Currently Reading The Undomestic Goddess By Sophie Kinsella see related

My life feels all whirlwind like. All these people and all these things and all these deadlines and papers and forms I have to write my social security number on... and I don't think I'm going to remember much by the end of the year.

Because that's what happens when things get crazy. You feel like you're accomplishing so much, but after you get a second to sit down and think about it... you are too tired and just forget. And sleep.

Last night Dani came over, which is/was/is always a pleasure. We did physics homework with my dad. I actually semi-understand friction problems now. Our physics teacher, ah, such a funny man. I think he got stuck with the class by no choice of his own... he started out the year with, "Well, I have a biology major, a chemistry minor. I really did not take many classes concerning physics in college... but I have a great appreciation for it." Warning, warning : uh-oh. He tries very very hard, but, it's like the blind leading the blind. He keeps trying to explain sin, cos, and tan to us. SohCahToa, SohCahToa, right? right? RIGHT? Right. Now how do I draw this problem??? SohCahToa. Right. Anyway, it is amazing I do not have a low B in the class... I should... but, due to the incredible curve (incredible :p), I have a 98.

We then watched Gilmore Girls, because, that is the best show on the planet.

And then we read. Oh, did we read. And laughed. Letters are such a forgotten amusement.

Dani made a very remarkable revelation to me concering American culture (she is Canadian, she will frequently remind you of that, so, she is the perfect observer). We, as Americans, view life as a race. That is why we have so many problems. We value money and status, rather than relationships. We take pride in numbers, rather than quality. Europeans (she says... don't bite me) are not like this. They have time to stop and chat in the road, linger and talk to a stranger... why? Because that is what they value.

Interesting.

Today was interesting. We got to school, and Bobby realized he left his backpack at home, so I had to turn around and drive home for him to get it. He apologized profusely for making us late... although, I didn't really care. My first hour class is Spanish and for the first fifteen minutes of the class, all Mrs. Egerdahl does is talk about her hormones. Or hot flashes. Or, oh my goodness, it was a late night, yes, late night, yes, let's just try to make it through this class boys and girls... and the day... and week... and month... oh, well, this whole winter... and, uh, let's just get this school year over with... and ah, won't heaven be nice? That is the first fifteen minutes of Spanish class. Sure enough, I walk in ten minutes late and we have yet to begin anything.

This weekend is the fall social, my last fall social. Fall social = event in gym where girls put on makeup and dresses and walk around for two hours complimenting eachother on their makeup and dresses (you look so pretty, no you look so pretty!) while guys spend money on tickets, corsages, pictures, after party stuff, and suits for their dates... and they stand around. Looking stupid. Eating a roll, or two.

I cannot wait :-p

I told Cara, Josh and I must sit with you and Caleb... because, I cannot just sit with his friends. I need a girl, a buffer, whatever. She says he'll sit wherever I sit, which seems oddly controlling to me... but hey, I'll take it.

I really like this Illinoise, Sufjan Stevens song. It's all folksy sounding.

Currently Listening Details By Frou Frou see related

I stole this from shane_y2

10 years ago I was: 7 years old. I wonderful time -- I was in second grade with Mr. Sayre. Mr. Sayre was the eccentric, young bachelor who made all the kids who day-dreamed in class do the "honolulu dance" because they were in "la la land." *sighs*

5 years ago I was: 12 year olds. Honestly, who actually has pleasant memories of 12-13-14 years old. I remember a lot of things, none of which were pleasant. I was very lonely and depressed and I just needed to get through puberty in one piece.

1 year ago I was: 16 years old. I was in 11th grade, and I had a great year... I got closer to most of the people in my class.

Now: 17 and a senior in high school. I have amazing friends who care about me and listen to me and ahh... I cannot even begin to describe it. I am yearbook editor and class secretary... the former I had been working toward for 2 years... the latter just kind of fell into my lap, but makes me feel important, so I talk about it.

5 snacks I enjoy: peanut butter, chocolate, muffin tops (because, the bottoms just aren't that great), apples, and *thinks* ooh, chocolate brownie walnuts.

5 songs I know all the words to: "Missing Person" - Michael W. Smith, "Shh" - Frou Frou, "Ana's Song" - Silverchair, "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant - Billy Joel", "Message in a Bottle" - the Police. My goal in life, though, is to learn all the lyrics to "We Didn't Start the Fire." I'm working on it.

5 things I would do with a million dollars: In a perfect world without taxes (not that that would be a perfect world, because then there'd be no government... which would lead to craziness, but yes).. first off, I would go to Wheaton... that would cost me about 100,000 dollars. I would then proceed to buy a nice house for, eh... 150,000 dollars. A car, 25,000. A trip (first class) to England, Ireland, Scotland, and Italy 20,000. That would leave me with about 700,000. I would give away about 40 percent of that and then save the 60 percent.

5 places I would run away to: Ireland, New York, England, Dani's barn, our shed.

5 things I would never wear: Hot Topic stuff, shirts that say things like "sweetheart" or "super hot" or "I secretly make out with your boyfriend," gaucho pants, toe socks (atleast, not in public), and... erm... *thinks* am at a loss.

5 favorite TV shows: Gilmore Girls (!!), America's Next Top Model, Seinfeld, Out of Ireland,  English parliament on CSPAN on Sunday evenings (just kidding :p - kind of).

5 bad habits: Am easily overwhelmed, stressed, intimidated... I also drink coffee daily and read brainless fashion magazines.

5 biggest joys: autumn, reading, friends, family, rain

5 favorite toys: jump rope, umm... computer? I don't know to tell the truth. That's all I can think of.

5 fictional characters I would date: Mr. Darcy!!! Both the P&P version and the BJD version. Dean Forester on Gilmore Girls. The prince on the Princess and the Pauper (ooh, yaye, Barbie). Tom Hanks in You've Got Mail.

Currently Reading Madame Bovary By Gustave Flaubert see related

Okay, so, two in a row. Why not? This is for Suli's benefit, yaye, and I'm not in the mood to update my livejournal.

So, last night was Dani's birthday party, which was sublime to say the least. I was slightly delusional, and my sense of humor was very off-kilter to say the least. The more fatigued I am, the more caustic I am. Lovely. And I was very very tired -- I have been for the past few weeks. I don't know why... I think it's the combination of lack of sleep, bulk of work, crazy workout schedules, sleepovers, and Mr. Carpentar. Hehe, Mr. Carpentar, that man makes me laugh. I love his sermons. hehe. So... verbose :p 

Anyway, this got very fun while watching Barbie's Princess and the Pauper. Yes, we watched a Barbie movie at my friend's seventeenth birthday. Weird? possibly. But fun? oh buddy. :p It was a musical, the Barbie characters sang every other five minutes. We gave all of the cartoons "extra" names. Barbie was Brynna, bad guy with purple shirt was Mr. Phillips, animal with deep voice was Brock.

Mrs. Spady made us falafels, which were amazing. Ah. Basically, fried garbanzo beans in pita bread with hummus and tomatoes. Greek.

Canadians are so cool.

We played board games and such and Dani opened her presents. Angie got her like, an entire wardrobe from Goodwill. I want to be Angie's friend just so I can get tons of clothing.

I drove home and got very disoriented. I was following Danielle out, and she goes a different way home than I do, and in the dark the streets look different, especially if you hardly go there... that was fun.

I have made very feeble attempts today to call businesses about buying yearbook ads. I have made my three "contacts" but I didn't work very hard at it :-x I am suspecting my first ever personal sermon from Mr. Carpentar this Monday.

If only I had gone to Wisconsin... *coughs*

I'm really very very very tired. All I want to do is sleep. However, the next best thing I can think of is sitting her and typing constant nothingness on the computer. Constant. nothingness.

I ought to rent a movie tonight, however, there are some glitches in that plan. First off, I would have to drive somewhere, which would mean I would have to put in contacts, which would mean that I would have to look like a normal human being, hygenic and all, and I really cannot pull that one off today. Plus, there's nothing good out -- Cara, Carissa, and I watched Monster-in-Law at Cara's on Thursday evening, and I really can't think of anything else I want to see that's not rated R. *sighs*

And I'm still typing.

Ooh, guess what, I have my own nation. That's right, along with about 20 other classmates, in the region of Hadera, The Constitutional Monarchy of Lochlough exists. Civil Rights - some. Economy - good. Political Rights - excellent.

Excellent.

De gustabus non disputandum est. There is no accounting for taste. *nods*

Currently Listening About a Boy Silent Sigh see related

I love the music to this movie with a passion. I think the majority of the music we like we only like because we equate it with other events. Example : one of my favorite songs in the entire world is written by Micheal W. Smith. Do I think that he's a brilliant musician? Not in the slightest. I just equate his song, Missing Person, with a time in my life (fall of 8th grade -- I played it on repeat constantly) that is very poetic to me.

I was talking to Caleb about this once -- the You've Got Mail soundtrack reminds me of childhood down south, innocense lost, etc. because I listened to it while reading To Kill a Mockingbird. The Dissociatives are very Sandy Sherman/Steven Levenkron (synonymous, yes) Best Little Girl in the World, psychiatry, etc. Abba - Disney World. Jewel - Hilton Head. Grant Lee Phillips - end of the summer drives. David Bowie - Christmas day in Atlanta on empty roads.

You don't like bands, you like events. Atleast, that's how it is for me. And you don't like stories, unless those stories mirror your life in some way or another. Maybe I'm just selfish. Well, actually, probably. This one mirrors my life in seventh through tenth grade, oddly enough. Despite the fact the movie is about a withdrawn, materialistic, thirty-six year old man... despite all of that, there is a relatability to it.

I am very ready to know where I am going to be a year from now, but as of yet, I have no clue. I keep entertaining all of these ideas. Read, research, chew, spit out. Again. At first glance I think - yes, Wheaton, Chicago, big city, culture, coffee, theater, music, high academia, Christian atmosphere. Wheaton. Yes. And then I think... money, Marshall, close, cheap, family... and then I think, Cedarville, friends, super-conservative Christian... and then I go back to Wheaton.

Again and again I go back there.

Maybe I should just join the army. I'd even get paid to do that. hmm, haha.

I don't want to be the same person a year from now. And I don't want to be in the same location a year from now. And I don't want to hear the same music a year from now. I want to be able to spit off a list of books that I've read and films that I've seen and cultures I've experienced and people I've met... and... and....

I feel very overwhelmed just about now.  

This entry is specially dedicated for my favorite Korean/New Yorker ever! Suli, Suli, I am updating due to you. I have never met a better person to talk to about Mr. Price behind his back during health class. Never.

Anyway, now I have to think of something to update about. *hmm* Seeing as how I haven't updated since the spring, and summer's almost over, I believe I will give a rather erratic list of great summer before senior year experiences.

-Courtney's amazing graduation reception

-First plane ride in 15 years on a puddle jumper to Cincinatti

-Caity and I making the rounds around the Newark airport terminal/shopping mall
-Navigating Dublin with three other foreigners, all jetlagged

-Meeting a fellow American (Megan) in the cafe in Temple Bar, Dublin and chatting for half an hour

-Seeing Riverdance in the Gaiety Theatre

-Coffee, tea, and Butler's Irish Cream Liquer

-Angus, the sexy 6' twenty-five year old Irish tour guide. Well, really, all the Irish guys.

- Kissing the Blarney Stone and exposing myself

- the forty degree, wool-wearing weather of the Aran Islands, while listening to the Cranberries

-yearbook insert

-pool parties at Carissa's

-movie trips

-Cozumels with Brynna and the unsuspected Blake

-midnight phone convos with Dani

-various political chats online with Danny

-BAM and TGIF playing suck-and-blow with Brynna, Carissa, and Kelly

-car washes

-overpriced senior pictures

-babysitting two of the cutest children in the world - Madison and Sydnie

-trying to learn to waterski with Dandy (fifty times -- literally, fifty times... how many ways can your head crash in the water? I don't know -- but I explored the possibilities)

-Volunteering at the library... and having nothing to volunteer to do

-Bowling with the girls in honor of Mez

-sleepover at Cara's with Rendezvous coffee and Anchorman

-lots and lots of Gilmore Girls watching

-lots and lots of Harry Potter (and other classics) reading

-climbing Stone Mountain in Atlanta

-discovering the amazing Caffe Vanilla Light Frappucino Affogato Style with Mocha and having it on the lake in Atlanta

-running, jump roping, and working my tail off everyday

-writing  12,000 words total for high school credit in a series of essays

-writing for fun in my journal

-lowercase's last concert *tear*

Yay. You can stop scrolling down now :-p There ya go -- my summer update, Suli :p