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Luck and Legilimency
Aug. 30th, 2005 12:31 amWho totally just broke the world record for the largest organized Simon Says game lasting more than ten minutes? OH, we did!!! Those little middle school kids in China can kiss it! Lol . . . ^_^
. . . and, guess who won breakfast for her entire floor? Oh yeah! See-- no one won, sadly. I was still in the game, though, when they stopped, lol . . . and then they called out a random number (we were all assigned numbers), and mine was lucky 259! Oh yeah! This is only the second drawing I've won in my life (well, aside from those everyone-wins drawings at the Dollars for Scholars Phone-a-thon that was more a consolation prize than a real happy, "Yea, I won!" prize, and those random games of Bingo in class in which we played until everyone one, and I was always last and never got any candy-- or any good candy, if they even did have any left, lol . . . ), the other being the six-pack of Coca-Cola I won at some Girl Scout sock hop in like 3rd or 4th grade-- when I didn't even like pop, lol (I still don't, lol . . . ).
I jumped up and screamed when they called it out. It was so excited. I got my picture taken and the chancellor shook my hand. No real big deal, sure, but hey . . .
Then, we had this showing of a "mentalist" guy (aka Legilimens, honestly, I swear, lol . . . ). He had Lisa and I pick cards (I got to be famous twice tonight, lol . . . ), and he guessed what they were by the way that we were standing. He did a lot of things like that-- guessing by body language. Then he did some things where he had predicted them even beforehand, like writing them down on a paper and folding them and then opening them after someone picked. Some of it was subliminal-- he'd FORCE them to choose something by the way he waved his hands, lol . . . Then there was that one freaky voodoo-doll part, where he actually made some girl's hand bleed-- and then stop bleeding-- by using some crazy "healing needle." It was weird-- and all with the voodoo doll. *Shudders.*
Tory, I think you would have liked him. He was like that Mindfreak guy, only less gothic . . . he wore this blue suit, lol . . .
GUESS WHAT WE'RE PLAYING IN ORCHESTRA??? UNFINISHED SYMPHONY!!! OMG!!! Lol, even though I didn't get to play it in YHO . . . I get to play it now! I love that song! I'm so excited!
Why is this so? Everything around here is so awesome, EXCEPT for the point as to why I am here. It's like it's balancing it out. It's like Fate pities me, just the tiniest little bit; it's making up for it, or something, somehow.
It's rather feeble, really. What if tonight were the *most famous* I ever got? *Sigh* . . .
I was talking to Tory earlier today, and I said, "Yeah, sure, I can change my mind. Plenty of people fully intended to go into something else, and, then, after a major blow to their plans-- their dreams-- went into and were majorly successful in something completely, totally, and utterly unrelated.
. . . like Hitler. I could be the next Hitler. I will go on a rampage and annex Poland. Then I could be a bitter ass and kick all the Japanese people out of everything, in an exceedingly ironic twist on WWII."
Too bad genocide really doesn't appeal to me. It just sort of makes me sick,
. . . but maybe I'll annex a small nation, anyway. I could use a power trip right about now.
I don't think I want to talk to them anymore. I just want to accept my fate. Yet, then, I will hate myself forever and forever, and I will hate the class, and I will bear a seriously burdensome grudge (though that may already be the case, inevitably, whatever the outcome) against the Japanese language-- and, particularly, the Japanese department of Washington University-- forever and ever. Yet if I go into and talk to them, which I planned to do (but I haven't made my appointment yet), I know I will make a bad showing, and they will hate me forever. It will mark me forever. I will leave the place in tears, possibly with vows of never studying the language again, of "just wait until I annex your stupid country!" and sound not only egotistical and stupid, but overdramatic, whiney, and possibly quite insane.
The conundrum: I hate Japanese, or Japanese hates me. Which is it?
I definitely talked to Jessica's roomate in Japanese, too, and she understood. I understood her reply, too. Sure, maybe it was simple, BUT IT WASN'T LEVEL FUCKING ONE!!!
Other piece of crap: Japanese I doesn't even have any more fucking room in it. I don't know if I can even get INTO the fucking class-- the fucking class which I do not want to take. How's that for shitty?
I wish I had more time to do this. Classes start on Wednesday. I have to buy books tomorrow. All the classes were taken. This is ridiculous.
I wrote a poem about Moaning Myrtle today . . . sort of-- randomly, lol . . . I think it was because I was crying in a bathroom.
This entry just died and went to hell. Talk about a crash after the blow of excitement.
My title so totally sounds like a Harry Potter chapter.
PS: Some random guys just walked in my room. They were either really friendly, or really drunk. So random, lol . . .
. . . and, guess who won breakfast for her entire floor? Oh yeah! See-- no one won, sadly. I was still in the game, though, when they stopped, lol . . . and then they called out a random number (we were all assigned numbers), and mine was lucky 259! Oh yeah! This is only the second drawing I've won in my life (well, aside from those everyone-wins drawings at the Dollars for Scholars Phone-a-thon that was more a consolation prize than a real happy, "Yea, I won!" prize, and those random games of Bingo in class in which we played until everyone one, and I was always last and never got any candy-- or any good candy, if they even did have any left, lol . . . ), the other being the six-pack of Coca-Cola I won at some Girl Scout sock hop in like 3rd or 4th grade-- when I didn't even like pop, lol (I still don't, lol . . . ).
I jumped up and screamed when they called it out. It was so excited. I got my picture taken and the chancellor shook my hand. No real big deal, sure, but hey . . .
Then, we had this showing of a "mentalist" guy (aka Legilimens, honestly, I swear, lol . . . ). He had Lisa and I pick cards (I got to be famous twice tonight, lol . . . ), and he guessed what they were by the way that we were standing. He did a lot of things like that-- guessing by body language. Then he did some things where he had predicted them even beforehand, like writing them down on a paper and folding them and then opening them after someone picked. Some of it was subliminal-- he'd FORCE them to choose something by the way he waved his hands, lol . . . Then there was that one freaky voodoo-doll part, where he actually made some girl's hand bleed-- and then stop bleeding-- by using some crazy "healing needle." It was weird-- and all with the voodoo doll. *Shudders.*
Tory, I think you would have liked him. He was like that Mindfreak guy, only less gothic . . . he wore this blue suit, lol . . .
GUESS WHAT WE'RE PLAYING IN ORCHESTRA??? UNFINISHED SYMPHONY!!! OMG!!! Lol, even though I didn't get to play it in YHO . . . I get to play it now! I love that song! I'm so excited!
Why is this so? Everything around here is so awesome, EXCEPT for the point as to why I am here. It's like it's balancing it out. It's like Fate pities me, just the tiniest little bit; it's making up for it, or something, somehow.
It's rather feeble, really. What if tonight were the *most famous* I ever got? *Sigh* . . .
I was talking to Tory earlier today, and I said, "Yeah, sure, I can change my mind. Plenty of people fully intended to go into something else, and, then, after a major blow to their plans-- their dreams-- went into and were majorly successful in something completely, totally, and utterly unrelated.
. . . like Hitler. I could be the next Hitler. I will go on a rampage and annex Poland. Then I could be a bitter ass and kick all the Japanese people out of everything, in an exceedingly ironic twist on WWII."
Too bad genocide really doesn't appeal to me. It just sort of makes me sick,
. . . but maybe I'll annex a small nation, anyway. I could use a power trip right about now.
I don't think I want to talk to them anymore. I just want to accept my fate. Yet, then, I will hate myself forever and forever, and I will hate the class, and I will bear a seriously burdensome grudge (though that may already be the case, inevitably, whatever the outcome) against the Japanese language-- and, particularly, the Japanese department of Washington University-- forever and ever. Yet if I go into and talk to them, which I planned to do (but I haven't made my appointment yet), I know I will make a bad showing, and they will hate me forever. It will mark me forever. I will leave the place in tears, possibly with vows of never studying the language again, of "just wait until I annex your stupid country!" and sound not only egotistical and stupid, but overdramatic, whiney, and possibly quite insane.
The conundrum: I hate Japanese, or Japanese hates me. Which is it?
I definitely talked to Jessica's roomate in Japanese, too, and she understood. I understood her reply, too. Sure, maybe it was simple, BUT IT WASN'T LEVEL FUCKING ONE!!!
Other piece of crap: Japanese I doesn't even have any more fucking room in it. I don't know if I can even get INTO the fucking class-- the fucking class which I do not want to take. How's that for shitty?
I wish I had more time to do this. Classes start on Wednesday. I have to buy books tomorrow. All the classes were taken. This is ridiculous.
I wrote a poem about Moaning Myrtle today . . . sort of-- randomly, lol . . . I think it was because I was crying in a bathroom.
This entry just died and went to hell. Talk about a crash after the blow of excitement.
My title so totally sounds like a Harry Potter chapter.
PS: Some random guys just walked in my room. They were either really friendly, or really drunk. So random, lol . . .
