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Tue, Oct. 10th, 2006, 07:19 pm

Some days, the world reads your mind, even though on some of these days the wheel rims of your car turn out to be shot, which is a very, very bad thing.

In other ways, though, the world reads your mind. The radio station tells you about a new Decemberists album. MTV allows you to stream the entire album for free. The sun shines. The refrigerator holds cabbage soup as well as rice and leftover chicken, and the pantry has oyster sauce. Writer's Studio allows you to blow off Scholarship Stories and play around with poetry because you Damn Well Feel Like It. English teachers show you the letter of recommendation that they're writing you, and it boosts your ego like woah. Heather shares her stir fry with you. During first period, there are donuts. Corey and Caitlin temporarily join the lunch group. Hamlet listens to an iPod. You realize just how damn lucky you are.

Tue, Oct. 10th, 2006, 02:00 am

The car is broken again (damn the tires). I crave potatoes. Scholarship deadlines scare me. Unexpected biology quizzes also scare me.

In terms of good news, though, after-hours doughnuts at Lowe's Foods are $1.00 for a pack of six.

And seriously, does anyone have some good music to recommend? I don't have the money to buy any new music now, but my CD collection is getting old and the radio stations have gone insanse.

Tue, Oct. 3rd, 2006, 07:52 pm
Better Now

Many things make me feel better in a relatively short space of time.

Cello practice, new userpics, and blowing off homework are just a few of those things.

Wed, Sep. 27th, 2006, 06:10 pm

Fleetwood Mac, then Iron & Wine. All to the task of making the beginnings of molds for fossil horse teeth.

I shall return there next week.


(basically, I got to play with clay for two hours, albeit clay that was ridiculously hard to work with)

PS: Tomorrow=ELO & Grey's Anatomy (ELOGA=Thursday Joy?)=smiles. I love math.

Tue, Sep. 26th, 2006, 07:09 pm
"We're Sorry, but You Suck. Try Again Next Year"

Today's title is brought to you by Tasha's Tuesday Afterschool Experience, which included a meeting with PChaps in which certain names were discussed. Let me say now that I had no real say in the positioning of these names; she simply went over them with with me and made sure that everything would work out. I believe it will. I will also say here that those people who did not type their submissions or get a teacher recommendation didn't really have a chance among the other applicants, not because they weren't qualified but because the lack of word proccessing and lack of teacher recommending reclected rather poorly. Just so you know. Still, I'm terribly excited. More excited, as I've told many people, than it stricly necessary. 

When all had been unofficially announced, Ms. Chappell put me to work writing, alternately, "Congratulations, more details Thursday!" letters and "We're sorry, but You're Just Not Good Enough. Try Again Next Year" letters. I believe that they'll be distributed through English teachers tomorrow, but I can't be sure.  

On a related note: Right this very second begins my first ELO Submissions Crusade for the year. SUBMIT. Unless you have a legitimate reason to not submit, like not attending Enloe. 

Also, I have rediscovered my love for the number i, if only  because it doesn't fucking exist. Seriously? That blows my mind every time I think about it. In fact, I'm thinking of titling a short story "Ode to the Number i, Which Doesn't Exist Unless Squared". I just sort of feel like it. 

Saturday, by the way, was a wonderful day filled with synagogue, cookie swaps, impromptu belly dancing, playground equipment, wrestling, headstands, shirts that didn't fit quite right, and a digital camera. Not all at once, though. Bellydancing in Temple St. Francis would have been a bit awkward.

Finally, many hugs to those who need them. Unless they are engaging in self-pity. Then they shall be subjected to my merciless wrath.

Thu, Sep. 21st, 2006, 07:41 pm
When the Meadow Grass is Turning Brown

Grey's Anatomy. On. Tonight. I am a dork. 

Other than that, my update begins with mainly frustrating news about my computer being the only one in the house that doesn't have working internet. Also, after waiting 2 weeks after registration to be able to take my car in to be inspected (because with the damn Check Engine light always being on, I can't take it anywhere else) this afternoon, I found out that it is impossible to stay awake in a car dealership while trying to read about fossil horse classification. An hour later, the woman who worked at the reception desk woke me up and was like "sorry, we haven't been able to keep your check engine light off for something like five years now [my mother drove the car before she gave it to me] but now to fix it we have to replace This Valve and then Drive It Around And Make Sure It's Fixed and basically you need to leave it here." So I had to call someone to pick me up and got home in a rather unhappy mood only to find that I did not have time to both eat food and get to the extra karate class that was scheduled tonight (I also missed Tuesday's class, and Friday and Saturday are right out and the test is in a week but what-the-fuck-ever). I do not know how exactly I'm going to get to school tomorrow, but I suspect I will be driving a pickup truck. Not only is a sixty inch female driving a giant pickup truck an absurd thing to behold, it's not actually much fun to do, either. And then...

Well, Grey's Anatomy is on tonight. It better be a damned good episode.

In other news, my plan is finally working, and if I Keep Focused (which only worked, I suspect, because my internet broke), I can reasonable expect to get to bed every night around ten, ten-thirty, which means that I actually get to sleep for a resonable amount of time. This is fantastic. The problem is, I'm still tired during the day. Not as tired as I am on five, six hours of sleep, but still tired. It weirds me out, and I'm feeling like something is generally, nonspecifically wrong with my life even in the most wonderful month of the year. 

I hate the Emo Fairy. And my metabolism, or possibly my low iron levels. Grey's Anatomy, if you are not fantastic tonight I may have to disown you. 

Oh well. I have ELO (meeting next Thursday!) to look forward to and I actually have a couple of ideas banging around in my head for short stories for Writer's Studio, which is much better than where I was in early September. And my college essays? Cornell is still off moping topic-less in a corner, but Common App finally smiled at me last week and Yale even managed to look me in the eye last night when I read a rough draft. I am no longer worried. At this point, I sort of feel like after I'm done punching in my numbers and my Leadership Oriented Extracurriculars, and get the essays polished, it doesnt' really matter. I mean, I didn't pick any colleges that I don't actually want to attend, and I really just want this all to be over with so that I can go back to enjoying life without the future hanging over my head. I am a J. I have made my decisions; now all I need are the acceptance and rejection letters.

Sun, Sep. 17th, 2006, 07:14 pm
I Wish Grey's Anatomy Was On Tonight

So I finally got to go behind the glass of the 3rd floor paleo lab on Saturday. And my mother took pictures of it when she brought Max to the museum to show him the bugs.

I am also, if I want to look on the bright side, one out of seventeen at Enloe. On the more realistic side, I am one out of about 16,000 in the nation. That is, I am a National Merit Semifinalist, which means basically more applications, only this time for people to give me money as opposed to my parents giving other people money. As least, unlike Morehead, it actually makes sense for me to expend energy on this one. 

I, by the way, love the month of September. I love how everything that was growing in summer comes to fruition if it hasn't already, I love the rapid change and the weather is more beautiful now than almost any other time of the year. 

Not much to report otherwise, other than that I may very well be skipping part of Rosh Hashanah services to go to a cookie swap at Pullen Park (Saturday, 2:00, be there with a batch of cookies!). I don't feel guilty about it, just excited.
Oh, I am a bad Jew. Baaaaad Jew.

Sun, Sep. 10th, 2006, 07:20 pm
I Should Punish Myself Later For This

Wow. Everyone's been updating lately. I feel like I should do the same instead of Dickerson's journals...

So I now own a little boob-tastic black dress. It's boob-tastic in much the way that my prom dress was, only black and with a shorter hemline and without any glittery, sparkly things.

H., V., someday I will get you back for yesterday. Someday.

And then I hung out with friends in button-down shirts and dresses (not both at the same time. The boys wore button-downs and the girls wore dresses...mostly) in a Barnes & Noble. Because we could. God, we are such dorks. 

And I may yet get to do an AP Bio research project involving fossils. Shut up, V. It really is that cool. 

And I think I've finally got down my two major college essay topics, although I'm still empty-handed when it comes to Cornell's supplement (a 500 word essay about Russian+Chinese+Paleo+OH LOOK AT ME I'M UNIQUE AND EXCITING!!!=I feel like writing a single sentence that says "Just let me the fuck in.") But the first two essay topics make me happy.

And I watched the Christmas Invasion, and then finished readin Equus. I have much love for the both of them. And Questionable Content. That too. 

But now, homework. Homework. I will stop procrastinating, right....



Wed, Sep. 6th, 2006, 05:06 pm
Addition to the List No. 33

Things In Life I Did Before I Realized That They Were On My List of Things To Do In Life (Or Maybe They Were On the List. Who Knows?)

33. Learned the basics of driving a manual on the Blue Ridge Parkway

Thu, Aug. 31st, 2006, 08:41 pm
Now if Only I Didn't Feel so Godawfully Guilty About What I'm About to Do...

What I have found out today: listening to the Garden State Soundtrack and being introduced to Iron & Wine by the guy in charge of the lab while working on cleaning a hadrosaur skeleton (note to self: hadrosaur is a kind of dinosaur. I have touched, with my own hands and also with shiny silver dental picks, a real live dinosaur bone) is one of my top ways to spend a few couple afterschool.

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