junior year :: the journey

the question is...

2005-03-22T21:40:00.000-08:00

...what in the name of all the gods possessed me to sign up for a computerized baby in Psychology? Why didn't I just get a flour baby? Why?

Argh.

by the way

2005-03-09T18:40:00.000-08:00

Have I mentioned that I hate math?

bah

2005-03-08T15:23:00.000-08:00

Man, I freakin' hate math.

yay flowers

2005-02-17T21:17:00.000-08:00

therapy

2005-02-17T20:48:00.000-08:00

Singing is very therapeutic. It makes me feel much better when I'm lonely or sad or angry.....or all of the above... especially singing along to something.

I suppose it's like a controlled scream.

If I got a dime every time my parents had a row, I'd be richer than JP Morgan.

...Hey, maybe if they had to give me a dime every time they argued, they'd stop!

In other news, listening to Avenue Q while playing Diablo right before going to sleep makes for some very odd dreams. Very odd indeed.

hands

2005-02-15T20:41:00.000-08:00

Hands are quite wonderful things. Amazing, really. I find myself strangely fascinated by watching my own hands while I'm playing piano. It's almost as if they're dancing.

ewwwwwwwwwwwwww

2005-02-05T19:23:00.000-08:00

Well, I was stirring up the gravel in the fish tank today---you know, so that the crap trapped underneath can get taken up by the filter---and guess what comes floating up from behind a decorative rock?

A half-eaten, almost headless dead fish.

Ewwwwwwwwww.

Maybe that's why the nitrate levels have stayed so persistently high.

On the less gross side, I also spotted a tiny baby platy hiding out under one of the fake plants. As far as I can tell, it's yellow with black spots on its tail end and a red dot on its cheek. It's mommy was orange with black tail-spots and the daddy must've been the yellow one with the red cheek-dot. Awwwww, how precious.

hitting proverbial tree with proverbial stick

2005-02-03T21:46:00.001-08:00

What the hell do you know, Mom? You don't know shit about me and you never will, because all you care about is your fucking money and what it can buy you. All you care about is your goddamn stove and your goddamn door and your precious hardwood floors and your fucking windows.

And you wonder why I'm such an angry person.

Twenty dollars of overcharge on a goddamn cell phone bill is a lot less expensive than the goddamn psychiatrist I would need if I didn't have Johnathon to talk to.

no more Spider's Web...cries

2005-01-31T20:33:00.000-08:00

Good times...

Things to remember:
the promiscuous & pregnant butler
limp broccoli
the sash of sin
Aashima's Mr. Newport-esque mustache
chantico & chocolate
togo's and jamba juice runs
frank sinatra music
Darwin Award (aka amputated penis) stories
that Cosmo magazine
Nelson is light Japanese??
Half-Nelson & Full-Nelson
grape juice + cranberry juice = port
women in wigs
milkshakes at Carrow's
the long, long way around to the theater
bread and butter
tupenny...tupennenny...
"Any boobies about?"
monty python
unisex bathrooms
changing parties
little Oliver
Robby's "I'll shoot your dog" song
the "secret drawer"
the yar
get your own damn brandy
.....

a haiku or two...

2005-01-31T20:29:00.000-08:00

Conics are a bitch
I hate them with a passion
Damn those ancient Greeks

Paper-cut fingers
Painfully typing outline
Homework really sucks

History outline
Thirty pages of torture
And due tomorrow

twiddle

2005-01-25T20:17:00.000-08:00

Right now I have the irresistible urge to procrastinate on my AP US outline. Damn but I hate those things--especially this chapter since it's like 30 pages long. Takes bloody hours to do one, and it's basically the same thing as the lecture outlines we have to furiously scribble down in class, so...pointless waste of time. First I procrastinated by calling Johnathon, then I played some Diablo (I'm on the final level, go me!)...then I visited various websites...now I'm doing this while listening to the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack. Yes. It is good procrastination.

In other news, a couple of the second-generation (first generation? the ones that were born in the tank) mollies look suspiciously swollen, as does one of the new platies. Talk about horny fish...

well that's bloody wonderful...

2005-01-23T20:13:00.000-08:00

Apparently someone's mom volunteered the members of Youth Group who go to Saratoga High to sing at the PTA "International Day" luncheon on February 4th.

Bad idea.

We have three basses, five altos, and two first sopranos. No tenors and no second sopranos. We're going to sing "Ode to the Eight Stallions"....with two, three voices missing. Then half of "Shenandoah", with people switching parts to make up for the imbalance. Then "Something Latin", which at least has an accompaniment tape that will mask our lopsidedness.

I'm really not looking forward to doing all that in front of my teachers.

Whose bright idea was this?

.....

2005-01-23T13:06:00.000-08:00

My mother's one comment after seeing Spider's Web:

"Don't drink so much of that grape juice. It's all sugar water."

....

Spider's Web

2005-01-22T22:27:00.000-08:00

We opened last night and had a matinee show this afternoon. Pretty good turnout the first time, not so good the second. 'Tis quite fun to play a drunkard, I must say, despite all the swilling of grape juice one has to do. Running the show is made more interesting by the lack of a functioning, accessible women's bathroom. The men's bathroom has become sort of unisex. As in, one sex uses it at a time. Most of the female cast members, including me, just change in a corner of the FLR (Faculty Lunchroom, our green room, that is). Being drama people, we're comfortable being around each other's bodies. I mean that in a totally nonsexual way. Yeah. Besides, who wants to spend more time than necessary in a men's bathroom? Also, Aashima looks totally badass in her wig and moustache. I don't have to have a wig, moustache, or even grey hair streaks because I told Robby he was an 8 out of 10 on the hotness scale. (Johnathon gets 10 out of 10, naturally :p)

Most of the cast, crew, and assorted other drama folks went over to Carrows last night. It's tradition! I think the waiters were all a bit miffed when we just walked right in and took over about a third of the restaurant. Apparently Sean (aka Half-Nelson, Nel-Sean, etc) found out that he was pregnant. Also, apparently pregnancies are contagious because now Nelson (Full Nelson) is pregnant too. Sean's going to name his baby Jeeves and train it to be a butler in the family tradition. He's one promiscuous butler, I tell you. (We discussed his resume and decided it probably included things like "Can hold many positions" "Is a bed and breakfast" and "Offers more than the usual butler services").

It seems that a bunch of drama people from another high school were also at Carrows, because when they left they said "Bye Saratoga!" and dealt out many hugs. That's one of the great things about drama, we're all one big extended family. Yeah. Good times.

Before the show today we all went to the farmer's market to get some food. We ended up walking around the booths in circles, stopping when somebody wanted to buy something. Somehow I ended up being the head of the amoeba. Don't quite know how that happened. Anyway, bought some yummy focaccia bread. Other people kindly provided kettle corn and zucchini bread, so all in all we had a lovely carbohydrate feast. Washed down with instant hot chocolate we pilfered from the theater concessions. Good stuff.

Apparently all the school's trash cans were being painted grey today by the janitors. Yep. They didn't know why they were doing it either. Good use of the school's money, eh?

In other news, I actually did fairly well on finals. Managed to scrape by with an 89.8% A- in math, thank the powers that be.

in tribute to music

2005-01-22T22:15:00.000-08:00

Music is an art beyond all other arts, not merely an imitation of life but truly abstract. It is the universal language, evoking the same emotions across all cultures. Music is my solace, my refuge, my comfort....my catharsis. When I sing or play, only the music exists; I am filled with it, I become it...the world falls away from me...and there is nothing more beautiful than this.

ay, la pesce está embarazada...

2005-01-14T21:19:00.000-08:00

One of the first-generation mollies is pregnant, I swear to God. She looks like a balloon molly (which makes me wonder what balloon mollies look like when they're pregnant!), drifting gently along like a blimp with fins...

We have to, like, neuter the fish somehow, honestly. We had ten mollies survive from the last batch, and now it looks like we're about to get more. Maybe they'll follow the rules of ecology and die from overpopulation?

In other news, the same pack of Gold Vipers and Steel Lords keeps killing me in Diablo. It's really freakin' annoying. Last time there was just one Viper left...and then I died because I didn't right-click fast enough. Bah.

celebrating trees

2005-01-13T16:54:00.001-08:00

I took these two pictures at the Concert Choir music camp at UC Santa Cruz, right before school started. The way to the music building was a path through this beautiful patch of redwoods. I always wanted to walk slowly, to watch the sunlight make gold and umber dapples on the floor...but we were always in a hurry to get to rehearsal on time. Oh well.

This picture is actually of one of those trees in the SHS quad. It was really foggy that morning and I just had to take this picture, even though the bell had already rung...

hmmm

2005-01-12T22:16:00.000-08:00

Maybe I should change the name of this blog to "Junior Year: Venting the Anger". Well, it IS what I do. This is my silent screaming to the universe. Not that the universe is listening, but it's all the same.

Anyway, now for some more cheerful things. ("Your levity is good. It decreases your fear of death." --Terminator 3)

Flash Videos That Make Me Laugh:
She Blocked Me
"Internet Love Song". Hilarious.
Mrs. Claus
Parody of "Stacey's Mom". Bob Ricci does great spoofs of popular songs.
This Land
Bush and Kerry try to sing their way to the White House...
The Cheese Family
The Cheese Family & the Zoo of Danger and Mystery.
Kenya
Only in Kenya...
Scampi
I...I don't even know.
The Llama Song
Llamas!

Oh, and of course the classic Insanity Test.

OMFG, as the saying goes

2005-01-12T20:56:00.000-08:00

My mom is so freaking manipulative, it makes me want to retch. She's an expert at 'guilting' people into doing things, me and Jason in particular. She came home from shopping today and I was sleeping, so in order to make me go eat dinner she complains of her OWN hunger, as if I'm STOPPING her from eating...yeah okay Mom, if you're hungry go eat for God's sake and stop trying to somehow make it MY fault. She does it all the time. "We work so hard for you and you're so ungrateful" "Your (insert activity here) costs so much and you don't even practice" "I sacrifice my time for you and you don't even do I what I want you to" et cetera, et cetera. You think I DON'T realize what my parents have done for me? You think I'm not grateful? You think I don't realize how much all my activities cost? Why do you think you're so successful at "guilting" me into doing things? You don't know and you'll never, ever know. Why the hell should I tell you anything of the sort? You wouldn't even hear me.

That isn't the worst of the manipulation. A woman selling Kirby vacuum cleaners came to our house today, and my mom plainly has no intention of buying one of the things. However, she still makes the poor woman clean Jason's old room and my room and the hallway and oh while you're at it maybe under the stove too? She insists she just wants to "see if it works". Yeah right. If you're not going to buy the bloody thing you should just SAY so, and not make the salesperson do all that maid work for you, for free no less. That's just plain rude and mean and selfish and...I can't even describe the revulsion I feel. I know it's the lady's job to come in and do cleaning demonstrations, but...I still think leading her on like that was a rotten thing to do. I mean, if you're actually BUYING the vacuum cleaner, fine, but if you know you're not going to buy it, it's not fair to let the salesperson do all that. ("We can't afford it" says my mother as she stands in the marble-floored entryway of a newly remodeled house).

In other news, I think I got royally screwed over by the math final today. $#!%.

Well at least all my other finals were okay. Or at least it didn't matter if I got owned by them.

have a link

2005-01-08T21:30:00.000-08:00

For the linguists in my fan base (there must be one or two in their huge number, I'm sure)--you can have a look at this language of mine, if you are so inclined.... http://www.geocities.com/carinlambi

I pick at it from time to time when I have time (all puns intended), although I haven't done much real development in a while.

the trouble with me is...

2005-01-05T21:59:00.000-08:00

...I'm too damn indecisive. If you ever talk to me you might notice how almost every sentence that comes out of my mouth begins or ends with "I guess", "maybe", "I don't know" and things like that. I can only look wistfully at people like Johnathon who seem to know exactly what they want and how to get it. I don't know what I want and I certainly don't know how I'm going to get it! Somebody can tell me I ought to want something and unless I specifically DON'T want it, I will quite willingly go along with them--it's not like I've got any better ideas, after all. Take art school for example. My art teacher started talking to me about beginning my portfolio for college like it was a matter of course. Now I'm committing myself to applying to art school. Don't get me wrong, I do love art. But I don't think it would ever have seriously entered my head to apply to art colleges if my art teacher hadn't assumed I was going to. I mean, I'd toyed with the idea of being a graphic designer before, but I always thought I didn't have the willpower, the drive. And maybe I'm only fooling myself into thinking that now I do. My mom is trying to discourage me by saying it's a lot of work for a little profit, and my brother says it seems too concentrated for a multitasking person like me. I just don't know. I have all these choices but I'm afraid of them all, afraid of even the choosing.

I haven't got any ambition to speak of either. I'm sure I'd be quite happy being someone's subordinate for the rest of my life. Tell me what to do and how to do it, and I'll do it, no problem.

I guess I just don't have any self-confidence. (There's that "I guess" again). I have a high IQ and a low EQ. They cancel each other out and I end up with...nothing. All I'm good at is absorbing information and regurgitating it on command. I have skill but no creativity, no inventiveness. I ask no questions, I only want answers.

Damn but this is depressing.

...

2004-12-26T23:23:00.000-08:00

Damn College Board with its fucking monopoly on education...

in a funk

2004-12-20T22:32:00.000-08:00

Came close to having a nervous meltdown (yes, meltdown) yesterday night....or maybe it was a meltdown and I just haven't realized it. Anyway I seem to be stuck in a rut. The stupid psychology self-image book I have to make is raising my blood pressure every time I contemplate it. Then all those finals I have to study for. And the piano music I have to memorize. And the eight weeks of missed chinese school homework I'm supposed to do. It's enough to make anyone implode from the pressure. Of course my mom didn't help by saying, "Well I think it's no big deal." and laughing at me. Like I wasn't crying my eyes out. Yeah. Thanks a lot, Mom. My problems are no big deal. That really made me feel great. At least my dad talked to me and made me feel a bit better. So I got up and my eyes were swollen practically shut. Ick.

I'm working at the Tech Museum for 10 shifts this winter break, have I mentioned? I think the adult staff I've met think I'm a bit loony because I was so spaced out today. Anyway, I got to take a couple latecomers into the Imax with the elevator...fun stuff, except the Imax always makes me a bit disoriented and headache-y. I like working there though. It's nice to smile and have people smile back, and be able to help people when they have questions or problems. We also get a 15% discount at the store, which was where I did much of my Christmas shopping :p You know what's really weird and awesome though? One of the girls who's also volunteering there is none other than Grace, who was in my group for two years at Harker summer camp. Isn't that the randomest thing ever?

Right after my shift at the Tech ended today, I had to go to this performance at Montgomery Theater (right next door to the museum) for my Spanish 'cultural experience'. Tina, Eric Yau and I got there early so we went to Christmas in the Park for about a half an hour, which was fun. Went to Starbucks and got a hot chocolate, which I must say was quite inferior to the hot chocolate I can make myself. I found it amusing that there were brochures for free gym memberships near the pickup counter.

But back to the performance. My God. It was the boringest show I have ever been too, I swear. Traditional dances that just...went on...forever...and English Christmas carols with not-quite-correct lyrics...and annoying repetitive music....

Anyway, yeah. Like I said, I was in a funk and unmotivated to do any real work, so I decided to do this instead. Just to organize my thoughts a bit. I got one of those oozing gel hourglass-like decorative things at the Tech store, the kind you watch when you're bored. It's strangely serene to just watch the colors meander down...then turn the thing over and watch them flow back...

and that's the honest truth

2004-11-07T15:16:00.000-08:00

I give up. Junior year is a bitch. It has its good points, but in the end it still equates to major ownage.

news and notes

2004-10-04T19:59:00.000-07:00

Today's dose of daily beauty:

inhaling the scent of my special someone after an interminable weekend

playing the first of Debussy's Deux Arabesques from memory

the polished gleam of a black piano in a dark room

~*~

In other news, it seems I'm having my two upper wisdom teeth pulled in a couple weeks.

...yeah.

Still working on designs for Metamorphoses and Spider's Web. I'm too perfectionistic about them, that's the problem.

Anyway, the anecdote of the day:

Amy: That sucks.

(Mrs. van Putten smacks Amy on the head with a stack of paper.)

MvP: I don't like that word.

Zhou: What happened?

Me: Mrs. van Putten hit Amy with the essays for saying 'sucks'.

Zhou: Oh. That sucks.

Me: ...that's a good example of irony right there.

Zhou: Irony sucks. I mean -- wait --
---

That was the humor highlight of 7th period. Yep.

and thus

2004-10-03T20:59:00.000-07:00

I've decided that posting about junior year is too depressing and conducive to implosion of the head. And so in lieu of that I will note down little things that I enjoyed each day. It's so much nicer to think of them instead of doing homework.

Today:

sunset turning the window blinds peach-orange during choir

smell of osmanthus on a bright autumn afternoon

a warm red blush on a pale yellow apple

...meh

2004-10-01T22:51:00.000-07:00

Junior Year Testing Schedule:

October 2004: PSAT

February 2005: ACT & Writing Test

March 2005: SAT I

May: AP Biology and AP US History
SAT II Biology and SAT II US History

June: SAT II Math IIC and SAT II Spanish

*head explodes*

overpopulation

2004-09-14T17:43:00.000-07:00

EllireStarsong: curse you, homework!! curse you!!
Johnnie Soda: accuse it of being a goat
EllireStarsong: haha
EllireStarsong: or a monkey
Johnnie Soda: haha
Johnnie Soda: those party-animals
EllireStarsong: yes
EllireStarsong: homework procreates too much
EllireStarsong: we have an overpopulation of homework
Johnnie Soda: hmm
Johnnie Soda: maybe jeffrey was on to something with that book-condom idea
EllireStarsong: haha
EllireStarsong: obviously they aren't effective enough :P
Johnnie Soda: well
Johnnie Soda: what do YOU propose?
EllireStarsong: haha
EllireStarsong: I dunno
EllireStarsong: sterilizing them
EllireStarsong: by fire
Johnnie Soda: haha
Johnnie Soda: right
Johnnie Soda: that'd hurt
Johnnie Soda: i mean
Johnnie Soda: even though they're books
EllireStarsong: well we could use a paper-shredding knife instead
Johnnie Soda: haha
Johnnie Soda: hmm
Johnnie Soda: sure :P

In other news, I kind of want to go on the Wild West trip for AP US. Sounds fun from the little I've heard so far. Although of course my mom is assuming it'll be expensive as hell. Plus junior prom is in the same month. I dunno. We shall see at the meeting tomorrow...

two girls, a guy, and no pizza place

2004-09-10T17:35:00.000-07:00

I've been cast as Erysichthon's mother and Baucis in Metamorphoses, and Hugo Birch in Spider's Web. Two old women and a portly man! :P It's interesting -- first Jon Friedman as Erysichthon is my son and sells me for food, then as Philemon he's my husband and we turn into trees together. Yeah. Ironic. I get to go in the pool too. Yay!

Of course, my mom had to dampen (or rather, drown) my good spirits with her unfailing negativity the second I got in the car. "You won't have time" "Grades are the most important" "You won't get enough sleep" (she's one to talk -- I go to sleep earlier than she does every night) "You'll regret it later" "You won't be able to handle it" and such things. Well, Mom, I'd rather be tired and doing something I love than fully rested and missing out. So suck it up. It's my life, isn't it? If I say I can do both productions and still keep up my academics, then I can damn well do so. Honestly....she's the one who goes on about how my brother didn't get into a top private college because he didn't have enough extracurriculars.

What hurts me most is that she didn't even want to know what roles I got; didn't ask about the productions at all (except whether she'd be obliged to volunteer for both shows). All she cares about are my f***ing grades, even if she can't be bothered to remember what classes I'm taking. She doesn't give a damn about drama, which is the part of school I love most. (Johnathon has his own category).

God. My own mother is one of most insensitive people I've ever met.

wow

2004-09-09T20:40:00.000-07:00

Apparently my dad bought a really expensive ruby and diamond (little tiny ones, at least) necklace for my mom last night...which is totally, totally out of character. I mean, I don't remember him ever giving her jewelry before in my lifetime, although she has some from many moons ago (as Mr. Kucer would say). Anyway, wow. I'm floored. I'm amazed. I'm speechless.

Although I did notice that the necklace's price was reduced by 60% from the original amount :P

erhu

2004-09-08T19:31:00.000-07:00

Have I mentioned that I've taken up a new instrument? Well, I have. It's a two-stringed traditional Chinese instrument called the erhu. I guess you could vaguely compare it to a violin, although in my opinion the erhu makes a much more beautiful sound. Yeah. Had my first lesson Sunday afternoon. I can now play a grand total of two notes! Anyway, this is what an erhu looks like, although there are many variations in soundbox shape and overall size.

The interesting thing about the erhu is that the bow is permanently caught between the two strings. The only way to separate the bow and the instrument is to break one of them. Also, the front of the soundbox is made of cobra skin. Yep. It's pretty awesome.

In other news, I'm wondering just what I've gotten myself into by auditioning for two of the three fall productions. Am I in over my head? My mom would have me think so....but no, performing is what I love to do. And I can do this. Somehow.

Please?

ownage

2004-09-07T20:07:00.000-07:00

I have been owned by AP US today. Completely and utterly destroyed. Freakin' 35 out of 60 on the summer homework test retake! On the retake, for god's sake! How was I supposed to know she gave you points according to how many freakin' bullet points you had per question? Just because I condensed my information into two or three points each....$#*!

I don't get F's on tests! This is not me! I'm not equipped to handle this kind of failure! What the crap!

On the plus side, I did get A's on both the trig test and the grammar/vocab test. And I think I did pretty well in auditions for the fall drama productions today.

(Note to self: Ask Mrs. Woods if the after school meeting on Friday can be missed. Also, procure a copy of Pokemon for Gameboy as a scene prop. Must remember these things.)

35 out of 60! Jesus, Mary, and holy Joseph! What the f....

weird dreams

2004-09-04T11:16:00.000-07:00

I've been having the weirdest, most random dreams lately. On Wednesday I had this one where we were watching a movie in a theater for Mr. Newport's class...except there were freshmen there...and then the freshmen started being annoying by tapping their pencils on their desks...so Mr. Newport tied all their arms to their chairs with duct tape. Yeah. I dunno what that was all about.

Last night I had another funky dream about being in the middle of Russia for some reason....it was like the Olympics or something...and we like, couldn't get out of the country because it was snowing too hard...so we went into this bakery place and bought some bread....and then we ate it...and that was the end.

After going to the read-through of Metamorphoses, I decided I really want to play either Alcyone, Eurydice, or the Therapist. Yeah. Not that I'd mind playing someone else, those are just my first choices. And I would like to be a girl...

daily happenings

2004-08-31T19:36:00.000-07:00

The Spider's Web read-through was today after school. I really liked the play, although we didn't read to the end so we didn't find out who the murderer was. I kinda want to play Pippa. Lauren Workman made a really good Clarissa. Yeah. I managed to get a good part of my homework done during the read-through, which is why I'm taking the time to type this instead of slaving away.

Mrs. Woods asked me and Michael (plus Danny and Alexia) to perform our contentless scene for the ickle Drama 1 people today. Bit of a boost for my self-esteem right there. Michael's this guy from Germany who's studying here for senior year. Speaks very fluent English. I hear certain people in my class have a crush on him :p

Had the Puritan courtroom simulation today in AP US. I was 'Mary Proctor', accusing someone of idleness. Mrs. Anzalone said I really got into my character. Yay! Go me.

On the flip side, also had stupid long lab prep in AP Bio today, so had to go in at lunch to finish up. As a result, didn't eat actual lunch until after school. Bah.

In other news, I think we should have tutorial every morning. Yes. Yes we should.

even if it kills me!!

2004-08-29T18:20:00.000-07:00

Man, we're doing the awesomest play ever for this year's fall production -- Metamorphoses by Mary Zimmerman. It's like a modern interpretation of part of Ovid's Metamorphoses, focusing on ten of the Greek myths. It also involves a pool. Yes, a pool. Yes, it's filled with water. Yes, the actors get to go in the water! I mean, you know a play's going to be awesome when there's an interactive body of water in the middle of the set. It's also a true ensemble piece, with like at least 30 speaking parts. That's good odds, that is.

I'm going to be part of this production even if I have to stay up until 3 am doing my homework after rehearsal. Yes. Yes, I am. No way am I missing this.

Hmmmm.

Sooo....if I do Metamorphoses, Spider's Web, and the spring musical...

I'm going to need a lot of caffeine this school year.

ahhhh

2004-08-28T11:39:00.000-07:00

Ah, the wonders of a good night's sleep and a Saturday morning. It's hard to be unhappy when the sun's shining. I'm actually motivated to do my homework! Amazing.

I dunno how I'm going to be able to cover the entire surface of a 2-liter bottle for my Persodome though. It's an awful lot of space. Well, we'll see.

La la la...

flop

2004-08-27T19:56:00.000-07:00

First week of school and I already feel like running away in panic. Also feel as if I have been run over by a truck loaded with AP Bio books. That can't be good.

In other words, have about five tons of homework this weekend. Also not good. That's not even counting the Spanish homework I accidentally left in my 4th period class.

Argh.

hgarghbleh

2004-08-25T20:01:00.000-07:00

If I don't take a break from homework right now, I will go insane. So I'm taking a break.

Third day of school and I'm already ready to throw my Bio AP stuff out the window. Or into a shredder. Or at least into something that will make a satisfyingly destructive noise. Why the crap am I even taking Bio AP? I'm definitely not majoring in science in college. Biology's not the dullest, but reading about it for two hours a day really isn't my thing. Mr. Kucer's cool and all, it's just the subject that gets me. I could think of many other things I would rather do with my time.

In other words, THERE IS NO F***ING REASON FOR ME TO TAKE THIS F***ING CLASS!! WHY AM I TAKING IT?? I DON'T KNOW!!!

Well, there is the requisite SAT II for college. I guess.

I'm just blowing off steam here. I know I'll never actually act on my resolve to switch from Bio AP to some other more appealing class. I'll just end up slogging through all this blood-pressure-raising AP crap like a good little girl.

That motivational speaker we have to listen to tomorrow had better know his/her stuff. I need motivating. Lots of motivating. And maybe a soundproof room where I can scream in frustration....in peace.

it begins...

2004-08-23T20:18:00.000-07:00

First day o' school today. Yep. It went by pretty fast, as far as school days go.

1st Period: Psychology. Not much happened. Introduction to the course, blah blah blah. Ms. McFarlen asked if we knew what 'psych' or 'psyche' meant -- I said 'soul', because that's what it means in Greek. However, in English it means 'mind'. So I felt kinda stupid right there. Oh well. We watched this video clip of a dog with narcolepsy...picture a cute little brown daschund running around as fast as its little legs can go, then abruptly falling over, fast asleep. It was the funniest thing ever.

2nd Period: Spanish 4H. Ms. Zolezzi started out by asking what day it was, what date, how was the weather, what did we do over break, etc. Then we had to write some stuff about ourselves, tell it to a neighbor, and have them introduce us. Well, I told Scott Darchuk I was 'morena' (dark-haired) and somehow he got it as 'bonita' (pretty). I was like, "What the crap? No! No! I didn't say that! I'm not that conceited! Argh!"

3rd Period: Bio AP. Mr. Kucer is probably the coolest teacher I have this year. Not to mention Johnathon's in my class. (Double the pleasure, double the fun, that's the statement of the great mint in Doublemint gum...)

4th Period: US History AP. Got owned by the test on the summer homework (Leisler's Rebellion? What the crap? I don't remember reading about that!!) . But then, so did everyone else. So that's ok.

Lunch: Mmmm. Crackers.

5th Period: Drama. Yay! Night of the Stars is September 30th. Turns out Drama 3 isn't required to participate this year, although juniors can if they want to. Of course, I've already memorized my two monologues like a good little girl, so I'm in. Lots of other fun and exciting stuff this year.

6th Period: Trig/Analysis H. Again, not much stuff. Got our textbooks, got our homework (which, by the way, filled up three sides of binder paper....not a good sign. Not. A. Good. Sign.).

7th Period: English 11 H. Ms. Van Putten has a very, um, brisk and forceful way of speaking. In other news, we had to read an essay about self-respect and write an essay response about the author's purpose and use of language. Yeah. Fun stuff. Not.