Recovering from a sugar-induced coma.

Seriously. We had cookies and brownies and ice cream ... and more cookies ... Monday? I believe so... Then I came home and passed out, instantly screwing up my routine for the rest of the week.
Besides that, I've been reading and taking notes on attitudes about the role of women in Elizabethan England and a selection of Shakespeare's comedies. Yeah, still have to read As You Like It and the Cliff's Notes tonight. Blah. Thus the lack of updates. I go. I study. Eww...

The trouble with senior research papers

Running about in tiny circles trying to figure out exactly what my paper will be about - I know it WILL use As You Like It as the main source, and that the women in the play will be an integral part of the theme, but what, exactly, will that theme be? Friendship between Rosalynde and Celia? Gender bending in Shakespeare's plays? I don't know, and it's giving me a mild headache.
Arrg.

18 years minus 45 days

Not a lot happened today. Received a lovely card from Miki, turned in my essay, watched part of Lost, and took a nap that I'd been needing since this morning. THE CAFFEINE ISN'T WORKING!!
Calculus test and economics quiz in the morning. Whee.
And prewriting junk is going on for the research papers. It's looking like I'll be writing on Shakespeare's female characters in As You Like It and perhaps one other play. Or I could do something about the extensive role reversals in As You Like It. Terribly entertaining, of course. Something about cross dressing and lesbians? I'm going to sit by you, but not because I'm a lesbian... 'K, I'll go away now and do...something.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Heh, I was tired at 9. That's really funny. Really.
'K, we met up at the Warehouse, made nice little folders with the music, drove to the fairgrounds, set up and voila! Sing!
I think it went well enough. Not perfect, but not bad.
And then to the rides. With Jenn and Drew. Because they both came. :)
Thank you, Jenn and Drew, for supporting my vocal habit.
But yeah...I am quite tired, and I wish to go to bed now.
Byebye.

Breathe...

'K, so it's a little over two hours before we start loading the drums and keyboard into Zac's truck, and I've just finished retyping seven of our songs. Oy, it's like cramming for a test, I tell ya! We were sitting in the sanctuary after the service trying to take down some last-minute notes on the intros for some of the songs.
I'll bet too much of this could give one of us an ulcer. So...
I'm gonna go change clothes, eat something and then we're off! Update later...maybe...if I finish my economics homework.

Rantingness

"Arrg!" says the pirate.
But why is the pirate so angry?
Well, for one thing, the pirate is a part of a band that can't get its act together. Namely the guitar player and the "lead" singer. So? The band is supposed to perform tomorrow night, but two practices have been cancelled this week, and when they actually do have practice, the guitar and lead spend a lot of time mucking around. Arrg.
The other thing is that the pirate's freshman sister is dating a sophomore womanizer, and said womanizer showed up at the pirate's house while everyone but the sister was gone. Arrg.
So this pirate is going to go do homework. Hopefully all feelings of displeasure will be transferred to calculus or English or economics. And then the pirate can go eat dinner at a friend's house (no, not yours, another friend's).
Ta ta.

No one, I think, is in my tree.

I can't figure Mrs. Hardin out. Yesterday she was on a lecture rampage about how an honors class should know how to behave, and first block indicated that she would continue the rant today, but no! It was as close to "happy fun time" as working on a study guide can be. There was laughter during the last ten minutes or so. I was confused.
Aaaaaaaaand...Calculus. I did better than I thought on the test. 91. Whee. But I seem to have worked myself into a mathematical stalemate on a couple of problems on the corrections sheet. It makes my brain hurt. Ow.
So I'm gonna go to sleep.

...You taste like popcorn!

We have pancakes on Tuesdays.
Not really, I actually had waffles, but they're like deformed pancakes, right?
Aaaaaaanyways, I got ALL of the pictures I needed for my English project and spent Sunday night in an epic battle with a printer and a bottle of Elmer's glue (only to get a B *sniff*). And Drew did not fall off the face of the earth. I know because I hung out at his house for a while that evening. There was cake. Mmmmmmm...
Had band practice almost immediately after school Monday, then home to eat supper, then to the school for a senior meeting regarding GPA, rank and whatnot, and during which Katie, Becca Poe and myself wrote a story about a crock-pot, a ferret, and a blind cat. It was interesting. And I got yelled at for not turning in an essay and some scholarship-y stuff on time. But Mrs. Hicks didn't realize the date was past either, so it was no big deal. Besides, it was a guideline, not the absolute "turn-this-in-by-this-date-or-DIE!" deadline.
So I turned it in today and everyone is cool.
And I have no written homework, which is good, although my brain hurt a little after Mr. Scott's test. Ouch.
And the dogs don't look like dirty old Jamaicans anymore. I finally got to brush the little devils and get rid of those nappy patches of hair around their shoulders. And they almost killed each other, not like they usually almost kill each other, there was a little blood involved. Not much, but some. Ummmm. I'm done.

We love tha MOOOOOOOON!

Ahh, remember when you were a little kid and someone would bring animal crackers for snacktime and everyone would sit around trying to figure out what animal each shape was and then proceed to bite off parts of said cookie's anatomy and laugh?
I remember it like it was yesterday...
Oh, wait, that was yesterday! Silly me!
Except we also threw our animal crackers at the boys. Hehehe.
'K, you're getting freaked out now, right?
Dunnae be feart. There is an explanation.
We had cookies in Calculus and Sarah Newman didn't have time to actually make cookies, so she picked up a huge bag of animal crackers on her way to school. We saved them for lunch. So I was busy picking animal cracker out of my teeth for the first half of English. Very attractive.
And yes, Carmen sang the song accompanying the snack.
I go now. I must de-gross myself before my day of photograpy. Of other people, not myself.

Never turn down free caffeine.

We interrupt my homework with an important message.
Ok, so it's not really important, but that doesn't really matter, now does it?
Interesting things happen when high school students get together. This we all know. For example, one of the stories Scott has a few of us working on for CyHigh is about our relationships with our lockers. Yep. We also "met the press" yesterday at the staff meeting. I dazzled them with my plans for studying architecture.
William and Jeremy have migrated to our end of the courtyard for lunch. If you were a guy, wouldn't you hang out at the table with all the girls? Yeah, that's what I thought.
My deplorable sleeping habits are creeping up on me again. Poo. This is especially bad when I have homework to finish. Eep.
I need pictures of people for an English project. Will try to get some this weekend. Remind me.
Well, one of my fingers is beginning to hurt, and I've still got plenty of typing to do on that project, so this is all for now.

I'm going to look at all your spoons.

I will never have kids. Never. You can't make me.
Why the unwillingness to procreate, you ask? Because I hate driving kids around, that's why. Friends are different. I like them. But siblings...no...and my parents are having me do parent-esque driving. Kinda like a soccer mom. Eww.
I spend no less than 45 minutes in my car per day driving someone somewhere. Which really puts a cramp in my style, if you know what I mean.
Right. Before having to put on my chauffer outfit, all was happy-go-jolly. Laughs in the courtyard during lunch, mostly due to the wind and its effect on...lunch, partial sabotage during economics, just an all-around okay day.
And I got to show Whit a nifty kitchen trick. It involved cake decorating. Also I saw some very unusual spoons that I must show Heather the next time we're both there. So yay. That was my day.

Today we wear...blue.

Hey, I did something yesterday! Called Drew after my afternoon nap and since we were both bored, crashing at Heather's house seemed like a good idea. So we did. For the most part we sat around and did nothing, interrupted by eating, watching Salad Fingers 2-4, and petting the cat/dogs. Eventually we got tired of doing that, so we went to the late viewing of Without a Paddle. Despite the fact that it looks stupid in the previews, it is actually a good movie with a few hilarious moments that could potentially cause ruptures in your abdominal muscles. It made us happy.
So yeah...
Finished my Beowulf assignment this morning. See? I didn't wait until tonight to finish it! Cookie for me! But now I must go finish my economics work. Which kinda sucks, but oh well. I'll have that out of the way should anyone want to hang out later.
Byebye.

Umm, why did I come here?

Right. Post.
Practiced last night. For a group that's only re-formed about a week ago, we're shaping up, although our new pianist is having headaches over the way the music is written. This could be crippling.
The new associate music minister was moving stuff into the back rooms and wandered through a couple of times during rehearsal. At one point he asked why we weren't doing Sunday night services, but when we asked for a critique, he said we sounded "rough." Ok, which aspect was rough? We need to know what to work on, darn it! I mean, we've got until the 19th to get this up to speed!
After that I came home and tried to resume the nap that was interrupted when I had to leave for the Warehouse.
It was nice being able to crash in the clothes I'd been wearing all day.
Rolled out of bed sometime around 10 this morning. Painted a little, cleaned up my room a (very) little, unpacked groceries, nothing particularly exciting. Oh, and I picked up the books we'll be reading in English.
Why am I hanging around the house on the first day of a three-day weekend? I have no idea. I have no life, apparently.
On a happier note, I tried making toffee bars using Miki's mom's recipe, and they turned out quite well. *Mmmmmmm...*
I'll share some with a few people, but most of them are staying here for my personal consumption.
Hopefully I'll get out some while there is freedom to be had. But for now I'll be happy munching on sweets and listening to "Clocks."

Stop before your brain explodes

And oozes out your ears.
It is very dangerous to explore abstract concepts for too long. Really. One guy spent the last years of his life in an insane asylum after analyzing aspects of infinity.
So naturally, we talked about infinity in calculus. And had all our notions on the topic smashed into tiny little pieces and scattered all over the universe (which is infinite, or so we think).
But that's not a problem. We'll just pretend it never happened. After all, this is brainwashing day.
Miki is gone. *sigh*
A rare occurrence in chorus today. Free day. Woo!
It's weird, we haven't been yelled at, we've been complimented...who is this woman??
We've finally gotten (and gone through) all of the All West music. Interesting selection. Very interesting indeed.
As it is Friday, everyone was having a dreadful time staying awake during first and fourth block. The overcast weather didn't help either, I'll wager.
Oh yeah, senior class meeting! We filled out a survey for project graduation. Seems they've already earned over $2,000 toward it. Impressive.
I think I'll go take a nap or something. Bye bye.

He's flossing your keys

I'm starting an ant farm in my backpack...
Right. Had an arseload of homework last night, so that's what I did after practicing with some of the old band at Mark's house. We sound pretty good, to tell the truth. Less homework tonight. Whee! And the new format at the Warehouse starts tonight. Whee! So yeah...
I'll probably add some junk to the end of this when I come back home.
Later The USJ uniform story is finally up at CyHigh, along with the mugs and quotes I took for the RANT last week. The money flow that I believed had dried up at the beginning of the summer is starting back up again. I think it's a clever trick to keep me from getting a "real" job. But hey, when you're getting paid, you don't mind so much.
Drew's story is still floating around somewhere in the "post as needed" area of journalism world. I haven't a clue when that will make its way to the site. Doing two stories, a review, a rant, and tossing around ideas for the poll in the space of about a month has almost completely drained my writing creativity, at least for now. Hopefully it will find its way back before we begin our research papers in English. Oy.
Later, later Oh the adventures we have! Jessica locked Becca T.'s keys in her car, so I was like, Hey, my uncle's a locksmith, so we called him. Funny thing was that another one of her friends was about to call my other uncle, also a locksmith. Yeah, it's a small world. So he comes out to the Warehouse, does his locksmith-y magic, and voila! No more locked car. And also around this time Hunter and Danny were chasing Sam around with a metal bat. No, they didn't hurt him, just piled a few sandbags on him in the parking lot.
Yes, I have strange friends.
But I'm gonna go proofread and work on some non-school-related stuff before I go to bed.
Night night!