The Coptic Orthodox New Year, known as Nayrouz or Nairuz, falls on the first day of the month Thout That’s usually September 11 on the Gregorian calendar (ours), but this year it’s September 12 because 2012 is a leap year.
Nairuz sounds pretty solemn — a religious holiday devoted to remembering martyrs. Still, we hope it’s a peaceful one for the Copts, who, as a religious minority in Egypt, tend to be singled out as scapegoats in times of social unrest.
Above is a picture of Saint George of dragon-killing fame, a favorite of the Copts and one of the most picturesque heroes in anybody’s calendar.
Guess who auditioned for Little Shop of Horrors?
Her first audition ever. While sick.
I am OWNING this college thing.
And now, shower and bed. Homework is FOR THE WEAK.
Unless I have to do something super important. But I don’t think I do. So it’s okay, right? It’s just reading, and in this class we have yet to actually discuss the stuff we’re supposed to be reading. I am confuse by this.
u.u
So I’ll let you guys know how much the theatre people loved my husky squawking at them. They said “excellent” when I walked out, but we shall see.
(I don’t know why I italicized that. It just seemed appropriate for some reason.)
GOODNIGHT, MY LOVES.
P.S.
First post, what whaaaaat?!
Only because I tried to comment on the last one and it was like “lol nope you can’t do that” and so I SOBBED and then there was no new thread so I refreshed the page obsessively and NOW HERE IT IS.
First post? Please?
That’s an excellent picture.
I need some advice: What does one write in a reply to an email from one’s grandmother that mostly consisted of advice on how to pray to Ganesh during an upcoming festival of some sort, when one doesn’t want to mention religion?
Pbbth WHY IS IT NEVER ME?!
So in other news, I have come to the conclusion that while sleep is for the weak, I am weak enough to need a bit of it that isn’t during English class and I actually set a bedtime for myself. Midnight, sharp.
Maybe my mom gives me a bit much freedom?
Ask her for a recipe for Ganesh. Ask her if you can use something else instead of almonds, because they’re hard to obtain.
Of course, she’ll never speak to you again.
Great scott, it worked.
Paul was trolling before “troll” was a verb.
PSSSSSSH WHO SAYS SLEEP IS FOR THE WISE
STAYING UP LATE TO DO ENGLISH HOMEWORK WHILE DISTRACTING MYSELF ON THE MB, THAT IS WISE!
To quote Ender’s Game: “Early to bed and early to rise makes a man stupid and blind in the eyes”
My birthday is in two days! Anyways, I got invited to be in the tech crew of some local singing contest thing, which is cool. We’ll see how that goes, I haven’t touched a spotlight in a few months, maybe a year, i don’t know…
(CO: Just thank her for the advice and change the subject a fast as you can)
Happy September!
(preview isn’t working is that just my computer?)
Seems to be your computer, it works fine for me
Huzzah, it is September. Autumn is drawing nearer; I had forgotten that it is now 23 days away. Come, cold winds and cloudy skies!
There are four days left until I arrive at school; hopefully I will write 2 IB essays and complete other review sections. The less time there is, the more energy I have, seemingly, and I am not leaving this for the last day.
I just remembered that I was going to research the effects that a thunderstorm has on the human body, such as how one has more energy when outside before/during/after one. Has anyone else felt this?
I’ve mentioned my thunderstorm-related abilities on MuseBlog before, I think.
I have *checks*… 8 days until school starts, and am now rereading Lord of the Flies and doing my homework for that as well. What you say seems to be true for me as well, I was dreading doing it, which is probably why I procrastinated so long, but now actually doing it it isn’t so bad.
ChoklitO- “it’s so good to hear from you! I’m glad to be able to talk to you. Thank you for the advice!” and then move on to other topics, such as school.
Grandmothers ALWAYS want to hear about school.
Hmm, waiting for some files to transfer onto my flashdrive so I’ll update.
New things:
School starts tomorrow, I’m a freshman… I had band camp though, so i think I’ll be all right.
First parade is on my birthday. (sigh)
Mm-mmm, you all wish you had our drum major. I definitely do not have a crush on him (that would be… creepy)m, but he is a fiiiiine catch.
*very very nice
*UM HIS ARMS
*very very handsome
*very very good at drum majoring
*has the respect of everyone
*can conduct
*signals us with a heart-sign to start fight song short
*etc etc GAH HE’S AWESOME
(I also approve of how the saxes keep hitting on him, it’s hilarious but I didn’t say that)
CLAMP binge. Hnnnnnngh it’s canon it’s canon it’s canon YOU STUPID FAICHII SHIPPERS
KuroTomo and FaiSaku I suppose I can deal with. But FaiChii just ugh ugh ugh.
GENDER DOESN’T MATTERRRRRR
Playing through poptropica again. Wow, it’s been a while. An island a night so far, still have most solutions memorized.
Hmmmm I want to rant about TRC but I don’t know if anyone would want to hear. Anyone else read it? (because the manga is so much better than the anime)
Ahhhhhh sleeptime. Bye.
Ah, fall. When my allergies cease to be and I can breath out of my nose again. *sniiiiiiiiiiffffffff
Why does practicallly no one else have school yet!? asdfghjkl; I’m tempted to hate you all.
She Who Is In Her Fourth Week Of School would like to say hello.
*points at self*
She who just finished her third concurs. When did you start?
Aw, I’m sorry for making an assumption. *choklit and kittens*
I started August 31st. They say it’s so we don’t end in the middle of June, but it usually ends up happening anyways because of snow days and such. *shrug*
Question: When do you guys get out of school for the summer?
I get out usually around June 28th (rough guess), but I’m guessing you get out earlier to make up…
This year, my school year starts September 7th and ends June 15th.
Hey St George! I hear a lot about St George.
Hi!
(No, I don’t have anything else to say.)
Has anyone ever had one of those times when you refer to yourself as “this part of my brain, that part of my brain, and me” to justify having a three-way argument with yourself? I seem to be having one now.
Well, actually, it’s more like a two-and-a-half way argument. About Doctor Who. As I’ve posted before, I’ve only begun watching it fairly recently, but for a while now, one part of my brain won’t shut up about it. It’s constantly thinking about various “awesome” parts of various episodes. Due to reverse-psychology, or something like it, the second part of my brain has decided that I shouldn’t watch a single episode of Doctor Who until the first part of my brain shuts up about it. I currently agree with the second part of my brain. The strategy seemed to be working, too – the first part of my brain has quieted down recently – until my parents were flipping through channels on the TV and I saw in the info about an episode of Ripley’s Believe it or Not “See the man with two hearts!” And now it’s started all over again. *groans*
IN my opinion, watching a show while you’re excited about it is more rewarding than trying to force yourself to be less excited and ends up dulling the experience. And liking Doctor Who is a good thing, why try to make yourself like it less?
I have dreams about Doctor Who if I go for long enough without watching it. And now that it’s not summer anymore and I can’t watch TV on a school night, they’re a weekly occurence.
Jadestone- It’s a sort of instinctive thing. I’m the sort of person whose instinctive reaction to “hurry up!” is to slow down. This is the first time the person yelling at me to “hurry up!” has been myself, so this is the odd result. I don’t think it has to do with liking it less, so much as not thinking about it 24/7. Eh, the second part of my brain got what it wanted at this point, so I’m going to start watching it again anyway.
Agent Lightning – Wow.
Guess who just got back from callbacks?
And who still doesn’t know what part she’ll be, but whatever. It was fun. Now I’m SO TIRED. And about to be all “homework? pfffft no. SLEEP.” for the second night in a row. Maybe being involved with theater is NOT a good thing. :/
ANYWAY.
Pretend you didn’t just read that.
Also, textbook that came today is in awful shape, totally not as described on Amazon. Caaaaaake. Am I the only one who abhors highlighting? It is SO DISTRACTING. BLAH.
I could take the battered condition, despite the seller being all “VERY GOOD CONDITION!!!!!!! WOOT WOOT!!!!!!”, but TONS OF HIGHLIGHTING?
No.
I refuse to accept this.
BAHHHHHHH.
fiddler — lol one of the books i ordered for a class FELL APART INTO THREE PIECES when i took i opened it out of the mail. i ended up not needing it but i was still side-eyeing that seller like you wouldn’t believe. definitely the spine being broken in two places qualifies as poor condition and not fair. tricksy hobbitses!
theatre sounds fun!
~for my own part, school has been good so far, i’ve had all my classes but one (which i on monday!) and so far i like them all. so not used to having no morning classes though. waking up after 9am throws my whole day off, so i’ve had some weird free time in the morning all week. not bad, as complaints go
Fiddler&Axa- MAKE SURE TO GO ON AMAZON AND RATE THEM BADLY AND POST A NEGATIVE REVIEW because seriously that sort of thing is the worst
RE: Textbook problems (Axa – that sounds extremely sucky. I’m sorry.) I opened my math textbook for the first time a few days ago so I could do my math homework, and BAM – all of the answers were written right next to the problems in blue. And when I say next to the problem, I mean literally NEXT to the problem – not hidden at the back of the book somewhere or something. Like, screw doing the actual problem, we’ll just give you the answer! LOL
But in more seriousness, it actually is fairly annoying as it appears like it would be a teacher’s edition but it doesn’t indicate that anywhere – on the cover, or in the title pages, etc, and it’s the exact same ISBN number as the kids who have the right textbook that doesn’t just throw the answers out there for you. I’ve told my teacher and my mom contacted the company, but STILL. Textbook problems are the worst. Except for when it means you have the answers, of course. ALL KNOWING? I think yes. (That’s going to be my new tag line.)
Other then that, so far high school is going swimmingly. I hope the same can be said for all of you and your school adventures. Stuff.
I can’t stand when it has the answers. Call me a nerd, but I feel like I’m cheating when I don’t do my work. (I wonder why…) At first when I read that I though you got it used, and someone had written the answers in blue ink. But… yeah, teacher’s edition… I’d try and get a new one.
On the subject of textbooks, the middle school loans all of ours to us for free. And I got a brand spanking new algebra textbook (we’re the first algebra class). Actually this is kind of a bad thing because then at the end of the year, any damages are your fault.
I agree with you. When I check the answers for my maths homework, I’m careful not to look at the ones for the problems I haven’t done.
And I’d rather have a slightly used book than a new one. We had new copies of an English novel this year, and mine got squashed in my bag so now there are creases down the front cover, which has made the plastic covering go weird. I’m amazed at the people who graffiti their textbooks IN PEN, when we have to write our names in the front and everything.
Forgot to mention that OH GOD PACKING. Why do I have so many things. Why are they now all over my floor when they were ALREADY IN BOXES. But those boxes were not good enough or something so I have to figure out how to get it all differently into boxes and I don’t even know anymore.
So abandoning that for a while and going into the city to visit some friends who are already at school instead! Woo!
And tomorrow is a jewelry show I am so excited. SO MANY SHINY THINGS. SO CHEAP. YESSS.
Meh, I was going to go all fancy with tenor saxes and get a nice used one that was all professional and un-shiny and weird and cool and stuff, but then I thought “meh, I don’t like the tenor sax as much as say, altosax and trombone, it’s all weird to play,” and then I found an intermediate one on the internet for the price of a used pro trombone and thought “yeah, I’ll look into that.”
Maybe later on I’ll get the Conn. Even if just for the pleasure of setting it on a stand in a glass case in the living room.
Okay, finally have enough time to be on MB again after a week settling in at BU and doing community service in Boston.
Everything is great, I survived the hurricane, I went to Cape Cod to help remove invasive thorny trees and I harvested organic squash for a hunger relief organization. It’s been a lot of work, but so, SO much fun.
that sounds wonderful! *hugs*
I’m going to [town where Anakin lives] this weekend! Except he’s away at [giant faraway arts/self-reliance festival]. But we’re getting together on Monday OH YEAH!
Sleep update: I have the ability to fall asleep in any of my classes, but not at night. Maybe I just never got over the jetlag from Singapore?
jade, starr — i was able (well, my mom did
) to mend the book so it would have been usable, but i was still like…REALLY?
i’m glad HS is going well, starr!
i’m currently looking for intensive/immersive summer language programs, but i can’t find any for japanese that aren’t IN japan and don’t cost 4k+
argh…does anyone know of a college that offers a good program?
I recommend either Concordia Language Villages or Middlebury College’s Language Schools. CLV is mostly in Minnesota. I did a 2-week Spanish immersion camp at one of the villages, and it was lots of fun. I know they do 4-week camps for college credit as well, so maybe look into that. My cousin did something for French through Middlebury a while ago, and their programs are really well known. While I have no personal experience with Japanese at either of them, this might be a good starting point. Good luck!
My sister did a 4-week Spanish program at Concordia this summer and she really liked it!
Oh yeah, I remember that she was getting ready to go when we Kokonvened. I’m glad it went well for her!
I agree with Middlebury; I visited a few weeks ago. Languages are split up around campus and no native speaking is allowed… although it’s $9,500 for 8 weeks, June to August.
i will look into the concordia one! but ugh i’ve always wanted to do the middlebury camps, i only wish they weren’t so expensive (as jakob said…le sigh. maybe i can figure something out though…hmmm)
Went into town to see a gallery show by a friend of the family. It was really interesting. Odd though. It was a small gallery so we went across the street to an art museum and examined the outside sculptures. (Well, my dad did; I mostly just skipped all over the place (it was a skipping night) without my shoes on. In the road.) Then we mostly just explored the nearby galleries and ate free food and listen to live music. That was cool too. We had fun. It was the sort of evening that makes me want to skip barefoot in the middle of the street.
POIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FOREVER.
I AM JADE AND I APPROVE OF BOTH THIS MESSAGE AND THE CAPITAL LETTERS USED TO EXPRESS IT
I’ve been sorting through my desk and I found the old sophomore math stuff I was looking for (there’s this class project thing going on to try and find all the notes for all the compulsory courses in high school so we can all study for the matura) and I wanna be a sophomore again. Everything was so easy back then! Okay, I took for granted that math would always be easy and spent my time building pyramids out of misc. objects in the back of the classroom, but still *sigh*
Kai’s friends: “Okay, the ceremony is over and it’s only 8:30. Let’s go somewhere in Boston!”
Kai: “I know somewhere we could go…”
Kai’s friends: “Cool! Where?”
Kai: “My aunt e-mailed me a link saying the Museum of Science has free stargazing on Friday nights until 10.”
Kai’s friends: “Do you really think we want to find out how to get there on the ‘T’ and then ride the ‘T’ for half an hour just to get to a museum when we could be clubbing or shopping or something?”
Kai: “Maybe?”
Kai’s friends: “NO.”
*Kai goes back to her dorm*
Other WISE (Women in Science and Engineering) floor girls: “Hey, we’re hanging out and getting to know each other.”
Kai: “Okay. Hey, my aunt sent me this link, and…”
Other WISE girls: “Cool! Let’s all go next week!”
I think I’m on the right floor.
So I haven’t really had the time to post anymore. NO idea how all of the other new freshman on here are doing it. And now that it’s the weekend and I have the time to go on, so much has happened that I don’t know where to start telling you. So I won’t say anything at all.
Just…I wish I had actually been able to be active in Bunny Apocalypse Rebooted.
I saw Panic At the Disco live last night. Right next to the stage. So close to Brendon Urie.
For three dollars.
I still can’t believe that it was not a dream.
WHAT
FLAILING IN WORDLESS JEALOUSY
just watched part of a doctor who episode
and great scott
I have found my true purpose
there is no turning back
WELCOME MY FRIEND
WELCOME
ME TOO!!! Except that was me three weeks ago.
That was me three months ago.
WELCOME.
Which episode was it? What season? Which Doctor? Which comanion?
That was me three years ago.
That was me two years ago.
((C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!!!!!))
That was me nine months ago.
That will likely be me in the future.
Yamaha makes tenor saxophones.
Yamaha makes outboard motors.
Let’s hope they don’t sound anything like each other.
Why wouldn’t you want your outboard motor to sound like a tenor saxophone?
We’re not allowed to bring outboard motors to school, so I couln’t play it in the jazz combo.
So you know that problem I was having with my suite-mates locking the bathroom door that I posted about on the rants and plaints thread? Well, problem solved. Because I figured out how to pick the lock. It’s not that difficult, just a simple deadbolt. If I just get something thought the hole in the handle and turn it, it opens. Interestingly enough, the object that works beset for this type of picking is another key–the one for my PO box.
In other news, I went to the roleplaying club at my college today. Signed up for a newbie game. It seems to do mostly roleplaying and geek movie marathons. LOTR was suggested and accepted right away. So was Star Wars. I suggested Firefly because I still haven’t seen it and probably won’t get a chance to unless it’s at an event like this.
I had the problem last year at Governor’s School. The only problem was that when I tried to open the door, the door knob on the other side would fall off. And then it was impossible to open the door period unless someone cam in on the other side to screw the knob back on. And then I had to wake them up, which was no very happy making.
That does sound worse than my situation. At least I figured out a way to open it without bugging them. Which is good, you know, because they aren’t there for me to bug very often.
Poi are awesome.
I didn’t really get it, but two nights ago I started learning some stuff with two poi (just split time, opposites, stuff like that), and I am crazily in love. All I want to do is poi. I’m working through the beginner tutorials on playpoi, and they’re great. I love poi!
Also, I’m taking an Arabic class online this year, and it starts on Wednesday, and I’m so excited!
Good luck with your Arabic class! If you ever need any help…
I just watched Aladdin and Hercules. I wanted to watch Mulan, because she’s my favorite, but unfortunately I don’t have it… Meg is much cooler than I remembered, though. I’m still not a big Jasmine fan, but Aladdin is awesome.
Disney movies rock.
I suppose Meg IS rather awesome, but I still don’t like that movie. It just made so many negative changes! I don’t even want to COMPARE it to the actual myth; it would be sacrilege.
I pretend they’re completely unrelated so that I can enjoy the movie.
Same.
disney movies rock my socks! It’s so much cooler to watch them when you’re older too because then you get all of the sexual jokes they throw in there that go over your head when you’re a kid!
I never watched most of them as a little kid either! My boyfriend freshman year introduced me to a lot of Disney movies and it was my first time seeing them.
GAH DISNEY *garlic*
I think that if you grow up around Disneyland you gain a much more favorable view than you would otherwise….
*high five*
BE CAREFUL with that garlic. Do you want to start another war?
*eats gaaaaaaarlic*
*drinks blooooood*
Nonono this should stop now.
Hey, that garlic was protecting me from Disney!
I recently watched Beauty and the Beast … I think Belle is my second favorite Disney princess, with Mulan being first. Also, I never noticed before, but only the candle has a French accent when all of them are supposed to be French. The clock even has a British accent, what’s up with that?
So… I just got a 3DS!!! It’s really amazing!!!
I was transferring some of my pokemon to White just to see how it works. The poketransfer guy, Andrew Park, is definitely a chameleonized Doctor. So is Looker.
I also got Ocarina of Time 3D. It’s my first Zelda game! I thought it was fitting because Ocarina of Time was the first Zelda game for a lot of people my age. The 3D is amazing. I like smashing pots.
I’m so jelly. I’ve been playing OoT on an emulator since I don’t have an N64. If I weren’t a poor college student I’d buy myself a 3DS. Or maybe you could just give me yours? *smiles brightly*
Cousins are here! MUSE READING COUSINS! I am trying to get them to try out the blog. We shall see if I meet with success.
Wanna hear a joke? BLACK MESA.
Haha, fat chance.
That was a joke? Ha, ha. Fat chance,.
Actually, there really is a fat chance. It’s highly improbable that you’d lie about that…
Anyway, this cake is great.
((Tangerine and Hibiscus promised to get me Portal for my birthday!
They haven’t actually bought it yet, though. Maybe for Christmas, if I get them something they want …))
It’s so delicious and moist ((that’s what she said))…look at me, still talking when there’s science to do.
Look at me, still talking when there’s science to do!
When I look out there it makes me GLaD I’m not you!
I have experiments to run, there’s research to be done, on the people that are….
Still Alive! *da da-da da da*
Why is it that I only just discovered that Exile Vilify is on iTunes?
So last night was excellent. Well, all of yesterday. Went to the local renn faire with friends, which is always good. Didn’t buy much of anything (we got there late as we’d gotten lost. Was probably better that I didn’t have time to buy anything, though). But! At one shop there was the Witch King of Angmar’s suit of armor! It was awesome. After the Renn Faire we all went to a ballroom dance at my school. I’d forgotten how much I’d missed those. I’d also forgotten how much I like tango is the best. So’s polka and swing. But this was the first dance of the year and, as is tradition, we’d hired a band to play. My professor came over to some friends and I and points out one of the musicians and tells us this guy has met Tolkien! Our reaction: !!!!
That was pretty great. We all got to talk to the guy and he shook our hands and such and was a really neat person to talk to in general.
Then I went back to my dorm and ended up staying up rather late talking with friends. I like people. I like college.
Went to my first NCSU football game yesterday, which was pretty awesome! Afterward it was interesting though…
We thought we were going to smart by leaving the game early, so we set out for the bus. However, when we get there, the busdriver tells us that his bus was not for students, despite the fact that it was a Wolfline bus, which is the normal transit system for students. We were suspicious, but we followed his directions to catch a different bus that was supposedly in the opposite direction.
So we walk.
And we walk.
And we walk by tailgaters with nasty beer cans, trash, and puke thrown everywhere.
And we walk faster.
We pass a group of policemen who seem to have no idea that there is a bus stop nearby.
By this time we’re walking along the highway heading into downtown Raleigh and we’re kind of mad because there obviously was not a bus stop. Essentially we have a really long walk ahead of us that involves major sketchy trudging along a highway at night with drunk guys in trucks driving past and yelling at us. So we walk until we reach a Wafflehouse. My friend calls her Dad who lives nearby and who is happy to give us a ride simply because he hasn’t seen his daughter in a while.
Have any of you ever been to Wafflehouse at night? It’s very sketchy. That’s all I can say.
And so the moral of this story? Don’t trust busdrivers. They are devious.
i walked to trader joe’s this morning and got a bunch of stuff! well mostly snacks/cereal/granola bars etc since i don’t have a mini fridge in my room (YET…) but i am currently nomming on some dried seaweed and omg i am in looooovee
also it is weirdly kind of overcast right now (?!) and the view from my room is AWESOME. i can see the mountains gadkjhsg i wish we would ahve a thunderstorm
oxlin – that all sounds great!
kiwi — that is the worst! that’s really weird the bus driver would tell you that. i’m glad you all got home fine!
Here too… there was thunder last night.
IT MUST BE A SIGN. FROM GOD. ABOUT POLITICS.
When I was walking on the National Mall one evening during my NASA internship in DC, a thunderstorm started up while I was walking back to the Smithsonian Metro station. I started telling myself jokes to keep from getting freaked out about the storm.
*thunderclap*
Me: “Somebody must be doing something evil. Yeah, MWAHAHA to you, too.”
*flash of lightning over Capitol building*
Me: “They must be cutting our budget.”
I found a nice big park (as in 1500 acres) that’s not too much of a drive away, so I went on a hike today. It’s a nice big forest and the path lies along a little river that you can see through the trees sometimes. It was more of a mountain biking path than a hiking path, but that’s fine. The bug level was very low, which was pleasing. The only other person I saw was a man with his dog, though there were some bikers on a big gravel trail that cuts through near the trailhead of the trail I was on. Naturally, I brought my ocarina, and after I had walked three or four miles I found a suitable log, sat down, and played it. It was very peaceful. I wonder how far the sound traveled–pretty far, I think; the air was fairly still today.
Anyway, my roommate and most of my other high school friends went back home for Labor Day weekend, so I’ve had some much-needed rest. I feel much less stressed out than I had been feeling. My sister and her boyfriend are coming out to visit tomorrow, so I’d better tidy up my room. And get some dinner before the only open food hall closes. (Apparently they think that the students that don’t go home over Labor Day weekend don’t need to eat much. Alas.)
Watching Doctor Who is an odd experience when you know some of the quotes in advance. Especially if you don’t remember (or don’t know) that they are from Doctor Who until you come across them in an episode.
Hey guys, guess who popped her hip yesterday and could barely walk, was nauseous all day, and now her neck hurts?
Go on, guess.
Awwwww. Get well soon. *huggles and squid*
All of the 28 relatives in my one story house just left… It feels weird, the house not being crowded to the limit.
Why is it everything goes wrong at the worst times? One of the bathrooms broke, leaving us with one shower and toilet for 32 people.
My aunt who used to work at NASA showed us a bunch of pictures from the Endeavour that showed a bunch of different engineers. It was cool to see all the people who worked on that.
I’m ashamed of how much paper I used to get a campfire started, but in my defense it had rained the night before and the wood was spare and soaking wet.
Happy Labor Day! The entire point of everyone coming over was to celebrate Labor Day, but they all left Labor Day morning… It seems odd.
One of my uncles who came over was all obsessed with our family genealogy. He is planning a huge family reunion with about 400 people coming to a city founded by one of our ancestors. He was literally falling asleep at the computer looking up relatives. He didn’t sleep much because he was so into finding out all of the family history- it was really crazy.
Wow! I didn’t know that about your aunt!
Oh, yeah, she does something about the landing, I can’t remember what exactly. Something about the hatches… She mentions that she has lots of paperwork too though.
Rainbow just saw Deathly Hallows for the second time. It was just as awesome as the first. Although it bothered her that when they were evacuating the school, they made ALL the Slytherins leave without giving them a chance to stay and fight. That’s kind of House-ist …
Maybe they didn’t want to risk having Enoby and her fellow goffs in the fight. Caking preps.Also, an awkward unwanted hug shall be henceforth referred to by Rainbow as a Dracohug.
Oh, and Rainbow has a new jacket! It’s a sort of light tan color with buttons and a fluffy hood.
All my hugs are Dracohugs.
I agree! Didn’t a few of them choose to stay in the books?
Yes, that really bothered me. Professor McGonagall knows that not all Slytherins are evil. The moviemakers don’t. Sigh.
Didn’t she send them to the dungeon? And isn’t that where the Slytherin common room is? Maybe she was just confining them to their house.
If Slytherins are really as crafty and determined as they’re supposed to be, maybe some of them sneaked back in to fight.
I had the following random idea for a MuseBlog Fanfic today:
An enemy of MB creates a time machine and tries to prevent the blog from ever existing by manipulating events so that the GAPAs die before they can ever meet, and MBers chase the bad guy across time to thwart this plot.
So some of those near misses I’ve had along the way weren’t actually misses? Scary!
I can think of some close calls, too. At least two of them while I was on my way to your house, come to think of it. We should congratulate the time-traveling MBers on their good work.
I’m not sure if it’s because it’s super confusing or if I’m just too tired, but I don’t understand what you mean.
I meant that some of the almost-accidents I’ve had weren’t actually accidents, but assassination attempts that time-travelers from the future thwarted while I remained oblivious.
Something interesting just happened. My dog was in the front yard and when I heard him suddenly start barking like crazy. I ran out and started to tell him to stop when I saw my elderly neighbor lying in the middle of the street next to her trash bin. So she had fallen over and was resting until she could get up. But if my dog hadn’t barked at her I would never have gone out and found her…
Is she all right?
I got all of my homework done before 1 AM the morning of school.
Success.
But now I have to wake up in five hours, so I don’t think I really won, did I?
YEAH SO HAVE TO BE UP IN UNDER 6 HOURS
FIRST DAY OF CLASSES TOMORROW
COLLEGE ARE I DOING IT RIGHT?
No, no I am not, I do not know my room numbers or where my phone is because the boyfriend came over and DOWNLOADED VIDEO GAMES ONTO MY COMPUTER and now I will never get anything done ever again (until I put them in a password protected folded tomorrow, because right now I need to find my phone/alarm clock and maybe actually try that sleeping thing out? In any case I will go lie horizontally for a few hours to offset the shrinking caused by the compression of my spine as I stood all day).
First day of eighth grade today! I’m excited!
Audition in an hour, I’m going crazy with nerves.
Let us know how it went, ‘Fishy!
It actually was not as bad as I expected! I sang my piece, in French I may add, which I don’t speak haha. They noted that and were very positive and friendly. I think I was all on key.
Fingers crossed for me, please!
*gives squid*
*crosses fingers*
Well, it wasn’t the part I wanted, but I got a part. Yaaaay!
So, O cosmopolitan MBers: Does anyone know anyone in Panama who might like a dog?
One of my co-workers has friends in Gamboa who have taken in a stray dog and are looking for a permanent home for it. It’s a young dog, past the puppy stage but not yet full grown. As far as I can tell from a photograph, it looks like a very nice dog. I figured it couldn’t hurt to ask around on the blog. You never know.
Hrm, I have a friend in Panama City, but she’s allergic to dogs… I’ll ask if she knows anyone who might want one.
The worst thing about school is being gone for two and a half months and feeling like you never left.
I had good day overall, though.
Except for Spanish. Oh my god, my Spanish class makes me want to become a serial killer.
(This is not a serious remark. I’m not a murderer.)
Why, may I ask?
The majority of them are orange, do not care about school whatsoever, are obnoxious, don’t care about the class, and snicker whenever I talk.
Also, we’re sitting in alphabetical order, so I can’t even sit near the one friend I have in that class.
Orange?
Spray tans.
The that makes me want rampage in Spanish is the guy that talks at the beginning of every listening thing who says that exact same thing in a monotone every time.
Listening Activity, Chapter 2. Today you will be listening and responding to a *describes activity*. You will hear each statement *infuriating pause* twice.
Our French CD does that too. Listen. Listen. Listen to the conversation. Just Listen. Just Listen. It’s a little bit terrifying.
Just finished Doctor Who series 5! I’m almost caught up now!
Um, GAPAs? My birthday isn’t September 6th, it’s actually June 9th, but I’m pretty sure you made a happy birthday thread for me then. You can take down this one.
Ah, the old 6/9 vs. 9/6 switcheroo. We’ll fix it.
On a similar theme, it says that on September 21, Silverleopard is 5, old. I like to think that that comma is serving as a conjunction (as is done in newspaper headlines).
Google Calendar does that sometimes. I have no idea why.
Spending my only free hour today eating dinner and listening to ’80s stadium rock. Thanks, Google doodle.
I’ve listened to nothing but ’80s music (mostly pop, some rock) for the last few days. It’s entirely unrelated to Freddie Mercury’s would-be-B-day, though.
Are google doodles usually this fancy or is it just special?
I think the Freddie Mercury doodle is on the more elaborate end, but some others have been awfully impressive: Jules Verne’s 183rd birthday doodle, February 8th, 2011, was a sort of interactive underwater viewing device; and on May 22nd, 2010, a playable Pac-Man appeared. One from June 9th, 2011 was a playable string instrument and recording device for Les Paul’s 96th birthday. I notice that these all appeared globally (sometimes a doodle will only appear in relevant countries–like Fourth of July is only shown in the U.S.) I expect that more effort goes into the global ones–and I know that whenever the Google Doodle Maker thinks en can have some fun with a day, then en takes advantage.
Did you know you can view and play with all the past doodles online? (GAPAs, if I’m not allowed to say that, I apologize and understand.)
Google dot com slash logos.
Yup!
So like two counties away there was a tornado or something? And our school took precautions?
LUNCHTIME.
Agent Lightning walks into the cafeteria with nerdfriend TWOO. Agent Lightning sets down lunchbox. Agent Lightning walks into bathroom.
A FEW MINUTES LATER
Agent Lightning walks out of bathroom with, coincidentially, archenemy SWSNBN and co. Agent Lightning notices apparent lack of students. Agent Lightning is yelled at by custodian. Agent Lightning and SWSNBN and co are ushered to media center. Agent Lightning, SWSNBN, and co are shoved into closet. Agent Lightning, SWSNBN and co, and twenty other eighth graders are yelled at to be quiet and get in a “protective crouch”. Agent Lightning notices Paperclip, Red, Turtle, and others in said closet. Said closet is also school “morning announcements newsroom”. Agent Lightning nearly topples an expensive camera! Agent Lightning sits. Agent Lightning sits. Agent Lightning sits. Twenty eighth graders have not eaten lunch. Paperclip starts Donner Party and ques up people to be eaten. Agent Lightning grows bored. Agent Lightning is still bored. Agent Lightning continues to be bored.
Agent Lightning sees back issues of School Library Journal. Agent Lightning wants back issues of School Library Journal. Agent Lightning, being tall, stays at the back of the Donner Party que. Agent Lightning nearly perishes anyway. Of boredom.
TEN MINUTES LATER
Agent Lightning is released.
That is how my day went.
*yawn* At least pep band went well.
Agent Lightning encountered a POINTLESS TORNADO DRILL! What will Agent Lightning do?
Agent Lightning used POST ON MUSEBLOG! It’s super-effective!
Pointless Tornado Drill fainted!
So I think I forgot how to make friends? I feel like I should probably do that sometime. I mean, I’m fine with hanging out with my high school friends, but some new friends would be good too?
Wait, you mean you really forgot?Or is that a figure of speech? Please tell me when you find something that could help a person learn/relearn, whatever the case may be; I never did to begin with, really; well, I did start recently, but I still don’t know much.
I think that, “Aside from helping people with their homework, or anything else they needed, she really didn’t know how to meet people. She didn’t feel like she was a shy person. She thought of herself as a take-charge sort of girl. And yet, somehow, if there wasn’t some request along the lines of “I can’t remember how to do long division” then it was just too awkward to go up to someone and say… what? She’d never been able to figure out what. And there didn’t seem to be a standard information sheet, which was ridiculous. The whole business of meeting people had never seemed sensible to her.
But let it be quite clear that Hermione Granger, sitting alone on the first day of school in one of the few cabins that had been empty, in the last car of the train, with the cabin door left open just in case anyone for any reason wanted to talk to her, was not sad, lonely, gloomy, depressed, despairing, or obsessing about her problems. She was, rather, rereading Hogwarts: A History for the third time and quite enjoying it, with only a faint tinge of annoyance in the back of her mind at the general unreasonableness of the world,” is the best way to put things, I think, if you just replace “Hermione Granger” with my name and “Hogwarts, A History” with a book that has actually been written.
Nyeh, I have school tomorrow. >_<
Also, Halloween costume idea! Decorated pillowcase with head and arm holes + cat ears + rainbow streamer cape = Nyan Cat. ^^
Idea stolen.
Yes! We must spread the Nyan power across the globe!
Can I do this too??
Kai’s First Day at College:
Statistics discusion- Teaching Fellow with Russian accent named Ivan walks in, tells us “This is Statistics discussion, but since there’s no discussion today, you all can go home.” So we do.
Anthropology 101- It looks like it will be a lot of work, but the readings were very interesting.
Archeology 101- I get credit for reading and talking about archeology. What’s not to love.
After class- I went over to the Center for Remote Sensing, and, having made a prior appointment, met Farouk El-Baz! Squee!
Best first day of school ever.
Hello all. So I am weirdly alert at night despite coming back from my very late Bio lab and tuesday being my busiest day and the closest thing I’ve had to downtime the half hour I spent reading 14th century Arab grammarians. I only got two pages into the prologue. They were devoted entirely to debating the authors lineage.
Anyhow now I have a little bit of free time and am facing the time old college question of do I kill time on tvtropes or do schoolwork despite nothing being due exactly tomorrow. Or clean. But I’m TIIRRRED and very very weak so I must sleep at some point. I should at least email my college adviser about meeting times because that was supposed to happen two weeks ago.
Good bye peoples I must go and do something else now. Perhaps I will return when my mind is not buzzing with logical proofs or the structures of large biomolecules.
10th grade starts tomorrow!
Meh.
Me too!
Guess who didn’t finish his English summer assignment until today!
I finished mine at 7:22 this morning! And yeah, the first day of school started today at 8.
What does one do when they think they may have contributed to a sprained ankle of the type that requires crutches?
So, Rainbow’s first day of 10th grade:
PE – Seems like the same thing as last year, running around while the teacher blows a whistle at us At least it’s in the coolest part of the day.
Orchestra – Might actually be better than last year, since I’m not in the last row anymore and most of the annoying kids got moved up to higher classes. And we have the same awesome teacher. And I practiced a lot over the summer.
French – Teacher seems nice/fun, but she speaks French a lot. Also, I currently have to sit on the couch because there’s not enough desks.
PotionsChemistry – Again, the teacher seems pretty cool. And my table group is nice, even if I don’t know them.Math – Nyeh. I have no friends in the class, the teacher seems kind of boring, and it looks like we’ll mostly be copying problems off the projector. T_T
World History – My friends aren’t in this class either, so I have no one to make Hetalia references with. ;_; And there’s a lot of work, but it could be fun.
English – I actually have a friend in this class! The teacher seems okay. I have to read Animal Farm by Monday …T_T
Sorry if this was too boring/self-centered. >_< Also, I never realized before how many Japanese-style emoticons I use …
Meh, interesting day today. First I’m asked “are you on drugs” by some kid in social studies because I’m staring out the window. (They said in health class that regular physical activity improves concentration in school, that’s probably why I can never focus
)Then he asks me if I see pink elephants in the sky and I tell him no, they’re bunnies. 
Then in band I get hyper off of Mussorgsky. We (the trombones) were playing Baba Yaga insanely loud and we got to Kiev and were like, “why stop here” and so it was like BOOM! overpowered by trombones BOOOOM BOOOM BUM DUM DE DUM DUM and at the end we started laughing so hard, I was red in the face and probably looked so stupid but hahaha that was just EPIC. In almost a fail sort of way since the band director was like “that was a bit too loud, trombones” and they probably heard us over in home ec and went “what the cake” and hahahahaha that was just so much fun.
Then advanced jazz combo and I IMPROVISED ON A TWELVE BAR BLUES AND OUTLINED CHORD CHANGES.
Then I went home and bought a tenor saxophone. The guy said the mouthpiece it came with was a Vandoren but it was a Selmer C*! In case you don’t know what that is, it’s like a really nice mouthpiece that costs like a hundred and fifty bucks.
oh man so school and stuff.
But also AWESOME METAL CONCERTS WITH EBETH/GRANT WOOOOO
and now all the work
SCHOOL IS BACK
DEMOCRACY, IT IS IN ACTION which is to say, the candidates for student council vice presidency gave speeches today in chapel. (There’s only one candidate for everything else.)
The only girl gave a pretty poor speech which focused on the lack of school spirit and was pretty vague on what she intended to do about it. She also said she’s the best for the job because she’s friendly. The next guy talked about how hot it was eating lunch in the outdoor cafeteria and promised to build shelters yeah right. Also, he promised to stop singing in the halls. The next guy, who gave the best speech, talked about how much experience he has. He also said that he wanted to be like a big brother, which made me laugh.
We’re going to vote for class representatives as well. I assume they’ll be giving speeches as well – hope so, anyway, because I don’t know what any of their platforms are. Well, I know that one girl plans to change the school uniforms if elected. And one boy told me I should vote for him because he’s awesome, and added that he mainly just wants the title.
Who to vote for, who to vote for…
Absence for ten days was not due to power outage, but rather to vacationing in Provincetown — where there’s saltwater taffy, sand dunes, gay people, etc.
Saltwater was disappointing, and so were the gay people, a bit — there was a distinct lack of flamingness. The sand dunes were okay, I guess. I did not have a lot of fun. I wish my parents would stop taking me on vacations. XD
2 HOUR DELAY ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL DUE TO FLOODING!!!
AND POSSIBLY MORE SINCE ROADS ARE CLOSED UNTIL PAST THAT AND THE SCHOOL HASN’T SAID ANYTHING ABOUT THAT YET!!!!!!!!!
SCHOOL IS CLOSED!!!!
Reporting after three days of school:
0. Bio: class with Dani and Michael. Teacher is awesome. So scathing…
1. Ancient Civ.: class with above again. I got lucky; apparantly the other teacher talks about hats instead of teaching. My teacher seems good, although I’m not getting called on a lot.
2. Spanish: nobody I’m friends with. I didn’t want to take this class. My teacher is hapa. I’m the only one who can ame all the capitals of Spanish-speaking countries. Apparantly we’ll never do anything in this class.
3. Drama: with Zac. Teacher= awesome, classmates= not so much. Lots of exercises at this point; there’s a blind girl in our class. Teacher has throat cancer.
4. English: with Justine and Kaila. Teacher very nice, looks somewhat like John Green. We start Mockingbird today.
5. Geometry: nope. Teacher likes me; rest of class stupid.
6. Marching band; with friends! YAYYYYY
Astronomy club meeting last night was lots of fun.
new symphony of science!
also i wish fall would hurry up and arrive, i’m okay with not having 100+ degree days anymore.
Um so…apparently I’m actually being kind of social. Isn’t that weird?! I mean not “Hihihi how’re you doingtellmeeeeeeeeveryyyythingthat’s ever happened to you!” (and there are people like that…:/) but I’m actually having conversations with people in my classes who I like. As in making an effort to talk and laugh with people I don’t know. Which is very very unlike me.
I must say I’m quite liking it.
Anyway school’s going pretty well even though there’s only half a million people. (Okay, 350.) I really love the high school. it’s very pretty
My classes are okay, my teachers are getting better (for the most part…).
I did collide with a kid in gym though. And then I ended up sitting on him. And the next day he came to school with crutches because another friend sat on his foot. I doubt I helped the situation. (The moral of this story is…stay away from me in gym class! Bum bum bum…)
We’re singing songs from Les Miserables in Chorus!
350 students= half a million people? There are nearly that many people in my grade at my middle school.
Yikes…for seven years the highest number of kids I’ve had in my grade is 45.
My high school had 2500 students, I believe.
I once sat on the girl with whom I shared a bus seat. I don’t remember it, but she told everyone. (“Oh, Agent Lightning? Don’t tell her or anything because I don’t want her to feel bad or anything… but she sat on me on the bus” and everyone she told told me anyway) Then she moved seats. Which was a good thing because then she got to sit with her friend and I got to sit with my saxophone/trombone.
I finally got around to making some ramen. The bowl I made it in is blue and translucent, so that color combined with the brown of the broth made it look like a seaweed-filled reef. I played some recordings of ocean waves to further the feel.
I really like my Latin professor. He likes to translate alliteratively. I don’t know if anyone else catches it (or finds it amusing), but I love it.
You know you are in the right place when you drop a book in Journalism and five people say, “The life of the Eldar is leaving you!”
That is all.
Next time someone in my vicinity drops a book…
For the record, it is also perfectly proper to follow someone’s burp with, “That is no orc horn.”
“Gee whiz I had insomnia last night, I’m so tired~”
“Oh? How bad?”
“I was up til 11:30!!”
“… ಠ_ಠ”
ARE YOU SERIOUS
WEAK
AM!!
Ugh, fire drill while in the middle of my homework. Now, bed.
More busyness today. Not much else to say that wouldn’t be a rehash of my recent posts. I’m alive, life is, if not good, than too busy to think myself into a depressive state.
I may add the rock-blimbing team to the list of clubs I am a part of.
Things people have called me today:
Bryan, Granna, Grant, Gra-ham, Gramma, Gran, Gabe.
What my name actually is:
Graham.
Number of people who asked if they could call me Graham Cracker:
4.
My middle name is Graham, so I’ve heard all the crackers comments, too. (From time to time I’ve used Graham as a first name, in telephone listings and other places I’ve needed an alter ego. It’s a cool name.)
I have a teacher named Graham. He’s pretty awesome.
It would be a good alter ego middle name. I like it.
I also like my middle name, Aviva, and I used to use it as a play name.
How about Ham Rag?
That sounds delicious.
Is this a Monty Python reference? (I feel like it is….)
Someone called me Gramps in French today. I’m not sure if he did it on purpose.
SFTDP
I meant yesterday, not today. I don’t have school on Saturday…
Today was my first day of 10th grade.
It went well, although I hadn’t actually realized beforehand that there would be people smaller than me again. It came as a bit of a shock.
Though I have few close friends in my classes, I get to see some of them at lunch, and all my teachers seem interesting and not overly strict or cruel.
Essentially the same, I have a few more friends in my classes, but I have easily the largest classes my teachers have. It’s not good.
The same thing happened to me! I totally forgot there were going to be seventh graders this year, and then I was like OH MY GOD SMALL CHILDREN
I have so many alter egos I almost can’t count them all. There’s Jade the Pokemon Trainer (sorry, Jade ^_^;;), then there’s Mesfyel, and Yendis, who is my opposite. (She has no glasses and wears her hair down, and has a British accent. She’s also very…violent. O.o) Also there’s Nikki and Kefra. So that’s five in all. Wow, if I ever want to be a spy, all I need is my blue wig, and I’m set!
So I was in the shower a little bit ago, washing my face and minding my own business, when I glance over at the shower curtain and see a two-and-a-half inch long cockroach.
Cake.
I’m getting pulled out of school today to see a presentation by Steve McCurry.
this morning i saw that one of the neighboring colleges is going to be hosting a TED talk and that there were only 300 tickets so i thought OKAY…I WILL SIGN UP FOR ONE
but there’s an actual application. o_o i feel super under-qualified! i don’t even know what i would put in accomplishments and ‘talk to me about’. I JUST WANTED TO SEE SOME COOL SPEAKERS……
Apply! You’re the next generation! You’re the future! Not to mention the Kokonspiracy. Of course you belong at the talk.
TODAY HAS BEEN A GOOD DAY
Ha! World domination, here we come.
OK, my first day of school:
1: Design and Drawing for production- design something on a computer, build it, rinse, repeat. Teacher is awesome, and I have many friends in this class
2: Trigonometry: Teacher is strict and gives too much homework, but I’ve had him before, and he isn’t that bad.
3: English: all Sophomores skipped 3rd for a lecture on new rules by the principal, so I didn’t have this today. However, the teacher is the same as last year, so I think it’ll be fine
4: Global: Teacher is great, makes class pretty fun. However, we do have a review quiz of last year on Monday
5: Study Hall
6: lunch: Have a good amount of friends here, and one of my other friends is trying to transfer to my lunch period anyway, so all is good.
7. Spanish: Same pretty boring teacher as last year, except a bigger class size. *Sighs*
8: Chem/PE (every other day) PE is as normal, chem teacher is great
9: Chem
I think I have around 100 kids in my grade, maybe 400 in the whole high school. For whatever coincedence/guidance counselors on purpose, my brother and I have the exact same schedule, down to every last detail.
*sigh* The people up in the school board/school seem to have forgotten that middle school is for sixth through eighth graders. I think what they’re looking for is the elementary school.
)
I’m really liking my teachers.
For the record, sixth through eighth graders do not enjoy being treated like they’re eight years old, nor having dumb acronyms, “behavior cards”, and a substitute for In School Suspension that’s so wet-noodle-y that I think I’d actually enjoy it. (The ISS teacher got moved to Home Ec, which is called Life Skills because Home Ec is what they should call it.
Plus the principal isn’t doing any “come in and talk to the principal” coffees for the parents this year, so guess who gets to be bombarded with questions about PTA and bus seating and who knows what by their over-involved PTA band mom!
Eventually the students will get fed up, hold a revolt, and in the process break all of the dumb rules.
Moral: Rules do not need to be presented on a platter with little sprigs of parsley and just enough basil and a pesto sauce with relaxing classical music playing in the background and fancy diamond chandeliers and candlelight and silk tablecloths and cloth napkins and three different forks and you show up to the thing wearing a ten thousand dollar outfit and all the chairs are made of solid gold and the floor is a fancy hardwood and all the forks are solid gold too and the chef is the world’s most renowned chef and will have biographies written about him becauseTHEY’RE STILL RULES.
Other than that, school’s going great.
WARNING: Extremely incoherant post ahead. Things have been… eventful.
I have learned how to write faster than a leaf moves when there is no wind! (They do move, you know; we just don’t see it). It’s a miracle. No, really. I’m absolutely overjoyed; this has been a major problem for me since kindergarten. Back then, everyone said it would go away in a year or 2 back then, but it never did, and it was just unbearable, and I’d given up, and YAY!
But my squish is moving. She is A) The second squish I’ve had on someone I actually know IRL, B) The only IRL squish I ever had a chance of ever becoming friends with, and C) This isn’t somethingh she is, but I had no idea until the last day I got to see her. I got her phone number, so normally since it’s a squish and not a crush it wouldn’t make that much a difference, but it does because A) I don’t have any close friends IRL right now, B) I don’t have many acquaintances IRL right now, C) She’s the only person I’ve ever met who I had a lot in common with and thought I’d ever get to spend much time with in the long term IRL, D) I had no idea, E) With the IRL friends I’ve had, when we visit each other, we always get bored because we can never find anything we both want to do, and I could tell this would happen with her, and most importantly F) The things we have in common are things that are much easier to talk about in the same place; she ‘s a naturalist like me and it’s simpler when you live with the same organisms, and she’s going to another state.
And I caught a cold, but I healed very quickly.
And my history teacher is ill, too, and the substitute had a real slave collar used when there were slaves in America. She let us HOLD it. Hold it! I couldn’t believe it. I especially couldn’t believe how mild everyone else’s reactions were. And there was a chain atteched, and it was so short and it was just horrible and it was right there.
Yet I STILL haven’t gotten into Pottermore. Ugh. It’s… what? The 8th? *checks* The ninth. But Methods of Rationality, which I’d given up on, is being updated every 3 days, and SQUEEE! And there was a book at my school library with a tardigrade section.
*Er, not anymore, but it was, and at least the author’s still alive.
I’m sorry about your squish. Is she the one who knows about tardigrades?
Speaking of tardigrades, ‘tardigrada’ was used as an example of classifying something in my school planner.
A slave collar?!
I haven’t gotten into Pottermore yet either, although I got an email that said I was in. The Insider says that they’re going to send them out every day for the next few weeks though, so that should be good.
No, I don’t really know her yet, although I’d like to.
Yes, it was… amazing and horrifying at the same time. It was just… wow.
Most importantly, I GOT INTO POTTERMORE. It won’t load yet, but SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, and I have a handcrafted llama finger puppet from Peru.
GIMME
I can haz?
Hey GAPAs & musers,
It’s been forever since I’ve been on here. & I’m really just briefly stopping by to say “hi” & *pie*. Hope you’re all well.
I’ve moved across the country & am now hugging the west coast. I’m going to art college; drawing & doing what I love. I’ve got a table at a small press fair (just me this time, last time it was as part of a larger collective) which is kind of really exciting, but means there are many trips to copy shops in my future (or just one really loooooong trip).
I kokonvened for the first time last summer. Fortune Cell & I were living in the same city at the time. Just a few months ago I was heading to a show I was performing in & she literally crossed my path exiting a pet store. It was like “Oh! Hey. That’s weird to run in to you here” Crazy coincidences.
In the spring I was published in a non-Muse magazine. It was a small illustration in an awesome feminist/LGBTQ/girls magazine type thang.
There’s nothing more today. I’m doing well & really enjoying life.
See you around.
Great to hear from you, Kagy! And so glad you’re doing what you love. Stop by any time to let us know how you’re doing!
Hey! Great to hear from you, and glad things are going well for you! I was wondering how you’d been; it’d been so long since we’d heard from you. Thanks for stopping in!
Woo! I survived my first week of college!
Have I mentioned how much I love my school? Because I do. It’s the best.
Also: I have a harp now.
My science teacher has expressed interest in Muse mag after never hearing about it before.
I like him.
Here is what just happened: My vision went purple. And then back. And then purple again. And now it’s on the green side.
What do you suppose it means?
In other news, highly creepy weather last night- the sky went purple when it was supposed to be dark, and it was really humid and hot, and then it started raining slightly, and the wind was blowing so hard a tree fell over.
You are the human spirit of the sky.
MWA HA HA HA HA HA…
Are you serious? We had a twenty-minute thunderstorm that alternated between drizzling and pouring. OK, everyone who experienced weird weather last night or today, raise your hands.
Your vision: Were you sitting with your head lower than your feet–possibly in the dark or with your eyes closed–before standing up quickly? If you were in the dark, did you go into a lighted area? I ask because those things, especially in combination, can affect my vision briefly. (I get pretty pinkish polka-dots overlapping with pale green dots sometimes.)
I have been told that color flashing in vision can also be a fore-symptom of migraine headaches–I hope that’s not the case.
Your weather: I’m glad nothing worse than the fallen tree resulted! I’m used to humidity and heat before a rain, and the purple sky doesn’t sound very odd to me, but the wind would have been concerning.
I was lying on the floor holding a book above my head and reading. No, I just kind of found it surprising, because there weren’t any noises to trigger the color, and no migraine either.
Purple sky is pretty unusual around here- there isn’t often that much light pollution. The wind was the creepiest part. It was a hot wind.
Hmm, had you just stood up from lying on the ground?
If that’s true, then it’s probably due to a drop of blood pressure in your eyes/brain when you stood up- that’s what happens to me all the time.
I’m sorry, I don’t understand part of that. Did the colors happen while you were lying down or after you got up? If you did get up, then it’s due to the blood pressure, as Enc said. I asked about the head-higher-than-feet position because that nearly always causes it in me. It can happen when I’ve simply been flat, but only rarely, so I didn’t think of it before.
If you were still on the ground, then I don’t know.
The sky I’m acquainted with gets wispy purple streaks sometimes when the sun is setting–a pale, slightly red-tinged purple.
Was the hot wind coming from the direction of the equator?
(No, I’m not a doctor or a meteorologist, but I play each on MuseBlog.)
I’m leaving for an orchestra audition in about an hour. I’m nervous.
How did it go?
Okay, I think. I’m hopeful.
Oh, funny.
I also went to an orchestra audition.
The auditioner told me (at the end) that I “Would be playing 1st on some pieces, and 3rd on some others.” due to my “nice high range”
For your information, my high range really only becomes good when I’m stressed or I love the piece. Or both.
Lucky. I don’t find out anything until Friday.
HOLY-
IT JUST HAILED! AND RAINED! HERE! IN SEPTEMBER!
*INCOHERENCY*
At leas my soccer game was canceled, and it didn’t rain at the football game last night.
omg right
i’m in the next county over at the moment but it rained here too and i was just like….I DON’T UNDERSTAND……
Wow, is there anywhere it didn’t rain? Last night there was a furious thunderstorm that only lasted about twenty minutes. This after an unseasonably hot September so far, too.
It didn’t rain here. Although it did rain and hail last week, so I guess that sort of counts.
Hahaha it rained here too but it is ohio and the whole time I have been here it’s been damp and drizzly and I am unsurprised.
WELCOME BACK
No, it didn’t rain here. It’s been really hot and dry.
There is a band piece called An American Elegy. (You can find it on YouTube; I’d recommend the concertbandland recording.) It was written by Frank Ticheli to commemorate Columbine, but I think that the themes it represents are intimately relevant to the events of September 11. Here’s the description on YouTube:
“An American Elegy by Frank Ticheli is, above all, an expression of hope. It was composed in memory of those who lost their lives at Columbine High School on April 20, 1999, and to honor the survivors. It is offered as a tribute to their great strength and courage in the face of a terrible tragedy. Frank Ticheli hopes the work can also serve as one reminder of how fragile and precious life is and how intimately connected we all are as human beings.”
It’s a stirring piece of enormous power. Please listen.
Amazing. Nice use of verbrado on the sax solo.
Good luck Shadowfire!
First contra of the year last night! Fun fun.
I also just tye-dyed two shirts and a tank top in front of our dorm. Woo!
Tomorrow is the first Quidditch scrimmage. I’ll have to be all captain-y for it, what. Slightly anxious but mostly excited to be able to hang out with that set of friends more again!
Collegeland is win. I don’t even know where to start describing my adventures so I will just not. Also I am super tired because I have consistently been getting six or seven hours of sleep and I have to stay up until like four tonight so I was trying to nap to Paul Simon but I realized that I couldn’t fully appreciate the music while asleep, and music is more fun than sleep anyway. GOD 9 AM CLASSES WHY.
Re: Rain: none here. It’s over 90 degrees and pretty much has been for like three weeks or whatever. WHAT IS THIS.
Miffed. Miffedmiffedmiffed. At everything.
I don’t like being in this kind of a mood.
So yeah, tomorrow is… the anniversary, but I don’t want to talk about that just now.
Today, since it was absolutely beautiful here in Boston, I decided to cross the river and check out MIT. Walking alongside the Charles and seeing the light sparkling on the water and the occasional boat going by was heavenly. And they don’t have as many big trees on their side, so I had this magnificent unobstructed view of the Boston skyline and the BU campus.
The MIT campus is more suburban in feel than ours, because the buildings are smaller and more spaced out between athletic fields, and a lot of them are in converted warehouses and factories. It felt a lot like Roosevelt Island, actually.
So I found their student union and checked out their bookstore, and I started reading a book about the changing portrayals of science and scientists in movies, but the store had to close soon, so I left. I found what I guess was the main building and they had a little gallery of artifacts related to famous alumni. I didn’t see any Feynman stuff, but they had a plaque Ron McNair had presented to the school after his first mission with a flown school flag. The little sign said a building at the school had been named for him in his memory, so… MUST FIND!
I got a map at the entrance and looked up where the McNair Building was… which turned out to be not too far away from Harvard Square, where I was then. (Yeah, Harvard Square is at MIT. If it was by the BU Bridge, we could have 3 school names for the price of 1, but it’s not.)
I found the building, and the door was locked, but I could see the inscription inside and a photo of McNair in his flightsuit. (Sadly, I didn’t have my camera with me.)
After that, I was headed back when I saw some people demonstrating swordfighting on the soccer field, and they invited me to watch the demonstration, so I did. It was great, I learned a lot and the two presenters were really funny. And they have lessons!
When the presentation was over, I headed back across the bridge and saw the lovely gibbous moon rising over Warren Towers. All in all, a wonderful day.
I was trying to find something to say, but I only came up with this.
Nothing’s ever built to last.
We tell ourselves it is. We tell ourselves what we build and what we do will stand on Earth forever, a mark of our passing, a reminder we were here. We try, in all the impossible, brilliant ways humans try, to live forever, and we lie and act and pretend and tell stories to keep ourselves believing it, and when all the beautiful shining things we build fall to the ground, we do what humans do: we build them back up again. Castles in the sand.
Castles in the sand, and fire in the sky. It’s been a funny ten years.
I miss them.
Well, better prepare for an onslaught of American flags, etc. when I leave the house today.
My sister just asked my mom, “What’s the big deal with the whole tenth anniversary thing? What’s the difference from the ninth anniversary?”
Base-ten number systems.
It’s an awful thing…
I wish I had more memories of it, but I was 5 back then so all I have is a vague memory of the teacher mildly freaking out in the middle of class after another teacher came in. Even that though, might just be me inventing something to fill in the memories I know must be there somewhere.
I like the look of the memorial, especially the fountain flowing into a hole where the base of one of the towers was.
I was watching a bit of the ceremony at ground zero, and someone speaking quoted a bit of Shakespeare that really hit me hard:
“Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.”
My pastor also gave a provocative comment where she asked us to imagine what might have happened instead of charging into war, we asked the leaders of the countries where the terrorists were based for help to root them out, instead of virtually invading their homeland.
Is anyone here [snip]? They sent me a friend request on [snip. Do we have to explain our policies again? –Admin.]
I’m really sorry. I assumed that if anyone here was, they would have mentioned the username already. And… the website that I had just mentioned in… the post I wrote before that, which I won’t number, seemed to be rather… well, a lot of people sort of ignored it, I suppose, because we were all SO EXCITED and it was in newspapers anyway, but that isn’t an excuse, and I hadn’t forgotten because I did think of it when people were asking for a thread on it and it didn’t get made, but I was sort of automatically posting that on various websites and didn’t think (and I would like to note that I was careful to make sure it wasn’t a website that anything dangerous could happen on because it’s a priority of theirs, at least, since they know that many of its users will be children…). But I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have contributed to the widespread ignoring of it for this particular website.
This post is kind of useless without the snipped information.
Oh, I don’t know. I’d say it’s informative in its way.
Meta-informative?
I assumed it was left as a reminder to everyone else.
Ten years ago I learned a new word: “terrorist”. My life, and the lives of my generation, has been defined by the events of that day. But I think it’s a hopeful definition, that we will not just remember the past, but make the future even better.
I really don’t know what to say.
*claps slowly* That was wonderful, Piggy.
I don’t know what to say here either other than flaming insults at Al Qaeda/Osama Bin Laden…
I wrote that sort of sentiment on the “Memory Board” at our college chapel today after the memorial ceremony.
“I know that nothing can make me 8 years old again, but, dear Lord, please don’t let hope for the future be something only children know. Please help us to realize that the 21st century is just beginning and to do all we can within those 89 years that remain to live in peace and improve life for all of our fellow travelers on this planet. And please, Dear God, help us to realize that we can start from today.”
I don’t remember it. I don’t remember anything. I didn’t find out about it for days and when my parents told me, I didn’t understand enough to care.
What I remember is seeing the footage for the first time and the bubble of shock that enveloped me for the next few hours. I remember reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly close and crying. Listening to An American Elegy and realizing how music can make pain almost tangible.
Magnitude is hard. Numbers are impersonal. When I think of the statistics, I freeze up. When I think of–no, feel–the stories, that’s when I am closest to ever understanding what really happened. The fear, the pain, the worry. What I might have actually felt if I had known, that day.
I was seven. I should remember. Were the teachers scared? Did my parents, even as they tried to protect my sister and me, let any of their fear through? That day changed a country, even a world. And I don’t remember anything.
Tonight, I’ll reread and relisten to second-hand emotions, trying to find among them my own.
Everyone, go to YouTube and search “Daddy I Miss You.” Click on the first video, it looks like a blond cartoon girl sleeping. My friend just sent me this and I cried my eyes out after watching the whole thing.
It’s sometimes hard to for me to understand 9/11, because it was so long ago and I was only seven years old. But I realize on days like today that it tore apart entire lives, piece by piece, in painful ways that I have not yet felt. It changed our country forever. It changed us all forever. I won’t forget.
Today I finished my weekend homework, had my missing phone returned to me, and discovered Paramore. It was a pretty good day, in my opinion.
WAIT SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN IT WAS A GOOD DAY I’M SO SORRY EVERYONE
I forgive you.
You’re allowed to say you had a good day today. No one’s going to keelhaul you.
On the contrary. You showed that you are not bound by the fears of the past and you realize that any day is a new one of which you can make whatever you please.
There is nothing to apologize for.
*hit* Don’t apologize so much.
I was three. I remember that iconic shot that’s everywhere now, the one of the towers side by side, billowing smoke. I saw it on TV, and somehow I still remember.
I was three when 9/11 happened. I don’t remember anything about it and I don’t remember my parents telling me about it. But I do remember in fifth grade when we watched footage of it for the first time. When I think about it all I can feel is a deep sadness.
We need to end hatred and prejudice and racism.
I was four, but I didn’t find out what happened until second grade …
I agree with Mikazuki about ending prejudice.
I wasn’t sure what to say about today’s anniversary. I’ve already posted the poems (“Smoke on the Hudson” and “Flashbulb Moments”) about it that I shared on other sites here in the Poems and Songs thread, so I feel it would be a bit like spamming to put them here, too.
But on another site, just by chance, a news photo of sunset over the Unisphere popped up on my dashboard. It was taken because the tennis stadium is near Corona Park and the US Open is going on, but since I know something about the structure and its history, it had another meaning for me.
I instantly remembered the theme of the 1964 World’s Fair that the Unisphere was supposed to symbolize and whispered it out loud:
“Peace Through Understanding.”
And if pictures speak a thousand words, then I hope this Photoshop piece I made can take the place of a longer musing:
I was there! I was just old enough to be enchanted by everything and remember so many details vividly all these years later. Staying at my great-aunt’s in Queens was exciting, too. By the end of our day at the fair, the heels of my socks had worn clean away.
My mom went there, too! She liked the waffles.
I was four, and I don’t remember anything about it at all. I’ve certainly always known about it, but I guess I never really thought about it? I never saw any footage until Friday, in History class. It just made me… sad, I suppose. I mean… cake. How could someone even do that?
I AM NOW A PUBLISHED AUTHOR!
In the poetry journal for the summer camp I went to. But still.
I was ten, and in math class, and the TVs were on showing the clip over and over again. When she picked me up from school my mom was crying.
And then a few days? weeks? later one of the guidance counselors came into my class to talk about the anthrax attacks, I have no idea why, and I was really confused because my parents hadn’t told me about them. And she must have picked up on my confusion because she came over and told me not to be upset, which, of course, made me upset.
Guidance counselors. Sigh.
I was six, but I don’t remember knowing anything about it until several anniversaries had gone by. It’s so strange following all of the coverage today, on the tenth of those, especially when every account seems to have this same notion of history being divided into a “before” and an “after”, with the 9/11 tragedy as the turning point. My personal history has no “before” to refer to, to see how the world has changed. We’ve always had to get to the airport hours early to go through security. We’ve always been at war in the Middle East. Pictures from New York have always had this skyline. Today my dad was showing me a photo album from his youth for a completely different reason, but it happened to include photographs from a family trip that they took to New York. In almost every picture, there were the twin towers – in the foreground, in the background, from below. It was such a shock to realize that they were just a part of the landscape then, marvels of engineering but ordinary skyscrapers still. They’ve taken on so much more meaning now. When I visited New York City for the first time this summer, I was happy to see the rebuilding at Ground Zero. I like the reflecting pools and the other symbolism. I’m happy that we’re able to rebuild and show resilience without forgetting. There have been lots of stories and first-person accounts in the news today, and it’s kind of overwhelming. I know I’ll never understand what it was like to be there, but I feel sad and confused and weary all the same. Am I allowed to say “Always Remember” if I don’t remember the day or the “before” or where I was when it happened? What is it like for kids who weren’t even born then? Some of them are almost 10 years old already, plenty old enough to be aware of the anniversary. It’s an odd day of grieving and memories and rebuilding, and as I think this post shows, I’m not quite sure how to respond to it on an personal level.
I was six and living in Scotland then. I don’t remember much about the attacks – I think because we weren’t in the country, it wasn’t so much of a big deal. I would say that the rest of the world noticed what was going on in America, but didn’t have much of an emotional connection. I remember my parents telling me what had happened, but I don’t remember associating much significance with the towers falling – I was more worried about the biological weapons that my parents had talked about.
It wasn’t until recently – in the last year or so – that I started to realize why Americans care so much about 9/11. Before then I saw it as tragic – horrific – but people die every day. Now I think I understand. I still don’t feel the emotional side of it like so many Americans seem to do, but I finally understand the full significance of the attacks, and what happened afterwards.
Today I’m not remembering the towers falling, because I have no memories of that. I’m remembering the effects of 9/11, and how it has changed our world. I’m remembering how America was turned upside down. I’m remembering the way we responded – both the good and the bad. But mostly I’m remembering the people who died, and the people who gave their lives trying to save others. I have no memories of them, but I will never forget them.
“And I’ll watch as the sun fills the sky that was dark,
And I’ll be remembering you.”
I was eight. I remember it perfectly well–so many students being picked up early, me not having any clue what was happening, and suggesting that a plague had started…and then the principal calling the entire school into the cafeterium and telling us the news. Something to the effect of, “Guys, a couple of planes have crashed into the twin towers. They think Muslims did it. Since we’re a Muslim school, we’ve received bomb threats and are sending everyone home early.”
This is my main memory of 9/11. Watching footage of the towers crash came later. It’s always the fear I felt when suddenly my school didn’t seem safe anymore.
Looking back on it, this may not have been the best decade to grow up Muslim in America. But ten years later, a lot of the bad feeling has…I don’t know how to put it. Not as much blame going around, I guess.
I spent the afternoon with a volunteer organization called Medshare. It donates unused medical supplies that are past their expiration date to developing countries. My college organized the trip. We had a pretty good turnout. At the end we had this discussion group where we talked about the meaning of the day and everything, and the general consensus seemed to be that we’re moving on. And that’s a good thing, I guess. It’s healing.
The imam from the local mosque came to UU today to talk about how it was for him after 9/11- how he couldn’t walk down the street without people shouting at him, how members of his congregation came to him in the days after the attacks and told him that they were afraid to go outside, afraid to go shopping, afraid to come to services. How he went to a memorial service for his best friend, who was on flight 93, and wasn’t even allowed in the cemetery..
And that was when I started crying. I have a haze of dim memories from before the attacks- of smiling people in airport lines, of the New York skyline with the twin towers rising out of it, of being excited about September 11th because I was going to have my birthday party then.
I don’t remember the attacks. I remember my mother coming in when we were cutting the cake and telling everyone to be quiet and turning the radio on. I remember my preschool teacher picking up the phone in class and screaming and running out of the room. She never came back. Her brother worked in the Trade Center.
And I remember the years after the attacks- the glares I got at school because I was different, the cars pulling over and the grownups yelling at me to “go back to your own country,” the TSA pulling me out of the line with my parents and making me walk through the X-ray machine alone while all the other kids got to go through with their parents.
For the longest time, I didn’t understand why people made a big deal about the attacks. I thought it was sad, but I couldn’t fathom why people cried so much, why they showed so many documentaries in school, why anyone would be so scared to fly.
But I think I do understand. That day changed each and every one of our lives. Changed the way our county was run. Changed the entire world. I wasn’t anywhere near the towers that day, but it could just as easily have been me.
And that, at least, is my two cents. I’ve seen the billboards, the postings, the signs, telling us to “Never Forget.” I don’t think anyone ever will.
I was just about to turn two when 9/11 happened, and don’t remember anything. My mother, however, was home and she turned on the TV. It happened to be on a news station, and they were covering it. She ran to the phone and told my dad to come home, because he works in a tall building. Then she went and got me and, well…life went on.
It’s only now, when I see all the coverage again and the people crying and hear stories of brave people going back that it hits me. I am an emotional rock: really, I rarely cry at anything. But fishi, that video made me cry.
Sadly, every Muslim in the airport is under scrutiny from me, but I try to keep it to myself…I mean, I don’t want to be prejudiced, but it just happens. Also, I’m not a very religious person, so I’ll just end by saying forgive, but don’t forget.
I was three. Preschool went on as normal that day, but anyone over five yrs. Was still in shock. Someone told me when I was around ten or so. I had heard of the planes crashing into buildings, from kids at school. I assumed it was a mistake… myparents kept me from knowing for the longest time… I picked up trash at my old elementary school.
We need to stop stereotyping against Muslims. The worst thing we can do right now is to break apart from the inside.
I was back in Vienna, starting 1st grade. I heard about what was going on and saw the footage on the news, but I didn’t really understand what was going on. I was just sad that someone had destroyed those nice towers that I’d visited less than a month before. There was some brief panic in the family because my godfather worked for one of the companies with their offices in the second tower, even then I wasn’t really worried. The idea that something happen to me or my family was just too abstract for me.
What did freak me out was when the war started- all I knew about wars was that when I asked my grandmother about her childhood, the stories usually ended with “and then the war came.” and that wasn’t appropriate for little girls’ bedtime stories. Of course, this made me want to know about it even more. All I knew was that everyone was unhappy, buildings were destroyed by bombs and then everyone ran out of food and stuff. I was afraid that that would happen to America, but eventually concluded that there wasn’t really a war, at least not a real one. People didn’t look or act like they were having bombs dropped on other people’s homes and didn’t seem to be worried about people dropping bombs on their homes, at least not more people than usual. So I tried to watch the news, but it was at my bedtime so all I knew that it was somehow about people with tanks driving around in deserts. Eventually, I just gave up and figured that it was a grown-up thing. Planes were so cool anyway that I didn’t really mind security, and no-one ever stopped a family of four with two cute little blond girls.
Now that I’m older, I do understand it more, but I’m still pretty callous about it. I guess it’s because I was traveling so much that countries just came and went. I knew my ancestors had left and/or been kicked out of various countries before. The idea that one of them was vulnerable or that governments could be toppled wasn’t really a surprise to me. Yep, I know I’m not very patriotic. Still, I mourn the people who died that day.
I don’t actually remember it. I maybe have very hazy ideas about the day after (or maybe it was the day of?), but I think they are partially just because I know where I had to have been at the time. I do however remember when war was declared on Iraq very clearly. I didn’t understand the significance of 9/11 at the time though.
Precalc makes me want to shoot puppies.
Puppies make me want to shoot maths.
…shooting makes me want to calculate puppies?
I don’t know about all of you, but puppies make me want to calculate shooting.
I wonder if I could invent a calculator that shoots puppies….
Inventions make me want to shoot puppy calculators?
Puppy calculators make me want to shoot inventions?
I remember that the TV was on in the morning, which was weird because we usually don’t watch the morning news. But I knew something was wrong, so I snuck a peek at the screen. I remember seeing one solitary grey building with black smoke pouring out of it, set against a perfectly clear blue sky. It’s the colors that I mostly vividly remember–grey, black, and blue.
MY BRACES
THEY ARE OFF
I JUST ATE A STARBURST
AND POPCORN
Sweet Mimi, so many posts I cannot catch up WHAT IS THIS?
Anyway.
Here’s the important stuff:
I’m still alive.
The past week has been rough, but I’m hoping this one will be better. My spirit grandmother is sick, so I drove up to WV to visit her this weekend. It was wonderful to see her again, it’d been far too long.
I’m still somewhat behind on homework, so I’m going to be getting on that soon. I turned in an essay an hour late. Hopefully it’s okay. Blargh. Other than this I’ve been doing pretty well at this school thing. Aside from turning into a hermit because of crazy business. But that’s okay.
I’m going to have an extra three hours every night now, because the musical I was in, Little Shop of Horrors, was cancelled due to a problem with the rights. I’m trying to decide if I want to audition for the play they’re doing instead now, because it sounds good, but at the same time I’m glad for the extra time that I’d otherwise be in rehearsals. Also it’s a very small cast, and since I have so little experience (read: none) I don’t know if it’d be a good introduction for me. Alas. I’ll definitely audition for something again though, I still want to be involved.
Ah well.
For now I need to do homework though.
PS I just drew owls on our whiteboard. One of them has a bowtie and is labeled as “Doctor Hoot” and the other my roommate named after an owl in Legend of Zelda.
I knocked on our RA’s door and told him he needed to see what we’d drawn.
“Come see this!”
“What?”
“What we just drew on our whiteboard.”
“If it’s something inappropriate I swear to god I’ll write you up for this.”
“It’s not, COME SEE THIS.”
*he sees it* *laughs* “You nerds.” *shakes head* “I approve.”
I would have posted this yesterday, but I couldn’t.
Ten years ago, I was five and in first grade (because of my birthmonth, I start the school year young). I lived in California, and that’s the other side of the country. Cake, it’s the other side of the continent. There was no panic, and I didn’t think my teacher looked particularly upset (but then she was generally pretty stoic). She didn’t give much detail, just asked for a moment of silence. I assumed it was for something that had happened a really long time ago. I vaguely understood that we were honoring the people who died in some building that got bombed. I had now idea what building, or by who. Just that it was some building in New York. I couldn’t bring myself to deep emotion over some building and people when I didn’t even know its name or who they were. In retrospect, it was nice that this lack of knowledge on not just my own part meant that nobody in my school was prejudiced against for it. I’ve always believed racism to be the lowest form of cruel idiocy. But what I think the saddest part is, is that I didn’t even find out exactly what had happened for a year or two, and it wasn’t until a few years ago that I learned the year it had happened. To me, 9/11 was just a date. I know better now.
Someone in my knowledge bowl group wore a Deathly Hallows necklace today and recognized a reference to My Immortal.
I need to get her on here.
A freshman came to school today dressed as the Eleventh Doctor. I pointed my sonic screwdriver at him and yelled in a British accent. He pointed his sonic screwdriver at me and yelled in a British accent. Two other freshman boys came to class in dresses for no particular reason, just because they had dresses in their size and they felt like it.
Class of 2015, you have forever won my heart.
Can I come live there? Today I came to school in a butterfly hat. Someone grabbed it from my head and poured ketchup on it.
Awwww! *hugs poor butterfly hat* *hugs poor Chok* You can so come live here. We can yell at freshmen in British accents all day.
Thanks! Being a freshman with a British accent, I can’t wait until some upperclassman points their sonic screwdriver at me…
HOW DID YOU GET A SONIC SCREWDRIVER I THINK I NEED TO KNOW THIS
I’m going to the first SEDS meeting on Thursday!
(Also, the fact that the Boston University Rocket Team is called “BURT” makes me laugh.)
Okay, I’m going to feel like a real jerk saying this, but I’m kind of annoyed by all of the posts about 9/11.
Yes, it was a tragedy.
Yes, it still is.
Yes, I understand that it is a significant event, and it deserves to be remembered.
No, I do not agree that we should be remembering it by trying to write deep, thoughtful things about what they were doing on that day, and how it made them re-evaluate their lives, what they learned, etc. etc.
I understand where you’re going with this, I really do, but why can’t we just live it instead of trying to be so philosophical and reverent that it just ends up being somewhat ridiculous?
I’m not attacking anyone, please understand this. I just would rather live my life in a peaceful manner than write long, overblown things once a year.
That’s my rant of the day, I hope I haven’t offended anyone.
I kind of agree, in terms of the maudlin radio programs and so on. On the other hand, it’s definitely something I was deeply affected by, so I think it’s more a matter of whether you feel like writing something than whether the posts are annoying.
So we should remember it without talking about it? Hm….
We should remember it by working towards living peacefully instead of trying to be deep and melodramatic every time the anniversary rolls around.
True. I especially have a problem with people who use the event for political grandstanding, whatever their cause. The deeper one’s personal loss, the more difficult such bombast must be to hear. (I know for myself, anyway, that whenever death strikes close to home, my tolerance for cheap rhetoric approaches zero.)
That said, I do believe the comments here on MuseBlog are legitimate attempts to work through what the events mean to the individuals. I suspect it’s especially tricky to figure that out for those who have no conscious memory or hazy recollections at best — this huge event so freighted with emotions for many of the adults around them — that they’re trying to find some foothold of understanding. Writing is one way to test oneself in working out emotional truths. In some respects, that’s much easier for those of us who felt the shock of loss firsthand, who lost friends or family or felt the relief of welcoming a survivor home, who have rich memories of the places that were struck, or in some other way experienced a direct connection with what happened that day. For us, it’s very concrete, and how we find meaning from it may be wrenching in many cases but at least the pathway is relatively straightforward. For those who know it more as an abstraction, the pathway may be much harder to see. They have to sort out for themselves what they really think and feel and what they believe they ought to be thinking and feeling. And MuseBlog can certainly be a useful place to begin that sorting.
Bear in mind, too, that often times genuinely heartfelt responses can sound melodramatic when we try to express them in words. (And that can be true at any age.)
I remember the day it happened, actually — my family went on a picnic at a wildlife rehabilitation center and fed grapes to an eagle. I had no knowledge whatsoever of the event until at least five or six years later. This is what being a sheltered child in a household with no media exposure is like.
At this point, it seems like a bit late for me to try and figure out my emotions about it. I mean, okay, it was a horrible event and a bunch of people died, but a lot of other terrible and senseless events which resulted in a bunch of people dying have happened before and since, and it seems just a wee bit hypocritical to keep making such a *huge fricking deal* out of this one each year just because it happened here instead of somewhere else.
Does that offend anyone? I don’t know. Just my thoughts on it all.
The trouble is, I do have emotions about this that I don’t know how to think through and work through by myself. Talking helps, but there was never any point at school or with my family where we did that. Writing helps too, and maybe a journal would have been a more appropriate place for this, but it feels like the kind of anniversary that is too big for any one person to experience. It’s one of those moments in time that we all shared in some form or another; it feels right to still be sharing now. Does that make any sense? I do see where you’re coming from, though.
AH HA HA HA HA HA POTTERMORE LET ME IN IT LET ME IN!
Actually I got the “you’re allowed in” message a while ago, but the website itself has been unavailable for the last week or so.
Also medieval dress is in progress and this is good.
WHAT’S YOUR WAND WHAT’S YOUR HOUSE
HAWTHORN WITH PHOENIX FEATHER CORE, TEN INCHES, REASONABLY SUPPLE
RAVENCLAW
I’m in Ravenclaw too!
UUURGH Gryffindor…
I DON’T WANNA BE A GRYFFINDOR!
Pear, fourteen and a half inches, unyielding, phoenix feather core.
JEALOUS RAGE
I got my Pottermore email!
Also, I miss my junior English class so much my stomach hurts. That class was the best I’ve ever had, and it’s so hard to realize I can’t go back.
i KNOW THE FEELING
IT IS THE WORST
This has been a good weekend/start to the week so far.
Friday night- contra dancing, followed by a midnight baking party and Magic
Saturday- post-contra brunch with friends, tye-dying
Sunday- Quidditch scrimmage, D&D, internet tv with people
Monday- only one class (morning) so did errands and at 11pm SciFi Hall watched “Hedwig and the Angry Inch” for this week’s gay movie night.
Whee!
I’ve never realized how totally awesome the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack is until I listened to it about 100 times over the weekend. I’m listening to it right now.
Oh my god. This year is going to be insane.
My extracurricular activities are as follows:
-Model Congress (we had our first board meeting today.)
-Pep and marching band
-An International Relations club which I’m apparently the president of, even though I wasn’t aware of its existence until yesterday. This teacher is driving me cray cray.
-SciOly
-Envirothon
-Academic Team
-Volunteering at the museum
-Arranging flowers at church
-Girl scouts
-Badminton
-GSA
What is free time.
In other news, school is going great. All of my classes are great. The field show is great. Model Congress is great. My boyfriend is great. My banjo is great, even though I still need to fix it. Physics is really great.
And that is all, I have to get back to my busy life.
Thank you for making Mo look like an underachiever. I will never have self esteem issues comparing myself to him ever again now, not even when he drum majors while simultaneously playing the flute, bass, clarinet, piano and bassoon.
Here’s my schedule:
-Fencing 3 days a week
-Horn lessons
-7:00 AM Band And Orchestra 3 times a week
-Wind Ensemble in Boston
-Orchestra in Boston
-Brass Ensemble in Boston
-UU Church Choir
-All honors classes
-Volunteer work (possibly) for my band teacher
-GSA (probably…)
Not as crazy as yours, but stressful.
I didn’t have time for a nap today
And I got four hours of sleep last night. Not on purpose. I was aiming for 6.5.
So tired.
Sorry.
Ditto Kai.
Also, your gravatar and your post are saying the same thing.
Trolling idea: Form band. Write songs with unbelievably catchy tunes and creepy/disturbing lyrics. Everyone will walk around unconsciously singing them, and attract odd stares. Profit!
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks …
I want to tell you…
Your blood must taste just like mine
When I get near you…
I want to drain it all away!
~~~~~~
She hates you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She hates you, yeah, yeah, yeah…
~~~~~~
Hey Jude
Don’t be afraid
You were made to
Be a sacrifice
Remember,
We all serve Nyarlathotep
To make the madness
Madness,
Madness!
And as the plane crashed down, he thought
“Well, isn’t this nice?”
I HAVE NOW OFFICIALLY WATCHED EVERY EPISODE OF NEW DOCTOR WHO.
…And I miss David Tennant terribly.
If I were to try watching Doctor Who, what episode should I start with? I suppose New Who might be easier to find than Classic Who, but really I don’t know. (Go on, Whovians! Suggest something good to suck me in so I can join in on all these mysterious conversations about sonic screwdrivers.)
Blink is a good episode to start with.
Start with that, but then just go watch Christopher Eccleston’s series, and then the first of Tennant’s, and then you’re hooked for good.
My suggestion would be to google “i watch doctor who”. By sifting through the results you should be able to find several webpages with lists of the episodes and you can simply click which recording you wish to view. I find this most helpful myself.
I’ve had good luck hooking people with The Eleventh Hour. I think it’s about five so far?
Elventh Hour did it for me. (and I didn’t even get to see the whole thing…)
Start with episode 1 of season 2, New Who, but then go back and watch season 1, New Who. If you watch David Tennant before Eccleston then you won’t be able to enjoy Eccleston as much.
Hmm, I,ve only watched up to about halfway through season 2. I was planning to recruit my friends with The girl in the fireplace , but that might be a bit too… sentimental… for thir tastes. I’ll prewatch the ones you all suggested and muse about it. TGITF is my favorite though…
Thanks for the suggestions, everyone! I…just went and watched one none of you mentioned, “Rose”. Mikazuki said I wouldn’t be able to enjoy Eccleston as much if I watched Tennant first, and I did want to enjoy it all–besides, beginnings are good places to begin. I liked it–it was inventive, funny, campy (but not tacky), and thoroughly parallel to my own suspicion that mannequins are more sinister than they let on. It was a teensy bit predictable (“No! Rose, don’t let him take the arm; it will come to liiife!”), but I really look forward to watching more, especially the ones you mentioned. Thanks again, and bask in the knowledge that you’ve helped lure me in!
I had a plot all ready for November. Characters, setting, everything was ready, and I was excited for it.
Then, the plot bunnies, demanding that I must change all my plans and write a dystopic steampunk fantasy about Sherlock Holmes, never mind that I’ve never written a dystopia or anything steampunk, or that I’ve only begun reading Sherlock Holmes ridiculously recently.
-_-
An army recruiter came to talk to our school’s orchestra about joining the Marines. He was met with blatant pacifism.
I really want to hear the details of this. I’ve always wanted to do something along those lines, but never been brave enough.
How was it made blatant?
Hi Museblog! I painted Hot-Pink Bunnies on my fingernails and toenails! They are staring up at me in displays of evil glee and ponderment!
I finally read the first book of the Lord of the Rings. It wasn’t as good as I thought it would be. (I would like you all to know that I am wearing a pie-proof poncho.) Maybe my expectations were skewered. But hopefully the next two are better? I don’t know, it might just be because I’ve been reading a lot of fantasy lately, and, to be honest, I’m sick of it.
Anyway The Secret Life of Bees is excellent.
Today has been a really weird day. We had emergency bus drill practices and the guy who drove the bus was all, “I want to get to lunch so let’s make this quick and also I am going to stuff eighty kids on the same bus which is also handicapped accessible and therefore has less seats because of the space where the wheelchair goes.” About eight to ten people all crunched in the space where the wheelchair went and I basically had to sit in a ball so I wouldn’t have my head up somebody’s armpit. I have a new appreciation of personal space, because we were there for a while. Also a boy randomly told me he loved me and then called me his new best friend (to creep me out, FYI) so that was…interesting.
Oh but we had to read Frankenpierre in French! Which is a French version (much shorter) of Frankenstein. And it was epic, even if my French teacher is a little mean. Oh well.
Choklit–
I love that your school has an orchestra, though…
AL(123)–Yay! Congratulations! My friend has braces, and she is going to stock up on everything she can’t eat before she gets them off, and then go crazy.
Lord of the Rings:
I’ll be honest. I like the movies better. I’ve read the books, and enjoyed them, but I think the brilliant world that Tolkien created simply lends itself more to a visual media, and I love Peter Jackson’s interpretation of that world. The books are good, but so much description is necessary to convey all the detail that Tolkien wrote that they become a bit dry.
Hmm…I’ve been holding off watching the movies because I wanted to read the books, but maybe I should watch the first one.
Odd: the long descriptive passages in which nothing happens were my favorite parts. They never seemed dry to me. They were juicy.
I’m a strange person. That was established a long time ago.
When I reread the trilogy a few years ago, I was interested to note that the parts that seemed interminable annoyances to me as a kid (not the descriptive passages, I should point out, though that was often the case with other authors) turned out to be much briefer than I remembered and not nearly as painful.
TOM BOMBADIL, TOM BOMBADILLO!
HEY DOL! MERRY DOL! RING A DONG DILLO!
Yaaaaiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkk!
Tom Bombadill… that’s the only thing I’ve ever been glad they left out of a movie adaptation.
it was………………….. tom bombadil !!!11!!!11111!!!!!!!!!!
(My Immortal, how thou hast ruined me.)
Phoo. I was strange before your parents could walk.
Possibly before you could walk.
((Um, what’s the emoticon for whistling nonchalantly and pretending I didn’t say anything?))
I agree. I’m reading The Silmarillion at the moment; it’s actually distressingly low on details.
Two and a half pairs of fingerless gloves, one poncho, four hats, one incredibly complicated jazz combo piece, all county, all district, all district jazz, three instruments, editing a manuscript for Tuba to read, Paperclip, algebra, science class, and November.
WHERE DID MY FREE TIME GO
Wait, NC has All-County? I thought we just had All-District…
My county, hhopefully withouut saying too much and getting snipped, is prettyy central-ish. ? Maybbe that is whhyy?
jcbgyyyggvggvd. Touchscreen.
I’m in the Central district. Maybe it’s a middle school thing? You’re in like eighth grade right? My middle school band teacher was quite useless so I wouldn’t be surprised if I had heard of it.
Or maybe it’s just your county.
Also, we need an NC Kokon ASAP.
I am central district too. Seconded for the Kokon.
That’s so weird! We probably have acquaintances in common! Or at least have heard of each other’s schools. O______O
Wow! Wait, if you’ll still be in high school next year we could see each other through all district!
Yeah, we’re dying for a Kokon.
No, I’m a senior this year.
I wish middle and high school All-District were on the same day/same place!
Yes, that would be awesome. However, we will have to make accomodations elsewhere.
I am the only one in my anthropology discussion section who got the “joke” in the “Body Ritual Among the Nacirema” article we had to read.
I feel smart.
Same here. I got it about halfway through the article, and then had to sit through about ten minutes of discussion in my anthropology class biting my lip to keep from laughing while everyone discussed the Nacirema’s primitive habits, until my teacher revealed…. yeah.
The Teaching Fellow said it was very important to understand the ways of the Nacirema, because “they are a major force in international affairs”, and some kid in the discussion section went “I don’t get it, how can they have political power if they’re so weird and crazy?”
I really want to see what he does in class today when the professor will explain the article to us.
Oh yeah! That article! Hee.
Wow, I just read the first half, and it seems pretty obvious. I did know from your post that there was a “joke”, but still…?
System.out.println(“Jade is not done with her computer science homework yet”);
In other news, I made a freshman friend! Who is also addicted to cranberry juice! Woo! I kind of wish there were more first years on our hall. Though, I was one of 4 on my floor last year, and most of my friends ended up being sophomores and it was a lot of fun.
Oh well, I’ll just adopt the one for now.
#include iostream
cout << "KA wishes he could take AP computer science, but it was cut, so he is forced to take C++ at a local college as a prereq for Java"
I was so looking forward to it, and then they cut it just as I got into high school…
Y’all need to be careful posting on code. I know that the spam filter looks for that sort of thing.
Does anyone remember where it was I posted that imaginary MB-based computer language?
I got a perfect on my AP Calc test, and are doing well in everything else.
Also, WHY DOES NOBODY EVER READ THE TEXTBOOK. I mean there AP classes folks! Do the Homework! I can’t answer all your questions. So annoying.
SLEEP, WEAK, ETC.
As you can all obviously tell, I’ve been staying up till 1 or 2 in the morning for the past couple of weeks. Funny, because I’m usually the advocator of early bedtimes and much sleep. Being able to sleep in helps, though…
First SEDS meeting tonight!
And JWST funding passed in the Senate!
And they’ve announced the next Soyuz launch date!
And… yeah, SLS, I’m excited, but after Ares, I don’t know if I can ever love another rocket wholeheartedly until it’s put people into space. I was cut very, very deep, and I don’t know if I’ll ever heal to the point when I can fall in love-at-first-release-of-concept-artwork again.
Model UN has started!!!
None of computers are available for us to use, so we’re mostly just going to hang out and tell old stories while we’re waiting.
My school is India for the conference! Lots of seniors who were in it graduated and there are only 2 new freshman joining, but we still have a decent number.
First one is at Hilton in Rochester (I live quite a way away from that GAPAs, is that ok?), and we plan to go to the semi-international one at Cornell later in the year.
MUN! *squee* We’ve been invited to three conferences in the States so there’s a possibility of me coming over there (not to Cornell though, sadly).
One of them had better be around here.
Chicago, Baltimore and Washington D.C.
When’s your next trip to Asia?
If at all possible, you should definitely try to convince your leader to come to Cornell. I’ve never gone because the play at our school was scheduled at the same time as the conference last year and there were so few people wanting to go that the leader didn’t bother signing up, but I heard in years past it was awesome! Especially crisis commitees, which I might sign up for this year.
SQUEEEEE!!!!!
ONE OF THE ISSUES FOR THE MUN GENERAL ASSEMBLY IS OUTER SPACE COLONIZATION!!!!!!! YES!!!!!
Oh, this is going to be fun.
Pet peeve of the day: being pressured to make an account on the Voldemort Network.
You’ve got to destroy all the Horcruxes first.
This has made me think of a Harry Potter-related peeve: it bothers me when people say ‘Deathly HOLLOWS instead of HALLOWS’. You would not believe how many times I’ve heard that…it’s just insupportable.
*hugs*
Agreed.
SOCIAL INTERACTION WITHOUT
nosesEYE CONTACT IS FOR THE WEAK!FAIRNESS FOR THE FACELESS! END FACISM!
Well, I’m not sure giving the Slender Man equal rights wou fdjeukeurfGTYGTHASD
OPERATOROPERATOROPERA
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to the ark
AUGH. JOBS. HOW DOES ONE FIND ONE?!
I want to go to grad school eventually but I want to go take a couple years off first. Um. Any job search advice anyone?
I’m leaving school early tomorrow to fly up to CT for my cousin’s bar mitzvah. This means I get to miss Stat, and I seem to be developing a chronic sleep problem during that class period. However, tomorrow is also the last first football game (for band, I don’t really care about the football itself) of my high school career. There are only four home games this year. And I’m missing the first one.
Unrelatedly my third blogoversary is three weeks from yesterday. How strange. Time does fly.
Thank you for reminding me of my own blogiversary! September 24th, so in 8 days, next Saturday! Will it really be my two year blogiversary, not one year? Two years on MuseBlog, wow. Time really does fly.
I SHOULD BE SLEEPING
But NINETY THREE ON AN ALGEBRA TEST
THANK YOU TEACHER FOR POSTING THESE GRADES SO SOON YOU SAVED ME HOURS OF STRESS
I will now unstick capslock key, return to bed, sleep, wise, ect.
Congratulations!
Journalism is awesome… but I got assigned to the Sports section. Not so much assigned as bribed with cookies because no one else wanted to do it, but still. This means I- urgle- have to go to football games.
Yippee.
Sit as close as you can the the band! Everyone in that is a ba(n)dass~
ATTENTION: Midnight Fiddler, Kiwimuncher, Koppar, R101, Agent Lightning, Pie Girl, Mago Berry (possibly?) and Lady B! (and anyone I may be forgetting due to exhaustion)
Can planning begin for another NC Kokon? Maybe sometime in November? It’d be the best thing ever.
I’ll be writing in November, but I think… I dunno how my parents feel about Kokons, though. I totally want to, though.
To clarify: YES A KOKON WOULD BE FLAMMY
Okay! (Assuming you get an OK from your parents) any time after October is probably okay. Marching band season means October is really busy. But yes! Have your parents email the GAPAs! I think they still have my dad’s email address from last time?
I am currently in the process of enlightening my mom. She seems okay ith it. The fact that the last one was at a musem definetley helped, I think.
Portal is free on Steam right now. Get it while it’s hot, those of you who don’t have it yet.
Whoa awesome.
I saw that! I’m working on making an account… it doesn’t love me.
SLEEP WEEK ETC YOU KNOW THE DRILL
Anyway. Today had Organic Chem lab x_x Let’s move on.
Tomorrow is geology! And geo lab! Which are like, all field trips. Last week she drove us out to a part, gave us compasses and maps, and we had to find points and then find out way back. My partner, a good friend and I, found all the points but couldn’t find the markers we were supposed to take back with us to prove we’d been there. Except the two farthest ones. We showed up late to the group at the end, covered in flower petals and mud (we decided to not use trails anymore) and singing sea shanties.
Tomorrow we’re going to go wade through a river!
Also today I went to the bible study my quadmate is leading. It was interesting. I’m trying to learn more about the bible, although it’s something I’ll never believe in. But for me it counts as mythology and I loooove reading mythology.
And tomorrow is a midnight quidditch scrimmage! Woo! Being team captain is fun but also a lot of work and I forget to do stuff, like make posters to hang up x_x It’ll smooth out though.
*sigh* so there’s this thing like early release from school and like everyone from my school is going downtown and paperclip will be there and the most popular/nice person in the school who is my social studies buddy sort of was like “oh are you going you should go” and i just got home from school and should i go i guess i could be posing as going to the yarn shop which is awesome but also super expensive. But my mom will buy me two skeins of yarn to knit hats for my aunt and grandmother, and she could be like “heres eighteen bucks go buy 2 skeins of berocco peruvian quick” but this downtown thing is like a big deal, someone’s mom rented out the whole pizza place to just be open to middle schoolers for like an hour. So should I go? Flute and Odie aren’t going… but Tuba is and so is the social studies kid and PAPERCLIP maybe something would happen. but mary sues… but paperclip… but staying home and noveling and knitting even though it’s not november… but it’s cold… but yarn… but i have enough projects…
But at least maybe a kokon. I am like YES KOKON but I still don’t know how my parents would react to “meeting people off the internet because AL, they’re high schoolers some of them and they might not be safe, I mean i know they’re totally safe, but what if they’re a bad influence” 
You all are already an influence, without you I wouldn’t have started watching Who! And my life would be so boring… 
and full of time with which to mope around and wish somebody shared my interests. Anyway sorry for the long rambling post but *sigh* SHOULD I GO? WHO KNOWS
Cake, I am so indecisive and insecure.
Traditionally, we GAPAs have been happy to put MBers’ parents in touch with one another.
How does that work?
Parents send us email, and we forward all the messages so that everybody gets everybody else’s address.
Thanks, I’ll try to discuss this with my mom.
Also, I’ve Kokonvened before, and there are pictures on the blog of me being a Real And Normal Person so if that’d help you can show your mom those!
I’m a senior in high school, and I’m 17. But I have a sister who’s 15 and I’m in band and I’M NOT SCARY I PROMISE
Define “scary.”
See photos of the NC 2010 Kokonvention. In the top photo Tesseract is the
scaryReal and Normal Person 2nd from left.The others in the picture were exhibits at the Museum of Science and Life.Thanks everyone; I have introduced the concept to her and she seems okay with it.
Of course you are not scary , Tess! And the Kokon pics looked really fun. Where would we go?
Last time we went to the Museum of Life and Science which was pretty fun. I’m not sure I have ideas for another one but I will think about it!
Dude, we never sent in pictures from our Kokon, did we? What’s up with that?
What is up with that?
We would need parental permission to post them, however.
We both have permission from previous Kokons, but I can get my parents to email you again if I need to. I’ll send in pictures ASAP!
Cake, I spent too much time typing indecively on the caking computer and now my sisters are home with all their caking friends and I am stuck here for life with no social life and no futue and no hope of anything r + r wise and i can pretty much say goodbye to paperclip because i am such a loser and BUT I AM A SOCIAL OUTCAST I DONT CARE ABOUT THIS STUFF SO WHY THE CAKE AM I CRYING STOP IT
I SAID I DONT CARE
sorry for ranting. Even though i should have put this on the ranting thread.
AL. You’re not a loser. You’re a wonderful person. Some people just don’t have good judgment.
Can we start a club? Most of the guys in my vicinity think I’m some sort of cross between a floor lamp and a coat stand, my parents are …difficult sometimes, friends are confusing, school is stressful and I need some form of miracle to get me into a college as far away from here as possible.
…
It’s a big club. We should get t-shirts.
AL…you are most definitely not a loser. You are one of the most amazing people I know. The real losers are the people who don’t see that. *hughughug*
Thank you all for listening to me rant. Comment 156 with the thing downtown that I really wanted to go to, I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to go. But then my sister’s friend’s grandmother needed her to come home, so my mom drove me and a chain of events happened that ended up on the R+R thread. So… hugs for all. I WAS SERIOUSLY LIKE THIS CLOSE TO ASKING HIM OUT but that is a whole other story.
*hands out t- shirts*
so since today is friday and i have no classes, i slept in late, rolled out of bed at 10:30, yawn nothing to see here, guess i’ll check my email….OH MY GOD I GOT ACCEPTED TO THE TED CONFERENCE
i’m not sure who the guests are yet since i don’t have a device with which to view an ipod/ipad app but OH MY GODDDDDDDD I can’t believe it! I guess assuming I wasn’t going to get in helped me write a more honest application because literally it went like “my interests are poetry, mixed race identity, and SEXISM IN ONLINE FANTASY FANDOM COMMUNITIES. NOW I WILL LINK YOU TO FEMINIST CORGI AS A MEANS OF EXPLAINING MYSELF”
I just
sgdkjh
thank you robert!!! this is like a dream come true and i wouldn’t have applied otherwise! ugh!!!! LISTEN YOU YOUR GAPAS, YOUNGINS! THE FORCE IS GREAT IN THESE ONES
Well done, Agent Axa. We’ll expect a full report after the event itself, of course.
And we’ll look forward to the day when MBers are the presenters at TED conferences.
‘Twon’t be long now, I suspect.
Congratulations! I think your listed interests are totally awesome.
Who wouldn’t accept you into the conference?
Thanks, Axa. Now I’m going on a Feminist Corgi archive binge.
Seriously, it’s a very informative site.
So yesterday, I was at a church function playing a guy in chess I had lost against fairly consistently many times before.
Since he had decimated my pieces fairly slowly in games before, when he castled I went straight for the checkmate with my queen, protected by a knight.
Final score – Checkmate, victory to me. Pieces lost on both sides: 1. He lost a pawn when I went for mate.
Well done. Slow strangulation has its charms, but there’s really nothing like a nice, quick kill.
I was worried when I read that in the Recent Comments bar until I realised you were talking about chess.
I wrote a reading response to Freud’s “The Uncanny” called “Are the X-Men Really Uncanny”?, and not only did my teacher not think it was silly, we actually had a whole discussion about superheroes in class.
Who has 4 poem sales now? This one! Wheee…
I just found out about the results of my orchestra audition.
I’m in! Not only that, but I’m now in a more advanced (thus older and hopefully more mature) division of the orchestra. *happydance*
John Denver’s “Calypso” on a Friday night with a gibbous moon and a wonderful view of the city lights on the Charles.
It’s the little things.
Axa, that is SO AWESOME that you’re going to the TED conference! I am super excited for you! *squees, hugs, etc.*
I had an awesome day. It’s turned into fall here, so I got to wear a sweater all day, which just makes me so happy. I ate breakfast, got hot chocolate and sat outside and read my anthropology book before class, got it all done in perfect time, was cool with the chill air and breeze, but warm with my lovely wool sweater and cocoa. It was glorious. Class was good, then in my next class I found out I did really well on yesterday’s quiz. Kevin hands out prizes to whoever gets the highest score, which was me today. I got a “lucky buckeye” from down by the river.
The line at the cafeteria was short, so I got my food fast and was able to get to work on time. Work is generally more relaxed on Fridays anyway, so we went and painted and goofed around and visited, and then some of my friends came by and hung out while I painted and helped us move a ladder and it was all fun. Then I moved my desk and cleaned my side of the room, so I have more space and it’s awesome.
Then after that class I got a text from my roommate, who works at the post office, saying that I had two packages. So I went to pick them up, obviously. One was a t-shirt of the Pirate Invasion festival I played at just before coming here, and the other was a care package from my mom. I had to go to lunch, so I didn’t open all of it right then, but I found a pair of lovely blue and green earrings that matched what I was wearing. So I wore them for the rest of the day. They’re quite pretty and I like them a lot. My mom has good taste in earrings.
Then I spun poi with Alex and played fiddle tunes until my fingers were too cold to keep going. Now I’m back in my room and I’m thinking to go to bed early. Maybe I’ll read a short story first though.
I have some homework, but not much. I need to do some preliminary research for one of my classes, and I need to catch up on my sound journal for another (5 entries…ugh), but it’s not hugely pressing RIGHT NOW, so I’m not stressing.
Tomorrow I’m doing service hours for another class, and it should be fun and interesting. Paul is going as well, and he’s pretty cool. I’m looking forward to getting to know him better. Then Will and Rebecca and I need to get together and discuss a performance piece based on our combined research for Monday. But I think we’re doing that Sunday.
Anyway, if you managed to read all that, congratulations.
Also, I finally got to go contra dancing again. It was awesome fun. I’m so happy that there are weekly contras here.
I’m just mostly happy in general here, really.
It is somewhat annoying to be stuck in “the bubble” as my school is often referred to, but as far as places to be stuck go, it’s not at all a bad one.
it’s hard to believe I’ve been here for 4 weeks already.
I went over to my friend’s house for dinner and we went out for pizza. All of his friends thought we were on a date and it was extremely awkward. Especially because a friend of his that came back with us to my friend’s house afterwards locked me out of the house a couple of years ago…
Just went to a TMBG concert with JoCo opening (he sang Still Alive; They sang basically all my favorites). Amazing. Really amazing.
Also I hate being short at things like this – was hard to see over people.
Midnight quidditch success! Woo!
And Axa that is SO AWESOME! I can’t wait to hear about it!
I have a lot of work and I don’t want to do any of it as usual lalala!
Maybe I should eat lunch.
I just watched the Season 2 premiere of My Little Pony. SO AWESOME. This next week is going to be torturous, though, until part two comes out. I’ll not give any spoilers yet.
It’s official. The Empty Child left me mentally scarred. Cake, and I’d almost got over the gas-mask phobia it gave me… *shudders*
Haha, wait until series 4 when you are forcibly reminded of it again!
Actually, that’s what triggered said phobia again and prompted this post. It was so bad that I squeaked out loud. Me! Squeaking! That’s a first.
Oh, I loved the episode (both part one and part two) but it was caking SCARY.
OH NO NOT AGAIN
Oh, it’s a little worse than that… (At least, it was for me.)
I did not even finish that episode. *squid for your gas mask phobia*
I know, right? If someone even talks about people wearing gas masks around me, a shiver runs down my spine.
I’m almost at Collegeland!!! It took me four days but I’m finally poised about an hour outside of Chicago! I really can’t believe it!
Listening to Symphony of Science with my roommate and her friend and watching the sunset… and we’re going to get pizza later!
omg
which one
ALL OF THEM?
i love the quantum world so much it’s bordering on ridiculous
“I’ve got to stop somewhere and leave you something to imagine.”
“There’s real poetry in the real world
Science is the poetry of reality”
WE CAN DO SCIENCE
AND WITH IT
WE CAN IMPROVE OUR LIVES
in my opinion the voices that are best suited for the songs are richard dawkins (lol who knew?!) michio kaku and BRIAN COX ♥_____♥
*BC fangirl raises hand*
*Michio Kaku fan raises hand*
Carl Sagan’s works pretty well, but Robert Zubrin sounds like a girl.
(Something about the programing substituting “lass” in that sentence amuses me. “Robert Zubrin sounds like a lass”.)
Last night, I had a dream in which Bibliophile turned up unexpectedly in my basement. She rather resembled Reinette.
Who’s Reinette?
A character who appeared in the Doctor Who episode “The Girl in the Fireplace.” I’m not sure that I spelled it right.
Ah, Doctor Who…I should have known, this being MuseBlog.
I’ve had dreams about Bookgirl and Selenium popping up in the kitchen.
Wow, really? I’m honoured.
As am I; it is not always that people so awesome show up in one’s dreams.
Sorry for eating your dream food. But that’s pretty cool.
Plenty of dream cookies to go around.
Yesterday I skipped dinner to bake butternut squash, zuchinni and yellow squash, and make kale chips. Because I had these things and I needed to eat them before they went bad. So I went down to the kitchen, eventually figured out how to work the oven, and got to it. Then Peter came by and made spaghetti, and we listened to the Beatles and danced and did ADHD cooking together and it was glorious. Then more people came in with various other foods and we all pretty much danced and ate and cooked things for 3 hours. It was the greatest, pretty much.
Unfortunately I got to bed late, er, early this morning. But I slept in so it’s okay. Now doing laundry and doing some research on the history of popcorn, because that’s what I think I’m going to write about for my research paper. I’m supposed to do some foodway, and I like popcorn, so why not?
I also thought about talking about the history of food on sailing ships, but I dunno….WHY MUST I CHOOSE JUST ONE? D:
Oh, right, because I don’t want to write multiple papers when it’s only one assigned.
BUT STILL. D:
Ugh, I thought that today was the 18th. Also I have a meeting in an hour and a half that I forgot about. Plus it turns out a school project that I thought was due in two weeks is due in one. And tomorrow is Talk Like A Pirate Day, yarr.
I probably should look at calendars more often.
Ah yes, that moment when your thoughts on the assignment go from “meh, I’ll deal with it later” to “cake, I have to get it finished soon”.
APPLE WITH UNICORN CORE, ELEVEN AND A QUARTER INCHES, QUITE FLEXIBLE
and and AND
I was a HATSTALL
between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff!
I wasn’t expecting Gryffindor at all, but I think it’s really cool that I got to pick. I’m a Hufflepuff now, although I think if I’m asked I’ll still always feel like a Ravenpuff more than anything else.
The house description sounds really nice. Cozy, friendly. I think I’ll like it here.
That’s a pretty wand.
I am rather pleased with it, I’ll admit.
I just watched The Empty Child and its sequel episode again. Yeah, I know I was just complaining about gas mask phobia, but for some reason that terror relapse made me really, really want to watch it again. I’m strange that way. Anyway, this time I watched it with decent ambient light and a cartoon playing on a TV in the same room. Which seriously detracted from the terror of the experience. Darn. I won’t make that mistake again.
There is one thing though. The cartoon my little brother was watching had gone to another episode when I got to the end of The Doctor Dances. It was an episode with a little duckling whose big thing that it says every three seconds is calling for its mommy. Well, THAT didn’t detract from the terror, I’ll say!
I figured that, since it’s the second day of the autumn festival, today was as good a day as any to get back to work on my writing system/language/world. I wrote a few pages (in the alternate writing system, of course) from the point of view of a girl that lives in the grasslands. I’ve been going back to the same spot in the library quite a bit, and it’s always been empty and quiet. It’s extremely soothing, sitting in silence and writing. Granted, I should’ve been reading Montesquieu so I can write the five-page paper that’s due on Wednesday, but I can do that tomorrow.
It started to smell like autumn today after the rain stopped. I’ve been waiting quite a while for that.
Happy International Talk Like A Pirate Day! Anyone dressing up or celebrating in interesting ways? I’ve placed a temporary Jolly Roger tattoo on my forearm and am thinking pirate-y thoughts.
The new pirate-language-thing transformation somehow, sometimes, reminds me of Hagrid.
You’re a wizard, Harry.
Hm… We never find out where he learned to talk that way, do we?