Monday, May 25, 2009

What a cruel twist of fate

What a cruel twist of fate that I should meet a spectacular individual at such a late stage in this chapter of my life and coexist with such a person for a comparatively small period of time, only to be whisked away again by geography. It's completely unfair, considering how fascinating you are, and how I enjoy your voice, both literally and literarily. You've got such phenomenal taste in music, too.
And then to come so close to spending the next chapter of my life with you nearby, only to have another opportunity come along, that while appealing, lacks you.
I only fear that the geographic distance will make us distant in relationship, as well. Hopefully, a four year absence will not be irreparable. I'll visit when I come home, I promise. Because you're worth it.

Saturday, May 23, 2009


I would like to clarify from the previous post that I do not know who you are. I just know the nearest town. You can look, too.
It's the two things on the right below the archive list. It's not as creeper/stalkerish as it looks.
I got the idea from my friend A, who has it on her blog, although it took me a bit to figure out how it works.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Kannapolis and Glee

So, I added this thing that tells me where the IP addresses that look at my blog are from.
Since yesterday, I've gotten one from Kannapolis... and they navigated from Moodle. Moodle is the website that my 3rd period psych class is hosted on... and I did post a link here on my user profile...
And there's a school in Kannapolis that is in my 3rd period psych class.
Now I'm intensely curious about who from there is reading.
So say hi!

There's this amazing new show called "Glee." It just premiered on Fox this week, and it's about a glee club. In the course of the show's pilot, one glee club performed "Don't Stop Believin'" and another performed "Rehab" (Amy Winehouse, not Rihanna). I got them on iTunes... on Wednesday. And I've already listened to both of them like 18 times. I find myself humming them in class.
It's kind of distracting, and I'm already prone to distraction since it's the end of the school year.
And the new episode isn't coming out 'til SEPTEMBER. I'm going to go insane from waiting.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Signing, Love, and Grammar

I hate signing yearbooks. Why? Because that person (people, group of people, horde) comes up to you and asks you to sign their yearbook. You know the one: the one that you really haven't talked to all year (whether that's because you secretly dislike them and have been avoiding them, or because you honestly just don't know them at all), and you can't think of anything significant to say to them now. So you sit there, dumbly thinking... while they scribble away in YOUR yearbook, taking up space that could be used for people you actually care about. And you also have to time it so you finish signing each others book at approximately the same time, otherwise one of you stands there awkwardly waiting for the other to finish, feeling kind of bad because the other person thought of better things to say. Meanwhile, the other person feels rushed in what they're trying to say... the whole deal is a mess.

Additionally, how are you supposed to summarize en entire year's worth of a relationship with a person that you actually DO care about in a blurb? It's dumb. If it's someone you really care about, then you're probably going to continue to see that person.

A was deaf for today. It was an assignment for her sign language class. She wasn't allowed to speak for most of the day, and had to use sign language exclusively. Which made me think: how does a person with sign language think? Intelligent thought depends on the structure of language, so how would a deaf person's thought process change because their language is one of physical movement, rather than one of verbalization?

Make up your mind. And when you do so, make it up in a way that I like.
And since I know you're reading this, here is an appropriate sentence that ends in a preposition:
What did you step on? What department is she in?
Some articles article on the rule:
So there. I win.

Not to the person addressed above: Take a hint. I've provided you with many.

Monday, May 18, 2009

The ice cream machine at Sonic was broken tonight. Seriously, Sonic serves absolutely no purpose except as a source of ice cream.

I had my recital. I killed the Brahms (bad killed, not good killed). Everybody liked the flute duet best, it seems. I would write more, since it was a big deal and something that I've been working toward all year, but the entire day is a bit of a blur and I only remember bits and pieces. Like seeing D walk in after the first movement of the Poulenc in the balcony. And FORGETTING MY MUSIC holy crap nevermind about not writing anymore. So I get there, and C wants to run through the Mendelssohn once before people get there. I go to get the music out... and it's NOT THERE. Neither was the Poulenc. I forgot the piece that opened the recital, and the piece that opens the second half of the recital... I seriously have to be the most irresponsible person on the face of the planet. How could I forget something so important like that? At any rate, E and N brought me my music... after I freaked out backstage for about a half-hour.
I also remember Grandmommy's face when she came up to give me a hug... and almost falling over after the recital in general. If C hadn't brought me a water bottle I probably would have. (THANK YOU SO MUCH!)

The night before recital we had prom. I went to pick up the tuxedo, and it was very much not the color I had ordered. It was orange, and I had ordered red. Now, it was a very nice shade of orange... dark, almost burnt looking... but it would have clashed wonderfully with K's dress. They called me back later, saying they'd given me the wrong tuxedo entirely. Two Robert's had ordered the same tuxedo with different colored vest/ties. So it was easy to mix up.

I'm rambling again, so I'm going to bed... Hopefully by the time I write again I'll be a bit more coherent.

Friday, May 15, 2009


D entered some sort of drawing to win the tenth book in the Pendragon series, and she WON. I'm so jealous! But she's going to let me borrow it, so it's okay.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

While I'm sure that your current situation with your relationship sucks, I promise that other situations have sucked more. I would simply like to point out that writing long, angsty facebook statuses will do NOTHING to resolve whatever your issue may be. Further, it irritates me (and probably others) for the following two reasons:
  1. It's a serious downer. I barely know you, and you're shoving your issues in my face. Quite frankly, I don't care how sad you are that the girl you like is mad at you. You aren't the first person to deal with relationship drama.
  2. Either you cannot type at all, or you have no comprehension of the basic rules of the English language, such as capitalization, spelling (and that's ignoring the texttalk), and the idea that a sentence must end for the next one to begin. How did you get to high school if you cannot construct a basic sentence?
  3. You did it not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES in a row. Once is forgivable, if you are TRULY that broken up over whatever happened, but really? Three time in the course of a day. I'm sure that the girl in question is thrilled that you're putting your problems up for the entire world to see.

My recital is this weekend!

I keep thinking of things I'll write here, and then I forget them.
It's kind of frustrating.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009


My dad suggested that my grandma not come to my graduation. While that would completely suck, he has very good reasons: Grandmommy went to my cousin's graduation last year and ended up in the hospital with pneumonia (I think?) after it rained the whole time. Generally our graduation ceremony takes place in the heat of the afternoon... and I wouldn't want her to have to go through that.
I hope it's overcast, but not rainy.

Sunday, May 10, 2009


Today, I learned that the proper term for the philosophy of being conservative is not "conservativism" but "conservatism." How did I learn this? My father purchased a book for my grandfather called Liberty and Tyranny by Mark Levin. However, I'm reading it first, because my Dad thinks it's important for my education.
Maybe he thinks I'll turn into a conservative?
For the record, it's really boring so far. I wouldn't mind reading a book that presented conservative ideals, as long as it did so in a way that didn't make me sleepy. I'd also like it not to vilify liberalism. Does anyone know of a book that presents both the conservative and liberal philosophies in a non-biased way? Preferably presenting them both on specific issues, and also as an overall thought process?

By the way, it's nice to know what you really think of us, J. Trust me when I say I'm not particularly fond of you, either. You're doing me no favors by staying.
"Living hell," indeed.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

...Or you will be shot.

Today, I took the AP Calculus BC exam. I can't tell you anything about any of the multiple choice questions ever, and I can't talk about the exams until I get them back. (See title for consequences.)
However, I will say that my final essay was INSANELY hard. Stephen Hawking couldn't have done it. How do they expect us, lowly high school students, to be able to do it? Whatever. In the back of my mind I know I did well because Mrs. L prepped us AMAZINGLY, but there's always that nagging doubt until you get your test scores back.

Which, by the way, I won't get back until about the THIRD WEEK OF JULY. That's almost three months from now.

Anyway, after I had filled out all of the standard information (you know. What's your name? What is your ethnicity? What is the highest level of education your parents have received? etc. The same survey questions that have been asked on every standardized test since the beginning of time) and we were about to begin the actual test portion, and Mrs. K went through the standard materials review. On a whim, I look down at my pencils, to ensure that they were #2 pencils...

...and they were #2.5. Since when does that even exist? Of all the possible things that could happen to me on a standardized test day, I cannot think of ANYTHING that would suck more than having your test not scored because you used the wrong type of pencil.

But I got my pencil, and I took the test successfully (hopefully) and we'll see how it works out later.

I had an oral surgeon consult today. It turns out that getting your wisdom teeth taken out is expensive.

And then I went to my lesson today, right before the "tornado deathstorm" (we saw like five minutes of heavy rain) swept across the county. Quarter-sized hail in Mocksville, though.
Lucky them. I love storms.

Dad has never heard of Guitar Hero.
How is this possible?

Sunday, May 3, 2009


I think it's very interesting that whenever I want to put something on here, I push a button that says "Publish Post." It makes me feel like a journalist or a novelist or something... at any rate, I'm sitting here at my computer at 2:21 Sunday morning. I should sleep, but I'm not all that tired.

I bought a cinnamon dolce latte today at Starbucks, and when I got home, I put it on my car so I could get my stuff together and go inside, and it FELL. The top came off, and that lovely, creamy beige sweetness went spilling on the driveway, trickling toward the fresh-mowed grass. It made me sad.

I saw C today. He looked clean. Presentable. Considering the last time I saw him he thought he had overdosed on... something... I'd say this is an improvement. Evidently he's going to room with A in college... that will be interesting. You know, it's weird, when you see someone like that, who you used to have this huge crush on, and then you realize all at once, "Oh. I'm no longer attracted to you in the least bit."

Band day was today. Let's not talk about it.

Again, I'm doing the whole "plight of minor characters" thing. This time it's Phyllis from The Office. Michael is such a jerk. Let her play basketball!

While I'm disgusted by what V said, and I feel as if I have a social responsibility to speak out about it, the though of doing so makes me uneasy. Not exactly afraid, but... uneasy.

33 more days, and I will no longer be a high school student. 14 more days until I give what might actually be the longest recital in the world, to which my father has invited practically EVERYONE whose opinion I have ever cared about. 3 days until the AP Calculus BC exam, which might not actually be as bad as I've been anticipating. 2 days until G comes home. 69 days until alumni day. 13 days until prom- and I still need to get my tuxedo. Crap. I thought I was prepared.

Hygiene is important.

How do they make jellybeans taste the way they do? I got a 40-flavor sampler pack for easter and I've been working my way through it. It's remarkable, how close they taste.
I will not eat:
  • Licorice
  • JalapeƱo
  • Margarita (I tried it, and it tastes wierd)
  • Bubble Gum
  • Cotton Candy
Don't ask me what my favorite flavor is, because I have like twenty. By the way, is there really a need for Orange Sherbet, Orange Juice, and Tangerine? I mean, I like all of them, but they're kind of redundant.

Except the tangerine really does taste like a tangerine...

Okay. I'm clearly in need of sleep.