April 29, 2005
I like, you like? Only what, 20 days until RotS? I am SO PSYCHED!
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So if I should visit the moon Well, I'll dance on a moonbeam and then I will make a wish on a star And I'll wish I was home once again Though I'd like to look down at the earth from above I would miss all the places and people I love So although I may go I'll be coming home soon 'Cause I don't want to live on the moon
HEYHEYHEY! Mary Kate was singing that song today. It made me very happy- I haven't heard that in a long long time. She remembered it from Sesame Street although I don't think I ever saw Ernie sing that song. I had it on a tape, I think, along with The Polar Bear Stomp. Is Polarbear one word? I don't know. I think it might be two. Polar bear. I'll have to do some research. =)
I really don't have much to say. I'm very glad that it is Friday, although next week will be killer hard. That's the all I'm doing this weekend- doing homework for next week. I'm excited! So, yeah. We had the Every 15 Minutes presentations today- itw as very good. Josh did a good job with our footage- I would have edited the film a little differently, but he did well. You could only see the other filmer once (that was josh filming and seeing me in the background- not that anyone could see me. It was a pretty fast shot) We had a bundle of fun doing that- it was fairly intense, though, I don't think anyone has any idea but Josh and me and Angie and Sarah. People said stupid things about the movie they shouldn't have said to me. People also said uncomplimentary things to Angie, who really didn't need to here it. She worked so hard on the asembly and crash. Angela, not my sister Angie, Angela the next-year's Head Girl. Megan won Sophmore President, and Matt's VP (I was proud of them), Kate and Pete are Junior Class President and VP, respectively. And Dani and Claire were elected for Senior President and VP, also respectively. I guess those are all good- Megan was the only one I cared about. She was psyched. I was proud of her. Well, I guess I did write a little. =)
April 27, 2005
One day Chicken Little was walking in the woods when -- KERPLUNK -- an acorn fell on her head "Oh my goodness!" said Chicken Little. "The sky is falling! The sky is falling! I must go and tell the president!" On her way to the king's palace, Chicken Little met Henny Penny. Henny Penny said that she was going into the woods to hunt for worms. "Oh no, don't go!" said Chicken Little. "I was there and the sky is falling! We must go tell the president!" So Henny Penny joined Chicken Little and they went along and ran along as fast as they could. Soon they met Cocky Locky, who said, "I'm going to the woods to hunt for seeds." "Oh no, don't go!" said Henny Penny. "The sky is falling there! We’re going to tell the president!" So Cocky Locky joined Henny Penny and Chicken Little, and they went along and ran along as fast as they could. Soon they met Goosey Loosey, who was planning to go to the woods to look for berries. "Oh no, don't go!" said Cocky Locky. "The sky is falling there! Come with us to tell the president!." So Goosey Loosey joined Cocky Locky, Henny Penny and Chicken Little, and they ran along as fast as they could. Then who should appear on the path but sly Foxy Woxy. "Where are you going, my fine feathered friends?" asked Foxy Woxy. He spoke in a polite manner, so as not to frighten them. "The sky is falling! The sky is falling!" cried Chicken Little. "And we are going to tell the President!," said Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, and Goosey Loosely at the same time. "I know a shortcut to the palace," said Foxy Woxy sweetly. "Come and follow me." TO BE CONTINUED ** humming my own little tune at 7:51:00 PM
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April 26, 2005
The simple minded And the uninformed Can be easily led astray And those that cannot connect the dots Hey look the other way
I think everyone should be exposed to a swing set once a month. It should be required- like physicals for school and work would check off that you swung the minimun amount. In job interviews, you would have to confirm your swinging regularity, and instead of asking (or along with) what you're allergies were, the ER would make sure you swung often enough. Leah Valenstine couldn't swing- it made her sick to her stomach. I think she wouldn't have this problem if she had continued swinging throughtout middle and high school. Leah, afterall, is the one person in the world who would be the best swinger EVER. It's just in her personality. There's something about the highest heights and the thrill of that millisecond in which you are in free fall. We learned all the physics of swinging a long time ago- I forget them now. But the not-quite-reachable goal of flipping over the top bar, the unmentioned "I can go higher than you" competitions, the jumps of the swing, the twirling on a swing until you get so dizzy that you fall off and don't even notice. IF people swung once a month, the world would be a better place, I think. =)
I forgot my backpack in Emily's truck this afternoon. What a spaz I am. It's truly terrible, Emily laughed at me. =) Ahh well, I deserved it majorly.
Jinger-with-a-J hasn't written me back, that is unfortunate. The world would also be a better place if more people wrote letters to eachother. I wrote a letter to J+J-- they should have gotten it by now, I think. Maybe. I don't remember when I sent it. Hmmm. It was really because we had pictures to send to them, but I did write a very nice letter, too. It was on macaroni-and-cheese stationary. Pretty spiffy.
Isn't that a great pic? I think it is a great picture. That's what Jen and Ang are like- crazy goofballs. But, so are the rest of us, aren't we? Yes, yes we are =)
** humming my own little tune at 5:22:00 PM
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April 23, 2005
I sang your songs, I danced your dance I gave your friends all a chance But putting up with them Wasn't worth never having you
Today, Ang and I went to the Butterfly Pavillon to help with a National Geographic TV spot. My dad's friend Jeanne (she's our friend to) was directing it, and she told Angie to audition for a part. The producers decided they liked Angie and Jeanne felt bad for me (I am too old to audition) so she said I could be a "PA" (or, Producer Assistance) It was a bundle of fun. There were about 6 other kids there, some of which had come from an "Agency" and they were kinda scary. I did random errands, got to pick outfits for some girls, and make fun of my sister. No, she did swell. There was a marine biologist there, he was really cool. Really really. He was also a swimmer, and he really works in Australia with sharks. I'm quite jealous. It was lovely, though-- I do love the Butterfly Pavilion. Did you know they put butterflies in the refridgerator if they want them to calm down? It's really odd. We went to the Butterfly Pavillion in 2nd grade as a field trip, it was really fun. I remember being kind of sad, though, because no butterflies had landed on me, whereas Carissa had several butterflies on her. But butterflies landed on me today, and they weren't refrigerater-drugged butterflies, either.
The Hair/Makeup person had it in for Angie and I. I think we're on her hit-list now. She had Angie in a headband (They wanted Ang to look younger) and Angie didn't like the headband so much, because she has a big head and it was squeezing her brains out of her earts, so we played with it and pretended to be Geordi LaForge and timed how long it took for someone to mention that. (actually, no one ever did) So, the Hair Person ended up doing Angie's hair about 8 times for a one-minute shot. It was rather hilarious, not for Angie, mind you, she had to face the upset-Hair-Person. Everyone else thought Angie and I were funny.
"Dr. Mike" as we called the marine-biologist told me all about Oberlin, which is where he went to school. Jeanne and Peter also talked to me about which colleges I was thinking about, and I really have no answer to these questions. And then Jeanne told me how much she'd miss me, and how she's doesn't want me to leave. I was almost in tears, really, it was sad. I don't want to leave, I really don't want to be a college student. I don't want to be a junior in high school, and that's already happened. How unfortunate.
So help me if you can I've got to get back To the House at Pooh Corner by one You'd be surprised There's so much to be done Count all the bees in the hive Chase all the clouds from the sky Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh
Nada mucho happening in Kristen's life, I'm afriad. We had LINK training today, which was kinda a bummer, because the rest of the school had the day off. Except for the teachers, who had to stay and work on this fabulous day. It is kinda windy, actually, but sunny and nice. We were inside all day playing "activities". They're not games, actually, because "you learn something in activities". But it was kinda fun. I saw a lot of people I recognized from I don't know where. Some people I know where I recognized them from. Kelsey and Erica, my previous swimming rivals were there, Sam, from Angie's soccer team several years ago was their. But their was some kid named Kirsten I knew from somewhere-- I couldn't figure out where, though. It was unfortunate. Soccer maybe, several years ago, or CHOICE.
"Never look a monkey in the eye" that's good advice, I must say. We spent all day giving eachother back massages. Tonight I'm going to Kelsey's Ballet. It should be good, although perhaps not worth the ticket price.
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead Tonight in jungleland
So, today wasn't a good day in the world of Kristen's role models. It was really depressing, actually, and I'm rather upset. So, as everyone probably already know thanks to my very loud complaints, Mr. Tyler Hamilton was suspended yesterday from cycling. He was found guilty in his trial. So, take your pick of the least-hurtful article... EITHER
SO, there you have it. It's tough to have the only person you really care about in the cycling world to be ashamed and humiliated because he's an idiot. I spent my whole summer cheering for this guy, living his ups and downs while the rest of the nations was propelled on Lance's wins. I was the one with the underdog, making a fool out of my self for HIS sake. I made him a bracelet to counter the Livestrong Armstrong bracelets that swept the nation (not that I don't support the research of cancer). I made him a TSHIRT. For goodness sakes, Mr. Hamilton, don't you have any respect for your supporters? Did you think you were going to get away with this? Well, yeah, I can see how you could think that, as the rest of the SPORT is doped up, too. And I don't want to be a party pooper and be the first Tyler-supporter to jump the boat, because I'm not. I've been on the damn boat since August, buddy, and, being a scientist myself, I can't trust your lying face any more. Now, please please please prove me wrong and get your case appealed and reversed. That would make my year.
** humming my own little tune at 4:59:00 PM
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April 18, 2005
I've got to get it somewhere I mean, you never know, maybe youre dreaming Who do you think you're watching Who do you think you need
Tiffany told me that when I'm her age, I'll be kept in a room with mattresses on the walls, and I'll spend days trying to find the doors. I told her I'm glad I have such a bright future. =) Amy's husband threw baked potato at her the other day. She laughs about it now, but I'll bet a few days ago she was fairly upset. I mean, throwing hot potato at some one is never a good idea, even if she's your wife. But, what do I know? Maybe it's a sign of love in Madagascar. Although, Amy has potato burn marks on her face now, so maybe not. Although some of those African tribes are into tribal scaring. =)
Angie and I played hopscotch last night. It was fun, when was the last time YOU played hopscotch? We had fun. I don't even remember who won. Which is good, probably, because then one of us would get competitive about it. We played with pink chalk. See the things that you get to do when you don't have hours and hours of homework. Too bad that I DO have hours and hours of homework tonight. Plus, my parents are really pushing me to get cracking on SAT II studying, now that I have my SAT I scores back. So, that just adds to my work load. I can't wait for this year to be over.
**There's no time like summer, there's no time like summer, there's no time like summer**
Darn, it didn't work. Maybe I'll go change into my red tennis shoes and try again. Click you heels together three times and say....
** humming my own little tune at 6:49:00 PM
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April 17, 2005
I've gotta get outta here I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake I've gotta get outta here And I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging You to be my escape.
Thus begins the detailed adventures of Kristen "Flying Squirrel" . In my adventures I meet many a interesting and unique character. Today, for example, Ellen "Mighty Bumblebee" and I rode many a mile on our bicycles. After several stalled decision-making sessions, we stopped by South Boulder Creek to eat the apples and pecan sandies I cleverly packed in a green plastic newspaper bag. We waded in the freshly melted snow water for quite awhile- soon our feet were numb enough to wade up the creek. With a slimy stick in one hand, and the other flailing wildly to keep our balance, we started the long march up. We had quite a bundle of fun. We encountered one (1) short and round dog that didn't like us. Ellen said "Hello, Dog" very friendly like, and the dog replied "I'm fat and don't like being talked to" and then trundled away. We also found two (2) snails, one of which was boring and didn't move and then fell off the rock once we tried to put it back in the water. The other one, however, was found on a big rock Ellen wanted to throw, but it moved about and we got a kick out of it. Water skippers were also around, but they kept to themselves, mostly, and darted away when we tried to make first contact. An old lady freaked out about a twig that was stuck to the back of my leg, thinking it was an insect. We also tried desperately to cross the roaring river, but because we were both in jeans that wouldn't roll up past our knees, we were trappedo on our side (neither of us were truly willing to sacrifice our jeans for the joys of the other bank). So, after making an excursion up the river, we turned around and came back. I thought it was hard going down, as the current pushed you forward, but "Mighty Bumblebee" thought it was easier; you didn't have to drag your feet against the stream like salmon. Thus ends the detailed adventures of "Mightly Bumblebee" and "Flying Squirrel". Stay tuned for scenes from next week. Peace.
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April 15, 2005
If I lift my head From the bed of stars, the ocean wide If I call your name out Would you carry me on inside If I close my eyes Let me put my faith in the whole design Could you raise your voice up Feeling that hope Together with mine
So, I had several run-ins with very interesting Boulder species today. This a is a log catolouging my observations and notes involving these species.
The Amazing Ultra-speed Butterfly While riding my bike from school to swimming, I was blessed with the fabulous south-north wind that often whips through Boulder. I was cruising along Broadway on the Broadway Boogie Bike Path, with this fabulous tailwind, going, say, more than 15mph but less than 20. And suddenly, I look to my left, and there is this butterfly dogding along nicely next to me. And keeping up, too. I had no idea that butterflies went that fast. And, being my competitve self (and already being pasted by Mr. Berry that afternoon), I sped up, and the butterfly was still right next to me. AND THEN, it passed me. It zipped in front of me(nearly cutting me off, I tell you. He might have been fast, but he wasn't very good at steering).
Philippe, the baby Squirell So, Philippe isn't quite as cool as the AUSB, but he's pretty cool. He's a baby squirrel, who I don't usually like, anyway, but Phillipe is very smart. Instead of dashing INTO my tire as I carefully ride past him sitting in the middle of the path, Philippe ran the OTHER direction. For your average squirrel, he was very smart, and cuter, too. =)
Fairview Latin Geeks My very good friend denies at all costs that she isn't a Latin Geek, she just learns Latin. And happens to best all the real Latin Geeks in their own game. I say she's a Latin Geek. A little-league one, at that, but she still counts. They went to the Colorado Latin Convention this week, I could write a lot more about it, because I know everything about it because I wrote an article about it for the newspaper (which did finally come out, if you were wondering), but I'm not going to. But, those Latin Fiends certainly are characters, ain't they?
So, those are all the very interesting species I noted today. SIGHHHH. I have math tomorrow, again. That is rather unfortunate. Ah well. That's okay. Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite. =)
** humming my own little tune at 10:22:00 PM
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Row, row, row, your boat Gently down the stream Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream
So, nothing of note has happened in the Life of Kristen recently. (I've never seen Monty Python's Life of Brian, I think I should. But Monty Python is kinda like Douglas Adams- they're hilarious, but the same complete randomness over and over gets kinda old) Then again, nothing much of note happens in the life of Kristen, anyway. This isn't a new development. However, this "Row Your Boat" song has reminded me of fun long-winded versions of it. For example(ehem)...
Propel, propel, Propel your craft Placidly down the liquid solution Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existance is but an illusion
When you put it that way, this song is kinda philosophical. Umm, there was also a rendition of "Three Blind Mice" that started like "A trio of sightless rodents". That was fun, too. I think Leah Valenstine taught that to J and J and Angie and I. Maybe. Or it might have been my dad. WHO KNOWS? When Leah was our nanny in the summer, we (Jenny, Jesse, Angie and I) made the Lovin' Leah magazine. It was really cool. We had all sorts of nifty things, including how to do the ten-althalon, where you cartwheeled, swam, run, monkey bared (yes, that is a verb) and bunch of other supercool motions of transportation. It was good fun.
The Banner was supposed to come out today. Wyatt still hopes it'll get here by noon. The printer broke down, you see, and so everything is backed up. Like how my supercool red tennis shoes/water shoes were on backorder. But, I finally got them and now you can't even tell I stepped in a puddle of mud less than 48 hours ago. =) Oh man, the clutziness of me will go down in history (LIke George Washington!)
I can be your hero. I can kiss away the pain. And I will stand by you, forever. You can take my breath away.
We started reading The Sailor Who Fell From Grace with the Sea in English. The first chapter is good, which is as much as I've read. I read it on the bus ride home this afternoon, after staying at Late Night for the newspaper. It's amazing how many people don't do their work. Ryan interviewed me about working on the paper- I said that the most important thing that I learned was how important it was to do your work so no one else had to do your crap. Well, it turns out, most (or at least many) reporters still haven't learned that. So Wyatt and I spent many hours figuring out what to put in the empty spots on the news pages. My two stories and Orly's one story was all we had to fill up two 11 by 17 pages with. Hmmm. It was pretty interesting... and poor Wyatt, I ditched him at 5:15 because I was sick, and needed to go home. But, he is the editor-in-chief, afterall, he should manage just swell.
Hmmmmm. I tutored a kid from Zimbabwe today. He was very smart, but just needed someone to explain chemistry to him. So, I managed alright, although I got a little confused about spectrometeres. He forgave me though. Mr. Burns asked me if I ever thought about teaching- that made me happy. I think I would be a good teacher, I like it when people agree with me. I am having difficulties imagining doing the same job for 30-some-odd years. I can't do something for 6 months without getting bored, not to talk about 30 years! Holy smokes. We'll have to find something I really love, huh?
Be. Our. Guest- Be our guest Now it's time to feel depressed For we stormed aboard your starship and put you under arrest. There's a nice Room for free In block AA-23 Just a shorter term solution While we wait your execution
HAHAHA! I found some great Star Wars paradies, everyone should listen to them. Be our Guest is the best, I think. It's great. Ahh, Tarkin, what are we to do with you? I think he's supposed to be in Episode III, right? Here is the main page of the Songbook of the Whills. It's pretty funny =)
But what's even MORE fabulous is the fabulous snow day we got today. Us Coloradians LIVE for snow days. Seriously. We've got methods of insuring a snow day, specialty dances, wearing pajamas inside out, what you have to eat for dinner, what songs you have to listen to, whether or not you floss. It's very complicated. And I'm sure that more will spring out of this snow day. It was kinda random, though. All the weather forecasters had predicted that it would be 50 degrees today, at it was. All the snow melted by 3:00. Like, you couldn't even tell it was blizzarding all of yesterday. Angie and I made Stonehenge out of snowballs. But I think someone jacked a few of our giant snowballs. They probably just stopped them. It was probably Mariah, too, the annoying girl down the street. She's been ruining our snow creations since we were in 5th grade. We'll have to teach her a LESSON! Bwahahahha
Luke has this super-duper cool game connected to his Playstation. It's a video camera that projects you onto the screen and you can fight ningas and stuff by moving your arms. It somehow detects your motions. It's really cool. We had fun playing it. Luke's from New Zealand, though, which just proves how much cooler they are than us.
Joy, rather than happiness, is the goal of life, for joy is the emotion which accompanies our fulfilling our natures as human beings. It is based on the experience of one's identity as a being of worth and dignity.
In the days of the caveman and mammoths and glaciers Bugs and trees were your food then; no pajamas or doctors
And when I finally get to sleep, I dream in technicolor I see creatures come back from the Ice Age Alive and being fed inside a zoo cage
Solitaire is a great game. Really. It's so relaxing and mind bending and you're always thinking "well, what if I did this...". I have really old cards that have survived as a whole deck through mulitple swim seasons and swim meets and Meadowglen Relay bogs and airplane trips to both coasts and Mexico. Those are good cards. And they've played a huge number of solitaire games. So, stored in the fibers of of those orangy-brown flowered cards are fabulous games and laughs and smiles. It's soothing to deal those cards, the 7 of spades that got a little too wet one meet, the outlined suicidal king. But any cards will do, the action is what's really calming. You can play mindlessly, or you can plot and plan and figure strategy (which doesn't usually work anyway, because you can't cheat). And then when you're stuck, no big deal. They say you only have a 1 in 20 in winning solitaire, anyway. But when you win, then you're day is made. The click of cards on top of each other as you clear the playing board onto those top aces. The relief that you picked the right eight to put on that seven. And finally four neat piles king king king king. And don't get me started on playing double or triple or quadruple solitaire. Ahh, what fun. I think I'll make it a rule that all incoming Freshman on the swim team have to learn how to play. A good game of double solitaire before a race is good luck, I do believe.
** humming my own little tune at 3:17:00 PM
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April 09, 2005
I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known Don't know where it goes But it's home to me and I walk alone
Green Day is performing on Saturday Night Live this very instant. Isn't that swell? I think so. I just started watching Saturday Night Live. It's pretty funny, when it's not sick and disgusting and when I get what they're trying to make fun of. Ahh, well. I need to watch more T.V. if I am going to be an average American. Then again, why would I want to be that? =) Oh, boy the "Weekend Update" is on! How exicting. Tina Fey is funny. They're making fun of Prince Charles. And Sesame Street. They're terrible
Well, not much to say, I'm afraid. I had math early this morning for four hours. It wasn't terrible, although the next 3 sessions we don't get to work with a group, which was why today wasn't horrible beyond reason. I spent the rest of the day with Miss Carleton, which was lovely. We really didn't do a lot, but that's okay, we had fun. Especially after a large cup of chai and Ben and Jerry's ice cream. I do love Chunky Monkey. =) BANANA!
I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone
You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes It brought me back to life You'll be with me next time I go outside Just no more 3x5's
Emily and I went to see Sahara tonight. It was the ultimate adventure movie, I liked it a lot. All the bad guys were killed, none of the good guys had a scratch at the end. "I'm just tired of being shot at!" said Al. I was almost tired of them being shot at, too, but not completely. =) So, both the movie and Mr. McConaughey were randomly fabulous. I had a lovely evening.
I'm afraid there is not much else to say, really. Of course, I could always write more about my "inner angst" but that's depressing. I'd rather write about Sahara and how excited I am for Star Wars! (PSYCHED!) I've decided that week in May will be a week of miracles. Not really miracles, considering I already know they are all going to happen, but it will be a bundle of fun. The Monday (16th), Meadows starts practice, that Thursday (19th) Star Wars comes out. I'll be done with my AP calc test and my IB World History test- therefore not GOING to math and not working in history. It'll be fantastico! =) Speaking of the AP test, I have Saturday school tomorrow to prepare for that. Why can't Mr. Ebadi teach us what we need to know DURING school? I thought that was the point of these long days- to actually learn something. I guess,however, they are just preparing us for the real deal, which is on Saturday. Yipee! =)
**Authors note: this post was supposed to be published yesterday, April 7th, but Blogspot was being stupid. Therefore, it's posted today! =)**
And I must be an acrobat To talk like this And act like that And you can dream So dream out loud
I went to the boys' swim meet today. It was fun. The only people who go to swim meets are the parents and the girls' team. I guess the only people who come to our meets are parents and the guys' team, so it all works out. So, I hung out with swimmers that I never see any more all afternoon. Fairview beat Grandview significantly, which was expected. I timed the Grandview lane, and I knew all the kids who swam in my lane by the end. There were only about 7 of them, they all switched off events. I timed the slow lane, so all the boys were goofy, but they got really into it. I had fun cheering for them, although I did get a few evil eyes from Mindy for cheering for the wrong team. =) Actually, not really. Poor Mindy needs a root canal, she thinks. Those stinkin' walnuts!
I love this weather. I got to ride my bike to school late today because of Block days. It was so nice! I'm reveling in the sunshine. There's water in our Love Court Canal for the first time since September. It was very exciting. There are robins out, the birds are singing. We were trying to play music during our workday in English and Martina suggested we listen to the "natural song of birds". Ms. Parham didn't get that reference to going outside, and she almost went to get her CD that has birds on it. It was hilarious (although we didn't get to go outside, which slightly stunted the humor)
I had some really strange dreams last night. One of them including the disinegration of my teeth, and it was very disturbing. Needless to say, I brushed my teeth very thoroughly this morning. =)
Here's another U2 song for you, Mr. Daly. I really like U2, too, and I'm slightly upset I can't go to their concert. Bummer. You'll have to take pictures for me. Or something =)
We ate the food, we drank the wine Everybody having a good time Except you You were talking about the end of the world
So, I would like to make a revision on my yesterday post. I never get mad at anyone. I am one of the least tempered, calmest, passive people around. However, I can get disappointed and upset. But not mad. Yesterday's post made it seem like I was mad, and I wasn't. I haven't been truly mad in a very very very long time. So there's that. Being mad just creates more trouble than necessary. Forgive and forget, people, unless you're an elephant, in which case you should forgive and then not think about it. =)
So, I think I should make a "My Father's Dragon" fanlisting. Although I'm not great at Javascript, and who would join? Not a lot of people, that's for sure. Maybe in the summer, when I have more time to mess around with pictures and websites. Not that I don't do that a lot already. =) But, I do believe that "My Father's Dragon" series needs a fanlisting. yess.
Well, it's dinnertime, and we're having leftovers. And I have to pour the drinks. Meaning water for my parents and milk for Angie and I. =) Not spiked. How gross would that be... alcholic milk? Or carbonated milk? Gross.
Excuse me too busy you're writing a tragedy These mess-ups You bubble-wrap When you've no idea what you're like
So, let go Jump in Oh well, what're you waiting for? It's all right 'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown
The Garden State soundtrack is so good. I love it. Our swim team was obsessed with it. Quite funny, I do think. The fact that we were addicted to the soundtrack, not the soundtrack itself. I also think there are lost boys living under the Carlson swimming pool at CU. In the old Peter Pan movie (not the animated one- the one with Mary Martin as Peter) Captain Hook sits on a mushroom and it's really hot and it turns out to be the stove pipe for the Lost Boys' hideout- and that is how he finds him. Anyway, there was a box at Carlson that was really hot and I couldn't sit on it to take of my shoes. So, probably children live under that slightly nasty pool. =)
I really don't know how to act when people get mad at me. Usually, I just ignore it, and they calm down and our differences are repressed.(oppressed? suppressed?) That's always what I do when I'm upset with someone else. I usually plan my long and dramatic speeches to say to the person-I-am-mad-at as I curl up under my blankets, but then I just let it be, and eventually get over it. The few times I confronted someone, it's been over relatively petty things and the consquences have been pretty severe. Remember the Winter Ball affair last year? Well, yes. Things last that. I end up feeling bad that I said anything in the first place, rather than the desired opposite effect. So, now I'm very passive. Not a good thing, I guess, but that's okay. We all have our faults. =)
HEY! New Star Wars T.V. spots are out. They're pretty cool. Everyone should watch them. I sure hope Mr. Hayden Christensen's acting is up to par. Tragedy Unleased
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger
It was the second to last episode of West Wing last Wednesday. It was very good- one of the best of the season. Matt Santos isn't running with Russell, thank goodness- for a while there I thought that Vinick was going to be president for the next several years. But no. Santos still has a chance. I like Josh- he's cool. He fought it out with Leo over whether or not Matt should take Russell's vice-presidential proposal. Vinick, however, had a very nice speach about Mr. Barlett. Although none of the democrats were happy about it. Nope, not a bit. NOT ONLY THAT, but CJ (my favoritest character) is going to get fired. Majorly. That's really a bummer, if you ask me. I like CJ. She leaked a secret about a battle spacestation to the press. She's in trouble. Major major trouble. Maybe Josh will hire her back if Matt wins the presidential race. Although we only have one episode left this season, and I don't konw how they are going to cover everything that needs to be. I wonder what George Bush thinks of this TV show.... =)
It's the WEEKEND! Three day weeks are super, even though we don't have block days. Hooray for that. I have to write a lot of words this weekend. Darn it!
So, Terri Schiavo died. Thank goodness. I feel so sorry for her husband and her, too. Her parents were delusional. She deserved to die, I think, this whole "right to die" arguement will last forever. Why would vegetable-people want to keep living? Heck- if there is some afterlife place we can all go to, why would you want to stay here? Pope John Paul II is also on the verge of death. Why are the headlines only about death these days? LIFE, people, that's what we're doing here. =)
I think the comic artists were involved in a conspiracy today. Here they are:
I think it may be an April's Fools Day joke. or a conspiracy. The comic artists are all probably one guy brainwashing us and forces us to become one giant army of comic-reading clones.
