Pa rum pa pum pum

merry christmas

Forgotten, but not yet gone

After scaling the treacherous plane known as finals week, I've reached the pinnacle and become an official sophomore. I learned to internalize my trepidation about failing at life/exams, and succeeded in intimidating many study partners with my calm and collected manner. But, after the last number two pencil was tossed aside and every lecture hall was emptied, I felt truly accomplished. It looks like all the laborious hours spent in AP classes really did pay off...wait, the only thing I gleaned from rhs was college credit credit.

I sent in a graduate survey for the high school today after pondering what could have "enhanced my high school career," which I decided was replacing most of the student body with people who weren't failures at life. However, this didn't seem rational to put down in the few lines alloted for free response, so instead, I wrote "Rockwall is sure a swell place to grow up! I enjoyed the time spent in the public education system, even though most of the staff probably didn't know me. Keep up the good work! :D"

The past few hours have been spent fiddling with iTunes and relishing the gift card I got to use with the music store. I'll be sure to keep my onion well oiled over the next few weeks, since I will be free from school work for a month. And now, egg nog. Life is good.

Living here in the twilight zone

Sitting in my dorm room, listening to Jack Johnson and chilling (as usual), I'm reminded again that the semester is practically over. There are literally eight or nine real class days left. After next week, I have two or three lectures in my classes and then DEAD week. It's hard to know how to feel. On one hand, I'm more than glad that I can leave biology 301m and never look back, but I'm anticipating separation anxiety from all my favourite people here in Austin. Someone said the other day that as each semester begins, it feels like whole new year, as opposed to high school semesters. Of course, I'd love to meet new people through classes next year, but I happen to enjoy the same thing every day. I like the nonchalant acquaintances that I've accumulated over these few precious months. When I got to my dorm on August 18th, it felt like this time would never end and that I couldn't get home soon enough. I guess I forgot at what point I began to call my dorm, or even Austin "home," but now it seems like second nature.

When did time start passing so swiftly, and the days being so much shorter? Do I really appreciate the time I've been given, as it slips through my fingers? How many people can truly say that they've lived their fleeting lives to the fullest, with or without regrets?

I've heard it said that the minute we're born, we begin to die. Even though that seems thoroughly logical, I hope everyone has tried to make the most of their lives while they had the chance. I know this week has been one of the most fulfilling and least academic of my life :D I may have a test on Monday and an eight page paper due after Thanksgiving, but from Monday up until today, I've had the greatest time experiencing life. No, I didn't have a "variety of sexual experiences" or take drugs or alcohol. Nothing I've done has been illegal, although some of it has been a bit strange. Here's a basic rundown of how to have an amazing five days, for relatively little money with the best people you could plan to meet:
Monday: After eating baked ziti, venture to Wal Mart and buy a four square ball (preferably with barbie's face on it). Then make your way to fiesta/amazing music stores that sell records, and finish the evening with tcby and couches at srd.
Tuesday: Watch cheesy actions flicks like "speed" with your neighbors, and then go out in the rain (during three tornado warnings) and play four square at the tower. Getting ridiculously soaking wet is a must. as is parading single file by the undergraduate library at 12:45 am.
Wednesday: Go see bridget jones' diary and be thoroughly amused by the racial commentary, and then see west wing while eating wendy's. Travel to riverside to watch "lost" aka best tv show. ever.
Thursday: Go to wesley and see friendly faces and return to srd. Make your way to midnight rodeo with a group of the best guy to girl ratio since adam::eve. Go to dg house for all you can eat nachos and see drunk people with an affinity for the facebook.
Friday: skip class like the rest of your friends who are failures at life, but then watch two foreign films for ant 304, and have a lock in with your small group.

This works especially well with counting crows and dashboard as the soundtrack for the week. Also handy for those on a shoestring budget.

And now, I must go continue the marathon of goodness that has been this week.

How you durrin'?

I just love the holidays.

Packt like a sardine in a crushd tin dorm room

So, I've been abysmally neglectful toward my onion lately, in addition to it's temporary illness. Hopefully we can be reconciled and let the last month and a half pass as an empty void in my life, although it was quite the opposite. I've been at college for almost two months now, and it seems like a lifetime. Things in Austin are scrumtrillescent and more than enough to occupy the massive amounts of free time that I have. In the past few weeks I have:
helped make an audition tape for 'the real world'
gotten an A on a paper
read three books
gone home twice (homecoming and ou weekend)
become addicted to mytunes
skipped class three times: his304r and bio
helped plan and attended a surprise 3/4 birthday party
played ultimate frisbee countless times
gone on a camping retreat near san antonio
swam in barton springs
done well on a us history ESSAY test (take that, mrs. cook)
attended two football games, and mourned the defeat at the cotton bowl
eaten thai food, and liked it
snuck into the 21st floor of the omni hotel to swim/hot tub
danced with a drunk guy (twice)
missed my dog
gotten slaughtered at im football
walked in the rain
attended a mirari concert :D
screened my calls (you know what I'm talking about)
seen "garden state" "napoleon dynamite" 2x, "hero," "vanity fair," "super troopers," "best in show," "eurotrip," "when harry met sally" and countless other films
watched a land rover back into my car and flee the scene
grown more attached to taco cabana
missed you all

That may give you a sense of how things have been going lately. I know I'll be able to fill in the gaps later when I finish reading 'dracula: an authoritative text' for my seminar. Until then, adieu.

Sorrow and love flow mingled down

After almost a week of living in a state of heightened estrogen, I think I've finally come to enjoy life at the virgin vault (srd). The girls on my hall are all really nice and not into greek life at all. My roommate and I have gotten accustomed to each other for the most part, and are getting along nicely. I've been hanging out with a large group of sophomores, some of which are involved in wesley, and others who are just fun people.

Last night I went to Barton Creek, a mall near campus, to see Garden State at 10:00 with about twenty other people. I think I was the token freshman, which was weird but somewhat enjoyable :D The movie was most excellent. I saw the preview online before and had the song on my iPod before it crapped out on me, but wasn't quite sure what to think going into it. Zach Braff did a great job writing and directing the whole film; both he and Natalie Portman played the roles wonderfully. Great comic moments with meaty dialogue and a great plot. Rated R for language, which was sometimes used in excess, but didn't detract from the movie. And the previews shown before the movie were all most intriguing as well (a movie with Bill Murray and Owen Wilson about ocean explorers??) All in all, it was a fun evening.

I went to church this morning at First Evangelical Free Church, or EV Free as most call it, with Kara and her two friends, Jessica and Erica. The college service was pretty nice, and very contemporary. In the second floor room, there were possibly two hundred something students from ut, concordia and other campuses. I'm probably going to visit the University Methodist Church next week to see how I like it.

Still need to pick up three more books that came in:
Readings in Judaism, Christianity and Islam,
Picture of Dorian Gray, and
Dracula: Authoritative Text

Yes, this will be a most interesting semester.

Here, there and everywhere

now that's my kind of toilet paper.

Picking up my books today and stocking up at the Jester store with the money I have left from orientation. Life is good.

leave me some love. absence does make the heart grow fonder, right?

Needing a golden calculator

Finally here at college. It doesn't seem quite right yet, what with all the moving in and having things somewhat settled. Much to my surprise, the majority of the girls on my floor aren't rushing, which is quite nice. My roommate, Kara, is somewhat like me, minus the sarcasm and strange humor.

After arriving in Austin, my dad took ciompi to the ITS (information and technology services) Help Desk to get it fixed. It turns out that I had a virus and that nothing could be done, so they wiped the memory and basically erased everything I had. I got to keep my bookmarks and old emails, but hardly anything else. I got everything up and running a few hours ago, so for now, I'm set.
It's mostly boring, just sitting around waiting to do something to pass the time.

save me.

She's leaving home

We were talking
about the space between us all
and people who hide themselves
behind a wall of illusion
never glimpse the truth
then it's far too late
when they pass away
We were talking
about the love we all could share
When we find it
to try our best to hold it there
with our love, with our love
we could save the world
if they only knew
Try to realize it's all within yourself
no one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small
and life flows on within you and without you
We were talking
about the love that's gone so cold
and the people who gain the world
and lose their soul
They don't know, they can't see
Are you one of them
When you've seen beyond yourself
then you may find
peace of mind is waiting there
And the time will come
when you see we're all one
and life flows on within you and without you.

After much deliberation, I've finally gotten most of my clothing/belongings gathered to pack tomorrow. Yes, I know, procrastination is a tough habit to break. Maybe I'll join a twelve step program or something like that. This may very well be my last post before my ciompi is dismantled and moved to austin, so enjoy it while it lasts. I'll try to get back to you all wednesday, but who knows?

And..in response to the blackmail new orleans pictures courtesy of rachel, I'm posting this for your personal viewing pleasure:



band trip 2001? indeed.

and just because I know you want him:

Studying pataphysical science in the home

I'm having a hellish time redoing this layout, but take it for what it is. Like many other onioneers, I needed a change along with my exodus to college (next tuesday!)

chihuahua breeding grounds

I'd like to leave you all with a disclaimer for the weekend:
*******DON'T GO SEE "THE VILLAGE"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111********

Absolute drivel and senseless dialogue. I can't believe the "actors" on screen were people like Sigourney Weaver, Adrien Brody and Joaquin Phoenix, who I fancied having legitimate talent. Bland setting and unbelievable yet predictable plot and ludicrous ending. Two to three moments where I jumped, but other than that, the only suspenseful/frightening elements were how so many people liked this film.

the end.

She came in through the bathroom window protected by a silver spoon

Frequent Tanning May Signify Mental Disorder
Some People With Body Dysmorphic Disorder Tan to Hide Perceived Defects

By: Denise Mann

Aug. 5, 2004 -- Certain excessive tanners -- sometimes referred to as "tanarexics" -- may be suffering from body dysmorphic disorder, a condition involving excessive preoccupation with a minor or an imagined defect.
Unlike mirror checking, combing hair, shaving, removing or cutting hair, and/or applying makeup, excessive tanning has not previously been described as a feature of body dysmorphic disorder, say researchers from Brown Medical School in Providence, R.I. They presented their research at the annual summer meeting of the American Academy of Dermatology in New York City.
In the study of 11 frequent tanners with body dysmorphic disorder, the No. 1 reason they tanned was to conceal perceived physical defects. In fact, the majority thought that their main defect was their light-colored skin and as a result, they used tanning to deepen their skin tone. Others used tanning to camouflage specific perceived defects.
"In general for anyone who is tanning excessively, there is an increased risk of developing skin cancer," researcher Jennifer Hunter-Yates, MD, dermatology resident at Brown Medical School's department of dermatology, tells WebMD. "Younger people also increase their risk of photoaging with sun exposure," she says. Photoaging is premature aging of the skin, including wrinkles.
Excessive tanners with body dysmorphic disorder "have an actual psychiatric disorder and it's important to address this," Hunter-Yates tells WebMD. "Getting them to see a psychiatrist is really the key," she says. Some research shows that counseling and/or medications to control anxiety and depression may help treat body dysmorphic disorder.
Of the 11 frequent tanners, 27% were female with an average age of 31 and 18% were married. People in the study also engaged in other body dysmorphic disorder behaviors such as constant mirror checking and grooming and many also had anxiety.
According to the National Institute of Mental Health in Bethesda, Md., body dysmorphic disorder can be chronic and may lead to repeated hospitalizations and suicide. It can also result in decreased social, academic, and occupational functioning.
The Britney Effect
Libby Buscemi, MD, a New York City dermatologist, certainly sees her share of excessive tanners. When she asks people why they tan, they typically say such things as "I feel better, look better, and look thinner when I am tan," she tells WebMD.
There is also a cultural aspect to it, she says. "Back when people worked on the farm, it was not considered attractive to be tan because it meant you were a laborer," she says. But times are changing; today you see mega stars like Jessica Simpson and Britney Spears sporting tans.
"One major misconception is that tanners think getting their skin checked before or after they sit in the sun means they will be OK, but damage shows up years and years later," Buscemi warns.
SOURCES: Jennifer Hunter-Yates, MD, dermatology resident,department of dermatology, Brown Medical School, Providence, R.I. Libby Buscemi, MD, dermatologist, New York City.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

On a more positive note, hats off to lez and rach for their stunning new haircuts.

A little less conversation, a little more action

My apologies for the lack of internet communication lately. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of change. As a matter of fact, I'm leaving for college in less than three weeks.

I've been bustling about amidst college preparation and hellishly unorganized piles of refuse. the chaos theory defines my life currently. I just received a letter about more prospective financial aid for next semester which brought me great joy.

I think 'mean girls' is on at the dollar theater now. Anyone? 'the village' opened today also, and I'm itching to get out of the house. now.

The infirmary man may count me dead, when I've gone to find my ain true love

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity. Choir tour was splendid even though twas short. The four days of sea world, austin and the children's home were great and carried off mostly without a hitch. Seeing the orcas, dolphins, belugas etc. in san antonio was somewhat entertaining, until I thought about life in a cage, with multiple performances daily, for loud and obnoxious tourists and realized that these captive animals weren't meant to live that way. Call me a hippie, but that doesn't sit too comfortably with me. The funny thing about the park was that the last show on the tuesday that we were there was interrupted by the orcas refusing to perform for nearly ten minutes and swimming around in a different tank. I laughed at the trainers' plight and then stared open mouthed as they paraded the whales around with american flags (???). Other than the aquatic madness, I had much fun hanging out, singing, touring and playing hold 'em. The two nights of poker proved to be some of the best I've ever taken part in. I won on the first night, beating nine people soundly and came in a close second the next night to jordan whitney, who always has amazing luck. However, in two days, I got aces down FIVE (5)times. It hardly seems possible, but it happened.  NOTE: Godspell will be performed for the final time on sunday at 10:00 am at the ufc auditorium. Everyone should come for a free performance of this high energy version of matthew, which is corny at times (hey, it was written in the 70's.) And that is the end of my shameless plug.
 
I've gotten all my bedding for my dorm and am quite pleased with everything. My roommate and I aren't matching in the least, with her teal comforter and lime throw pillows and my dark reddish comforter. Well, with martha stewart in jail for five months, we might as well throw fashion sense out the window. Still seeking odds and ends for the room and attempting to prepare myself for august 18th a.k.a. move in day.   

Just finished 'cold mountain' which was really a good film. My mom pulled the morality card once again, so I watched more than half of it on my computer. Also at video village, two copies of 'the triplets of belleville' caught my eye, but it will have to wait until a more opportune time.
 
Recently been listening to much folksy bluegrass and cold mountain brought allison krauss to my mind again:
 
When I recall his parting words
Must I accept his fate
Or take myself far from this place
I thought I heard a black bell toll
A little bird did sing
Man has no choice
When he wants every thing

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride

Man goes beyond his own decision
Gets caught up in the mechanism
Of swindlers who act like kings
And brokers who break everything
The dark of night was swiftly fading
Close to the dawn of day
Why would I want him just to lose him again

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride

Give 'em hell, Give 'em hell, Go Horns Go!

Yesterday at about 6:00 pm marked my return to rockwall and the end of my saga at orientation at the University of Texas at Austin. My schedule is as follows:

ANT 305 EXPRESSIVE CULTURE MWF 10:00-11:00
BIO 301M ECOLOGY, EVOLUTION, & SOCIETY TTH 9:30-11:00 T 1:00- 2:00P
HIS 304R JUDAISM, CHRISTIANITY, & ISLAM MWF 11:00-12:00
NSC 001 FRESHMAN INTEREST GROUP SMNR TH 1:00- 2:00P
F S 301 ART OF THE UNCANNY TTH 2:00- 3:30P
HIS 315K UNITED STATES, 1492-1865 MWF 9:00-10:00

I'm taking a FIG (freshman interest group), which groups three classes together, plus a one hour seminar each week. Enrolling in the 'tiki torch' fig,(the liberal arts college theme is Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Liberal Arts), guaranteed me my anthropology class, bio, and his304r.
After that, I only needed two more classes for a full 15 hours. By leaving my room at the crack of dawn and sitting in line for about an hour, I got to register really quickly; therefore, I got into the really small freshman seminar that I wanted, 'art of the uncanny.' Like most other freshman seminars, it meets 3 hours a week and gives you a writing credit. My professor is a forty something british lady who claims to be a vampire, painted her office purple, and listens to european industrial/metal rock. indeed. Registration really wasn't as horrifying as it was portrayed, but then again, I was the 18th person to enter the building, out of 150 in the first block, so I'm a bit biased.

The first three days before registration were marked by somewhat comical skits performed by the orientation advisors, videos on diversity, discussions about controversial topics with your wingmates and two others, multiple non-required programs and tours, meetings within individual colleges, and loads of brochures/packets/booklets/free shirts/course guides.
One of the most anticipated events was the "higher learning" program on night one. It was the main diversity program, where video clips were played and oa's strewn about the audience stood in the spotlight individually and did monologues about their ethnicity, religion, sexuality, lifestyle etc. The funny thing was that aside from the obviously asian, black, hispanic or other racial speakers, you couldn't be sure the roles were actually true to the people. After everyone spoke, other oa's onstage said that the monologues were written by students on campus and did not always reflect the lives of the people giving them. The discussion afterward was interesting, because within the three wings lumped together that I was in, there was a large group of white kids, some asian, a few african american, some hispanic, and one outspoken feminist. The activity entailed moving from one side of the room (agree) to the other (disagree) depending upon your opinion on the statements read.

I took the sat II math test on day two, and did average, considering that I haven't taken a math class since my junior year. With a 630, I got credit for an A in some math, so now I only need one more math class. ::much rejoicing::

Little did I know that many other rockwallites would be in attendance at this session; tyler kimm, isabela, matt rose, noor malik, katharine keton, and supposedly emerson halstead and trey kampfer- I didn't see either of them the entire time. Noor and matt were staying with noor's sister, and tyler was in a friend's house by himself. Isabela and I both stayed in jester a.k.a. j town for the three days and nights of orientation, along with the majority of the orientees. Luckily tyler and isabela had cars, so we all traveled about austin frequently, drinking coffee and eating thai food.* Being with a group of people I traditionally wouldn't be with was really enjoyable, and I got to know noor better than I had before.

Test Name Score Test Date Received
CB AP: European History 4 05-01-2004 06-29-2004
CB AP: English Lit. & Comp. 5 05-01-2004 06-29-2004



oh hells yeah.

A Highly Selective History Which Glosses Over the nastier aspects of the school

The time has come for me to depart to orientation. I'll be on the road with my mother within the hour. Ah yes, four fun filled days of diversity programs, academic advising, dorm food, and the thrilling finale: registration. Results posted on friday evening at earliest. Until then, and in case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening and good night.

A flibertigibbet, a whill of a whisp, a clown

While chatting with robby this evening, something was once again brought to my attention. He mentioned that people from oregon, new york, arkansas and other far away places have meandered onto his site. But there are a few places I never hear people hailing from. This begs the question: is there anyone living in montana, wisconsin or wyoming? I honestly have no relatives there, and know no one that has lived there/knows anyone else there (friend of a friend). If you are out there in the wide world of the internet, please give us a sign. Some form of digital crop circles, smoke signals, even morse code.

or you could leave a comment.

With a match that's mean and some gasoline, you won't see me anymore

Orientation begins in six days. I feel as though I should be better prepared, but everything seems so open ended. Hearing from various attendees (ie. my roommate, pirtle, older students) that advisors will be helpful gives me much confidence. I'm worried about class availability and getting the units I need, though. I even had a dream about my schedule two nights ago:

After partaking in the normal orientation events, I reached the final day, when I had to register. I got to the building and found that the line was somewhat long, so I waited. When I logged onto the computer, the only classes with space left were auto mechanics and advanced european economics (strange hybrid of simpson and carothers?) Needless to say, I was horrified and woke up feeling quite uneasy.

I resisted the urge to throw away my copy of 'jihad vs. mc world' today. After removing it from a pile of rubbish on my floor, I realized that some class might require it and I would need to actually read it.

All around me are familiar faces

I had a wonderful week doing various tasks at church and working at 'sun and fun' on thursday. At 3:30, my intended destination was j. carinos' to meet leslie for lunch, but there were other plans already laid. justine, kara, leslie, rach and swany all kidnapped me and took me to buca di beppo, a great italian restaurant in frisco. we then ventured to the cheesecake factory and harry potter at the amc in the mall. I had a wonderful evening with wonderful people. Thanks pals, it was much fun.
Today, I went out on the lake with the sparks and the griffins boats + dave and lindsay. from 8:00 am to 1:30 pm, I roasted on hubbard while tubing, kneeboarding and vain attempts at wakeboarding. and now I feel like I ate 328947 pounds of fever fudge (book 5?). shower now and broomball tonight.

I need a massage.

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup

As stated by rachel and by various critics, the remake of "the stepford wives" was silly indeed, and not the least bit a sci fi or horror movie (except for glenn close with a dangerously low neckline). I really enjoyed the 1975 version with katharine ross as joanna.*

I've been listening to the 'prisoner of azkaban' soundtrack and reading book five most of the day.
oh, tis wonderful to be eighteen.





*my voyage to video village proved painless!

We don't want the loonies taking over

If you haven't already, take a peek at the recent events in lez's onion. The original entry and ensuing chaos is quite the prize. Maybe the reason no one "had the guts to go out on a limb and disagree with her at any level" is because no one did. Lez, you're awesome.

Hearing your voice is like chewing tin foil

Every waking moment gives me a stronger sense of longing for college. I'll certainly miss b day lunches, taking strange pictures for no reason, general camaraderie and good times. But not the bitterness that is slowly enveloping me from the inside out. And it doesn't even stem from my apathy toward the vast majority of the class of '04, but my own household. Trying to have a sensible political discussion with my mother seemed a relatively sane thing to do, until I realized that anything I said would be seen as wrong. If I don't support bush, I have gotten pulled in by the "liberal slant of the media." If I choose to have a moderate view, I'm obviously a supporter of complacency or ralph nader. Oh, and the chance that I'll support bush is unlikely, but if I do, it must be to please my parents. After trying to assuage her fears about me becoming the next hillary clinton, my mother goes off on a tirade about irreverence toward the leaders of this country. She makes her views explicitly clear, yet states that she has no interest in politics or knowledge about them. I am left with no way to respond, so I try to exit the conversation gracefully. Now I'm "avoiding" her and sidestepping the issues. The discussion is finally ended, with the knowledge that I am not a raging liberal and that my mother is vocal about supporting the president but knows little about current events.
I have grown accustomed to the fact that I cannot sit down and talk religion, politics, truth, beauty, freedom, love, (sex, lies and videotape) with my mother without getting into a shouting match. No matter how much we agree or disagree, she can't listen to a word I say without talking over me. She was telling a story about someone the other day and I asked her the same question four times. She heard me and responded once. My father, the intellectual, perceiving one, is readily available to talk to and actually listen to what you say.
Like many other graduates, going away to college will be extremely liberating. Don't get me wrong; I'm not going to come back after a month in austin with ten piercings, dredlocks and a girlfriend, but I will be glad to have a fresh perspective on life. Constantly filled with righteous indignation, my mother is constantly attempting to shield me from the real world, which is an "unholy place" with things that aren't glorifying to God. I hate to break it to her, but in less than three months, I won't be living here anymore. What then, when like many other college freshmen, I won't have parents looking over my shoulder as I type on my computer, or watching me drive away with friends? What then?
Today is the perfect example of the overly protective and readily offended nature of my mother. I made the monumentally stupid suggestion that we rent a movie, which is always a thrill. Video Village just so happens not to have the 1975 "Stepford Wives" in, so we peruse the new releases section. "Love Actually" piques my interest, while my mother looks at "Monster," "The House of Sand and Fog," and "Mystic River," all of which are 'R' rated. We go for the most lighthearted of the bunch, and pick my choice. I put in the dvd at home and we turn it on. A mere two minutes after the film starts, one of the characters lets off a stream of cursing. I brace myself for the explosion, and it begins shortly afterward. My mother is appalled at the language, but I look the other way, because hey, it's R RATED. About fifteen minutes later, I'm getting increasingly worried about the reaction to the language and brief nudity. As I expected, my mother takes the remote and removes the dvd from the player. She explains that the movie was "filth" and typical british humor, which I happen to enjoy. After placing the disk in its box, she says that she is going to return it, because no one is going to watch that in her house, in her presence or alone. I depart to my room and a mere fifteen minutes later hear the narrative of what occurred at the store. She returned the movie to the desk and said that it was highly offensive and that she didn't appreciate it at all. The girl at the register reiterated the fact that it was rated 'R', but my mother replied that she had seen r rated movies and this was trash. She asked that no one but larry or anne daniel be allowed to check out movies on that account.
I'm never going to show my face in video village again.

The magnetic rollerskater wears a bonnet of blue

As I'm compiling a playlist for my iPod, I'd like a wide range of music/genres. You, dear reader, can help expand my musical horizons.
Leave me some love in the form of your favorite song(s), with the artist, please. It doesn't really matter what kind of music you prefer; I will take any suggestions, barring only "I Am Not American" by Developing With the Dark. This effort would be much appreciated.

And on the lazy days the dogs dissolve and drain away

Prisoner of Azkaban was amazingly splendid, and proved better when viewed the second time. I have already voiced my opinion on various other pages and onions, so I will leave it up to the reader to take part in the cinematic magnificence of this film.

On saturday afternoon, I ventured out with my dad to purchase my graduation gift, an ipod!!!!!11 We checked at best buy in mesquite, and they had the 15 gb and 40 gb versions. The latter being too expensive/too much memory and the former lacking in space etc. Seeking a 20 gb version, we traveled to comp usa and were told that they were discontinued. As luck would have it, best buy in plano had one 20 gb left, which we bought and took home. Naturally, I am blissful. The moral of this tale is: buy a decent yet discontinued version of something and get a 4 year warranty, so when you get a refund, it's an upgrade.


in all its 2.1 megapixel glory

Currently: tinkering with playlists ripping cds.

The packing on the inside of the box had a plastic wrapper that read: "Please don't steal music." in six different languages. oh gooji (yeah lez)

As we go on, we remember all the times we had together...

yes indeed, high school is over.
and I'm spent.




will post legitimate synopsis of events later.

Hey man, slow down

(I began this on the 31st): It just so happened that while I formulated a nice lengthy post entailing all the events of the past few weeks on thursday night, a malevolent thunderstorm caused my ciompi to die temporarily, hence my reader's digest summation of said activities in this post* (*note: extended, dickens like sentence structure).

Thursday, May 20th: -discussion on 'jihad vs. mc hell world. varying viewpoints presented, many for death penalty. I tend to disagree.

Friday, May 21st: -presentation of our drama in english (an adaptation of 'the cherry orchard'). mediocre acting and too many roles for each group member.
-band banquet 2004 commences at 7:00 pm. robby accompanied me and made for a most enjoyable evening.

Saturday, May 22nd: -lounged around most of the day, and met up at 6:00 for spotlight banquet 2004. again a delightful evening with sir robert and the boo wack gang of theater dahlings. see rach's onion for pics.

Sunday, May 23rd: -senior sunday occurred at 11:00 service. aggies in the congregation are once again overly vocal.
-graduation tea for amanda at the stewart's. baccalaureate proves to be somewhat worthless. pool party at the wilson's after church.

Monday, May 24th: -first period band spent in library futilely looking for my file on the school system. it just so happens that the librarians are lazy now, too. skipped bcis, and completed paper/collage on gangs for speech. our presentation didn't actually take place in third period, but mrs. bynum was the sub, so anything was possible.

Tuesday, May 25th: -came to ensemble practice at 8:00, though I had no classes that day(?). went home and got chinese food and love.

Wednesday, May 26th: went to troy with madre, yet missed the last 15 minutes. turned in band uniform(s) and kissed the organization goodbye.

Thursday, May 27th: did basically nothing, to the best of my memory, except check in at rhs for attendance purposes.

Friday, May 28th: checked in at high school and then prepared to leave for state solo y ensemble. watched 'the wedding singer' on the way and had a grand time getting caught after curfew.

Saturday, May 29th: ensemble gets a 2 rating, but touring of the campus proves to be worthwhile. blisters develop post haste.

Sunday, May 30th: church and candace/cory's graduation shindig. lake activities despite the active tornado warning throughout the evening. tubing and barbequed chicken indeed. went to 'the day after tomorrow' at 10:45 and did not receive $6.50 worth of entertainment. illegally crossing into mexico to escape ice age in north america, pah.

Monday, May 31st: went to six flags with amanda t. claire, kimi, and margaret ann. weather proved somewhat hot, but a pleasant endeavor over all.

Tuesday, June 1st: panoramic picture at 9:30 with wal mart as the background(???) most of the class of '04 fails at life, once again.

Wednesday, June 2nd: ticket/picture pickup at 11ish. students seen pleading with classmates for extra seating. excellent mirari show at kyle's at 7:30. more bad weather did not deter a scrumtrillescent concert.

Thursday, June 3rd: graduation practice follows clarinet lunch with mrs. seay. organization of the 560 chosen ones, and then freedom. chicken crispers galore and then AZKABAN!!!!!!!!!1111 (11:59 pm, 3rd/4th)
tie and scarf wearing plus 'wands' plus thirty odd rockwall attendees equals LOVE. great movie, probably my favorite and I heart alfonso cuaron times 235905984315 <3 <3 <3

Friday, June 4th: graduation occurs at 7:00 and the pinnacle of our public education system came and went. what a rush. in the words of strong bad "IT'S OVER!!!!!"
partied it up in various locales, primarily with mi familia. cake and cards.

oh, and I'm getting an ipod today at best buy with the parentals. happy graduation indeed. ::celebration ensues::

Watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are reckless

Tonight's events give me all the more reason not to miss rockwall, the school, the people and the town. Of course, there are the elite few that will be missed, but for the most part, I am extremely ready to get out of this metaphorical/literal bubble.

One of few good things about the awards ceremony was that there was no euro award; therefore, no upsets among the hopefuls, and that mr. randolph has the best pauses and expressions when opening ceremonies. (::scans room with marine-like glance for a few seconds::) Along with the majority of the attendees, I received no local scholarship money from any "charitable organization." However, some recipients who already had copious amounts of financial aid from their colleges still got checks hand over fist. Is it because I'm white? Or maybe it's because I'm going to ut and not a&m. Wait, I know, it's because I don't go tanning. I have yet to understand why so many deserving applicants and students who interviewed got little more than a scrap of calligraphied paper for their years of scholastic, extracurricular and character achievements. There were many people who have done so much in school and out that got recognition, and I don't grudge them that. In fact, I'm happy for people who needed economic aid for their tuition etc. and got it. I just wish that some of the awards had been more evenly distributed, instead of a select number making a clean sweep of the money.
Instead of dwelling on my lack of financial aid from the local bracket, I'll just settle with being a women's league, ncl, amica and aspasians reject.
Thus ends my pity party. If you have a similar situation, feel free to wallow with me. :D

The best comment of the three hour affair goes to rachel:
" 'So how much did you get at the local scholarship awards ceremony?'
'Actually nothing, but I won $10 from a scratch-off on the way home!' "

Blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground.

The Bold is true:
01. When I was younger, I made some bad decisions.
02. I don't watch much TV these days.
03. I love broccoli.
04. I love sleeping.
05. I have loads of books.
06. I once slept on a toilet.
07. I love playing video games.
08. I adore marijuana.
10. I watch 'one tree hill'.
11. I like sharks.
12. I love spiders. I think they're adorable, especially the ones with bright colors on their backs. GOOD GOD NO.
13. I was born without hair.
14. I like George W. Bush.
15. Some people are cool.
16. I have changed a lot mentally over the past year.
17. I have a Toyota and a pool.
18. I have a lot to learn.
19. I carry a knife everywhere I go. *swiss army. just because
20. I am really, really smart. I’m smart enough not to admit it, dumpy.
21. I have a secret.
22. I hate rain.
23. I drink health-juice.
24. Punk rock rules.
25. I hate Bill Gates.
26. I love Chinese food.
27. I would hate to be famous.
28. I am not a morning person.
29. I have semi-long hair.
30. I have semi-short hair.
31. I have potential.
32. I'm pure Afghan.
33. My legs are different sizes. I refuse to believe my legs are identical. (?)
34. I have a twin.
35. I wear those long socks.
36. I can roll my tongue.
37. I like the way I look. (for the most part)
38. I am obsessed with Italian food.
39. I know how to French braid.
40. I can have a pessimistic or optimistic attitude whenever I want.
41. I have a lot of mood swings.
42. I skateboard/snowboard.
43. I think that skateboarders are HOT.
44. I am in a band. …marching/ concert band
45. I have a talent.
46. I am always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.
47. I think that I am popular.
48. I am currently single.
49. I can't swim.
50. My favorite color is either blue, red, or white.
51. I practically live in a sweatshirt.
52. I love to shop.
53. I would classify myself as either punk or goth.
54. I would classify myself as ghetto.
55. I'm prep; I shop at Abercrombie, and I ADMIT IT. HA
56. I am obsessed with my xanga.
57. I don't hate anyone (very much.)
58. I know how to square dance.
59. I have a unibrow. (thank god)
60. I am completely embarrassed to be seen with my mom.
61. I have a cell phone.
62. I believe in God.
63. I watch MTV on a daily basis.
64. I know how to play a tuba
65. I need coffee to live.
66. I have been to another continent before.
67. I've rejected someone before.
68. I currently like someone and they have no idea that i like them.
69. I have no idea what I want to do with the rest of my life.
70. I want kids when I get older.
71. I have changed a diaper before.
72. I have called the cops on a friend before.
73. I bite my nails.
74. I listen to the Spice Girls.
75. I am a member of the Hilary Duff fan club.
76. I'm not allergic to anything.
77. I love Broadway plays, and have been to at least three. (ohh yeah)
78. I have no idea who the 38th president was.
79. I plan to see Mary-Kate and Ashley's new movie.
80. I am completely shy around the opposite sex.
81. I am online 24/7.
82. I have at least 25 away messages saved.
83. I have tried alcohol or drugs at a party.
84. I loved Rush Hour.
85. I've read all of the Harry Potter books. (multiple times each)
86. If I were a dwarf, I'd be Dopey.
87. When I was a kid I played with G.I. Joe.
88. I don't mind country music.
89. I would die for my friends.
90. I think that Juicy Fruit is the best type of gum.
91. I watch soap operas whenever I can.
92. I'm obsessive and paranoid android.
93. I would love to be Demi Moore because Ashton is a major hottie.
94. I love the Beatles. They're a classic. <3 <3
95. I know all the words to 'I'm a Barbie Girl' ::hides face::
96. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
97. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it. *occasionally
98. I have to fart.
99. I want this thing to be over!
100. I'm happy. Most of the time

For here you are, and what was just a world is a star. (tonight)

I think I slept for the most consecutive hours ever on saturday. After arriving home at 7:45 am, I woke once at 12:30 for less than a minute, and then at 6:00 pm. And even that night, I slept soundly. Relay for Life was friday night at 6 pm to saturday at 6 am, and I believe $45,000 was raised total. So, huzzah for camping out at the football stadium to raise funds for cancer research, NOT for cancer itself.

"Merry Wives..." was amusing and set in the old west, so it had to be good. Although, it seemed that about half of the audience was missing after the intermission. This is probably because the majority of the attendees were slackers who just wanted extra credit in their english classes by flashing the ticket stub they got, (I also happen to be seeking another test grade in o'brien's class.) But everyone did a marvelous job: becca, amanda, zach, bruce, ms. walker etc.

Recently been addicted to the music from "West Side Story." Bernstein and Sondheim are amazing. They make me smile downstairs.

I must do my scrapbook now, or millions of donkeys will jump off cliffs to take a dump on my face I will fail miserably in english and end the school year with a whimper.

hahah

notice that my shirt has garfield on it saying "everything tastes good on a diet."

Eesh, school is drawing to a close. I heard we have about 19 days left, which leaves less for those of us that are graduating/not taking exams. And "Prisoner of Azkaban" opens on June 4th, which will be wonderfully blissful.

Van Helsing was absolutely terrible. I guess I was holding out for something halfway decent, but when you pay $6.50 of your own money, you expect a halfway enjoyable plot/feasible acting/entertaining dialogue.

Need to muster the willpower to study for government.

The advent of ap week arrived with a whimper and caused much pain among the masses. Tomorrow morning marks the administration of the ap english iv exam. There will be no preparation on my part, due to a severe lack of caring. Euro exam on friday afternoon will be irksome and cloying->("ode on a grecian urn?).

Band trip was amusing and laidback. The absence of many good souls who quit or graduated greatly affected my time in corpus. However, all was not lost; I enjoyed my room and the occupants as well, though much time was spent in other rooms after evading the chaperones that encompassed the condo. The beach was nice, but not florida caliber and the ocean was somewhat warm, despite the gusty winds. My minimal effort at lathering on the sunscreen resulted in an unpleasant burn enveloping my back, shoulders and upper arms. I bought a shirt at joe's crab shack that was utterly devoid of references to std's. (it alludes to "scarface," which many people didn't get). Many peculiar and intriguing pictures were taken, and will be available at a later date. The first leads me to believe that our transportation entity was opposed to homosexuals, those who attend the bathroom in groups, and fedoras.

Yes, my brother was big pimpin' at joe willy's tonight. Though, he wasn't really fazed by the comments that he was "really hot."

I am amused.

Has been a long week, full of dumpy love and weariness left over from prom.

Finally finished with nhs hours/bs/life after tutoring this afternoon with rach. which consisted of euro reviews and reading record card summaries i.e. "the iliad": nobody cares.

No more european history project business. It took copious amounts of time and energy to complete the cumulative product, and none of my reviews were even good (noted by doc pimpson in my less than perfect grades).

Band trip in about 8 hours. I'm anticipating much sleep and great cinematic wonders such as "bring it on" or "the haunting" where catherine zeta jones is bisexual. move over lotr, we have oscar winners on board.

I want orange rolls.

kathryn is lonely
kathryn is walking from john o'groates to lands end
kathryn is a silly moose
kathryn is a crazy person
kathryn is on vacation just now
kathryn is a licensed cosmetologist and massage therapist in the state of florida
kathryn is here
kathryn is strong through her gentleness
kathryn is a writer living in melbourne
kathryn is a partner leading the sydney competition and trade practices group
kathryn is a 22 year old from new zealand
kathryn is the killer with the heart of gold
kathryn is a great teacher
kathryn is a daughter born to a hispanic family
kathryn is upset that her boyfriend
kathryn is super popular
kathryn is certified in nursing administration by the american nurses' association and is a nurse fellow of the university of pennsylvania's wharton school of
kathryn is 4 months
kathryn is planning on officially becoming a dual citizen of both the united states of america as well as
kathryn is planning to head to the trl studios hopefully sometime during their fall season
kathryn is collecting a small stash of toys
kathryn is still working on descending stairs
kathryn is taken away
kathryn is the youngest of two daughters in her family
kathryn is connected with her clients
kathryn is that person
kathryn is my grandmother's first name
kathryn is a gifted woman whose motivation is to be of service
kathryn is still eating mostly breast milk and baby foods
kathryn is an experienced teacher/workshop leader working at many major festivals including edinburgh and the canadian festivals
kathryn is also learning spanish to be able to communicate more effectively with sbr's extensive latin american market
kathryn is from west palm
kathryn is also gorgeous
kathryn is the current president of the golden triangle writers guild and has been the editor of the guild newsletter
kathryn is released from jail after a new witness comes forward
kathryn is terrified her uncle will find her and return her to st
kathryn is the only clean elections candidate for senate in ld 15
kathryn is also an editor for echelon press and the webmaster for hermitage press
kathryn is equally comfortable in this forum
kathryn is now in 3rd grade and having much difficulty writing
kathryn is particularly concerned for students who fail to make the transition from
kathryn is charming and provided a fascinating presentation
kathryn is one of the most gifted talents i've had the opportunity to work with
kathryn is leading the brain
kathryn is one of the finest students at greenwich high school
kathryn is currently on the boards of air fiber
kathryn is preparing for a date when chakotay enters her quarters
kathryn is currently serving her second year as president of her tri
kathryn is an active member of the microsoft powerpoint newsgroup
kathryn is married to richard merritt and has one daughter
kathryn is the name the dept
kathryn is the newest addition to the cycle
kathryn is also a black belt in ti chi
kathryn is married to jack
kathryn is having a little trouble sleeping
kathryn is the youngest member of our team
kathryn is project manager and was responsible for putting together the initial proposal
kathryn is the 'real' wife
kathryn is an affiliate of the hypnobirthing® institute
kathryn is the music teacher at our lady of miracles catholic school and is one of the church's organist
kathryn is a list angel for the official filemaker pro listserv at dartmouth university
kathryn is most proud of the fact that the same piece won the jack webster award for best radio feature in 1999
kathryn is an accomplished piper and fiddler
kathryn is a recent graduate of the british american drama academy's summer program
kathryn is canadian and comes from vancouver
kathryn is the city?s representative to the orange county public library advisory board and the vice chair of the library legislative subcommittee
kathryn is stunned by the incessant questions about jack
kathryn is one of the people who form the supporting structure for theater
kathryn is persuaded to take some shore leave
kathryn is a very quiet closed up person
kathryn is approximately 72
kathryn is heading out to ny this morning for a few days
kathryn is a strong proponent of the value of self
kathryn is forced to evaluate her relationship with jack
kathryn is a practicing artist
kathryn is the crosby to watch these days
kathryn is undertaking part
kathryn is not so sure he is ready for that
kathryn is a bad girl
kathryn is out now
kathryn is one of the founders of the congress
kathryn is an actress
kathryn is a lecturer in international strategic management and corporate strategy within the school of management
kathryn is filming
kathryn is doing a challenge on this doll
kathryn is the only child in her family
kathryn is a native texan

ahh, googlism. <3 <3 <3

Attempting to create new layout. War of The Worlds is wearing on my nerves.

Mirari tonight at kyle's house. 7:30 for free love and pancakes. minus the pancakes.

Baby donkeys rule the world!!!!!!!!!1111 LOLWTFOMGLMAOROWLING 2000!!$%$@*&

I will kill the next person that uses the letter "u" or "r" as a word unto itself. with a pillow and pocketknife. like bigger thomas.
eesh, don't be too lazy to type the entire word.

well, I had to start out my post on the right foot.

The weekend was highly relaxing, and I'm NOT referring to the picture above, you sick bastard. props to everyone going to san marcos next year, because the outlet mall owns. and texas state is a good school, too. the guadalupe river is nice, especially when you're at a river house that's about 200 feet away from it.

I've decided that gruene, tx is reserved for gimmick oriented tourists, college students on breaks, drunken cowboy types, motorcycle riding 60 year old men, people who wear spurs, those that enjoy fudge, and country western dance lovers. Which basically encompasses everyone.

I skipped dual credit today, after taking the test from hell on monday. Getting back my grade will not be pleasant. Lunch was interesting, due to our "get together" in the chili's parking lot, gimpy middle aged women, and tables of grossly obese people devouring chick-fil-a like nobody's business. Following the forty minutes of observing our future husbands through the window, Lez, Rach and I went on another excursion, (not the suv tank) where we discovered hydrangeas, catie blaine, beanie babies with names like "colosso" and fashion conscious crosses (now with lumbar support: get crucified in style and comfort!)
Also, there were numerous pictures taken that involved a piece of contruction equipment, the minister's black veil, a 'john tunnell for mayor' sign, a crooked tree, and much love. need I say more? check rach's onion for documentation at a later time/date.

haha. terrible, yes. but great.

This is one hardcore dickens fan. Look closely and you might recognize what the excerpt is from.

And I'm still laughing about this masterpiece.

I hate bcis. But thanks to stine, I can now post while doing worthless piles of busy work. There's not much else to say. Bleh, a days are like hell on wheels.

utter hilarity ensues at 11:45 pm
one of many amazing audio clips that rachel and I made. I can't stop laughing.

Easter weekend was wonderfully four days long. Despite the extra friday and monday off, I still forgot my english homework and put off my euro until the last possible minute, in class.
Good friday service was...good, as expected. Easter egg hunt on saturday was spent with three rabbits and six chickens upstairs at church, safeguarding the animals from sudden death by two year old with icing on fingers.
Online poker has become my new best friend. Although, the chat rooms within each table are quite the prize. It's hard to tell which players are legitimately drunk or just making big claims about having the captain with sprite remix.
Ate wonderful chinese from rice express, where the workers are practically on a first name basis with me and my mom. Went to the choir pre-uil concert tonight, which was amazingly short, in comparison to the lengthy band concerts I am accustomed to.

Government test on monday. Have I read the material/prepared whatsoever? Take a wild guess.

In honor of easter/uil/three day weeks, I felt the necessity to post this. May it serve as a reminder of life and growth in springtime or whatever it symbolizes in your own life.




Actually, I just thought it was funny.

Sorry for the lack of posts lately; things have been good, but busy here.

Took my first actual college day last friday, and made a trip down to austin with pirtle and his parentals. Justin set up his laptop and we watched 'notting hill' for the majority of the drive. A good time was had by all, especially the girl at wendy's who used wonderful grammar such as "that don't count." Once we arrived at ut, we made our way to the texas revue, a once a year, campus wide talent show. Ten acts had been selected out of many auditions, and many were superb. My favorite was a guy who did a beatbox type thing for almost five minutes and sounded amazingly like a group of four people. Other less entertaining acts included skits that were reminiscent of rhs pep rallies, and a female dance group that wore freaky skirts and incorporated chairs (?) into their routine. Another favorite of mine was fsa, filipino students association.
After receiving much joy from the beatboxing king, and filipino love, we journeyed to clark field to play ultimate frisbee for more than two hours. Needless to say, I am still sore, due to my lack of physical fitness. Then, it was off to get what little sleep we could, to rest up for the next day. I stayed with lindsay and stacie in their dorm on both thursday and friday night.
Friday was really eventful and quite a success. Met justin and parents at 8:00, ate at kerbylane, which is delightful at any time, and got started on our "list" of activities. Pirtle auditioned for the band at 9:30 and did good enough to get an unofficial acceptance. Left the music building, and took multiple buses after looking for a suitable parking garage. Rode around campus aimlessly for a while, and accomplished nothing but looking out of place for about an hour. During this time, justin was supposed to be going to class with zach's roommate, but that didn't work out. We met back up with him, went to the liberal arts building after purchasing umbrellas, and I got to talk to an admissions advisor. Very informative, and helpful in regards to majors and classes to take. I am excited about things like "european folklore and you" and "sociology and the brain" which counts as a math credit (?). Left the liberal arts school and justin headed with rents to kinsolving to check out dormitory stuff. I went back to srd, where stac and lindsay live, to "interview" with the director. Got there and met stacie at the front, and immediately got to speak to mary, a very influential lady who is in charge of admissions. After being introduced and having my waiting list situation explained, she asked me what my last name was, and if I was attending ut for sure. I told her yes, and she said she would mail me a contract next week :D Essentially, it was all about who you knew, and I got lucky. So, with my housing status taken care of, I went to alpine bagel co. with the pirtles and ate some pizza that was similar to bella's. walked around to various buildings, and discovered that they wouldn't tell if justin got into the business honors program or not, and that there are no tours of whitis court, the residential fig dorm. Took a tour of san jacinto, which is superb and new looking. Visited the study abroad office, the financial aid office, and headed back to srd. In the common room, I watched bland tv like 'the munsters' with justin while waiting for stacie to go to dinner. Many passersby spoke to us, and some assumed we were sophomores...in college. Met up with zach and diana and ate at shady grove, which sounds like a mental hospital, but is actually a cool restaurant mostly set outside. We ended up catching a ride with marissa, diana's friend, back to srd, because stacie had gone back to work at 8. After a while, many people from the wesley showed up and played 'scene it,' a nifty dvd game. The team I was on won, heh, with crazy questions about taglines and supporting actors. 12 am rolled around and a group of us went to ken's donuts, a 24 hour place with wonderful cake donut holes. After a while, we drove to heb to get mangoes for wilson, a highly intellectual, eccentric senior. He ate them in the parking lot, along with a tomato, some strawberries and grapes, all at 2:00 am. Then it was off to metro, to sit around and act like college people. Discussed life, predestination, war, anger, organized religion, and hell. Very interesting time, especially hearing different individuals' views. So, 3:20 am hit and everyone started going toward their various homes. Instead of doing the sane thing, stacie, wilson and I went to kerbylane and waited ridiculously long just so we could get homefries and chips. It was roundup weekend, aka high school seniors come down and get drunk at greek parties, and then run around in their miniskirts and bandanna shirts and look ignorant and anything but lucid. We sat and read poetry for about twenty minutes and finally got seated, only to have a tab of $3.73. But our time was well spent, talking about life and societal standards. I thoroughly enjoyed hearing people who have lived a little more than I have talk about their experiences. Got back to the dorm at 4:30 am, and slept for the meager 4 hours I could. Got up to meet the pirtles at 9:00, left to tour dobie center, which is a private dorm that looks like the bank of america building in the middle of campus. huge rooms, a nice mall downstairs (that was showing "the triplets of belleville" in its theater) and 22 stories. A good housing choice for a higher price, but the rooms were definitely worth it. We then drove to denny's and had a nice breakfast despite the large crowds of people there for the track meet that weekend. On the road again, we watched "les miserables" and then listened to the soundtrack to the musical and "the phantom of the opera" music. Quite a weekend, very smashing time had by all. I am eagerly anticipating college life.

sorry for the long entry; I got a bit carried away listening to "sounds of silence."

It has been a lovely weekend/monday and tuesday. Seems a bit odd to classify monday or even tuesday as positive; however, life is good, and I am at the height of relaxation and bliss.

Got a prom dress on saturday, will possibly find a picture online if possible. Little to nothing is due at school, and I am experiencing an extreme lack of motivation to do anything. College is a mere two months away, folks, so stop assigning mindless busy work to students who couldn't care less about high school anymore.

A sign of the lackadaisical attitude with which I am approaching life is found in today's off period activities. I did some of my euro at subway with lez, rach and cullen, then laid around in the school parking lot minus cul-dog. Maybe it's the weather, perhaps it's the time of year, or possibly the guarantee I have for college next year, but recently I just feel nice and complacent. let's all tiptoe through the tulips and have a grand old time enjoying life, or something like it.

Wee, got online today and spoke to the undergraduate admissions people at ut on the phone. the lady said that they actually changed the school I was in today.
Congratulations! You've been admitted to the College of Liberal Arts as an Undeclared major. Find out more and discover what to do next to begin your Longhorn experience. We invite you to join the Longhorn tradition and hope to see you soon.

woot, and it's about time they did it, considering that I faxed them two weeks ago.
going to uil play madness. it aught to live up to the claims they made on the announcements as a "hilarious redneck comedy."

I want a wombat. Honestly and truly.

oh, I almost forgot this piece of dumpy love. what a letdown.

Ich heisse Superfantastisch
Ich trinke Schampus und Lachsfisch
Ich heisse Su-per-fan-tas-tisch

Buh, currently very tired. Spring break was great, but not much of a break from work. Didn't catch up on sleep either, but that figures as much. Built a trail, painted, dug ditches, and no, I was not doing slave labor. North carolina is picturesque and wonderful, scenery wise. The populous isn't as engaging as somewhere such as austin, but you have to compromise, I guess.

skipped for one of the first times ever today. In dc gov't, bethany and andrew had their scrapbooks finished and said that they were due today. I panicked and left to go home and throw something together in the mere two hours I had. Upon returning, I found that both ms. byrd and mr. yates were in error. The scrapbook is due wednesday. The moral of this story: don't trust someone who is obsessed with 34, or her boyfriend.
Attempting to do this scholarship razzmatazz is proving to be more difficult than expected. Though, the music from "Anastasia" playing on my computer might not be helping my concentration. And questions like: "As of today, what is the net worth of the student's parents' current businesses and/or investment farms?" on the FAFSA really seem absurd.

now for tuna sandwich and fudge. separate, mind you.

Today seemed formulaic and random spontaneous at best. The cheerleading tryout/ pep rally thing took place this morning, and I forgot about it. So, instead of gracing them with my presence, I went to chick-fil-a. After returning to campus, I entered the building and was reprimanded by harton and various other faculty members for having food and going up the stairs(?). I smuggled the meager food and drink into the band hall and ate it there safely. Rock collection during second block was...interesting. Some good, some bad, much ugly. But hey, if they had used leslie's emo jean segment, I would be more enthused.
Leaving bcis, I survived the seventh level of hell a.k.a. procuring a prom ticket. Watched kit devour copious amounts of ketchup while rachel looked on in horror. When she ate the uh-oh-oreo that was smothered in tomato paste, everyone else was horrified too.
Speech was a continuation of the absurdity that is my a day schedule. I found a link to the rejected cartoons and will post it at a later date.
After escaping from the detention center, I came home and opened the mailbox and found my letter of acceptance to ut austin inside. Much rejoicing ensued. I am now at ease and can fully allow senioritis to set in. ::sigh of contentment::



Except for the fact that scholarships are due when we get back. eep.

I think that you of the mountain we would like to stand. I think that you we would like to soak at the sea. I until the sky falls with me, this way think that we would like to put permanently.

Haha, the text above in an "engrish" version of 'truly, madly, deeply' by savage garden. I love the japanese.

I intended to do work on the english poster today, however, plans were soon altered. My co-group members are unavailable due to work schedules, so procrastination will ensue. And "Native Son" is still a good book.

Saw "passion" again last night. I think it was harder to sit through the second time, despite the woman in front of me ranting in spanish on her phone, or the 4352905 children/infants making inappropriate noise. I don't plan on attending again soon, if ever again in the theater.

But I would like to see: "Mystic River", "Monster", "Lost in Translation", "Thirteen", "21 Grams", "Big Fish", "Cold Mountain", "Les Triplettes de Belleville", "Love Actually" and various others.
I will absolutely not be caught dead viewing "Eurotrip", which according to the rhs stinger was "informative and educational." Yeah, about as educational as a rotten donkey corpse.

And now, off to frolic in the joys of being home alone.

Ok, so this is a bit odd to feature on the msn home page. But hey, it's all relative now, right?
Not happy with the life you were born with? Try a sex change!





right.

Haha, I just had to post this. From the kerry rally last thursday, who swept the majority of the states today (super tuesday):

Sorry for the lack of posting lately, things have been rather hectic.

Much stress was relieved after finishing my euro project and government test. Whether or not I did well is another issue.

Relationships are valuable things; don't neglect the ones you love, assuming that everyting will be dandy regardless of time not spent together. Dedication to work is one thing, but putting it as the first priority of your being causes a dissolution of the other facets of your life. Just because you are employed in a certain area of the business world does not exempt you from taking time to be with family.

I wish something could have been done sooner.

As we draw near the conclusion of an eventful week, I'd like to reflect on the major, earth-shattering events that took place:

-wrote a haiku in speech
-went to school for half an hour and then departed for smu.
-^tate lecture is enjoyable
-got counted absent for no apparent reason in bcis
-played the game of life...and lost
-attended ash wednesday service and then went to "passion"
-slept for 4 hours and made it to school in a timely fashion
-will most likely go to john kerry rally tonight

THE END.

(oh, and we love the moon, and marmots)

After long toil with free hosting and stupid pay sites, I finally beat my new layout into submission.


I realized that all I needed to do was use this page as a hotlink for the background pictures. Wow. Difficult, I'm sure. ::smacks self with literature book::

I only have to be at school tomorrow for about twenty five minutes or so. taks testing really can be a good thing.

I am 40% Geek

You probably work in computers, or a history department at a college. You never really fit in with the "normal" crowd. But you have friends, and this is a good thing.

Take the Geek Test at fuali.com


Yet another wasted day in pointless, tedious classes. bcis was filled with excel powered goodness, and speech consisted of honey bunches of oats, with communication on the side. I really am fed up with the constant ennui I experience in these increments of pain.
But obla di, obla da, life goes on, despite my classmates failure at perceiving sarcasm and taking it at face value. sigh.

My mom is emailing dr. simpson to make sure I do my daily assignments thoroughly. It kind of ticks me off that she was trying to keep it a secret yet again. I mean, I didn't finish one outline and she gave me a less than acceptable grade. So naturally, my mom does a huge investigation into why I have an 80 in there. Now, I am required to finish my homework promptly in order to do anything else.
On that note, I have to do english work on that "black person book." and some stupid questions for euro that I could put off until off period tomorrow, but, that would be irresponsible, of course.

It really is a mad world. I was watching the primetime special with mel gibson, and was pleased at his response to the criticism and misinterpretation of the upcoming film. Very candid, yet tactful and honest. Which leads me to my next point:

Recent events transpired at church that were not conducive to maintaining a healthy religious community. Our new building is nice and allows for more opportunities, yet creates turmoil and much dissent within the laity. As nice as it is to be in a worship center that is a little bigger, we have to remember that no church is a building. It is the PEOPLE. And if the things going on within the leadership of the church contradict what is right for the people, are we following God's will? By expanding our material possessions and plowing on to another phase, we are not necessarily going to gain members, or be better servants of Christ. The money issue is always in the way of total commitment to the greater cause, but it is vital to keep the church working. We can put on a happy song and dance and claim "well, you just gotta have faith," but if underhanded dealings are going on, we need to address them. However, as usual, we take the middle road, the one most traveled, where lukewarm, blase living is a norm, and conflicts are glossed over. No, we couldn't take a stand on that; just form a committee, and they'll let us know when they've formulated an acceptable lie to feed the congregation. Nevermind following God's will; we want to do something that will direct all attention and glory to ourselves. If He doesn't like it, too bad! Nobody else has to know that wasn't really what He had in mind. And if they question the decisions made, just use avoidance techniques and you'll lose their attention in all the verbose, hollow "answers." Even when solid evidence is handed out, responses to inquiries are at odds with the previously stated facts. There are so many versions of the truth now, we can't keep track of what cop out we said last time.

Unfortunately, many moral, kind and giving members of the church are taken in and deceived by the sugar coated crap they dish out, and are upset with those who take the time and effort to question what in God's name is going on. "It's just the old people who get a little upset sometimes." or "The vocal minority has to have their complaints heard, I guess." Well folks, even if it was just the "older people," which it isn't, they are the ones who have seen administrations come and go. They are the ones funding the campaigns and being faithful in their giving. So, we may wish the financial aspects would just go away, and hope for a sweet little idealistic world and church, but even religion depends on the buck. I'd love for it to be a time of fellowship and openness, without the need to take an offering. Newsflash: That is not reality. People who pay taxes and are fiscally responsible appreciate fully that it takes money to run the wonderful ministries that we all enjoy. When numbers stop adding up and debt is a real, literal issue, maybe we should slow down on the expansion. When parishioners leave the church and attend somewhere else (at least they are going somewhere, I know), we need to know the reason they left. Claims that we are growing may not be outlandish, nevertheless, we are losing people hand over fist. They are the ones who bring in the majority of the income. About 20 to 30% of the church's families give about 80% of the money each year. When some of these stop attending, you are left with a whole range of families who give between $1 and $1000 a YEAR. Everyone knows that rockwall is not a poverty stricken town. It would lead you to believe that the 10% tithe traditionally asked for, even since the Bible, is not being fulfilled. But, they still insist that we're growing exponentially. If we are, why didn't attendance skyrocket more than 30% in the past year? Why does it say that 1, 900 people (approx.) were in attendance on Christmas eve of 2003, when we have room for 450 per service, when packed, and no services were totally full? Candid, tactful and honest were ways to describe mel gibson's interview with diane sawyer. I wouldn't exactly tack those terms onto this area of the church.


There are things about organized religion that make me sick.

Mmm, I just adore poetry terms and reading 328457 chapters in euro. School drags on monotonously as usual. Made high pitched noises and yelled stupid retorts at mcgill today. It is fun to see how far you can go without the directors strangling you.
Having bcis and speech all at once gets rather bland. Although, I did just do computer work for three hours.


And once more, I am entertained by the sheer ignorance/visual impairment of my dual credit class. A handful of girls stated the opinion that "bush is so cute!"
I concur with Rachel: he looks like a goat.

I did it in 10 seconds.
I deserved an A+!!
Take the How Dexterous Are You? Quiz!!


weeee. arrow keys to my heart.

Got a one on our ensemble. Hoorah for short asian judges who make vague comments. I finished my novel for english, when in reality I should've stopped 300 pages ago. Well, forget scheduled out reading plans. Very intriguing book, an interesting perspective on race relations in the early twentieth century.

Cashew, pecan, almond, pistachio Mixed nuts was good. Comedic feats of daring once again achieved by all.
I want a popsicle.

Solo and ensemble will be temporarily over in a few days. It will most certainly be a relief for me, as well as my associate employee contemporaries. Getting together and actually applying ourselves has proved rather difficult.

Anyone in ap english iv preparing to read "native son" be warned: it is not for the faint of heart. I was reading today when we went to hell class with the substitute, and it is extremely graphic/violent. Don't worry about reading into this one, because wright just lays it on the line, the unpleasant nature of violence.

"He stared at the furnace. He trembled with another idea. He-he could, he-he could put her, he could put her in the furnace. He would burn her! That was the safest thing of all to do."

And that is only his forethought. ack.

ok, last post. It's the floridian, meteorologist, ffa president version of me. This is actually my day job.

Don't ask me why I'm posting this. Perhaps I need to lighten the mood after that tirade against professional sports. But, in any case, here is my delightfully stupid sonnet, which surprisingly earned a good word from o 'brien. (where in God's name do you put the apostrophe in her name?):

The field dons trappings of white, a chaste hue;
Draped in frost blankets, a world earns its sleep.
Memory now faded of fresh growth in view;
Cold rages for power it attempts to keep.
When, out of the ashen ground, abundance
should flourish. Bright with pure life, the earth wakes.
Sparrow and robin felt morning’s breath once:
Tranquil yet rosy, with each stir they make.
Promising blossoms mature into flowers,
That wane in their beauteous pinnacle.
Sky candle kindles earth’s essential powers;
Covering flora and enabling each miracle.
Yet, fall’s blissful return comes every year,
And flowers lose glory like shedding of tears.

kathryn d. 2004

Sky ranch was exceptionally brilliant. With optimal weather conditions, splendid recreation etc. and better than average food, a good time was had by all. And by all, I mean that I can only speak for myself.

Despite the little sleep received this weekend, I managed to view the super bowl in its entirety. Once again, I am faced with the sheer waste of time, energy and resources on a SPORTING EVENT. You might think a civilization as advanced as our own would have determined a more engaging way to spend their money. Not only are 30 second commercial spots $2.5 million each during the big game, but spectators pour their essence into being loyal fans. People get violent because of the ecstasy of wins and losses. Lives are thrown away on little more than three hours of a sweaty, primal game, made up by someone as entertainment. Once the last quarter ends, what do you have? An empty wallet and sore throat from cheering and jeering. If we as an "intelligent" society chose to direct our attention to more important things like world poverty and preserving the environment that allows sporting events, think how much better our lives would be. From little league parents brawling over their children's games, to nfl fans with tears in their beer, sports have taken over too much of our society.

This is merely my opinion, and I know not everyone agrees with me. Obviously there are benefits to the sporting industry, and by terminating the entire thing, it would put many people out of work. However, I do believe if we gradually put less emphasis on the whole entertainment industry, we would be doing ourselves a big favor. You are at liberty to agree or disagree.

Irony of all ironies: our government teacher is a democrat (this is an inference, based on his negative stance on the bush administration and "rebuilding Iraq"). The class is made up mostly of lemmings, who believe exactly what their parents/peers told them was right about the u.s. government. "who was that annoying democratic candidate not wearing a suit? he was yelling alot. i'm not voting for him!!11LOLOL." Ignoramus. Not that I'm an exceptional howard dean supporter, but get serious.

48,207 texans like bush because he has cowboy boots.




note: all statistics and tidbits of governmental knowledge were gleaned from non-reliable sources a.k.a. "the top of my head" and therefore, should not be taken as factual information





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Ok, I have to post this. The Japanese never cease to bring me joy.

Alas, the advent of a new dual credit class. My heart will commence its leaping for joy after I wake up. But for now, it is back to the grind and toil of public school. After all, I owe my soul to the company store.


And now for something completely different:

I know they buried her body with others,
Her sister and mother and five hundred families
And will she remember me fifty years later
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine
Know all your enemies.
We know who our enemies are...

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I'm taking advantage of my new superpowers.

I am officially in the esteemed ranks of oniondom. A hearty thank you to Rach for setting me up, in a good way.


And now off to submit the word "oniondom" to webster.

The things that entertain people never cease to amaze me. Went to taco bueno for the 4328679th time in a week tonight, and on the access road an eighteen wheeler was tilted over in the ditch. Cars were swarming around a 300 foot radius of the cataclysmic event, trying to witness the scene, and hoping to see some injuries. Police began to show up and a tow truck arrived soon after that. The few people in the restaurant were watching these events intently, and were sitting as close to the window as possible. This went on for a good forty minutes, and drivers continued to circle the parking lots to see what was happening. I am perplexed by the huge delight and joy texans take in this type of event. I mean, the driver couldn't compensate enough to make the turn. HOLY GOD. "It must be the end of the world because I've never seen a slight mishap with a semi; let's go campout at the Racetrac and sell snowcones. We could even charge admission!"
I want to move to Kathmandu.

Exam week: The Reader's Digest Version
or "Discourse on Seniority"

(In accordance with the AP English exam, I'll be incorporating literary techniques in this post)

-Monday was mediocre, maddeningly meticulous and monotonous. We had to retry out for honors band, which was about as constructive as nailing jello to a tree. I did a decent job, although mr. jones gives no feedback whatsoever. Due to my exemption in bcis and health, I proceeded to escape the bondage of slavery, I mean high school. Let me assure the reader, you are not missing any high quality television programming during the educational work day. The single positive aspect was the quote I heard on one show: "We was like two peas in a bucket!" Simply...brilliant. Following my escapades in the land of duplicitous talk show hosts, I practiced my ensemble with other members after school.
-Tuesday was tantalizing, tubular and filled with tremulous terror. I skipped band, and dragged myself out of bed to attend english, which I found I was not exempt in. Having an 84 average for the semester and being one point away from freedom is probably the worst thing to happen ever. In the history of the world. It was worse than being eaten alive by an infectious skin disease, or throwing up a lung. After my period of mourning the unsatisfactory grade, I ate with my comrades Rachel and Leslie at subway, then ambled back to the alma mater to euro. Corrected tests are a good thing, especially when I get eight points back. woot.
-Wednesday was wonderfully weird, and wickedly whimsical. I didn't place one foot in the rhs building today. Twas quite enchanting, like a can of turpentine is not. Studied for english test, and generally busied myself around the house. At taco bueno, a fellow patron had a shirt on with "all your base..." on it. I was highly amused. Got together with people at the church to assemble agape for the flight this weekend. A good time was had by all.
-Thursday (today) was terrific, tempestuous and titillating. Arrived at correctional facility, I mean rhs (freudian slip), and was administered the ap english IV midterm. Not as fork-in-your-eye difficult as I had presumed it would be. Luckily, I encountered Leslie in the hall, and we went forth into the world along with the entire school. Obviously, the grandeur of having on off campus lunch shocked the campus and they were demons fleeing from the fiery gate of hell. Chili's was superb as usual, though the other clientel were not as satisfactory. I got home and began dutifully cleaning, and by cleaning I mean checking my email.
And here I am, preparing to finish my posters for the flight. If anyone reading this has letters for Kimi, please get them to me in the next 24 hours or so. Or you can wrap yourself in tinfoil and do a jig for all I care. It is advised to do this in the privacy of your home, because some of the neighbors are weird and might call the authorities.

I still despise Dhandi.

why some people need to learn to live their own lives and not other's


I'm off to pine away for an unattainable local band singer, and by that I mean study for ap english IV.

::nudges blogger vigorously::

Hello out there! Yes, I finally resolved to stop being slothful and revamp my blog. As you can tell, it is still a work in progress, but better late than never, eh? I would consider not posting in 3 months late, but how about we let bygones be bygones.

I heart Neutral Milk Hotel. Props to Leslie for always playing them and limewire for allowing me to download their music easily.
And now, off to bed and no school or exams tomorrow. This calls for IHOP and cleaning of the house. splendid.