Fireworks, neon, strings of decorative lights at holidays…they need the darkness to make their colors glow to their fullest splendor. Part 2 of the October Random Thread continues our salute to the brighter side of darkness.
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Wow! *is in awe, once again*
First post?
Pretty picture. I need to inspect it more.
SFTDP
Oh nooo!!!!!!!!!!!! I can’t say I got first post till after the ball!!!!!
Oooooooh, pretty. They look a bit like flowers, to me.
They look like lightbulbs to me.
Ooh! Pretty!
Pretty!
Ooooh… pretty fireworks….
…Mesmerizing…
Whoa… nice picture.
One of my best friends went back to her old school yesterday. (I go to boarding school, so people leaving permanently is not really uncommon.) I’m really sad now. I didn’t even get to say a last goodbye because I had to go to math circle. (I saw her parents when I was going to math circle, so I told them to teller that I’d miss her.) And she was my only friend in band…
At least I only have one more class today.
9) That’s stinky.
The picture is pretty. I am tired. School was boring. I want cake.
Remember, sanity is overrated!
I love fireworks.
The caption reminds me of one of the poems from Hailstones and Halibut Bones (Paraphrased): “Think of what diamonds and lightbulbs would lack, if they couldn’t be there, to lean against black.”
The actual line:
“Think of what starlight and lamplight would lack, diamonds and fireflies, if they couldn’t lean against black.”
Ooh, pretty.
WOW!! LOVE the picture, probably one of my favorites. *stares at in awe*
Oooh, really pretty picture.
I always like finding the hidden muses in Lady B.’s pictures.
I’m sending in a Muserology submission today. *crosses fingers*
Oh, good luck! What’s it about?
Hullo!
Is anyone else as psyched about the existence of Leif Erikson Day as I am?
I was thinking how awesome it would be to buy a vacant lot and then build a medieval watchtower. Medieval watchtower on the outside, modern conveniences on the inside. Most forboding residence ever. Who’s in?
Brer Grant!
I, for one, am also psyched about Leif Erikson Day. Wait… augh! I missed it!
Also, I would be willing to help build a medieval watchtower, later to be expanded to an entire fortress (as soon as we can buy up the surrounding lots).
Kokonspiracy, anyone?
Living in one would be cool.
Wait, there’s a Leif Erikson day??? YES!!!!!! *jumps up and down in excitement*
lol I had no idea such a day existed outside of spongebob! that’s hilarious
Ooh! Memememe! That’d be awesome! May I have my own hot oil???
My mom and I were looking at the catalog for my class ring, and there are a LOT of options. I think I’m going with a purple ultralite stone in yellow gold with a starbust engraved inside the stone and a cross-country icon on the side of the ring.
Does Muse Academy have class rings?
Of course. I think.
Ok, I’ve started at the beginning of the Tenth Doctor and am watching Tooth and Claw.
Brilliant. Wait, what about season 1 with the 9th Dr, Chris Eccleston? Oh, you can’t skip that season, the last few eps in it are wonderful. Ok, so maybe I only say that because John Barrowman is in ’em, and I fell in love with his character (Capt. Jack Harkness), which prompted me to follow him over to Torchwood and the emotional roller coaster and spectacular emotional wreck that follows. No, I’m not exaggerating. Torchwood’s brilliant, but very dark in its exploration of the characters and so very, very depressing. Not for the happy-ending bunch.
Yeah, anyway, I do really recommend that you watch season 1 with Eccleston as well. For one thing, it explains a lot…..
I’ve sadly watched all of the new Dr. Who, and all of Torchwood, just finished the last of Torchwood during lunch today, after staying up until 2 am last night watching 4 of 5 of the last season, Children of Earth. Again, not for the faint of heart…..The last 20 minutes of Day Five, let’s just say if I hadn’t’ve had to’ve been in class in less than an hour, and if my roommate wasn’t very likely to’ve walked in any second, I would have been crying so hard, sobbing my heart out like I did when I thought Harry was going to die. It’s the hardest I’ve ever cried w/o shedding a tear (weird sensation, really). Actually, it’s left me in a state of depression all day. The show’ll never be the same, even if they do continue it….
Eh, on the bright side, amidst the overwhelming horror and depression of season 3 Torchwood, we (erm, who’s this we? I was watching it alone…..) did get a most lovely view from behind of Capt. Jack starkers…..XD There’s something criminal about a 40 year old man being so blasted hot…..Heh, wonder what that says about me that I’m drooling over a 40 year old gay guy….Not sure I wanna know. XD
There’s nothing wrong with admiring the scenery.
Grargh. I’m not backtracking AGAIN. After Rose leaves, I’ll do the 9th Doctor. Then finish the tenth Doctor.
I usually don’t have to search for the muse. Bravo.
I lurves the pretty new picture. I have always loved fireworks.
Turn out I don’t get to have Halloween this year because they don’t ha e Halloween in turkey
Speaking of appreciating darkness–
Try sing Blackle instead of google for text searches. It’s the exact same as google, but white-on-black, which saves electricity. Not sure if it’s worth using it but it also looks cool, and I think it’s easier to read in some cases.
*dieeeeeeeeees*
ugh.
So today was hanging out with some friends. O, K, J, C, R, and A among others were there. O, J, and K kept teasing me about C. Especially O. I quote O: “C is trying to flirt with you. I told him you were flirting back.” and K’s reply of “Whatd he say?” to which O said “Nothing, because it didn’t happen! Ooh, Je’s getting embaaaaarassed.” ugh. And I think that I do like him. I was spending most of the day talking to me no matter I try to fool myself that it’s only because i get to see most of the others every other week but not him…….
ugh. I really don’t know what to do here. I think he does like me, too. For example at the museum he was just about shadowing me three feet behind me or so. -dieeeeeeeeeeeess-
Hey, hey, guess what: my Atari came! And it works! But I want more games and another joystick. Also, hockey games are very fun to watch live.
I just painted a window! *happy*
23- I have two hockey games to play in tomorrow x_x One at 9 pm, so I’ll get home at like 11 on a school night >.<
I’m going to go see Where the Wild Things Are now with a friend. It was one of my favourite books when I was little, I hope the movie turns out to be good…
Let us know!
The New York Magazine review seemed mostly positive.
A suggestion for Wikipedia:
When they have 5 or more articles on fictional works related to a specific thing, that should be the marker for when to add an “In Popular Culture” section to the main article. Because right now, the policy seems kind of inconsistent. Beagle 2 has a section with only two examples, but Comet Halley, which is mentioned in at least 20 articles on fictional works, does not.
Cool pic!
25 – Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs is also in theaters now. I’m curious to see both, they both kind of seem like when the Polar Express came out. (A picture book that was stretched into a movie.)
Beautiful picture, Lady B.!
Today was (and still is) cold, rainy and miserable in general.
To those of you on the previous thread, yes, old-timey games such as stilts, running hoops, graces, table ninepins, tavern puzzles, fox and geese, shuttlecock, checkers, tops, shut the box, etc.
Well, we set up the fly in the rain, hauled all the toys and stuff from the car to the fly in the rain, then sat and stood under the fly and froze waiting for visitors to come by and show interest in the games. Children were preferable, but drunks trying the stilts would have been amusing as well (it was, after all, and Octoberfest….). However, due to the nasty weather we got very few people, and only three kids who stopped. Count ’em, three. No exaggeration there. Alas.
Got to see a friend though, and two of the other interns there, so that was good and we had fun. And we got free food, always a good thing.
They shut down the event an hour early, basically as soon as the oompa band stopped playing everyone started tearing down.
Oh well. Now I’m home alone, since mom and dad are still in DC.
Hey Grant! A medieval watchtower would be awesome indeed. I always wanted to love in one of those houses that has a tower on it after going into one and getting to see the room that was in the tower, it would make a great place to read or something.
I love badminton, so I’m sure playing shuttlecock would be fun.
I don’t understand some people.
S put a picture of me, herself and several other people on her facebook. Me and C who was also in the photo were using the comment space to talk about random things for the purpose of annoying S in a frendly way. It had gotten up to about 75 comments when B comes along and says ” you are all freaks”. Now neither S, C, or I are really friends with B ( I think she might be fb friends with C or S due to lots of friend of a friendness). I then responded with “yep. That pretty much sums it up right there. “. I have a feeling that will not exactly please her
I still don’t get what about posting randomly makes us freaks.
“popular” people. * shakes head and sighs *
I feel the same way. *gives sympathetic hug*
Oddly, there are kind of 2 groups of “popular”:
– the stereotypical ones, like the above.
– the real people, who are random and get most people, like myself.
And then there are the people in the middle, who don’t know exactly which side they belong to.
Testing, testing, 1 2 3.
I just got my gravatar.
It fits my name perfectly!
Creepily enough, I was just looking at that. o.0 (Hey, there’s only one picture of you on Facebook.)
1. I hope you had fun at homecoming, I didn’t go to mine.
2. *hug* People are dumb.
Should I add more?
1. I did, but a more friends than I would have liked ended up getting caught in the drama.
2. I agree. It isn’t so much that I mind being called a freak, but that she couldn’t come up with a better insult
Well, I certainly wouldn’t take to heart any insult from someone who doesn’t know how to show creative disrespect.
I don’t think I’ve ever received an insult from anyone whose judgment I considered sound.
Someone insulted me by asking if I was in the “nerds’ maths class once”.
I didn’t mind being called a nerd, but I was annoyed she couldn’t come up with a better insult.
2. That’s the tough part–being called something that is overused. It’s like, “Can’t I be called something original to encompass my incredible originality?”
The story continues.
lol rotfl”. This caused her to say “what the heckk?” so I pied her with slightly damp marshmallow pies and puffin puffs. I’m thinking of sending her a friend request just to see her reaction.
She responded with “not funny” to which I said “hahahahahaha
Marfwarrior- lol, we are freaks and proud of it! *achoo!* Sorry, kinda sick. *sniff* Anyway, what the HECK does rotlf mean? *feels like an uber-n00b*
Rolling on the floor laughig.
I much prefer rotcllc, though ( rolling on the ceiling laughing like crazy)
30.3.1– “Rolling On The Floor Laughing”
Hmm…what’s new in life. Nothing, that’s what! I went to MOS for a field trip on Friday. We were supposed to stay at the Archaeology exhibit the whole time (yuck) but since my chaperone was my best friend’s mom, she let us play at the playground and in the Light Lab the whole time, which was very fun. Then we watched an OmniTheater presentation about Antartica. That was interesting and very very loud. And on the bus we sang “I Am the Walrus” over and over again, much to the displeasure of my teachers. Yay. I also had a dream the other
daynight that one of the MBers turned out to be my best friend in real life. It was really weird.I changed my avatar to an awesome portrait of Bucky Katt going, “Woah.”
I LOVE the new picture, Lady B! As my friend would say, “Beautacious!”
/ramble…
My friend and I are angry at each other, but we’ve agreed to talk it out tomorrow so hopefully it will all be okay by Tuesday, but that’s a naive hope. Both of us think that the other person is wrong, and I’ve agreed to apologize to her but I doubt she will apologize for her wrongs as well so I’m not sure…she’s under the impression that I’m the one who started it, which is ridiculous in my opinion because it really all started because she told everyone she was mad at me but didn’t tell me why. Cake. I’ll stop ranting now about my friendship problems, they’re probably boring you all to death.
Changed my gravatar. Again. I had a different one, but it was all pixelated and bad, so I changed.
I did some nice running today, now I’m just doing a lot of random web browsing. I love Sundays.
OMG IT’S SNOWING (and hailing!) IN MASSACHUSETTS!!!!
CHA! IT’S AWESOME! IT DID THIS FRIDAY AS WELL!
You live in MA? We should kokon!
I’m back from my break. I’m really busy this time of year.
Did I mention…..Not only does John Barrowman (Capt. Jack Harkness on Dr. Who/Torchwood) have unnaturally good looks [seriously. He’s positively sinfully hot] but god can the man sing. I mean, really, he’s got an incredible voice.
Heh, sorry, he’s my current celebrity “obsession.” One I never would’ve come across if my very, very brief former one (Colin Morgan, Merlin) hadn’t led me to Dr. Who.
Don’t think Morgan lasted much more than a couple days before I discovered Barrowman. XD
Anyway, off to procrastinate on my genetics studying by listening to/looking at more JB on YouTube….
Turn OFF your WiFi. You’ll get twice as much done. And remember the emergency Facebook tab doesn’t help anyone. (I’ve learned about 20 new ways to procrastinate at boarding school. Fortunately, I’ve now learned anti-procrastination techniques.) Speaking of which, I should follow my own advice.
Genetics……Studying for it is like reading chatspeak, half the time. *headdesk*
“Cut the pBSII with a RE from the MCS.” Somebody please, kill me now. Or anytime prior to 10am tomorrow, so’s I don’t have to take the test. Please.
God, I so should have gone with Animal Sci, not Bio Sci. They don’t have to take the caked up class that is genetics. ‘Course, any other teacher, and this *bleep* might actually make sense, but oh no. I get the guy who can’t speak English, and is way too overly fond of abbreviations. And who likes to crack the most moronic jokes (I think he’s try to “fit in” w/ us students) such as his stupid comment about twilight and who can’t say the word “vagina” because it “makes him uncomfortable”. He’s a bio teacher, even if genetics is more specialized. You gotta be able to talk about amniocentesis and chorionic villi sampling and the like w/o substituting “up there” for “vagina”. I’m sorry, but that’s just bloody ridiculous. It’s not grade school.
Gah. Sorry for the rant. This class is just driving me batty and sending me to new depths of procrastination, something I didn’t think was even possible……
I’l oblige. Knife, poison, strangulation?
Actually, this might not even make it through, depending on whether the GAPAs think it’s an actual threat, which is very clear in context. They’ll probably be reasonable, but if you want to take it down, GAPAs, feel free.
I think fast-acting, painless, poison. The others sound rather…..Painful. *shudder* And I don’t think it’s the GAPAs you need worry about. It’s the police, if I were to actually turn up dead in the near future and they’re looking at all my internet activity to help with the search for suspects….
Sorry, I had to go do school, so I couldn’t slip it in your breakfast. Don’t worry, I can do it before your next test.
That would be this Friday. I have a test every single week until Christmas break, with the exception of the week of Thanksgiving, when we don’t have classes.
Right. I’ll go find some fast-acting poison. Do you really want to eat breakfast tomorrow morning?
Yes, yes, I do.
I took it off. The duct tape bracelet I have been wearing for the past four years. My wrist feels all empty and weird now, especially when I feel it with my other hand. I think I might just go make another less sticky and dilapedated one.
Well, I end the day covered in welts, bruises, scratches, mud, bugs, thorns, nettles, and the like. Airsoft-ing is fun. But now fall break is over, and it’s time to get back to school. Sad.
Lady B–very nice graphic!!
Silver Lining–I love your avatar!
Hooray!
39- I felt like that when I got a new band for my watch last week. I’d been wearing the old one every day for two years, and it got really smelly.
I had to sit through 2 hours of campaigning for the school speaker. What a nightmare. Let me present our wonderful candidates:
1# -Wants more parties (but only for juniors and seniors, i.e. himself and a few other friends)
-Wants that everyone has to pay 5€ so that the school can buy more sport (i.e. torture) equipment (which we don’t need) and more instruments, e.t.c. , for music. It so happens that 1# is a jock who likes to play e-guitar. Of course, not all students get a chance to use the instruments, but everyone would have to pay for them.
2,3,4# Are a team. Couldn’t decide who should run, so are all running with the same program. Most promising, but still quite foolish (I can’t elaborate on what).
5# Has neither program nor clue.
6# Wants to update the school webpage. Doesn’t address any current issues. Wants to make school less chaotic. Yea, right. As if he could change anything.
Then listen to those people talk about said programs and answer a few questions for two whole hours! No real debate, nothing worth listening too.*headdesk* And I have to vote for someone…
Our school bus broke down this morning, so I got to sit on a curb in the blazing sunlight surrounded by squealing toddlers (well, fourth graders) and next to a noisy and dusty construction site for an hour until another bus came and picked us up- but on the upside, I missed the double math period we usually have on Mondays because I was in the office trying, along with twenty other people, to persuade our headmaster to give us late slips…
Oh, and I’ve sprained my ankle and we have double PE tomorrow and our teacher won’t accept a note unless we have a doctor’s certificate!
I mean, what the [deleted]?!!!!
Your headmaster bloody well better’ve given y’all late slips. I mean, it’s hardly your all’s fault that the bus broke down and you didn’t get picked up on time…..
well, at first we were talking to the secretary who doesn’t speak a lot of english; all we managed to convey to her was that we wanted a slip of some sort- but then eventually she called in the headmaster, so, yeah…
OK, so apparently we have a dictation test tomorrow in Chinese!!! That I didn’t even know about!! Until my friends from the other class told me….and now I only have one night to study. She’s FORCING us to cram!!!
There are two classes on different days for the same level in Chinese, so my friends (my spies) found out that our class is supposedly going to have a test tomorrow! It was worse for them, actually, because they only found out half an hour before they took the test!
And what’s annoying is that she never told us about it – it’s not on the calendar page of her class website in our school’s intranet, and it’s not in my planner either which means she never told us, since I write down ALL my homework and upcoming tests etc.
And Chinese dictation involves tedious revision – copying out each character 15 times to get them ingrained in my brain…and she gives us bonus words from the text that we haven’t even done for homework or anything….AND for each word we need to know the synonyms and antonyms in case she tests us on those!!!!
So, as usual, I am procrastinating by being on MB.
I really should complain tomorrow. But what’s going to happen is that I’ll find out that she actually did tell our class and I just happened to miss it…so I’ll fail.
I already missed last lesson’s test because I was doing my violin exam! I never made it up…I think (hope) she forgot…
Sorry for the long post.
Ouch, that seriously sucks…good luck studying! I took Chinese school for a year, and it was really tedious…
*choklit to help you (procrastinate?) study*
Oh gods I HATE dictation. Hey, that’s odd- we had a dictation test yesterday (and the teacher made us all stay behind during lunch because we were apparently too loud and write 我没有æ£ç¡®åœ°å¦ä¹ which means “I did not study correctly”…)
Hey, Bella the Avatrix! I take Chinese too!!! It’s hard, isn’t it? Wo ai wo de Zhongwen shu…. not! (Could you understand that? It meant ‘I love my Chinese book’.)
I don’t understand imaginary numbers. If something doesn’t exist in the first place, and you can imagine it to be whatever you want, why the HECK would you call it “(number) i”? It could be anything at all the mathemeticians could imagine, ANYTHING- “pie”, “applesauce”, “dragons”, “blue”- and they made it numbers with a funny little script letter after them.
For being imaginary, that’s not very imaginative.
Imaginary numbers aren’t really more imaginary than “real” numbers are; they’re just not useful for counting things. Having a short symbol like the letter i makes them easier to work with, but you’re free to picture them as dragons or wungs or applesauce or superintelligent shades of the color blue if it makes mathematics more fun for you.
I think I just might do that, thanks.
Hey, imaginary numbers aren’t any less real than real numbers, nor are complex numbers any less real than quaternions, which in turn aren’t any less real than surreal numbers. (If I recall correctly, John Conway said in a lecture that when people say numbers, they should really be referring to surreal numbers. Of course, he “invented” surreal numbers, so he’s a bit biased.)
Furthermore, I filled up something like two full large pads of paper doing my complex numbers challenge set last year with the nice, short notation. Imagine if I had had to write out “applesauce” all the time instead of “i”.
Not to mention that imaginary numbers are pretty cool. They’re actually quite useful in some trig and geometry. And DeMoivre’s is (in my opinion) both really useful and really elegant.
Okay, math geek rant over.
A short list of the things that are currently making me happy:
I’m turning fifteen tomorrow!
I’ll probably take the test to get my driver’s permit tomorrow
The student teacher is almost gone from my English class
Marfwarrior brought her iTouch to school today, and I got to play with it
People actually remembered that my birthday is coming up
I got a new printer
One thing that’s making me stressed: I have an essay on The Giver due tomorrow.
Okay, I’m done procrastinating, I’d better finish that essay.
You’re reading The Giver? So am I! *high fives* I’m reading it for school too, (It sounds like you are too, but that’s just an assumption.) but thankfully we don’t have an essay…yet. Just curious, but what grade are you in? I’m in 7th…anyway, Happy Early Birthday!!
Her turning fifteen implies that she is either an older freshman, or a young sophomore.
Anyway, congrats on the digits! And just one little thing I’ve gotta’ say, ‘cuz there’s something wrong with me, it’s an iPod Touch, not an iTouch. I know… I’m very rude and annoying, but I believe it is my duty! *super-hero stance*
Good luck with the essay!
I know that it’s an iPod Touch, but I get a little lazy
I am a freshman.
Oh, can you not get it ’til 15 where you live? Back home we can get a permit at 14…..Which I did, ‘though I had no interest and, almost literally, had to be forced to go out for lessons with my dad.
Guess what? In stupid Massachusetts, you can’t get it ’till you’re 16! And the minimal age you can get your full permit might be raised to 17 and a half! BOOOO!
But once you’ve had your probational license for a period of 6 months, with a parent’s signature, you can get it converted to a real, nonrestricted license. If for some reason a parent refuses to sign, it is automatically rolled over into a non-probational license upon your 18th birthday.
…Shut up. Massachusetts invented Marshmallow fluff.
Zing.
Heh. I don’t know how to shut up. Haven’t you noticed that yet? I can ramble on for hours upon hours typing pointless randomness on this ‘blog, as one thought leads to another leads to another leads to a very long rambling post.
Nebraska invented Kool-Aid. And Arbor Day. And the 911 system. And the ski lift (because we totally have so many ski slopes here). And, um… we can Spam in Nebraska. And we invented the Reuben. And the strobe light.
Yeah, okay, I just like talking about Nebraska.
Haha, we can have skiing in Alaska with real mountains and real snow. Ski lifts are so much more useful there. And here in the midwest? If you say “snow machine” everybody thinks you’re talking about a cakin’ snow maker, not a bloody snow mobile.
Way back when (like, during the first couple weeks of school), my roomie and I were talking, and I was saying something about snow machining (’tis fun, though I’ve not done it near as often as i would like, as my family doesn’t own one. Or that is, we aparently do, but they’ve been out at our cabin for, well, nobody’s been out to the cabin since before I was born, so I doubt they work anymore). So, anyway, i was saying something about snow machining and finally she interrupted and was like, “So, by snow machine, do you mean a snow mobile?” I was like, “Uh, yeah, we call ’em snow machines back home.” Or, at least, that’s much more predominant a term than snow mobile, although I’ve heard that, as well.
My sister apparently had a very confusing conversation on the subject with someone at her school, as she didn’t get that they thought a snow machine was something that made snow, because she wasn’t wrapping her mind around such a machine. (Let me clarify: She’s not an idiot. She knows, at least on some level, that they have machines that create snow. But given the lack of need for such a thing back home, it’s not something that one really thinks about…..) So they were both apparently dreadfully confused until the person finally worked out, “Oh, you mean a snow mobile??????”
Hehe, fun times. And I’ve just proceeded to demonstrate my rambling capabilities once more. Joy.
I totally misread that and took spam to be a verb, as in the act of being a condensed block of meat
Root beer.
You can get a license at 14!!!!! Wow. Lucky you. Here we can’t get it until 16, which means that I still have about 3 years (I’m almost 13.) until I can drive. And why would you not want to drive? It seems like a pretty good thing to me…
Only a learner’s permit at 14, not an actual license. So you can only drive with a licensed adult in the car.
As for why I didn’t have any interest in learning to drive? Well, to be honest, probably the same reason I never had any interest in learning to read when I was a kid and why I currently have no interest in learning to cook…..Why should I learn, when I have someone else to do it for me?
As a kid, I saw no point in learning to read as that was what my parents and sis were there for. Why would I want to learn how when they could always read to me, instead? Fortunately, my parents weren’t having it, so I learned to read the summer before I started kindergarten. I did skip straight to little kid chapter books, however, like Boxcar Children, in addition to the classic little kids books like Dr. Seuss and Berenstein Bears and the like. XD
Then when I was 14, again, I had my parents and my sister to drive me, why’d I have to learn? Plus, I think every single lesson terminated with me in tears and my dad (or mom, but dad did most of my “lessons”) yelling at me, so I wasn’t exactly keen to participate. I don’t enjoy sobbing my heart out. I actually had to get a second permit, as when my original one expired two years after I got it (about a month after my 16th b-day) I wasn’t even close to ready to take the test so I had to renew it and then got my probie license that August.
And then there’s cooking…..Mom’n’dad’n’sis can cook the meals, why do I need to? Hehe, needless to say this has escalated into numerous arguments in the past year or so, namely this summer as I absolutely did not want to cook, but I was the only one who wasn’t working on Tuesdays, so everyone else was of the opinion that I should contribute to the family and cook. And it’s not just that I don’t /want/ to, I just really don’t enjoy cooking. It’s not fun.
Yeah, I can see what you’re saying. I don’t like cooking either, it’s quite frustrating for me because I am a verrrrrrrrry impatient person with a short attention span and a need to get things done, and fast. So cooking isn’t really my forte. I’d prefer to stick with making PB&J for the rest of my life and sitting back and letting others do the work. But of course that won’t happen and someday I’ll have to actually do it myself. Cake.
sftdp
Hee hee, I like that avatar.
Oops, I used the wrong email address there.
One of my friends once said that getting her license isn’t really important to her and she’s not going to get as soon as possible.
I think that was the one where I forgot to write a theme paragraph. It was in all the drafts and everything, but it never turned up in the final.
((Note to the GAPAs: the calendar lists a “Pumpkin Drop at West Virginia Universitry”. It appears someone went a little wild with the R key, eh?))
Oops. I mean, “Arrrr, matey.”
Random thoughts:
I love my new modern dance class.
Yesterday I went to Barnes & Noble, got another Get Fuzzy anthology and two of my friend’s
Tomorrow’s gym and chorus and my friend’s birthday. Had a Spanish “practice” quiz today, very easy.
Vanillabean(41)–Thank you. Do you like Get Fuzzy as well?
SudoRandom (35.1)– Yeah, come over here and convince my mom to. If you accomplish that extraordinary feat, we can kokon.
I can’t come over. I live too far away. And I don’t know your address. Wait- Do you live closer (approximately) to the Amherst Kokon or the Boston Kokon?
Yes!! My absolute favorite part of the strip was when Rob ordered a metronome for his brother, and Satchel thought that it was a metro gnome, and so he and Bucky were talking about rural gnomes and urbo gnomes….*trails off into laughter* My dad and I read it every morning.
Reasons I am happy:
I got my 5-week progress report and my lowest grade is an 89.
My school pictures came back, too, and for once, my mom doesn’t want a re-take.
An offer from Smithsonian magazine to upgrade my membership came and my mom agreed. If I mail it before the 30th, they’ll send me an Apollo 11 mosaic poster. (Also, if I happen to find myself in Washington DC by a stroke of incredibly good fortune, I will be able to buy things in the gift shop cheaper.)
My last XC meet of the season is tomorrow. (Normally, this would be bad news, but all the meets this year were at a very hard course that it takes a long time to travel to.)
Ares I-X is next week!
Urgh. I’ve just had the most horrifying revelation. I have a minimum of one test every single remaining week of this semester, with the exception of Thanksgiving Break, though that hardly counts as I will be having to work on my psych posterboard presentation which is due Tuesday after break. The wall is looking increasingly appealing as a hard objects against which to forcibly smash my head over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and…….Ok, so I wouldn’t really do that, but…Cakin’ wung buttons, a test (or more) every week? Plus a 10 page paper due in barely over two weeks?
Life sucks right now. Splurging on those CDs is looking increasingly appealing. *sigh*
oh whoops, gapas I left the “c” out of “.com” in my email up there…that’s why my gravatar is all wonky (even the wordpress default looks confused! )
I made the nasty discovery today that Altoids have contain gelatin. sick. My mom keeps telling me it’s agar agar (seaweed derived gelatin) but I’m like no….skin and bone is what is in my mint :/ blargh
lol have contain…i need to sleep some more I think
I learned something new today……And for whatever reason right this moment I’m finding it dreadfully hilarious. I’d say I was drunk on not enough sleep, but I actually got a decent amount last night. Oh, yes, what I learned: “Torchwood” is an anagram of “Doctor Who”. And now that I write that it print, it neither seems all that interesting, nor hilariously amusing in the slightest……Huh.
heh. I learned that a month ago or so and was surprised that I’d never realized it before.
So last night I don’t finish my homework. No time to do it earlier, I had Japanese club. It’s pretty late, so I decide I’ll get up in the early morning and do it. I’ve done this before, it’s no biggy. So this morning I wake up at 6:15ish, but I feel sick. I want to do my homework, but I feel a bit queezy. I think I was also hoping to be able to stay home from school. I go back to sleep and have a dream about a kokon and being allergic to lobster. (???) However, I wake up at around 7 and feel better. Not perfect, but not an excuse to stay home. Now I have to get ready for school stat, and have no time to do my homework. Oh joy. But wait- My dad says I don’t look that great, and feel a bit warm. I stay home, even though I don’t feel at all warm to myself. I guess my hands are cold. Whatever. I feel a bit guilty about staying out of school, but apparently I might be sick. Soon my dad has to drive my brother to his school, (which is like 45 minutes away, but he carpools) and he won’t be back for a while. So, since I’m not really that sick, he leaves me in bed, and tells me where the keys are so I can go over to my mom’s house if something happens. I feel fine for a while, talk to cleverbot, but after a bit, I feel pretty BLAH. I go into the bathroom, but it smells funny, (everything does when you’re sick) and makes me feel worse, so I get out. But I’m feeling really bad, so I head back in, lean over the toilet, and technicolor yawn (That’s really the best way to describe it, except it wasn’t that colorful. But it did more slide out than fly out, which is why I chose that phrasing.) once or twice before I try to head into my sister’s room where I think the house phone is. I can’t find it, and I feel sick, so I go back into the bathroom, don’t quite make it, and now there’s barf on the floor. Great. Can’t really clean that up, because I want to get over to my mom’s place stat while I can without losing it on the sidewalk. So I’m not sure what to do. I can’t really contact anyone, so I grab the house keys, and leave my dad’s place, leaving it partially unlocked because none of the keys work. I head down the stairs and start walking towards my mom’s house barefoot. On the way, a few people driving by see me, and probably think I skipped school. My mom’s house is just a few blocks away, so I get there soon, but my mom isn’t there, because she’s chaperoning my sister’s class camping trip. Fortunately, my mom runs a family daycare, so one of her co-workers is there, I tell her what happens, and then head up stairs so as not to spread germs to the daycare kids. Now there’s barf on my dad’s bathroom floor, his apartment is unlocked, (but not the outside door. Thank goodness.) and I’m over here until he gets back.
PROS
I get to stay home from school
I have an extra day to hand in my homework
MuseBlog all day
I get to feel not-guilty about staying home
CONS
I didn’t get to barf in school (which, honestly, how often do you get to do that? It’s wicked awesome, and, I know it sounds mean, but it would have freaked out K, who is a major Germiphobic)
I’ll probably miss Chamber Winds tomorrow
I’m sick
I was actually strangely calm… so now we know what I’d do in situations like that.
Home alone and barfing? Been there, done that. It’s actually preferable to home barfing with company, because then there’s always somebody hovering over you and you can’t just cuddle up with a plastic bag/bucket/toilet in peace and quiet while you suffer. I mean, the people mean well, it’s just when you have somebody around, you feel like you can’t just hang out in the bathroom in “peace”, and you gotta act as normal as possible…..
Well, my dad was there most of the time.
And in my experience, nobody wants to cuddle with me after I barf. How mysterious.
((GAPAs, did my comment end up in the spam bin or something for whatever reason? It was fairly long, but not long enough, I think, to count as spam.))
((Whoa- double hold on- Are all of my comments not going through? Or am I just not seeing them waiting to be moderated? If none are up by ten, or I don’t find a good explanation, I’m emailing you to make sure you can see my comments at all. How fishy.))
Luna’s comment went through… What if I alter my email? ((If If you don’t know what I’m talking about, GAPA’s, post it anyway with a note saying so. It’s important.))
That was strange. Apologies to all for the unnecessary posts.
SudoRandom, your comments indeed ended up in spam for reasons undetermined.
Strange. I posted more under my email that you may find, but they weren’t extremely important. I’ll post in this email for now, eh? You know the rest of it, right?
Apparently, the filter has pegged you as spam. Maybe after a few cycles it will learn to recognize you as legit.
So should I continue posting under my normal email?
Yes. Your last two messages came through okay.
I think that may be because I was posting from a different computer. Let’s find out.
47.2.1.1.1.2- A Nebraskan invented ski lifts? Wow. *didn’t know that*
We call the snow machines (which you drive) Snowmobiles. The ones that make snow are snow canons
*not kidding about the Schneekanonen* At least that’s what we austrians call ’em. The germans might have another, less interesting word for them.
Snow cannons (or schneekanonen)……That is indeed a very interesting word for ’em (and fun to say, I imagine).
Yeah, I think the snow machine/snow mobile thing is just regional. Most Alaskans use the former, but I’ve heard plenty of people use the latter (quite likely people who used to live in the lower 48…..).
I’m gonna start saying schneekanonen to people I dislike (i.e., You are such a schneekanonen! :lol:)
Actually, Schneekanonen is plural. Schneekanone would be the singular. Great idea !
Pronounced SHNAY-kah-NO-neh, correct?
The word “kanonen” always makes me think of Bertolt Brecht and Kurt Weill. So this whole conversation is causing me to see Die Dreigroschenoper staged with snow-making equipment. Macheath enters stage left on a snowmobile(machine)….
59.1.1.1.1- Yes.
59.1.1.1.2-
“Oh the shark has
Razor teeth, dear.
You can see them
At a glance.
And an ice ax
Has Macheath, dear,
But he hides it
In his pants.”
bookgirl_me will have to retranslate the lyrics into German when we take the show to Berlin.
We are so proud of my friend. He finally got a girlfriend (after three years straight of rejections) and we made fun of him.
Anyway, life has not changed too much, except our P.E. teacher has been resorting to brutal tactics to make us be more active (i.e. yelling unintelligble words, getting the other team in hockey to try and kill us, forcing us to run 6 laps,ect.) Sorry, but she is SUCH a schneekanonen!
Speaking of snow, I tried to snowboard this weekenend and failed epically. All my parents saw was a bundle of snow carreening down the hill. My friends, who does snowboard, mocked me all the way. Oh well. It was entertaining.
There were 43 6th graders absent yesterday, and even more today! What is this sickness that’s going around?
How many are there normally? *lives in a small town*
There’s about… 140-150, normally.
Eep.
Yeah.
And now I’m sick with a sore throat.
Everyone in 9th grade has gotten sick (thats 456 kids). I think it’s swine flu, because it’s just like the regular flu, only it travels wayyyyy faster. I think I got it and it really wasn’t that bad.
No such thing as an H1N1 vaccination.
-?-
*agrees with Robert*
Such things are in the works, if not ready now. At some (already determined) point, they’re going to give them at my school.
I got an email about general flu shots the other day, which mentioned that when they come available/when our college in particular gets ’em, they’ll be offered for free. And to offer something for free, it must first exist…..
My brother, sister and mom have all gotten swine flu. My dad and I are safe… for now……
61.1-Oh dear. That’s bad.
Hey, Celesta, ya need to clean out the dishwasher.
URGENT QUESTION: What does one do to pass the time on a 13 hour plane ride?
If you have an iPod Touch, put as many books as you can on it (there’s an app for that!
) and apps, and music, of course. Buy some new books that aren’t too heavy, and make sure you don’t read them before the flight. Also, sleeping helps to pass the time, but I really hope you’re not sitting next to a creepy person. If you’re going with a cousin or friend or sibling, try to think up good conversation starters (I know that sounds corny, but it works!) I suggest: let’s think up all the superpowers that we can. If you can bring a time-consuming game like Monopoly or chess along that would work very well also. And if you feel so inclined, try to memorize 500 digits of pi. If you have any homework, you could do that too. I hope this helps!
I used my ipod and watched in flight movies…british airways had personal tv things on the bak of the headrests though, so I was lucky. I don’t know what other companies do.They also had this function where you could map the flight progress which drove me INSANE
Books are also good although I could hardly concentrate on mine.
Try to sleep if it’s nighttime where you’re going. That will help you with jet lag, I think. (not that I feel asleep for more than an hour! ugh)
make sure you walk around a little bit every so often! you’ll want to anyway, though
my longest flight was eleven hours so I totally feel for you.
#1: Bring several really good books.
#2: If at all possible, sleep, regardless of whether it’s a red-eye flight or a mid-day flight. If you can manage sleep, the flight’ll be over in no time flat.
#3: Given the length of the flight, it sounds like it must be international. Even AK to FL isn’t as long as 13 hours, and that’s about as far as you can fly “local”. I know, I’ve done it. XD International flights typically have in-flight movies, although admittedly usually the movies are pretty lame. if you’re really lucky, you’ll be on one of the nice international flights that has a TV screen in the back of the seat in front of you, and you can choose your movie from a limited selection. These also (at least on the flight I was on) have games and the like you can play.
I feel for you. I’m not fond of flying, and I get incredibly bored, cramped, etc. Fortunately, most of my recent flights have occurred when I’m relatively sleep deprived (like at the end of finals week when I’m going back home) and thus I have no difficulty sleeping pretty much the entirety of the flight, interspersed with moments of awakeness. My flights to and from school are about 9ish hours, plus a 2 hour bus trip from the airport plus a minimum of one layover along the way. So I can easily sympathize with a 13 hour plane flight.
Not to mention, I’ve done significantly longer than that on a couple different occasions. Alaska to Europe is a dreadfully long flight. It was dang close to 20 hours, I think. Sure, not all at once, we had a layover in Minneapolis both times we went, but still. The return trips, however, were much “shorter” as I was so very sleep deprived I slept through a lot of it.
But, yeah, books. Lots and lots of books. That’s my number one suggestion.
One huge, wonderful book and lots of dozing is the combination that works best for me.
I had two of those this summer, and the following worked for me:
-Attempt to sleep. You’ll probably be able to nod off for between forty-five minutes and a couple hours at a time. Unless you fall asleep easily on planes, though, don’t expect to get too many hours consecutively. Still, sleeping helps to pass time and keeps your mood from being wretched when you get to your destination. Try bringing earplugs and putting a blanket or something over your head.
-Get up and walk around from time to time, to keep from getting too antsy. If you’re subtle enough, try counting every bald person on the plane, or something like that.
-Bring a few books that you really want to read.
-Bring a book that you really don’t want to read. Forced reading time wears me out, helping the sleep issue.
-If you have a Gameboy or PSP or something of the sort, bring that too. I used to play this one Harvest Moon game on plane rides for hours at a time.
-Write letters to people.
If they have one, read the Sky Mall catalog. It’s always good for laughs.
Indeed it is.
Although, we did get some flamabulous recycling bins from that.
Excuse me while I vent.
My English teacher is a psycho! It’s like she has two personalities- nice, if a little flaky, easy teacher, and evil, devilish teacher. For example-one day during a block period, we spent about a third of the time talking about everyone’s dates for Homecoming and learning the Single Ladies dance. Today, she tells us that we have an essay due tomorrow, and we have to fill out very specific guidelines for it. My guidelines are four pages long, with a heading. I just finished them about five minutes ago, and I had been working since about eight o’clock.
I am not going to make it through the year with this lady,
I swear, there must be some proviso in my school’s hiring policy that says all English teachers must be insane! All of my English teachers over the past three years have been absolute nutjobs! And this is the profession I want to go in to, come college. Oh well. I suppose I shall have to go mad between now and my twenty-second birthday.
*Venting over. Thanks!*
64- Okay, having crossed the Pacific twice, I can offer this advice:
1) Bring books that you have not read before and are interested in. (Carl Sagan’s Pale Blue Dot actually fits perfectly within a 6-hour coast-to-coast flight at my reading speed.)
2) Look out the window a lot and try to recognize geography. Take pictures if you have a camera.
3) I don’t know what airline you’re flying with, but Quantas had a little TV on the back of the chair in front of me and headphones so I could watch some episodes of Mythbusters, a Rugrats cartoon, and Apollo 13. There was also a music option with different channels, including a relaxation channel with a yogi instructing you on how to get comfortable enough to sleep, which brings me to…
4) … sleep if you can. Especially with the time difference, you’ll feel better having slept.
5) Get up and walk around, and do shoulder and ankle rotations so your limbs don’t fall asleep.
65- Umbridge? I feel for you.
64- Okay, There’s been so much said that I don’t really have to add anything, but most long-distance planes have a little TV in back, and you can usually (air france and austrian airlines, otherwise not sure) get to a main menu. There you can find games (chess, solitaire, backgammon, various others,…), starting times and languages of various movies and (sometimes) a documentary to keep you busy. Also, air france planes have a page in the back of their magazines with the layouts of all “their” airports, so you don’t need to try and figure out where to go when you’re tired after the flight. And people always assume that you’re omniscient
Japanese planes have tvs in the headrests. Singapore too, if I’m not misake. Trust me, books and sleep. You’ll probably be glad if you took a nap so you can watch tv while your parents are dozing.
All I can say is: Mendellian Genetics. Finally. Half way through the semester and we finally get to something that *gasp* actually makes sense.
I mean, for the first time, I actually got out of class knowing something, understanding what was talked about, if only because it was a repeat of what I’ve heard in every other bio class I’ve ever taken. And to understand what’s being talked about when you can’t understand a word the prof says? That’s a very good sign.
Luna, what grade are you in? I’m a 6th grader, and I learned about Mendal in the beginning of the school year? Am I smarter than you…?
LBK–that’s what I meant. I understand Mendel and Punnett squares and the like. Mendel makes sense. All the other stuff that has been talked about so far in my genetics class does not. I’m just questioning why, when Mendellian genetics is taught starting in grade school and is thus “common knowledge” we weren’t brushing upon it until mid-semester after talking about significantly more complex stuff.
Oh, and to answer your first question, I’m a sophomore in college.
She’s either a sophomore in college, I believe (although I can’t quite remember). I’m willing to assume that her class is going a little more in-depth than your class did.
I now feel for those poor souls who have to go to school 5 days in a row. Having no school on Wednesdays is amazing. All sophomores have these groups on Wednesday morning (not until 9:30, though) with RCs or random staff members where we just hang out, and we got to go to a coffeehouse this morning. Then, I watched a bunch of Buffy with my friend. I am now officially addicted to Buffy.
Wow, lucky you!
69-Awwww!!! Poop. Sorry about the bad language.
*shame*
Worst. Day. Ever. So, I get up this morning and, I was kinda excited because I thought my locker was gonna get decorated. At my school, you decorate someones locker for their birthday. Apparently, no one knew my birthday or my locker. Major bummer. Then my Pre-Algebra teacher was gone, replaced by a way too chatty sub who thought everyone was here yesterday and knew everything. I wasn’t. Big surprise. So, when I thought nothing could get worse, I went to Social Studies (S.S.(I’m skipping over some classes)). We had to do a survey about drugs and the like. It asked me if I “went driving after drinking a large quantity of alchahol (I spelled it wrong. Sue me.). Luckily, there was an option that said, “I don’t drive.” So then I go to lunch and have an okay lunch. Gym is a nightmare. Ultimate football. *shudders* And Health was okay. Not my regular teacher, but the sub let us do homework and read. Okay, that about sums it up. /rant /rave /venting
You have no school on wednesdays? Cool.
Wednesday is my least favorite day of the week.
Yeah, upperclassmen generally use the day to work with professional scientists on scientific research, which is pretty cool. Sophomores get to sleep/relax/do homework (which of course we always use Wednesdays to do…)/procrastinate.
49.2–Yeah, that one was funny!
I feel really bad because one of my best friends is for some reason not invited to my other best friend’s birthday sleepover, but I momentarily forgot this and said to the univited friend over the phone, “So, what did you get for S___’s birthday?” And she was really quiet for a long time, then said, “What?” Luckily, there is another *surprise* party for our other friend, so I quickly covered it up by saying, “I mean, K___’s birthday. I don’t know what I was talking about.”
I feel terrible. My only consolation is that it was by accident.
Next Friday at school we’re holding an all-school costume contest. I hope to win for my grade. I’m entering as Ringo Starr in the “Most Original” category. Wish me luck!
Aw, that must suck for your friend. Maybe you should do a little party for her, just something to let her know it wasn’t your fault. Then, make sure S is not excuding anyone from any other parties ou get invited to.
Well, S isn’t really excluding A (uninvited friend), they just aren’t as good friends as I thought they were (or wish they were.)
That still must stink.
So I finally got home from the XC meet and we had to read the first four chapters of The Catcher in the Rye. There’s something very ironic in having to stay up past my bedtime to read about a delinquent I wouldn’t want to meet in real life bragging that he doesn’t do his homework.
Oh sheesh, I’ve been gone for several days…..oops.
I finished Algebra 1, a week or so ago now I guess. Started geometry, eew. It makes some sort of sense, but not a great deal. Urg.
And our spinet is finished! Yesyesyesyes! It’s like a small harpsichord, in case anyone doesn’t know. Exciting. Now I need to learn to play keyboard instruments……like piano and harpsichord. Not like concertina. But more like both would be the best.
Daleks PWN Cybermen.
“Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate.”
“Delete” just doesn’t have the same ring to it.
My friend has a Dalek toy that she chases her dog with.
Anyone else watching the Orionid meteor shower? I saw one meteor last night, and mom just went outside to see if she could see any tonight. I’ll head out in a bit, but I notice there’s no announcement on here about it, surprising, seeing how many astronomy minded people we have on here.
It is rather strange that no one mentioned such a thing. (Not that I knew about it.)
I think there’s too much light pollution here
someday I want to go to joshua tree and watch such events there…but unfortunately I can’t see too much from my backyard
Once when I was in desert with my friends we saw three shooting stars…everything was so much brighter there.
No, it doesn’t work with my school sleep schedule, plus the fact that I live in NYC… but I might get to go out to Long Island on Saturday.
all I know about doctor who is from the episode of “extras” where ricky gervais refused to appear on the show as slug monster but eventually appears as a slug monster
99% of the internet loves doctor who though, yep
Have I ever mentioned just how much I love my roommate?
Ok, so T/Th I normally have an 11 am class, but there’s some conference thing the prof is at all week, so the class was cancelled Tuesday and today. Tuesday I used the morning to get in some necessary hours shadowing at the vet hospital. Today, I thought I’d use the morning to get a bit of extra sleep. I mean, without my 11am class, I don’t have a class until 1 o’clock.
But was this to be? Heck, no.
7:30 am: Despite the earplugs, I was awakened by roomie at her computer, doing I dunno what, but she must have been somewhat loud in order to wake me up even with the earplugs.
10:30 am: Ok, so I admit, this is a relatively decently late time for a weekday, but…..Regarldess of the hour of the day, there is one thing I would never do while my roommate was sleeping, even if she were only napping. And that is to carry on a conversation on my cell phone. It’s a bloody cell phone for crying out loud, that means you’re not required to stay in one place, you can easily step out into the hall and chat without disturbing your sleeping roommate.
But was my roomie doing this? [does that question even need answered? of course she wasn’t] No, at 10:30 I was awoken from a dream (a rather interesting albeit incredibly bizarre one) by her doing exactly that: talking on the phone. This time, I not only had earplugs in, but I also had by quilt pulled up over my head and pressed over my “exposed” ear (I was ly ing on my side). That’s a fair amount of things for the sound to ahve to go through. So, yeah, personally, that’s one of the rudest things I can imagine someone doing. Well, short of blow drying ones hair when ones roommate is sleeping. She’s not done that yet, but…..Honestly? I wouldn’t put it past her.
Yeah, like I said, I absolutely love her.
At least you don’t have to right “roommate stories.” For our wing, we had to write about a fond memory of our roommate. My roommate and I are not friends. We get along just fine, but we are not friends. I think the extent of my conversation with her has been “Do you mind if I turn off this light because I’m going to sleep now?”. Needless to say, my story was rather lame. (I think it was something like us having perfectly matching sheets, although we had decided not to color coordinate.)
Yes, that is a plus…..Seeing as my fond memories would be “And, thankfully, she goes home every weekend, so I have two mornings a week that I can actually sleep undisturbed. The End.”
I mean, even with my roomie last year–we got on great, but we weren’t ever friends. We chatted plenty of times, even had some “bonding” moments (we watched PPP and Quidditch on YouTube), but there weren’t any super spectacular moments to label as having been fond memories…..
No, wait, there was that time around Valentine’s Day when we…..Ok, background. There was this guy on the floor below us who was a bit–creepy, if you will. borderline stalkerish, it would seem. At the beginning of the year, he asked my roomie if she wanted to catch a movie. From however he phrased it, she got the impression that it was going to be a group of people, y’know freshies trying to be social and make new friends. Turned out she was the only one he invited. Then later in the year, he basically seemed to know everywhere she ever was, like “Hey I saw you walking down XXX street after such-and-such class…..” Um, wait, if you’re not in that class, why do you know what class she jsut got out of?
And there were a couple times he asked me if I wanted to grab lunch/dinner at the caf, and both times I always got the vibe that it was “as a friend”, y’know, an I’m on my way there, wanna come with so that I’m not eating alone like a lower type thing. I never actually accepted, as both times i’d just come from the caf myself, and after hearing all my roomie’s tales later on in the year, suffice to say I was rather glad I never gave him anything in the way of encouragement, although both times he’d asked I felt kinda bad refusing cuz I felt like I was being an antisocial jerk.
So, it was close to Valentine’s Day, and my mom had sent both me and my roommate those little heart shaped sugar candies. Somehow, one of us (I think it was her) joked that we should take one of the “call me” ones and slide it under his door taped to a card with a random number from the phone book scribbled on the back of the heart.. So, it started off as a joke, but then I got it into my head that we should actually do it, but instead of a random number, I got a rather twisted idea of what number to use (no, don’t worry, not another student’s number, it was from the “business” section of the phone book–use your imagination. Yes, I am evil.).
We were going to slide it under his door, but turns out his door was open and he was there, so we just sorta sauntered on down the hallway at which point either my roomie or the friend of hers that we recruited remembered that he never locks his mail box, but would leave the combo lock twisted to just the right position that al he had to do was turn it to the right a smidge to open it. So we went to the mailboxes and laughing maniacally we stuck it in his box…..
I know, I know, it was rather mean, but it was all a bit of fun done while high on sugar candies…..And not a “fond memory” that I would’ve wanted to use…..
My roommate goes home every weekend too. As do I. So that couldn’t exactly be a fond memory. It was actually kind of nice the one weekend I stayed and she didn’t. And I’m pretty sure that that does not count as a fond memory…
Well, the upperclassmen have it easier because they have had more time for those bonding moments. I mean, I’ve only known my roommate for two months. Even the people who have switched roommates knew their new roommate before this year. (It’s a small school with no transfers allowed after sophomore year.)
Oh, that’s a great roommate story…
Luna…the business section? You sure you want me to use my imagination?
Um, never mind.
I’ve never had a roomate. Except if you count sleeping on the berth deck with 20 some shipmates roomates.
Um, yeah, the business section. Your imagination is probably taking you to the right place.
I think that would count as roommates. Sounds like fun, if potentially less restful than one might ordinarily prefer.
H1N1- Did anyone know that the some of the vaccines for America are being manufactured in Salzburg? Be nice to austrians. Very nice
*huggles* Huggles for the Austrians! Come ‘n’ get ’em!
Whee! I just double jinxed myself, and opened two umbrellas in my room. My now broken one after less than half a dozen uses and my freebie one from my dad’s employee picnic, that will hopefully last longer than the former (the cheapest one I could find at WM…..).
I was comparing sizes.
I open umbrellas indoors all the time.
D’ya guys know why opening umbrellas indoors is supposed to be bad luck? When umbrellas were first made, they were spring loaded and had sharp, metal tips, so one opening in a crowded room was definitely bad.
Well, the one I opened (the freebie) is, oddly enough, spring loaded, though it lacks a pointy tip. XD
Whoops….Ah, well, it was pretty obvious, anyway.
Also, umbrellas (more like parasols, though) were first used in Africa to keep royalty out of the sun, and seen as a symbol of the sun god. If you opened one in the shade or inside, the tribes believed you were disrespecting the sun god.
So…
Pretty good day, I guess. My friend and I had fun talking to her boyfriend. New one. Like, the sixth one in a row this year. Geez.
And we’re not even close to the end of the first trimester, ha ha. At least this guy seems to be really nice, and they get along pretty well. (But maybe I’m just overly optimistic.) We played Scrabble during free period, but about half of the pieces are missing so it was more like “look for the Scrabble pieces.” He is an 8th grader who like, memorizes the dictionary in his free time, so I guess you could kind of expect him to be a nerd (I’m quoting my friend, btw.) but he’s cool.
Alright, enough ranting about her boyfriend. I’ve got to go now. Ta ta!
Meh, student council elections tonight. During mandatory study hours, I might add. I mean, we have this time specifically set aside for studying and now they make us not study during it. Not to mention that I have Scholastic Bowl and Math Circle tonight and a problem set and a website on US expansion and a French report all due tomorrow.
Our student council elections are mandatory. We have to vote, which seems a little weird to me. I mean, isn’t the purpose of democracy to be able to choose how you run whatever you’re running? Shouldn’t you be able to choose not to choose?
Yeah, that’s a little strange. But I guess They think that half the school would choose not to vote so They made voting mandatory.
I wanted to be in student council, but I didn’t get elected. I was almost certain I was going to win… I put fake hands that said, ‘Vote for (my real name)’ on them into my pockets and pulled them out while saying, ” I’m a very handy person to have around!” Turns out the people who won made up their speeches on the spot. The total un-creative-ness of some people…. None of my friends won, either. Maybe other* people don’t like our creativity, funderful ways and overall Muse-ishness.
* Other people= non Muserly folks. You know, the people who want to help hot pink bunnies take over the world…..?
HPB’s in disguise.
Has anyone ever had a substitute teacher who could’ve been a prison instructor? Or should not have been teaching?
Yes, I once had this crazy substitute who believed in mole men.
I dunno. Being able to make up a speech on the spot is probably the sign of a fairly creative mind. Sounds like something I would do. I’m the king, queen, and president (I’m the only one who voted.
) of procrastination. Once I had a final assignment five paragraph essay due on a prominent theme in The Goats, and I left it to 5:00 the morning it was due. I do more homework than is probably healthy till the morning ( ♥ alarm clocks) or at recess. I leave most projects till the last day, and for the science fair, I conducted most of my surveys, counted the data, typed it up, and arranged it for presentation on the evening of the last day.
A little stress is good in the long term, right?
(Note to all: I am in no way saying I would make a good president. Quite the opposite. If I was President of the US, most of my bills would probably be passed via me leaving them for ten days.)
speller- My teacher for 5th and 6th grade thought that voting should be mandatory. (He may be biased, he is Greek.) There are good arguments for both, and I’m not sure where I stand on the issue.
Well, there’s people who can do good improvisation, and then there’s people who say, “Uh……..hi, I want to be your president, cuz I’ll like make the year awesome and I’m awesome. Uh…………….yeah.”
Actually, they said, “Um, hi, I just made up my speech now, so, um, vote for me.” Not very creative.
Hey, for the first time since 7th grade, I actually was able to do all my homework in free period and go home with none!
You mean you actually did your homework instead of procrastinating? *sighs about kids who can’t keep their priorities straight* I had both band and gym canceled today. Needless to say, I got approximately nothing done.
What grade are you in now?
11th.
I always start my homework in free period (Except on Fridays, because then I treat myself and read a magazine or go on MB, since I’m in the library.), it’s just usually way too much for me to finish.
You have free periods? Lucky! I usually do my homework during class or lunch…
Ok…..I officially cannot listen to music and work at the same time. Or, at least, not music that possess lyrics.
Same thing here. Whenever I try to do math while listening to music with lyrics I get really distracted.
Ha ha, same. When I do both and I’m counting I get all off because I’m trying to keep up with the beat while I am trying to keep track of the numbers too. It’s weird because it’s just math, no other subject.
Same for me. I believe I already posted about my English teacher’s infuriating attitude towards this…
Ahoy, Luna! If you’re still on, I’ve just posted something that might cheer you up.
Unfortunately, no, I wasn’t still on, but…..
It is putting me in a good mood this morning (and I’ve not even started reading it yet) despite my brain feeling two sizes too big for my skull….
Man, I do not see this place much. I really needa find something to keep me coming back onto MB, but all I really have is the ball(which I rarely attend), the R&R thread for lurking and random posts on here. Bleh.
77~ Exotic dancers, anyone? You, my dear, are indeed evil.
Less restful? Ha, all you need to sleep is complete and utter exhaustion and you’re out like a light, despite the hammock, being still in your clothes, wet, cold or hot, and in a climbing harness or with a knife in a sheath on your belt and a bunch of other people snoring or running into you by accident.
Not precisely, but close enough It was under the “E”s however.
Yes, utter exhaustion does do wonders for letting one sleep in circumstances they otherwise would find most uncomfortable. On one of the choir tours I was on, I was, almost literally, falling asleep standing up while we were practicing I was so exhausted….And later our director was convinced that it was my sister, and not I, who was falling asleep during the practice. She didn’t even seem convinced when I testified that my sis was telling the truth, it was me.
Fun times, fun times.
Hey, anyone here follow tennis? And did anyone see the craptacular fit the WTA pitched when Wozniacki retired? I mean, it’s not like it hasn’t happened before, where a player’s thrown in the towel when they’re up due to an injury. Geez, punish an up-and-coming player for showing a little integrity.
So. I’m back. Did you miss me?
So I was in NYC for homecoming (and homecoming sucked, so hahaha) and then I was too lazy to log on. Yeah so now I am. Also I don’t really have time to post something large but NYC was amazing and I got to see all my old relatives and my seventy year old aunt-person-thing came out as bisexual to me and my family still loves me even though I’m totally different now.
Yes! Welcome back!
Sounds like your life is pretty great right now.
So my friend E is now obsessed will Bill Nye the
violencescience guy (I was just on the RRSmileys thread). We were talking about him in sixth period. I now have “Bill Nye the Violence guy” going around in my head.And I have NO HOMEWORK even though it’s Friday (the math test might have helped).
And I dreamt about MB the other night.
Bill Nye the Science Guy is funny. Only, my teacher puts it on TV almost every day, so I’m beginning to tire of it.
I remember last year, in Earth Science, we watched Bill Nye. That was the first class I ever slept in, because the other videos she showed were incredibly dull and they all had terrible haircuts so it was painful for me to look at them. Now I have to get back to pretending to learn (I’m at school).
I’ve always thought Bill Nye has got to be one of the more idiotic results of human inbreeding.
So, my friend (who lives just up the hill from my house) has been extremely angry at our Art teacher for a continuous three days. She rants about it on the bus, in the canteen, on Facebook, over email, and on the phone. I thought she’d finally gotten over it when I sat down to eat my sandwich and she slipped onto the chair next to me and began what I had hoped would be a civilized and polite conversation with “Mr. ____ is such a [derogatory insult]!! I hope he rots in [possibly offensive location] for eternity!! Argh!” Unsurprisingly she’d been deserted by her ordinary buddies. And do you know what the teacher did to earn her eternal hatred? He told her that she should use a ruler when drawing straight lines and that her colors were a bit off. Anyway, I’m getting sick of it.
I’m tired of writing out CelestaMoonChild, so now it shall be Celesta.
)
I’m currently in the middle of a Bloxorz tournament right now. And I’m second place. I am DETERMINED to beat my evil sister, who is ironically, first place. (
-Celesta’s BFF DC says HI! I’m BORED because everyone is sick and we are doing nothing in school (at least we get out at 10:00 today. FREEDOM!!!)
Wow, SHe’s a little sugar high (6 donuts is alot.)
I enjoy Bill Nye’s videos and his writings. He wrote the introduction for this one book about the Mars rovers and it was just very well done, the sort of insight I imagine Carl Sagan would have given on the rovers if he’d been alive.
On the topic of Mars, yesterday we got to watch a NOVA special on robotic exploration of Mars in Astronomy class because the teacher had a meeting. It was really funny watching the video of the Phoenix landing and knowing what was going to happen, because when it was actually happening, I was all tense and huddled by my computer, with NASA TV in one tab and MB in another so I could post updates. The interview bits they chose to use by Steve Squyers from the rover team weren’t very well chosen, though. He came off seeming kind of crazed.
YESS! I’M HOME! NO MORE HAVING TO LEARN ABOUT THE CIVIL WAR!
I’m back on the blog from being sick!
I guess.
((Note from soccer starr: I’ve finally convinced my sister to get onto MB! She’s agreed to write something here even though it’s unlikely that she will be on for very long or be able to post very much because she’s very busy with school, sports, etc. etc. So anyway…here are her musings! Oh yeah, and I apologize about the very uncreative name. She’s not a very creative person…ha ha.))
Hi Musers!!! I’ve gotten Muse since I was…six. Or seven. Didn’t really know what it was all about then, but somehow I always missed any mention of MB until soccer starr noticed once and logged on right away and obviously loves it since I know all that. She’s been trying to convince me to get on forever, so now finally she will be off my back! Hooray!! Like she said, I probably won’t be able to be on very much. I’m really busy, but I’ll try to get on every now and then for a little musing here and there. Now soccer starr has the sub, but I always read the amazing mag ASAP. (Once I steal it out of her room basically…)
I guess I should tell you about myself? (Soccer starr is right behind me and telling me to by the way, otherwise I would be able to tell you all the bad things she’s ever done.)
I’m in 11th grade in the pit of torture. Actually, I like school. It’s not bad, just painfully frustrating sometimes. Soccer starr is obsessed with Percy Jackson. (Oops, that’s not about me. Her. But she says you all know that already.) It’s annoying listening to her every freakin day talk about it. So I’m guessing it’s probably annoying for you too, but at least you don’t have to actually HEAR her. It’s worse, trust me. (NO, don’t worry. I’m kidding ss!!!) I play soccer. (Surprise there?!) I love randomosity, as you’ve probably already noticed here. And peanut butter with pretzels. And pie. Which I’m pretty sure every Muser must love, but I’ve got to mention it here anyway. Who doesn’t? Wow, that looks like a terrible post, but since soccer starr is whispering “post it, post it” in my ear I guess I will. Love to all! All of you Musers rock, and especially the GAPAs!! (SS filled me in on everything!)
Oh yeah, and I am sooo creative. Kiddin. Not really.
Dang, you know you’re getting old when you think “11th grade….How old was that again? 16? 17?
That’s young.” 
Sorry, random thoughts of a certifiably insane lunatic.
Welcome to the ‘blog, soccer starr’s sis, though we’ll have to do something about the name if you spend much time here….. 
So, welcome pies?
I think we’re all certifiably insane lunatics here…….
Anyway, welcome!
94- Welcome!
The Class of 2011 club seems to be growing here on MB.
On related terms, I have, for the second year in a row, procured a senior class t-shirt for myself. I only wish I could’ve gotten one my freshman year–then I would’ve been able to have the full set.
But most importantly: it’s the weekend! Hooray! *collapses from exhaustion*
94~ Welcome!
94.1~ Hey, I’m 17, and not too long ago you said about how our ages weren’t really all that far apart!!
Kidding.
Actually, speaking of ages I’ve been realizing lately how many of my friends are in college, or out of college, and really not a great deal older than me. This is a positively alarming thought. Then I think that I could have graduated HS by now if I’d actually done my schoolwork….and if I’d been faster I could be attending classes at the community college now. Suckish. I actaully had thought I might do that, but no. Next year.
The thought of college scares me quite a bit, but at the same time I kind of want to be there. Eh, pointless rambling.
I should go get the movie set up. G’night.
They’re not, not really. Sixteen just sounded young for some reason, not quite sure why, because three years really isn’t all that huge an age difference….I dunno, I guess I’m just feeling old because *shudder* I’m going to be 20 in just a few months. Which really isn’t old, it’s just…..I’ve been a teenager for so long, 20 seems like such a big jump. Like I’m actually an adult…..
On an unpleasant note….I don’t know if I mentioned, but most of this week, my charming *coughcoughcough* and mostly absent roommate has appeared to have been possessed of a cold. Now, as I’ve mentioned, increasingly often, it seems the girl is only here in the mornings when I’m [trying] to sleep to drop things off after her night at home, and occasionally for an hour or two in the afternoons when I get out of class.
Honestly, I really don’t get why she’s paying for room&board, she’s not exactly sleeping here often enough for it to be worthwhile, but….Yes, as I was saying, she has/had a cold. Today, I have that dreadfully annoying barely noticeable scratchy feeling in my throat, that so often predates a full-on sore throat and cold. Thanks, roomie, thanks so very much for your kind and generous sharing of your germs.
Yeah, I get it, it’s hard not to contaminate somebody when you share a room about the size of an average person’s bedroom. but that’s just it: If she actually spent any real amount of time here (say, slept here), I would be significantly less peeved at catching her cold. I get that it’s hard not to spread the germs around in such close quarters. but when she’s only here long enough to drop off her things (including whatever nastly little cold bug she was carrying), sorry, that just really irritates me.
Maybe I”m just overly grumpy because I’m almost 100% positive that tomorrow I’m going to wake up feeling like, erm, *runs words through censor in mind……processing, please wait* garbage, but…….Dangit, I really don’t need to be sick right now. For one thing, I’ve got a 10 page paper to write and…..12 days to do so in, and I also have an organic test I need to study for during that same time frame.
And no good excuse for not having already started the paper, it’s not like I didn’t know I had it to write since before the school year even bloody started.
Excuse me while I utilize the very hard walls of my dorm to smash my skull to jelly.
SFTDP….But I don’t suppose I’ve mentioned recently just how bleepin’ much I hate people?
so, I’ve finally started to do some research for my paper. In general, it’s supposed to be some sort of human/animal interaction topic, from service animals to puppymills to animal fighting to elective surgery for pets. My specific focus is looking like it’s going to be animal fighting. And so far, all I’ve managed to do is get myself thoroughly disgusted with the human race as a whole….People are seriously sick. and that’s all I’ve got to say while I go and infect my mind with more sickening images as I work on my paper.
Great, just great. As if this day wasn’t going oh so well already (catching my roomie’s cold, depressing psych paper research), now my caking computer hates me.
I was doing my research on my bed, and using battery power. Alright, so mayhap battery power isn’t the wisest, but it should have, oh, about 2 hours minimum (in theory) before it gets low. Plus, I was watching the battery power, and it always warns you when you get “dangerously” low.
but, oh, no, less than an hour in, all of a sudden *zoink*. The piece of bloody caking garbage goes black, it’s shut itself off. I grab my power cord, plug it in and reboot, and you know how much caking power it says it has? It says the damned thing is only drained to 45% power, there is no caking reason that the blasted thing should’ve up and shut off. Absolutely no reason WHATSOEVER. It wasn’t even close to low power. So now I don’t want to leave it on battery until it’s mostly drained, as you’re supposed to, because I don’t want it to turn itself off again, but I don’t want it to learn a new charge of only 50%…..Dammit, the computer’s not even two years old, there’s no bloody reason it should be doing this to me!
And, of course, all of my million tabs (not much of an exaggeration) in Firefox weren’t saved, because my computer just upped and quit, so it Ff didn’t save them. Which pisses me off, because I had quite a few tabs open that were either being used for school, or….funnness. But, oh, no, can’t possibly remember what tabs you had, so now I”m screwed there.
The few webpage URLs I’d posted into a word doc for my research are probably lost as well, luckily I hadn’t typed anything, just a small handful of websites that I won’t even be able to use as sources, because they’re no scholarly.
My life really sucks right this second.
Firefox usually saves tabs when it shuts down improperly. At least it tries to. Check your history; some of those sites should be there. By the way, it may depend on the battery, but I have read various places that many if not most batteries these days don’t need to be drained. In fact, some instructions spell that out for a lot of electronics.
I empathize though. I’ve experienced a lot of unexpected computer shenanigans the past couple of days.
Well, as far as the battery goes…..Just going based off of what my Dad told me, that I should always drain it all the way before recharging. I don’t honestly recall if the manual specified.
As for the history…..Unfortunately, with my version of Firefox, it doesn’t seem to put a new entry into the history when you load it at the beginning of the day. That is to say, all your saved tabs do not get reentered into history, unless I visit them and actively do something on them. So, since most of the tabs (except the primary ones like my emails/grade site) have been inactive more multiple days…..Not in today’s history, and I don’t really have the time (or energy) to find them…..
Dangit, Macs are supposed to be GOOD computers, not bloody crash for no reason pieces of garbage.
*laughs at your obviously inferior computer*
*punches you in the nose and tosses you in to be eaten alive by a bunch of piranhas*
Really not in the mood, Piggy. I’m in a homicidal obscenity spewing rage, so…..You’ve been warned.
Alright…..it’s war. 10:22 at night (I’m fairly certain it’s quiet hours now, but maybe not until 11), the darling country music loving neighbors across the hall start in, singing (and now playing) that blasted “she wears short skirts….” country song that I’ve heard about 50 thousand to many times in my life. So queue up my own music (nearly full volume), and even if they can’t hear it, well, I can’t hear theirs, so…..
Of course, I can’t concentrate on my school, either, not that much is getting done other than me trying not to cry in frustration.
Wheee… Long weekend; Monday is our national holiday *happiness*
What event does the Austrian national holiday celebrate?
It basically celebrates two things;
1) The day the “immerwährende Neutralität” (Permanent Neutrality) was decided (after the country was flattened in WW2, the promise of no more war was a popular move)
2) The first “free day”
(-> 91 after the Staatsvertrag was signed, all the troops had to have left Austria (after 10 years of occupation by allied troops and 7 years of being part of Germany))
It isn’t much of a celebration though- not like in America, with all the parades and the fireworks. It was first officially declared national holiday in 1965 (before that, it was flag day).
Actually, us Americans don’t have too many parades. The only ones I can think of are 4th of July and Thanksgiving. Oh, and the Rose Bowl (not a holiday, though…hmmm….)
Besides, my uncle lives in europe, and no one can really party like the europeans.
I’d say we have plenty of parades. Not all of them may be national, but I know most cities like to organize fun little parades that are independent of the rest of the US. And there are a few more parades than you are naming… Such as the Memorial day Parade.
Or the Quebecois.
I feel sick. And sore. And I have a headache. I took a nap before but when I stood up I felt so dizzy that it actually made me feel worse. Argh.
Ohhhhh. *empathizes* You sound worse than me, luv. Actually, you sound like you could have the flu (not to freak you out, or anything). After complaining to my parents via email that my roomie had infected me with her cold, Dad sent me an email with a link to somewhere to compare all my symptoms to make sure I didn’t have the flu.
But hopefully you’ve just got a bad cold……*gives Pepper Up Potion*
I know what you mean about the nap thing, too. I thought to take a nap after getting back from stuff this morning, but lo and behold, when I woke up, I felt even worse than I had before lying down. Not pleasant. Naps are supposed to be helpful.
Yup. I might, but right now my symptoms point (According to my mom, who knows?) that I just have some congestion and some sort of headache cold. Or something like that. Still, that doesn’t exactly make me feel any better, and I really can’t afford to miss any school right now – I hate trying to catch up even if it’s just a few day’s worth, those can still really kill in the long run. Cake.
AND, just to make things worse I have a soccer game to go to today that I really don’t want to be in because I know it’ll only make me feel worse but I’m getting dragged along anyway. Hopefully I’ll be able to explain to my coach ahead of time so that I can sit most of it out. The last thing I want to do right now is play soccer. Ugh. Yesterday we had an awful game where I felt really terrible and we were playing in the mud and it was raining and stuff so obviously that didn’t help at all.
I don’t know if my mood swings are because of all the confusion over the Constellation program’s future, although that’s usually what they concern, or if its just a teenage thing and even if the return to the moon was assured, I’d be feeling this way over something else.
Hey Robert, recognize my avatar?
*laughs evilly*
*screams* Wait- SOUL CANDY! *steals* *eats*
“Hop.”
This would probably be better for the homework thread, but……
For my paper, she has it “broken down” into subgroupings of what we’re supposed to talk about. My focus is going to be animal fighting.
A. A thorough description of the topic or issue being explored (100/250 points)
B. Historical, legal, and moral context of the topic or issue (50/250)
….
F. Use subheadings for items A-D above.
Uhmmmm, is it just me, or does B seem to fall under A? I don’t get how I can have to separate and not completely redundant sections for those two. B very much seems to me to be central to a through description, and thus not able to be its own section……Am I being extremely dense here and missing the point and making this harder than it should be? I tend to do that…..
I think, by judging the context, that B means A but in not as a thourough format (?)
But, I don’t know your teacher, and I think she’s being awfully broad on the rubric.
106 – How long should the portion of the paper responding to section A be? It seems to me that for section A you could just describe the issue itself, give examples, and so on.
I’m not sure. The entire paper is suppose to be 10 pages long.
Part A is worth 1/2 of the points of sections A-D, the remaining 50 points are dispersed amongst grammar and proper citing of sources, and that sort of thing. In a sense, that would imply that the thorough description should be 1/2 of the paper, but I don’t see how that could possibly be the case…..
*sigh* I hate writing, and I’m royally pissed at myself for putting this off for so long…..
Gosh, so much stuff has happened since I was away. I hate writing, too, but my parents and teachers say when I get off my lazy butt (Not exactly like that, of course :lol:) I’m pretty darn good at writing.
JJjetplane- OMG!!! LOLCATS!!! W00T!!
The new Raw materials PWNS!!
Roberto, I want your opinion on something:
Can “till” be legitimately used as a synonym for “until”? The dictionary claimed it could be, but I didn’t buy it.
Yes. This time I agree with the dictionary. Contrary to what many people think, “till” isn’t a contraction of “until.” It’s a separate word, perfectly legitimate in its own right. It has my editorial blessing; use it in good health.
I just came back from a slumber party…how fun. I’m really tired because I stayed up until three talking to my friend. Actually, I’m so tired that I keep forgetting I’m alive. Today is my friend’s surprise birthday party.
I can’t wait for Halloween. My Ringo costume came out very nicely, thank you for asking.
*sniffle* I feel absolutely horrid this morning. Wouldn’t be too bad if my head wasn’t aching, I could deal with the slight bit of sniffles, can even get over the fact that my mouth still feels bone dry (breathing through your mouth all night…..takes awhile for it to moisten up again).
But my head. Sure, I’ve had worse headaches, but this is the sort of really unpleasant headache, even if it’s not as painful as other varieties. It’s the my-sinuses-are-all-clogged-up-and-brain-is-under-pressure sort of headache. Most unpleasant, and worst of all, not curable by sleep or food.
And I can’t decide if tylenol or DayQuil is going to be more helpful for me. …..But I need to take something if I want t have any hope of getting anything done today. *grumble* I hate my roommate. I really, really, really, really, really hate my roommate.
I feel the same way, Luna. *air hugs because right now I really don’t want to spread my germs around*
*air hugs back*
Here, have some medicinal choklit. *hugs and medicinal choklit*
Mmmmmm. Thank you. Speaking of chocolate, I did just devour most of a pint of chocolate ice cream, although it was more along the lines of chocolate syrup, as, well, refrigerators don’t do a lot for keeping ice cream cold. XD But I’d picked it up yesterday and not finished it, so…..
I envy you
Don’t. I’d rather not be sick and not have had any ice cream than be sick and have had icecream.
Same. Ha ha.
I have no idea what i’m going to be for halloween and it’s only a week away. I’m going to a party, so it’ need to be osm.
*sigh*
I’ll think od something…someday…or never…
I FINALLY got my BFF to go on the MB because she hasen’t been on in forever!
VICTORYYY!
I just wrote “i’ll think OD something”-sorry should be OF-NOT OD
My keyboard is havng issues.
Sorry.
I need to sleep some more…
You could be a
. I am!
I cannot write this essay. I have no idea why but everything I write does not make sense and does not fit with my thesis and even my thesis is weird and doesn’t quite fit the prompt but I can’t fix any of it no matter what I do. And I only have 30 minutes before I have to leave and I won’t get back home until very late tonight.
Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap
*choklit* Although you may be already done by now…still. Eat it!
I can sympathize, Jadestone. I’m in the middle of an essay on “The Crucible” for a sadistic, psycho english teacher.
Hiii! I’m back from my long solitutde of silence!!!! My life was filled with math, math, and more math.
Welcome back!
Peace &Pie.
Welcome back from your long solitude of silence! I don’t recognize you, so hi!
Hello. I’m afraid I don’t know you, but welcome.
If you don’t mind, what math have you been doing? As a complete math nerd, I’ve definitely had times of “math, math and more math.”
I don’t recognize you either, despite having been around for somewhat longer than soccer starr, (Not meant in any sort of a derogatory way, I promise!) but welcome back!
Hope your math situation gets better quickly! Or stays better, if it’s already better! Unless you like math…
Nope. No offense taken.
I hope this doesn’t count as a double post, but sftdp anyway.
My soccer game wasn’t as bad as I was dreading it to be. I actually felt a little better than before, (I still do, actually.) We lost the game but played pretty well and I didn’t totally conk out like I expected. So that’s good. As for my sickness update, I still have a little bit of a headache/dizziness but much less than before. I’m coughing a little bit too, but less congestion then before as well. So basically I’m feeling a teensy weensy bit better all around! Still not perfect, but still good.
Yesterday, I was in the SpaceVidcast chatbar, talking with my friend FMOM and a user I didn’t know very well named W. Here is what happened-
FMOM: “I’ve got all this homework to do, it stinks.”
Me: “So do I, I have to fill out this big packet on life during the Jefferson Admininstration.”
W: “So, how was life during the Jefferson Administration?”
Me: “Pretty good.”
W: “Any space program during that time?”
*FMOM and I spend about a minute trying to decide if he’s being funny or if he doesn’t know because he’s from Denmark*
Me: “Uh, Lewis and Clark.”
Yurgh, that’s lovely. The lady bug that has invaded my dorm room has taken up residence on one of my earplugs. Now, I’ve nothing against lady bugs, I happen to like them, but…..I dunno, somehow that’s just vaguely disturbing. Needless to say, I don’t think I’m going to be using that pair again. I just can’t envision shoving something into my ear that had a lady bug doing who knows what on it.
Of course, with my cold, I’m thinking ear plugs aren’t the best idea, anyway, as when both sinuses and ears get plugged (think airplane trips), this leads to the most unpleasant head-is-going-to-explode-and-rupture-eardrums feeling. So, suffice to say, there is little doubt in my mind that I will be awoken bright and early tomorrow morning when my roommate returns her things to the dorm after her weekend home.
*sigh* Being sick makes me incredibly grumpy. Apologies for the rant.
I have a cold and swine flu. Speaking of swine flu, at what temperature should I call a doctor?
Goggle searching…….Not very helpful, but I’d suggest you call your doctor NOW! if you think it’s swine flu.
Why?
I have a band audition tomorrow, and a chemistry worksheet due Wednesday. My mom told me to make sure I do the chemistry worksheet first, because it was more important by far than practicing for my audition.
On a slightly related note, today is the first time I’ve ever doubted that I was brought home from the hospital by the correct family.
How come? Because they value chemistry ove-WHAT???? YOU WERE AT THE H-H-HOSPITAL???? WHY???!!! Sorry ’bout that.
I imagine she was born there…
And to disturb everyone: “Twelve babies will be given to the wrong parents each day.” —The Book of Useless Information
Oh. Duh. I thought, like, she was sick and the wrong parents took her home. Duh. *headdeskheaddeskheaddesk*
Does anyone know where Alice has been lately?
She has posted intermittently, but from what it sounds like, she’s just incredibly busy. Theater stuff on top of school work.
Ahh. I’ve been wondering about that.
I stayed home from school today. Felt absolutely miserable, despite the fact that I actually felt better yesterday than the day before but everything just went all downhill today. I have a sore throat, headache, fever, and just general coughing and congestion. (Pleasant, huh?!) Cake, this sucks. I got my homework from a friend and I already feel like I’m far behind. I’m going to have a lot of work tomorrow to do if I can even make it to school again…
Alice is alive and well, it seems. And lost the game not too long ago, by the looks of it…
When was I here last? A few days, I think. Oops.
Um, Ghost walk at the fort was fun as usual, I ended up being a tour guide instead of running around and screaming in the woods, but that was okay.
And sometime in the near future we’re getting a new computer. Quite excited about that. A Mac (though after reading Luna’s post it’s a little scary…). But it’s still exciting. Just about anything would be better than the piece of *enter expletives at your own discretion* we’re currently using. Grr. I love it because it was a generous gift (hand-me-down), but it’s been so evil lately.
Anyway. Choir rehearsal tonight, I need to go fetch mom and drag her to the car so we won’t be late.
I may be blog-deprived for a bit, with computer swapping etc. So anyway, see you later.
“*enter expletives at your own discretion*” If you don’t mind, I’m stealing that phrase for the next time I feel myself in need of an expletive but can’t post it……
And now I lost the game.
I lost the game too. But I believe the GAPAs classified posts that consist solely of losing the game as PoPos in 2007.
Thanks, both of you.
I’m currently helping my dad (actually, he’s teaching me) to make amazing spaghetti and meat sauce! Yay!
I have to make a PowerPoint presenation for my mom with 76 slides *headdesk*…but she’s paying me in extra computer time, and I’m earning my Girl Scouts Bronze Award by doing it, which only kind of makes up for it.
I’m home sick. I just have a cold, but my throat is sore(thus making it hard to talk, except for whispering) and my nose won’t stop running. it’s driving me nuts.
*hugs & choklit* And I thought my cold was miserable–you and soccer starr sound like you’re both having it worse off…..I’ve mainly just got this mind-fogging headache (and it’s not even a truly bad headache, either).
*sends emergency Pepper Up Potion*
Sounds a lot like what I have, except I can talk fine, though I’m a little hoarse. And I’m mostly better. The first night was torture, though. Lying in bed dreading the time that I’d have to swallow… Terrible. Then my friend came over, and told me all about how I cure a sore throat, and made me soup, which helped.
It was funny though. While she was over, she decided, without asking me, that I had a stuffy nose. Now, what do you do for stuffy noses? Why, you eat something hot. My sister obligingly got out the hot sauce. Note: Neither I, nor my friend, like spicy things. So, after some dillydallying, my friend and sister were sitting there trying to convince me to eat a saltine with cheese and entirely too much hot sauce on it. My friend volunteered to eat one, to make me feel better, so I said, ‘Okay, but you’re eating it first.’ She ate it, with more hot sauce than mine had, and… Well, let’s just say that she wasn’t just thrilled with the spiciness. And then I ate mine without really chewing it properly, and washing down the hot sauce before chewing it, so I didn’t really get it. My friend wasn’t thrilled. So I ate another, to make her feel better. It wasn’t that spicy either. Then, finally, my friend got around to asking if I had a stuffy nose.
The answer, of course, was no.
If you stuck with that to the end, I’m impressed. It was probably much longer than it needed to be, and I’m shutting up now.
Heh. Join the club. *sniffle*
*sigh* Well, I’ve exiled myself to the library in the hopes that that will help me get a good start, at least, on my paper. I have informed myself that I am staying here for the next 7 hours and 15 minutes unless I get my butt in gear and write a minimum of 2 pages (at which point I might take pity on myself and let myself leave early). Otherwise? No leaving until the library closes….Which is 2 am. So, I suppose I ought to actually get to work, huh, instead of taking advantage of the library’s wireless….
And I’ve brought my laptop’s adaptor, so no nasty untimely crashes on battery power. Of course, it would be just my luck that the power would go out, or something, and then not only would I be on the, uh, *checks*, fourth floor which is mostly deserted (had to come all the way up here to get away from all the people), but…..Um, dunno what the “but” is, so, I’ll shut up and stop procrastinating now, I hope.
One of my closest friends here was found by his roommate unconscious on his floor yesterday afternoon, and rushed to the hospital. He’d been complaining about a stomach ache and a headache for a day or two, but was going to wait until Monday to see a doctor. All last night, all I knew was that he was on a breathing machine and then life support in ICU; they didn’t know what was wrong. Turns out he has pneumonia; he’s doing a lot better now, but it was really scary.
And then another of my closest friends has H1N1. I’m probably sick already. Meh.
Sounds like you’ve had a tough day. *hugs and choklit* In case you needed them.
So tomorrow is the Division Championships. And Ares I-X if the weather cooperates. It’ll be before we leave (I hope), but if I watch and something goes wrong, I probably won’t be in much of a mood to run. Should I not watch at all?
-is still alive-
Hello!
And now I lost the game again… Yay!
OK…checking on other threads…and I’m off again to change for work…
I lost the game again now. Good to see you back.
Yay still alive! I’ve missed you! (not that I’ve been around much either.)
*sends chocolate cake and chicken noodle soup to everyone who is sick*
Today my friend and I were messing around with Google, and we came across the Church of Google. It is hilarious! The funniest part was the prayers. Go look it up. Laughter is good for all you who are feeling sick.
Mmmmmm. Thank you very much! *goes to look at Church of Google instead of working on paper*
Hatemail #8: Let’s just say I nearly exploded from the effort of holding in my laughter. I thought it best not to be roflol as I’m still at the library…..But it was very, very difficult……
Ok, must stop. Do not have time….*chants over and over again: paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper. Must work on paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper…..*
Be advised that some of the hatemail expresses its sentiments with vocabulary that would be snagged by the spam filter on MuseBlog.
Er, yes, meant to say that the language on aforementioned specific hatemail #8 was rather colorful and, erm, obscene……Sorry ’bout that.
Yum. Thanks.
*devours*
I was peeling potatoes and then I peeled my finger. It’s bleding a lot, and it hurts.
*cringes* And my sister has delegated me the task of slicing potatoes when I join her at her college for Thanksgiving. *sniffle* The last time I sliced anything (onions, quite a few years ago–I avoid cooking like the plague) this also involved cutting my finger, as I didn’t realize the paring knife was poking through the other side of the onion when I readjusted my grip…….
*hugs* Lot’n’lots o’ *hugs*
And it’s still bleeding a lot.
Maybe you shouldn’t be typing with it. Rinse it, soak it in hydrogen peroxide or another disinfectant, wrap it in a paper towel with pressure on it for a while, and put a Band-Aid on it with gauze underneath. And type one-handed for a day or so. At least you won’t have to peel any more vegetables for a while.
Your post keeps changing. I vote for: avoid hydrogen peroxide at all costs. It stings like mad, no matter what everyone tells you otherwise. Believe me, I know. I had it poured all over my abrasions when I fell off of my bicycle when I was little and just ask my mom–you could’ve heard me screaming miles away. *shudder* Horrid stuff, that.
On the plus side, it is very useful for inducing vomiting and removing blood stains from clothing and other materials. Both of these two uses I learned at work (vet clinic)……Poor dogs foam at the mouth when you give it to ’em. Disgusting.
I prefer Dettol. Works like a charm and virtually painless, although unfortunately when you peel off the bandage you find a sticky, gooey, bloody, dettol-ey mess atop your wound.
I wasn’t typing with it. I did wrap it with a paper towel and apply pressure. Then my parents came home.
Ouch, I’m sorry. -hugs- That has got to be incredibly painful. I was trying to juice a lemon with a knife one time and accidentally sliced the side of my finger… I’m exceptionally careful with pointy objects now. Wash it off, disinfect it, and put a band-aid on it. I hope it’s not a finger that you have to use a lot…
Why is that I can watch abscesses get drained on dogs/cats/etc, see badly broken appendages on dogs/cats/etc, see dogs (ok, a dog) with a sliced open foot (very badly sliced, on sheet metal), a basket ball sized tumor removed from a dog, canine intestines cut into to remove obstructions, and all manner of other nasty things with hardly the slightest yuk factor, but talk of peeled human fingers makes me vaguely nauseous?
And the library just keeps getting busier and busier……My relatively uninhabited and quiet space is being invaded by an increasingly large number of people……
Yes! No school today, yesterday, and the rest of this week!!!!
It’s our half-term break, and I am in need of recovery from school!!!
And I’m not going anywhere on vacation this week, so every day will be spent lying at home doing nothing..going on MB etc.
I feel so lazy…I woke up at 9.30 today due to my 4-year-old cousin who is visiting from China jumping on top of me and shaking me awake.
And I don’t really have anything to do today! Well, except for French at 6.30 tonight..but other than that I have no obligations!!!!
Anyway, hopefully I’ll be able to be on here for the whole day and be on here the same time as most of the rest of you…who are on different time zones..
123.1~ Feel free to plagiarize as you wish.
I am currently EXTREMELY excited. Today I counted up the several hours of driving time I got in the past few days and added them to the previous figure and I have, at this time, 54 hours and 20 minutes. And I need 60 to get a provisional driver’s license that will allow me to drive on my own.
But that’s not all. My car (the lovely bright red convertible) is actually getting fixed, and should be done within a few weeks–brakes, new top and seats, and a bit more polish. Details (like an overhead light, etc,) still need attention, but it’ll be drivable. I’m so excited. Did I mention that? Well I really am. Quite excited. Incredibly so. Deliriously pleased.
I can’t wait to be able to GO places….like, oh, I don’t know, maybe North Carolina or something…… *squeals happily* If I’m allowed to drive over 300 miles by myself and stay for a few days or something, ha. Oh well. I can dream…… *does so*
Did I hear North Carolina? *hint, hint*
*also hint hint*
*sigh* According to IQA, there are 256 colleges with Quidditich teams in the US, and I don’t manage to end up going to one of ’em…..No tengo suerte. *sniffle*
Ohhhhhhh. My eardrums. My poor, poor eardrums. Note to self: Next time you study in the library, do not sit right underneath the loudspeaker, as it is, well, very LOUD. Or it is when they make announcements, as they just did. apparentlly they felt the need to announce that “****** library copy service will be closing at 11 pm.” At full bloody volume. And when it was previously quiet except for the sniffling of the guy on the other side of the desk thingy (forget what they’re called) and the busy noises being made by the half a dozen other people in the area, well, suffice to say it is very loud, unexpected, and painful on the ears. and as you can tell I’m really not getting very much done over here, am I?
I’ve been reduced to ranting about the loudspeaker, researching the number of Quidditch teams in existence, and adding to the graffiti on the aforementioned desk thingy by doodling the mark of the Deathly Hallows and writing next to it “Grindelwald was here”…..No, I never did claim to be a good child.
Ouch… that must really hurt.
*hugs and choklit*
135.1~ Yes, my dear, you did. Are you anywhere in the general vicinity of Boone? I definitely want to see your museum sometime.
Ohh, I need to go take a bath.
Need to get up tomorrow…..bleh.
It’s about 2 hours. Pretty direct route, too.
So….bullfighting. Matadors. Bullfighting is supposed to be a way of proving ones masculinity….. Given such, anybody else find the following dreadfully ironic? (apologies, GAPAs, if this is too graphic. Feel free to snip this post if it is…..)
“Doctors specializing in taurotrau-matologia (horn-wound surgery) are accustomed to working on the……eviscerated scrota of bullfighters.”
So the quest for masculinity is actually leading to an individuals emasculation, instead….Yup, definitely ironic.
and closing out of MuseBlog doesn’t do any good if one merely reopens it the moment they have something they want to post, or the moment they want to see if there have been more comments…..
Well, I thought I’d let you all know that I am now safely back in my dorm room, after having just walked across campus from the library at midnight, alone, with my laptop. Yup, real genius move. And I’m considering doing the same again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, until I finally get this dratted paper finished.
Glad you’re safely back. I seem to remember that some campuses will let you call a security person to walk with you.
I’m not sure if our does….I know there are randomly spaced emergency “call boxes”, where you can press the button if your freaked and they’ll send somebody.
I really wasn’t particularly worried (even if I should’ve been). I was just thinking on they way back that having my laptop with me was potentially asking for trouble. Of course, I wasn’t so much worried about my laptop gettng stolen, as much as losing the work I’d done on my paper if it was.
*Kai hurries into school library*
“Give me a computer to watch Ares I-X or I will release the hounds!”
Okay, according to the launch blog, everything’s go, nonessential personnel are being cleared from the launchpad.
Let’s light this candle.
I’m watching the launch at www .nasa .gov/multimedia/nasatv/index.html , and I’ll bet you are, too.
Everybody go there now!Countdown stopped because of weather. Launch window closes at noon, Eastern time, but they think they’ll get another chance before then.I feel like I would throw up right now, but I haven’t eaten for about 18 hours, so I don’t think that’s possible. My dad, a virologist, said that if I throw up while I have the flu (which, considering I have all the symptoms, I probably have) I should call the hospital. I might have thrown up if I ate something, so I think my best bet is to eat something and see if I’m okay. Now that I think about it, ice cream is probably not the best thing to eat right now.
Aw.
I’m sorry. I had something really similar to that, and I think it’s going around my school…
Hmmm. You should? I had the flu like two years ago and I fainted. And threw up. And I didn’t have to go to the hospital… although I did go to the doctor.
Are you sure you had the flu? Were you coughing?
Oh, yeah, I had the flu all right.
You probably had the “stomach flu”, which, like the panda bear, is not a flu.
The panda bear isn’t a flu? *gasp* You’ve just ruined my entire day. Nearly 20 years, now, I’ve always thought the panda was a variety of influenza…. I’m going to go cry in a corner now. I’m absolutely crushed.
138.1~ I’ll definitely come pester you then!
*squeals with happiness*
Today, volleyball was quite amusing as all the girls had PMS (girls and guys are separated for gym). We have to go out and buy or own lunches, so most girls had chocolate with chocolate. Which means that the team was either on the verge of tears or about to try to murder the gym teacher who kept yelling at us (for missing the ball) or expiring from cramps or a stomachache or a combination of the aforesaid factors. The rest went into hysterical laughter after the every missed shot. I usually got the ball, except that I either slammed it into the ceiling or banged it onto the floor (yes, I was pissed of most of the lesson). Let’s just say that the general performance is better in most 6th grades (*is a sophomore*). Okay, now I’ll go of laughing demonically, bawling or punching something (or all three).
Errrrrgh, I hate my dad so much right now.
I stayed home from school again today, although I do feel better than yesterday. I had a fever when I woke up, but it’s gone away now and I’ve taken some medication so I’m feeling a lot better.
Unfortunately, I have a bunch of tests tomorrow (And I think I will have to go to school…) which I wish I could skip out on because I totally haven’t studied and my mom says I’ll probably have to take anyway despite my being SICK. Geez, does anyone have any respect for the ill? All of yesterday I was either sleeping or trying to slowly sit up to go to the bathroom because if I sat up too quickly I got dizzy and then had a headache. And I JUST got some of my homework now, which means that I really won’t have much time to study, even if I didn’t have MB to distract me. 
Sorry, rant.
sftdp
Sorry, I just realized that looks kinda weird.
I meant that I was lying down all day in my bed and when I had to get up to the bathroom I had to slowly sit up from the bed. Just so you know.
Grrrrrrr. No. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no. *kills yahoo* Why? First they mess up the layout of Yahoo!Mail (I’m finally getting used to it after about a month–it was mainly aesthetic differences, not functionality differences) and now the change to the new and “improved” Yahoo home page is going to be forced upon us on Nov. 11. Now, I liked the home page just fine how it was before, when auto upgraded me to the “new and improved” (in other words, royally *enter expletives at your own discretion*’ed up version), I changed it back. Lo and behold, starting in November, we’re given no option to keep it how we freakin’ like it and must have the screwed up version forced upon us. Gee, thanks. I didn’t “upgrade” for a reason.
Maybe I’ll, oh, I dunno, get so fed up with ’em I change my homepage to something else…..Doubt I’ll change my email (too much of a hassle, despite my annoyance, and the homepage can be bypassed when going to ones email, if necessary), but……gah. *is fed up*
*choklit* I hate when websites do unwanted reformatting on you. Or other things. Why force changes that obviously aren’t wanted on people?
Oh wow…I have a yahoo too, and I always thought that you could choose which layout you wanted. And I’m really happy with the setup I have, so that kind of sucks…
Well, if you have the old yahoo mail (as in the ancient version) and didn’t upgrade to the beta version a couple years ago, your mail won’t haven changed….I could go back to the old old mail, if I wanted, but I like it even less than their “improvements” to the new mail, so……
Grrr, that happened to me, too. Comcast . net “upgraded” and it doesn’t look bad, but it took a while to get used to. Oh, by the way, Apple came out with a new Mac. It’s 27 flippin’ inches! 27!!!! I am soooooo getting my dad to get it.
He <3 large screens.
It tis cool.
It’s snowing. Eep.
*is envious* *painfully envious*
And here I am, horrified.
That’s because it IS horrifying.
It hailed here last night. Unless that was really unnatural rain…
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I am back for this one post. Sorry that I was gone. I have tons of homework and other things this time of year. I’ll try to post more, but I won’t be as active as I was till about Christmas break.
Well, Ares I-X scrubbed, but I didn’t know that until just now because I had to leave for XC at 10:30. (Eight hours not knowing if it was success, scrub, or catastrophic failure- NOT FUN.)
Considering that it was an extra-long course and I was against the best kids in the region, I actually did okay by coming in 13th from last or thereabouts.