10/28:
assignment for ap lit, imitate hamlet's to be or not to be soliloque.
To love, or not to love: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to wonder
What a man thinks of oneself, good or bad,
Or to risk the downfall of one's own soul
If thy thoughts should falter? To love: to fall,
And in doing so to give all one has
For the benefit of one single being
For no certain return. To love, to fall;
To fall: perchance to break: ay, there's the rub;
For in that fall for love, what harm may come
When one has entrusted everything owned
Simply to hope for a love in reply.
When nothing is assuréd in the heart,
Thou must choose to put thy heart on the line.
To exist in pure speculation for
What may have occurred if thou had jumpéd,
Only for the hope that one may be catched,
Is to exist without purpose. Thou ought
To feel the delights of love before death,
Or life, 'twill be wasted in the utmost.
Never to face the happiness which is
The companion of emotion well spent
Is that which plagues our existence in ways
No other occurrence can. 'Tis the truth
That one's fate may be sealéd with one kiss;
One kiss which may linger on thy lips and
In thy head for eternity. For what?
For the notion that one's life does matter.
'Tis the belief of Sir Francis Edwards
That all's fair in love and war; and 'tis true,
For to love without restraint, with full force
And total trust is the fairest quality
Which one could hope to contain in one's life.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
10/25 scifi
10/4 - 10/22:
topic given-
"time for a science fiction or scary story, one that grabs your reader's attention and holds it with a well-crafted plot and engaging characters, and perhaps some heart-pounding suspense! this one should evoke emotion as well, whether it be fear, excitement, remorse, or any others. also, you must include one passage word for word (more or less)(this paragraph has *s around it)"
Along the winding road making its way to my house there appeared a formation of white rocks on the side of the mountain. It was absent one night, and the next day present. We joked that aliens had made it, as if they were rock crop circles. The design was simple- just one horizontal line of all white rocks parallel to the street, almost as if they had fallen there by chance, but too many of them for it to be merely coincidence. A few months later, after the line of rocks had remained unchanged, we found a surprise on the way to school.
“It’s the aliens! They’re playing games with us!” we said as we looked at the new formation before us. This time there were three concentric circles placed with a vertical line through them pointing towards the road. There was no chance that this discovery was purely happenstance as the other could possibly have been. Rocks do not fall into place in a way such as these had. Since the property was known to not belong to any one person, and as it was quite a ways away from any houses, we all wondered who would have taken the time to arrange these white rocks on the hillside.
This is where I came in. I am Edgar Johansson- no comments on my name, please. Twelve years of schooling has more than taught me of its obscurity. But aside from my name I’m average, I’m normal, I swear. I observed this arrangement changing but did not think anything more of it than I am sure you are thinking now- just some loner with too much time on his hands or something of the sort…
I was driving home one night from a party. It had run late, and on top of that, I had been named designated driver for the night, having to drive four others home in my white Nissan Maxima before making my way to my own house. It was late, about four in the morning. My parents were out of town and I had self-proclaimed curfew of six o’clock, so I was actually early by my standards. I was driving in the middle of the already sparsely traveled road, made only more vacant by the time of the evening, while Aerosmith played on the radio. My voice quavered with the volume I asked of it. As I went around one of the road’s many curves, the radio gradually went to fuzz and my song could be clearly heard, but only by my ears as far as I was concerned. I neared the white stones on the hill, and from the far reaches of my brights, could barely make out two figures next to the road. I slowed down and ceased my singing as I steered my car to the right, proper side, of the street. I was careful to avoid these people, or deer, or coyotes, or whatever they were. I turned off my brights, but even as my car got closer to this spot, the bodies did not become clearer. I still found myself squinting to see what creatures I had come upon. I soon saw their standing on two legs, clearly people. I observed them both in a semi-crouched position and guessed that, given their location, they were rearranging the rocks, and had possibly been the culprits all along. So much for the aliens. Though I am not a superstitious man, I must admit I had gotten joy out of the unknown act of these changing rocks. I was somewhat disappointed at the revelation of this mystery.
I was by no means interested in going home as I was very much awake after my busy night. I was certainly not looking forward to getting reacquainted with my lonely bed. I stopped at the side of the road opposite these rocks and their movers, hoping to lend a hand, or at least congratulate their covertness. My turning off the car did not seem to phase them- they were obviously determined to finish this task. I opened my car door. I walked up to them, my footsteps loud against the road’s gravel. “Hey,” I said, but with no response. Their hands remained on the glowing white stones, switching and trading them any way they pleased. “HEY!” I said louder, sure they could only ignore my presence for so long. Still, no change was made in their actions. Finally I was standing only about two feet behind them, our bodies forming a small triangle. If I had reached out arms, I could easily touch both of them. They still had yet to even acknowledge my existence. I put my right hand on the shoulder of the man to my right. Though I was sure I had made my attendance quite clear, this action startled him. He quickly turned his upper body around and towards me, as did his partner at the same moment. These unexpected movements after none whatsoever surprised me, but not more than the sight of their faces, or I guess I should say their lack of faces. You read that right- no eyes, no nose, no mouth to speak of (no pun intended). There were simply round white spheres sitting atop their very dark bodies. They were not even wearing clothes, I now noticed. They were just black with what seemed to be black hoods covering their blazing heads. I jumped back and stumbled to the street as my foot snagged on the curbside. I was frightened as to how these creatures would react to my fall, but again they surprised me. They went back to their work as if nothing had happened. For the first time I glanced at the white rocks they had been paying such careful attention to. “TELL NO ONE” they clearly spelled out.
By writing this down as opposed to speaking it aloud, I hope to prevent any of the consequences that may have been imposed on me by my seeing these words in the rocks. However, I am, of course, unsure of their meaning. But anyways, after reading these words, the creatures again began to rearrange the stones, this time to gradually form a large square with an ‘X’ inside, its points reaching the corners of the square. If you have been so kind as to believe my words thus far, I ask you to stay with me for the next part of my story. I assure you, my words are my truth. This next act of building the square of rocks was accomplished with great haste. At its completion, these figures, our aliens, disappeared. They stood up straight from their crouched positions and just vanished, making me ponder the validity of what I just witnessed.
I have followed their wishes, or rather their warning, whichever it was meant to mean. I have told no one, as I believe it is what has kept me alive this long, but my mind has not been right since this event. I constantly glue my eyes to the hillside where the same square sits, as it has, untouched, for the past three years. My siblings and parents marveled at the new found design when it appeared lo those many years ago, but it only brought me fear when I laid my eyes on it.
I ask the reader of this letter not to fret, but also to stay silent on this mater. I would rather suffer the results of my telling this a hundred times than endure the thoughts of your suffering. Thank you for reading, it is appreciated.
With hope,
Edgar.
She read these words with fear in her heart. He had died only a week ago. This letter had fallen into her possession so ironically. She had merely shaken out the sheets from the guest bedroom and found this piece of paper floating out from its creases. So many thoughts rushed through her head- how long this now-yellowing letter had been hidden! Had anyone else read it? She had little doubt it was real as Edgar had not been one to fictionalize events. And he had told her of these stones, though obviously not to this extent. What should she do? Would anyone else believe this text as she had, were she to tell them? Or should she take heed to his warning?
Mrs. Johansson sat on the bed waiting for solutions to these questions that would never come. She lay down, wrapped herself up in the note’s home, and fell asleep. These thoughts must have exhausted her, for she did not wake for several hours. When she did, she quickly checked her clutched hand for the letter, and found it slightly more wrinkled than it had been from her tight grasp, but nonetheless real, signed with her late husband’s first name.
All the recent occurrences were too much to handle. She needed to get away, but she wanted to be near someone that would understand everything that was going on. She booked a flight to New Hampshire where her brother-in-law lived- Edgar’s brother, his best friend. She would tell him everything, disregarding the possible consequences, for the sake of knowing she was maybe not so alone in her beliefs. She had to get out of her house, so she walked down to the water only a few blocks away. *She wandered along the shore, her feet squishing deliciously in the sand. The puzzling events of the day behind her, she let her thoughts wander to a more comfortable place. This weekend she would board a plane for New Hampshire and leave the death of her husband behind, if only for a short time. she was lost in the music of the surf and contemplating the new adventure ahead of her when, without warning, the hairs on the back of her neck prickled and her heart began to pound. She turned around* and saw the simple white rocks she so feared behind her… “TELL NO ONE” they clearly spelled out.
long-awaited. sorry for not posting. busy life. hope you enjoyed. love always.
topic given-
"time for a science fiction or scary story, one that grabs your reader's attention and holds it with a well-crafted plot and engaging characters, and perhaps some heart-pounding suspense! this one should evoke emotion as well, whether it be fear, excitement, remorse, or any others. also, you must include one passage word for word (more or less)(this paragraph has *s around it)"
Along the winding road making its way to my house there appeared a formation of white rocks on the side of the mountain. It was absent one night, and the next day present. We joked that aliens had made it, as if they were rock crop circles. The design was simple- just one horizontal line of all white rocks parallel to the street, almost as if they had fallen there by chance, but too many of them for it to be merely coincidence. A few months later, after the line of rocks had remained unchanged, we found a surprise on the way to school.
“It’s the aliens! They’re playing games with us!” we said as we looked at the new formation before us. This time there were three concentric circles placed with a vertical line through them pointing towards the road. There was no chance that this discovery was purely happenstance as the other could possibly have been. Rocks do not fall into place in a way such as these had. Since the property was known to not belong to any one person, and as it was quite a ways away from any houses, we all wondered who would have taken the time to arrange these white rocks on the hillside.
This is where I came in. I am Edgar Johansson- no comments on my name, please. Twelve years of schooling has more than taught me of its obscurity. But aside from my name I’m average, I’m normal, I swear. I observed this arrangement changing but did not think anything more of it than I am sure you are thinking now- just some loner with too much time on his hands or something of the sort…
I was driving home one night from a party. It had run late, and on top of that, I had been named designated driver for the night, having to drive four others home in my white Nissan Maxima before making my way to my own house. It was late, about four in the morning. My parents were out of town and I had self-proclaimed curfew of six o’clock, so I was actually early by my standards. I was driving in the middle of the already sparsely traveled road, made only more vacant by the time of the evening, while Aerosmith played on the radio. My voice quavered with the volume I asked of it. As I went around one of the road’s many curves, the radio gradually went to fuzz and my song could be clearly heard, but only by my ears as far as I was concerned. I neared the white stones on the hill, and from the far reaches of my brights, could barely make out two figures next to the road. I slowed down and ceased my singing as I steered my car to the right, proper side, of the street. I was careful to avoid these people, or deer, or coyotes, or whatever they were. I turned off my brights, but even as my car got closer to this spot, the bodies did not become clearer. I still found myself squinting to see what creatures I had come upon. I soon saw their standing on two legs, clearly people. I observed them both in a semi-crouched position and guessed that, given their location, they were rearranging the rocks, and had possibly been the culprits all along. So much for the aliens. Though I am not a superstitious man, I must admit I had gotten joy out of the unknown act of these changing rocks. I was somewhat disappointed at the revelation of this mystery.
I was by no means interested in going home as I was very much awake after my busy night. I was certainly not looking forward to getting reacquainted with my lonely bed. I stopped at the side of the road opposite these rocks and their movers, hoping to lend a hand, or at least congratulate their covertness. My turning off the car did not seem to phase them- they were obviously determined to finish this task. I opened my car door. I walked up to them, my footsteps loud against the road’s gravel. “Hey,” I said, but with no response. Their hands remained on the glowing white stones, switching and trading them any way they pleased. “HEY!” I said louder, sure they could only ignore my presence for so long. Still, no change was made in their actions. Finally I was standing only about two feet behind them, our bodies forming a small triangle. If I had reached out arms, I could easily touch both of them. They still had yet to even acknowledge my existence. I put my right hand on the shoulder of the man to my right. Though I was sure I had made my attendance quite clear, this action startled him. He quickly turned his upper body around and towards me, as did his partner at the same moment. These unexpected movements after none whatsoever surprised me, but not more than the sight of their faces, or I guess I should say their lack of faces. You read that right- no eyes, no nose, no mouth to speak of (no pun intended). There were simply round white spheres sitting atop their very dark bodies. They were not even wearing clothes, I now noticed. They were just black with what seemed to be black hoods covering their blazing heads. I jumped back and stumbled to the street as my foot snagged on the curbside. I was frightened as to how these creatures would react to my fall, but again they surprised me. They went back to their work as if nothing had happened. For the first time I glanced at the white rocks they had been paying such careful attention to. “TELL NO ONE” they clearly spelled out.
By writing this down as opposed to speaking it aloud, I hope to prevent any of the consequences that may have been imposed on me by my seeing these words in the rocks. However, I am, of course, unsure of their meaning. But anyways, after reading these words, the creatures again began to rearrange the stones, this time to gradually form a large square with an ‘X’ inside, its points reaching the corners of the square. If you have been so kind as to believe my words thus far, I ask you to stay with me for the next part of my story. I assure you, my words are my truth. This next act of building the square of rocks was accomplished with great haste. At its completion, these figures, our aliens, disappeared. They stood up straight from their crouched positions and just vanished, making me ponder the validity of what I just witnessed.
I have followed their wishes, or rather their warning, whichever it was meant to mean. I have told no one, as I believe it is what has kept me alive this long, but my mind has not been right since this event. I constantly glue my eyes to the hillside where the same square sits, as it has, untouched, for the past three years. My siblings and parents marveled at the new found design when it appeared lo those many years ago, but it only brought me fear when I laid my eyes on it.
I ask the reader of this letter not to fret, but also to stay silent on this mater. I would rather suffer the results of my telling this a hundred times than endure the thoughts of your suffering. Thank you for reading, it is appreciated.
With hope,
Edgar.
She read these words with fear in her heart. He had died only a week ago. This letter had fallen into her possession so ironically. She had merely shaken out the sheets from the guest bedroom and found this piece of paper floating out from its creases. So many thoughts rushed through her head- how long this now-yellowing letter had been hidden! Had anyone else read it? She had little doubt it was real as Edgar had not been one to fictionalize events. And he had told her of these stones, though obviously not to this extent. What should she do? Would anyone else believe this text as she had, were she to tell them? Or should she take heed to his warning?
Mrs. Johansson sat on the bed waiting for solutions to these questions that would never come. She lay down, wrapped herself up in the note’s home, and fell asleep. These thoughts must have exhausted her, for she did not wake for several hours. When she did, she quickly checked her clutched hand for the letter, and found it slightly more wrinkled than it had been from her tight grasp, but nonetheless real, signed with her late husband’s first name.
All the recent occurrences were too much to handle. She needed to get away, but she wanted to be near someone that would understand everything that was going on. She booked a flight to New Hampshire where her brother-in-law lived- Edgar’s brother, his best friend. She would tell him everything, disregarding the possible consequences, for the sake of knowing she was maybe not so alone in her beliefs. She had to get out of her house, so she walked down to the water only a few blocks away. *She wandered along the shore, her feet squishing deliciously in the sand. The puzzling events of the day behind her, she let her thoughts wander to a more comfortable place. This weekend she would board a plane for New Hampshire and leave the death of her husband behind, if only for a short time. she was lost in the music of the surf and contemplating the new adventure ahead of her when, without warning, the hairs on the back of her neck prickled and her heart began to pound. She turned around* and saw the simple white rocks she so feared behind her… “TELL NO ONE” they clearly spelled out.
long-awaited. sorry for not posting. busy life. hope you enjoyed. love always.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
10/6
as of 10/6
just for fun
1. Who were you with last night?
i had a tennis match. so everyone that was there. then came home and was with the fam, and studying for sats (i know it didn't ask what i was doing. this is how i answer questions).
2. What woke you up this morning?
my dad opening up my door. my alarm is set to go off mon-fri as default, so it doesn't wake me up when it's accidentally set on the weekends. bummer it's a saturday. but i still had time and wasn't rushed.
3. Where are you?
comp room. we now have 3 computers in my house (my sis's laptop was added), and i still only use this.
4. Is tomorrow going to be a good day?
tomorrow will hopefully be great. i will wake up leisurely, eat breakfast with my family, go on a hike with joshua and then go out to lunch with him. we will probably hang out the rest of the day, and then he will drop me off and i will pack for my kairos week long retreat next week.
Did you kiss or hug anyone today?
..yes. :)
6. When was the last time you cried?
AW! last person that posted this: "i dunno, i feel like crying right now" sad... i don't. um, i cried myself to sleep last night. felt better after waking up though. like alyssa said once, "i hope when you wake up you forget how you fell asleep"... well i did. and it was a lot happier.
-The PAST-
7. Ever thrown up in public?
at the ER in the waiting room before getting my kidney stones checked out. hadn't thrown up in literally like 12 years. but that night was disgusting... you needed to know that.
8. Passed out because of alcohol?
hi.
9. What's on your mind RIGHT NOW?
my eyes are burning. i think cuz i yawned so they're watery, and now i'm staring at a too bright comp screen. but also maybe because i never take my contacts out at night and these are the ones i've had for like 3+ months and you're supposed to change them monthly...
10. Would you take a bullet for anyone?
yeah. i seriously would. i'd much rather die than live knowing i could've done something to prevent someone's death. not anyone, but a few people.
11. Where would you like to live?
i love it here. if i grew up and could live anywhere, here would be great. i really believe that. but i don't know. it's hard to think about. joshua asked me that the other night. and i think if i had the money and the willingness to live anywhere, i'd have a few houses, sort of like get-aways.
12. What kind of home would you like?
a house. a nice one. which doesn't mean big. i think i have a nice house but it's not big. something like it.
13. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
graduating college. probably applying for graduate school. doing everything i'm doing now over again. go life.
- IN GENERAL -
16. When was the last time you fell over / ran into something?
ran into a desk on the way down the steps in the sat today. i don't think anyone noticed.
17. Do you listen to music everyday
yes, in some way shape or form, yes. tonight on the way home in joshua's car it was tv on the radio, turned way way up so he could hear the bass, which i hear was spectacular, and then jack johnson. reminded me of old times. lovely.
18. What was the last thing you ate?
spaghetti. and meat sauce. and texas toast (garlic bread that is amazing). and salad with good ranch dressing. and corn tortilla chips. his mom is so good at making things taste good.
19. Are you a fast typist?
i was typing something after school a few days ago. and i saw out of the corner of my eye kristina looking at me. and after a few minutes she was like "you type so fast."
20. About how many people have you liked?
ha. 50? i tend to count people in my class and life that i HAVEN'T liked. the list is shorter. (but that counts like 5 minute periods when i have a conversation with someone and think they're amazing, even just momentarily.) i'm no slut.
21. What are you doing this weekend?
today i woke up early to take the sat subject tests. then went over to joshua's. hung out. er. fell asleep. ate good food then got dropped off at home.
22. Whats your favorite type of pop?
diet coke. hi.
23. Whats your LEAST favorite pop?
dr pepper (not root beer, as recently decided, because it can be made into floats).
24. Have you ever won an award?
yeah i actually just got a letter in the mail saying i'm an AP scholar for getting 3s+ on 3 AP tests. go me. (that's not all..)
26. Are you listening to music right now?
no. i'm trying to be quiet.
27. Whats a quote that you love?
we need to talk about this. because i need to think of a yearbook quote. i have a few options (since they have to be yearbooky, not love-y etc):
"do what you will, always walk where you like your steps, do as you please (i'll back you up)" -dave matthews
"remember everything when only memory remains" -counting crows
"and we'll laugh and toast to nothing" -ani difranco
"have heart, my dear, we're bound to be afraid" -snow patrol
"am i right side up or upside down, is this real or am i dreaming?" -dave matthews
that's all i got so far. if you have other options, tell me.
28. How long 'til your birthday?
"do we have any movies jackie can watch?" "oh, you rented movies?" "oh, they're all R" "i'm almost EIGHTteen."
29. When were you the saddest in your whole life?
oh wow. um. SAD. not just crying. 2 januarys ago stands out in my mind. otherwise i can't really think.
30. What time is it?
10:28pm
31. What time do you want it to be?
i'm fine, thanks.
32. What makes you mad?
stress. and college. and i just got told to go to bed so these shall be shorter i suppose.
LACK OF TIME.
33. Have you ever had a song written about you?
yes. actually. :) but no words. just greatness.
34. What song makes you happy?
there are a lot. a lot a lot. that's crystal baller and dreamgirl.
35. What do you like to listen to before you go to bed?
i'll back you up and halfway home. used to be every night. but now just my thoughts. and lots of them.
36. Do you have a job?
no thanks.
37. Do you shower before bed or the next morning?
in the morning. "the next morning." the next one.
38. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
i'd love to be white. stay whole for as long as possible.
39. What makes you happy?
people who care. and being held rocks.
40. Whats the next CD you're gonna get?
i don't get cd's... a mix! yes. probably a mix (the "from who" part yet to be determined).
41. Name 3 of your favorite songs?
of your. not just your favorite. um. run by snow patrol. several ways to die trying by snow patrol. and 0% interest by jason mraz.
42. Do you have a crush on anyone right now?
hellsyes.
43. Are you taller than your sibling(s)?
tallest of the girls. for the first time ever. phil can beat me, i'm ok with that.
like i said, just because. was sent to alyssa, but answers were changed slightly for your viewing pleasure. love always.
just for fun
1. Who were you with last night?
i had a tennis match. so everyone that was there. then came home and was with the fam, and studying for sats (i know it didn't ask what i was doing. this is how i answer questions).
2. What woke you up this morning?
my dad opening up my door. my alarm is set to go off mon-fri as default, so it doesn't wake me up when it's accidentally set on the weekends. bummer it's a saturday. but i still had time and wasn't rushed.
3. Where are you?
comp room. we now have 3 computers in my house (my sis's laptop was added), and i still only use this.
4. Is tomorrow going to be a good day?
tomorrow will hopefully be great. i will wake up leisurely, eat breakfast with my family, go on a hike with joshua and then go out to lunch with him. we will probably hang out the rest of the day, and then he will drop me off and i will pack for my kairos week long retreat next week.
Did you kiss or hug anyone today?
..yes. :)
6. When was the last time you cried?
AW! last person that posted this: "i dunno, i feel like crying right now" sad... i don't. um, i cried myself to sleep last night. felt better after waking up though. like alyssa said once, "i hope when you wake up you forget how you fell asleep"... well i did. and it was a lot happier.
-The PAST-
7. Ever thrown up in public?
at the ER in the waiting room before getting my kidney stones checked out. hadn't thrown up in literally like 12 years. but that night was disgusting... you needed to know that.
8. Passed out because of alcohol?
hi.
9. What's on your mind RIGHT NOW?
my eyes are burning. i think cuz i yawned so they're watery, and now i'm staring at a too bright comp screen. but also maybe because i never take my contacts out at night and these are the ones i've had for like 3+ months and you're supposed to change them monthly...
10. Would you take a bullet for anyone?
yeah. i seriously would. i'd much rather die than live knowing i could've done something to prevent someone's death. not anyone, but a few people.
11. Where would you like to live?
i love it here. if i grew up and could live anywhere, here would be great. i really believe that. but i don't know. it's hard to think about. joshua asked me that the other night. and i think if i had the money and the willingness to live anywhere, i'd have a few houses, sort of like get-aways.
12. What kind of home would you like?
a house. a nice one. which doesn't mean big. i think i have a nice house but it's not big. something like it.
13. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
graduating college. probably applying for graduate school. doing everything i'm doing now over again. go life.
- IN GENERAL -
16. When was the last time you fell over / ran into something?
ran into a desk on the way down the steps in the sat today. i don't think anyone noticed.
17. Do you listen to music everyday
yes, in some way shape or form, yes. tonight on the way home in joshua's car it was tv on the radio, turned way way up so he could hear the bass, which i hear was spectacular, and then jack johnson. reminded me of old times. lovely.
18. What was the last thing you ate?
spaghetti. and meat sauce. and texas toast (garlic bread that is amazing). and salad with good ranch dressing. and corn tortilla chips. his mom is so good at making things taste good.
19. Are you a fast typist?
i was typing something after school a few days ago. and i saw out of the corner of my eye kristina looking at me. and after a few minutes she was like "you type so fast."
20. About how many people have you liked?
ha. 50? i tend to count people in my class and life that i HAVEN'T liked. the list is shorter. (but that counts like 5 minute periods when i have a conversation with someone and think they're amazing, even just momentarily.) i'm no slut.
21. What are you doing this weekend?
today i woke up early to take the sat subject tests. then went over to joshua's. hung out. er. fell asleep. ate good food then got dropped off at home.
22. Whats your favorite type of pop?
diet coke. hi.
23. Whats your LEAST favorite pop?
dr pepper (not root beer, as recently decided, because it can be made into floats).
24. Have you ever won an award?
yeah i actually just got a letter in the mail saying i'm an AP scholar for getting 3s+ on 3 AP tests. go me. (that's not all..)
26. Are you listening to music right now?
no. i'm trying to be quiet.
27. Whats a quote that you love?
we need to talk about this. because i need to think of a yearbook quote. i have a few options (since they have to be yearbooky, not love-y etc):
"do what you will, always walk where you like your steps, do as you please (i'll back you up)" -dave matthews
"remember everything when only memory remains" -counting crows
"and we'll laugh and toast to nothing" -ani difranco
"have heart, my dear, we're bound to be afraid" -snow patrol
"am i right side up or upside down, is this real or am i dreaming?" -dave matthews
that's all i got so far. if you have other options, tell me.
28. How long 'til your birthday?
"do we have any movies jackie can watch?" "oh, you rented movies?" "oh, they're all R" "i'm almost EIGHTteen."
29. When were you the saddest in your whole life?
oh wow. um. SAD. not just crying. 2 januarys ago stands out in my mind. otherwise i can't really think.
30. What time is it?
10:28pm
31. What time do you want it to be?
i'm fine, thanks.
32. What makes you mad?
stress. and college. and i just got told to go to bed so these shall be shorter i suppose.
LACK OF TIME.
33. Have you ever had a song written about you?
yes. actually. :) but no words. just greatness.
34. What song makes you happy?
there are a lot. a lot a lot. that's crystal baller and dreamgirl.
35. What do you like to listen to before you go to bed?
i'll back you up and halfway home. used to be every night. but now just my thoughts. and lots of them.
36. Do you have a job?
no thanks.
37. Do you shower before bed or the next morning?
in the morning. "the next morning." the next one.
38. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
i'd love to be white. stay whole for as long as possible.
39. What makes you happy?
people who care. and being held rocks.
40. Whats the next CD you're gonna get?
i don't get cd's... a mix! yes. probably a mix (the "from who" part yet to be determined).
41. Name 3 of your favorite songs?
of your. not just your favorite. um. run by snow patrol. several ways to die trying by snow patrol. and 0% interest by jason mraz.
42. Do you have a crush on anyone right now?
hellsyes.
43. Are you taller than your sibling(s)?
tallest of the girls. for the first time ever. phil can beat me, i'm ok with that.
like i said, just because. was sent to alyssa, but answers were changed slightly for your viewing pleasure. love always.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
10/2 rekindling
10/2
i wasn't in school for creative writing today because i left for tennis. but today was a good day. in physics we're doing this lab. i'm in a group with two guys, one of which i've recently become really good friends with, the other of which i haven't talked to much at all this year or last year, but have always wanted to be closer with. i want to talk about the latter (ladder). sophomore year me and him seriously became best friends. originally (as it seems to happen often) while he was asking for advice to get with a friend of mine. we got to the point where we would email back and forth about 20 times a day. literally. i had a folder on my computer of only emails from him. i didn't LIKE him like him (if you know what i mean), but i started to. and i guess he did too. so of course, once being TOGETHER for real became a possibility, the friendship broke up. it sucked. i remember hating it. my friend definitely didn't like him. and i did. we were best friends though. and last year, i MIGHT have had one conversation with him. the whole year. it's weird how things change so fast.
it was great being his partner today. it was so relaxed, and we were laughing and having the same sense of humor as we used to. and i remembered why we used to be friends. so i decided to talk to him online tonight, at first just asking something about said physics lab. but then i started really talking.
"we used to be best friends"
"yeah"
"i liked being in your group today. last year we didn't talk at all."
"yeah that was lame"
"i'm sorry"
"me too"
"can we be friends again? i'm all for the you-me-him lab group in physics."
"sure. that'd be fun."
hopefully that's for real. because i meant it when i said it.
it's senior year. no regrets.
i wasn't in school for creative writing today because i left for tennis. but today was a good day. in physics we're doing this lab. i'm in a group with two guys, one of which i've recently become really good friends with, the other of which i haven't talked to much at all this year or last year, but have always wanted to be closer with. i want to talk about the latter (ladder). sophomore year me and him seriously became best friends. originally (as it seems to happen often) while he was asking for advice to get with a friend of mine. we got to the point where we would email back and forth about 20 times a day. literally. i had a folder on my computer of only emails from him. i didn't LIKE him like him (if you know what i mean), but i started to. and i guess he did too. so of course, once being TOGETHER for real became a possibility, the friendship broke up. it sucked. i remember hating it. my friend definitely didn't like him. and i did. we were best friends though. and last year, i MIGHT have had one conversation with him. the whole year. it's weird how things change so fast.
it was great being his partner today. it was so relaxed, and we were laughing and having the same sense of humor as we used to. and i remembered why we used to be friends. so i decided to talk to him online tonight, at first just asking something about said physics lab. but then i started really talking.
"we used to be best friends"
"yeah"
"i liked being in your group today. last year we didn't talk at all."
"yeah that was lame"
"i'm sorry"
"me too"
"can we be friends again? i'm all for the you-me-him lab group in physics."
"sure. that'd be fun."
hopefully that's for real. because i meant it when i said it.
it's senior year. no regrets.
Monday, October 1, 2007
10/1 showers
10/1:
topic given- 'what scares you?'
Whenever I walk into a foreign bathroom, my body tenses up if the shower curtain is closed and not see-through. I must open it before going to the bathroom, for fear of someone being stationed behind the curtain, only waiting to make a sneak attack on the unsuspecting victim- me. The method behind leaving the shower curtain closed is clear- to make it seem like the household is kept clean, or at least cleanER. But this seems a small price to pay for the possibility (probability?) of a predator lurking in the tub. After opening the curtain, or looking behind it, every time I enter a closed-curtained bathroom, I ask myself what I would have done had there actually been some creepy, middle-aged male with five o'clock shadow waiting behind, surely grasping a blood-covered knife in his dry hands. An answer has yet to be formulated.
I have clear glass doors on my shower.
(though true, this isn't meant to be a serious piece... in case you didn't catch that...)
topic given- 'what scares you?'
Whenever I walk into a foreign bathroom, my body tenses up if the shower curtain is closed and not see-through. I must open it before going to the bathroom, for fear of someone being stationed behind the curtain, only waiting to make a sneak attack on the unsuspecting victim- me. The method behind leaving the shower curtain closed is clear- to make it seem like the household is kept clean, or at least cleanER. But this seems a small price to pay for the possibility (probability?) of a predator lurking in the tub. After opening the curtain, or looking behind it, every time I enter a closed-curtained bathroom, I ask myself what I would have done had there actually been some creepy, middle-aged male with five o'clock shadow waiting behind, surely grasping a blood-covered knife in his dry hands. An answer has yet to be formulated.
I have clear glass doors on my shower.
(though true, this isn't meant to be a serious piece... in case you didn't catch that...)
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