (pity we don't get any here). And what I said was "This could be you. All you have to do is vote Emily for activities director, and get instant access to fun festivals, great fundraisers, and awesome dances. Side effects may include extreme happiness, sense of humor and incurable smiles. Rated S for [the name of mah scoolio which I will NOT be giving to you...]."
And the funny part is, that poster was a last-ditch effort that I began about 45 minutes before school got out.
Wonder if I won....ZOMFG FOODZ!!!!!
8.26.2009
A Modern Classic
So I'm in history class. No talking is allowed, and we are taking a test.
Or I was taking a test. I finished quickly, like I usually do, and now I'm on here. So far, I got an A on the test because I only missed one of the multiple choice, but the teacher has to manually grade the essay questions and I'm positive I screwed up on at least one and possibly all four.
Some kids have realized that yes, there is a question about Socrates and yes, there are two posters of him up on the walls. But those posters aren't helpful. I already checked. I had to go on my own knowledge.
Apparently the Gracchus brothers tried to help the plebians. I guessed that they tried to get them and the slaves to rebel. I probably got that wrong and I'm thinking now that I should have read the textbook instead of watching Potter Puppet Pals with my buddy Holly.
I started a new manga called Hatred. It's about teddy bears that come to life. This old guy who calls himself the Puppet Master makes toys, and now he has created this sort of army of teddy bears that will destroy their children and capture other children that cause problems. He's looking for a vital ingredient found in many children that will allow him to reclaim his youth, or something like that. And he's a little psycho.
Anyway, this one bear, Piccolo, wakes up with no memories of his past life with his child. He isn't like the other bears that are "alive" because he has a heart (although he doesn't know this) and he can see and understand things. He has a necklace of keys that unlock various worlds and things and even one that unlocks the Puppet Master's workshop, but he doesn't know what they are for yet. He also has a magical bag that carries magical items such as the 5 Stones of Power. They each contain an element (Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Light) and have another mysterious use.
Piccolo has to set out on his own and defeat the other bears as well as the Puppet Master and free the children who have been captured by the bears. Along the way, he meets up with a boy named Jaz, whose bear abandoned him; Zipper, a little terrier that acts big; Mercy, a black cat who is rumored to have killed several children; and the Guardian Bears, who have come to life somehow and are sworn to protect their children from harm.
And then there's Piccolo's forgotten past. His child was named Shaya, and she was a special child who could create things with her imagination. She created him to protect him and to save the other children. Now Shaya is locked up in the Puppet Master's workshop with several other special children.
Coolio, isn't it? I'm already working on the characters. And come to think of it, I probably should be doing that right now. But you know...there are still people working on the test, and teachers get touchy when someone gets out a notebook during a test, even if it is an online test.
Well I can see that Holly is drawing or something. She and Becca are working on this Harry Potter fan fiction manga. It's pretty funny, and not even about Harry. They have made up their own characters except for the teachers.
So I guess I'm gonna stop blogging now and play Tanks and draw. Yeah. So. Um. Bye.
...I'm hungry...
8.25.2009
Profound Nonsense
Oh, I really don't like this.
I'm stuck, hungry, near the front of the college room, blogging, and the professor is getting us to come up with rules for the classroom. I want my yogurt...
So, the latest update on my life:
I'm going to the convention on Saturday with somewhere between one and four friends. I'm entering the amateur art contest there. I'm going to practice tonight and my dad is getting me a Subway so that I can eat without going home, because of my little sister's Back To Stupidity Night. I'm friendly with Riley (*cheer*) and unfriendly with Taylor (*sniff*) and I have mild feelings of hatred toward Rick, Adam, and Brandon. I'm filling up my memory stick steadily with stories. So far I have sixty-three.
I'm gonna go a bit abstract now. I have these recurring dreams about the last day of everything. Now, let me explain that rationally. I have dreams about the last day of school. I have dreams about our trip to Great America. I have dreams about the end of the season. And in each of these dreams, I can go on forever. On the field trip, I was running with my friends, past the rides and the souvenirs and the snack stands, and we were laughing, and I was out in front, and although we were going pretty fast, I wasn't afraid of the park ending because I knew the day would last forever.
I wish those dreams were grounded in reality. I want my beautiful summer back, when everything was okay, and Taylor wasn't gone, and school wasn't hard, and my sister wasn't such a little biotch, and my mom let me have reasonable freedom, and I could do so much more.
I don't like this list because it mentions how use of technology should be restricted to class-related activities. I know this sounds mean, but our teacher is handicapped so she won't be coming around to check this.
So far, we really haven't learned much in either of our college classes. Our speech professor means well and started a couple of lectures, but like me, he ends up on these detours that in the end get us pretty much nowhere. And in here, she makes everything longer than it has to be. Everything has a reason. Everything is expanded.
Wow, my friend who was reading over my shoulder is actually writing this all down! I'm just pretending to be. Since I'm such a smart kid, I have developed excellent skills at appearing like I'm doing the work.
And now I'm going to contribute a little something, to keep the teacher off my back. I've discovered that in the early weeks of school, volunteer early and just with little random facts that no one else will say. In math class, mention the next step when she asks for it. This puts the thought into their heads that you are a pretty smart kid who knows what they are talking about. Then hand in the assignments regularly, and don't goof off. Sit in the middle of the room--keep someone between you and the teacher, but not in the back.
I'm in the third phase of the plan. I keep an eye on what's going on at the front. I glance at the projector and pretend to take notes on the computer. I volunteer once or maybe twice, but not right at the beginning. I make eye contact with the teacher regularly.
This is the time when you can get away with a lot. The teachers aren't on guard and they don't know how bored you are yet. I am logging a lot of time on this thing, and actually this is one of the longest posts I've written so far.
But I can only blog so much. And so, I'll be logging off now so I can get some real work done. And not classwork.
See you in the afterlife.
Edible Cafeteria Food
I'm so hungryyy, oh so hungryyy, I have no foodies, to eat right now....
The brownie I mentioned in my last post has long since vanished. My marshmallows are in my backpack, the fruit roll is being digested, and my Gobstoppers are hidden under my pillow at home.
For my dear friend reading over my shoulder, hello. It's nice of you to be worried about what I'm doing and kindly F*CK THE HECK OFF. You are NOT getting your hands on my Gobstoppers.
So far at school today, I have heard other people mention toast, s'mores, pancakes, cake, soda, muffins, and assorted other foods.
I am really really hungry. I just remembered the yogurt in my backpack, but I cannot access that for another hour and a half. *sigh*
Our college professor for Computer Science is asking us to volunteer rules for acceptable college behavior. This is what we got so far:
- No talking while the professor is lecturing
- Take notes on important topics
- Pay attention
- Come to class prepared to learn the material (bring completed assignments, note supplies, et.)
And that's what we've got.
Oily Water
Hey-o!
I'm typing this as I eat my brownie in biology class. Weird class, huh? Yup. It is. It really is. Mostly everyone else is looking up the pH of various substances. Of course I, possessing a mind of a brilliant nature, started looking it up first. And consequently, I was finished first.
Ah haha, Becca is hunched over her computer like there's no manana. Darn, I suppose there's no way to put the proper accent mark in there...ah well...now it just looks like a strange relative of banana.
This brownie tastes odd. Oh well, I suppose I can wash it down with marshmallows and my fruit roll.
Yes, I have bad habits with junk food. So sue me.
My new motto is, "Be prepared...to share junk food and wild adventures!"
Sounds like an ad for a theme park. Yay I love theme parks! Such as Six Flags and Great America. If we have a game near Vallejo, I wonder if I can convince Coach to let us stop there. That would be ultimately hilariously fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And this great new yogurt shop opened up near my house. They give you a cup and you can fill it with any flavors and any toppings and then they weigh it. The first time I went there, it ended up being like six dollars. But I'd love to share it with my team!
Ah, there is the bell. Merciful Person Upstairs! Thank you!
8.24.2009
A Hostile Ally
For our more illiterate friends out there, I'd like to point out that no, "ally" is not a misspelling. It means a friend that helps you out when you are attacked. Related words include "alliance" and "allies".
But anyway!
Yeah, so my mom doesn't want me to have a blog anymore. Well, she's okay with me having one, but she has to supervise and read every post from now on. So I guess this means no deviantart, no myspace, no facebook, and now no blog.
For my mom: Please stop being so paranoid. I am not an idiot. Many of my friends blog and none of them has been stalked. Many of my friends have a MySpace and none of them have been stalked. I am not going to be stalked by any weird person I meet on the internet, because I'm not so stupid that I would meet any weird people. And I'm not going to put anything I'd regret on here.
For my dad: If some sort of "parental supervision" is mandatory henceforth after this post, I'd prefer it if you read it. I feel that you have a more realistic view of the world.
Yes, I am typing this while I am angry and I know that there will be consequences. But I seriously doubt that I'm going to regret it.
For my friends: You can clearly see why I have no life.
And on that happy note, I conclude today's posts.
Similar Differences
Hiya!!!
Byea!!!!
J/k, kind of.
I'm having hot dogs for dinner. So I'll talk to you losers later.
I might get to be in a band. I might get to go to a convention. I might have an awesomely awesome season. The world is full of possiblities.
A Normal Weirdo
Hey, it's me.
Big surprise, I know.
So, how many people have read my blog by now? Probably zero? Yeah, that's what I thought. If I'm wrong, so help me and comment!!!
Well so far I am back to hating my life. Yeah, I can't enter my art in the amateur art contest because I can't go there on Saturday. The team picnic is that same day, and I might also have a game that day too. I'm screwed.
Well so far I am back to hating my life. Yeah, I can't enter my art in the amateur art contest because I can't go there on Saturday. The team picnic is that same day, and I might also have a game that day too. I'm screwed.
It wasn't like I expected to win or anything, but I still wanted to enter and get experience. Which reminds me, my mom doesn't want me to have an account on deviantart because she doesn't like the name. WTF??? I mean, yeah, deviant means...basically...having...characteristics of a...slut...but it's not like I'm a slut and it's not like anyone with an account on deviantart is also gonna be a slut. Sheesh.
Yeah, I'm in this place with my art where random people say "Ohh you're so good" and my parents say "This is so nice" and my sister says "Can you draw something for me" but all my friends say "Yeah that's okay look at my awesome funny chibis!!!"
And I found this really good book telling how to draw manga. It's much better than those "How To Draw Manga" sh*t the library has. It teaches you to be a better artist and then how to develop your own style of drawing while learning the techniques of producing manga.
So basically I'm trying to use human anatomy in my drawings. It's a lot harder than I thought, especially when it comes to proportions of heads and shape of limbs and size of neck and stuff like that. Although, I have been using my friend's chibis for reference, with some mixed results. I made a great few scenes for an English project, and maybe I can scan it and put it on an illegal deviantart account. XD
Heh heh...next time.
Awesomely Awesome Awesomeness
Guess what I did this weekend?
Never mind, I'll tell you.
I rolled out of bed at eleven or so. I grabbed about ten waffles and wolfed them down with with either syrup, cane sugar, or butter. Then I got my skates and waited near the front door for about half an hour until my mom stopped talking to my dad about what to do while she was gone and when my sister's friend was going home and we finally went to the rink.
And I'm now friends with Riley!!!!
Oh happy day, I got to hang out at the rink basically all day yesterday and with Caitlin and Riley and without Rick and Ricky and the other assholes that plague my life.
And now I am sitting happily outside the school eating Rolos and Gobstoppers and conversing with my friends about the joys of Harry Potter fan fiction and boys. There's a lovely breeze and we are sitting in the shade and I sent Taylor a strongly worded message. I'm so happy!
Ah, I love life.
And I expect in my next entry I'll be complaining. I do that a lot. I'm rather extreme and I'm a hotheaded person. That's not a good combination. Oh yeah, and I have a temper "problem".
What can I say? I play a violent sport, I whack my friends when I get "mad" at them, and when I was two years old I spent hours stabbing an old cardboard box with a nail.
Yes, I'm weird. Yes, I admit it. Yes, I'm listening to Green Day.
And yes, I'm going to stop blogging now so I can play a game where I can blow things up.
May the force be with you.
8.21.2009
This End Down
So hey again!
...Nobody is reading this, are they?
I didn't think so. But anyway, I'll write even though nobody cares because that is my calling in life. I shall bring entertainment to the human race. Yes I shall! I shall become a successful mangaka and a musician, as well as a brilliant athlete and OWW
Yeah, so anyways I broke my toenail. Yes, it hurts, thanks so much for the concern. I was at back-to school night, a sordid affair, and I was so incredibly bored that I began kicking a basketball over and over at the chainlink fence.
Turns out, basketballs aren't meant to be kicked. Who knew?
That's what the OWW was about. Not to mention I scraped the skin off my knee and forgot to put a band-aid on it and so then it really hurt when I was practicing. No biggie, though. I've had worse. Especially when a certain SOMEONE ran into me last season and fell on top of me, landing on my spinal cord and therefore ruining my skating ability for the rest of practice. And then the same SOMEONE hit me the other day when I didn't have my mouth guard and my tooth nearly fell out.
Aww, you guys are so sweet. Yeah, I'm okay. No, really.
I've never had study hall before. I think I rather like it. We have wireless throughout the entire building, so I can type this up at my leisure. The downsides? There are none.
Nay, nay, I jest. This computer is controlled by the district and so ZOMFG THATS HILARIOUS. This kid just said copying and pasting from the internet was profanity.
For those of you who don't know what the correct term is, it's plagerism. Or plaigerism. Whatever. Profanity is cuss words.
But are there drawbacks to having a district-controlled computer? Definitely. Absolutely. We can't go on YouTube, MySpace, Quizilla, Facebook, etc.
There is a reason why we are getting all this technology, and it has some things to do with our principal's illustrious goals for this wonderful school. But it also has some other things to do with the fact that the district superintendant's daughter is going to the school.
In fact, in student government today, she asked permission to print out little buttons for her campaign. Buttons, I ask you. Buttons. First of all, if you read the student code of conduct or whatever, it prohibits you from bringing sharp objects to school. And buttons?!? Seriously, when does any high school election require campaign buttons?
Correct answer: in a school for rich kids. This is not a school for rich kids. Let's just say that over half of the people in this school are receiving free or reduced cost lunches.
Then again, two of my friends are people who receive those, and that's because their mother cheated on the forms. (Heh.) And around the corner, there's a lady selling drugs. This school is not in the best location. Most of the people who live in the apartments nearby are either drug or alcohol users or sellers.
I'm kind of used to it. In the last school I went to, I was the only white kid in the school. It's hard to be white in a town like this because some people assume that I'm hating on them based on the color of my skin. But isn't that prejudice, too?
It's like Valkyrie. Ya know, that movie with Tom Cruise in it? When they were getting ready to execute the plan, someone said, "What if we fail?" And someone else replied, "We can't fail. But they have to know that we weren't all bad. Some of us didn't agree, and at least we have tried."
Or something along those lines. Well, not all white people were bad. Custer was one very bad person. Andrew Jackson was another. And there were a lot of people, nameless and faceless, in the history books that became an army that was under the command of those terrible people and went along with it. But some didn't know any better and some disagreed.
Wow, I just talked about history for ten minutes. How boring is that?
Please do not answer the question. It was a rhetorical question.
Have you ever noticed how Australians ask a lot of rhetorical questions? It's because they need your approval? Because they are not very self-confident?
Anyway, so the Dutch landed in Australia first. They looked around and said, "Thees is a shithole."
Then came the French. They landed, got off and walked around, and said, "Well we agree wiz zey Dutch."
And lastly came the English, who in a rare display of optimism, said, "Well, it is a bit shitty. But maybe it's less shitty over there."
Impressed? Don't be. I got it off of YouTube.
And then, of course, they sent their prisoners there. And the prisoners got off the boat (which quickly sailed away) and went for a walk. When they got back, I imagine they said something along the lines of "Damn."
That part I did make up.
The first camel in Australia was named Harry. Sadly, Harry died, before ever hooking up with a lovely female Australian camel, in a tragic rifle accident. (*snort*)
Yes, my friends and I got very interested in Australia when we did a history project for lauguage arts class (aka English for Idiots. We learned nada in class that year, due to our horrible horrible horrible teacher). So then a few weeks ago I went to a Jewish wedding where the groom's family was from Australia. It's up there as one of the weirdest fun experiences of my life. (Also up there is my first anime convention. For those of you who have been to one, you'll know what I'm talking about. For those who haven't, read the first few pages of Dramacon and you'll understand.)
I just realized how freakin' long this post is. My badness. Esteemed imaginary followers, I apologize from the storage cabinet of my heart. (I don't say bottom because it means bum. Who wants apologies from the buttcrack of someone's heart?)
But anyway, bye.
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