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Saturday, April 2, 2005
Well, I didn't look at livejournal for a long, long time. The sun was brighter, the grass was greener, birds sang. Now, some overly rational people might call that "spring". As leader of the let's-ignore-the-post-hoc-fallacy brigade, I'd like to point out that such a point is bullshit and such an improvement in the weather is obviously because I haven't been writing in a "diary" which people looking for witticisms and anecdotes are bitterly disappointed by. Life looks better when you don't spend so much time on the computer.
And with that nugget of wisdom, happy trails. Fasten your seat belts, wear your bike helmet, lift your feet when walking or you'll trip, look both ways before crossing the street, and (you knew it was coming) don't eat the yellow snow.
Rest in peace, livejournal account.
Arrivederci, kiddos :)
Thursday, February 10, 2005
I hate it when giddy moods get mixed with Thursdays and a flu epidemic.
This is stupid - yes, i realize by posting i am actually inviting further humiliation via general shunning. Whatever, kids, deal with it.
"...Berlioz used music to evoke the passionate emotions of a tortured love affair, including the fifth movement in which he musically creates an opium-induced nightmare of a witches' gathering."
PONDER THAT ONE.
Hmm, I attempted to make jello after school today. It went less than well. Much like most of the things I attempted to do today, include interact socially. I sense a pattern. Stupid pattern.
Right. Just keep swimming.
Tuesday, February 8, 2005
But you should see the door.
Today I walked home for lunch, randomly and for no particular reason. Perhaps I have cabin fever and need fresh air in order to not get any crazier. Diagnosis, anyone?
Blah. The Physics room is insanely freezing. Also, I need an excellent reason to tell Mrs. Polashek for why I can't do Solo Ensemble Contest. It can't involve a family member dying, though. Call me superstitious but I'd feel horrible if some aunt or a grandmother proceeded to actually call it quits.
I want to stop giggling. The sound of my laugh ticks me off. Time, I think, to contemplate life a bit.
Saturday, February 5, 2005
Friday
Orchestra made me sad.
Lunch made it worse:
Xin: Physics predicts everything...
Peter: *explaining* So basically, no free will.
Lydia: That's horrible. How can you live?
Peter: *seems surprised by question*
Me: *puts head in hands*
Hi dad. Stop reading over my shoulder. Thanks.
Also on Friday, some of my friends and I went to Movie Club, usurped power, and made them watch Amelie. Vive nous.
Walked to piano and stared at the sky. I can't wait until it gets warm enough to watch an entire sunset or sunrise outside.
Today I biked to Big Table and loitered for a long time. Then Poojya did some nifty sleuthing and found me so we went to Cafe Diem (new and improved) and exchanged paper symbolizing past work for some caffeine. We proceeded to discuss life. I like that kid.
Thursday, February 3, 2005
Actually, the outdoors are better than some lame pas mal - downright kickass 50 degrees. I went for a run and I totally think that all that practice jumping to reach branches might one day pay off. It had better - imagine life as a non-jumping-skilled person. Feel depressed? I know I do.
Today I walked into French and noted that the phrase of the day was "Mon Dieu, tes filles sont laides" which translates to: "My God, your children are ugly." Now, perhaps I was being consciously confrontational, but frankly if Mrs. Schonhorst wants to instigate yet more misery in her classroom my insinuating that we will need to use that phrase in the future then its not like I have to go along with it. So I pointed out that perhaps such a phrase was rude. To which she responded that she didn't care and that she hated politically correct people. Comments on this exchange?
School in general sort of followed that vein - bearable but uncalled for. APWC was haunted by my imaginings of my speech tomorrow, which I haven't written yet and will make a spectable of myself while giving. I hope my class doesn't shun me afterward. Physics: test; HAL: sad and sundry memories of an emotionally scarred author' Pre-Calc: oh, joy, logarithms; and Francais, that epitome of teacher-student relations.
HAS anyone seem Karl Peterson's left gym shoe?
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Thinking about college is weirding me out. From a cynical perspective, college is a highly stressful and increadibly expensive business transaction which has the unfortunate result of swelling very many heads. On the other hand, without higher education we wouldn't have bright lights like the President of Harvard, poor misquoted man. Or one heck of a lot of useful inventions. Or much of an economy. Damn, justification rears its ugly head.
Anyway, what's surreal about all of this is that after I'm done with school, what will life be like? I can't remember when I was 6, which was the last time I wasn't enrolled in an education system. It'll be different, and different is scary.
I guess a college degree means a nice, white, plasticky house in suburbia somewhere, with minimal debt and the occassional conversation-topic-providing trip to one balmy beach or another. Hell, life could be worse. But by all nine layers of hell and Dante's majestic nasal appendage, why does analysing life lead to discouraging conclusions?
Bah. Jaded is the wrong word but whatever this is is getting repetitive.
Something tells me I'm going to delete this in shame in a very little while. Oh well.
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Behold, world, you disturbing trend towards making less and less sense.
Whatever. Je suis tres fatiguer. Annoyed at myself for being an ass in APWC. Assuming that the world and its respective uncle concur. Writing in grammatically confusing sentences. Enjoying it immensely. Kinda.
Okay, Samuel Smiles, I see your point about hard work and self help. I do hear you were a sexist, though. Tsk.
How is the reader's weekend going? What time is the Europe Trip meeting tomorrow? How do people manage staying up till 2 am repeatedly?
So many though-provoking questions.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
The last few days have been awful.
I think it's time I just sat down with a book that has nothing to do with school whatsoever and read for two hours. I haven't done that in so long my spelling is getting worse.
Stupid, stupid, STUPID.
Also, in one of those hateful ironies of life, my APWC economist goes by the name of Smiles.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Emily, this is your conscience. I command to you stop being shallow.
Bah. Ellen, sorry I asked you in the bathroom today whether my hair was sticking out. Next time I'm in that situation I think I'll query as to your stance on the doomsday-and-nature-obsessed attitude of the Romantics. Or something.
Anyway, this school thing is increadibly weird. Three days in a row? Far out.
First modern dance class today. Koutsky (is that how you spell her name?) is... um... oddly oblivious to our lack of enthusiasm. Apparently, if we all showed up in body casts we could STILL DANCE (sigh of relief) because we could MOVE OUR HEADS. Now that's tenacity. Or, perhaps, devotion.
Dude, MCI tests this Saturday, for which I studied by doing a workbook. A big workbook, written, I believe, by some very smart people who try way too hard to make it interesting. Sometimes the book directly addresses the reader in a sympathetic, chin-up-old-fellow tone. It's pretty disconcerting, but reassuring too. How odd.
Righto. It's too dark too often these days.
Sunday, January 9, 2005
Well, it isn't going away. My guess is, it never will. Obviously we have entered an ice age. Columbia (TM) is going to have a field day and those in the know will get filthy rich, the bastards.
Right, APWC study session at Diem, today at 5. Bring a couple bucks and buy something like peach-ginger tea. I figure if we purchase something they'll tolerate our presence for a few hours. Plus, ginger-peach tea is actually pretty good.
amazing soccer game, Inter scored three goals in like the last seven minutes of the game, including overtime. God is definately from Milan today. He's not from China, that's for sure.
hopefully that joke does not border as close to racism as it seems to as i re-read it. My apologies for offended readers - no close bordering on racism intended, i assure you.
Finals loom large on the horizon. Brace yourselves, my friends, and get lots and lots of sleep. Also, curse the day education became mandatory in this country. The tradeoff between gaining a future/better understanding of the world and ridiculously high levels of stress just isn't worth it.
And having exposed myself as a bloody idiot, I will retire to mutter angry mutterings to myself in a corner somewhere. Have a nice day :)
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