Que fun.

Nov. 20th, 2005 05:56 pm
trenchkamen: (Scarecrow's only scaring himself.)
Hey, uh, who just finished the reading guide for The Trial? This guy.

What a boring book. And I didn't think it was that brilliant, at all. Now I get to start on Memoirs of a Geisha, though.

If I finish my government stuff, I'm set at least for tomorrow. I've got a hell-load of math built up, though.

That survey everybody is doing. )
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Hey, uh, BC Calculus class:

Who's got two thumbs and just finished five and a half assignments? This guy.

I will allow copying for sexual favors. At least tomorrow will only suck for one-and-a-half assignments, not the usual seven or so.

Harvey Mudd seems like a great college, if I don't want to have a life for the next four years. I went to the meeting because I did not want to go to physics. At least the in-state applications don't require, you know, real essays. I really should get started on the out-of-state applications, now shouldn't I...

I have this unyielding need to watch Batman Begins again. But I also have this unyielding need to write.

Oh, on that note, we saw The Bat-Man last night walking around Old-Town Scottsdale. I wish he had hung out with us. He reminded me that I need to make the Scarecrow costume, sometime. And then we went to Olive Garden. And it was good. And OMFG [livejournal.com profile] jawzdharken your costume was incredible OMG. [livejournal.com profile] kaiye isn't a real Sith because she wears flowered socks under her robes. Too bad her light-saber is just too freaking awesome for words.

I got hand-cuffed to a Chii at school. And Sterling and Alex are my Heroes of the Week.

I burned a Super-Hardcore Happy Halloween CD last night. This would be the track list:
Super Happy Fun-Time... Fun. )

As of late I've been distant and cold, most of all to myself. All for stupid reasons. But we've all got our vices. Why is the 'cold' emoticon crying? I do not cry when I'm feeling distant and cold. Crying is emotional.

If I were smart, I'd go to bed right now.
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God I feel so much better today. I only had to take two lie-downs today, but as of this typing I've got energy and my vision is clear and I'm ready to rule the night again. I'll be going in to the doctor tomorrow for a check-up, just to make sure things are healing properly and to have my stitches taken out. I'm eating solid food. Dad picked up Chinese for me on his way home from work.

I hate being an invalid. I hate feeling weak and having people have to run my errands for me. I've got pride a mile wide and every other cliché description for "a pretty big amount".

I'll be back in school tomorrow. It sounds like I did not miss too much today, anyway. I'm almost having fun doing my lit analysis and calculus because I can concentrate without feeling sick. It makes me realize what people who have serious illnesses have to battle every day just to achieve what healthy people take for granted. Those people--the ones who don't allow illness to get in the way of their lives--are worthy of all the respect in the world.

I've been having odd, vivid dreams involving random people from livejournal and, in one case, my Spanish teacher and the Women's Choir.

I talked to Cousin Chris about my Halloween costume today a bit. His original idea involved an LCD screen and a video camera; it’s a nice idea but a bit involved. Sounds like tacky-ass Halloween makeup and props are the way to go. I just need to get back down to Spirit.
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Long freaking memething. )

And the song titles meme. )

I did homework all afternoon. Even though I cleared my assignments before I left on Thursday new stuff cropped up today that was not mentioned. Prather pissed me off again, along with the rest of the class (he's going way too far), my English binder is AWOL, tomorrow is a Rocket Day, and I realized that abbreviating the bottle rocket project "BR" makes me think of The Program that has nothing to do with bottle rockets, but all to do with public schools.

Tomorrow is going to be another late night for schoolwork.
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A little bit of background in what exactly Physics IH is, in essence, is necessary for this story to make sense. It is one of those "honors classes" (the other at my school being honors world geography) marked for being an easy-as-hell 5.0 credit for those who want to hit the minimum GPA for an in-state scholarship. We get a lot of the kids smart enough to tie their shoes but still too dumb to know how to polish them. And even then, there's that other fourth of the class...

So, today we got our group labs back. The teacher subscribes to the "I'll check one lab, and if that lab isn't done perfectly, it is the entire group's fault for not making sure everybody is working together" method. I loathe it. The kid that she checked did not even answer some of the questions, and because of that, all of us got a 70%. I offered to let him copy my work during the lab, and he still did not fill it out.

I showed the teacher my lab, fully completed and correct, and she said that she was sorry, but she could not give me any points because we have to "work together". This translates to "Well, it's not my problem if some of your lab members are completely lazy and incompetent, and it's your responsibility to babysit them. That's how it is in the real world."

Exactly. She's trying to show us that if you want a job done right, do it yourself, and that you should not trust anybody.

I foresee a long year of babysitting and doing all of the work for the lab group. At least I got to choose my rocket group and am with responsible, intelligent adults, not high school students.
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Memething from [livejournal.com profile] finmefiant and [livejournal.com profile] tanuki_dono.

1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/film reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavour of jelly to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.

Half-days are glorious. I went to Chipotle with the Nerd Herd, visited Lizzy in the hospital and watched some quality daytime television (today's topic: bisexual male gigolos confess their night jobs to their wives), picked Rachel and her friend up from the mall, and I am planning on spending the rest of the afternoon working out, doing homework, and researching stuff for college. And looking for community service. For college.

I should just scrap this and go to Saguaro Continuation College to take advantage of Jeff's money laundering scheme. I could get a degree in something-computer-related and give up on excelling. And stuff.

And junk.

I'm pretty sure that if I go in-state I'm going to the University of Arizona in Tucson, so that at least narrows something down. Maybe that would be the best option until I decide in which direction I want to go. It's a top-tier school, the best for the money, and two hours from home. I can hit up UCLA and whatnot for post-grad.

Maybe when I take Rachel to her dance lesson this evening I will stop by Goodwill to attain some new pants, finally.
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So, this meme is from [livejournal.com profile] ryutsuki and [livejournal.com profile] meyrevived, and upon reading it, I remembered that oh yeah I do that writing thing too, don't I?

Pick a fanfic of mine, any fanfic, and I will tell you possibly interesting or possibly interesting only to me things about what the hell I was thinking when I wrote it.


Comment here with the weirdest pairing you can think of (from any fandom you know I'm familiar with). I will then write a drabble of it for you.

And the Skintreatment.com website project is so close to being done I can taste it. I've spent the past two days tightening up the final screws before the domain move on Monday. Then I finally get paid!

Senior Stadium Painting was this morning at some gadawful hour, pictures of which I acquired because lately I've been OCD with my camera insofar as chronicling everything is concerned. After picking Mom up from her meeting and we had stopped by Michael's at Pavilions, we made a 'product research' pilgrimage to Bath and Body Works, where they freaking finally have a sakura-flavored candle to match their sakura products. God damn it smells good.

And, oh, yeah, I saw Red Eye again with Christianne and her mommy. Getting picked up from my house is weird. It has not happened since last October when that stoned-out asshole the non-descript white Subaru ass-rammed my car and Annie had to give me rides and stuff.
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The student council freaking played "Dragostea Din Tei" today at lunch. All of it. As in, nobody booed them enough to make them turn it off. That made my day, right there.

So my clumsiness has cost me my phone's LCD screen, which is just another strike on the What The Fuck Is Wrong With You, Lauren? record. When I was sneaking out of the Anime Club meeting I tripped over the "security officer" at the door and cracked my phone open--again--but this time, the screen was blank. This means no more text messaging until I get a new phone or miraculously fix it. Rage.

I wouldn't feel so bad about this if I had not just finished paying for a replacement retainer, and if there was not a (steadily growing larger) chance that I had been the one in the family to leave the fridge door open last week. I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me lately, but I keep making costly mistakes since my head is too freaking far up in the clouds for me to be able to see what is going on around me. This doesn't profit me. I have to straighten this out, now, before I do anything else fucktardish. And it's only lately; I've always been a bit spacy, but the past couple of months it has gone to extremes.

This profits me and nobody else none.

Regarding Anime Club: yeah, I went for the first time in two years, since I resigned as president my freshman year, and it was somewhat overwhelming. On top of Sam and his friend screaming "FINALLY! AFTER TWO YEARS!" and drawing attention to me quietly trying to sneak in, Toby was in there, and he steered me to a chair and shoved me in under a desk next to him as soon as I walked into the room. This is the kid who, last year as a little freshman, gave me an entire rundown of why wearing a necktie and a trenchcoat are proof of the fact that I 'fight the power'. He's a nice kid, but a little overbearing, and insists on singing renditions of "She is the coo~olest girl in the wooo~o~orld." every time he sees me. He claims to be working on a jazz version, god help me. Yeah, he's a bit delusional, but he means well. I just wish I was nearly as cool as he thinks I am.

I can play "Zankoku na Tenshi no Thesis" on acoustic guitar now. RAWK.
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Today at lunch I was waiting in the sammich line, reading Gulliver's Travels and minding my own business, when the pre-pubescent boy in front of me started this conversation:

Boy 1: Hey, nice star. Are you Jewish? Oh, wait, that's not the Star of David thing; it's the Satanic symbol.
Lauren: Nope.
Boy 1: Are you Satanic?
Lauren: No. Are you a freshman?
Boy 1: Yeah. How'd you know?

There is a silence.

Boy 1: Are you a witch?

I said I was not a witch, and gave my usual two-sentence response about how the pentacle has been used as a symbol of balance for centuries before Wicca. It didn't do much.

Boy 1: Hey, can you do magic?
Lauren: Yes. I can shoot laser beams out of my eyes.
Boy 1: (holding up a pen) Can you take this from me magically?

The boy's friend turned around and snatched the pen from him, and then they started arguing about something that degenerating into them calling each other gay. The absolute best line to come out of this was:

Boy 1: You fucking faggot! Why don't you go fuck some men, you democrat!
Boy 2: Hey, shut up. Her (nodding at me) voice is deeper than yours is!

This made me happy.

Boy 2: Hey, I was thinking of getting a shirt that says "Vote for John Kerry. Sponsored by Al Qaeda".

They talk some more, etc. I try to read and pretend I'm not listening so they will continue.

Boy 2: (fake-whispering to me behind his hand) He's gay.
Boy 1: Hey, can you shoot lightning out of your hands like Darth Vader?
Lauren: Yes.
Boy 1: (noting my book) Hey, do the midgets in that have huge dicks?
Lauren: What?
Boy 1: The midgets. Do they have huge dicks?
Lauren: They're proportionate, I think.
Boy 1: WHAT?
Lauren: They're proportionate.

At this point, they lost interest in me in the general turmoil of the lunch line, and we soon reached the counter anyway.

Note: is anybody else annoyed beyond all reason by the term "frosh"? Something about calling freshmen "frosh" makes me want to kick the crap out of the student council. Just like all of the signs in the hallways last week saying things like "Saguaro is FUN!" and "Frosh!" and "Sophomores!"

I can't wait until high school is over.

Anarchy continues to reign in the New Orleans and Mississippi area. Prather mentioned some particularly sickening stories in the Arizona Republic regarding rape and murder. It sickens me. The hurricane's destruction is bad enough, but to take advantage of the anarchy in such a horrific manner... We can only do all we can, send aid, help refugees, and hope things are straightened out soon. I hope this disaster leads to tighter urban regulations in low-level seaboard areas. I never want this disaster to repeat itself if at all possible.
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What the HELL was with all of that spam on the last post? If I find whomever(s) is(are) responsible... I'll probably walk away like the doormat I am.

The last two days have been rather busy. I've been reading diligently on Gulliver's Travels, which I am quite enjoying but need more time on, and doing other odds and ends homework. I have quite a bit of stuff due tomorrow, so I am trying to cram that together.

And it looks like I'm going to have to pull some of my Jedi mind powers so that Annie can go to the con, because if she doesn't, it just won't be Yaoi-Explosion part whatever-we're-on. And I just won't be able to live with that.

Today it was miserably hot, and tomorrow is supposed to be even worse. 108*F is not the hottest it gets in Phoenix, but since it is monsoon season, it is all that more unbearable. Today was also the day I got two more textbooks, and I was late to school, so I had to carry every single binder and textbook along with my guitar until I got my locker combination at lunch. That guitar case is heavy; it's this super-industrial rockcase since the guitar I am borrowing is worth more than my life. But I didn't drop anything once.

I've also come to the realization that just because I've switched Spanish teachers does not mean that my class will not be treated like the kindergarten class. Is this universal to all non-honors high school academic classes, or did I just strike out again?

Today during guitar I figured out how to play "Ode to Joy" and the chromatic regression from "Phantom of the Opera", much to my own amusement.

I like the feel of tying up loose ends. It's liberating. After I finish Gulliver's Travels and my government assignment, I will breathe easily again. Aaah, school.

I've also got to start on scholarships, like, TOMORROW.
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There is an "I Love Aaron Wester Club" at Saguaro.

I kid you not. We got our agenda books today, and that is listed as one of the official clubs. Somebody pointed it out today during calc, and it cracked me up. Is this some kind of a sick joke, or is there actually a club dedicated to Wester? And how the hell did that pass as an official club? For those of you who do not know, Aaron graduated last year, he was an alto sax and a thespian, and in a nutshell, he's incredibly attractive and metrosexual and had a scary fan/stalker-following. Christianne, who doesn't even attend Saguaro, stole one of his pictures off of a wall in the band room, and to this day has it on her door. This was in our freshman year, mind.

I'm obligated to go to the first meeting. I just have to see if this is serious or not. If I see any shrines with pictures and candles, I'm running. After I take pictures and laugh hysterically for a good period of time. And I want to see which teacher would be willing to sponsor. Any bets?

I've also come to the conclusion that my English teacher is pretty awesome, and that we're going to get along just fine this year. I have undying respect for any man who makes his honors class draw pictures of flowers with crayons.

I did all of my school shopping this afternoon. Ended up going to three stores for the oddities like the stopwatch, a Spanish book, and mouthwash, but at least it's done. I need to call the orthodontist about replacing my retainer, which has been AWOL for longer than it needs to be, and talk to my parents about the senior pictures when they get back--supposedly this evening. I'm still hoping for that good news from Mom. Last I checked, they still had no reply. I don't know if that's good or bad.

I can tune and play three notes on my guitar now. And I've got quite a bit of work to do. Later.
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All things considered, today went fairly smoothly. It honestly felt as though I had never left. That's the problem, though.

Begin bitching.

Last year sucked. Academics, personal life, everything sucked. I'm determined never to have a year like my junior year if anything whatsoever is within my control, and thus far, I'm not so sure if this is going to be as relaxing a year as I was hoping it would be. I worked my ass off in multiple areas last year, and while some areas have gotten worse, others have gotten better; I've always been willing to work this year, but...

Well, maybe I'm just saying this because I couldn't transfer to Humanities due to a schedule conflict, and now I'm in IV AP without having done the summer reading, all of which (along with a reading log) is due on Friday, and I'm kind of burned about that. Or maybe I'm PMSing.

It's not so much the work this week--I can handle a heavy workload easily, and I'm a fast reader and, if it comes right down to it, good at bullshit--as the prospect of maybe, maybe having another year like last year, which is something I dearly wanted to leave behind. And IV AP is going to be a prime suspect in causing that.

I also know I'm so burned about this reading assignment because the writing contest deadline is August 31, and I'm determined to place. I'm almost done, but I have to work out the ending somehow.

Now that I have that off my chest, I feel somewhat better.

Other than that, the first day back was great. I saw the Nerd Herd, whom I have missed dearly, and went out for lunch after school with the chica faction of the nerds. I'm glad to be back where I see everybody every day. I didn't see my Saguaro friends nearly enough over the summer, barring Eurotrip. My ID picture resembles a squirrel, and supposedly tomorrow we get to start actually using guitars in class. The parking permits keep getting smaller and smaller, I know I have some good teacher recommendations guaranteed when the need arises, and, oh yeah, I'm a senior. It doesn't feel right yet, but there is that scary concept.

I need to get back to reading. I've paced myself a fourth of the book a night, regardless of anything short of a death in the family or hospitalization, else I'll find myself completely swamped. I guess I could completely bullshit the SparkNotes, but I'm quite enjoying this book so far.


Aug. 22nd, 2005 12:18 am
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I swallowed paper today.

Seriously; you know those wax paper sheets between slices of Swiss cheese? I didn't realize one was still in my sandwich until I had already taken two bites.

And I made an 11:00 PM run to Albertson's to get cat food.

I don't want to go to school. I have to leave in six hours.

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