Timeskip

AP tests are coming up! *sob* Nooooooo! I don't wanna take them!...

It's too bad I'm not going to the last It's Academic tournament of the year, which is being held at Thomas Jefferson. But then again, none of the seniors are going. It's the day after (or on, depending on how you look at it) of Prom. And in the oh-so-encouraging words of Flora, "Yeah, I'm sure Amy will be happy if you go." eheh.. so I'm not. Hmph. Oh well. At least all of my AP tests are before Prom. Poor Flora.. she has another Prom during the tests.

Nothing much else is happening. Though I do need more sleep. Sleeeeeep. Since I fell asleep during It's Academic today, after school. Very embarrasing. It was only my good luck that Flora had fallen asleep with me. *whew*

I'm still confused about May. Darn it.

And.. I think I just finished the last cup of orange juice. *wails* nooooo.. there's nothing else but water left!..

I knew a Woman

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.)

How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand;
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin:
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing did we make.)

Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her seveal parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved.)

Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I'm martyr to a motion not my own;
What's freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways.)

I think I've fallen in love.

I got my Tux for prom today. It's a black double breasted one without a tail. I wanted to get the ones with a mandarin collar.. but they were hideously expensive. (Well, relatively. The one rental one I got was around $80. The mandarin collar one wouldve been around $120) So.. yeah. *is set for Prom* Whew. Preparation for Prom is worse than college apps. *boggle*

May.. no comment. Since I'm a bit beyond confused. More like bewildered.

And now to go work on my english paper on poetry. I was going to do Idylls of the King by Tennyson. Then I found it on the web.. and saw that it was 400kb. The heck am I reading that much. So instead I'm doing Theodore Roethke's "I knew a Woman".

it's late. thought i'd write that. *boggle*

I went to the Whitman It's Academic tournament today.. since we ARE hosting and i had to go. anyways, it was fun. Lotsa food!

There was this very very cute girl on the Churchhill B team. Bah. And I can't remember her name.. even after she told me. oh well. But she was cute! Very much so!.. Oh well. I'll ask the other members of the churchhill team if they know her.

May! There's someone on the churchhill team who goes to the Chinese School that we (well, you) go to. What's her name.. ack. can't think of that either. But she has a pigtail (i think). And tall. She doesn't know you though :P

The last game was very close.. the winning team only won by a margin of 5 points. Whew.

Now to go through the Tuxedo catalog and find a good one..

Something reminded me of a conversation in AP Lit.. which was continued in AP Euro today. Here's a line of reasoning:
According to the catholic faith, the bread that one eats IS Jesus. It is, as we joked, the 'physical embodyment of your faith'. In other words, to express our sincere love for God, we must revert to canniblism. But wait. How can we continually eat things off of Jesus if he has so little mass? That was simply solved when a person stated quite intelligently (?) that IF Jesus was stuck in a time loop while going at the speed of light, or near it (0.999999c), then theoretically, he would have infinite mass. And density. Which means that we will never run out of Jesus flesh!.. THEN someone said that it was a stupid thing to argue about and we went back on task to talk about Salinger.

Today during lunch we decided on which Limo company to use for Prom. it was funny.

At first we had 8 people together.. then we had 10 people. Which meant we had to find another company. So.. we called an "Emergency Prom Operating Convention" or EPOC :P We headed out to a friend's house which had three lines available. And.. starting with the first entry in the yellow pages, called each one successively. We eventually did find one. 10 seater for $750 for 8 hours, gratuities included.

So now all I have to do is pick up my tux tomorrow ..Andrew said I'd look good in a mandarin tux. I dunno. I'll see once I get there.

Jon's job is to place the reservation at the restaurant we're going to. It's a high class italian one in Bethesda. So close _and_ good. :P

Somebody add to the interactive story :P I'm tired of giving myself posts.

Pleeeeease? *teary eyed* I'll be your friend forever!

pretty unproductive day.

And I.. tracked one person down for most of the day, finally manage to catch her sixth period. *boggle*

Aiee. I seriously think first lunch is the lunch that's Cursed By God. Yesterdays lunch was bad. Today's lunch was almost as bad. Worse in some ways. While we were pulling into Whitman, some insane crazy person (*cough*SethFeinberg*cough*) screams around the corner and sideswipes our car. Luckily only cosmetic damage was done, but still. A couple seconds earlier and it would have it us driver side first at nearly 30 mph. Hmph. Stupid people like that shouldnt drive.

todays lunch will be forever known as "The Lunch that was cursed by God" or, as one person so eloquently described it, "The Lunch From Hell". What happened? well..

We get to our car in record time. All seems to be right. Even our food got to us on time. Then things started to happen. Getting back into the car, the key wouldnt turn (and thus start the car). We worried. We tried for another 10 minutes. Finally we figured it out. You have the shake the steering wheel a bit *boggle* So we cheer and prepare to leave. Then the car bumps into something. The car behind us. Luckily, neither car suffered any damage. So both owners said 'sorry' and left. So we FINALLY got on the road. And to our chagrin, we get stuck behind 4 cars and a tractor. What a tractor was doing on the road was beyond us. So.. we get to school with 2 minutes to spare and the food barely eaten.

And thus was the lunch from hell. Here here.

Physics today was amusing. There was this insanely long piece of spring. And we played jump rope with it. And when the teacher came in, "Oh, so this is what the AP students have fallen to?" We.. laughed nervously and sat back down.

Oii..May's post got me thinking. And that is something I try to avoid outside of school. Without much luck recently. Over the past month.. I finally realized the position I'm in. 18. Senior in High School. Going to college. I'm not sure whether to approach this with trepidition or anticipation. Maybe a pinch of both.

Going to college means meeting new people. Unfortunately, it also means missing the people I have seen everyday for the past 4 years. And while excited, I can't help but to be not a little sad. Everytime I think about friendships in high school - a random scene from Starship Troopers pops up (I know, 'tis weird). Rico and his 3 friends on the eve of going into the military or whatnot, hands together, a solemn promise to stay together and to remain friends forever. And not me than a little time later, that promise broken, shattered and forgotten. Will my friends and I end up like that? Forgetting heart-felt promises and pledges of unity? ..I hope not.

Then there are the people I talk to outside of physical day to day contact. May, Rooby, Angela, Diana - and many others I know online or over the phone. Will we lose contact, drift away, and lose sight of one another? Will my time online be changed with college so that through my own fault I lose touch? ..once again, I hope not. 'Twould be a waste of a wonderful thing. And to think I only knew most of you only from last December of 2000. Much much more time seems to have passed.

Summer will probably be that last vestige of the "good ol' days". It will be the last time I will spend with my friends without the influence of college, of real life. I remember seeing friends who have graduated come back changed. No longer do they laugh at the same things, no longer do they smile at the same events. Familiar jokes are only uncomfortable, and inside humor lost on the winds of change. Yet, there are those who come back unchanged, or rather still in touch with old high school friends. I hope to be counted among them. So much is at stake.

Aiee and why the heck am I writing this. I think it's the time. It's 12:23AM. I should go to sleep. Gah.. late nights always make me sappy. Usually I can't stand exorbant amounts of sappiness. Oh well. Call me a romantic, just not sappy. Anything but that.

And now to sleep, and enjoy the last few months of normalcy.

and.. is it just me or is blogger acting up?

physics was funny today. Rob touched this intricate pulley thing we have set up and.. promptly knocked the entire thing down. Despite the fact that there was written in bright green letters "DO NOT TOUCH". The entire class was laughing for the next 10 minutes as he tried to put back together :P

And for another example of teenage driving, the quote of the day during lunch:
"Come on. Move cars! You know that you want me to make a blatantly illegal turn across many lanes!"
...We managed to restrain him though.

aaaack. May! You were at my house. And I didn't know. Either I'm entirely too oblivious or.. something. I think I'm oblivious. And now my mom says she was calling my name repeatedly. Wow. *thwaps self* I'll be sure to actually listen next time if someone comes to my house! But at least I avoided fishing again. :P And.. next time you ARE here.. itd help if _someone_ said 'hi!'. I only selectively block out my moms voice, afterall.

It's amazing how much homework one can have in one day. Or actually, one weekend. I have over 20 calculus problems, an English research paper to start, a history thing to do (something about Europe), a web programming assignment due, and.. the crux of the entire thing.. over 50 physics problems (plus or minus 10 or so) to do on nuclear physics. gahhh.. *dies*

At work now. So i'm allowing myself to go online ;) Just found out that the son of one of my mom's co-workers goes to Wootton. A senior apparently. Keith (Keit?) something. SHe says he studies chinese there. Out of curiousity, anyone know him?

while I was in the front of class teaching C++:
"Look! It's humping the tree!"
Me: "Whaaaa-?!"

Then I walked over and told them to get out of Incredible Machine. No one plays games until i'm done talking :P

as a result of my grades (*whimper* it makes all of YOU look like geniuses.. even more so than you are now!).. I've decided to curb my home internet time. *grimace* if I can. i'll seriously try!.. so now I'm only going to online at school and at work. which means that I'll probably not talk to most of you for a good while. *sob*

hoo boy. report cards was today. and.. oh boy. *has approximately 4 hours left to live*

someone saaave me. i'm stuck in web programming with a horrible horrible sub who doesnt know anything about computers who thinks that everything we do involves trying to sneakily play games (okayokay, so maybe we are - but that's not the point! he shouldn't be that suspicious!).

Let's see if this works. Added new "Languages" to translate to. May, if you need to cheer up, read the below posts in Elmer Fudd :P

I know the pressure can get overwhelming sometimes, May - especially from friends and parents. But also from youself. But.. the pressure, like most troubles, will pass. What may have been a seemingly life-and-death situation, or a seemingly insurmountable pressure will eventually fade. Heck, you might even look back and laugh at the whole thing. I know when I think back to the summer of eighth grade, I remember a huge amount of pressure. The family was moving away from my home of 2 years (2 of the best years so far in my life), I was about to enter high school (and woo, in retrospect, I really DID make a big deal out of that. Now being a senior, I'm probably doing exactly the same thing with College, then when I'm a senior in college, the same thing with the "real world"), and I didn't exactly get along with certain people in the place I was a camp counselor (*cough*diana*cough* you know who you are - though you're not as bad anymore :P guess people DO change at least a bit after 4 years). But now, thinking back - I don't remember the pressure, I don't remember the troubles. I remember the watergun fights at Camp, the excitement of moving to a new place (And a spiffy new school). And.. ugh. Shoot. What was my point? Got sorta off on a tangent. Umm.. anyways, pressure will always be there. But so will people who are willing to help alleviate it. And though sometimes not directly, at least indirectly. *points at random person from past, who I don't know, but you do* I'm sure there are at least some people who do understand the pressures of freshman year. And heck, the pressures of the teenage years. Me? I'm just a crazy rambling survivor who has nothing better to do than write stuff in blogs. So I'll go do Calculus homework now.

i think this afternoon finally proved how lazy I am. And how lazy some of my friends are. So, we were leaving Whitman and one of the people had a parking space that was like the 2nd closest one to the school. So.. we hitched a ride with him to the opposite end of the parking lot. Yes, that's right. Got in a ride, put down our stuff and was driven to the other side of the lot. It's a long distance! A whole.. 3 minutes walking.

Oh, and May: Nyah! :P

lunch was.. hilarious to say the least. first lunch, some friends and I planned to do something on Jon - who has second lunch. So.. when he came downstairs to go out, we four went up to him and:
Jon: *looks around suspiciously* uhh.. what are you guys doing?
Me: *smiles innocently* nothing!.... Now!
Chris: BEGONE FOUL DEMON! *puts a Demon Ward on Jon's forehead*
Jon: *looks blankly* What the hell..? Oh! *throws Ward on ground* Ahhh! I'm going to kill you!
It was.. executed perfectly. So, we actually managed to put a demon ward on someone's forehead. And.. I had written "Beware the large man" on it in chinese :P

There was something else I was going to say... arggh! It's at the tip of my tongue.. what was it?! I KNOW I was planning on putting it here.. dang it! Oh.. shoot. Oh well. Guess I'll write it when I remember to. But argh! *frustrated*

In other news.. DOA2 is officially my second favorite 3d fighting game! Next to Soul Calibre. Which says something for DOA2. It's.. amazing! And they have pinup pictures of all the girls! *droools* eheh.. 'course its the gameplay that matters. yeah.

It's funny sometimes how small the world is. Like today. I was browsing through random newspapers - and somehow I got ahold of the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. And since I used to live there, I naturally flipped through it. And lo and behold.. a name popped out at me - in the high school sports section. 'Monica Bradshaw'. It brought back a lot of memories.. I haven't thought about her in nearly 5 years. I had known her in sixth grade - before I moved to New Jersey. She was my first real crush. And I think she liked me too. But.. now its simply a question of What If? What if I hadn't moved from Atlanta, What if I had kept in touch? What if.. well. What If. So now.. suddenly small little things are beginning to remind me of her. I saw a girl with long brown hair playing the violin today.. and I thought of her doing it next to me in sixth grade orchestra. ..someone was whispering something in my ear..and I thought of when she had done it during one day outside, while we were watching some sports thing. I wonder how she is. The article didn't give many details. Only that Meadowcreek's (the high school which I WOULD have gone to) leading soccer player, Monica Bradshaw will be playing at some game against some school. I hope she's fine. And happy. And I wonder if she still remembers me..after all these years?

Oh and the picture is in the visions section. Too lazy to go back and change the post.

I put another picture myself up. It's slightly (only slightly!) better than the other one. Try not to laugh :P Its another semi-formal typish thing. I really do need to get a scanner. All the pictures of myself I find are from the deep dark recesses of my hard drive in a folder that is known as "Bottomless Pit" - a place where I throw everything that I have no immediate need for in.

And.. something new. At the top of the blog window is a link to The T'inator. Click it! Use it! Love it!.. Or at least marvel at its genius.

Saaaaave meeeee! From what you ask? Homewooooooork!.. So today is my designated homework day. Which means - you guessed it! Homework. And I'm finding I have lots and lots of it. Random calculus problems that'll probably take me half an hour.. read more *ugh* Huck Finn, prepare to write my English research paper on random poems, actually look at what is supposed to be taught next in AP Computer Science, write 50 (yes, FIFTY!) "essay" questions for AP Euro (completely with "sample" answers) - yup, this is where my afternoon's gonna go to, and finally.. read up on the nuclear physics chapter (which after doing Quantum physics is actually pretty easy). Soo.. yeah. Save me! Save me! Save me! Someone call me. Or better yet, do all my homework for me :P

Yeah! Freespeech is back up. *hop* Now.. go visit the link a couple posts down. :P

Sometimes, I'm not too sure about my parents.

Today, while we were out - my mom was supposed to lock the door. So.. about an hour and a half later, when we were returning to the car, my mom says "I don't now where the keys are!".. And.. after searching for nearly half an hour, we finally found them. Still in the keyhole on the trunk of the car. Oiii..

And.. the day before, my dad was attempting to fix the muffler of the car. And he needed some aluminum cans. We didn't have any 'sides some beer cans. So he took two and tried the use them - except they were full. So he drunk one can.. felt sorta drunk and tried to drink the other. Oii.. so in the end he was too dizzy to fix the car. *shakes head*

And freespeech.. work you stupid thing!

It's a perfect day outside. So I was putting our hammock up. Then I tried laying on it. And I've got the buises to prove that little excursion :P I DID find out a couple o' tidbits about hammocks though:
1. Never have the hammock too far above the ground. It hurts like heck when you fall.
2. Never have the hammock too low on the ground - the grass tickles to no end.
3. And.. the prime deterrent to hammock users accross the world - kid brothers. Keep them far far away! Otherwise you'll never be able to stay still.

Oh. And if you havent yet cliked on the link in the post from yesterday, I urge you to do so. It'll surely lighten the air ;)

*Bursts out laughing* My god. That guy is a genius!

Break is almost over! Oh no! *sob* I don't wanna go back to school!

I might be getting a job somewhere else for the summer. Lockheed-Martin gave me an offer :P Doesn't pay much ($13 an hour) but.. its a reputable company (more or less). Sooo.. yeah. *is happy* I have a job! *hop*

er.. I guess a promise is a promise.. so Diana.. the amazing and nice! There. I said it. Now you gotta follow suit and BE amazing and nice ;)

Where am I now? At work. Since I've been trying to get this stupid SQL thing working since 2pm. And.. as Angela can give evidence to, I eventually did it around 6 or so :P Guess I was too obstinate. You know.. obstinate a cool word. Like clandestine. Actually, I like Clandestine better. I guess you could use both and say something is obstinately clandestine!

And.. next time I see any representative of Microsoft, remind me to throw a pie in his face - for requiring me to research all those stupid acronyms. OLE, DOM.. sheesh. I swear the thing took me 10 minutes to code.. and 3 hours to find what each word meant.

Dang it.. I want to see a movie today. I'm in a movie seeing mood.. SOMEONE SEE A MOVIE WITH ME!... and no, my brother doesn't count. Since all HE wants to see is Pokemon 3. And after being dragged to Pokemon 1 and 2.. I won't put myself through that again.

Right. So.. I WANNA SEE A MOVIE!.. hehe.. I just realized I'm 18 now.. that opens up soooo many new avenues. *blink*

and of course, blogger is being weird again.

freespeech was down for a while today. *kicks it* anyways.. nothing interesting happened today :P I was working though.. on random ASP pages. Sheesh.. do you have any idea how stupid SQL is? And.. so tempermental!

I was reading Huck Finn today and for some reason, I thought of The Sound and the Fury. It was probably because of Faulkner's stream-of-consciousness.. its very confusing like!
I remember when I started reading it and I saw how it was without any punctuation and any coherent sense of grammar so that when the essay on Faulkner came up I had nothing to write about except the overwhelming sense of confusion that had settled over my mind while I was reading the book and then of course I expected to fail the essay although then the teacher said that the essay was interesting in its views which was beyond me frankly since all I knew I did was that I was rambling for the entire forty five minutes without any direction at all but then again it shows how much I know about my own writing if the teacher liked it and I did note also the fact that stream of consciousness was pointlessly complicated and that any one who has any intelligence what so ever should avoid it at all costs me included of course which probably means that i am an idiot but oh well I think I already knew that and no all of you be quiet for I know what you are thinking anyways now I am left with nothing to say but that I am not an idiot and even if I am being repetitive it is because I am doing it on purpose yes of course on purpose for why else would I be doing this if not on purpose and ignore the repetition since it is the way lots of people think though I do it only when I am bored and with nothing to do gee I wonder how long this paragraph has been going oh well I have lots more space to write in so I might as well fill it up with something with what though I sure do not know. So I'll stop now. Yes.

Diana! You wanted to be mentioned. So here :P

i went out to Bethesda (wow.. reaaal far, eh?) for a while today. We "people-watched". Heh. That's actually a term Ilona used. I havent thought about her for a while. But.. people-watching is fun. There was this middle-aged guy who we think had a toupee. I mean.. he was clutching (and i mean _clutching_) his hair every couple minutes. I dunno.. maybe it was because he was nervous that several teenagers were staring at him :P

Gah.. Huck Finn IS a good book.. just a little hard to get into. I don't know why.. the dialect just puts me off a bit.

*blink* Hey Diana! Guess you're right. I DO write down everything i do everyday :P So.. quiet you ;)

I decided which college I'm going to tonight. And... hmm. *ponders effects of not telling*..

Well, I'm not THAT mean. So.. after careful consideration of places, prices and atmosphere.. I'm going to University of Maryland College Park. Wheeeee. Cornell was much too expensive.. as well as I didn't like the place that much afterall. University of Rochester was very very tempting.. but in the end THAT much snow just didn't hold much favor. So.. UMDCP it was. Now everyone celebrate. I am done with this whole college thing :P

i had another sleepover yesterday.. *burned out* whew.. we watched weird Anime.. Trigun is cool! Especially the cat!

And.. oh! May made up a weird 'lanuage'. Which is something like this:
(pCanii pyouii preadii pwhatii piii pwroteii?) (pitsii pactuallyii peasyii ptoii preadii!)

And Trigun is cool.

i went to visit the cherry blossoms today, after I left my friend's house. It was very lovely. So.. yeah. I don't dislike pink as much as I made it seem May :P I guess it's.. fitting for this time of year. And the pink cherry blossoms WERE very very pretty.

And now.. I must be off. I'm late for another sleepover thingy as it is already. Oh my. Hopefully.. I can stay awake all night this time..

its 12:15 and im the only one up. barely though. i think i woke the others up when i went to take a shower. oh well. last night was weird. not only did i blow up the potatoes, i also tried to balance on a big blue rubber ball. im trying it now actually.. attempting to sit on it. and falling flat on my face. ..but i was able to do it once or twice last night for over 2 minutes. so i know i can!

my friend's cat is a terror. It's a killer cat!.. When i was sleeping in the morning (since no one got to sleep until around 6 or so) the cat kept crawling on my head. So everytime a furry thing came near me, I thwapped it away. So now I think the cat's scared of me :P

And now.. off to steal all the breakfast food before the others wake up..

Oh wow. So I'm at my friends house right now. A group of us are having a sleepover. I become hungry. What do I do? Well.. all the food we ordered is gone (pigs, we are) - so.. I scrounge around for food. I find a can of Campbell's Potato Soup in one of the cupboards. Now, as I've warned people many times: I can not for the life of me cook. So.. I decided that the canned soup would be within my range. I put it in, and let it cook.
...several minutes later....
*Colin rushes over* "David! Your potatoes are exploding!"
"What!?" *I rush over to the microwave*
Yes. My fears were true. The soup exploded. And as I so kindly told Colin... "Uhh.. Colin? ummm.. well, you see.. your microwave now smells of potatoes.. and well.. has a layer of potatoes covering its walls."
*sigh* So now I'm a failure at cooking! Even microwave cooking! I can no longer be called a Microwave Cook! *sob* Oh! The sorrow! ...So.. I guess you're the only one of us left, May.

Yup. I have a prom date again. Finally. For the last time. I hope.

*is happy*

Repeat after me now. SPRING BREAK! SPRING BREAK! SPRING BREAK! Wooooo!

Physics was my last class of the day. And.. no one was listening. We watched a video with "the worst pun you'll ever hear." And yeah. Though it was a classic one, it was still horrible. "Scientists over the years have discovered many units. Electrons, protons, neutrons, and recently the unit of population, pers-ons." *groan* Also during physics I made a masking tape statue of the teacher. I was REALLY bored. But it was very detailed :P Hair, clothing and everything. He might make it the mascot. hah.

As usual, lunch was weird. When we were out.. we didn't have anywhere to go. We had bought the food too early - lunch wasn't over yet. So I brought them to my house, since I had to get something anyways. Once inside, they wanted to see my room. I told them it was too dirty and had multiple layers of clothing everywhere. Their response:
Chris: So what?
Me: But it's so messy!
Chris: Doesn't matter! Do Colin and I LOOK like some hot girls to you?
Me: *sorely tempted to say yes*
Chris: Say yes, and we'll leave you here.
Me: *still sorely tempted to say yes*
Chris: Say yes, and we won't bring you out when Colin's driving.
Me: eh... fine. No, you don't.
I needed to get back to Whitman.. :P Otherwise I wouldve. They DO look like hot chicks!.. *duck*

Whew.. no school for over a week. Yeah!

Hey, Rooby. Am I invited too? :P

And now.. I must go feed the neighbor's rabbits.

And I guess as an example I should stop playing random games as well. :P Damn. That means I actually have to stand up and teach. *sniff* It's hard work!

Right now, I'm stuck teaching the AP Com Sci class. Well, sorta. I'm lounging near the front, letting Colin do all the work. *lazy aura* But I'm giving him moral support! Really! And correcting all of his mistakes...

Oiii.. Ken is being weird. He's reading a Japanese grammar book that's written in Chinese, in Computer Science... in an English school. Wow. Talk about international. Maybe I should stop him. He is SUPPOSED to be listening to Colin.. ehh.. I'll let him to his grammar. Hmm. But I SHOULD go stop Jeff from playing Donkey Kong Country on the ZSnes emulater... Sheesh. I rue the day I put the emulator on the network.

Dipity Do, Dipity Dee. You know.. when J saw my performance at the Shakespeare festival, she said that me and Andy looked like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. Um.. is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Physics is getting insanely boring. And weird. And hard. Well, not hard. Just intricate. And seemingly pointless. I can't for the life of me think of a practical way to use the knowledge we're gaining. How many times a day do YOU measure the ratio of Q/M of an electron while its curving in a magnetic field with a certain strength, at a certain velocity and with a certain radius of curvature?.. About -42 times a day for me.

Oh my.. I just remembered a hilarious thing in AP Literature today. We are reading Huckleberry Finn (Damn that book!).. and our teacher gave us a surprise quiz on it. *sounds of doom*
"Take out a sheet of paper for a quiz. If you don't know anything or haven't read it, don't take one out. You'll save me time and save yourself paper."
*class looks around* *class thinks* *class ponders* *class sweatdrops*
"Ready for the quiz?"
*class nods*
"Okay.." *reads off random question* "Turn in your papers!"
*Three people hand in papers* *class facefaults*
It was pretty pathetic actually. Outta 20 people, only 3 people read the book. And.. I wasn't one of them :P

1 more day until spring break! Yeah!

And my Calculus teacher has the gall to give us a test on friday. The last day. No one will be able to concentrate. We'll all fail. *sob*

wow. Randomly going to people's blogs is fun. Eerily so. And.. seems to me everyone is caught up in grades. I would list my grades - but both for humiliation (of me, not you) and senioritis, I'm not. Well, mainly for humiliation. I haven't fallen that far into senioritis yet, ..right?

Be happy if your GPA is above a 3.5 ..unless you want to get into Yale, or Harvard, or the creme de la creme of the top ivy schools. In that case, work your butt off - 'cause you'll need it :P In other cases.. do other stuff. If like me you're into computers.. learn something on the side thats not taught in school. Or.. play a sport. I've always liked tennis. Hah.. I even remember the time I was on the Volleyball thing. That was fun... much much too time consuming but fuuun. Or.. Join It's Academic! yeah! *plug for It's Ac*. High School's been fun. I find myself wishing for another year of it sometimes. Then I realize what I'm saying and promptly thwap myself. But.. it HAS been fun. The years have flown by. Well, most of them. Sophomore year went past soooo slow. But the rest were fast. Incredibly so. Especially senior year. Seems like yesterday when I entered Whitman as a senior, finally. Heck, seems like yesterday I was jumping around 'cause I was able to go out for lunch. First semester of junior year.. that went past quickly too. Though for different reasons - which I'm not gonna get into. And.. well, freshman year will always be a special year - just like senior year. When you're a freshman.. everything's a challenge. When I joined Whitman's Tech Team..computer club..I remember how intimitated I was. The people there knew SO much stuff! ..Then I got used to it and eventually knew more than them :P And.. freshman classes ARE sorta fun.. sorta mind you. I still prefer senior classes. Only in those (senior classes) can you sit back, relax, but your feet on the chair in front and ramble about random pieces of literature.. or random facets of physics. Heck.. class has never been so comfortable. Though Calculus was a bitch.

..And there will end this impromptu moment of sentimentality. No more nostalgia nope. I'm not gonna miss a thing. Can't wait to get out of Whitman. Won't miss a single person.

..Right.

so i guess i'm without a prom date again. great. since her family _is_ going on a trip that week. *mutter* dang it. oh well. They say that third time's the charm. Hopefully, they're right.

In other news.. hm. Well, there is no other news. that and im slightly depressed and dont feel like typing.

half days are fun. 'cept i had a math test today. argh. I did sooo bad on it. Hell, I'll be lucky if I get a C on it.

And now... I shall take a nap. Since I'm tired. And then maybe go out for a while. And try and convince m'would be prom date to go. fuuuuuuuun.

Sometimes, I'm not so sure about my friends. Like when we were driving out to lunch today:

*snip - random topic on FF8*
"Squall DOES care about what happens!"
"He does not. He only wants to get in Rinoa's pants."
"Wait, doesn't she wear a skirt?"
"Pants!"
"No, no. I think she wears a skirt."
"Pants!"
"Skirt!"
"Pants!"
"Skirt!"
"Pants!"
"Skirt!"
"Pants!"
"Uhh.. guys? Do you realize what you're argueing about?"
"...."
"...."
"Thought so."

Its amazing how stupid our conversations are, sometimes.

My would-be prom date might be somewhere else prom weekend. So.. I might have to find another one. Damn. Hope she doesnt though.

Aiie. So I haven't blogged for a day. I had no time at all!.. Stupid
physics olympics projects. Here was my schedule for yesterday and
today:

5:00 - Arrive at friends house, start building physics project.
8:30 - Tired of working, we order pizza, eat and have fun.
11:00 - Finish building physics project, then proceed to have fun.
4:00 - Finally everyone's too tired and we all fall asleep.
(The following morning)
10:00 - Woken up by the cat. Freak because it was on my head.
11:00 - After showering, grumbling at the cat, and getting myself awake
- make some last minute modifications to physics project.
1:30 - Everyone is starving. So we try to cook. Or rather they try
to cook. I stay back 'cause I don't want to burn down his house.
2:00 - After eating, we commence testing and calibration of physics
project.
4:00 - Grouching and mumbling, we take the car out and buy more
materials.
5:00 - Came back, and did more calibrations.
6:00 - Everyone's tired. Calibrations were almost done. So we
say "Screw this" and decide to finish it when we go out for lunch
on Monday.
7:00 - I get back, eat dinner, and finish random hw.

So, I didn't have time to do ANYTHING this weekend. Not a thing.
Stupid physics. But I think our project is cool. We had to build
something that launches or shoots golfballs. We did using springs
and wood. It works fairly well, actually. We think it might be
able to kill, or seriously injure a person if we shot the ball at
full power. But we won't test our theories :P Setting the
golfball on fire then launching it would be cool. We actually
launches a ball over my friend's house. It cleared it completely.
So.. if we bring the project in to school, does that mean we have
a lethal weapon on our hands?

Next, repeat after me.
I'mtiredofHuckFinnI'mtiredofHuckFinnI'mtiredofHuckFinn..
I don't know how many times I've been required to read that infernal book. Every year it seems.
Heck, I've read it so many times that a certain playwright
named Bill pales in comparison.

I've been debating myself if I should bother making a new page
layout. On one hand, it would be cool and I have some ideas to
try out. As well as some random DHTML/CSS stuff I want to
implement. On the other hand, is it even worth the effort?
I'm probably the only one to visit my page (and even then, not
very often!). And I'm finding myself seriously lacking in
time. (Ok, maybe not THAT lacking. I still procrastinate
lots.. and am bored lots of times)... but still. Is it even
worth the effort?

And another thing I'm trying to decide... I never did beat
FF8. So.. maybe I should. I mean the ending is probably very
cool - if I ever push myself to get that far. hmm.. I dunno..
it's an okay game - but it gets sooooo boring sometimes. And
Rinoa acts like an idiot sometimes. Actually, Squall acts
like an idiot lots of times - so Rinoa isnt that bad. But..
maybe. I might just surprise you people one day and declare
the game beaten :P

Oh, and I got meself a prom date. *boggle* a wonder, really.