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Right Now, I'm Skipping Theatre Club to Eat Lunch...At Home
This month is just "piss Jade off month," isn't it? A few girls in TA were talking shit about teachers and stuff. They acted like they knew everything and Risa, Emeril and I just sat around shaking their heads and whispering "dude...they don't even know." Some of the stuff they said was absolute crap. Blah. Chemistry class was cool yesterday. Talked about pressure and watched our teacher crush cans by boiling water in them and then turning the cans upside down in a small bowl of cold water. "So, if you really want to be serious with your Prom date, just do this." It was spiff. Our class had a lot of questions about pressure, like instruments and machines and stuff. It was cool. Our teacher told us the story about how her daughter was around 2 months and in her high chair. She would push things off her table and watch them fall, then our teacher would give her a balloon and it would go up and our teacher would always laugh at her daughter's expression. MWAHAHAHA. Ummm...did the balloon over a test tube thing where it straightens in hot and deflates in cold water. It was a nice, easy day. AP US History was cool. I don't remember why, but I just remember it was. Anyhow, I gotta leave home in about 15 mins. Wahoo. Have fun, kids.
Enough About Dreams
Hmm...Mai made me really mad two days in a row. In fact, I'm still upset with her. So, you might remember me talking about the new elective I proposed with a group and how it was accepted. It's called Contemporary Fiction. Anyhow, Mai was part of that group. Guess what? She's not going to take the class. -_-;; She's taking German 1 instead. I don't know wtf is wrong with her. You start something, you better damn well finish it. I didn't scream at her or give her a hard time about, but I was still quite angry. Man, I have so much shiznit to do. It feels like Wednesday. Friday's going to be great. I get to volunteer from 8 to 12:30 and then hop immediately to Hard Candy rehearsal cuz it started at 12. blah. Then on Saturday, I have the SAT at 8 am, a hair appointment at 3, dinner at 5:30 then Prom at 8. Bwah. I really want to code some html right now. Probably figure out Sword vs Vespa and make the layout for yet another fanlisting. Wahoo~! I should probably make a quick layout for this blog. An anime one- hadn't had one of those layouts for a long time.
Weird Dreams
Two nights ago, I dreamt I went off to college and my dorm partners were Tracey, Lauren S., someone else from their group (maybe Theresa?) and some random punk/goth chick. There were 9 beds in the room- 4 bunks and 1 queen size bed. Lauren and I shared the queen size bed. Tracey got the bottom of a bunk bed next to us. I don't remember where Theresa was. The punk/goth chick got the top of another bunk bed. It was kind of cluttered with...beds...because, you know, dorms are very small. So Lauren suggested the punk/goth chic sleep on top of Tracey's bunk and we can move that bunk (which was exactly what I was thinking at the time.) Then Tracey's like "no." Last night, I was going to some random class (I don't know what it was about) composed of 3 students and a teacher/adult. I don't remember what we talked about. Maybe we didn't talk, but I doubt it. There were 2 guys and 2 girls in the group. One of the guys had sandy brown hair and I don't remember the other one. The chick had darkish hair and a fair face. For some reason, I really really really didn't like her. I don't remember why, and I don't think she liked me. This unliking showed outwardly somehow. Anyhow, the classes took place in this weird sort of massage hall. You know how in massage places, they have those "waiting rooms" or something and they're all mellow with curtain hangings randomly hanging places. That's what it was like. There was this hall with low toned-lights. I think the carpet was a burgundy red, and maybe there was a painting of flowers or something at the end of the hall. The dark floral flowers that are like shadows. You might've seen those paintings at antique stores. The hall was short, 2 or 3 yards. There were 2 doorways on the right and 2 on the left. There weren't doors, it was just a curtain draped over the opening and tied back with a rope to a side. I remember someone entering the first doorway on my right and I said "bye." I think I knew them. I entered the second doorway on my right. The room was small. Very small. There was a bed to the right when you walked in. A fancy bed, with tassels hanging from the curtain-over thingy and rich, dark red fabric. The teacher was sitting on the bed, the guy was sitting off to the side on a ledge I think, and the girl was sitting in a small antique chair in the far left corner of the room. I don't remember where the other guy was. Now that I think about it, I don't know if there was another guy. I sat myself on the far end of the bed opposite of the teacher and diagonally from the girl. Somehow, the girl and I learned we were twins. I was like "wtf?" because we didn't look anything alike. That was weird. She came over to my house to spend the night. We were getting ready for bed when...oh man, this part is kind of blurry...I just remember she took off her clothes, except her shirt and asked me to make love to her. I said sure, so she took off my clothes except my shirt and we started yeah...(I bet you guys are enjoying this.) But then Dad walked in on the middle of it, so we scrambled under the covers. And he's like "are you guys alright?" and I said "yeah..?" He left and we continued. Then I woke up. I blame it on this Utena music. Oh man.
For Some Reason, I Think this is Funny
Haha...goth music. ~Take your hatred out on me, make your victim my neck. You never ever believed in me, I am your tourniquet~ Ya know? Sarah's here now. Thank God, she rescued me from my Dad who was interrogating me about ASB and getting on my case about Helen's drawing of Rock from Metropolis cuz it says "Jade's Sexy Bitch."
Just Thinking
Well, lost the elections for ASB, which is alright because our ASB officers for next year kick ass and they'll do a spiff job. And everyone did kick on their speeches! It was fun, but I kinda have a headache. Out of the 12, Rimshraw, Trace, Tinker, Theresa and Samurai Michelle came out at the top. Everyone was talking about how hard it was to decide the five to vote for, and it was a really close election. But I'm very proud of our ASB 2005 YEEEEEEEEAAAH JUNIOR POWER -> SENIOR POOOOWEEERRRRR! Shyeah, that's right. But I must admit, I myself didn't know who were going to be the 5 candidates because everyone was just too jawesome. Anyhow, turned in my full application for the Oregon Council for Humanities grant. I kind of winged the "planned budget" for the last part because, frankly, I don't really know. But we'll see. It'll be fun if I get it. Oh, and my thesis question is to what degree does media affect cultural attitudes towards romance and sexuality? It has to do with media to body images to influence of romance and sexuality. I'm really nervous about it because I picked "film" as my ideal preference for presentation, but Jade here doesn't know jack about film. If I get something as important as this, I really don't want to use a Mac camera, but it'd be really expensive and confusing to rent equipment. But we'll see. Walked to the squizare with Sarah, then got ice cream with Herb. He walked me home and I played FF9! Wahoo~!
Fwah
Had an absolutely shitty week. But it's getting much better =) ASB is looking up. Speeches are approaching, so I should probably practice soon because I don't feel crazy enough...crazy like in crazy for science! Ahahahahaha! Shyeah... Mai got me really upset cuz she started dissing Mrs. Powell. Now, if she actually had her for a teacher, I would understand. But she doesn't. Grrr...she should not have said how terrible Mrs. Powell is and how much work she gives when she doesn't even have the teacher herself. Mrs. Powell is very wise, and though there was a little confusion with the research paper, Mrs. Powell is very thorough in what she says and teaches. How dare Mai speak out against a teacher on the basis of what her peers say. Sometimes it's alright, but the way she was talking about her are some topics she would never know unless she takes a class with Mrs. P. It makes me really angry about how she tends to judge people on the basis of what others say. I mean, I can understand forming opinions on what others say and keeping them in mind, but voicing them with such confidence as if she knows herself what she's talking about is, what I feel, is an absolute manifestation of ignorance. Sorry, I got really mad in classe de Espanol. I raised my voice and Senorita had to hush us. Anyhow, been working on my full grant application for the whole night. Apparently, Ginny is doing one also...something about the seperation between church and state. I dunno. She talks too fast. Hehe. I think my Mombelieves I'm cheating on Herb with Butto because Butto called my cell at 11:30 at night. It's kinda funny, but kind of weird that she takes my cellphone away from me at night. The logic doesn't really connect to an everyday person...but hey, it's my Mom. Not to mention he knows he's not supposed to call that late. Ah well. But she did a weird thing of restricting my phone shiznit to 30 minutes a day with straight cut-offs at 9. Ha, like I'm going to follow something like that. I'm sorry, Mom, but if you're going to restrict me, you're going to have to do it in a manner that I can obey or else I just won't give a damn. I'm really unnerved by this grant application. Herb and the woman who helped with the elective are writing my letters of support, but I'm quite shakey about the application itself. I should probably go to school early tommorow and talk to my APUSH teacher and/or my Honors English teacher. I'm tired, but I know I won't be able to sleep. Maybe I'll call Herb. Or maybe I'll just stay up and finish Final Fantasy Tactics Advanced. No, I still haven't beaten the game =P
Sorry, Haven't Blogged for A While
I'm so in love with this song. Last few days have been crap. I'm trying to remember what happened. Let's see...Wednesday they passed out NHS invitations in TA. Guess who was .03 under the NHS GPA? My Honors English teacher suggested I talk to the teacher that was head of NHS at SMA and she was all "...no...even if you're just a little under 3.6, they don't even consider you." I was all faq! I was really mad at myself cuz it was all out my fault. I should've said something to my Spanish teacher about how she balanced my grade incorrectly, but I thought an A- and a B+ wasn't going to make much difference in the long run. Damn, was I wrong. Oh well, another lesson learned. I guess I better call Jostens and ask them to take off the NHS symbol on the side. I shouldn't have been so cocky either. I'll probably get it next year...when it's too late for colleges to see (April.) Let's see...after that. Oh yeah! I forgot to submit my stuff to the school's literary magazine, Escribe Maria, which I was part of until I got extremely busy and dropped for a month or two. I came back Wednesday and was greeted with a "Jade! What are you doing here?" Hmmm...oh yes, SAT classes. I wanted to take an SAT class at PSU and kept asking Mom to call and schedule my ness cuz she has the flier. "Remind me later...remind me later...I'll do it tommorow..." Yes mom, yes mom, yes mom. Great, it's too late. The next one is in July when I WON'T NEED IT ANYMORE! Talked to the BSG and asked her if it was any good and got a "yeah! omigosh, the math teacher there is so smart. He knows, like, everything! I'm serious. Even I understand what he's saying." Damnit, I needed to raise my math score the most. Next day was ASB speeches. Don't get me wrong, it went well. I just got a little panicky when I found out I didn't have the huge ass paper and needed, not to mention tuve zero dinero conmigo. So of course I started freaking out. Luckily, Herb came to my rescue and bought some foam board for me at the PSU bookstore =) But dude, that was not cool. Things are much better now. Tried to find a birthday present for D yesterday with Herb, but couldn't find anything. Ate dinner at the Ram's Head. Sent him home. Cleaned the kitchen and bathroom. Shyeah. Today I get to clean my room because it looked like a bomb dropped in here and vacuum the house. Not bad I guess. Then I get to work on my campaign posters, drop off Kimiko's script, work on my ASB speech and write the Truman speech. Good stuff. Dressed as a flapper yesterday. It was for the Great Gatsby mocktail party. It was alright. Watched English teacher do the charleston. Ate food. Talked to really boring guys. Yep.
Over the Weekend
Oh man, this song is still kick! It was the first song I had downloaded in my life back in 7th or 8th grade. Anyhow, all I've been really doing is html, html and html. Oh, the joys. Opened up a CafePress for shyeah.net. I was bored. Parents said I could get a weiner dog if I got straight A's this quarter. Holy phage...an A in APUSH? *chokes* But I'm sure I can do it if I try...really really hard.
I Love You, Methodist Man
Okay, woke up this morning. Did things like clean my room and pack my mom's lunch. Went to the post office with Herb to get tax forms, but it directed us to the Fed building. Got passport pics taken at a travel agency then went to the Fed building. Herb got wanded because of his ring. Haha, bizatch. Okay, got the forms. Went to the Bijou cafe. Ate food. Went to Pioneer place and got some mints. Went to the zoo to wait for the 63 to go to the Rose Garden, but it didn't come for 45 mins so we ditched that idea. Went back downtown and got more tax forms, this time at the State level. Herb didn't get wanded. Damnit. Went to Finnegans and played with toys for an hour and a half. I bought a butterfly yo-yo which I have forgotten how to use. Aw crap (256.) But I'm practicing. Went to the Waterfront and saw dragon boat peeps from my school. Talked with Tracey for a while. Herb escorted me home. I think I'm getting high off just thinking of campaigning for ASB, maybe cuz I'm just like that. Updated shyeah.net. Be proud. Finally finished my Perfect Blue Fanlisting. That picture is the best shot out of the whole movie.
Your Uterus is Combusting
I really miss my guitar. Okay, shyeah, I'm in Hard Candy with Sarah for the one-acts. Haha, I play Gail. She's crazy. Or maybe people think she's crazy. Probably the second option, but she's still kick. She tries to get a job by hypnotizing the person, but fails. So instead, she blackmails him. Later, she hires a totally (I'm pretty sure) stoned teenager to do her job. I can see how Erin put me in her part. The MooCow on my backpack got tossed around during our cold reading. Wahoo. Tried to stick it down Sarah's sweater but that didn't work. So I just stuck it between Sam's breasts on the way home. Turned in my ASB stuff (signed approval by teacher application, campaign profile and speech) today. I'm a mad scientist. I asked if there was something I could do to make something explode on stage w/o any danger. Hehe. She said the safest thing was to use dry ice. Ah well, it'll be fun. E=sMC˛. Man, my slogan is lame. Very lame. So lacking in wang that I won't tell anyone what it stands for until the speech because it actually makes sense in the speech. But I do have a pure genius plan for backpack tags if Kate approves. But it'll also be expensive @_@;; Ack, I have a B in all my grades except Social Justice and Math. I was really surprised Mom wasn't upset. I need to watch Perfect Blue again.
Oh Shit
I think I'm going to throw up.
Meltdown
Auditioned for the One-Acts yesterday. Got called back. Auditioned today again. Some parts I did alright, like Kalina's (I think that's her name.) With January, the old guy in the rhyming one, I totally got unnerved. I think there's something about monologues that make me shake. Plus, I don't think the character I portrayed was what they were looking for. But hey, it was different than the others, and that's what they look for. Then read Dave's lines. Man, I hate that scene. I now remember how tiring acting is. I mean, tech is just as tiring...but in a different way. Aw crap (256) I still have to do my candidate profile and speech for ASB.
Utilitarianism- that Little Fucker
Just finished watching the first season boxset of Magic Knight Rayearth that I stole from Helen. For being pretty old school...well, not as old school as Astro Boy or Speed Racer...but it was still pretty good. CLAMP draws really pretty mecha. But then again, it's CLAMP. But it was pretty. Bleh, shojos always have to start all light but end their seasons with all this dark shiznit going on. Not just in CLAMP, but they did that with Sailor Moon and other various shojo shows. Haha, Hello Kitty. Okay, no. Must...watch...second season. Anyhow, Ferio and Emeraude do not look like siblings. But I thought it was funny how Lafarge was stuck with Mokona in the end. Psh, Clef. I almost cried when they made friends with Ascot. Almost. Same with the end. It was sad, even though I read before in Animerica, back when I was bored so I bought a copy and droned over it. I think I gave all my copies away to Abby. Shyeah, I did. I don't remember who the new pillar is, though. Hmmm...second season. Helen's planning to sell her Anime, apparently. Maybe I'll buy the boxset from her. I don't know, I've always been a fan of MKR for some reason. Took the ACT. Crazy like the phage, while the SAT is such a sik mofo. Herb came by and we walked up to Mom's work today, which took about 50 minutes in the sun. Good stuff. Fell asleep on the floor of the conference room. Went to Uwajamiya and ate dinner and shopped and stuff. Wahoo. Dropped Herb off. Went home, finished MKR's boxset. Now I'm kinda just here. Maybe I should...sleep...or something.
Whoa
Okay, so the main character in the book is a professor who's using some dead professor's office. And the dead chick's name is Barbara Hellermann. So, this intern was talking with him and she's all "you did know Barbara Hellermann...But you were in Portland with her." Then is goes on how to say there was a poster for a graduate seminar on the wall for gender studies at Portland State University and I was all "holeeeeh!"
HOLY MOO!
Okay, so he doesn't. But holeh. This is just crazy. He's a gender studies professor. Eek!
!!!!!!
I don't know I don't know I don't know! *cries* He could have (spoilers) a multiple-personality disorder but I don't know cuz I haven't reached the end of the book yet! I want to, but I have homework! No no no I don't want to do it. Please i want to read the book's making me feel all weird and insane sometimes i feel like i can relate to it...
Sarah is Haras(s) Backwards
Aparrently, I look like Sailor Mars. Today, Dani (Garbriel's little sister) was all "oh! I know who you remind me of! Live action Sailor Mars!" I was like "...okay." So, I looked up the Live Action Sailor Moon show and I was all like "whoa, they're asian." I mean, I know they're Japanese in the Anime, but it's just different live action. I'm kinda scared. Half of me is curious to watch and the other half is like "holy phage." Helen, Sarah and I decided to start a magazine called The Management that has no point whatsoever. We have 5 writers so far: Miyazaki, Christian and us. Wahoo. Reading a book called The Horned Man by James Lasdun that I bought from that bookshop from the PDX airport. It's interesting. It makes my head spin, but without the headache. His writing style makes me strangely paranoid and puts my mind on the edge- something no book has ever done to me. I happened to be reading it today in Study while listening to Linkin Park's Reanimation. Whoa, that was a crazy experience. Quill Driving is taking forever to redo. But I have to go do homework now.
I Need a Massage
Awww...such a sweet song. I really like the beginning. But after that, it's not as good. I really miss my cousins/uncles. They're really supposed to be my uncles because they're my Mom's cousins, but they're younger than me. So I just call them my cousins. I always seem to develop a kick relationship with the older one. We talk a lot when we see each other, but we don't really talk when we don't. It's kinda sad. I envy people like Frederick who have their cousins so close to them. They're such a close family. I mean, it's just me on my Mom's side. I have not cousins. But on my Father's, I'm the second to youngest out of my twenty something cousins who live out of state and when they come here, we barely talk because they're so much older...like married with kids in elementary school. The ones who are a bit close I never see. I remember hanging with them when I was very little and in the Philippines for the first time. I was 5 or something. Anyhow, trying to update Quill Driving. It's taking forever. I also have concept cards to finish. It takes about 2 hours to do one chapter and I have 4 left. That's alright. I'll do one tonight and one tommorow. I still get an okay grade if I don't finish them all. But there's a lot of guilt that plagues me because I do get to understand and remember the material much better if I do them. But I also have a DBQ to do, which exactly takes 1 hour or less. Oh shit, I still have to do that Chapter 20 analysis from The Awakening. I guess I should start everything now.
How About Not
Herb came to the beach with my parents and me. Ate lunch. (Herb's commentary: lunch was good...cheese.) Bought an emo kite and tried to fly it. Key word is tried because there was no wind...and...well...it was emo. (Commentary: The kite was too depressed to fly. It committed suicide by diving in the water...you don't have to write this, you know that?) Got traumatized by a mom. Went for ice cream. I got peaches 'n cream, cuz I like peaches. They are yummy. They're good in cottage cheese, too. Then we dropped Herb off and I got my fish back. Got home. Cooked rice and cleaned the fishbowl. Watched some of What Women Want. Did HTML. Herb called. Now he is on the phone. YEEEEEEEAAAH!!! 80% on that analytical essay I turned in 8 days late. Dude, that's good for being over a week late. And it's still a B-, which is alright. In any other class, I'd probably cry. But it's APUSH, so it's okay. Why doesn't anyone tag my tag-board now adays? (Commentary: Because it's in a seperate window...Chris is so self-suffering.) Hush Jamie, or I will chop it off. (Commentary: Dude! I'm not speaking anymore.) Anyhow, it's up there. In red. With the rest of the links. Be there or be squizare.
Home!
This song is an interesting mix. At first, they sound like Good Charlotte...a band which I extremely despise. Then they go all swing like the Cherry Poppin Daddies. But then they start getting all grungy on me. It's overall swing-rock-whoa. I really like the piano bits =) Okay, yeah, colleges. Roamed around the campus of Santa Clara which was very small, but very cute. It was a no. Went on a tour on Stanford, whos campus was very large and had an old grandeur. It's history was interesting and the fountains were kick. 95% of the people use bikes. Wahoo. Dr. Zimbardo is still there! I started spazzing when we were talking to the admissions person and she mentioned him. She laughed and noted me as a fan. They really emphasize undergrad research, which is really cool since I like that kind of stuff. There are a lot of options for classes. A lot. It's crazy. 200 page book full of class choices and there's a counselor to help you choose. If a student fails a class, it's not on the card. They just retake the class. I made a note that says "Soph College" but I don't remember what that means. Heh. A bit more than $40,000 a year for everything (room, books, tuition, etc.) For some reason I felt at home there. But probably because it seems like a pretty friendly environment. Then toured Loyola Marymount. Such a good-looking campus. They really pamper their students. One thing that's really cool is you can give a recipe to the cooks in the cafeteria place and they'll cook it for you. There's a big influence of art and community. There's no sorority/fraternity housing. They act more like a club and will sometimes room together and stuff. About $34,000 a year for everything. They were kind of weak on mentorship/undergrad research, an aspect I discovered was vital to my college choice. The admissions person said "our students to a decent amount of research...I wish I had that book with all the research options." If my focus was on film and art, I would definitely go there. But it's not. Although I really envy the students because they're so well taken care of and the campus...*swoons* But Mom pointed out I'm going to starve academically. Our last stop was Saint Mary's College of California. Hehe. It has a lot of trees, much like Oregon. The day we went (yesterday) the weather was like Oregon's normal weather. It was funny seeing the Cali people in our group struggling with their umbrellas while my family walked like nothing was happening. At first, the campus seemed kind of plain, but there were little things I started liking. I found the fountains that poked here and there very pleasing. They place people with science majors in a dorm near the science building, which was absolutely beautiful. I would be put in that dorm because of my Psych/Premed planned major. No sorority/fraternities. About $35,000 for everything. At first Mom didn't like it because she felt academics weren't that noted. I don't know where she got that. But we had an appointment with the admissions counselor, Gina. We asked her a bunch of stuff like undergrad research, mentorship, what they loooked for, and other stuff I can't remember. Somehow, Mom's opinion changed. Gina looked at a form a filled out and at my planned major/minor. She said she wasn't sure if I would have enough time/credit for my minor in Gender Studies because Psychology and Premed would take up so much. Gina pointed out it wasn't impossible, just very rare to fulfill. I like how she was very personal, unlike LMU which was just a big question/answer session in a lecture hall. On our way out, we asked a student where the bookstore was and she told us, offering to walk us there since she was going that path. Her name's Sadie (sp?) and she came from Redding. She's a Sophomore and we got to ask her a lot of personal questions like how her professors were and was she challenged enough blah blah blah. She really liked her professors. One time she turned in a paper that wasn't up to her usual standards and her professor asked if everything was okay, is anything wrong? She thought that very sweet. Sadie was very gracious and open. She had planned to major in Biology, but didn't really like it and enjoyed her Psych classes, so she declared her Psychology major at the end of her Freshman year. She said the science classes were very hard, but it was pretty awesome. We parted at the bookstore and Mom felt it was fate for me to go there if I didn't get accepted to Stanford or any other choice school. I don't know where she's getting these ideas, really. But I honestly felt at home there, too. Maybe more than Stanford. My highschool counselor posed a question; is it better to go to a large school such as Stanford, Duke or Yale and get a 2.5 or a small school and take honors and advanced classes with professors who have the time and will really back you up. I felt that way about Stanford and SMC, assuming I do get into Stanford. I know it's very competitive, but if I play my cards correctly (emphasize leadership (haha) and my research grant gets accepted) I could squeeze in. But something keeps on pulling me back to SMC. I really don't know what, but I felt a stronger sense of community (another characteristic I'm looking for.) I'm worried because I plan to apply for early admission at Stanford and that I'll regret leaving SMC behind. I'll probably be happy at Stanford, nonetheless. But still, that question repeats itself in my mind. Anyhow, I still have time to wait and see as to what will happen. Okay, enough of colleges. Holy phage, my grandparents kept on making us eat and eat and eat 3-5 frickin meals a day. Dude, my parents and I couldn't handle it. I wanted to throw up, but I didn't. So don't worry. But it was terrible. I was all slugish and *cries* Yesterday, we had breakfast at the hotel. Went to Goldilocks to pick up some pastries for home, but ended up eating there because we still had time. Went to SMC and afterwards ate another meal in the car. Around 5 or 6 we ate somewhere again, and then around 10 we went to Applebee's. I'm just not going to eat today because I feel really really sick. Guess who's behind on concept cards! Behind by 5 days. It's all that damn eat visit this person eat go back eat thing and we get home at 10 and I'm friggin worn out. *kicks something* And I still have that DBQ to do.
Itch
Allergies suck like the phage. Dry skin is making me go *itch...itch itch* Ay, but petroleum is helping. ELECTIVE IS ALIVE! IT PASSED! Our group was really excited. Teachers are fighting over who's gonna teach it. It's a student-run book discussion since our English electives are mainly writing. The students pick books from a list of contemporary authors and present and discuss themselves with the teacher to kind of nudge us along. Haha, it's gonna kick. I named my fishes Tom, Dick, Or and Harry. Herb has them now cuz my family and I are leaving for Cali to visit colleges. Fun stuff. I better drain Andrew and my cell of battery power so I can super-recharge them. After I write my chapter 20 analysis, I'm going to dive into some hardcore HTML. I want to pull and all nighter in celebration of tommorow. It's finish research paper time. Jade's gonna DOMINATE.
My Signature Scent is Your Mom
My grades have dropped in almost all my classes, except Social Justice, Trig and Chemistry. I've been really sloppy about things, not to mention busy. Ah well. Research paper, research paper. Went to Lloyd with Herb and bought 4 fishes. I haven't named them yet. I need ideas. Mom suggested the Beatles, but I'm not that big of a fan. Then, blame it on APUSH, I thought about naming them after the Allied Powers during WWI (France, Great Britain, Russia and the US) but then I remembered there were more. Heh. Apparently the make-up brand, Mac, has a signature scent. No, it is not your mom. It's actually vanilla. I didn't realize this until I bought one of their lipsticks and it subtly smelled like vanilla. Vanilla pleases me. I want to get the Maroon 5 cd, but Jade is running out of dinero. I also really really really want to join Earth Club, but Sci-Fi club happens at the same time. I guess I could try to double-dutch. I direly need to program some HTML. However, I have a chapter 20 analysis for The Awakening that was due several months ago that will bring me up a full grade, even though I get half credit for the assignment. Haha, I think it was worth 50 points.
That's Right Mang
Okay, new blog layout and location. What do you think, kids? Kick to much dog for you? That's what I thought. Sarah's on the phone. She's laughing. Hard to fill in everything that's happened. Some of it's on my livejournal. The main thing so far is theatre, theatre and theatre. That's right, orchestra pit. Sarah's not on the phone anymore. My research paper is due this Friday. It's on Rabbit, Run by John Updike and the archetypes of Carl Gustav Jung. Good stuff. Man, I'm not in blogging fever today. It was Student Appreciation Day at my school. The teachers found out through a poll that the students were extremely stressed. So they lined up on both sides of the steps and applauded everyone. "Yeah, go Jade!" Pat was all like "yay Jade!" and Mr. Ward was playing his accordian. They played music in between classes and gave us granola bars and apples during break. We did something fun in each class for 10 mins or so. Oh man, one of them was guessing the high school pics of our teachers. OMG, our music teacher. Whoa. Then we had a very unorganized assembly the teachers put together. The cheerleading group was cute. One of the teachers made a speech and she started crying and all the girls were like "awwwww" cuz that teacher had a really strict demeanor. |
April 29, 1:05 pm
"Po' Folks" by Nappy Roots