Friday Night Nerd
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tabular_rasaSo I took care of what needed to be taken care of.
I just did my whole Economics report.
Okay, so not the whole thing . . . I still need to interview someone-- have them read it, and tell me about it. Any volunteers? Lol . . . actually, I think it has to be done in person, so I dunno how eligible too many of you are.
What a loser I am, though. It's a Friday night, and what have I done? Economics.
Actually, I have a reason. Dad wants me to go up to the lake and take the boats out, but I have a TON of homework. Normally, Friday is my vacation day. I do WHATEVER, anything but homework . . . I get to relax. Then I intersperse homework between Saturday and Sunday. Yet I have A LOT this weekend (and some of which is actually outside of school): Economics paper, World History report, English essay, Lincoln-Douglass Debate outline, Snape's Worst Memory reading for time (once again, any volunteers? You can be my official homework helper! Hmm . . . Tiffany, I seem to recall staying up several late nights with you . . . *nudge, nudge*). So, he was all like *6.00 pm, just after I have gotten home* "If you've got so much homework, why are you online talking to your friends?" So I am proving a point.
Still, pretty darn nerdy.
Maybe I'll go work on my Fiddler on the Roof Harry Potter parody, or post something on a roleplay and hope someone's on to respond to me. That'll complete the image, totally.
Mom is really never in a good mood anymore. She's too stressed out, by work, and still having to raise kids. We're all stressed, too, though, so this is not a good thing. I also can't help feeling Neil is not living as happy of a childhood as I did. He's sort of spurned all the time by all of us; we never have time to play with him. I played with Tory when I was her age and she was Neil's (remember Cedric and Oliver? That was waayyy back, wow . . . before we even knew how hot Oliver was, lol . . . ). I just don't have time myself anymore to do it, and Tory really doesn't, either, compared to when I was her age (pssh, all I did this time in 8th grade was bike over to Alison's to play Barbies with Tiffany and Amber . . . *sigh* those were the days . . . dang, four years ago . . . Hemsley's been going for four years . . . and guess what, Tiff? I see Amber every day now, she's my English teacher's student assistant . . . and she still never acknowledges the fact that she ever knew me . . . oh well . . . ). Tory also does little more than call me a jerk anymore, too. I know, I steal the computer. It's because I like to get on when I get home, and once at night. Anything that messes with that throws me off.
Stupid overstressed American family. DARN YOU, SOCIETY!!! We all have to do it; Mom and Dad to achieve the American Dream, I to get into college. CONFOUND THEM!!! Can't we all just be relaxed, peaceful types? No, we have to get the ambitious society, based on hard work and laissez-faire. These are the days when Communism looks pretty nice.
. . . you know, of course, without the crazed dictators and stuff . . . and gulags (*brings to mind brilliant book* "I am cold. It is -114 degrees outside. Aww, darn it, it has to be -116 degrees outside for me to be able to stay inside. Better go make bricks. It is cold. I am proud of my bricks. I have a spoon in my boot. That Latvian dude got kicked in the arse for being late. It is cold. I am proud of my bricks. I have a chunk of rock that might be good for something. It is cold." -One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich . . . kind of . . . I swear, the theme of that book is, "I am cold.").
I think I would make a good propagandist. If I lived in the USSR back in the day, that'd be what I would be doing. They would have pulled me out specially at a young age, too, due to my writing precocity. Hmm. It wouldn't be too bad, I guess. You know, aside from the starving.
Hmm, am I stupid . . . I just realized I had a mail sitting in my mailbox from Jessica asking if I could come over tomorrow night . . . and it's from like 4:00 and I've been on for a while . . . I really need to stop saving stuff as new . . . I can never see when I actually have NEW mail . . .
Tomorrow's some hayride/bonfire thing at the lake, though . . . but this sounds more fun. Of course, it will be up to the parentals. It always is. Who needs free will? I have parents.
*Eagerly awaits adulthood.*
*Gets nervous and goes up to room and cuddles with Piggy and Blanky and Bunny Long Legs I and II and Pink Floyd and Yukata Bunny and doesn't want to leave yet.*
I just did my whole Economics report.
Okay, so not the whole thing . . . I still need to interview someone-- have them read it, and tell me about it. Any volunteers? Lol . . . actually, I think it has to be done in person, so I dunno how eligible too many of you are.
What a loser I am, though. It's a Friday night, and what have I done? Economics.
Actually, I have a reason. Dad wants me to go up to the lake and take the boats out, but I have a TON of homework. Normally, Friday is my vacation day. I do WHATEVER, anything but homework . . . I get to relax. Then I intersperse homework between Saturday and Sunday. Yet I have A LOT this weekend (and some of which is actually outside of school): Economics paper, World History report, English essay, Lincoln-Douglass Debate outline, Snape's Worst Memory reading for time (once again, any volunteers? You can be my official homework helper! Hmm . . . Tiffany, I seem to recall staying up several late nights with you . . . *nudge, nudge*). So, he was all like *6.00 pm, just after I have gotten home* "If you've got so much homework, why are you online talking to your friends?" So I am proving a point.
Still, pretty darn nerdy.
Maybe I'll go work on my Fiddler on the Roof Harry Potter parody, or post something on a roleplay and hope someone's on to respond to me. That'll complete the image, totally.
Mom is really never in a good mood anymore. She's too stressed out, by work, and still having to raise kids. We're all stressed, too, though, so this is not a good thing. I also can't help feeling Neil is not living as happy of a childhood as I did. He's sort of spurned all the time by all of us; we never have time to play with him. I played with Tory when I was her age and she was Neil's (remember Cedric and Oliver? That was waayyy back, wow . . . before we even knew how hot Oliver was, lol . . . ). I just don't have time myself anymore to do it, and Tory really doesn't, either, compared to when I was her age (pssh, all I did this time in 8th grade was bike over to Alison's to play Barbies with Tiffany and Amber . . . *sigh* those were the days . . . dang, four years ago . . . Hemsley's been going for four years . . . and guess what, Tiff? I see Amber every day now, she's my English teacher's student assistant . . . and she still never acknowledges the fact that she ever knew me . . . oh well . . . ). Tory also does little more than call me a jerk anymore, too. I know, I steal the computer. It's because I like to get on when I get home, and once at night. Anything that messes with that throws me off.
Stupid overstressed American family. DARN YOU, SOCIETY!!! We all have to do it; Mom and Dad to achieve the American Dream, I to get into college. CONFOUND THEM!!! Can't we all just be relaxed, peaceful types? No, we have to get the ambitious society, based on hard work and laissez-faire. These are the days when Communism looks pretty nice.
. . . you know, of course, without the crazed dictators and stuff . . . and gulags (*brings to mind brilliant book* "I am cold. It is -114 degrees outside. Aww, darn it, it has to be -116 degrees outside for me to be able to stay inside. Better go make bricks. It is cold. I am proud of my bricks. I have a spoon in my boot. That Latvian dude got kicked in the arse for being late. It is cold. I am proud of my bricks. I have a chunk of rock that might be good for something. It is cold." -One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich . . . kind of . . . I swear, the theme of that book is, "I am cold.").
I think I would make a good propagandist. If I lived in the USSR back in the day, that'd be what I would be doing. They would have pulled me out specially at a young age, too, due to my writing precocity. Hmm. It wouldn't be too bad, I guess. You know, aside from the starving.
Hmm, am I stupid . . . I just realized I had a mail sitting in my mailbox from Jessica asking if I could come over tomorrow night . . . and it's from like 4:00 and I've been on for a while . . . I really need to stop saving stuff as new . . . I can never see when I actually have NEW mail . . .
Tomorrow's some hayride/bonfire thing at the lake, though . . . but this sounds more fun. Of course, it will be up to the parentals. It always is. Who needs free will? I have parents.
*Eagerly awaits adulthood.*
*Gets nervous and goes up to room and cuddles with Piggy and Blanky and Bunny Long Legs I and II and Pink Floyd and Yukata Bunny and doesn't want to leave yet.*
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Date: 2004-09-24 11:34 pm (UTC)That, and, I'm a bit far away. :X
Anyway, I read about you "neglecting" Neil, and your memories of playing with Tory... That, I totally and utterly identify with. It's the same way with my family. *dejected sigh*
But, in retrospect, it's their fault for being born late. Damn babies. *shakes fist*
Nah, I like babies. Let's just blame America, shall we? I like Communism, on paper. With a small group of people, when I suceede to Antarctica and make my Bio-Dome (no, not like the movie "Biodome"; it will be different, I promise), Communisum shall prosper.