Basically, Unit 7 is a big adventure. We might get wet.

Geeks, Hipsters
Circle I Limbo

Telemarketers
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

Rednecks
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

The New York Yankees
Circle IV Rolling Weights

Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

Saxophone players
Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

Ugly nudists
Circle VII Burning Sands

DMV Employees
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

Jesse Jackson
Circle IX Frozen in Ice

Design your own hell

Hehe...

The banana cult?

I'm off to Martin for a couple of days.
So don't call me until Saturday.
Judson has abandoned me - I'm all alone with the sophomores and a junior in European history. *sigh*
I find interesting ways to amuse myself. I gave Secret Squirrel some muffins, then stood by the window in the sunroom and laughed my butt off when he tried to haul one up the tree. It was funny.
Secret Squirrel has it in for my sister, so we're tight.
I want to go see Phantom again. Maybe Sunday. I go.
Also, during the discussion of England, France, America, and Americans traveling anywhere in Europe, I realized that my lineage is rather improbable, but nonetheless a reality.
Get this: French and English, Native American and European. Would explain any inner turmoil, I guess.
Does Sweden have any longstanding rivalries? I don't think so, but if they do, I've probably got an ancestor from that country, too.

It looks a little like a sideways volcano.

*bounce*
*bounce...again*
*deep breath*
HEYGUYSGUESSWHAT!!!
*big grin*
IGOTINTOCLEMSONANDTHEY'REGIVINGME$8500AYEAR!!!
Yay me :)
...and it's really funny because I wore my Clemson hoodie today.

Pookie, don't eat the office supplies.

I'm in! Yay and rah and I'll be going to Nashville in April.
And so will Adri!
And Libba and Jayme and Carmen and Sarah and Lauren and Tiffany and Kevin and Judson and Will and Grant and Brandon...
Oy, Jackson's gonna be well represented!
Well...good night, all. And stay warm. Possibility of more snow moving in.

Untitled: Volume 1

Amazing how fast one can learn to sing in French. I feel a little like a parrot.
Wish me luck during octet testing tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully someone will completely blow it and I'll get to take their place.
I noticed Thursday how similar seniors on exam days are like POWs. I'd be walking down the hall, run into someone and they'd have this look of exhaustion and sheer joy, and the first words out of their mouth: I'm going home.
And thanks to a wonderful change of schedule I got to say that, too. Yay, exemption!
Today...I did almost nothing. Went to Phantom of the Opera this afternoon, came home, worked on a painting, and then got on the computer to review the movie and update the blog.
Well, I'm thoroughly bored now, how 'bout you?
Byebye.

Everything a good secret agent could want, and possibly a little more.

I hope everyone did something today to comemorate (spelling?) the leaps in civil rights that the late great Martin Luther King Jr. helped society in general achieve. I went to the Dairy Queen and Kinkos and was served/assisted by two African Americans. Otherwise I stayed home and basked in the glory of no school. Another important contribution to everyone's life, courtesy of MLK, albeit unintentional.
Ooh, I'm gonna be flamed for that someday...
Well, my constructive activity for the day was printing an Olive Garden application and taking the unusually strenuous online application for Davis Kidd booksellers. Who would've thought my knowledge of who Michael Jordan and Saddam Hussein are would be part of my evaluation as a potential bookseller? Not me, I tell ya that...
Also I had a dream last night about the Hudson River and its tributaries flooding massively. Beware, New York!! And there was a dog. Wasn't one of my dogs, just a random bird dog. Weird.
Well, exams are this week. I'm hoping this will mean nothing for me to do so I might catch up with my reading or compose my choral masterpiece, or maybe film the puppet show of A Farewell to Arms (which was on the book test section of the DK application).
No matter, this time next week I'll be beginning a new round of academia, including a Luna class and the pinnacle of bilingual-ism in the public school system. Spanish IV with Robbie, Francis, and Quincy.
Toodles, and do try to cheer up.

Save a tree, eat a beaver.

I have found my prom dress!
It's very classic - black, halter-neck, clear, silver, and pearly white beads.
Nicey nice.
And easier to dance in than the copper one I was also looking at. No train.
Plus I already have shoes and a purse. Don't need any jewelry. Plenty of sparkle already.
*squee*
Basically it looks like a silver firecracker went off on a black dress.
Yay.
I think that's all...

I would not buy a kidney on Ebay.

Ahh, the last week before exams...
I can smell the panic in the air.
But I've already got my exemption for government. Next: calculus and English!!
...Except we'll be working on All State and UTM Honor Choir music. *shrug*
And I'm also glad to say my applications were FedEx-ed today. Cost $45, but they're gonna be there tomorrow morning, and compared to the amount of money the contents of those packages could bring in, $45 isn't all that bad...
So yeah, calculus and English tests tomorrow. *bleh* And Mrs. Hardin wants to cram the 20th century introduction in before exams start. Ha. HA!!
I'm thinking I'm one of the four people in there who'll be laughing our arses off whilst the other 75 percent struggle in the mire that is the Hardin exam.
But there is only so much time for laughter, so I'll spend some saying WOO AND YAY!! MIKI'S AN ADULT NOW!!!
So yeah...
Umm...oh, I've also found out that Keane will be playing in St. Louis during winter break. *commences begging of parental units to grant permission to attend*
And that's about it. Off to read!

Basically, owl boy, we don't want your type 'round here!

Waiting, waiting, waiting...
Slides and photos need to come back so they can be sent off with the appropriate applications asap.
When one is at a friend's house at four in the morning, and four girls are sitting around talking, much is revealed. I'm serious! Like, one of these days, someone'll blurt out the cure for the common cold or the end to world hunger!
But we were satisfied with girlie subjects. Like how we'd like to be proposed to, etc. Also watched RotK. Whee, Billy and Dom! And anyone else that might be physically gorgeous.
One regular week of school, then MLK Day, then exam week, then inservice Friday...
I won't be doing jack all week! Not that that's a bad thing, but for two of those days my sole purpose is to take up space and oxygen while a few poor saps in all of my classes take exams.
How long does it take four girls to find a shirt that they all like? According to my sister, four hours. But she came home bearing tidings of prom dresses. So I threw my hair into a ponytail, grabbed my keys, and headed toward the mall. Found a lovely emerald green dress a la Marilyn Monroe, but it was $130, not on sale, and frankly, I don't have that much money for a dress at this time.
And it turned 6 right as we were leaving the last store for the night heading to the car and because I was dragging my sister around, mall security started harrassing us about the youth escort policy. Naturally, we were at the opposite end of the mall than the car, so we had to walk around the building, in the cold to the Belk parking lot. Grr.

It's like a polyester petting zoo exploded!

Hello, all.
My sleep talking seems to be getting progressively worse. Over the break I apparently rolled over and said "Of course!" one night. And I woke my sister up this morning asking "What?!" repeatedly and in a loud voice for a sleeping person. Also she says I twitch violently.
Can't be a good sign.
But yeah, I had three dreams last night and can remember most of them vividly.
Especially the last one that dealt with a guy who was really a hawk or something, and he'd managed to lose one of his toes and bang up his hand really bad on my back porch so we had to take him to get medical attention...
It was a strange dream. Like, really weird...

You're not an ordinary fella!

Happy New Year, everyone.
We have entered 2005, which means nobody will have the correct date on any of their checks for about a month, and also that it is time for New Year's resolutions. Mine? I'm glad you asked.
1. tone the flappy muscles on my upper arm. No need to be able to flap them and take off.
2. get a job. And when summer comes, either extend the hours or get a second job.
3. get accepted to all three colleges where I'm applying, but chose based on who's shovelling more cash in my direction.
Wonder of wonders, I gave DDR a go (after all non-resident male personnel left) and I don't suck! In fact, I'm pretty decent on beginner mode. Adri and I got reeeeeeeally excited about the rainbow-y thing.
But now everything below my knees is sore. Perhaps I need new shocks?
And it's hilarious that it's January, but we're running around in tee shirts and sandals, especially after the ice and snow last week.
Tennessee is weird.

We were gonna do something odd and crazy at midnight, so for the splittest of split seconds I contemplated grabbing the person to my right (pretty sure it was Whit) and pulling a Viggo Mortensen, but I abandoned that idea right away. I hope that person's thankful for my discretion.