4.4.03

Friday five! (from www.fridayfive.org)

1. How many houses/apartments have you lived in throughout your life?
This one, the house on Cooper Point (where SG currently lives) and one near Oly High School, which wasn't in Olympia. Weird, huh? I would have gone to BHHS had I continued living there.
2. Which was your favorite and why?
Prolly the one prior to my current place of residence, since it was so big and would have been perfect for holding parties. For some reason I never held any good parties, but my parents had a really awesome one when I was about 10. Also there was a beach, and a whole-house speaker system, and a basement in which I lived, and, and, and. I miss it a little.
3. Do you find moving house more exciting or stressful? Why?
Mostly stressful. After I'm settled in, it's exciting for a few weeks 'cuz it's new.
4. What's more important, location or price?
Haven't really had to deal with that yet, but given my current financial situation (aka not buying a house anytime soon), I'd have to say price.
5. What features does your dream house have (pool, spa bath, big yard, etc.)?
I don't spend much time dreaming about houses. I suppose that keeps me from being disappointed later on though, huh?

Finally received long-awaited email. Did a whole lot of nothing after school today... visited random people. Felt like summer and I'm liking it. Going bowling tonight and excited that it is the weekend, although weekends never last long. Spring break in a week! Hallelujah!

3.4.03

talent show! I wanna do a duet and I've got just the person in mind with whom I'd like to do it. Can't tell you guys who it is, but the way I formatted the previous sentence to avoid leaving a dangling preposition should give you a clue.
Bio was great fun... I was hyper the entire way up, very interested in the presentations and tours, cold during lunch, and then hyper again on the way back home. Bus rides with friends are the greatest, except when they pressure you into kissing a random friend if they promise they'll do the same. I felt like I was in middle school. God.
Batman was a good sport, though.
The track meet in Tacoma went well, I thought. I wasn't going to participate because of my gimpy ankle - was just going to sit, knit and chat with J-dawg. Turns out that just by half-assing the shot put, I could place, so I did it. Hope I'm well enough to throw javelin in the cross-town-rival meet next week.
Other sentiments have not changed since this morning. Still upset about said missing email, and still satisfied with my not-so-problematic math problem.

current music: 50 Cent - In da Club
RF: I can deal with the abbreviation. Works much better.
Going on a bio field trip today, and I am excited. That's not why I'm up at 10 to 6 in the morning, though... I'm going to the Valley, and I'd better leave soon. Must take care of some business first, so I'd better stop blogging. Just thought I'd update you all, though. Does it feel like Friday to anybody but me? I wish it were, because then I could do the Friday Five.
(Don't know what that is? You'll find out tomorrow.)
Anyway... yo, yo, yo. A bit angry that Jihad hasn't emailed me back. Am happy with the way my algebra seems to be solving itself.

and you can tell everybody
that this is your song
it may be quite simple but
now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
that I put down in words
how wonderful life is
when you're in the world


oh yes, my friends, that's Elton John.

2.4.03

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P.S. anybody notice the reformatting of the date? I decided to do it the European way (well, at least the German way). Because, I mean, people usually think about what day it is, and THEN you think about the month and the year. Just makes sense to me to be in that order.
Damn Paper 2's. Fell asleep studying for it last night, and am now wondering if there was any other homework that I neglected to do. Instead of actually checking, I'm posting on the blog. How's that for laziness and procrastination?
I wish I had some coffee.

I remember when
in a lover's whisper you said
no other man would ever share your bed
well we both know that's not been so
I wish I'd never let you go
now you've found a better man instead
I wish you health and wealth
and a white house on a hill
and I, I hope you raise a family
a little boy and a little girl
a little more joy in this little old world
well that'd be enough for me

if you think that I don't love you
you're just wrong
that don't matter now anyway
I couldn't bear to see you up there
with the white dress on
here's my vow to you
I'll stay away

"I do" - Jude

31.3.03

Thinking of creating new, super-secret blog that no one will be able to find. That way I can post all my disturbing thoughts and rest assured knowing that no one whom I care about reading them will read them. Does that make any sense?
Just got back from the gym. Funny how my will to exercise vacillates so much. One week I'm all hyped up to do it, and the next week I can barely drag myself out to the car. Sucks that I can't go with the flow on that one, because I'll get all out of shape and never get back into it. For working out, music is the deciding factor - I can listen to my Discman and work out simultaneously, and then I feel like I'm doing something constructive. Speaking of being constructive, I've got history reading to do, which is something that becomes quite difficult when there's music playing. I suppose I'll get to it eventually.
My pride took a nice slap in the face today when I realized I can't free-style a German oral. I tried to get out of it, but to no avail... hoo well, at least it was only practice. I'll do better in 35 hours, when I'm going to be taped.
Jihad left town again, which wasn't incredibly disappointing like I thought it'd be. Either it isn't or it won't sink in for a while. Had fun while he was here, at any rate. Watched a lot of movies. Free Emperor's Palace food at Mini-Sheik's surprise birthday party... if it weren't for the overload of sophomores it would have been a rockin' party. Man, I saw a lot of sophomores this weekend.
New developments on my math... Costco free samples are the greatest. Even when you actually buy food, it's pretty darn cheap. Good bonding times. Watched some rugby in fantastic weather. Schweet.
Waiting to hear from Pomona. Others are waiting on Stanford, and I'm partially glad that I won't be among the rejected, but then there's always that little part of me that says "what if?". But hey, if I had applied, I wouldn't have gotten in, and even if I did, I wouldn't have the money to go there. Heck, 'SC didn't take me, or at least give me sufficient funding as they did for a friend of mine. But what am I bitching about... I've got my path figured out. Opportunities abound, and I'm determined to exhast them. The most education for the least amount of money. Woo-pah.
Thinking it's time for a cinnamon roll (or as Batman calls them, "biscuits with frosting"), and then bed.
Note to RF: using the phrase "hella kinky nylon girl" has some baaad connotations surrounding it. Consider rephrasing that, if you would. See how all the adjectives modify "girl", even with the absence of commas? Word order changes or hyphenation, thank you very much.

softly now, you owe it to the world
and everyone knows that you're my favorite girl
but there's some things in life that are not meant to be
I'm not meant for you and you're not meant for me
here's to our problems and here's to our fights
here's to our achings and here's to you having a good life
for me

softer now, you owe it to yourself
and don't think that you will be left on the shelf
'cuz there's someone for you and there's someone for me
like me you'll meet them eventually
here's to your lover and here's to my wife
here's to your children and here's to you having a good life
for me

louder now, you've lost all your pain
you're married with children and happy again
now I'm regretting the move that I made
fatal mistakes are so easily made
enough of my problems - they only cause fights
forget that I loved you, I promise you'll have such a beautifully happy and painlessly romantic good life
for me


that's Francis Dunnery's Good Life for ya