Oh, gracious. Love has burst forth all over my circle of friends. It's like ruddy spring around here. ::laughs:: More on all that later, maybe.
-Laurel
2.26.2003
2.24.2003
Oh, and here're a few quizzes...
You are Josh Lyman, and we all love you. In
fact, the author met you at Cosimo's in North
Philadelphia! anyways, you are one of the core
policially scientific minds of your day, and a
genius to boot. However, you don't have one
practical bone in your body. It's ok though,
because you have people to do that for you.
Creative, Communicative and High strung, you
are clearly a support for the rest of the
staff.
!!!New and Improved!!! Which West Winger are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
You are Munkustrap, the leader of the Jellicle
tribe just under Deuteronomy. You are strong
and just and would protect your tribe at any
cost. You are the only tom Demeter trusts.
!*:.:*:. Which Jellicle cat are you? .:*:.:*!
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You are a Tibetan Mastiff. A rare breed, you're
big and strong, and you know it. You can be a
real handful, but the patient, consistant
master can earn themselves one heck of a good
friend.
"What Breed of Dog Are You?"
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Clarissa Explains it All. Little brothers piss you
off and your best friend climbs up a ladder...
But of course that's not weird to you because
you're Clarissa Darling
What's Your 90's Nickelodeon Show?
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You are a descriptive writer. An avid reader of
Robert Frost, perhaps, you LOVE to use flowery
words and use the paper and pen as your canvas
and paintbrush. You prefer to paint a mental
image rather than simply toy around with
people's minds. A very inspired person, you
love to be in nature and usually are a very
outdoorsy type of person. A writer with a
natural green thumb, perhaps?
What's YOUR Writing Style?
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...Hm. Some of these fit, some of these don't. Ah, well. Great fun.
-Laurel
You are Josh Lyman, and we all love you. In
fact, the author met you at Cosimo's in North
Philadelphia! anyways, you are one of the core
policially scientific minds of your day, and a
genius to boot. However, you don't have one
practical bone in your body. It's ok though,
because you have people to do that for you.
Creative, Communicative and High strung, you
are clearly a support for the rest of the
staff.
!!!New and Improved!!! Which West Winger are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
You are Munkustrap, the leader of the Jellicle
tribe just under Deuteronomy. You are strong
and just and would protect your tribe at any
cost. You are the only tom Demeter trusts.
!*:.:*:. Which Jellicle cat are you? .:*:.:*!
brought to you by Quizilla
You are a Tibetan Mastiff. A rare breed, you're
big and strong, and you know it. You can be a
real handful, but the patient, consistant
master can earn themselves one heck of a good
friend.
"What Breed of Dog Are You?"
brought to you by Quizilla
Clarissa Explains it All. Little brothers piss you
off and your best friend climbs up a ladder...
But of course that's not weird to you because
you're Clarissa Darling
What's Your 90's Nickelodeon Show?
brought to you by Quizilla
You are a descriptive writer. An avid reader of
Robert Frost, perhaps, you LOVE to use flowery
words and use the paper and pen as your canvas
and paintbrush. You prefer to paint a mental
image rather than simply toy around with
people's minds. A very inspired person, you
love to be in nature and usually are a very
outdoorsy type of person. A writer with a
natural green thumb, perhaps?
What's YOUR Writing Style?
brought to you by Quizilla
...Hm. Some of these fit, some of these don't. Ah, well. Great fun.
-Laurel
So, yeah, the week off just ended. A quick review:
Friday, Saturday, Sunday--was a whole lot of being online and sleeping. My parents are growing concerned. I get on, thinking I'll get off in half an hour, and I'm on from 10 to 1 or something. ...'Course, as I've tried to explain, nobody really gets on until then. I get on at four or something, and I get Ananda if I'm lucky, Aneya if I'm lucky. Any time off of school? Nobody's getting on to really talk until 9 or 10.
So, yeah, was a complete AIM junkie. Also worked at the college this week a few days--8-hour shifts over three days, as opposed to every day for four hours, like the summer. ...Wasn't as mind-numbing as I expected, but I can't imagine doing it every day. I cannot have an office job, I'm sorry. I'm just going to have to teach or something, even if there's just as much paperwork.
Read a lot, also, which was very nice (see side board for a little of my book-ness).
Had a party for Hoodie-Hoo Day from Wednesday night to Thursday afternoon--it's an actual holiday, honest. Hoodie-Hoo Day got started a long time ago--my mom said she'd heard about it when she was younger--basically, on February 20th, you go outside at local noon and yell "Hoodie-Hoo!", and it's supposed to "scare winter away". ...Needless to say, this was just weird enough that Bethie and I had to try it. So we got together with Aneya, Daf, and our friend Kathy from SFE--and we played a bunch of DDR, and ate a bunch of food, and got very little sleep (except me--I crashed around 1:30; the others were up until 4 and 5). Was very fun, and was actually nice that day and part of the next, as though winter really had been scared away.
And then it was the weekend, and we've had snow dumped on us ever since.
This weekend, though, I spent in Canada to watch my brother's curling bonspiel, which was much more interesting than I expected. Also had some Canadian candy bars, which are brill (especially Mirages), and had lunch in a Rainforest Cafe (T-shirts incredibly overpriced and didn't get one, but the smoothies kick).
Scribbled down a late-night musing at the hotel in Canada about books--may put it up here, if I ever get around to it.
Right, should probably get off now--am at the school library, and our librarian-lady doesn't approve of Blogger (::pouts a bit::). Cheerio.
-Laurel
Friday, Saturday, Sunday--was a whole lot of being online and sleeping. My parents are growing concerned. I get on, thinking I'll get off in half an hour, and I'm on from 10 to 1 or something. ...'Course, as I've tried to explain, nobody really gets on until then. I get on at four or something, and I get Ananda if I'm lucky, Aneya if I'm lucky. Any time off of school? Nobody's getting on to really talk until 9 or 10.
So, yeah, was a complete AIM junkie. Also worked at the college this week a few days--8-hour shifts over three days, as opposed to every day for four hours, like the summer. ...Wasn't as mind-numbing as I expected, but I can't imagine doing it every day. I cannot have an office job, I'm sorry. I'm just going to have to teach or something, even if there's just as much paperwork.
Read a lot, also, which was very nice (see side board for a little of my book-ness).
Had a party for Hoodie-Hoo Day from Wednesday night to Thursday afternoon--it's an actual holiday, honest. Hoodie-Hoo Day got started a long time ago--my mom said she'd heard about it when she was younger--basically, on February 20th, you go outside at local noon and yell "Hoodie-Hoo!", and it's supposed to "scare winter away". ...Needless to say, this was just weird enough that Bethie and I had to try it. So we got together with Aneya, Daf, and our friend Kathy from SFE--and we played a bunch of DDR, and ate a bunch of food, and got very little sleep (except me--I crashed around 1:30; the others were up until 4 and 5). Was very fun, and was actually nice that day and part of the next, as though winter really had been scared away.
And then it was the weekend, and we've had snow dumped on us ever since.
This weekend, though, I spent in Canada to watch my brother's curling bonspiel, which was much more interesting than I expected. Also had some Canadian candy bars, which are brill (especially Mirages), and had lunch in a Rainforest Cafe (T-shirts incredibly overpriced and didn't get one, but the smoothies kick).
Scribbled down a late-night musing at the hotel in Canada about books--may put it up here, if I ever get around to it.
Right, should probably get off now--am at the school library, and our librarian-lady doesn't approve of Blogger (::pouts a bit::). Cheerio.
-Laurel
2.23.2003
Sorry to faithful QPQ readers (all, oh, five of you! *g*) that this board's been lame lately--there's not a lot I can add just yet, but wait a couple of days and you should get quite a landslide of words. In the meantime, see my side-board for a few scraps.
...Assuming, that is, that I can get away from my homework. ::rolls eyes::
-Laurel
...Assuming, that is, that I can get away from my homework. ::rolls eyes::
-Laurel
2.18.2003
Okay, so I use Jayj's real name on here even though I can rattle off seven of his nicknames in a matter of seconds...
...but the kid Zinni says I need a code name for, I can only think of one for. Right.
Nail it, I'll change it later if I feel like. This's a private blog anyway--who in crud's gonna see, unless they get here by way of ***stardust?
So this little anecdote is for SFE, plus anyone who knows the story of Erik's Star Wars "narratives"...
...Was talking to him online just a bit ago, and he told me he was looking through his Legos that he used to build things with, just out of curiosity...
...and he found a Darth Maul Lego on a speeder.
::bursts out laughing:: "Bow-chicka-bow-now!"
-Laurel
...but the kid Zinni says I need a code name for, I can only think of one for. Right.
Nail it, I'll change it later if I feel like. This's a private blog anyway--who in crud's gonna see, unless they get here by way of ***stardust?
So this little anecdote is for SFE, plus anyone who knows the story of Erik's Star Wars "narratives"...
...Was talking to him online just a bit ago, and he told me he was looking through his Legos that he used to build things with, just out of curiosity...
...and he found a Darth Maul Lego on a speeder.
::bursts out laughing:: "Bow-chicka-bow-now!"
-Laurel
Overheard on campus today (I'm working there for a few days 'cause I'm off of school all week):
"You don't need to go to Canada...you just need stupid clothing and no sense of shame."
...Or something like that; I don't remember it exactly. Just...
...three guys were talking about this, in a huddle, there outside in the 30-degree weather, like it was something dead serious, and it just amused me. I have no idea what they meant; I'm not sure I want to.
::shrugs::
-Laurel
"You don't need to go to Canada...you just need stupid clothing and no sense of shame."
...Or something like that; I don't remember it exactly. Just...
...three guys were talking about this, in a huddle, there outside in the 30-degree weather, like it was something dead serious, and it just amused me. I have no idea what they meant; I'm not sure I want to.
::shrugs::
-Laurel
2.17.2003
::laughs a bit:: Sorry I made you publish your quizzes before they were done, Lily--I didn't end up taking any of them.
...Took this one from Aneya's lj, though...much more familiar to me than FF7, etc...
I'm from Ravenclaw!
Hogwart's Sorting Hat Quiz
made by The Genki Gang
...'Nanda'll probably appreciate the white feather, even if it is only a pen or something...
-Laurel
...Took this one from Aneya's lj, though...much more familiar to me than FF7, etc...
I'm from Ravenclaw!
Hogwart's Sorting Hat Quiz
made by The Genki Gang
...'Nanda'll probably appreciate the white feather, even if it is only a pen or something...
-Laurel
There, am back. Once again, hurrah for finding the right template! Yay for blogskins.com--I don't care how many other people now sport "Black Coffee" as their design!
So, yeah, Ocean Bowl. Went down with everybody from SFE--all of us and B in a 15-peep van (or, as half of the club now insists, a 14-peep-van and a driver--the school went kind of funny at the concept of 15 and gave it that spin, or something)...Bethie and I are certified pacing junkies now--see, the night before the Ocean Bowl, I was up around 11 though everyone else in the room was asleep (it'd been a long day). I'd managed to sleep for an hour, but then I'd woken up, and seeing as I was one big set of nerves (the cause was half Ocean Bowl, half oh-crud-I'm-such-an-idiot-could-I-possibly-be-more-wretched-if-I-tried, which involves a long story that I'm not going to tell here), and I really wanted to go out in the hall and pace, where it was light and I didn't have to be so ruddy still...
...Was in full melodrama mode, writing a letter to Zinni and 'Nanda by booklight, sitting on the bathroom floor (that way, the light wouldn't beam into anyone's eyes), when Bethie woke up, very disoriented, from a dream she'd been having. Bethie, bless her, is the very poster child for abdominal butterflies (anything I'm nervous about, she's invariably more so, and much more often), so she was of course a huge shot of adrenaline herself, and it didn't take much convincing to get her to go along with my pacing scheme.
Neither of us had ever actually gone out and paced back and forth down a hotel hall before--I tend to start pacing around the downstairs of my house when I'm either really excited or really thinking about something, only I don't realize it, so that I suddenly realize that I'm pacing, and I've been doing it for the last five minutes--and Bethie hadn't done much pacing at all. But we did it, there in the empty hall, 11:30 at night. I kept up a steady stream of chatter (which is another thing I do when I'm really nervous--talk aloud), and Bethie added a few remarks of her own, and for half an hour we paced.
And then we sat on the couches near the stairs/elevators and talked until about 1. And it was cool. Painful, a bit--what made us get into Aubrey, I don't know, but we'd never talked with any finality about that, so I guess it needed to happen--but cool.
...'Course, though it calmed us down while we were out there, once we got back into the hotel room, our heartrates skyrocketed again. And combined with the exercise ('cause it really was)...it wasn't good. I think we got to sleep around 3:30.
And then paced the next morning, 6:15-to-6:30-ish, while Daf was in the shower.
So, yeah, now we're pacing co-junkies. But we came in third! It was so brill!
And then went home, and the best thing about the ensuing week was Wednesday's snow day. But now I've got a whole week off--hurrah!
Am stopping here, though. Cheerio.
-Laurel
So, yeah, Ocean Bowl. Went down with everybody from SFE--all of us and B in a 15-peep van (or, as half of the club now insists, a 14-peep-van and a driver--the school went kind of funny at the concept of 15 and gave it that spin, or something)...Bethie and I are certified pacing junkies now--see, the night before the Ocean Bowl, I was up around 11 though everyone else in the room was asleep (it'd been a long day). I'd managed to sleep for an hour, but then I'd woken up, and seeing as I was one big set of nerves (the cause was half Ocean Bowl, half oh-crud-I'm-such-an-idiot-could-I-possibly-be-more-wretched-if-I-tried, which involves a long story that I'm not going to tell here), and I really wanted to go out in the hall and pace, where it was light and I didn't have to be so ruddy still...
...Was in full melodrama mode, writing a letter to Zinni and 'Nanda by booklight, sitting on the bathroom floor (that way, the light wouldn't beam into anyone's eyes), when Bethie woke up, very disoriented, from a dream she'd been having. Bethie, bless her, is the very poster child for abdominal butterflies (anything I'm nervous about, she's invariably more so, and much more often), so she was of course a huge shot of adrenaline herself, and it didn't take much convincing to get her to go along with my pacing scheme.
Neither of us had ever actually gone out and paced back and forth down a hotel hall before--I tend to start pacing around the downstairs of my house when I'm either really excited or really thinking about something, only I don't realize it, so that I suddenly realize that I'm pacing, and I've been doing it for the last five minutes--and Bethie hadn't done much pacing at all. But we did it, there in the empty hall, 11:30 at night. I kept up a steady stream of chatter (which is another thing I do when I'm really nervous--talk aloud), and Bethie added a few remarks of her own, and for half an hour we paced.
And then we sat on the couches near the stairs/elevators and talked until about 1. And it was cool. Painful, a bit--what made us get into Aubrey, I don't know, but we'd never talked with any finality about that, so I guess it needed to happen--but cool.
...'Course, though it calmed us down while we were out there, once we got back into the hotel room, our heartrates skyrocketed again. And combined with the exercise ('cause it really was)...it wasn't good. I think we got to sleep around 3:30.
And then paced the next morning, 6:15-to-6:30-ish, while Daf was in the shower.
So, yeah, now we're pacing co-junkies. But we came in third! It was so brill!
And then went home, and the best thing about the ensuing week was Wednesday's snow day. But now I've got a whole week off--hurrah!
Am stopping here, though. Cheerio.
-Laurel
2.16.2003
2.13.2003
Okay, yeah, my blog looks crappy, but it's time to update.
Spent last weekend at Ocean Bowl, had a great, great time--our team came in third out of twenty in the state, so everybody on my team got $500. Seriously. It ruddy kicks.
Candygram day tomorrow at school. Should be fun.
But getting off now. Evil PIG homework.
-Laurel
Spent last weekend at Ocean Bowl, had a great, great time--our team came in third out of twenty in the state, so everybody on my team got $500. Seriously. It ruddy kicks.
Candygram day tomorrow at school. Should be fun.
But getting off now. Evil PIG homework.
-Laurel