Whose Line is it Anyway? got canceled. Well, crud.
::sighs:: Were this ninth or tenth grade, I'd be devastated. This year, I haven't watched it at all, and my tapes, so carefully recorded and edited, are probably filmed with dust.
And it's not like we haven't seen it coming, considering that it was always getting moved, pre-empted, and otherwise short-changed.
::sighs again::
Ah, well. May the actors go on to quality shows. Or at least stay off of Celebrity Mole.
Movie thing at Erik's. Assuming Moulin Rouge is at all decent, that should be cool.
-Laurel
5.31.2003
Hello again. Not dizzy anymore, but getting tired, as it's 11:40 at night. But Envirothon.
Envirothon was really great--we left school on Wednesday around 9:20 or so, took us about two and a half hours to get there.
I have to say, I'm not wonderfully impressed with SUNY Morrisville. Just's well I'm not going there. 'Course, Daf says Cobleskill was worse. Apparently our rooms were a step up. But yeah, whichever. It was a location, what'd'we want?
We had a great time, inside jokes'll be on the SFE website for anyone who knows the URL (and IM me if you don't and want it).
Hm, perhaps I don't feel much like talking about Envirothon anymore. ::laughs:: But the thing is, it was really cool--
--I've been in SFE since tenth grade, but I haven't ever been good at the stuff, Envirothon was kind of one of those things I did because I was there, it was Ocean Bowl I was really into...
...but there was something about rubbing the soil between my fingers that made me really start liking it. Last year when we read The Grapes of Wrath, Mr. K talked about farmers' connection to the land--I've been a suburbanite all my life; what did I know about love for the ground? Soil was something you put in pots to grow zinnias in, something with worms to avoid--but now I see it as something completely different, though I'm not sure exactly what I do see it as. I guess I understand the whole farmers' thing a little better, 'cause I'm sure I don't have experience enough to say I get it all the way. I really did start appreciating the ground beneath my feet (*g* to Ananda for the Rushdie reference)--and the thing was, when I started looking at that, I started looking a little bit more at other things, like wildlife and aquatics and forestry and, yes, Bethie, agriculture. *g* Agriculture goes along with soils anyway.
I also figured out that my lack of aptitude in science (well, what I consider lack of aptitude--my grades weren't bad or anything when I took it) may be a little because of that. English and Spanish and psychology, I've realized, come easily by reading because I know what they're like off the page. That's why psych was so easy--because everything I read, I could connect to something I'd seen, something I'd experienced, something I'd wondered. And with the other two, I'd been exposed to language for so long that it wasn't something I could really experience, but it was something I knew the ins and outs of.
Science, though, I don't have that kind of background in. That's how I managed to slog through my soil study packets for states without sinking into total apathy--because I remembered how it felt to hold it, how cool it had looked and smelled and felt. Dry soil was just dirt. Wet soil was just mud. Moist soil? Changed my whole science outlook. It's so strange.
Once I'd seen it, I understood. That's why I got porosity so much better than, say, redoximorphic properties. I can't see chemistry. But I know how soil hardens when it's wet and you crush it--I could understand the idea that it was the air going out, and therefore the density increasing. And once I cared about that, the formula came more easily.
Maybe math is like that. Or maybe it isn't. AP stats was supposed to be easier than calc because it isn't abstract, and I had as much trouble with it as with pre-calc (again, if trouble can be applied to the situation--I didn't fail by any means). But then, science isn't abstract, and I couldn't connect to things like Earth science and chem when they didn't deal with things I was used to seeing and wondering about. ::shrugs::
Anyway, I guess I owe B a lot, 'cause if I'd had my way, I'dve been off the A-team long ago, feeling like I was going to cost us states (and I still say "again" on that one, because I had a lot to do with that last year), and B knew I thought so, and knew what might happen, but took the chance because he didn't want to leave me behind if we did make it to states.
And I realize that soils, in counties, was as much about Shelley and Daf as me--and Daf helped out a lot in the pit at states, and Shelley and Dave tried to help with the clinometer. But this time, when the questions were harder, I actually knew more--and when B said he hadn't known a lot of the answers, well...
...suffice to say that I've decided that I don't want anymore to be the kind of person who only figures things out by reading. I used to think that I should be able to learn everything from books, because that's what I'd always done. But this year's done a lot to convince me that what I really value in most things is connection--the moment where (saccharinity alert) your heart connects, be it to an idea or to another heart. I think the best things all year have been when I didn't expect someone to understand, and they did. ...I mean, that sounds very middle school, but really.
I've also done a lot of thinking about fluidity of motion, about physical grace. I still wouldn't mind having some, but it doesn't have the draw for me that it did. ...Erik and Calypso and 'Nanda did a lot this winter to convince me that there are other forms besides physical and spiritual. There's also emotional, and I don't know how to describe it, because I found it in so many places...
...I saw it in Erik's attempts to express his strongest thoughts--honesty that made the written imperfections absolutely beautiful--and much more on the walk we took the one bad day, that was the wordless kind, the kind I envy most...
...and I saw it in Calypso so often, though I never saw it, 'cause it was all online--that's even harder to define, but it's something about the openness there, too, and about the way he laughs when you laugh and cries when you cry, and wouldn't want it any other way...that was beautiful, too, the thing about how he'd have brought me the flower the one time--maybe you don't remember that anymore, Calypso, but I always will...
...in Ananda's ***stardust entries, not just recent but past, too, and in the wonderful letter she wrote me for my psych project...
...somewhere in Jayj, past all the anime nonsense to the things that go deeper than the deepest hobby--mostly in talking about Nicole, but there're other things, too, unexpected things...
...in Aneya--prolly in your music, Zel, how you listen for the words and the music, and use them both...
...and in Bethie--maybe I got a little more of that than some people, between sixth grade and everything else, but it's there...
...and in every sleepover we ever had at Zinni's, practically, when we stayed up talking about everything all those times, feeling so troubled but still so warm somehow...
--so many things, and I want that much more than any ability to walk without knocking into things; if I have any of it, maybe it's in my writing, maybe it's not, I don't know, but...
...but yeah. I wonder if that's panache, like in Cyrano, but I'm almost thinking it's a little different than that--panache is brasher, so often, it's a flash of cape and a clasp of the hand, but this--what's this?
Anyway, yeah, maybe this's what happens when I'm up so late listening to Coldplay. ::bit of a smile:: But I mean it, even if it sounds heavy later. (Kind of like people getting sentimental when they're drunken? ::laughs:: Hope I don't come off as that, oh man...)
All phileo.
-Laurel
Envirothon was really great--we left school on Wednesday around 9:20 or so, took us about two and a half hours to get there.
I have to say, I'm not wonderfully impressed with SUNY Morrisville. Just's well I'm not going there. 'Course, Daf says Cobleskill was worse. Apparently our rooms were a step up. But yeah, whichever. It was a location, what'd'we want?
We had a great time, inside jokes'll be on the SFE website for anyone who knows the URL (and IM me if you don't and want it).
Hm, perhaps I don't feel much like talking about Envirothon anymore. ::laughs:: But the thing is, it was really cool--
--I've been in SFE since tenth grade, but I haven't ever been good at the stuff, Envirothon was kind of one of those things I did because I was there, it was Ocean Bowl I was really into...
...but there was something about rubbing the soil between my fingers that made me really start liking it. Last year when we read The Grapes of Wrath, Mr. K talked about farmers' connection to the land--I've been a suburbanite all my life; what did I know about love for the ground? Soil was something you put in pots to grow zinnias in, something with worms to avoid--but now I see it as something completely different, though I'm not sure exactly what I do see it as. I guess I understand the whole farmers' thing a little better, 'cause I'm sure I don't have experience enough to say I get it all the way. I really did start appreciating the ground beneath my feet (*g* to Ananda for the Rushdie reference)--and the thing was, when I started looking at that, I started looking a little bit more at other things, like wildlife and aquatics and forestry and, yes, Bethie, agriculture. *g* Agriculture goes along with soils anyway.
I also figured out that my lack of aptitude in science (well, what I consider lack of aptitude--my grades weren't bad or anything when I took it) may be a little because of that. English and Spanish and psychology, I've realized, come easily by reading because I know what they're like off the page. That's why psych was so easy--because everything I read, I could connect to something I'd seen, something I'd experienced, something I'd wondered. And with the other two, I'd been exposed to language for so long that it wasn't something I could really experience, but it was something I knew the ins and outs of.
Science, though, I don't have that kind of background in. That's how I managed to slog through my soil study packets for states without sinking into total apathy--because I remembered how it felt to hold it, how cool it had looked and smelled and felt. Dry soil was just dirt. Wet soil was just mud. Moist soil? Changed my whole science outlook. It's so strange.
Once I'd seen it, I understood. That's why I got porosity so much better than, say, redoximorphic properties. I can't see chemistry. But I know how soil hardens when it's wet and you crush it--I could understand the idea that it was the air going out, and therefore the density increasing. And once I cared about that, the formula came more easily.
Maybe math is like that. Or maybe it isn't. AP stats was supposed to be easier than calc because it isn't abstract, and I had as much trouble with it as with pre-calc (again, if trouble can be applied to the situation--I didn't fail by any means). But then, science isn't abstract, and I couldn't connect to things like Earth science and chem when they didn't deal with things I was used to seeing and wondering about. ::shrugs::
Anyway, I guess I owe B a lot, 'cause if I'd had my way, I'dve been off the A-team long ago, feeling like I was going to cost us states (and I still say "again" on that one, because I had a lot to do with that last year), and B knew I thought so, and knew what might happen, but took the chance because he didn't want to leave me behind if we did make it to states.
And I realize that soils, in counties, was as much about Shelley and Daf as me--and Daf helped out a lot in the pit at states, and Shelley and Dave tried to help with the clinometer. But this time, when the questions were harder, I actually knew more--and when B said he hadn't known a lot of the answers, well...
...suffice to say that I've decided that I don't want anymore to be the kind of person who only figures things out by reading. I used to think that I should be able to learn everything from books, because that's what I'd always done. But this year's done a lot to convince me that what I really value in most things is connection--the moment where (saccharinity alert) your heart connects, be it to an idea or to another heart. I think the best things all year have been when I didn't expect someone to understand, and they did. ...I mean, that sounds very middle school, but really.
I've also done a lot of thinking about fluidity of motion, about physical grace. I still wouldn't mind having some, but it doesn't have the draw for me that it did. ...Erik and Calypso and 'Nanda did a lot this winter to convince me that there are other forms besides physical and spiritual. There's also emotional, and I don't know how to describe it, because I found it in so many places...
...I saw it in Erik's attempts to express his strongest thoughts--honesty that made the written imperfections absolutely beautiful--and much more on the walk we took the one bad day, that was the wordless kind, the kind I envy most...
...and I saw it in Calypso so often, though I never saw it, 'cause it was all online--that's even harder to define, but it's something about the openness there, too, and about the way he laughs when you laugh and cries when you cry, and wouldn't want it any other way...that was beautiful, too, the thing about how he'd have brought me the flower the one time--maybe you don't remember that anymore, Calypso, but I always will...
...in Ananda's ***stardust entries, not just recent but past, too, and in the wonderful letter she wrote me for my psych project...
...somewhere in Jayj, past all the anime nonsense to the things that go deeper than the deepest hobby--mostly in talking about Nicole, but there're other things, too, unexpected things...
...in Aneya--prolly in your music, Zel, how you listen for the words and the music, and use them both...
...and in Bethie--maybe I got a little more of that than some people, between sixth grade and everything else, but it's there...
...and in every sleepover we ever had at Zinni's, practically, when we stayed up talking about everything all those times, feeling so troubled but still so warm somehow...
--so many things, and I want that much more than any ability to walk without knocking into things; if I have any of it, maybe it's in my writing, maybe it's not, I don't know, but...
...but yeah. I wonder if that's panache, like in Cyrano, but I'm almost thinking it's a little different than that--panache is brasher, so often, it's a flash of cape and a clasp of the hand, but this--what's this?
Anyway, yeah, maybe this's what happens when I'm up so late listening to Coldplay. ::bit of a smile:: But I mean it, even if it sounds heavy later. (Kind of like people getting sentimental when they're drunken? ::laughs:: Hope I don't come off as that, oh man...)
All phileo.
-Laurel
5.30.2003
Hm. Standstill on stats project + already doing some Spanish + total PIG-homework apathy = entry for QPQ.
In other words, greetings from school. Am somewhat dizzy at the moment, for whatever random inner-ear reason; has been going on since I woke up this morning. My parents, of course, didn't offer to let me sleep in (they never do; sometimes I wish I could wheedle half-days out of them still, like I could in elementary school), so the official maternal diagnosis is: it might be the start of an ear infection; go to the nurse's if you're about to fall down. ...I'm not annoyed or anything, just kind of disappointed that I couldn't get out of stats class. Plus I keep wanting to put my head down.
But it's time I told about all the randomness of the past few days, so I'll work backwards from last night. I think I'm just going to do the concert and stuff for now, then I'll talk about Envirothon later tonight or something.
Last night was my last chorus concert as a high school student, and it went pretty well, considering that I hadn't been in rehearsal for exactly a week, between long weekend, gym class, and Envirothon. I'd been all annoyed with Mrs. R 'cause she was going to make the choir use our music, but she had a change of heart at the last minute and only cut out one of our many songs, and let us go music-less. Which is just as well, even if the "Alleluia" song we didn't do was pretty.
I screwed up various notes, not having practiced the music in so long, but it wasn't anything noticeable. No, the noticeable screwup was when Nicole and A.J. decided to send me out first to lead half the choir onto the risers. ...I'd been moved yesterday morning to another row, and still wasn't quite with it on the whole measuring thing, so of course I counted the rows incorrectly, not really thinking about it, and had two entire rows switched into the wrong spots. Which was okay--some of us moved back, some of us didn't, and either way nobody seemed to care, Mrs. R included ('course, she wasn't onstage to see it, so-o...). ...Only I don't really feel like watching myself make a mess of that on tape in rehearsal today when we see the video.
The senior song wasn't sad for me--everyone was talking about how they were going to cry, and I pretty much knew I wasn't. I had a great time listening to everybody's favorite choral memories--one of Melly's was directed specifically at me, actually: McDonald's is that way!, from the Boston trip last year. We had the joke because I'd meant to tell her, in the hotel, that the elevators were down the hall in the one direction, and (I think I was hungry) ended up telling her that McDonald's was that way instead. So for the entire trip, and parts of the rest of the year, she'd point in the direction of any McDonald's we passed, reciting me my own line. ...I started laughing when I heard it onstage, and she pointed at me, and I pointed back at her.
The cool thing was that--oh, I should explain the flower concept: before the senior song, each senior is given a rose by a junior (well, or by a sophomore, depending on how desperate for people the council is)--each junior signs up for someone. ...Well, all the juniors I knew, I figured, would be giving them to people they knew better, so I figured I'd get one from some random junior they recruited, just like last year I was a random junior for the one girl Sara. Walked on stage, though, and there was Jonathan, this guy from Leo Club I know, with my rose. Was all happy--someone I knew!--so I took it, hugged him (that was standard procedure if you knew the person), went to my place.
...Discovered in the middle of the song that my rose still had a couple of thorns, which is to say that one of them rubbed up against my thumb. But that was okay. It was a good song. I didn't cry at all.
That was the last part of the concert, so after that I found friends and my parents, hugged more people, watched other people cry. Saw 'Nanda and Calypso, which was lots of fun--went sock-sliding, sort of, with Daf, thereby preserving the tradition. Saw fifth-grade teacher Mr. H, which was great fun, too, 'cause he was in a hyperactive mood, as he often was when he taught us, so he was funny, and Daf and I were laughing, and it was just a good time all round. ...Saw Anne Marie, which was also very fun--it's been a while, 'cause she graduated two years ago, and even though she goes to college right near our school (like five minutes away) and lives at home, I don't see her much.
Took 'Nanda home; we talked about her working and stuff. Got online, as you prolly could tell from my two-minute entry from last night. Went to sleep, and I know my dream was kind of odd, but I can't remember it. (For a very odd dream, see 'Nanda's sister's lj...boy, I don't get dreams that weird when I'm sick, only when I sleep for 12 hours...*g*)
This may have been the first choral reception ever where I didn't get into the cookies. ::laughs:: Not that I care, it's just kind of funny.
Speaking of which, I'm hungry. And lightheaded. And this massive tangent prolly rivals Ananda's great bike-ride ramble in length, so perhaps I'll stop here. Time for Fruit and Oatmeal Bites, or whatever I happened to bring as a hobbit-like second breakfast (well, 'cept it's too small to be a hobbit-breakfast!).
Cheerio.
-Laurel
In other words, greetings from school. Am somewhat dizzy at the moment, for whatever random inner-ear reason; has been going on since I woke up this morning. My parents, of course, didn't offer to let me sleep in (they never do; sometimes I wish I could wheedle half-days out of them still, like I could in elementary school), so the official maternal diagnosis is: it might be the start of an ear infection; go to the nurse's if you're about to fall down. ...I'm not annoyed or anything, just kind of disappointed that I couldn't get out of stats class. Plus I keep wanting to put my head down.
But it's time I told about all the randomness of the past few days, so I'll work backwards from last night. I think I'm just going to do the concert and stuff for now, then I'll talk about Envirothon later tonight or something.
Last night was my last chorus concert as a high school student, and it went pretty well, considering that I hadn't been in rehearsal for exactly a week, between long weekend, gym class, and Envirothon. I'd been all annoyed with Mrs. R 'cause she was going to make the choir use our music, but she had a change of heart at the last minute and only cut out one of our many songs, and let us go music-less. Which is just as well, even if the "Alleluia" song we didn't do was pretty.
I screwed up various notes, not having practiced the music in so long, but it wasn't anything noticeable. No, the noticeable screwup was when Nicole and A.J. decided to send me out first to lead half the choir onto the risers. ...I'd been moved yesterday morning to another row, and still wasn't quite with it on the whole measuring thing, so of course I counted the rows incorrectly, not really thinking about it, and had two entire rows switched into the wrong spots. Which was okay--some of us moved back, some of us didn't, and either way nobody seemed to care, Mrs. R included ('course, she wasn't onstage to see it, so-o...). ...Only I don't really feel like watching myself make a mess of that on tape in rehearsal today when we see the video.
The senior song wasn't sad for me--everyone was talking about how they were going to cry, and I pretty much knew I wasn't. I had a great time listening to everybody's favorite choral memories--one of Melly's was directed specifically at me, actually: McDonald's is that way!, from the Boston trip last year. We had the joke because I'd meant to tell her, in the hotel, that the elevators were down the hall in the one direction, and (I think I was hungry) ended up telling her that McDonald's was that way instead. So for the entire trip, and parts of the rest of the year, she'd point in the direction of any McDonald's we passed, reciting me my own line. ...I started laughing when I heard it onstage, and she pointed at me, and I pointed back at her.
The cool thing was that--oh, I should explain the flower concept: before the senior song, each senior is given a rose by a junior (well, or by a sophomore, depending on how desperate for people the council is)--each junior signs up for someone. ...Well, all the juniors I knew, I figured, would be giving them to people they knew better, so I figured I'd get one from some random junior they recruited, just like last year I was a random junior for the one girl Sara. Walked on stage, though, and there was Jonathan, this guy from Leo Club I know, with my rose. Was all happy--someone I knew!--so I took it, hugged him (that was standard procedure if you knew the person), went to my place.
...Discovered in the middle of the song that my rose still had a couple of thorns, which is to say that one of them rubbed up against my thumb. But that was okay. It was a good song. I didn't cry at all.
That was the last part of the concert, so after that I found friends and my parents, hugged more people, watched other people cry. Saw 'Nanda and Calypso, which was lots of fun--went sock-sliding, sort of, with Daf, thereby preserving the tradition. Saw fifth-grade teacher Mr. H, which was great fun, too, 'cause he was in a hyperactive mood, as he often was when he taught us, so he was funny, and Daf and I were laughing, and it was just a good time all round. ...Saw Anne Marie, which was also very fun--it's been a while, 'cause she graduated two years ago, and even though she goes to college right near our school (like five minutes away) and lives at home, I don't see her much.
Took 'Nanda home; we talked about her working and stuff. Got online, as you prolly could tell from my two-minute entry from last night. Went to sleep, and I know my dream was kind of odd, but I can't remember it. (For a very odd dream, see 'Nanda's sister's lj...boy, I don't get dreams that weird when I'm sick, only when I sleep for 12 hours...*g*)
This may have been the first choral reception ever where I didn't get into the cookies. ::laughs:: Not that I care, it's just kind of funny.
Speaking of which, I'm hungry. And lightheaded. And this massive tangent prolly rivals Ananda's great bike-ride ramble in length, so perhaps I'll stop here. Time for Fruit and Oatmeal Bites, or whatever I happened to bring as a hobbit-like second breakfast (well, 'cept it's too small to be a hobbit-breakfast!).
Cheerio.
-Laurel
5.29.2003
::blinks sleepily::
Came in 4th for Envirothon (only nobody knows it, as they nailed us out of 68 points for soils by correcting my answer sheet to the wrong answer key, which put us 27th!). Last chorus concert was tonight and went pretty well, considering I haven't been in class for a week and can't count to three properly...
...and am very tired, inasmuch as Bethie and I went pacing at Envirothon last night/this morning, and I'm on some pretty major sleep deprivation (which, by the way, is well worth it--*g*). So will go to bed now and explain things some other time. Like maybe when we get the mouse working downstairs or replace it or something.
This entry may or may not comtain grammatical errors. My profuse apologies if it does.
-Laurel
Came in 4th for Envirothon (only nobody knows it, as they nailed us out of 68 points for soils by correcting my answer sheet to the wrong answer key, which put us 27th!). Last chorus concert was tonight and went pretty well, considering I haven't been in class for a week and can't count to three properly...
...and am very tired, inasmuch as Bethie and I went pacing at Envirothon last night/this morning, and I'm on some pretty major sleep deprivation (which, by the way, is well worth it--*g*). So will go to bed now and explain things some other time. Like maybe when we get the mouse working downstairs or replace it or something.
This entry may or may not comtain grammatical errors. My profuse apologies if it does.
-Laurel
5.27.2003
Hurrah, my template's ba-a-a-ack! ::grins like a maniac::
That means it's time for updates all 'round.
Awards thingy tonight at school, got a few, including this happy English one, which's what I really wanted. Yay for following in 'Nanda's footsteps. *g* Was fun. Aneya got a journalism one, Daf got creative writing (which's odd, inasmuch's we took the class last year...) and a whole bunch of other awards, Bethie got AP stats and English, yay-hooray. ::smiles::
Tomorrow's Envirothon madness, wee-dee-hee, so I get some sleeping-in time. I still have all sorts of stress-ness going on, between PIG projects, chorus concert, AP stats insanity, etc., etc. I can actually feel my muscles as tenser than normal, even when I'm just sitting here. That's kinda bad. I've been strung out all month; I need a break before my parasympathetic division gives me a stress ulcer (::laughs:: ya-a-a-a-ay for AP psych!).
Tonight's rumor mill grist: Phil G. getting expelled for hacking into the PA system. That would explain Jordan H's "Free Phil" t-shirt at the awards thing. ...Hope it's partially inaccurate; I think he did it, but the five-day-suspension-and-no-walking-across-the-stage-for-graduation thing I heard as alternate is at least more fair.
Should sleep now, but most likely won't. ...Have alternated for the past week and a half, honest, between about 12 hours a night and 5 hours a night, but that breaks here, 'cause this's my 12-night, and I won't get it.
And there fell this morning another projected "achievement" (I mean, what do you call it?), because--those easily grossed out will please skip down to the next paragraph--after 12 years of never being one of those kids who threw up at school, I got sick after the pacer test. And not because of the pacer test itself (I mean, crud, I only got to 50, and I could've gotten a few more, but I stopped caring), but because I'm so strung out and I exerted myself. This's what would've happened at prom, had I been eating anything, 'cept I hadn't.
*ahem* Right, that was this entry's moment of WTMI. Back to normalcy.
Will not be on this blog until probably Friday, so check back then.
Hm. I miss the play already.
-Laurel
That means it's time for updates all 'round.
Awards thingy tonight at school, got a few, including this happy English one, which's what I really wanted. Yay for following in 'Nanda's footsteps. *g* Was fun. Aneya got a journalism one, Daf got creative writing (which's odd, inasmuch's we took the class last year...) and a whole bunch of other awards, Bethie got AP stats and English, yay-hooray. ::smiles::
Tomorrow's Envirothon madness, wee-dee-hee, so I get some sleeping-in time. I still have all sorts of stress-ness going on, between PIG projects, chorus concert, AP stats insanity, etc., etc. I can actually feel my muscles as tenser than normal, even when I'm just sitting here. That's kinda bad. I've been strung out all month; I need a break before my parasympathetic division gives me a stress ulcer (::laughs:: ya-a-a-a-ay for AP psych!).
Tonight's rumor mill grist: Phil G. getting expelled for hacking into the PA system. That would explain Jordan H's "Free Phil" t-shirt at the awards thing. ...Hope it's partially inaccurate; I think he did it, but the five-day-suspension-and-no-walking-across-the-stage-for-graduation thing I heard as alternate is at least more fair.
Should sleep now, but most likely won't. ...Have alternated for the past week and a half, honest, between about 12 hours a night and 5 hours a night, but that breaks here, 'cause this's my 12-night, and I won't get it.
And there fell this morning another projected "achievement" (I mean, what do you call it?), because--those easily grossed out will please skip down to the next paragraph--after 12 years of never being one of those kids who threw up at school, I got sick after the pacer test. And not because of the pacer test itself (I mean, crud, I only got to 50, and I could've gotten a few more, but I stopped caring), but because I'm so strung out and I exerted myself. This's what would've happened at prom, had I been eating anything, 'cept I hadn't.
*ahem* Right, that was this entry's moment of WTMI. Back to normalcy.
Will not be on this blog until probably Friday, so check back then.
Hm. I miss the play already.
-Laurel
5.26.2003
O-ka-a-a-ay, and apparently my template has regressed to a mid-March state, because even though the page itself has the current one up, the "template" feature in my editing shows the one from a couple months ago, and I daren't republish my archives, for fear that they'll all be under the old design.
::blinks:: I'll give it a couple of days; maybe it's random and temporary, like so many of Blogger's problems.
-Laurel
::blinks:: I'll give it a couple of days; maybe it's random and temporary, like so many of Blogger's problems.
-Laurel
5.25.2003
Greetings from Lily's! Tonight's piece of amusing randomness:
NEWS FLASH: Medical researchers have discovered a new disease that has no symptoms. It is impossible to detect, and there is no known cure. Fortunately, no cases have been reported thus far. -George Carlin
...Hurrah for Coldplay and their song "Parachutes", which I got to hear tonight for the first time since learning the words a couple of weeks ago. I mean, it's not like they were particularly hard to understand, I suppose, but I didn't happen to pay too much attention, I guess, when Daffy and I were listening to Coldplay in the dark over spring break the one night as we were falling asleep. ...That was cool, Daf. ::smiles::
You know, coming down to Lily's, I had all these nice musings, and now I can't remember any of them. That happens to me a lot with car trips.
Anyway, enough for tonight; Lily wants to get on for a bit (as well she might; I've monopolized her computer for something like an hour now), and then we're both going to bed.
-Laurel
NEWS FLASH: Medical researchers have discovered a new disease that has no symptoms. It is impossible to detect, and there is no known cure. Fortunately, no cases have been reported thus far. -George Carlin
...Hurrah for Coldplay and their song "Parachutes", which I got to hear tonight for the first time since learning the words a couple of weeks ago. I mean, it's not like they were particularly hard to understand, I suppose, but I didn't happen to pay too much attention, I guess, when Daffy and I were listening to Coldplay in the dark over spring break the one night as we were falling asleep. ...That was cool, Daf. ::smiles::
You know, coming down to Lily's, I had all these nice musings, and now I can't remember any of them. That happens to me a lot with car trips.
Anyway, enough for tonight; Lily wants to get on for a bit (as well she might; I've monopolized her computer for something like an hour now), and then we're both going to bed.
-Laurel
5.23.2003
Right, so Ananda very nicely gave a link to my blog and said it's good and makes sense, but my entries of late haven't been any better than hers, and hers aren't as bad as she says.
So anyway...
...one-act plays were tonight, I was in Jayj's, was lots of fun. ::laughs:: If Erik or Jayj doesn't get best actor, I want to know the reason why. They were brill.
Went to Jayj's after for a mini-cast-party, which was also cool. Played a bit with his four-year-old brother; had some cake (and orange juice--::shrugs::), heard some weird songs and some old classic ones (Monster Mash, ye-e-e-e-eah!)--
--played a game called well, I never, which was basically a modified truth-or-dare, without the dare. Given a certain group vibe, it could've gotten really iffy really quickly, but--::laughs::--it's Ben and Jayj (who kept Kenny under control), and either they're not like that, or they're just not like that with Daffy and me. Was pretty fun. I can't exactly say that we had any major personal revelations, but I think that's a good thing all in all. *g*
Tomorrow's another group movie thing, this time with 'Nanda and Calypso added. Should be fun. Have never seen Wayne's World, so apparently am in for some entertainment--or corruption. Depends on who you ask. ::laughs a bit::
Mm...am getting tired. One bit of quiz-ness, then I'll leave.
Which Princess Bride Character are You?
this quiz was made by mysti
::blinks:: Well, Aneya, you were close on your guess...::laughs a bit::...but I didn't want to be the old hag who yells "boo"!
Ah, well. G'night!
-Laurel
So anyway...
...one-act plays were tonight, I was in Jayj's, was lots of fun. ::laughs:: If Erik or Jayj doesn't get best actor, I want to know the reason why. They were brill.
Went to Jayj's after for a mini-cast-party, which was also cool. Played a bit with his four-year-old brother; had some cake (and orange juice--::shrugs::), heard some weird songs and some old classic ones (Monster Mash, ye-e-e-e-eah!)--
--played a game called well, I never, which was basically a modified truth-or-dare, without the dare. Given a certain group vibe, it could've gotten really iffy really quickly, but--::laughs::--it's Ben and Jayj (who kept Kenny under control), and either they're not like that, or they're just not like that with Daffy and me. Was pretty fun. I can't exactly say that we had any major personal revelations, but I think that's a good thing all in all. *g*
Tomorrow's another group movie thing, this time with 'Nanda and Calypso added. Should be fun. Have never seen Wayne's World, so apparently am in for some entertainment--or corruption. Depends on who you ask. ::laughs a bit::
Mm...am getting tired. One bit of quiz-ness, then I'll leave.
Which Princess Bride Character are You?
this quiz was made by mysti
::blinks:: Well, Aneya, you were close on your guess...::laughs a bit::...but I didn't want to be the old hag who yells "boo"!
Ah, well. G'night!
-Laurel
5.19.2003
5.18.2003
5.17.2003
This blog's a year old today.
Good gracious. A year ago--
--a year ago I was in eleventh grade still, had no idea about college, hadn't taken the SATs yet, hadn't become Leo Club president yet...
...had never had a real job, was obsessive over M*A*S*H (well, I still am a bit, but I was much more so then)...
...hadn't been in a school play that wasn't a musical, hadn't won money for Ocean Bowl, hadn't won locals for Envirothon...
...had never known Erik or Jay Jei, barely knew Jordan and Calypso...
...still had 'Nanda in school.
Still had a pretty low level of sleep deprivation. ('Course, I think this is directly connected to not knowing Erik and barely knowing Calypso, but...*g*)
Had never been to a prom, though that was true up until last night. (On a related note, had never truly slow-danced, but then again, this may still be true, considering I only made it through maybe two minutes of it this time...)
Still had touch with Bryan--and maybe with Marco, I don't know.
Having Ananda online was a rare, near-midnight occurence, instead of a comforting constant. *g*
I still took Regentses.
Had never played DDR. *g*
Thought I'd be taking Piano/Keyboard as a senior.
Had never been in a class, outside of gym, with 34 people in it, much less 87.
Hair wasn't guy-short, never had been.
Still planned on being an English major, but had never heard of the Peace Corps. Still sponsored children with my friends, the same three, but two of them now might have their sponsoring days numbered (will another year of this blog have Sunil and Mugisha at its end?)...
And other things, too, things that either I can't think of or don't feel like thinking of, some things were the same and some things very different. And the year isn't out yet--there're 18 days more of school (only 18? Oh, gracious...). There's still Envirothon states, still the choral banquet, still projects to finish and--
--friends to say goodbye to for the first time. Oh, Daf and Bethie and Julie, Erik and Jord and Jayj--and Calypso, for that matter, 'cause I didn't say goodbye before--what on earth will I do without you? Melly and Bunny, too, of course, and all the people I haven't said...
...and 'Nanda to say goodbye to for the second time.
Anyway, is 11:55, and I want to put this up before my blog's birthday is over, but--
--but it's been an incredible past year, one that's left me more wide-eyed, at this point, than any other prevailing emotion, I've had plenty of height and plenty of depth...
...but I think more height, in the end.
-Laurel
Good gracious. A year ago--
--a year ago I was in eleventh grade still, had no idea about college, hadn't taken the SATs yet, hadn't become Leo Club president yet...
...had never had a real job, was obsessive over M*A*S*H (well, I still am a bit, but I was much more so then)...
...hadn't been in a school play that wasn't a musical, hadn't won money for Ocean Bowl, hadn't won locals for Envirothon...
...had never known Erik or Jay Jei, barely knew Jordan and Calypso...
...still had 'Nanda in school.
Still had a pretty low level of sleep deprivation. ('Course, I think this is directly connected to not knowing Erik and barely knowing Calypso, but...*g*)
Had never been to a prom, though that was true up until last night. (On a related note, had never truly slow-danced, but then again, this may still be true, considering I only made it through maybe two minutes of it this time...)
Still had touch with Bryan--and maybe with Marco, I don't know.
Having Ananda online was a rare, near-midnight occurence, instead of a comforting constant. *g*
I still took Regentses.
Had never played DDR. *g*
Thought I'd be taking Piano/Keyboard as a senior.
Had never been in a class, outside of gym, with 34 people in it, much less 87.
Hair wasn't guy-short, never had been.
Still planned on being an English major, but had never heard of the Peace Corps. Still sponsored children with my friends, the same three, but two of them now might have their sponsoring days numbered (will another year of this blog have Sunil and Mugisha at its end?)...
And other things, too, things that either I can't think of or don't feel like thinking of, some things were the same and some things very different. And the year isn't out yet--there're 18 days more of school (only 18? Oh, gracious...). There's still Envirothon states, still the choral banquet, still projects to finish and--
--friends to say goodbye to for the first time. Oh, Daf and Bethie and Julie, Erik and Jord and Jayj--and Calypso, for that matter, 'cause I didn't say goodbye before--what on earth will I do without you? Melly and Bunny, too, of course, and all the people I haven't said...
...and 'Nanda to say goodbye to for the second time.
Anyway, is 11:55, and I want to put this up before my blog's birthday is over, but--
--but it's been an incredible past year, one that's left me more wide-eyed, at this point, than any other prevailing emotion, I've had plenty of height and plenty of depth...
...but I think more height, in the end.
-Laurel
5.16.2003
Ya-a-a-a-a-a-ay! Got Colin Mochrie and I didn't rig it at all, not one bit! ::huge grin::
Colin Mochrie
Which 'Whose Line is it Anyway?' actor are you!?
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-Laurel
Colin Mochrie
Which 'Whose Line is it Anyway?' actor are you!?
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-Laurel
5.12.2003
Greetings from the band room, where I'm busy pretending I've played an instrument since 1995 (haven't, unless you count my sub-par harmonica--or my voice, which'd be a whole 'nother story)...
Meh, random insanities should be coming to a close soon, but I don't think they will. School needs to slow the heck down.
Had a birthday party this weekend, which was a great time. Sat round, talked, watched a movie or two, played DDR, went outside, ran barefoot down the road (have a nice mark where the attempt tore some skin off my food--darn glass bits!), ate and ate and ate.
Went looking at the courses I could take for gym credit at college in the fall, and they don't have soccer (::wails::), so I'll probably end up in basic dance (I ne-e-ed fluidity of motion, really I do, I'm so tired of being a clod...).
The idea of basic karate did amuse me, and Erik did offer to start teaching me over the summer, but...
...no. *g*
Must go take AP psych final now (not to be confused with the AP exam itself, which's tomorrow). Cheerio.
-Laurel
Meh, random insanities should be coming to a close soon, but I don't think they will. School needs to slow the heck down.
Had a birthday party this weekend, which was a great time. Sat round, talked, watched a movie or two, played DDR, went outside, ran barefoot down the road (have a nice mark where the attempt tore some skin off my food--darn glass bits!), ate and ate and ate.
Went looking at the courses I could take for gym credit at college in the fall, and they don't have soccer (::wails::), so I'll probably end up in basic dance (I ne-e-ed fluidity of motion, really I do, I'm so tired of being a clod...).
The idea of basic karate did amuse me, and Erik did offer to start teaching me over the summer, but...
...no. *g*
Must go take AP psych final now (not to be confused with the AP exam itself, which's tomorrow). Cheerio.
-Laurel
5.05.2003
5.04.2003
Mm. Went prom shopping yesterday with Aneya--got myself a dress, the only flaw with which is that it exposes altogether too much of my acne-speckled skin, but I suppose that can be partially remedied. Had another movie-thing with her and Daf and Erik last night, and really, I'm thinking it's gonna be a lo-o-ong time before we're allowed to have another one at Daffy's house...there's a reason my AIM icon depicts a pillow fight, and believe me, it was a violent, massive one...*g*
Right, meanwhile, here're a couple of quizzes that I snatched off Aneya...
find your poetry style
this quiz was made by mamaslyth
Hm...okay...not bad. I like free-verse, which was one of the choices, but hey, structured is good, too...
Find Your Warped Personality
this quiz was made by mysti
::bursts out laughing:: Oh, no, that's so--that's so--apt! 'Cept the part about everyone being like me isn't quite accurate, I like to think I prize differences a little more than that, but--::thinks of experiences with Aubrey especially::--oh dear, there're definitely some times where I don't trust people to get it right on their own...hm...
Anyway, yeah, psych homework, must do. Have been on here entirely too long.
-Laurel
Right, meanwhile, here're a couple of quizzes that I snatched off Aneya...
find your poetry style
this quiz was made by mamaslyth
Hm...okay...not bad. I like free-verse, which was one of the choices, but hey, structured is good, too...
Find Your Warped Personality
this quiz was made by mysti
::bursts out laughing:: Oh, no, that's so--that's so--apt! 'Cept the part about everyone being like me isn't quite accurate, I like to think I prize differences a little more than that, but--::thinks of experiences with Aubrey especially::--oh dear, there're definitely some times where I don't trust people to get it right on their own...hm...
Anyway, yeah, psych homework, must do. Have been on here entirely too long.
-Laurel
5.02.2003
Mm, had a pretty nice birthday. ::laughs:: Got a smoothie-maker, among other things, which's definitely the most random of my few presents, but which's fun.
Haven't failed my stats final yet--::grins::--inasmuch as I got 30/35 on the Part I. I haven't gotten back the hideous Part II yet, but I ought to get enough for a low-eighties grade, especially curved, so--
--::laughs:: so yeah. This's been another Nerd World update.
In much cooler news, Daf's and my team won the Envirothon yesterday! So we get to go to states 'round the end of the month, and I think we're even bringing Bethie, 'cause valedictorian-Matt, who's not truly part of the club, and really only got on the A-team because he's valedictorian-Matt, is cutting out on us for a regional Math League thing. That means that Bethie gets his place, hurrah!
Prom-shopping-take-two tomorrow--::wrinkles nose::--after AP psych review in the morning.
Hm, am 18 today. I guess I do think of that automatically, don't even consider myself 17 anymore, but do not consider myself an adult. ::laughs:: That involves maturity. I have but little right now, when I'm so strung out, stressed out, and sleep-deprived that I'm, like, Instant Spaz in a Can (just add high school life?).
...So here's to Daf, Calypso, and especially 'Nanda (thanks ever so for the message), who fight a losing battle to keep me calm (to say nothing about your collective attempts to keep Erik calm, too--between the two of us, man, you guys're in for the heroic-sacrifice-of-personal-sanity awards!). ::laughs:: And here's to Erik and especially Aneya, who're just as strung out as I am, and about most of the same things.
Jeesh, sixteen to seventeen was a huge change, but seventeen to eighteen's been quite the trip, too...
...365 days doesn't sound like a lot, seems to go so fast--how'd so much happen, anyway?
Was missing so many people from my life back then--Erik and Calypso, Jord and Jayj, the play-people--and so much I hadn't done...
Anyway, that's enough, there's less than an hour left to said birthday, so perhaps I'll go and get some sleep.
-Laurel
Haven't failed my stats final yet--::grins::--inasmuch as I got 30/35 on the Part I. I haven't gotten back the hideous Part II yet, but I ought to get enough for a low-eighties grade, especially curved, so--
--::laughs:: so yeah. This's been another Nerd World update.
In much cooler news, Daf's and my team won the Envirothon yesterday! So we get to go to states 'round the end of the month, and I think we're even bringing Bethie, 'cause valedictorian-Matt, who's not truly part of the club, and really only got on the A-team because he's valedictorian-Matt, is cutting out on us for a regional Math League thing. That means that Bethie gets his place, hurrah!
Prom-shopping-take-two tomorrow--::wrinkles nose::--after AP psych review in the morning.
Hm, am 18 today. I guess I do think of that automatically, don't even consider myself 17 anymore, but do not consider myself an adult. ::laughs:: That involves maturity. I have but little right now, when I'm so strung out, stressed out, and sleep-deprived that I'm, like, Instant Spaz in a Can (just add high school life?).
...So here's to Daf, Calypso, and especially 'Nanda (thanks ever so for the message), who fight a losing battle to keep me calm (to say nothing about your collective attempts to keep Erik calm, too--between the two of us, man, you guys're in for the heroic-sacrifice-of-personal-sanity awards!). ::laughs:: And here's to Erik and especially Aneya, who're just as strung out as I am, and about most of the same things.
Jeesh, sixteen to seventeen was a huge change, but seventeen to eighteen's been quite the trip, too...
...365 days doesn't sound like a lot, seems to go so fast--how'd so much happen, anyway?
Was missing so many people from my life back then--Erik and Calypso, Jord and Jayj, the play-people--and so much I hadn't done...
Anyway, that's enough, there's less than an hour left to said birthday, so perhaps I'll go and get some sleep.
-Laurel