Does everyone have their plastic Jesus?

Sorry for the ripping-off-ness, Heather, but since Adri is heading out in the morning, it seemed an appropriate title.
Right, so today was my last Sunday as a full-time resident of J-town. I got to say goodbye to a bunch of the crew from the Warehouse this morning. The Poes got back in town last night, and Becca brought me an Oxford t-shirt. And then she gave me a packet of oatmeal. Supposedly to get me off on the right foot as far as hair-growing is concerned. Straightened (as I discovered this afternoon), it now reaches the bottom of my shouler blades. About the length I'm aiming for when it's curly. So yeah, I'm also well on my way to being able to afford the happy bass pack.

We successfully surprised Adri. There must've been at least a dozen of us piled into her living room when she came home. Lots of reminiscing, including past plays and choral events, all of the science classes with Heather and Whit, and having the "flaming bags of poo" explained in eighth grade. To top it off, the power went out a little before sundown, so those of us remaining sat around in the dark sharing "warm and fuzzies." A very fitting adieu, I think. And then Grant and I were blinded by the chandelier when the power came back. Ouch.

So Adri, have fun, and I hope you have most of what you need, because it would suck to get down there and realize you forgot something essential.
*Hugs*

"Bracelet-gasm" doesn't quite roll off the tongue, but that's what I have.

Heather said I needed to update. Okay.
Um, well, Thursday was the Grand Tour of J-town. That took about four hours, if you include snacking at Seasons. Heather and I shouldn't be turned loose near any vending establishments. We buy crap. Muchly. Seriously, I got three bracelets, a bargain 2-CD set (woo $5), and a Beatles decal. But now my right arm is one color short of being completely rastafarian. Someone get me one of the Livestrong ones?
Anyway, that was a trip.
Since I have almost nothing to do with my days (one week left before move-in) I had an opportunity to think up improbable scenarios for when class starts. My first one is English comp, held in the poultry science lab. Huh?
Anyway, what happens if something horribly horribly wrong happens while class is in session? Imagine an angry mob of chickens storming every office and lecture room in the building - angry fowl. And some kid in the back starts freaking out because of a traumatic experience he had as a small child. Blood and feathers everywhere, and for the next three weeks everything in the cafeteria is chicken-based, but you have to chew very carefully because there is shrapnel of various sorts in the chickens. And several desks and filing cabinets need to be replaced.
I seriously need something better to do with my time. :P

Nothing ever happens, but I update anyway.

Eh, some random bits and pieces from the past week or so.

Sitting in the waiting room at the dentist's office. My 13-year old jock brother comes in from getting his teeth cleaned and goes to browse through the magazines, looking for something to kill time while Michael is in the back. The best he could come up with on his own was Cosmo Girl. ... I direct his attention to something somewhat more masculine. Something with an article about survival in the woods.

I'm taking a few plants with me to MSU. Aloysius, the whatever-the-heck plant from calculus. And some lavender sprouts. I'm still starting some of them. Six were ready to pot today, which surprised me since they've only been out six or seven days. Blame Jenn if I go all herb-y.

Drew came up from Memphis and called a movie night Sunday. We had to pick Taylor up (*subliminal message - get your driver's license*) and swing by Blockbuster. Knowing us, we got the most random combination of movies. The Nightmare Before Christmas and Cool Hand Luke. As we were getting out of the car Taylor said something to the effect of "Oh dear, I've pulled a Jenn." *everyone looks at his bare feet*

Had breakfast this morning with the Mad Ac girls. Heather, you're not the only one who loves my happy new MASH shirt.

Done for now. I'm supposedly uploading some sketches tonight.

On the subject of manifestos...

I'm pretty sure my identity crisis is over. Actually, I think the 12 years I spent at USJ were my identity crisis! But to be a good lemming, here goes:
1. Western vs. Eastern. Both have their perks. The West focused on progress, the East reminds us of the benifits of simplicity and balance.
2. I have found no reason NOT to believe there is a God. Everything is too ordered and complex to have just happened, and belief in God provides hope that this isn't the only thing we get.
3. I'm not trying to fit into any type of mold. I like washers. I like numerous types of music. I do some artsy things. The natural world inspires me and makes me curious. I am a math nerd. Basically, I'm like potpourri.
4. Society is defined by the people in it. Some societies are luckier than others.
5. Whether we can see it or not, there is a balance to everything, no matter how badly we have managed to screw up. To rip off an old Greek proverb: Everything in moderation. It's a pretty good guideline for life.
6. Realists get a bad rap, but their views are far more practical than optimists or pessimists. Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.
7. For good mental and physical health, doing productive work is a must. One gains a sense of accomplishment while making provisions for a comfortable life.
8. Ambition is good. Without it, we would all be lying on the ground drooling. Obsession, however, is destructive, whether on a small or large scale.
9. From the time we are born, we are trained to expect instant gratification. HUNGRY! WET! NASTY! COLD! However practical this instinct was in infancy, it began to develop into something unnatural once we began using our "superior" brains and opposable thumbs for things other than pure survival.
10. For a full life, there are only a few necessary components. People - we are pack animals (or herd, depending on one's mental capacity) and do very poorly if we don't have regular contact with other people, preferrably friends and family. Goals - reasons go get off our butts and not be vegetables. These can be occupational, domestic, or physical. Recreation - something good for your blood pressure.
11. All forms of government are flawed. On paper they look good, but people are generally stupid and/or corrupt, so what was a good thing quickly turns to crap.
12. We all have responisibilities that should not be ignored, both to ourselves, people close to ourselves, and society as a whole. When we screw up, it generally causes somebody else to have (at minimum) another headache.
13. I hate politics. I forget which of my friends said it, but we have probably solved all the world's major problems over caffeine and sugar breaks. Elected officials and other dignitaries are paid massive sums of money to run the world, but they inevitably plunge us into economic turmoil and make the rest of the world mad at our policies.
14. If simple pleasures are so satisfying, why do we demand luxury?
15. Know what you believe, but examine other opinions with an objective mind. You could either learn something new and useful or reaffirm your own beliefs.

15...a good number. Heck, if you haven't noticed, I always aim for the middle. (Right between Heather's 10 and Miki's 20)

"I feel very Zen-like right now..."

Tried to keep myself busy today. Yardwork, finishing the dorm shopping, that kind of thing. I hope everyone is less worried now, and that your headaches go away very soon. I am too tired to show any emotion right now. Good night. Get some rest.

Meredith

"Come to the edge..."

I think it is fair to say that we've done some quick growing up over the past 24 hours. This won't be a long post. For the rest of you in J-Town (or Milan), I'm available almost all the time, so give me a call if you want to talk or meet somewhere or whatever. For Jenn, just try to make good decisions. You have places open to you where people care about you.
Best wishes,
Meredith

I'm off to make a chart!

Classic rock! Without you the other genres
wouldn't exist! You are the raw and original
sound of rock! Other genres may try to imitate
your rawness, but they can never be like you!


What genre of rock are you?
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From MyJellybean...
27 - 44 POINTS: BASSIST
You are an ideal bass player! You value your equipment and lend a alternative, serious or even gothic factor to any band you are in. No stranger to darkness, you appreciate intense people and like to read heavy poetry. You might even write it yourself. You hang towards the back of your group, but you still make yourself heard. You are in tune with the details in music, and in other areas of your life. Rock on!

So now you know where my mind will be until classes start.

Real world observations.

People are somewhat masochistic by nature. We endure various tortures, from having needles poked through parts of our bodies very quickly, to sitting for hours having ink driven under our skin, to having all of our front teeth ground down to have fakes glued onto them.
The flavor purple is very good.
Superglue can stick your fingers together, but it won't last long.
A few fireworks and a crash test dummy can make for hours of fun.
It is somehow more polite to say "I have to kick you out in a little while" than it is to say "You have to leave before long."
Apple Jacks are just two-toned Fruit Loops.
A few level-headed people without political loyalties could solve all the world's problems.
Darwin's theory of evolution failed to include stupid people. They're everywhere, and more are being born every day.
Watercolor painting and gardening are possibly the best stress-reducers. Bubble baths are good, too.
The inventor of bread must have been made king (or queen) right then and there ... right after being declared a witch.
Without war, there would be no peace. Without NASA, there would be no powdered drinks.
Four-leaf clovers are good luck. Five-leaf clovers are ... ? I may still have the one I found ... somewhere ...

Children are evil

I laughed muchly. ^^

Try to keep on the same page, okay?

For anyone who cares, I was kinda sick and out of it yesterday due to sinus-y stuff. Not really much fun. But I'm feeling better today!
Anyhoo, thanks to Heather for randomly buying her lovely new guitar, I was prompted to run by PM Music and check out a bass. Really, I had actually considered taking it up before now. I actually talked about it with *cough* my mom, and she agreed that I'd make a decent bass player.
So I'll be saving up, and hopefully I'll be able to afford the package that the nice guy showed me.
Yeah...a Squier...red...

Kinda survey-ish

1. Miki
2. Jenn
3. Heather
4. Whit
5. Adri
6. Drew the invisible
7. Greg
8. Taylor
9. Sarah Ledford
10. Sarah Johnson
11. Sarah Newman
12. Carmen
13. Aaron
14. Danny
15. Becca Poe
16. Becca T
17. Jessica
18. Karen
19. Kevin
20. Judson

NO CHEATING BY LOOKING AHEAD OF TIME!

1. Is #9 a boy or a girl?: Female.
2. Would #11 and #2 make a cute couple?: No. In fact, I don't think they'd like each other at all. Plus they're both girls.
3. How about #18 and #4?: I could see them being friends, but again, both girls.
4. What grade is #17 in?: She'll be a freshman with me at MSU.
5. When was the last time you talked to #12?: Project Graduation.
6. What is #6's favorite band?: The boy owns more CDs than I can probably count. So I have no idea.
7. Does #1 have any siblings?: No.
8. Would you ever date #3?: *awkward silence* If one of us were a guy, yes.
9. Would you ever date #7?: Eh, no.
10. Is #16 single?: Yes.
11. What's #15's last name?: HAHAHAHA... I always call her by both names.
12. What's #10's middle name?: Elizabeth
13. What's #5's favorite thing to do?: Play with her cats and drool over sexy men.
14. Is #13 hot?: He looks like a blend between Chris Martin and Jesus with an eyebrow piercing.
15. Would #14 and #19 make a good couple?: Not at all. But they get along.
16. What school does #20 go to?: Oh, dear...I don't know.
17. Tell me a random fact about #11: She sang for St. Mary's Easter service, I think...
18. And #1: She jumped into the frozen pond, along with some naked people.
19. And #4: She was going to be an architecture major, but she changed to math.
20. Have you ever had a crush on #15?: Nope.
21. Where does #9 live?: Down the street from Heather.
22. What's #3 favorite color?: She seems to change it between black, red, and pink. Usually black.
23. Would you make out with #12?: Nah, we aren't lesbians...plus she has a boyfriend.
24. Are #5 & #6 best friends?: They are good friends. Does that count?
25. Does #7 like #2?: I don't ... think so...
26. Does #8 like #19?: Don't think they've met. Probably wouldn't like each other. Plus Kevin's straight.
27. How did you meet #2?: School.
28. How did you meet #18?: We were introduced by a mutual friend somewhere around 3rd grade, and we played basketball on different church league teams.
29. Does #10 have any pets?: Yes, a few cats.
30. Is #12 older than you?: I don't believe so...
31. Is #17 the sexiest person alive, or what?: She's pretty, but there are probably a few sexier people wandering around somewhere.
32. How many people on your list did you date?: 0
33. ...make out with?: Take a wild guess.
34. ...kiss?: None, but I have licked a couple...
35. ...do you think you sound like a whore?: Not really. You'd probably lick them, too.
36. Pick 8 numbers on your list and tell those people to do this, too.: Shan't.

P.S. When I was dropping my sister off for a band meeting, I found a souvenir from El Cuervo!

21 Days

I've managed to keep myself very occupied today. Productivity is a good thing. But it hasn't been just the greatest day I've ever had. Sure I got a lot of sorting out of the way before I start packing for college, but PMS, dealing with a dose of Taylor, and watching Squirt throw the cheese sandwich I'd made for her into the floor can really screw things up.
I managed to finish moving my portfolio to Greenstone Multimedia, so that was a good thing. Nice and categorized...
And I burned a buttload of tracks from the Mac and had to upload them one by one (not my choice, there wasn't an option to upload the whole thing automatically) on itunes. Something to the tune of 119.

Read this article

This is one of the strangest things I've read in a while. This guy is like a distant GWC cousin.

Were we really surprised?

Britain


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Ahh, new computer smell...

Whee! My laptop came yesterday and I got a little carrier today so it wouldn't have to go naked. Happy dance with me!
So yeah, I'm all set up in the sunroom so I don't disturb people with my tickering and radio-listening.
Also, I went to the new Hobby Lobby today. Kinda wandered around trying to learn the new layout. A little freaky after being so used to the old one.
Not much else of any interest going on, except I did find my CD case for A Rush of Blood to the Head. It was MIA. Also I am hunting for a lightweight brown v-neck sweater to go over a couple of buttonup shirts. So if anyone happens to find one that might work (long-sleeved, please) just let me know and I'll owe you.
Wait, I lied. Little Juan was at the Warehouse tonight. He's too cute to have such a tough life. Like, his mom died a little while ago, his dad's in prison for almost 90 years, and the rest of his family is either too old or too overwhealmed to take the poor little dude. So he's staying with Big D and Miss Tracey. Hopefully they'll be able to keep him instead of having to put him in the system.
Good night, everyone!

Hehehe, wasn't that great?

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory was insanely fun. No regrets going there instead of the county commission meeting.
Yeah, so I finally saw Heather and confirmed she hasn't become a zombie. And hung out at her house until almost 1 this morning, listening to Green Day and noticing how Tre Cool looks a lot like Boy George in the poster above her desk. Happy Birthday, Moose! Woo!
I also confirmed that I suck at Pounce. Then Whitney kicked us out. Harry Potter fans are like heroin addicts with pages.
Happy news: my laptop is supposed to arrive today! Probably sometime this morning. Hoolay.
Picked up another catsitting job this week, and the Poes are going to the C. S. Lewis Convention for about a fortnight, so I'll be watching those two again. I asked Becca Poe to bring back some precious British doojie.
My next post will be from my happy laptop!

Hold on a sec, I've gotta take AP...

Short post. I got a letter from the Office of the (Almighty) University Registrar yesterday. They got my AP Calculus scores and are giving me credit for Calc 1 and 2. So that's 6 elective hours finished. Haven't actually received my scores, but through my numerous connections I found out that I got a 5 on the AB portion and a 4 on the BC.

Also, I figured out how to access my schedule and grades on BannerWeb. Very useful. I had to get in touch with my physics instructors to sort out some prerequisite stuff. Something about I've already taken trig, but the computer refuses to acknowledge it...

Anyway, that's pretty much it.

I don't think I could survive as a tree.

Ow. Remind me to never stand around in a crowd at that unsightly school board central office. I was there for about two and a half hours Tuesday evening, along with a bazillion other people protesting the school system's proposed budget cuts. The county commission meeting, although it lasted more than twice as long, was a lot less strenuous, mostly because sitting was an option.
Toss into the equation that yesterday afternoon and this morning I was standing in a chair in the warehouse, painting some 8-foot tall structures for a skit. Probably spent about 7 to 8 hours doing that.
BUT I got that completely finished, so I don't have to go back in the morning. *big smile* Just gotta keep checking on Becca Poe's cats for the rest of the week. No problem.
'K, well, I need to take a hot bath and get some sleep. G'night.

Tea and trumpets? Crumpets!

Hello (and bon voyage to Whit and Adri *wave*).
I'm quite over that wonderful stomach bug that shows up every now and again, and I'm ready to join the loyal mob that will petition for the public school arts programs Monday evening. I know of one definite ally on the school board, possibly two. It really helps when there are parents who have/had children in the programs on the chopping block.
Rock on, Mr. Bob and Katie's dad!

This is gonna sound kinda sad, but I just got my first petcare job of the summer. Yeah, now that I have 5 weeks until move-in day. But it's an all week gig, so that'll be nice.

I had another anonymous-man dream. Yeah, it was like visiting day or something at college, and my parents and I were sitting on a patio overlooking some of the grounds, and this guy (I'm wanting to say a pre-law student?) comes up and randomly starts hitting on me. It was weird. Just started trying to make out with me right there...
Odd. But at least he wasn't ugly. I don't make ugly people up very much...

Good night!

Kiss my shiny metallic tuckus.

Robot You are 57% Rational, 14% Extroverted, 0% Brutal, and 28% Arrogant.

You are the Robot! You are characterized by your rationality. In fact, this is really ALL you are characterized by. Like a cold, heartless machine, you are so logical and unemotional that you scarcely seem human. For instance, you are very humble and don't bother thinking of your own interests, you are very gentle and lack emotion, and you are also very introverted and introspective. You may have noticed that these traits are just as applicable to your laptop as they are to a human being. In short, your personality defect is that you don't really HAVE a personality. You are one of those annoying, super-logical people that never gets upset or flustered. Unless, of course, you short circuit. To put it less negatively: 1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive. 2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted. 3. You are more GENTLE than brutal. 4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant. Compatibility: Your exact opposite is the Class Clown. Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Hand-Raiser, the Emo Kid, and the Haughty Intellectual. * * If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits. The other personality types: The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 45% on Rationality You scored higher than 9% on Extroversion You scored higher than 0% on Brutality You scored higher than 20% on Arrogance

Link: The Personality Defect Test written by saint_gasoline on Ok Cupid

Chairs are for the elderly ... besides, I haven't punished my bum enough today.

Ouch.
So, I went to the County Commission meeting yesterday (read: the meeting that lasted 6 hours). You can actually see me in the picture on the front page of this morning's paper if you look hard enough. (My head can be seen in the space behind Roy Weaver's right arm.)
During the first two hours a lot of people were there to support the schools. Very packed. Lots of people on the steps.
After a 15-minute recess, several of the less hardcore people got bored and left. Wimps.
Before lunch, the old dudes decided something about a landfill and spent three hours arguing over the budget (especially concerning the school system and cuts for the fire department and whatnot) without getting anywhere.
After lunch, the people who really cared about what would go down in the school system came back and listened for another two hours as proposal after proposal was turned down. God forbid anyone should want to raise taxes to prevent 200 job cuts and more scheduling headaches than should be legal. Dorks.
The school system now has just enough in their budget to meet the "maintenance of effort" (whatever that is) required by the state.
This entire experience has reaffirmed my general dislike of politics and my assertions that the world is run by stupid and/or greedy people.
Pardon me as I projectile vommit in their direction.

Left-Brain Fanatics!

It's rant time again!
Since I came home the doom of the public school arts programs has been looming over the horizon. If you aren't keeping up with the info, here's a sample of the cuts our dear friend Roy Weaver is proposing:

Five guidance counselors (there are 5 high schools)
Academic Decathlon travel and supplement funds ($13,000 spread over five schools, each with 9 team members and an advisor, plus alternates)
Nine elementary and intermediate music teachers
Nine elementary and intermediate art teachers
Two intermediate band teachers
High school and middle school sports, band, and chorus supplements ($654,000)
Fourteen elementary PE teachers
Four middle school band teachers
Four middle school chorus teachers
Four middle school art teachers

Tomorrow morning, the county commission is having a meeting at the Ag Center at 8:30. I am making an effort to contact as many people as I can to show up in support of the programs that will either suffer or be eliminated as a result of these cuts.

Love in a cardboard tub and other things...

Firstly, huge congrats to Sarah for getting engaged to Zach (Zack? Zac? ... ) in a cornfield yesterday. Best wishes to you two, but don't have too many babies right away, okay?
Of somewhat less importance, orientation was Monday and Tuesday. I feel orientated. Got my schedule put together and my books ordered. Plus I saw a mock-up of my dorm room. Spiffy. Private bathroom with a VERY private toilet. Don't know why it's necessary to have a room just for the can in a dorm, but it's there.
So for the rest of the summer I'll be bumming around J-Town. Not too much to do for the next month.
Okay, byebye.

Mmm...Perry!

Hello, all. I have returned and it's a little weird being in a house again.
Had a good time in Copperhill, despite the heat, bugs, and al fresco showers (include in that "one temperature: cold").
Things like the biggest slip 'n' slide I've ever seen, a monster of a rock wall, a horse named Alfalfa, and watching my sister "rough it" were pretty good distractions.
Then it was off to MSU for a week. It's amazing how long a bunch of 16- to 18-year olds can keep themselves occupied with box cutters, sheets of cardboard, and "as much glue as you can drink."
I might have even established a routine for myself. Breakfast at the bakery, lectures, projects, lunch at Perry Cafeteria, more studio, supper at the student union, possibly more studio, dorm.
Berk will probably turn a lot of people into hippies, and those of us who already have some hippie-esque traits will come out as full-fledged eastern philosophy/nature freaks.
If you can't design around the tree, at least do something useful and beautiful with it.
Down with ranchburgers!

Paquito Taquito

'Lo GWC-ers (and anyone else who might stuble across this).
Just a quick little blurb before I leave.
I'm looking forward to some interesting experiences (Becca Poe in camo, Shine-Shine with a paintball gun, etc.), but I will miss you guys and my sweet little doggies.
*snork*
There's a magazine on my parents bed - Living with Teenagers: the College Issue (Secrets of Letting Go; How to Avoid the Freshman 15; 3 Financial Skills Your College Student MUST HAVE).
Well, I'm curious. I'll find out what these magazine-writer types think about sending us poor little birds out of the nest into the big mean world of college. Frankly, my parents are gonna have more adjustment than me, because now they have to wake up and drive people to school at 6:45 in the morning. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Anyway, I'll see you guys in about two weeks. :)
Byebye.

Sucksville.

Right, so I got Coldplay's new album (*love*) and it's lovely and woo and yay. And I was in a good mood.
Then today I find out that they'll be in Nashville in September.
ON A DAY WHEN I COULD FEASIBLY GO.
Only to find out that general admission tickets are $70.
*weeps*
Why must you mock me?!

Huzzah!!!

I am proud to announce that I have received my diploma, as issued by the State of Tennessee Board of Education. That's right, I'm happy to have something with Roy Weaver's name on it.
Helen was sober, nobody tripped, and we managed not to break down and start bawling when we were singing.
Hoolay!
Well, I'm gonna go wash off my makeup and get into some summer clothes.

Hey...I get to do this again when I get married!

I have kitchen stuff! *bounce*
You guys seriously have to go shopping for plates and flatware and crap. It's a rush. But yeah, I got large and small plates, cute little soup bowls, mix 'n' match glasses, and four settings of flatware that reminds me a little of Whit's. But you can't eat cereal with these forks...the prongs are longer. Might go back for a couple of mugs...
So yeah, I've got that, and my mom gave me this funky can opener and salt and pepper shakers.
And I've picked my color scheme accordingly. Lots of blue and yellow and green with splashes of orange and red. So basically everything but purple. It feels left out... Poor purple...
Whatever.
Mr. Scott also gave me a plant grown from a cutting of the one he's had since JCM. It has heard equal amounts of profanity and profundity. I will call it Aloysius.
:)
I'm such a nerd.

Occupation: bum.

Officially done with high school. Took Helen's exam despite the excessive noise of the underclassmen composing rap about the importance of staying in school. The smell of college is in the air. Woo for dorm assignments!
It looks like I'll be getting my own room (perhaps I'm too quirky for them to match me up with a decent roommate) in the brand new co-res Ruby Hall, located only a short walk from everywhere I would go on a typical day.
So yay and rah and give me my diploma already!

Fin.

Wow. I'm done. Or at least close enough to say I am.
Just have to come back for Helen's exam.
Why am I taking an exam in chorus? Because I missed the Beta Club initiation to take care of two sick people in my house.
Screw it.
So I'm waking up at 10 tomorrow morning to do basic theory and get a good exam grade.
But tonight I ... don't know what I'm gonna do.
Later I shall publish a list of memorable happenings and whatnot.

Later that evening
Friday was the end of the year party during chorus. This means two things: food and speeches.
This year's group was made up of almost one half seniors, so the underclassmen spent plenty of time expressing their gratitude for a great year and our wonderful guidance.
But by the time Kevin was done with his speech, there wasn't a dry eye in the room. We're seriously wondering if we'll be able to get through our songs at graduation without bawling.
Fortunately the jell-o cheered us up a little.

Tierra!

Short post, but there are picture links, so shut up.
Worked until after 4 Thursday in the heat and paint fumes, then spent Friday herding elementary school kids around and sweating, as I started the day off with a high-energy dance set and the air conditioning isn't all that great.
http://www.geocities.com/nine_am_band/513discovery.jpg

And Saturday was the prom. I went to Sakura with Danny and Becca and entertained them with my ineptitude with chopsticks. But I was sparkly, so whatever.
http://www.geocities.com/nine_am_band/Prom05mmandbp.jpg
And Sarah was working that night!

How do you say "flirt" in Spanish?

Lo siento a los pobres quienes tuvieron que tomar el << AP >>.
Fuimos a Los Portales para el almuerzo hoy. Cinco de Mayo.
Enough Spanish. I've been watching my "Phantom of the Opera" DVD since Tuesday. :)
Happiness. Sexy Gerry... *drool*
Hehehe... Much fun at Los Portales. Robbie had just finished the AP English test, so her mind wasn't in Spanish mode. Quincy earned a new nickname: El de la foquita. He wore his anti-seal-clubbing shirt. And Catie got hit on by the waiter. I suggested that we take a fieldtrip every week...and the seniors' last three days.
And we learned a couple of new phrases. One involves mice eating one's tongue. *shudder*
And the other is something we can't say at school. No.
14 days.

Quizzes and crap.

Your Linguistic Profile:

75% General American English

20% Dixie

5% Yankee

0% Midwestern

0% Upper Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Your #1 Match: ISTJ

The Duty Fulfiller You are responsible, reliable, and hardworking - you get the job done. You prefer productive hobbies, like woodworking or knittings. Quiet and serious, you are well prepared for whatever life hands you. Conservative and down-to-earth, you hardly ever do anything crazy. You would make a great business executive, accountant, or lawyer.

Your #2 Match: ISTP

The Mechanic You are calm and collected, even in the most difficult of situations. A person of action and self-direction, you love being independent. To outsiders yous eem impulsive, surprising, and unpredictable. You are good at understanding how all things work, except for people. You would make an excellent pilot, forensic pathologist, or athlete.

Your #3 Match: INTJ

The Scientist You have a head for ideas - and you are good at improving systems. Logical and strategic, you prefer for everything in your life to be organized. You tend to be a bit skeptical. You're both critical of yourself and of others. Independent and stubborn, you tend to only befriend those who are a lot like you. You would make an excellent scientist, engineer, or programmer.

Your #4 Match: INTP

The Thinker You are analytical and logical - and on a quest to learn everything you can. Smart and complex, you always love a new intellectual challenge. Your biggest pet peeve is people who slow you down with trivial chit chat. A quiet maverick, you tend to ignore rules and authority whenever you feel like it. You would make an excellent mathematician, programmer, or professor.

Your #5 Match: ISFJ

The Nurturer You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal. A good listener, you excell at helping others in practical ways. In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music. You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for. You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.

What's Your Personality Type?

Your Japanese Name Is...

Tomiko Asukai

What's your Japanese Name?

The post that took two weeks to finish.

I have returned from Nashville! Like...a week ago...
Haven't been there in a while. But this time I was traveling on foot with a bunch of other chorus people (and a few from the band, but they kept to themselves for the most part). Too much construction going on! It was a nightmare trying to get around!
I roomed with Sarah Johnson, Carmen, and Libba. The band girls were in the adjacent room and the guys were down the hall. Helen and Mrs. Warren got the cushy room with the couch. Bah.
Our first day there we settled in, ate dinner at Joe's Crab Shack, where we were fascinated by the TV coverage of a college gymnastics event (all male), then met Helen at the Renaissance to pick up our nametags and whatnot so we could go to rehearsal. Hehe, we had some time to kill so we rode the elevator to the top floor. Judson just had to get off, and the doors closed. He called to yell at us on the way down. We're easliy amused.
The women's group was practicing in the sanctuary at the McKendree Methodist Church. Being the aspiring architect, I was being all ADD and staring around at the dome and the stained glass windows whenever I wasn't engaged in singing. Our conductor was a Canadian, which explains all the French songs.
After the first night's rehearsal, we met up with Hicks and went to the Hard Rock Cafe for drinks and dessert. After we'd left, Hicks proudly displayed his prize of the night: a menu to add to his collection of stolen restaurant paraphanalia. Laughter ensued. While we were walking back to the hotel (careful to avoid Printer's Alley, unlike the poor band girls) we ran into a few homeless people handing out flowers they'd picked from various gardens in the area. We were all tired from walking when we got back to the hotel, so we crashed pretty soon.
The next morning we went in search of breakfast and found a little cafe called Maggie's (or something to that tune). It's a lot like Pappy's in Milan, but with breakfast. Quick, cheap, everything you could want for a budget of two bucks. Then to rehearsal! More French, woo! And Greek food for lunch! And more rehearsal!
The women got out more than an hour early, so Libba and I wandered back over to the hotel where we hung out for a little while in Helen and Mrs. Warren's room. It was all giggles and smiles for Helen.
It was during this time that I called my mom regarding a message she'd left that afternoon. Something about an extension of my scholarship and whether she needed to water my violets or not. I asked her if she'd heard anything about the JCM march, but she was still relatively clueless.
Libba and I left around 9 to meet everyone at the Renaissance. On the elevator we met a girl who was in the group from Union that was attending the workshops. "Do you know Brennan?" "Uthe?!"
We were shocked to see Uthe in a short-sleeved shirt and NO TIE. *gasp*
And it was about this time that Libba's bra broke.
Off to Demo's. Tab's on Helen!
There were some jokes made toward Libba about the "Short, party of ten" announcement.
So we all ate really well, and Kevin and Libba decided to follow in the footsteps of dear Hicks, so they smuggled out a menu.
It was at this point that our decision-making skills slipped a little. It was about 10:35 and curfew was at 11. Only we figured that since Helen had just been with us we could go out for ice cream and be a little late. So off we went (WITH Uthe, so it's not like we were unsupervised). Passed a club, made a joke with Uthe since we were the only people old enough to get in, found the ice cream shop and proceeded to bum around. Brandon called Libba's phone a few minutes later. We had four minutes to be in our rooms. Yikes! Carmen, Libba, Judson, Uthe and I sprinted out of there, perplexing Melody, Sarah and Kevin, who were in line getting their orders. We were going pretty fast until Uthe broke off to go back to his hotel, but afterward we were running like a mofo, dodging drunk girls coming out of a parking garage, jaywalking, only not going up the scary alley because we would die.
Through the revolving door, up the elevator, around the corner...STOP! There was Helen, waiting for us like a watchdog. Judson ducked into the little room with the ice machine.
"Do you know what time it is?" We just stood there trying to catch our breath. "11:02..." Libba said.
"Where is Kevin?" Not "Where are the others," just Kevin.
We went back to our room and called the others. Still at the ice cream shop. They started running back, Melody was crying when Sarah and Kevin made her run through the scary alley.
We thought they were dead when they finally got back and Helen pulled them into her room. Initially we thought we could act like nothing happened...she probably wouldn't remember a thing the next morning...but there was one hitch: Mrs. Warren.
But strangely enough, it was her suggestion that saved us from any real punishment.
So much for the call Judson made to Melody's room. "Good morning, Madison. The following students have community service: Lane Norton, Hayne Hazelhurst, Zach Livelli, Melody Dale, Kevin Isbell, Sarah Johnson, Meredith Matheney, Carmen Wagster, Libba Walker, and Judson Wood..."

Cookie Monster making healthy food choices... *sigh* ... What's this world coming to?

Hey guys, guess what? I found out that Phantom is coming out on DVD May 3rd! Yay!
*insert jumping/squealing/yay-rah-ing break here*
And we found out yesterday that Danny Song went to a Spice Girls concert when he lived in Canada. Who knew?
I found three four-leaf (-leaved?) clovers today. Fun. And two of the little mutants were the domestic variety.
Packing for Nashville. Need snacks. Got clothes. Need to clean shoes...
So naturally it was time to blog.
I ramble. Meh...
Party at the Courtyard Marriot!

Nicole saw Spider-man at Best Buy today.

I'm not kidding, either.
Happy Birthday to Jenn (yesterday) and Becca T. (in case I don't remember on the 14th). I'm probably going to be full from the Cajun food and birthday cake until sometime tomorrow afternoon.
Anyway, today I went to the mall looking for a bra. Found nothing at JC Penney in my size, alas, so I had to go to Victoria's Secret. Went in for one thing, came out with six. Typical. But I was gonna need some more skivvies for my long absence this summer. Right. So I'm going to check out and I'm behind some elderly Menonite ladies. Complete with matching homemade dresses, aprons, and those little white caps. I just think it's funny...I know everyone has to buy their undies from somewhere, but these two ladies amidst the butt floss? Hehe...
I'm leaving now. It's almost late-ish.

If I was actually wearing socks, they'd be totally rocked by now.

We really don't do our best work on short notice. Or in the rain, either, once I think about it.
So Friday was Arbor Day. Mm hmm. The madrigal group had to go sing for the Madison/JCM Arbor Day assembly. We found this out Thursday. No time to come up with a fitting tree song.
Friday rolls around and we can see straight away that this was going downhill fast. Lauren was wearing sorts like something stupid, Brandon and Rob were late, Brandon didn't have his chorus shirt, and Jeremy never showed up! Smart Jeremy...
We crossed the line in the cold mist, shivering because we didn't have substantial protective clothing. In the time before this thing began we had enough time to observe how much our parking lot looked like USJ's compared to JCM's. And to notice that some guy was wearing a wooden bow tie. And that those weren't trees, they were shrubs!
Some JCM students finally arrived and the program started with a proclamation about something to do with trees and Arbor Day. Don't ask me what, I was cold and my brain had shut off. Then a girl read a poem about being a tree. But she did it in the Mad Black Woman voice.
We were on after that. We started off okay, but somewhere around the end of verse one Helen started laughing, and when the director starts laughing there's no hope of getting very far. So we stopped and started again. Same thing. I have no idea what was so funny, but it was apparently hilarious. We stopped again. And picked up somewhere in the middle of the song. We made it through without any more mass giggling, but as soon as we finished we tried to run away. But no, we had to stay for the bow tie guy's speech and flag presentation to the principals. Upside-down. Backwards. Upside-down and backwards. And finally upright.
Then we ran away. Quickly. Kevin and Libba looked back and Mrs. Redding was walking behind us, still laughing, even though we all figured we would be crucified by the administration.
And Sarah Johnson is now my hero because she snuck out of school and went home for a necessary purpose.
Nobody could walk past another person from the group for the rest of the day without giggling again.
Fortunately we didn't get into too much trouble in class. Uthe didn't make us do a bunch of theory, but actually sang some pieces from his senior recital and let us play a game at the end of class.
Woo and yay, school let out, and I was looking forward to Beauty and the Beast. Grant and Greg (Cogsworth and Lumierre) were probably the best at interacting with each other and the script. Tiffany did a wonderful job as Belle, and I do not envy Adrianna's costume.
On the theater note, if I had it my way there would be no sound systems, just a properly built theater and actors trained to project well, whether speaking or singing. Plus I think the orchestra would like an orchestra pit, rather than chairs in the corner.
Cross your fingers, I asked Grant if he'd go to Madison's prom with me and I'm supposed to hear back from him soon.

A man, a plan, a canal, Panama!

Now read it backwards.
For those of you who were conspicuously absent, I visited the rest of my poor amigos who had school today. And the first thing I noticed when I got there (aside from the stares I got from uniform-clad lunchers) was that Dr. Red's office was completely covered in Post-It notes. And I says to myself, I says, "Ahh, April 1."
So I continue down the corridor and I see Eileen, who kindly directs me to the ticket booth where most everyone else is located.
Don't we live in a wonderfully ironic world? Who'dve thunk that the lost videotape would come back to haunt us in such a hilarious manner? Not I. Well, actually it haunted everyone who was pulled out of class. Anyhoo, those involved seemed to be thoroughly amused.
I'm gonna go check on my brushes, then continue painting.
Later!

So much for Communism...

Oh, the fun things one can do during spring break!
Like, swapping out your cold weather clothes for your warm weather clothes.
And doing an essay demonstrating your financial need in 300 to 500 words.
Then going to (woo and yay) the downtown post office to mail the essay and the application and recommendation letter that go along with it!
And then...drive my 16-year-old car down I-40 to the driver's license testing place to make them change my ID to say that I'm not a minor anymore. Also register to vote. I didn't go in with the intention of registering, it just happened! Crap, I endorsed the government.
Finally, I picked up some supplies for the Calculus project. Woo, posterboard.
I think I'll make lasagna tomorrow. Mmmmmmm...
No more prophetic dreams, alas.
There are pineapple chunks and other nice things to eat in the kitchen!

Is she babbling again?

Good morning. It is the second day of spring break for the public school system (woo and yay!), and I need to blog before I forget what happened since Thursday.
I got some financial aid information from Clemson. One of the things they said I qualified for was a loan, and although it wasn't an uber-ridiculous amount, there was still a pretty good chunk of tuition that my parents would have to pay right away, so...
Mississippi State University, you win!
Nathan will be pleased, and the sorority girls won't have to send me so many postcards. They'll be able to attack me on campus.
And that was Thursday.
Yesterday I slept until 11 (ahhhh...) and gave the dogs a bath. The only complication was the horrible state of the garden hose. Let's just say it was tangled in jasmine vines and itself on the funky reel thing...
But the dogs are cleaner than they were. And fluffy.
Last night I went to West Jackson to hear my old band and a couple more. Mark Akin was there, and when anyone who'd seen the band last year asked why he wasn't on stage, he told them he'd been replaced without any notice. Which is pretty much true. Plus he could never make it to practice or he had to leave early. And they just stopped talking to me for the most part. Didn't even bother to get another singer to take my place. Bah.
Let's talk about the fuel situation. With my handy Kroger Plus discount, I was paying $2.199 for a gallon of gas. This is insane, and I don't want to know how high it'll go during the summer. But since I don't have to drive eight hours to Clemson, my budget won't be completely shot on travel.
Enough of that. For those of you who like to hear about my infrequent (but quite vivid) dreams, I had one this morning.
Part one: Marriage is what brings us together today...
Do I get married in a church? No, that would make sense! I get married in the main building of the Jackson Fairgrounds, or something very similar. Fortunately it wasn't during the flea market or a livestock show. I could see some of my friends, relatives, and neighbors sitting in some chairs that had been set up on one side. I'm still 18, by the way.
Ladies, I wish you could've seen the guy I was marrying. Impressive, I must say. Tall (like, my head barely came to his shoulder), dark hair, kinda like Joaquin Phoenix, actually.
So we do the whole getting married bit, which ends this chapter.
Part two: Later that day...
Okay, since part one was the wedding, you know where part two has got to go. Mm hmm, the requisite consumation of the marriage. Yes, Jenn, I had a sex dream. Nice. For a long time it was just sex. Nothing kinky, though, so don't go hysterical on me. Here comes the twist. We finish doing our thing and he leaves the room for a few minutes. And during these few minutes I'm thinking about what I'll change my name to. Dilemma: I can't remember his name! Either I'd never heard it (don't ask how this is possible, it's my unconcious mind's work) or I'd forgotten. I didn't even know his first name, but I managed to fake my way along until later, when I heard one of his friends call him Jack.
Interlude: We're out together, just walking around, when we run into Brandon and Nicole. Brandon is a skinny black guy who works at Sears. Really. Not in the dream, in real life. But anyway, they were at the wedding, and Brandon decides he's gonna have a little fun with Jack (hopefully not too much, because Jack's a muscley guy and Brandon wouldn't stand a chance if he got fed up) and Nicole starts talking with me about God know's what. Really, this part doesn't go anywhere.
Part last: A visit with the family.
Somehow, in the grand scheme of things, I obtain two more younger siblings. Maybe three. No idea what's up with that, but I express my relief that I no longer live with my parents, so all the babysitting falls on Emily and Martin. Mwahahaha!
Byebye.

Later, after careful analysis...
This dream seems to center around college.
Weddings symbolize new beginnings. Makes sense.
The guy is of intimidating size (I'll be at a large school) but I'm completely comfortable with him. My interactions so far with the MSU crew have all been pretty good, so I'll probably get along okay there.
Not knowing the guy's name at all indicates some sort of mental burden - such as waiting around to figure out where I'll be going to college - and hearing his name indicates part of that burden being lifted. By the time I got my final scholarship and financial aid figures, Mississippi was the obvious choice.
Sex represents sex, no matter who you ask.
So what this all boils down to is this: Sometimes we find ourselves in situations we wouldn't have chosen under normal circumstances, but even unknown or unfamiliar situations can turn out good.
Like ending up with a nice-looking farm-boy type. You know what they say, big foot, big ... shoe.

"One thing I do know, them PENGUINS, they's some funny lookin' birds."

Hello from after my final spring concert. Parking was interesting, as the NAIA tournament was going on at the exact same time as the concert. I parked in the ghetto and walked. Fortunately, the first major storm cell had passed, and I don't think it did much more...
Did I update on the current figures from Mississippi? I don't think so, but if I did, ignore the following few lines.
'K, in addition to the $5000 a year, out of state tuition waiver, and the free housing, I've also received $1500 for study abroad, internships, or some other educational fling. Which brings our total over four years to $52,300. Wow. Big money. And I can't even throw a football straight. :)
So yay. The concert didn't bomb, I wasn't mugged, my car needs brake fluid, and I've got somewhere to go to school.
Also Adrian Jones was there tonight :D
And *gasp* I'm still wearing makeup.
Please pick your jaw up off the floor. Thank you.
Good night.

"Uno, dos, tres, catorce...the right math for rock 'n' roll."

Yo.
Well, as some or all of you now know, I've heard from Washington University and I've been waitlisted along with Katie Freeman. Translation: you're okay, but these other kids were better, so you're not rejected, we're just waiting to see if they decide to come here or not. We'll notify you if they bail.
So basically I'm holding out to see if someone who was accepted into the architecture department dies or goes somewhere else. And should one of the two happen, the financial aid thing comes into play again. No money, no go.
And how long might I be waiting? June 30. I'm sorry, but if it takes that long, I will have already declared Mississippi State (who have been quite generous with their money despite being the big sports school) or Clemson (who have a good chance of pulling their way back to the #1 spot, since they're a 4+2 program and I haven't gotten their financial aid information yet).
I've been pulling 2:30 to 4:00 rehearsals since Wednesday. One more tomorrow (might go to 5:00). Gonna run through the whole concert twice with all the components.
If I haven't filled the rant quotient yet, here's something else. I got word today that the administration has cut the number of tickets to our graduation in half. They previously told us twelve, so I got my list together to accommodate their first figure. No problem. Now we're only allowed six. That just covers my mom and dad, brothers, and grandparents. Emily might be playing in the band and not need a ticket. But yeah, some parents are already ticked off and will have a stern talk with Mr. Allen.
I'm afraid the stupid people are taking over the world.

Monkeys should never be forced to wear undershorts!

Hello, faithful readers! Friday was packed to the gills with all sorts of reportable stuff. I know that makes you very happy.
First, Superintendent Roy Weaver announced that there would be a change of principles at JCM, Andrew Jackson, and Parkview Montessori. The switch was originally intended to take effect Monday. Bad idea, Roy. This incited a protest at JCM and plans were being made by the parents of Andrew Jackson for one today. However, after hearing about the can of stink he'd opened, he made another announcement, stating that the principals would remain at their current schools until the end of this year. Dodging enough bullets like that may promote weight loss.
Two, the members of the ECC youth group began mourning the loss of their friend Sarah Beth Whitehead. It seems my sister also knew her, so she wasn't in the best mood, either. The first case of Meningitis in the Jackson area in seven years.
Three, choral festival. Our crisis was the situation with many of the men's uniforms. Vests were too tight, pants were too big, buttons popping off everywhere. However, we made straight ones for our performances, and the mixed, women's, and madrigal groups made ones in sight reading. The men made a three. They suck when they don't have us. But we were the only group there, so we all warmed up at the same time, performed one after the other, and then went to sight reading. Heh, Helen's car was covered in some celebratory window paint. :)
And then to Adri's party! Too much fun. High school students playing musical chairs (shh! Those chairs don't exist.), pin the eyepatch on Johnny Depp, the Lifesaver game, hide and seek, and going on a scavenger hunt AND a candy hunt. Violent. I got nailed in the nose by a flying Kiss. It's kinda sore. I hope this doesn't result in some weird sinus/nasal disorder. :P Oy, and after we got tired of running around like little kids, we sat around in the den and told of our strange and amusing misadventures and the lore of the schools. Woot. I crashed almost immediately after the rest of the guys left.
So yeah. That's all.

A single-worded poem comprised of four letters.

Well, as I have absolutely no idea when I last updated (I could look, but who wants to take the time to do that?) I'll just throw down whatever information I deem throw-downable.
Point first: Mississippi State. I'm in the architecture program, the honors program, and I have tuition and probably housing taken care of. Basically it's a free ride, which is amazing since I'm not an athlete and I didn't even think about auditioning for the choral program, which would bring in more money given my credentials. Should I end up going there (i.e. if Clemson and Wash U don't put out after we tell them about this full ride business) I'll be spending a couple of days down there early this summer.
Nextly: Prom dress is paid for and on the alterations list. Should have it in my posession in about a week. Happiness!
Pertaining somewhat to the previous point: After we shut down at the flea market last night, Whit, Jenn and I went to Bubba's where we saw Dustin (who is not *gasp* a Christian ethics major at Union) and talked about prom crap. As it stands, on paper I'll be either Greg or Jenn's date, but I'm really there with Taylor. There is an understanding that if he doesn't make inappropriate comments or gestures I won't hit him in the face.
Also: Whee for Jenn and Whit selling four pictures today! The trend seems to be toward farm and garden implements and religious icons. The man selling movie paraphanalia in the booth across the aisle has been very nice. Let them borrow a chair and some tablecloths. I'll buy a couple of his photographs tomorrow for my mom. She's a big fan of Clint Eastwood and John Wayne.
Away I go to work on some of my infernal homework.

Having realized that his statement seemed out of place, Quincy quickly formulated an explanation for why he said "I like your panties."

We are masters of circumloqution. I can't spell that word. Unless it's spelled like I have it over there. In which case I can.
Stuff. Okay.
We got our schedule for choral festival:
Friday, March 11, 2005
Madrigal - warm up: 3:15; perform: 3:30; sight reading: 3:45
Women's chorale - " 4:15; " 4:30; " 4:45
Men's chorale - " 5:15; " 5:30; " 5:45
First class - " 6:15; " 6:30; " 6:45
And I got word that I have been added to the madrigal group. Initially the altos in there were Sarah, Jessica, Janelle, and Libba. Now it's me, Libba, and Sarah. This is probably thanks in part to Brandon's list of grievances. Unfortunately he didn't make the group this time around. Lots of politics surrounding this group, though. Everyone in madrigal falls into one or more of these categories:
- seniority - Dustin and I have been working with Mrs. Redding for three years, Lauren, Carmen, Libba, Sarah, and Kevin have been for four.
- blend - the people in the four voice parts have similar tone and style
- talent - everyone made All Northwest and, I believe, All State
- work ethic, attitude, and reliability - this is probably the main factor that put me in and Janelle out. Everyone in the group gets along well with the others, and we have all shown that we take this competition seriously. Janelle is habitually tardy - to class, performances, auditions, even to an All Northwest rehearsal, which disqualified her from trying out for All State.
So I've gotta brush up on that music. Whee.
This is Pam's last weekend in J-Town. It's gonna be weird without her. We've gone out to Starbuck's or Bubba's more times than I care to think about over the past two years. So, as is my custom, I'm mixing a CD for her. And, of course, it's gotta end with the Hampster Dance. Whee! Hampster Dance!

"..." (Yes, I probably lost the burping game)

Well, since everyone else seems to be on an "I'm leaving and my life will never be the same again" spiel, I figured I'd hop on the bandwagon.
Yes, I'll miss the GWC terribly, even though I only see you guys on major holidays and weekends (except Adri and maybe Greg who are at the choral competitions and whatnot). I'll miss working out via the DDR pad with the girls in their t-shirts and pajama pants (no flirty langerie <--*I can't spell*, guys...sorry!). I'll miss eating all manner of sweets and it doesn't matter because it's a party. I'll miss stopping Jenn or Heather mid-sentence with the infamous "wait, I missed something" and then proceed to have them backtrack and tell their entire story again.
I'll miss giggling at the other girls who sniff Taylor's man-perfume. Taylor, you may smell nice, but I'm too smart to inhale your essence. It causes temporary insanity, and I can't afford to lose any of mine, even for a few seconds.
I'll miss threatening the guys with physical violence if they come too close or make statements that are too off-color. Mainly when they refer to female anatomy.
I'm not sure I'll miss Greg's mini-tyrades so much. But I will miss having another person who likes Project Runway.
I'll miss the creepy Drew look. I won't miss the nudity. Nude soup!
I'll miss standing on my toes to give Adri a hug. Kitty? Where?
I'll miss finding new music for Whit to listen to. I'll miss Winston, who doesn't like anyone, but can tolerate me. I guess because I have a crotchity dog, too. And I'll miss sitting around the morning after a party. On the counters. Or jumping on the trampoline.
I'll miss showing up at Heather's house randomly and everyone's fine with that as long as I remember that I do have my own home. Eventually. I'll miss getting high off of Heather's room. I'll miss hearing subliminal messages from Riki. And the way she can't make a verbal distinction between "tiles" and "towels."
I'll miss howling with Jenn and trading art critiques. Moose!
I'll miss being psychoanalyzed by Miki and hearing about college. I'll BE in college!
I'll miss going to football games for the sole purpose of walking around and talking to my weird friends.
I'll miss going to Bubba's Bagels and getting a muffin. I've only eaten a bagel there once. Otherwise I take one home to eat for breakfast the next day.
I'll miss doing really immature things with my friends and then recounting some of the events to other friends whose eyes have grown steadily wider since the streaking incident. I'll never be able to look at a can of whipped cream again without laughing.
I'll miss losing the burping game. No, I lied. Halleluia! No more burping game!
Okay, you guys have had a lot of room so far. I've gotta get to the rest of Jackson.
I'll miss my family. Almost all of my aunts, uncles, and cousins, and all of my surviving grandparents and my great-grandmother are all located in the Jackson area.
I'll miss Mr. Lee. He's been almost like another father figure. As if I needed any more! For the past four years he has been a great source of encouragement and inspiration.
I'll miss Becca Poe, Becca T, Sarah Johnson, Nicole, Sarah Newman, Jessica Ashley, Katie Freeman, Ali, Kelley, Danny, Libba, Dustin, Kevin, Andrew Nelson, Judson, Rob, Beau, Lauren Lovelace, Jeremy Brown, Andrew (Billy) Tillman, Quincy, Keaton, Francis, Mallory Melton, Leigh, Carmen, Robbie Wright, Hannah Phillips, and the crows at Madison.
I'll miss eating doughnuts in calculus and harassing Sarah Newman and Jessica over the Mu Alpha Theta scrapbook.
I'll miss watching the yearbook staff and the Academic Decathlon team spiral into insanity as deadlines and competitions draw closer.
I'll miss ignoring the morning announcements and hearing Mr. Scott complain about the intercom system.
I'll miss giving Pam obvious answers to questions such as "what are you doing?" Have fun in Hartford, Kentucky, and then at seminary.
I'll miss Dave and Hailey Jackson. And I'll be missing out on watching them navigate the waters of first time parenthood. Good luck, guys.
I'll miss chasing Pookie around the back yard while Lucille stands in the way. Why she's so difficult to convince to come inside at night, I'll never know.
I'll miss the quaint way my school is disintigrating.
I WON'T miss waking up in time to drop my brother off at school and be in class by 7:15.
I might miss seeing the sunrise. If I do, I'll have someone record it for me so I can see it later.
I will miss bubble baths. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hopefully I'll be able to find some new friends that are either similar to you guys, or interesting enough that I'm constantly distracted and not stuck reminiscing on the strangely entertaining times that were.
*Cheers*

You look like a doily.

Over the past few weeks I've been watching Project Runway (pretty faithfully, I might add). It's a pretty cool show. One of the designers is especially colorful - Austin Scarlett. The name alone gives his personality away. He's the kind of guy that you would definitely want to design your prom or wedding dress. Loves the elegant lines and whatnot. Anyway...in an episode from a couple of weeks ago, another designer's model never showed up for the runway segment of the show, so Austin, being of a rather similar physical structure to the female models, is called upon to wear the clothes. And it worked freakishly well.
At the reunion show he showed up in a three-cornered hat and a cape. Someone mentioned that they thought he was a vampire from the late Renaissance or something. I'd tend to agree...
So that's a cool show. Complete with fashion designers trying to kill each other.
Other cool shows include Mythbusters and Monk.
Disproving urban legends with scientific know-how and gadgetry.
And solving murders despite almost every phobia known to man.
In other news, we got to see what the men's chorus uniforms are going to look like. Uthe modeled the vest and jacket (with tails!!!) Wednesday or Thursday.
We likes tails.

Yes, we are saying that some types of infinity are bigger than others.

G'day all. I hope everyone had a lovely holiday. I personally enjoyed staying home and eating Chef Boyardee ravioli while doing my homework all night. Seriously. I got more Valentine's cards from the Mississippi State sororities than from people I actually know. This is the one holiday when I can completely sympathize with Charlie Brown.
Stupid Valentine's Day.
Instead I get to celebrate another round of paperwork. Woo and yay.
Things like housing applications for MSU and more National Merit stuff.
And possibly legally changing my last name. Because I figure that'd be easier than having to tell people to stick the last E in my last name. I mean, if they'd never met me before and didn't have mounds of paper with my signature emblazoned all over the place, that would be excusable. However this usually isn't the case.
So a good portion of the world is on my bad list for the day.
Stay away unless you're bringing tribute.

BUFON!!

Little goes on of any great importance, but as long as you're here I might as well tell you about the past week.
The review for Phantom is up at CyHigh. Whee.
My butt was saved from not being admitted to MSU by my test scores. Something about them not getting my transcript or the admission fee.
Clemson has set up a little email address for me already. So cute! And I'm in the middle of housing and financial aid applications.
On Friday I spent the last part of the school day running around the outskirts of the ghetto with Mallory Melton and our cameras. She was taking pictures of the homecoming parade (albeit homecoming was back in January, just rescheduled due to inclement weather) for the yearbook, and I was working on a photo gallery for CyHigh. Plus we were wearing sombreros to help support the Spanish Club. Plenty of exercise...
And for our female readers (I'm assuming this is everyone...) the Chorus class has managed to acquire a student teacher from Union. We shall call him Uthe (YOUTH-ee). Not a bad looking guy, I must say - not especially tall, but in good shape, dark brown hair, and a good sense of style. And he's actually sticking around for a while. Hoolay.
And the Spanish 4 class has managed to prove that we can take anything and with the right spin make it absolutely hilarious. Quincy hasn't stopped laughing yet.

The pineapple is the legendary symbol of hospitality.

UTM is behind me. Strangely, we spent a good deal of time in limbo somewhere between there and Union City. And I saw five hawks during the those two days. I like hawks a little too much.
Libba did an excellent squirrel imitation. Four of us were walking down the highway toward Long John Silver's for supper Friday night, and when we tried to cross this little road, a car came zooming by, and Libba turns about halfway across and scurries back to the side. But we learned that you're asking for trouble when you make jokes about eating Nemo and then run back down the highway to the hotel. Mm hmm. Food poisoning or something. I spent a little time after the Montage concert paying homage to the porcelain god.
Bleh.
But yeah, I came home Saturday afternoon and crashed after saying woo and yay to getting the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack and The Village.
Sunday was spent taking care of Squirt, who seemed to have an ailment not unlike the one I'd experienced Friday. And when I wasn't doing that there was homework. Yech.
However I did get a chance to break away and go see Phantom again. I'm obsessed, it would seem.
But instead of having to turn in my History homework (stayed up much later than I'd prefer finishing it) Monday, we got off onto Thomas Malthus's theory regarding population. And tomorrow we discuss our views over doughnuts and other breakfast finger foods. In case you were wondering, I'm of the opinion that Malthus had a good idea, but it just doesn't work in all instances. Miki, feel free to do some research and discuss. I feel I've already trounced my classmates - my opponent abandoned her stance.
I'm off to browse Goodwill!

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.

Oh, a ferocious daschund. I'm intrigued.

Hello, preciouses. How was everyone's Christmas? Hmm? Well, that's good.
Ours went well. Saw most of the family on either side. And a schmaltzy slide show on my dad's side. Some cute photos of him and his siblings doing kid stuff. However, at other times it looked like picnic with the mob.
Ah, well...
Few if any of my generation on that side look like hitmen.
On the other side, it was bring your dog to lunch day. Jeff and Kathryn brought their two boxers, and David's new daschund puppy was one center of attention. If you weren't busy watching football, that is. She's so cuuuuuuute! *cute puppy face* But she still has those sharp puppy teeth. Ow.
Pookie has been loving the cold weather. Either that, or she hates having to climb the stairs with the ice on them so she elects to stay put on the ground. Lucille, on the other hand...
She's fat and furry enough to shrug off the elements, but nooooo. Always waiting to come back inside where it's nice and warm.
Now we wait for the roads to clear off enough to hit the stores to blow all of our money. Also my dad's taken my car to get something else fixed. *sigh*
Stupid car.

This is probably a sign from God that you're not supposed to do that...

*giggling in Heather's direction*
A bit of advice. If anyone tells you that they're going to be cleaning the Warehouse, stay away. Far, far away. The fumes from the industrial cleaning fluids (smeared over the floor at least twice) are enough to make you either high or sick with one whiff.
Most unusual weather for J-Town yesterday. I mean, frozen precipitation on the second day of winter? What's up with that? It's usually pretty fall-ish until mid-January at least. Whatever.
Also, skidding, even for just a very brief period of time, is no fun.
Merry Christmtas to everyone out there! Remember your pets and those less fortunate than you while you're enjoying the festivities with your friends and family!

It IS possible to raise a sunken vessel with ping-pong balls!

I have ventured into the ghetto and returned fully intact. Which is more than any of the other GWC-ers can say.
Wrapping up school this week. Not the semester, mind you, but while my lovelywonderful comrades at USJ are sweating out exams, I will be distributing "Merry Christmas" -es throughout my domain.
No exams for me!!! Perks of being in the public school system. Actually, I stand a chance of only having one exam all year, and that's for an AP course. Whee.
I've finished shopping for my mom and one Secret Santa, and I plan on doing most of the rest of my holiday purchasing tomorrow and Tuesday.
I look forward to seeing everyone in the near future. Also, it seems I am Everest.


Which Extremity of the World Are You?
From the towering colossi at Rum and Monkey.

*nods*

Mrs. Hardin says she's taking the AP class to hell.

Happybouncylaughingness!
Which, translated into standard English, means I'm terribly excited over the fact that my debit card thingy came in, therefore I have something with which to purchase Christmas gifts. Also I've had some sort of stimulant that's making me hyper. Aaahh! The devil!
Running downstairs to the front of the auditorium after singing a rather long-winded song in the balcony isn't a good idea, especially since we're supposed to start singing, like, right when we get down there. Now, I don't know about Carmen and Melody and Dustin, but Sarah and I were still trying to breathe correctly halfway through that one. Most of the time we just moved our mouths and took in air to keep from passing out. Things were getting kinda spinny there for a while...
Also Luke set fire to something while trying to fix the spotlight. It smelled like burnt marshmallows.
But yeah, I've got almost an A in English, not counting the 10+ points that'll be added to my research paper. (That's a good thing, in case you haven't figure it out yet.) Uhh...also we're making literary Christmas tree ornaments later this week. More points!!
So I'm gonna go smile about my amazing good luck and do some homework. That's not so fun, but there isn't too much tonight. Yay.

...they all speak in unison...

Busy, busy me! In addition to all of the usual things I do throughout the week, I am or have been or will be involved in some sort of extracurricular thingy for several days.
Wednesday: showed up for a CyHigh meeting that got cancelled because I was the only one there. Then Warehouse.
Thursday: national anthem (la la la...) at the basketball game.
Friday: festive holiday performance with one ensemble for Kevin's mother's company. Three Way. Never drive there.
Yesterday: All State auditions in Memphis. Women's chorale, second alternate.
Today: different ensemble singing at Lambuth Memorial United Methodist. Had communion and everything, too...
Tomorrow: Christmas concert rehearsal.
Tuesday: rehearsal again.
Wednesday: make up last week's CyHigh meeting.
Thursday: Christmas concert.
Sunday: sing at another church. I think it's a predominantly black congregation. Should be another interesting experience.
Fortunately I'm much better than I was a week ago. My nose isn't threatening to cecede anymore.

It seems our little brother's growing a mustache.

*cough*
Let's get through this without crashing...
When you are on your way to your grandparents' house for Thanksgiving, the last thing you're expecting is to be chased by either a drunk or a terrible, terrible driver. Really really fast. Because that's what happened to me and my sister. We were minding our own business when this crazy guy gets right up behind us. I happened to notice that he had swerved into the left lane more than once and was waiting until the very last second to brake whilst driving much too fast for comfort.
I know, because I was speeding very badly to get away from this loonie, but guess what? HE KEPT CATCHING UP WITH US!!!
I was horrified.
Today was much less eventful. I woke up, bummed around the house, took some medicine for whatever lovely fall/winter ailment has commandeered my upper respiratory system, got gas (I've led a very sheltered life as far as gas stations go), and set up a checking account (whee).
Which completely took it out of me, so I've been asleep since right after lunch.
Now I'm just waiting 'til that previous medicine has worn off so I can try some other drug. If I seem high to you during the next week or so, I probably am. :)

That's why parachutes aren't made of wood.

Amazingly, I have escaped being sick, as I foolishly went to the football game Friday night in the rather damp, less-than-warm weather without much protection from the elements.
Also, two of the three tests that were scheduled for tomorrow have been postponed. Thus, I shall not end the day drooling and convulsing. Maybe just a little bit of twitching and insane laughter after Calculus.
Best Buy apparently isn't interested in employing me during the holiday season, so I went to pick up an application at Cajun Cookers. Yes, I realize this is a food job, but I know the people that own the building and some of the other employees. And Mom says she's okay with me keeping the job as long as I want, so long as my schoolwork keeps up.
No problem...
I think.
So that's the update of the day. Don't expect one anytime soon, as you might be disappointed. But do check back at some point, I may have an amusing holiday anecdote.
And remember, celebrate Thanksgiving BEFORE you put up your Christmas tree.

Squiggly.

First off, click the link once you've read as much as you want.
Two, anyone wanna go see Finding Neverland this weekend? I've called dibs on the review.
Next, yes, I realize that I was in the paper this morning. I did, after all, give them a quote.
Sixth and lastly ... um ...
Can't wait 'til Thanksgiving break.

Goodbye, goodnight.

Stuff and things and stuff. The driving forces behind my life since Wednesday-ish have been car trouble and waiting to hear from Best Buy. Friday night I found out that I had no brake pads, so Saturday and Sunday were spent either in my mom's car or off the road. Very boring, but I did manage to sort my novelty socks from my regular socks. Also some work with my watercolors and an afghan. Anyhoo, my brakes were replaced and my radiator was ... I don't know, they did something to it ... Monday. And then this morning there was what we believed to be smoke coming from under the hood. So I call and tell Mom that it's doing so. It turned out to be steam. But that meant that something else had to be replaced. So it was.
Craziness.
And I finally called Best Buy, got my name and number out, and am ever so patiently awaiting a return call.
Also it is getting close to Thanksgiving and the official Christmas shopping season. Yay capitalism.
So I'm off to finish my homework. Yay rah.

Mmmmm...pi!

Bow before the queen of the uber-nerds! I may have been defeated in my bid for president of the Spanish club (actually, nearly all reasonably acceptable candidates were), but I have managed to capture that position in Mu Alpha Theta. We celebrate Pi Day with style. We work next-to-impossible math problems. We voluntarily take a test in the dead middle of winter. Whee.

Peter Pan Syndrome

Whee! I am now 18. To that effect, I have full rights as a citizen of the United States - I can vote, smoke, see R-rated movies, sign my own report cards, and go to the local mall without my mommy's supervision. Also, I can get a job and not be restricted by child labor laws, and be convicted as an adult for any felonies I may or may not commit.
So yeah, being an adult is cool, especially since I still feel like a minor ... just have to watch out for cops.
And practically the first thing I did was apply for a seasonal job at Best Buy. I went through a bit of pain for that one, too. My sister wouldn't give up the chair to the computer, so I had to either kneel or stoop or squat in front of the thing while filling out a 20 page personality assessment and who knows how much other information.
It'll be weird if I get that job. I mean...money? Work? What are these?
And another sign that I have finally hit adulthood - my grandmother got me a pair of jeans and I liked them. Remember when you were a little kid and you'd get clothes for Christmas? Yeah, grown-ups like that kind of stuff. But I'd still take cash any day.
If any more revelations arise, I'll be sure to jot them down.
But now it's calculus time. Unless it's Macbeth time.

Hello, fluffy.

Whee. In two days I'll be able to get into R rated movies, sign my own name on my report cards, and order things from the home shopping channel. Only that requires money. So whatever.
Seventeen has been a pretty good year, all things considered.
Mom's making strawberry cupcakes tomorrow night (yummmm). And hopefully I'll see most of everyone at lunch tomorrow. :)
Kinda tired now. So I leave.