Ehm...wow.
That's cool yet bizarre.
(...Okay, so I didn't go to bed right away after all. But am definitely going now.)
-Laurel
6.30.2003
Heart Zinni. She saved most of the e-mail updates I've sent her since eleventh grade, and the lot's in an e-mail account we've both got the password to. So tonight I spent a good bit of time going back to eleventh grade.
::shudders:: Is creepy now, reading about the whole Bryan thing. I remember a lot of it, but there were a lot of things I hadn't remembered about it.
Anyway, Lily's was cool. On to Bethie's and Daf's parties, w007!
Mmmm...ti-i-i-ired. Sleep now.
There'd better be Strong Bad tomorrow. They skipped out on it last week.
-Laurel
::shudders:: Is creepy now, reading about the whole Bryan thing. I remember a lot of it, but there were a lot of things I hadn't remembered about it.
Anyway, Lily's was cool. On to Bethie's and Daf's parties, w007!
Mmmm...ti-i-i-ired. Sleep now.
There'd better be Strong Bad tomorrow. They skipped out on it last week.
-Laurel
6.27.2003
6.26.2003
Hmph. It's nice to have my blog back after Blogger kept it down way longer than it said it would to impose this stupid new format on me.
...Okay, so the "preview" feature on the template board isn't so bad. That part I like. But in every other respect, they "moved my cheese", and I don't appreciate it.
::whiny noises::
Anyway, am back at work, same office as last summer, and when I'm batch-indexing, my job is horrible, and when I'm not, it's pretty okay. Today they combined Maureen's birthday and my graduation and gave us a joint party, which was cool. Got a "cake" made of one giant chocolate chip cookie--you know, the kind you can get at just about any supermarket--and a Graduation Barbie. The Barbie amused me; the cake tasted good.
Today's bummer: I'd missed the news thing that that one music organization had sued Kazaa and won, and now they're allowed to sue--and have sued--individual music downloaders. As in, you and me. College students have been targeted and sued, ended up settling for $17,000 each or something...
...my dad caught this news article before I did, which means that my lovely sojourn into the world of Kazaa is looking to be brief. He was, quote, "not pleased" that my brother and I were using it, so I think I'll take those nice blank CDs I bought at Media Play the day I saw Brian-that-Kid and get my tracks there in preparation for the clearout I imagine will come. Never mind that, as Lily points out, the chances are incredibly small that anything will happen to me...
In other news, went to the eyedoctor's today and got my eyes dilated, which made me mad-awful dizzy, all buzzy-headed and nauseated. ::rolls eyes:: I'm not having good luck with these medical drugs, am I? The eyedrops make me lightheaded, the dentist-office nitrous oxide completely strung me out...
...good thing I'm never planning on drinking; I don't think I could take it. *g*
Greetings to all my new readers, by the way: have been giving out the link to other friends so they can keep track of me. ...So any of you with your blogs, livejournals, or sites linked in my side-column, if you want them taken down for any reason--I don't imagine you'll care, but if by some chance you do, let me know and I'll take 'em down pronto.
Well, that's all for now--I've a Taco Bell dinner to get back to. Cheerio!
-Laurel
...Okay, so the "preview" feature on the template board isn't so bad. That part I like. But in every other respect, they "moved my cheese", and I don't appreciate it.
::whiny noises::
Anyway, am back at work, same office as last summer, and when I'm batch-indexing, my job is horrible, and when I'm not, it's pretty okay. Today they combined Maureen's birthday and my graduation and gave us a joint party, which was cool. Got a "cake" made of one giant chocolate chip cookie--you know, the kind you can get at just about any supermarket--and a Graduation Barbie. The Barbie amused me; the cake tasted good.
Today's bummer: I'd missed the news thing that that one music organization had sued Kazaa and won, and now they're allowed to sue--and have sued--individual music downloaders. As in, you and me. College students have been targeted and sued, ended up settling for $17,000 each or something...
...my dad caught this news article before I did, which means that my lovely sojourn into the world of Kazaa is looking to be brief. He was, quote, "not pleased" that my brother and I were using it, so I think I'll take those nice blank CDs I bought at Media Play the day I saw Brian-that-Kid and get my tracks there in preparation for the clearout I imagine will come. Never mind that, as Lily points out, the chances are incredibly small that anything will happen to me...
In other news, went to the eyedoctor's today and got my eyes dilated, which made me mad-awful dizzy, all buzzy-headed and nauseated. ::rolls eyes:: I'm not having good luck with these medical drugs, am I? The eyedrops make me lightheaded, the dentist-office nitrous oxide completely strung me out...
...good thing I'm never planning on drinking; I don't think I could take it. *g*
Greetings to all my new readers, by the way: have been giving out the link to other friends so they can keep track of me. ...So any of you with your blogs, livejournals, or sites linked in my side-column, if you want them taken down for any reason--I don't imagine you'll care, but if by some chance you do, let me know and I'll take 'em down pronto.
Well, that's all for now--I've a Taco Bell dinner to get back to. Cheerio!
-Laurel
6.23.2003
Oh, man. I am going to develop a thing for stars.
The happy quotebook thing about the stars...the Chris Rice song about them (so achingly beautiful)...the pretty birthday card about them that Daffy gave me...Envirothon-states, with the ice cream and the talking by the pond...
...and last night, in the summer breeze, lying back on Bunny's trampoline with people to watch them, talking to Melissa and Glenn, listening to Ashley sing, Melissa half-asleep for a while (using my shoulder as a makeshift pillow--*g*)...the fire burning down some distance away, the voices from the people by it blending together unless you concentrated to make them distinct...
...such a wonderful temperature, a wonderful summer smell (almost as good as a spring smell, but calming instead of kindling), me in a tank top and not even cold--no, was even warm in some places, so calm, so lovely...
...I used to wonder why people cared so much about starry nights.
-Laurel
The happy quotebook thing about the stars...the Chris Rice song about them (so achingly beautiful)...the pretty birthday card about them that Daffy gave me...Envirothon-states, with the ice cream and the talking by the pond...
...and last night, in the summer breeze, lying back on Bunny's trampoline with people to watch them, talking to Melissa and Glenn, listening to Ashley sing, Melissa half-asleep for a while (using my shoulder as a makeshift pillow--*g*)...the fire burning down some distance away, the voices from the people by it blending together unless you concentrated to make them distinct...
...such a wonderful temperature, a wonderful summer smell (almost as good as a spring smell, but calming instead of kindling), me in a tank top and not even cold--no, was even warm in some places, so calm, so lovely...
...I used to wonder why people cared so much about starry nights.
-Laurel
6.22.2003
All right, I may or may not ever post up stuff about graduation. Seriously, for me, it wasn't really that huge a thing. It's graduation, right, right, but...but I'm always numb about these things. It never really feels real to me that I've had my last chorus concert, last Leo Club meeting, etc., etc., so it's kind of forced sometimes when I try to write about it. I don't think it will hit me, not until my friends start going off to college instead of getting schedules in the mail. And by then I won't remember a lot of the night.
But I may go back in a day or two and talk about it a bit, just on the theory that I'll want next year to know what it was like.
Anyway, today's been my day to see the most random half-forgotten people: have had two meetings like that already today, and who knows, there may be more in the next few days.
The first came while we were out shopping. I chipped a contact prolly more'n a week ago, but didn't figure out I had until yesterday, so today my dad took me to the eyedoctor-people and stuff...and since it's my mom's birthday tomorrow, figured I'd go into Media Play (for the third time in nine days, sheesh!) and finally spend some of the gift card I had there by buying her a present.
Well, I walk in, and this sign says it's 25% off of all book purchases, which's cool, and one of the worker-guys hands me a slip with the same, I guess so they can take it off at the register...
...and all at once I see who the guy is: it's Brian-that-Kid. ...This is not to be confused with Bryan, as in three-year-love-affair (mostly on my side!), not-his-real-name, Earth-science-driver's-ed-and-lunch-table-Bryan. Brian-that-Kid is the Brian from bio and Course III and SFE, the one who skipped out of my grade after ninth and ended up graduating with 'Nanda and Calypso (and Bryan).
(He got his nickname back in ninth, when I tried to make some reference to him to Bethie, and gave her context as follows: "You know Brian, that...that kid?" He, of course, has no knowledge of this, as I didn't tell him: that the guys all called him Blaine was bad enough.)
Anyway, yeah, it was Brian, and he recognized me (though I looked rather like carp, dang it, 'cause my hair was being stupid and my face was kind of bad and I was in one of my baggier T-shirts), and we ended up talking for a few minutes, which was very cool. He works there, I guess, though I've never seen him there (::sudden thought:: Oh good gracious, thank goodness he wasn't there when I was all in Harry Potter stuff on Friday night!).
"I thought you were in Arizona!" I said--'cause that'd been his plan; he hated it here, he wanted someplace warm, and I guess his older brother's out there...
...but he's not, of course--something about the college tuition, you couldn't get live-in benefits unless you'd been in the state for two years, so he took the year off--"'cause anyway, I didn't really want to be in college here at sixteen..."
"I didn't know that," I said.
"Yeah, I'm not even eighteen yet...so I'm going to [SUNY] Brockport next year, did nothing all this past year, 'cept work here--I loved it."
And I guess he's in contact with someone from school, though I never asked who, 'cause he knew stuff about last night's graduation, stuff about valedictorian-Matt's speech, stuff about Philly G. getting a standing ovation, that lot...
...but yeah, we talked for a bit, I told him about Envirothon and a bit about B, 'cause he asked, and--and I was glad. I seriously think I was wondering just yesterday--and if not then, then a day or two before that--how Brian was doing in Arizona and stuff. I didn't know he'd been here all this time. It was cool to see him, if only for a bit.
Got a little of that effect at Bunny's grad party--I'm going back there later tonight, but I popped over a bit earlier--and was practically tackled by Todd, who I knew from seventh grade. He was only in sixth grade then, got into vocal ensemble 'cause he was the only bass in the middle school, I met him there. He kept coming and talking to me, and Todd--well, he's always been incredibly weird, and sometimes a little overwhelming to talk to for long spaces...so I'd go over and talk to Bunny, talk to Jessica, take minibreaks from finding things to say to Todd, y'know? 'Cause I'm not good with things like that all the time...
...but my mom was there to talk to Bunny's mom a bit, and Todd started talking to her when I'd gone over to see Holly...and they ended up talking about him moving from school to school all the time, and I guess Todd told my mom that I was nice, I was one of the only people who'd been nice to him that year...
...and come to think of it, he's right. I remember once in seventh grade when two of the other girls in ensemble came up to me and asked me if I wanted them to ask Todd out for me. When I replied that I didn't like him, they didn't believe me--"Why else would you talk to him?" ...That's how it was; the guys thought he was stupid, the girls thought he was weird, lots of people didn't like him 'cause they didn't think it was fair that he could be in ensemble two years in a row...I feel bad, 'cause after that one incident I really was kind of careful about talking to him, I wouldn't go up to him on my own, I'd wait for him to come up to me...
We thought--we all thought--he was too oblivious to really know how rejected he was, 'cause he was always talking to everybody, unabashedly doing the same thing as ever no matter what the outcome, but it turns out he did...and now I'm really glad I kept talking, 'specially knowing other guys, hearing their stories--which were a lot like that, a lot of feeling rejected and trying to shove it back--Calypso in junior high, Aubrey, maybe Jayj a little...I'm sure lots of guys took it well enough, lots of people did...but egos were so fragile back then, like glass vases or something, and so often we all did, intentionally or unintentionally, the verbal equivalent of throwing those vases against a wall...my friends remember so much better than I how much I got tortured in sixth grade, seventh grade...my mom remembers so much better...when I fell in with Daf and Zinni and 'Nanda, so much of that must have melted away, because I'd kind of forgotten how awful middle school was, junior high was so much the better by comparison...but even there, there was Spanish, there were Mike and Annie, who got after Bryan and me in Earth science...there were all the people who got after Brian-that-Kid...there were the kids who looked at us funny 'cause of pole...kids who still look funny at Josh J., who I just love, 'cause of much of the same...
It's over now--I'm half an hour late to Megan's grad party, typing this, though I never said when I'd come--but...
...but there's a lot there, now I wish I could do some things again, there really are a few things I'd try differently...and that's not a feeling I'm used to, I'm usually so happy with where whatever happens to me ends up bringing me...
...but I guess I did as well as I could. I was nice then to Todd, and to Aubrey, and to Bryan, and to Brian...and later to Calypso, who wasn't a reject per se, but whom I really did kind of screw it up with as far as school goes...
It was Adam's death that reminded me of why I talk to people when they're weird--I still fear, even now, being looked at like I did in seventh grade--why would you talk to him unless you like him?--I didn't realize before that I've never managed to fully shake that day.
...I don't think that ends in college. I guess I've got to keep my eyes open. ::sighs:: And the rest of me, too.
-Laurel
But I may go back in a day or two and talk about it a bit, just on the theory that I'll want next year to know what it was like.
Anyway, today's been my day to see the most random half-forgotten people: have had two meetings like that already today, and who knows, there may be more in the next few days.
The first came while we were out shopping. I chipped a contact prolly more'n a week ago, but didn't figure out I had until yesterday, so today my dad took me to the eyedoctor-people and stuff...and since it's my mom's birthday tomorrow, figured I'd go into Media Play (for the third time in nine days, sheesh!) and finally spend some of the gift card I had there by buying her a present.
Well, I walk in, and this sign says it's 25% off of all book purchases, which's cool, and one of the worker-guys hands me a slip with the same, I guess so they can take it off at the register...
...and all at once I see who the guy is: it's Brian-that-Kid. ...This is not to be confused with Bryan, as in three-year-love-affair (mostly on my side!), not-his-real-name, Earth-science-driver's-ed-and-lunch-table-Bryan. Brian-that-Kid is the Brian from bio and Course III and SFE, the one who skipped out of my grade after ninth and ended up graduating with 'Nanda and Calypso (and Bryan).
(He got his nickname back in ninth, when I tried to make some reference to him to Bethie, and gave her context as follows: "You know Brian, that...that kid?" He, of course, has no knowledge of this, as I didn't tell him: that the guys all called him Blaine was bad enough.)
Anyway, yeah, it was Brian, and he recognized me (though I looked rather like carp, dang it, 'cause my hair was being stupid and my face was kind of bad and I was in one of my baggier T-shirts), and we ended up talking for a few minutes, which was very cool. He works there, I guess, though I've never seen him there (::sudden thought:: Oh good gracious, thank goodness he wasn't there when I was all in Harry Potter stuff on Friday night!).
"I thought you were in Arizona!" I said--'cause that'd been his plan; he hated it here, he wanted someplace warm, and I guess his older brother's out there...
...but he's not, of course--something about the college tuition, you couldn't get live-in benefits unless you'd been in the state for two years, so he took the year off--"'cause anyway, I didn't really want to be in college here at sixteen..."
"I didn't know that," I said.
"Yeah, I'm not even eighteen yet...so I'm going to [SUNY] Brockport next year, did nothing all this past year, 'cept work here--I loved it."
And I guess he's in contact with someone from school, though I never asked who, 'cause he knew stuff about last night's graduation, stuff about valedictorian-Matt's speech, stuff about Philly G. getting a standing ovation, that lot...
...but yeah, we talked for a bit, I told him about Envirothon and a bit about B, 'cause he asked, and--and I was glad. I seriously think I was wondering just yesterday--and if not then, then a day or two before that--how Brian was doing in Arizona and stuff. I didn't know he'd been here all this time. It was cool to see him, if only for a bit.
Got a little of that effect at Bunny's grad party--I'm going back there later tonight, but I popped over a bit earlier--and was practically tackled by Todd, who I knew from seventh grade. He was only in sixth grade then, got into vocal ensemble 'cause he was the only bass in the middle school, I met him there. He kept coming and talking to me, and Todd--well, he's always been incredibly weird, and sometimes a little overwhelming to talk to for long spaces...so I'd go over and talk to Bunny, talk to Jessica, take minibreaks from finding things to say to Todd, y'know? 'Cause I'm not good with things like that all the time...
...but my mom was there to talk to Bunny's mom a bit, and Todd started talking to her when I'd gone over to see Holly...and they ended up talking about him moving from school to school all the time, and I guess Todd told my mom that I was nice, I was one of the only people who'd been nice to him that year...
...and come to think of it, he's right. I remember once in seventh grade when two of the other girls in ensemble came up to me and asked me if I wanted them to ask Todd out for me. When I replied that I didn't like him, they didn't believe me--"Why else would you talk to him?" ...That's how it was; the guys thought he was stupid, the girls thought he was weird, lots of people didn't like him 'cause they didn't think it was fair that he could be in ensemble two years in a row...I feel bad, 'cause after that one incident I really was kind of careful about talking to him, I wouldn't go up to him on my own, I'd wait for him to come up to me...
We thought--we all thought--he was too oblivious to really know how rejected he was, 'cause he was always talking to everybody, unabashedly doing the same thing as ever no matter what the outcome, but it turns out he did...and now I'm really glad I kept talking, 'specially knowing other guys, hearing their stories--which were a lot like that, a lot of feeling rejected and trying to shove it back--Calypso in junior high, Aubrey, maybe Jayj a little...I'm sure lots of guys took it well enough, lots of people did...but egos were so fragile back then, like glass vases or something, and so often we all did, intentionally or unintentionally, the verbal equivalent of throwing those vases against a wall...my friends remember so much better than I how much I got tortured in sixth grade, seventh grade...my mom remembers so much better...when I fell in with Daf and Zinni and 'Nanda, so much of that must have melted away, because I'd kind of forgotten how awful middle school was, junior high was so much the better by comparison...but even there, there was Spanish, there were Mike and Annie, who got after Bryan and me in Earth science...there were all the people who got after Brian-that-Kid...there were the kids who looked at us funny 'cause of pole...kids who still look funny at Josh J., who I just love, 'cause of much of the same...
It's over now--I'm half an hour late to Megan's grad party, typing this, though I never said when I'd come--but...
...but there's a lot there, now I wish I could do some things again, there really are a few things I'd try differently...and that's not a feeling I'm used to, I'm usually so happy with where whatever happens to me ends up bringing me...
...but I guess I did as well as I could. I was nice then to Todd, and to Aubrey, and to Bryan, and to Brian...and later to Calypso, who wasn't a reject per se, but whom I really did kind of screw it up with as far as school goes...
It was Adam's death that reminded me of why I talk to people when they're weird--I still fear, even now, being looked at like I did in seventh grade--why would you talk to him unless you like him?--I didn't realize before that I've never managed to fully shake that day.
...I don't think that ends in college. I guess I've got to keep my eyes open. ::sighs:: And the rest of me, too.
-Laurel
6.21.2003
And now to cop off one of 'Nanda's sayings: I aaaaaaam a dork woooooo!
Lily and my brother and I dressed up to go to the Harry Potter party at Media Play.
'Cept we were misinformed: there wasn't a party.
There were, however, multiple people there from school.
Who, since they possess a rudimentary amount of sense, did not appear as McGonagall, Harry, and Hermione (respectively).
::looks annoyed:: Well, last year Media Play had a party. How were we to know?
Anyway, I've got the book, all 876-or-whatever wonderful pages of it, and am only on page 4 or something, so have pretty much the entire text to savor...
...and, since my brother leaves tomorrow (with his own copy) to stay at my aunt's house for a week, no sibling to disturb me while I do so.
::sigh of mild satisfaction::
-Laurel
Lily and my brother and I dressed up to go to the Harry Potter party at Media Play.
'Cept we were misinformed: there wasn't a party.
There were, however, multiple people there from school.
Who, since they possess a rudimentary amount of sense, did not appear as McGonagall, Harry, and Hermione (respectively).
::looks annoyed:: Well, last year Media Play had a party. How were we to know?
Anyway, I've got the book, all 876-or-whatever wonderful pages of it, and am only on page 4 or something, so have pretty much the entire text to savor...
...and, since my brother leaves tomorrow (with his own copy) to stay at my aunt's house for a week, no sibling to disturb me while I do so.
::sigh of mild satisfaction::
-Laurel
6.20.2003
If I titled these entries, I'd cop off of one of merani-chan's and title my whole past week "REM crappage".
Crud, I almost never get nightmares, like maybe one every several months, and that's all my past week has been, nightmares about school, steadily worsening, just about every single night, multiple ones in a night. Okay, so all the ones about completing all these weird assignments before I can graduate, those were unnerving, but not so bad. But, gracious, all of us taking shelter from a hurricane and 'Nanda and me getting trapped outside in it 'cause I had to save my English project so I could turn it in?
...And Emily G. and me barely managing to save a guy in my grade from committing suicide on a school field trip, which was one of last night's? Crud, I still remember it, there was this plant, this big flower or something, all he had to do to die instantly was breathe it in, and I saw him grab it, bring it to his face--just before it got there, Emily's arm flashed out, hit it away (I guess it only killed one if directly inhaled, like he was trying to do, 'cause it wasn't dangerous for us to be around it), but he'd already fallen back, I caught him, but I couldn't tell if the scent had made it to his brain...
...so I was carrying him up these stairs, him limp in my arms, I was talking, asking him if he was still with us (or whatever-and-ever I said), the moments of waiting before I saw his lips move and he said he was alive, I remember grabbing tighter, I think trying to console him, tell him it was going to be all right...this guy I saw every single day at school, it's so random, he's not the kind of kid who would, of course, but dreams? Have a funny way of ignoring what's normal.
::shakes head, eyes squeezed shut::
We talked about dream theories in AP psych, reasons why we dream. I never thought much of the idea that it's your brain getting rid of crap you don't need anymore--until this past week. Now I'm thinking there's some merit to it, because school never gave me this much trouble while I was in it. I mean, seriously, I'm uneasy about going to sleep--like I said, they get worse all the time.
But I graduate tomorrow. Maybe after that my addled brain will be able to break in in the middle, like I managed to briefly in the hurricane one, to say that it isn't real, I'm already done with school, grades are in...
...all I need is the diploma. Maybe then this'll end.
-Laurel
Crud, I almost never get nightmares, like maybe one every several months, and that's all my past week has been, nightmares about school, steadily worsening, just about every single night, multiple ones in a night. Okay, so all the ones about completing all these weird assignments before I can graduate, those were unnerving, but not so bad. But, gracious, all of us taking shelter from a hurricane and 'Nanda and me getting trapped outside in it 'cause I had to save my English project so I could turn it in?
...And Emily G. and me barely managing to save a guy in my grade from committing suicide on a school field trip, which was one of last night's? Crud, I still remember it, there was this plant, this big flower or something, all he had to do to die instantly was breathe it in, and I saw him grab it, bring it to his face--just before it got there, Emily's arm flashed out, hit it away (I guess it only killed one if directly inhaled, like he was trying to do, 'cause it wasn't dangerous for us to be around it), but he'd already fallen back, I caught him, but I couldn't tell if the scent had made it to his brain...
...so I was carrying him up these stairs, him limp in my arms, I was talking, asking him if he was still with us (or whatever-and-ever I said), the moments of waiting before I saw his lips move and he said he was alive, I remember grabbing tighter, I think trying to console him, tell him it was going to be all right...this guy I saw every single day at school, it's so random, he's not the kind of kid who would, of course, but dreams? Have a funny way of ignoring what's normal.
::shakes head, eyes squeezed shut::
We talked about dream theories in AP psych, reasons why we dream. I never thought much of the idea that it's your brain getting rid of crap you don't need anymore--until this past week. Now I'm thinking there's some merit to it, because school never gave me this much trouble while I was in it. I mean, seriously, I'm uneasy about going to sleep--like I said, they get worse all the time.
But I graduate tomorrow. Maybe after that my addled brain will be able to break in in the middle, like I managed to briefly in the hurricane one, to say that it isn't real, I'm already done with school, grades are in...
...all I need is the diploma. Maybe then this'll end.
-Laurel
Mm, had a nice day. Checked out a new coffee shop, about equidistant to me from the other one, just that this'n's in the other direction. ...Well, maybe a little farther, in the sense of seven minutes away instead of five. But still. ...Not as good as the other one, but that's 'cause they're new and their menu can't match up yet.
...But I did like the chocolate-filled croissant.
Mm, enjoying, via KaZaA, John Coltrane's "Naima" and Peggy Lee's "Fever", two songs I heard last night as part of the MusicWorks recital at school. Hurrah for Nicole especially, who kicked major butt with "Fever". And cheers to Daffy, who played "Naima" unaccompanied, and on a reed she'd never used before. I know little about the tenor-sax world, but I don't imagine that's the simplest of feats, so I think it deserves a bit of applause.
Hm, thought I'd get to bed before 1 tonight, but apparently that's not happening. Nor is it happening tomorrow night: am going to Media Play, hopefully with Lily, to get the new Harry Potter book. w007! (I think that's the first time I've ever used that term here--I've never been incredibly into l337, but I've already used "hurrah!", tonight, so-o...*g*)
Graduation party on Saturday. Hm-m, tomorrow is definitely room-cleaning day.
-Laurel
...But I did like the chocolate-filled croissant.
Mm, enjoying, via KaZaA, John Coltrane's "Naima" and Peggy Lee's "Fever", two songs I heard last night as part of the MusicWorks recital at school. Hurrah for Nicole especially, who kicked major butt with "Fever". And cheers to Daffy, who played "Naima" unaccompanied, and on a reed she'd never used before. I know little about the tenor-sax world, but I don't imagine that's the simplest of feats, so I think it deserves a bit of applause.
Hm, thought I'd get to bed before 1 tonight, but apparently that's not happening. Nor is it happening tomorrow night: am going to Media Play, hopefully with Lily, to get the new Harry Potter book. w007! (I think that's the first time I've ever used that term here--I've never been incredibly into l337, but I've already used "hurrah!", tonight, so-o...*g*)
Graduation party on Saturday. Hm-m, tomorrow is definitely room-cleaning day.
-Laurel
6.18.2003
::laughs:: Oh, and for those of you who've played the copter game I linked to a few entries down...
...go to Dave Barry's blog and scroll down to where it says "International Economic Update". ...It's just so apt. That's such an addicting game!
Think will go to bed now. ...Hm, apparently my habit, which began last summer, of taking "I" out of the beginnings of half my sentences and just keeping the conjugated verb, survived all year. ...That's rather bad, isn't it? Oh, well, I kinda like it by now.
...Mm, and my run-on sentences have gotten particularly bad, too. Ah, well, 'least I don't do it in stuff for school.
-Laurel
...go to Dave Barry's blog and scroll down to where it says "International Economic Update". ...It's just so apt. That's such an addicting game!
Think will go to bed now. ...Hm, apparently my habit, which began last summer, of taking "I" out of the beginnings of half my sentences and just keeping the conjugated verb, survived all year. ...That's rather bad, isn't it? Oh, well, I kinda like it by now.
...Mm, and my run-on sentences have gotten particularly bad, too. Ah, well, 'least I don't do it in stuff for school.
-Laurel
6.16.2003
Hurrah!
Which Homestar Runner character are you?
this quiz was made by jurjyfrort
::laughs:: This doesn't go along well with all the other quizzes' descriptions of me! I have no idea how I got The Cheat, since most of my answers didn't seem very The-Cheat-like to me, but hey, I'll take it. Though I looked at the coding for the quiz, and I have to say, I think I was closer to Pompom or Marzipan in the end. ::shrugs::
Had to host said pic off of an Angelfire account I've got joint-membership on, though, 'cause Blogger won't display any images hosted on Geocities. ...And the two sites used to get along so well, too, back in the summer before eleventh grade! ...A pity.
So yeah, went and got some graduation presents, so half my friends were off by the time I got back, but wasn't bad. And got some jeans, which was much easier than usual, but Wal-Mart is still an evil-sweatshop-mongering-empire-of-greed, 'kay? Petition them to release the locations of their sweatshops, people. I did back in tenth grade. Got about as far as everybody else (read: nowhere), not even a letter back, but hey, keep the pressure on, right?
Ehm, right. *g*
Back to Kazaa. Oh, and should update my descriptions of everybody at some point, now that school is over and some of them have changed...
-Laurel
Which Homestar Runner character are you?
this quiz was made by jurjyfrort
::laughs:: This doesn't go along well with all the other quizzes' descriptions of me! I have no idea how I got The Cheat, since most of my answers didn't seem very The-Cheat-like to me, but hey, I'll take it. Though I looked at the coding for the quiz, and I have to say, I think I was closer to Pompom or Marzipan in the end. ::shrugs::
Had to host said pic off of an Angelfire account I've got joint-membership on, though, 'cause Blogger won't display any images hosted on Geocities. ...And the two sites used to get along so well, too, back in the summer before eleventh grade! ...A pity.
So yeah, went and got some graduation presents, so half my friends were off by the time I got back, but wasn't bad. And got some jeans, which was much easier than usual, but Wal-Mart is still an evil-sweatshop-mongering-empire-of-greed, 'kay? Petition them to release the locations of their sweatshops, people. I did back in tenth grade. Got about as far as everybody else (read: nowhere), not even a letter back, but hey, keep the pressure on, right?
Ehm, right. *g*
Back to Kazaa. Oh, and should update my descriptions of everybody at some point, now that school is over and some of them have changed...
-Laurel
I take it back.
Made the mistake of checking Dave Barry's blog before I got off, and found the link to the thoroughly-wonderful Copter game, which I proceeded to spend half an hour on, using my Kazaa music as background.
My highest is 1216 feet, to the tune of TMBG's "Boss of Me". You can probably do better than that with practice.
Really am going to sleep now.
-Laurel
Made the mistake of checking Dave Barry's blog before I got off, and found the link to the thoroughly-wonderful Copter game, which I proceeded to spend half an hour on, using my Kazaa music as background.
My highest is 1216 feet, to the tune of TMBG's "Boss of Me". You can probably do better than that with practice.
Really am going to sleep now.
-Laurel
::bursts out laughing::
"Every now and then, you stumble across a story that is so wonderful you say to yourself: 'If this story were made into a movie, Roger Ebert would deliberately expose himself to mutating radiation so he could grow additional thumbs and point them up.' ''
...Vive Dave Barry.
And vive the new Strong Bad entry.
Yeah, it's definitely time for a nap. Back later tonight, though whether this will involve another entry is up in the air.
-Laurel
"Every now and then, you stumble across a story that is so wonderful you say to yourself: 'If this story were made into a movie, Roger Ebert would deliberately expose himself to mutating radiation so he could grow additional thumbs and point them up.' ''
...Vive Dave Barry.
And vive the new Strong Bad entry.
Yeah, it's definitely time for a nap. Back later tonight, though whether this will involve another entry is up in the air.
-Laurel
Bwa-ha-ha...
...how did I freak out Ananda with my findings on KaZaA? *g*
Well, it definitely had something to do with the Five Iron Frenzy song "The Phantom Mullet" (song is great!)...also, prolly, the punk cover of the theme to "Fraggle Rock" (which, to my credit, I did not download...)...
[Ananda, over AIM]: dude! no!
[Ananda]: [Laur] + Kazaa = BADIDEA
Hee-hee-hee...
-Laurel
...how did I freak out Ananda with my findings on KaZaA? *g*
Well, it definitely had something to do with the Five Iron Frenzy song "The Phantom Mullet" (song is great!)...also, prolly, the punk cover of the theme to "Fraggle Rock" (which, to my credit, I did not download...)...
[Ananda, over AIM]: dude! no!
[Ananda]: [Laur] + Kazaa = BADIDEA
Hee-hee-hee...
-Laurel
6.15.2003
Had a nice weekend, though friendless. ...My dad was in Canada, so I was banned off the movie-night-that-didn't-end-up-happening (and if you're wondering why the first should lead to the second, you're not the only one--okay, so I guess I get it, but still...). Instead my mom and brother and I went out to dinner and to Media Play (bought The Giver--::loving motion, hands clasped to chest::--'cause it was on sale and I've loved it since we read it in the seventh grade). And yesterday morning the three of us went to the public market downtown, surveyed all the fresh produce and fish (whole, complete with eyes!) and ethnic food there, bought some honey and some hot sauce and some barbecue sauce and some flan and some Spanish bread--definitely did not buy the wasabi peanuts, though thanks to eleventh grade's Ocean Bowl trip, the concept of said peanuts amused me greatly (though for us the joke is "hot chinese mustard"...).
Thanks to Nate, got Kazaa Lite, and am in the process of redownloading my original files, as I despair of ever getting them back from my brother, who has probably deleted them all by now (longish story)...
...today was church-stuff--watched the four-year-olds for a bit, had last Sunday school, we seniors got presents during service--and lots of reading and playing The Sims (dang, I'd forgotten how addicting that game can be...).
Tomorrow is grad rehearsal, so I have to ride the bus into school, it turns out, so maybe I'll end up casting one last glance at Bryan's house on the way. ::snorts derisively at self::
Oh, and I have a week more before working than I thought I did, hurrah!
-Laurel
Thanks to Nate, got Kazaa Lite, and am in the process of redownloading my original files, as I despair of ever getting them back from my brother, who has probably deleted them all by now (longish story)...
...today was church-stuff--watched the four-year-olds for a bit, had last Sunday school, we seniors got presents during service--and lots of reading and playing The Sims (dang, I'd forgotten how addicting that game can be...).
Tomorrow is grad rehearsal, so I have to ride the bus into school, it turns out, so maybe I'll end up casting one last glance at Bryan's house on the way. ::snorts derisively at self::
Oh, and I have a week more before working than I thought I did, hurrah!
-Laurel
6.14.2003
6.13.2003
Today (well, yesterday, by now) was my last day of school. Had a nice one, though it doesn't seem anywhere near real.
Barely made the bus, which's no surprise...hair half-wet still, only a canned milkshake for breakfast...so yeah, typical morning as of late. Listened to U2's "October" on the way, sort of as a symbolic thing, 'cause I think that's what I was listening to around the first day last year, though I don't remember anymore, and for all I know, it could've been Newsboys, which I also had with me.
Preserved the four-year-running tradition of staring out the bus window at Bryan's house as we passed by, though back then I used to try to see him getting on the bus, whereas now I just end up wondering whether he's still asleep (mental estimate: yes). Thought to myself that I'd never do that from a school bus again, but to think about that didn't feel like anything.
Nothing really felt like it for most of the day.
First block I got out of PIG, went to B's room. Aneya, Daf, and I hung about for a bit--I fed the gerbils a bit for the first time, and, semi-compulsively, streaked my hands up in testing a bit of B's soil (the only kind left that wasn't rock-hard; I think it was sandy loam, but I've only ever been right once of all the times I've tried, so...)--then went for a walk along the nature trail. That was really pretty cool. I'm not, you know, so much of a nature person, but I was in the right mood for it today, and didn't get mauled by bugs or infected with poison ivy, so a little mud along the cuffs of my light blue jeans (and a lot along my sneakers) wasn't too high a price to pay by any means. Picked a daisy and stuck it in my headbanded hair, half on the theory that, considering my lack of blow-drying time, my hair couldn't look that much freakier anyway.
Went along the trail, avoiding the wildlife class to be by ourselves...went here and there, on logs and through mud, following deer tracks and looking for things...was very peaceful and nice. Came back a bit of a different way than how we'd come, wading through the desolation that was the construction crew tearing up the entrance field (which isn't our school's, but the property of a farmer nearby, who isn't so friendly about AP environmental and wildlife ecology kids and SFE members going through it, and who I think intends now to build something on it), looking at the deer tracks and people tracks and heavy-machinery tracks on the exposed soil...terrible for the soil, that, and I wish I knew soil even better so I could say more about stuff like that.
After that was gym, 'cept Erik and I didn't stay, we got passes to B's room, 'cause we weren't doing anything else, so back to B's room I went, helped B out with typing up his wildlife class's PowerPoint (not the class we were avoiding this morning; that's Mr. S's), 'cause his hand's still in a cast, and Erik gave me a fifteen-minute earache by letting off B's airhorn right next to it (unintentionally, or so the claim goes!), and the three of us ate B's American-cheese Goldfish crackers (not as good as the cheddar variety, but much better than actual American cheese) and hung around. I updated my quotebook, we glance-watched part of The Fox and the Hound, which B had playing, and then Kathy came in, and we talked to her, and then Aneya came in, and we talked to her.
After that was study hall--Aneya came to mine, so she and Tricia and Jord and Ashleigh and I played Pictionary for a while up on the board. Had last school lunch ever (sloppy joe, which was better than the hamburger would've been, but still...average school food, neither hideous nor delectable). Also talked to Erik's friend Ian...he's really quiet, though I don't know well if he's shy. He always sits by himself, or at least doesn't seem to talk to anybody, so Aneya and I (who were sitting by ourselves, 'cause Lisa left for somewhere and Jessie didn't show), after exchanging numerous shy glances at each other and talking it over a bit, went over and invited him to sit with us.
Which he did, and it was a little on the odd side, 'cause he didn't say much, mostly he listened to us, and it seemed strange to talk to him, 'cause we don't know much about him, and ended up asking mostly basic questions (summer plans, siblings--lack thereof, in his case--and pets, etc.). Heard more out of him, though, in the ten minutes he was with us than I've ever heard for the apparently-two years he's been in our school. ('Course, unlike Aneya, I haven't a class with him, so...) Was surprised to find he had braces, and then I realized that I'd never seen him smile, not even for his senior picture.
Before that, had gotten a bit of a goodbye from Jord...yes, Aneya, I do realize I was an idiot to tease him about being so thin, but you didn't hug him, he is, and I had to make some random comment, 'cause it was just one of those things. I don't know.
Was so barren in lunch, though, so many people gone...and every time we got to the end of a class, I kept looking around, knowing that I was going to start getting the "Empty Chairs at Empty Tables" vibe going (Phantom faces at the window/Phantom shadows on the floor/Empty chairs at empty tables/Where my friends will meet no more), like I do anytime I see a classroom I've been in that's not mine anymore.
Went back to study hall for more Pictionary and randomness (trying to illustrate the concept of "ancient" threw Aneya for a loop; I got rather mischievous when I landed on the page containing "nosebleed"...*g*)...
...then to psych, where we presented our PowerPoints for a bit (casual thing, 'cause we weren't being graded for them...)--including another rather PG-13 one, like yesterday in Spanish, though not by the same people!--then hung about for a while. Read Scott's PIG project, actually, about his helping out the girls' swim team. That was cool--Scott got voted class spaz, but he's definitely got an insightful side, and it's one I haven't seen a lot of over the years, 'cause I haven't known him well enough.
Got to about 1:57 or so, and I realized that--oh, crud!--I'd left my gym clothes in my gym locker, and if I ever wanted to see them again (and I did: I had my Jars of Clay and Envirothon shirts in there!), I'd have to get them at the bell...
...except that--oh, crud!--I was supposed to meet my friends in B's room to walk to the bus, which is decidedly not proximal to the gym...
...but there was no help for it, so at the bell I bolted, or as close as you can get to bolting when the halls are swamped, to the gym. On the way I found Jayj, who was going the other way, but who immediately turned tail and followed me, explaining that he was "desperate for conversation", which is a very Jayj remark to make. So I explained what I was doing, and he followed along. I found the locker room shut and locked, and had just turned around when Mrs. T, one of the gym teachers, opened it, so she unlocked stuff for me, Jayj stayed out and got a drink, and I worked my lock as fast as I could. Threw all my stuff, plus said lock (it's mine) into a plastic bag I'd brought, knotted it shut, grabbed it, and Jayj and I ran down the hall (as in ran, though not like a full sprint).
Passed Bethie and Nate on the way, waved to them and stuff, went down the short hall where I'd seen Jayj in the first place--it was about 2:05, I figured everyone'd be wondering where I was, if they hadn't given up on me--found Erik nearby, tapped him. He'd been in B's room and no one had come. I started to go down there, looking for Daf and Aneya, but he told me to come back, there wasn't time and there was nobody there, so I cast a last squint down the hall to see if anyone was left, then followed Erik and Jayj. We walked out, Erik went the other way to his bus, Jayj and I kept going...
...and cocked our heads at the song that suddenly came over the school speakers, echoing through the outside. "What's that?" we asked each other at about the same time.
Then the noise died down just enough for me to recognize it. "It's the Hallelujah Chorus," I said, amused.
We kept on for a bit, then Jayj went to his bus and I kept on to mine. Got on, sat in the front, talked with Sara and Matt across from me for a bit...fell into reverie for most of the ride home.
Our bus driver was a sub, so we got dropped off differently than usual and didn't have to cross the road. My brother opened the mailbox--then closed it and kept walking. Opened it myself to grab the mail--and also found a Lemon Head, which my brother had left me as a mini-present. "Hey, that's cool, I didn't get any candy from anyone today--usually we do!" I said.
"Well, now you have," my brother replied. (He can be pretty nice sometimes, as I've pointed out before.)
So I went inside, read Sports Illustrated, had a bit of a snack, relaxed, eventually slept for, like, hours.
And am about to do the same again, as it's nearing 2:30. ...I can wake up tomorrow when I want, do what I want--no homework, no finals, no summer projects...
...but no classes with my friends ever again; it's up to us to throw ourselves together now, which we already do, but now it'll be only that. Sure, it'll give us more to talk about online, but...
...but I don't want it to be any different. I know, I know I didn't before, and if last year had been permanent, I wouldn't have gotten Erik and Calypso and Jord and Jayj at all, none of the play, no MasterMinds. I wouldn't have it any different now...
...but the thing is, I don't want my friendships to be any different, but I know there's no way to keep them all the same--they're going to be different whether I want that or not. I want to prove that it won't be as drastic as it looks, as everyone says it'll be, but...but how can I? ...There've been a lot of things in high school that I tried to prove that didn't end up that way. How do I keep this from being the same?
I'll be back for SFE things, the plays, things like that--I say now that I'd jump hurdles for them, I'd drive down and back in one night if I had to, I'd be there in a second if someone wanted me there, and nail the homework or explanations or anything like it...but I know that won't be as literal as I want it to be.
But there's no point in thinking too much about that right now. Right now, I'm being kicked off the internet 'cause I still live in my house and have to abide by these things (one of the few things about home I won't miss, though it's not a major point of contention!), so I have to go. More later, of course.
-Laurel
Barely made the bus, which's no surprise...hair half-wet still, only a canned milkshake for breakfast...so yeah, typical morning as of late. Listened to U2's "October" on the way, sort of as a symbolic thing, 'cause I think that's what I was listening to around the first day last year, though I don't remember anymore, and for all I know, it could've been Newsboys, which I also had with me.
Preserved the four-year-running tradition of staring out the bus window at Bryan's house as we passed by, though back then I used to try to see him getting on the bus, whereas now I just end up wondering whether he's still asleep (mental estimate: yes). Thought to myself that I'd never do that from a school bus again, but to think about that didn't feel like anything.
Nothing really felt like it for most of the day.
First block I got out of PIG, went to B's room. Aneya, Daf, and I hung about for a bit--I fed the gerbils a bit for the first time, and, semi-compulsively, streaked my hands up in testing a bit of B's soil (the only kind left that wasn't rock-hard; I think it was sandy loam, but I've only ever been right once of all the times I've tried, so...)--then went for a walk along the nature trail. That was really pretty cool. I'm not, you know, so much of a nature person, but I was in the right mood for it today, and didn't get mauled by bugs or infected with poison ivy, so a little mud along the cuffs of my light blue jeans (and a lot along my sneakers) wasn't too high a price to pay by any means. Picked a daisy and stuck it in my headbanded hair, half on the theory that, considering my lack of blow-drying time, my hair couldn't look that much freakier anyway.
Went along the trail, avoiding the wildlife class to be by ourselves...went here and there, on logs and through mud, following deer tracks and looking for things...was very peaceful and nice. Came back a bit of a different way than how we'd come, wading through the desolation that was the construction crew tearing up the entrance field (which isn't our school's, but the property of a farmer nearby, who isn't so friendly about AP environmental and wildlife ecology kids and SFE members going through it, and who I think intends now to build something on it), looking at the deer tracks and people tracks and heavy-machinery tracks on the exposed soil...terrible for the soil, that, and I wish I knew soil even better so I could say more about stuff like that.
After that was gym, 'cept Erik and I didn't stay, we got passes to B's room, 'cause we weren't doing anything else, so back to B's room I went, helped B out with typing up his wildlife class's PowerPoint (not the class we were avoiding this morning; that's Mr. S's), 'cause his hand's still in a cast, and Erik gave me a fifteen-minute earache by letting off B's airhorn right next to it (unintentionally, or so the claim goes!), and the three of us ate B's American-cheese Goldfish crackers (not as good as the cheddar variety, but much better than actual American cheese) and hung around. I updated my quotebook, we glance-watched part of The Fox and the Hound, which B had playing, and then Kathy came in, and we talked to her, and then Aneya came in, and we talked to her.
After that was study hall--Aneya came to mine, so she and Tricia and Jord and Ashleigh and I played Pictionary for a while up on the board. Had last school lunch ever (sloppy joe, which was better than the hamburger would've been, but still...average school food, neither hideous nor delectable). Also talked to Erik's friend Ian...he's really quiet, though I don't know well if he's shy. He always sits by himself, or at least doesn't seem to talk to anybody, so Aneya and I (who were sitting by ourselves, 'cause Lisa left for somewhere and Jessie didn't show), after exchanging numerous shy glances at each other and talking it over a bit, went over and invited him to sit with us.
Which he did, and it was a little on the odd side, 'cause he didn't say much, mostly he listened to us, and it seemed strange to talk to him, 'cause we don't know much about him, and ended up asking mostly basic questions (summer plans, siblings--lack thereof, in his case--and pets, etc.). Heard more out of him, though, in the ten minutes he was with us than I've ever heard for the apparently-two years he's been in our school. ('Course, unlike Aneya, I haven't a class with him, so...) Was surprised to find he had braces, and then I realized that I'd never seen him smile, not even for his senior picture.
Before that, had gotten a bit of a goodbye from Jord...yes, Aneya, I do realize I was an idiot to tease him about being so thin, but you didn't hug him, he is, and I had to make some random comment, 'cause it was just one of those things. I don't know.
Was so barren in lunch, though, so many people gone...and every time we got to the end of a class, I kept looking around, knowing that I was going to start getting the "Empty Chairs at Empty Tables" vibe going (Phantom faces at the window/Phantom shadows on the floor/Empty chairs at empty tables/Where my friends will meet no more), like I do anytime I see a classroom I've been in that's not mine anymore.
Went back to study hall for more Pictionary and randomness (trying to illustrate the concept of "ancient" threw Aneya for a loop; I got rather mischievous when I landed on the page containing "nosebleed"...*g*)...
...then to psych, where we presented our PowerPoints for a bit (casual thing, 'cause we weren't being graded for them...)--including another rather PG-13 one, like yesterday in Spanish, though not by the same people!--then hung about for a while. Read Scott's PIG project, actually, about his helping out the girls' swim team. That was cool--Scott got voted class spaz, but he's definitely got an insightful side, and it's one I haven't seen a lot of over the years, 'cause I haven't known him well enough.
Got to about 1:57 or so, and I realized that--oh, crud!--I'd left my gym clothes in my gym locker, and if I ever wanted to see them again (and I did: I had my Jars of Clay and Envirothon shirts in there!), I'd have to get them at the bell...
...except that--oh, crud!--I was supposed to meet my friends in B's room to walk to the bus, which is decidedly not proximal to the gym...
...but there was no help for it, so at the bell I bolted, or as close as you can get to bolting when the halls are swamped, to the gym. On the way I found Jayj, who was going the other way, but who immediately turned tail and followed me, explaining that he was "desperate for conversation", which is a very Jayj remark to make. So I explained what I was doing, and he followed along. I found the locker room shut and locked, and had just turned around when Mrs. T, one of the gym teachers, opened it, so she unlocked stuff for me, Jayj stayed out and got a drink, and I worked my lock as fast as I could. Threw all my stuff, plus said lock (it's mine) into a plastic bag I'd brought, knotted it shut, grabbed it, and Jayj and I ran down the hall (as in ran, though not like a full sprint).
Passed Bethie and Nate on the way, waved to them and stuff, went down the short hall where I'd seen Jayj in the first place--it was about 2:05, I figured everyone'd be wondering where I was, if they hadn't given up on me--found Erik nearby, tapped him. He'd been in B's room and no one had come. I started to go down there, looking for Daf and Aneya, but he told me to come back, there wasn't time and there was nobody there, so I cast a last squint down the hall to see if anyone was left, then followed Erik and Jayj. We walked out, Erik went the other way to his bus, Jayj and I kept going...
...and cocked our heads at the song that suddenly came over the school speakers, echoing through the outside. "What's that?" we asked each other at about the same time.
Then the noise died down just enough for me to recognize it. "It's the Hallelujah Chorus," I said, amused.
We kept on for a bit, then Jayj went to his bus and I kept on to mine. Got on, sat in the front, talked with Sara and Matt across from me for a bit...fell into reverie for most of the ride home.
Our bus driver was a sub, so we got dropped off differently than usual and didn't have to cross the road. My brother opened the mailbox--then closed it and kept walking. Opened it myself to grab the mail--and also found a Lemon Head, which my brother had left me as a mini-present. "Hey, that's cool, I didn't get any candy from anyone today--usually we do!" I said.
"Well, now you have," my brother replied. (He can be pretty nice sometimes, as I've pointed out before.)
So I went inside, read Sports Illustrated, had a bit of a snack, relaxed, eventually slept for, like, hours.
And am about to do the same again, as it's nearing 2:30. ...I can wake up tomorrow when I want, do what I want--no homework, no finals, no summer projects...
...but no classes with my friends ever again; it's up to us to throw ourselves together now, which we already do, but now it'll be only that. Sure, it'll give us more to talk about online, but...
...but I don't want it to be any different. I know, I know I didn't before, and if last year had been permanent, I wouldn't have gotten Erik and Calypso and Jord and Jayj at all, none of the play, no MasterMinds. I wouldn't have it any different now...
...but the thing is, I don't want my friendships to be any different, but I know there's no way to keep them all the same--they're going to be different whether I want that or not. I want to prove that it won't be as drastic as it looks, as everyone says it'll be, but...but how can I? ...There've been a lot of things in high school that I tried to prove that didn't end up that way. How do I keep this from being the same?
I'll be back for SFE things, the plays, things like that--I say now that I'd jump hurdles for them, I'd drive down and back in one night if I had to, I'd be there in a second if someone wanted me there, and nail the homework or explanations or anything like it...but I know that won't be as literal as I want it to be.
But there's no point in thinking too much about that right now. Right now, I'm being kicked off the internet 'cause I still live in my house and have to abide by these things (one of the few things about home I won't miss, though it's not a major point of contention!), so I have to go. More later, of course.
-Laurel
6.11.2003
6.09.2003
More on Friday's events yet another time.
Brilliant link of the moment: Star Trek humor here--
http://www.columbia.edu/~sss31/rainbow/top-ten.reasons.html
-Laurel
Brilliant link of the moment: Star Trek humor here--
http://www.columbia.edu/~sss31/rainbow/top-ten.reasons.html
-Laurel
6.08.2003
Mm.
More on Friday's events some other time (I have them written up, it's just that they're saved on the computer upstairs). Tonight's will have to do.
Just got back from the choral banquet, prolly the best one of the three I've spent over the years. Last year's was cause for a huge melodramatic rant that actually made this blog (it's in the archives if you're feeling masochistic, but I don't recommend rereading it), but this year's was pretty nice.
It's not like it was that different--I still didn't dance, but this year I was okay with that. This year I hung out with Aneya'n'Daf'n'Calypso'n'Melly'n'Bunny'n'Brandon, and we played with our senior gifts and had a good time.
Chicken was actually good, as far as the food went. The performance by "Felix" (vive Brian and Pat!) was incredibly random and wonderfully brilliant (oh, for a camcorder; Shelley could make money off of what she taped!). Senior awards were not lame like I thought they would be (knowing they came from the dollar store). Wore my prom dress again, though I didn't look as nice overall (being much more zit-speckled this time round).
So there're only four days of school left, which is bizarre, but I have to say, I won't miss it at first. Like later I will, I know, but--but it's time to get out of here. The beginning of the year had me counting down the days until I could escape--and then came the play (that is, Arsenic), and suddenly I didn't want to count anymore. I still don't, but I'll take it as it comes now. It'll be good and bad together, getting out of school.
It does seem strange to think of my locker being inhabited by someone else, and B doing SFE groups not only after I'm gone, but after Erik and Nate are gone, and after my brother's gone, and so on in a seemingly-endless round, like elementary school, when we go back and find our teachers aging...is B really ever going to get old? ...Well, his plan is to be insane by 50, I know, but still. And I laugh because I don't trust the new Leo Club batch, those hooligans, to ever be on task at all, but then I realize how Melly de-hooliganized when she became secretary--and then I realize that it's not even a concern, that they don't really need us to get things done.
So the banquet was typical, we had laughs and pomp and boredom, and now it's over, and there isn't even another one, unless we come back as alumni or something. ::shrugs:: I'm really more interested in seeing SFE and Leo Club and the plays. But my years in music have been good ones, really they have.
Mm, am tired, and need to get up earlyish tomorrow. Cheerio.
-Laurel
More on Friday's events some other time (I have them written up, it's just that they're saved on the computer upstairs). Tonight's will have to do.
Just got back from the choral banquet, prolly the best one of the three I've spent over the years. Last year's was cause for a huge melodramatic rant that actually made this blog (it's in the archives if you're feeling masochistic, but I don't recommend rereading it), but this year's was pretty nice.
It's not like it was that different--I still didn't dance, but this year I was okay with that. This year I hung out with Aneya'n'Daf'n'Calypso'n'Melly'n'Bunny'n'Brandon, and we played with our senior gifts and had a good time.
Chicken was actually good, as far as the food went. The performance by "Felix" (vive Brian and Pat!) was incredibly random and wonderfully brilliant (oh, for a camcorder; Shelley could make money off of what she taped!). Senior awards were not lame like I thought they would be (knowing they came from the dollar store). Wore my prom dress again, though I didn't look as nice overall (being much more zit-speckled this time round).
So there're only four days of school left, which is bizarre, but I have to say, I won't miss it at first. Like later I will, I know, but--but it's time to get out of here. The beginning of the year had me counting down the days until I could escape--and then came the play (that is, Arsenic), and suddenly I didn't want to count anymore. I still don't, but I'll take it as it comes now. It'll be good and bad together, getting out of school.
It does seem strange to think of my locker being inhabited by someone else, and B doing SFE groups not only after I'm gone, but after Erik and Nate are gone, and after my brother's gone, and so on in a seemingly-endless round, like elementary school, when we go back and find our teachers aging...is B really ever going to get old? ...Well, his plan is to be insane by 50, I know, but still. And I laugh because I don't trust the new Leo Club batch, those hooligans, to ever be on task at all, but then I realize how Melly de-hooliganized when she became secretary--and then I realize that it's not even a concern, that they don't really need us to get things done.
So the banquet was typical, we had laughs and pomp and boredom, and now it's over, and there isn't even another one, unless we come back as alumni or something. ::shrugs:: I'm really more interested in seeing SFE and Leo Club and the plays. But my years in music have been good ones, really they have.
Mm, am tired, and need to get up earlyish tomorrow. Cheerio.
-Laurel
6.07.2003
Whee-ee, quiz time! *g*
I am an overly happy A.D.D kitten
Which cute or possibly strange kitten are you?
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::giggles:: Kind of a frightening picture. But hey, yay for hyperactivity, right?
You are Tank, from "The Matrix." Loyal
till the end, you spare no expense in ensuring
the well-being of others.
What Matrix Persona Are You?
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you are Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.
Classic, elegant, and you speak properly!
What Famous literary Work Are You?
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...Hey, sweet, I like that book!
Oh, and apparently my deepest secret is that I'm legally married to a woodchuck. ::blinks:: See 'Nanda's blog (link on side, 'cause I'm lazy at the moment) for link to that particular quiz.
More to come tonight or tomorrow. Cheerio.
-Laurel
I am an overly happy A.D.D kitten
Which cute or possibly strange kitten are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
::giggles:: Kind of a frightening picture. But hey, yay for hyperactivity, right?
You are Tank, from "The Matrix." Loyal
till the end, you spare no expense in ensuring
the well-being of others.
What Matrix Persona Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
you are Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.
Classic, elegant, and you speak properly!
What Famous literary Work Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
...Hey, sweet, I like that book!
Oh, and apparently my deepest secret is that I'm legally married to a woodchuck. ::blinks:: See 'Nanda's blog (link on side, 'cause I'm lazy at the moment) for link to that particular quiz.
More to come tonight or tomorrow. Cheerio.
-Laurel
6.04.2003
6.03.2003
Movie thing was only Empire Strikes Back. Typical. *g*
Okay, yeah, went to the dentist today to get a cavity filled (I brush my teeth, honest, I don't know how it happened!), and seriously, when I was on nitrous oxide for getting my wisdom teeth out, that was fine, and though it sounds so wrong to say it, it was almost cool...
...but this time it was awful, like having a waking nightmare--last time I could think clearly, this time I was totally strung out, thought I was trapped in the drug world and I wasn't sure I could get out, kept thinking I'd seen things before in dreams, the dentist-people's words melted together like I was underwater...
...was relieved when I came out of it: at least I knew I wasn't stuck in infinity, like my half-crazed brain had been wondering.
::snorts:: My mom laughingly called it a "bad nitrous trip". I say the bowl of soup I got at the restaurant afterward (it prolly is true that, when you're starved, even something gross tastes good), plus reading the yearbook I got today, was compensation enough, but it's gonna be strange next time I have to have work done ('cause I'm only 18; you know there's gonna be a next time...).
As for said yearbook, yeah, the majority of my senior quote? Is under Jeff's name. In case anyone was wondering why I stopped at 14 words, 'cause, you know, I kinda didn't. ::laughs:: Melly had the exact same problem--hers's under Val's...
...and my photo blurred, too, so my dad's questioning the worth of the $45, or however-much, but once it's signed, I'll be happy to have it.
Thanks to Aneya for complimenting my blog. ...Your writing doesn't suck, Zel. Remember how good your play was? "Oh, woe--strife--anguish!" Millie Nell, man. (It is Nell, right? *g*)
Yeah, so have been somewhat narcoleptic again. Tomorrow should be interesting, since I'm homework-slacking tonight...oh, crud, PIG public policy journals! No, I'm not. (Drat.)
That about wraps it up for now, then. ::rolls eyes::
-Laurel
Okay, yeah, went to the dentist today to get a cavity filled (I brush my teeth, honest, I don't know how it happened!), and seriously, when I was on nitrous oxide for getting my wisdom teeth out, that was fine, and though it sounds so wrong to say it, it was almost cool...
...but this time it was awful, like having a waking nightmare--last time I could think clearly, this time I was totally strung out, thought I was trapped in the drug world and I wasn't sure I could get out, kept thinking I'd seen things before in dreams, the dentist-people's words melted together like I was underwater...
...was relieved when I came out of it: at least I knew I wasn't stuck in infinity, like my half-crazed brain had been wondering.
::snorts:: My mom laughingly called it a "bad nitrous trip". I say the bowl of soup I got at the restaurant afterward (it prolly is true that, when you're starved, even something gross tastes good), plus reading the yearbook I got today, was compensation enough, but it's gonna be strange next time I have to have work done ('cause I'm only 18; you know there's gonna be a next time...).
As for said yearbook, yeah, the majority of my senior quote? Is under Jeff's name. In case anyone was wondering why I stopped at 14 words, 'cause, you know, I kinda didn't. ::laughs:: Melly had the exact same problem--hers's under Val's...
...and my photo blurred, too, so my dad's questioning the worth of the $45, or however-much, but once it's signed, I'll be happy to have it.
Thanks to Aneya for complimenting my blog. ...Your writing doesn't suck, Zel. Remember how good your play was? "Oh, woe--strife--anguish!" Millie Nell, man. (It is Nell, right? *g*)
Yeah, so have been somewhat narcoleptic again. Tomorrow should be interesting, since I'm homework-slacking tonight...oh, crud, PIG public policy journals! No, I'm not. (Drat.)
That about wraps it up for now, then. ::rolls eyes::
-Laurel