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.

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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

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

Keyboard is kinda sticky due to the fact that I am eating vanilla ice cream out of a nearly-empty hot fudge container. I figured that putting the ice cream directly into the jar will help salvage the last remaining sludgy bits. Good and practical, just not in the dieting sense. Oh well, I went to work out at 6 this morning and I'm doing the same tomorrow, so I suppose I deserve it. Still, I could have eating the container of yogurt I froze. Meh.
Know what sucks? Watching TV for almost 2 hours straight. I did that last night and felt like I had totally wasted my entire evening. Blogging, chatting, emailing... little to no guilt there. But watching Friends? Scrubs? Will and Grace? American Idol? I don't even like 75% of those shows. What the heck was I thinking?
I was more productive today... went and cleaned a friend's house while she's on vacation with her family. Sucks to be the one NOT going to Hawaii, but at least I'm making some money.
Seems like I should be horribly, horribly behind in school because I haven't been doing my homework lately. On the contrary, I understand just about everything that's going on in Calculus, and I won a round of Bio Review Bingo, and I'm getting my work for history done in class. Crazy. The moment I stop caring about grades is the moment everything makes sense with no effort. Must be the Tchaikovsky that J-Dawg and I have been breaking out in class. Word. Tomorrow is Dvorak Day, fo' shizzle.
Jihad comes home tonight, but not until 1:30 AM, or something like that. His brother suggested that I come visit right when he gets here. Yeah, right. He'll be here the whole weekend. I'll go see him tomorrow.. if he's lucky.
Don't you hate it in calculus, where you're supposed to integrate a big equation, and it turns out you can't do it unless you can make it fit a big formula so you can use trig identities? Well, that's how I feel about my algebra problem... it won't fit into any recognizable pattern. No easy solution. Oh well... there's always different ways of doing things, and it's about time I learned some more of them.
Right, well, early morning tomorrow. One step closer to the weekend, thank God. Potential knitting party, and I'm probably not going to have to go to Bremerton to throw in a poorly-designed track meet due to my faulty ankle. Damn thing's good for something.
current music: Saint-Saens Violin Concerto

bio night would have been unbearable had it not been for the food. Oh, my goodness. IB kids can NOT get the idea of "short and concise" down... when they told us freshman year that we'd have to analyze, we suddenly lost the concept of using pretty pictures and making things interesting. You know what? I think we think that if we drone on long enough and use big fancy words that people will lose interest, just assume we're smart, and then grade us highly (the last part applies only to teachers, obviously). Makes for a pretty poor PowerPoint presentation... holy cow. And twelve of them... I don't know what we did to deserve this.
I usually struggle with math these days, especially in calculus. I'm okay at lower level math, but recently I've run into a rather difficult algebra problem. Lots of variables. Not quite sure what I'm going to do about it yet. Gave it to a friend, and I think she's currently working on it, so we'll see how that goes.
homework sucks. The thing is, I don't really need to do it anymore, because 3rd trimester grades really DON'T matter. does anybody else realize this? Yet, I always do my homework anyway, and i'm not quite sure why. Maybe somewhere deep down inside of me, there really IS a passion for learning new and exciting things. I thought IB had killed it. Or maybe I just feel guilty if I don't do my assignments. Yeah, that's probably it.
"Nobody looked up not once the day Angel Vargas learned to fly and dropped from the sky like a sugar donut". from The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros. Which brings up a few questions. Do donuts drop from the sky regularly in the Latino section of Chicago, where this story takes place? If they do, is it only the sugar donuts which look like falling boys? what about powdered donuts? jelly-filled? sprinkled? bear claws? Maybe they each resemble different falling life forms, like falling dog = apple fritter? What makes a falling sugar donut any different from another kind of pastry, or any other type of falling object, for that matter? Couldn't the boy fall "like a ball of earwax"? a "small flounder"? a "rubber truncheon"? Is the author aware that sugar donuts can't scream? And if the 3rd period IB English class were to test different types of falling donuts, would they be caught by the Trebuchet boys and be either eaten or sold for profit?
This literary analysis was brought to you today in part by a Cooper Union attendee. He did in fact receive a four point last semester. Oh, the powers of B.S.
RF, if you read this, thanks for lending me your metaphor.
current music: more of my beloved dispatch- I will carry you

so, Tolo. About that.
It was fun. I really don't know what else to say. (Edit: That's a lie, because i'm going to spend the rest of this paragraph telling you about it.) I absolutely loved the dress I wore, a pretty little red number on loan from a friend. Dinner at Mercato was excellent. The music at the dance could have been better.. Honestly, what kind of DJ leaves space between the songs? and then proceeds to fill them with random rap music that nobody knows and can't dance to due to lack of a beat? Ah well, I guess I can forgive him/her (didn't really pay attention) for playing "In da Club" (50 Cent), "I like Big Butts" (Sir mix-a-lot), and "Thunder" (AC/DC). Also "We Will Rock You" (Queen) for the after-the-last-dance song. Yeah, wtf? Dunno. Anyway, the music was better at the house that we went to after the dance. Got snubbed for posing in the group picture, because evidently I'm no longer a part of my social group if I don't go to dinner with them. Again, wtf? Watched Goldmember for what must be the 4th or 5th time now. Getting sick of it.
There's more I'd like to say, about my life, about everything, but I'd rather not have people know it or talk about it at the moment. And after my rant of a few weeks ago re: publishing your personal life for public consumption, I figure i'll write it down elsewhere and decide later whether it is worthy of being posted.
On with a few more mundane details about my life this weekend: Went to Kent to watch Sista play in a volleyball tournament. Me so proud. Also ate dinner with relatives, who cooked it on my behalf. They (aunt, uncle, cousin) are really excited about my going to the UW this fall, as is my father. Actually haven't decided anything yet, or turned anything in (housing apps, acceptance, etc.), but I'm pretty sure that's where I'll end up. So the table tonight was covered in purple and gold-colored paraphernalia. Kinda nice to have things lining up for me. Fantastico.
Since I slept a total of 4 hours last night, methinks it's time to go to bed.
current music: dispatch - open up

s'posed to go to a basketball banquet. Of course, Dad's late in picking me up to go, and I can't drive the truck cuz the headlights are out and it's too dark to go without them. It's been going for 15 minute already, and I know I'll probably get there when it's over. Why do I trust my dad to be ontime, ever? He never is.
Sprained my ankle yesterday. Guess that means I won't be throwing for a little while. Eh... I only need two more practices, and I can participate in the meet next Saturday, assuming that the ankle heals. Also, it makes it difficult to work out at the Valley, but i can work around it.
Throwing is such a crap sport. No offense to anyone who throws.... i'm a thrower myself, and I'm denouncing it.
Finally understanding/keeping up with calculus. Senioritis seems to have a reverse effect on that class for some reason.
REALLY excited for Tolo - inexplicably so. it's not gonna last that long (dinner isn't until 8:30) but I think it'll be fantastic. Hopefully my ankle won't bug me too much. Better not wear heels.
This is a boring blog, isn't it? Eh, well, I'm not going to lose any sleep over it.

I wonder if what I am about to write is contradictory to the nature of weblogs.
Ah, what the heck.
I am in jubilant spirits. Things just seem to keep getting better. Aside from one little hectic, frusterating anti-social 90-minute period of time yesterday, I feel like I'm discovering new things about myself every day. Even though I'm not getting any more sleep than usual, I feel (for the most part) awake, and I actually want to learn, and I put effort into it, even into thing I usually find boring and dreary like calculus. My efforts to lose weight seem to finally be manifesting themselves, and I feel that I am truly in athletic shape, and am getting better with every workout. I enjoy working out. what is that? wow. Opportunities for college seem to be throwing themselves at me. I find that I look forward to lots of things now, like the basketball dessert night this Friday and Tolo the following evening. I'm planning. I can see my future in clearer focus than ever before (not that that's saying much, but it IS clearer).
On the downside, we're at war, and words cannot express how much that sucks. A much more insignificant negative is the fact that I've stopped doing homework, but I suppose I can get away with that, being a senior and all.
I was going to get online a few days ago and complain about how bad my life was. That would have been an interesting contrast, from then to today. Who knows if my attitude will change drastically in the next week or two... but I have hope. And I think that's all I need.

so that bio final, eh? kicked my BUTT. oh well, it was my very last IB science final.. thank goodness. now for history and math tomorrow... gotta do well on both. None of this Jessica-like "I can get a 42% on the final and still get an A" crap.
dad's birthday is on Saturday. does the DVD of Moulin Rouge sound like too girly a gift? My brothers insist upon this point, but I know for a fact that Dad loves this movie. And Nicole Kidman as well.
kinda sleepy, kinda feeling sick.... just like kettle corn, except kettle corn is "kinda sweet, kinda salty". Okay, so there's really no correlation there. Just thought of it randomly, that's all.
looks like the GDO is going to strike history class tomorrow morning... nothing like chocolate chip oatmeal cookies to help you get over failing your final paper.

in regards to my friends who have started a weblog and then insist that since it's theirs that no one should care about it: that is absolute crap. You're putting your emotions and outpourings ON THE INTERNET, where anybody in the world can access them. It's only fitting that your friends should use this to your advantage and find out what the heck is going on, so as to prevent any disasters. Bottom line: I care about you, and I want to make sure that I can help prevent any emotional breakdowns or any other kind of impending train wreck. If I have to do this by bringing up something you mentioned in your weblog, I will do just that. Also, in response to the argument that a blog is a diary in which one records his/her thoughts and feelings just to get them out, I don't believe that writing in a weblog will solve your problems. What did they do before the 90's? Human Contact, people. That's what friends are for. I guess stuff you don't want people to talk about should be kept in a diary, offline. Seriously, do people post and expect people NOT to read it? that just doesn't make any sense to me.
to RF: gotcha. I'm always there for ya, hugs, talks, you name it. Just tell me. Glad that life is straightening out, at least a little.
Went to study group for bio today, and I've noticed that I don't really know any of the material. Odd. I know I haven't been working as hard this year as I did last year, and it scares me that merely by not practicing "smartness" I have become less smart. I suppose it translates to effort put in to learning the material... eh. just don't care anymore. Senioritis is setting in... Funny how freshman year was a year of doing homework the night before, or even days before. Trying to make papers sound sophisticated. Sophomore year.. yeah, that was a joke. I got geared up and ready for a tough junior year, and was burnt out by the last trimester. And now I'm a senior, and I expect to turn out the same level and quality of work without putting in the same effort. Okay, so that's not funny at all. That's probably normal for IB kids.
IB kids! IB kids! I'm going f-ing insane...
That's about all I have for now. Sorry I never update. It was kind of my computer's fault for the last few days because we couldn't get onto the internet. Turns out all we had to do was switch the modem off and then on again. The wonders of modern technology.
Off now to watch Eddie Izzard on Letterman and also to study for the bio final. Have a good night/day/week.

SOGO concert tonight at 7. Should be exciting in the sense that I'll be seeing some of the notes for the first time. Just kidding there... but yeah, I haven't practiced much, which makes me feel ashamed. Kinda weird... I really don't like rehearsals, I never practice, but yet I'm still in SOGO. Why? I do have to admit, the music is beautiful. And sometimes I feel inspired enough to actually care. Speaking of SOGO, I need to get dressed for the concert... must leave in 10 minutes.
Should I be scared that I love the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Coldplay, and 50 Cent all equally? Music is just so nice - a good way of expressing feelings and emotions. Take the Chili Peppers, for instance.. their lyrics make absolutely NO sense, and yet it's fantastic, compelling me to listen to the entire "By the Way" CD for hours on end.
Now I really have to go, which is too bad, because I wanted to express my... how do I say it? total disbelief that we lost to Central Kitsap yesterday. I mean, we played SO well. And we were up most of the time, right up until last few minutes of the 4th quarter. State was within our reach. How could we just let it slip away like that? I already miss my teammates so much... they really mean the world to me. (the coaches are another story...) So, yeah. The game was a lot of fun, really, until we lost, and then it became a big cloud that hung over my weekend, putting me in depression mode and causing me to listen to a lot of Chili Peppers and Die Aertze.
I'm leaving.
-Kyla