Quizzes and Plots and Being Published

( Quizzes )

What the crap is up with the A- in Computer Applications? I'm the only competent one in there.

The ensemble went . . . interestingly. I didn't know it was possible for three of the four strings of my violin to pop out of tune in that short of a range of one another. At least the music was like freaking 5th-grade level so that I could hop all over the place on one string in like 7 1/2 position and all this crap . . . anyway, it was weird.

We didn't get to play "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" which is like my favorite Christmas song, and this arrangement even sounds cool, and I'm pissed off. I thought about sulking but when I sulk no one cares because Amy not talking to anyone isn't really considered a punishment, I guess. In fact, in the past, people have relished it, and they don't bother ever asking me what's wrong, and then I end up just sulking permanently or having to give in (usually the latter) and defeating the purpose of sulking in the first place.

So I just whined and pleaded and ask if we could please play "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" at the next gig. I hope it turns out to be successful . . .

I slept in Economics. Do we have a test tomorrow? I so totally don't know anything about this chapter. Once again, I repeat, money is evil and we have no use for it and I never want to look at it or deal with it again and I'll go live as a Communist . . .

. . . and then I'll come back to the United States to infiltrate the Top 40 radio stations with the Devil's music, rock and roll, and you will be hypnotized by the powerful African drumbeat and be forced into become my Communist slaves.

Also then you will help me poison the water systems with flouride. Then hardworking citizens who sleep with radioactive glowing clocks next to their heads can all die and it will all be our fault . . . not, you know, cancer, or anything . . .

Ahh . . . I love the 1950s. People were utterly retarded. It was so cute ^_^

Oh, that reminds me; I checked out The Poisonwood Bible today and read the first two chapters. It is freaking awesome, so far. I don't have to struggle through it with no interest. Good-bye, Sense and Sensibility! Hello, book I can actually read-- and one written after 1951, too!

Volunteered tonight. Paula was there! That was cool. Alice, you totally should have come along . . . but you were busy.

I like that Canon in B Muse song we keep playing in Orchestra, our good-bye piece from 8th grade . . . *sniff*

Tiffany is off in La Florida . . .

I totally don't have gifts for anybody-- just a scarf for Kristina and a CD and a scarf for Nichole. I tried to make a CD for Kristina and my computer died about 12 times over, so I'm rather wary about trying on that again . . .

I don't even know what to GET half the people I want to buy gifts for. I have to get Tiffany a silly pillow, and I have an idea for the Marauder Journal folks, which I have already discussed with most of them and they won't get the hint, lol-- that I'm too afraid to make shirts at that place on my own-- but I would like to.

Niff is probably going to be published!!! I'm so happy for her . . . at the same time so jealous . . . lol. It's sort of like the way I love Harry Potter like I have never even loved a member of the opposite sex and love J.K. Rowling for being the genius that she is and want to meet her and talk to her and be her buddy (lol) and yet I am so jealous of her for writing such a good book because I want to do that, darn it-- and part of me has gotten convinced like only one person can do that, lol . . . though that's (hopefully) not true . . .

Maybe I'll get inspired again over Christmas Break.

Come to think of it . . . shoot, did I screw over Christmas? Darn internment camps. I thought I hadn't written that it sucked, but I guess I did . . .

In that case, expect snow on New Years, guys. Maybe it only applies to me, though. Ack . . . I don't know.

Quizzes and Plots and Being Published

( Quizzes )

What the crap is up with the A- in Computer Applications? I'm the only competent one in there.

The ensemble went . . . interestingly. I didn't know it was possible for three of the four strings of my violin to pop out of tune in that short of a range of one another. At least the music was like freaking 5th-grade level so that I could hop all over the place on one string in like 7 1/2 position and all this crap . . . anyway, it was weird.

We didn't get to play "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" which is like my favorite Christmas song, and this arrangement even sounds cool, and I'm pissed off. I thought about sulking but when I sulk no one cares because Amy not talking to anyone isn't really considered a punishment, I guess. In fact, in the past, people have relished it, and they don't bother ever asking me what's wrong, and then I end up just sulking permanently or having to give in (usually the latter) and defeating the purpose of sulking in the first place.

So I just whined and pleaded and ask if we could please play "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" at the next gig. I hope it turns out to be successful . . .

I slept in Economics. Do we have a test tomorrow? I so totally don't know anything about this chapter. Once again, I repeat, money is evil and we have no use for it and I never want to look at it or deal with it again and I'll go live as a Communist . . .

. . . and then I'll come back to the United States to infiltrate the Top 40 radio stations with the Devil's music, rock and roll, and you will be hypnotized by the powerful African drumbeat and be forced into become my Communist slaves.

Also then you will help me poison the water systems with flouride. Then hardworking citizens who sleep with radioactive glowing clocks next to their heads can all die and it will all be our fault . . . not, you know, cancer, or anything . . .

Ahh . . . I love the 1950s. People were utterly retarded. It was so cute ^_^

Oh, that reminds me; I checked out The Poisonwood Bible today and read the first two chapters. It is freaking awesome, so far. I don't have to struggle through it with no interest. Good-bye, Sense and Sensibility! Hello, book I can actually read-- and one written after 1951, too!

Volunteered tonight. Paula was there! That was cool. Alice, you totally should have come along . . . but you were busy.

I like that Canon in B Muse song we keep playing in Orchestra, our good-bye piece from 8th grade . . . *sniff*

Tiffany is off in La Florida . . .

I totally don't have gifts for anybody-- just a scarf for Kristina and a CD and a scarf for Nichole. I tried to make a CD for Kristina and my computer died about 12 times over, so I'm rather wary about trying on that again . . .

I don't even know what to GET half the people I want to buy gifts for. I have to get Tiffany a silly pillow, and I have an idea for the Marauder Journal folks, which I have already discussed with most of them and they won't get the hint, lol-- that I'm too afraid to make shirts at that place on my own-- but I would like to.

Niff is probably going to be published!!! I'm so happy for her . . . at the same time so jealous . . . lol. It's sort of like the way I love Harry Potter like I have never even loved a member of the opposite sex and love J.K. Rowling for being the genius that she is and want to meet her and talk to her and be her buddy (lol) and yet I am so jealous of her for writing such a good book because I want to do that, darn it-- and part of me has gotten convinced like only one person can do that, lol . . . though that's (hopefully) not true . . .

Maybe I'll get inspired again over Christmas Break.

Come to think of it . . . shoot, did I screw over Christmas? Darn internment camps. I thought I hadn't written that it sucked, but I guess I did . . .

In that case, expect snow on New Years, guys. Maybe it only applies to me, though. Ack . . . I don't know.