American Idiots
Yeah, sweet DDR party today. Well, first there was my awesome dinner I made (well, okay it wasn't that awesome) and then the sweet brownies I made (which didn't cook and thus were not awesome at all) and then it started thunderstorming (Kristen and I got really excited about that) and so there was rain dancing and judo-chopping (yes the two actions are related). Then began DDR. And guess what? Yeah, I'm not very good. But neither was anyone else, except that Mike kid, who basically just owned all of us. Then a quick trip to Blockbuster (which isn't a quick trip at all from my house) to grab a scary movie, for Friday the Thirteenth. Naturally, we grabbed dodgeball. (Kristne, Sean, and I overruled the scary movie desicion) But it was totally awesome since Sean and I had never seen it, so it was HILARIOUS. Ik now, I know, behind the times.
Ah, well, I have done meditating for the evening, but my brain is melting in my cranial capacity, so I think I'm done.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Thursday, May 12, 2005
BubblesBubblesBubblesBubblesBubblesBubbles
That up there is pretty much how my brain sees things after about a steady week of standardized testing. Between the scantron finals, the SATs, and the APs, there's just lots of those little fill in bubbles floating about in my eyesight. B? A? M&M?
But it's very gladly over- and after tomorrow, the seniors' last day, I will have about 3.5 weeks of clear sailing. Easy waters in psych, precalc, bio, and econ. Not to mention theo and brit lit which are just always easy. So basically all that I have left to worry about it Spanish. Bloody Spanish.
Today was lots of fun. Well, besides the whole taking the AP test. Kristen and Katie and Caitlin Anne and I all went to Panera in the morning. There we goofed about, frolicing in joy and rapture. To kill time we also went to the mall, where we ran into Mrs. Schmitz and OB, who thought we were skipping school. But we corrected them, proving that we weren't indeed badasses, but instead overacheivers simply waiting to take a college level entry exam. No worries. Then, afterwards, Lyla, Shannon, Nina, and myself attended Panera (yes again for me) and partook in interesting conversations, which are never lacking when Lyla is around.
And then I slept.
My pillow smells good.
I have work. I must change and then leave.
That up there is pretty much how my brain sees things after about a steady week of standardized testing. Between the scantron finals, the SATs, and the APs, there's just lots of those little fill in bubbles floating about in my eyesight. B? A? M&M?
But it's very gladly over- and after tomorrow, the seniors' last day, I will have about 3.5 weeks of clear sailing. Easy waters in psych, precalc, bio, and econ. Not to mention theo and brit lit which are just always easy. So basically all that I have left to worry about it Spanish. Bloody Spanish.
Today was lots of fun. Well, besides the whole taking the AP test. Kristen and Katie and Caitlin Anne and I all went to Panera in the morning. There we goofed about, frolicing in joy and rapture. To kill time we also went to the mall, where we ran into Mrs. Schmitz and OB, who thought we were skipping school. But we corrected them, proving that we weren't indeed badasses, but instead overacheivers simply waiting to take a college level entry exam. No worries. Then, afterwards, Lyla, Shannon, Nina, and myself attended Panera (yes again for me) and partook in interesting conversations, which are never lacking when Lyla is around.
And then I slept.
My pillow smells good.
I have work. I must change and then leave.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Voices of Violence will Always be Heard
So it begins, the decent into darkness. The sky clouds over, the wind picks up. In the distance comes the marching of unseen troops. They come... closer...even closer...even closer now, every minute you hear their echoes, thundering through the thick air. The wind continues to gain strength. The thick air is pushed around you, sometimes pushed into you, soffocating before the show even starts. You wait, silently. The world is waiting, too, but it is loud enough to make up for all the quiet in you. Leaves beat eachother , trampling one another to get out of the wind's force. Water no longer ripples tranquilly, but pushes toward the shore, away from the thundering troups. Nature is greener for a time, without the white sun bleaching it- no, it evidences different colours, some you didn't realise were there, some you couldn't have seen without the darkness, the clouds. Every minute you wait the temperature drops... 30....27...24... until it feels like winter again. The sky doesn't burst forth right away. It lets go little samplings of the future... one drop.... two drops.... a smattering of drops catches your face. For a moment, nature falls into perfect silence with you. Then it comes down- the rain is steady at first, fat drops coming down one after another... until it seems like there are millions upon millions of little waterfalls coming from the sky, each unseen, only felt in the darkness. Then the lightning flashes. The colour is bleached back out of everything illuminated by this current stronger than anythign man-made. The flash ends. Then another. Every few seconds you feel and hear the troops march over you, and every few seconds snapshots of the scene are taken. Then the drops stop falling so fast. They become thick again. The snapshots stop, replaced by the dradual re-revealing of sunlight. The troops are past you now. Everything is back to normal, except now everything is a lot wetter, and a lot colder. You are happy.
I like thunderstorms a lot.
So it begins, the decent into darkness. The sky clouds over, the wind picks up. In the distance comes the marching of unseen troops. They come... closer...even closer...even closer now, every minute you hear their echoes, thundering through the thick air. The wind continues to gain strength. The thick air is pushed around you, sometimes pushed into you, soffocating before the show even starts. You wait, silently. The world is waiting, too, but it is loud enough to make up for all the quiet in you. Leaves beat eachother , trampling one another to get out of the wind's force. Water no longer ripples tranquilly, but pushes toward the shore, away from the thundering troups. Nature is greener for a time, without the white sun bleaching it- no, it evidences different colours, some you didn't realise were there, some you couldn't have seen without the darkness, the clouds. Every minute you wait the temperature drops... 30....27...24... until it feels like winter again. The sky doesn't burst forth right away. It lets go little samplings of the future... one drop.... two drops.... a smattering of drops catches your face. For a moment, nature falls into perfect silence with you. Then it comes down- the rain is steady at first, fat drops coming down one after another... until it seems like there are millions upon millions of little waterfalls coming from the sky, each unseen, only felt in the darkness. Then the lightning flashes. The colour is bleached back out of everything illuminated by this current stronger than anythign man-made. The flash ends. Then another. Every few seconds you feel and hear the troops march over you, and every few seconds snapshots of the scene are taken. Then the drops stop falling so fast. They become thick again. The snapshots stop, replaced by the dradual re-revealing of sunlight. The troops are past you now. Everything is back to normal, except now everything is a lot wetter, and a lot colder. You are happy.
I like thunderstorms a lot.