Monday, November 17, 2003

the floating plank at sea

Love is like oxygen. Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong.

All you need is love.

I am about halfway through one of the strangest essays I've ever had to write... and it's on LOVE! Love, romance, brotherly love, one love, one heart, friendship on fire... and let's not forget Socrates and his boys.

As you can tell, it's late and I'm tired, but I'll be here a while longer. Send your dreams my way!

Sunday, November 16, 2003

whatever lola wants

First of all, congrats to Kate and everyone for a great job today!

The weather decided to turn sour today, which put me off a bit, but it was still a great day. I had birthday cake for breakfast and drove out to Liberty with Song to see the Interlake drill performance, which was quite impressive. We also stopped by Frys Electronics to say hello to the sentient refrigerator (well not quite, but close enough..).

I've just now returned home from a night out with Kalei, Emily, Max, Josh, and Lisa. Red Robin, Broadway, Rado, Metro. Enough said.

We also watched "Better Luck Tomorrow." If only high school life could really be that interesting.

Or maybe not.

Friday, November 14, 2003

and it's all part of the process...

People are really nice to you when it's your birthday. Case in point. Riiight.

Anyways.. I started writing a short story today during French, because we were doing very little. Maybe I'll post it when it's done, but probably not. It took me an hour to write a single paragraph, so I doubt I'll be done any time soon.

Dinner out avec la famille tonight! I can't think of much else to write now.. maybe more later.

Thursday, November 13, 2003


Yes yes i've made the long journey from Xanga, at the expense of maybe an hour or two of "study time."

Speaking of study time. Where oh where did the notion come from that high school students must be busy during all hours of the day, and that if they aren't they are wasting time? I value my ounce of free time every day, thank you very much.

Oh, and to all you nanowrimo fiends out there: fight on! Only 25k left...

Current Mood: determined

Current Music: st. germain - so flute
I am not a fan of 3 day calculus tests.

On a brighter note.... I have a SOLO in wind ensemble! No, wait.. TWO SOLOES! For those of who unfamiliar with band, the bass clarinets never get soloes... but in Slava! I have two of them. Watch out now.

In other news... umm.... yea nothing much happened today. We discussed love for an hour in Humanities, getting exactly nowhere, which isn't to say it wasn't fun - it was.

OH yea... I'm 17 tomorrow!

Wednesday, November 12, 2003


Yes so anyways. As many others have said, calculus is the absolute BANE of my existance! Does it really need to be this hard? AAAH.

Today we had Tuga substituting for Welch in Biomed, and at the end of class he decided to tell a story about a boy who falls off a roof. And impales himself on rebar. Which punctures his heart. And severes an artery to his face. And forms a bulge in his neck. Now I was already feeling crappy, because I hadn't eaten and I've been sick since Sunday, and this story pushed me over the edge - I think I actually fainted. The blood ran out of my head, anyways. Remind me never to become a doctor, please.

And now, for a mini-rant. Humanities - why oh why won't people just say things that are relevant to the discussion?? I swear we waste half the class period and destroy perfectly good discussions every single day. I'm sorry, but "sure, TV can be good sometimes, especially for disabled people who can't do anything else but live vicariously through TV people..." is not a valid response to the question "well, what would society look like if everybody lived entirely mainstream? would it be good?" NOT to mention all the assumptions, generalizations, and sexist comments that we hear every day even in a good discussion... BAH I'm done.

Tuesday, November 11, 2003

*sigh* someone should really tell Zamberlin that we've been able to use passe compose and imparfait for 3 years now. We don't need her to whip it into us again.

I'm 17 on Friday! You hear that, Galleria lady??? That's right, I won't need buy any more Under the Tuscan Sun tickets from YOU to see a rated R movie, I can go LEGIT! HA! HA! HA! The day is mine!

some folks say there ain't no bears in arkansas...

Sunday, November 02, 2003

So Much To Talk About!

I apologize for the lack of posts recently, but I've been pretty busy. Let's see... school Wednesday and Thursday was pretty uneventful. Thursday evening I went over to Kalei Mulhollands house to make popcorn balls and cupcakes for Halloween, and then we met up with Lisa Bridge and went costume shopping! I was Zorro.

Friday I found out that most of my grades aren't quite as horrible as I thought they were, though they're still in the gutter. Friday evening was Halloween!!! I spent the night with Kalei and Max DeMent and that whole bunch, and we went down to the deserted Seattle waterfront to get clam chowder in our costumes. We also watched a few Halloween movies and Michael Jackson music videos, and ate candy and popcorn balls.

Saturday! was boring until the evening, when me, Matt, Dbab, Bert, and the Interlakers met up to drive into Seattle. We split up into two cars (me and Bert) and aimed to meet at the Broadway Dicks. Of course, nothing (especially nothing involving the Broadway Dicks) goes as planned. My car arrived in good time, but 10 minutes after arriving Alex Song calls to tell us that they're lost. Very, very, lost. So lost that they don't know which side of the freeway they're on, nor where Seattle is at all. In the end I made them park on the side of the road, and we drove down to find them.... they had ended up on 23rd in the Central District. Somehow.

When all of us finally arrived at Dicks, the fun really began. A guy came up to ask us for change, and Matt shook his head and halfsuggested that none of us give him money. Bert gave him a quarter, and the guy then proceeded to jump up into Matts face and get very very pissed off. I'm sorry Matt, but it was amusing. While on Broadway we checked out the Metro, where they sell several chainmail bikinis, and we almost got Alex to try one on.

Alex then took us to Rado, and Robert suffered a nervous breakdown. You see, at Rado they sell such fun items as a Cat of Nine Tails, bottles of lube, assless chaps, and other unmentionables. Needless to say, it was intense.

At this point we decided to head over to Bellevue, and on the way we lost Matt, Bert, and Alex (not lost lost, but leaving lost). Eventually we ended up at some random guys apartment. The two guys already there spent the evening shooting each other and a cat with BB guns. Needless to say we didn't stay very long. In fact, I was home by 12:30... probably the earlist I've been home on a Saturday night so far this year.

Anyways, I've gotta go do the laundry, but maybe I'll post more later.