Anti-Shell Matter

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. )

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.

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.

So, this meme is from ryutsuki and 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.

AND

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.

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.

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.

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.