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All day it has been raining on and off. Literally a few seconds ago it was raining and now it's not. Eh.

Tournament )

I notice total lack of emotion in those last few paragraphs.

show, today

May. 4th, 2006 09:06 pm
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Entry reposted from DeviantArt.

Rant )

And so now I'm just putting this here, and I'll maybe post an addendum or something later that showcases what I liked about the finale.

And I found the outline for the story I want to do for my personal June NaNo (so it'd be PeNoWriMo--on second thought, let's scrap that. Maybe MyNoWriMo. Better). So that's good, at least.

daily

May. 2nd, 2006 06:52 pm
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...augh. My dad's gone all spastic and declared that I must, simply must get a job this summer! Or something, anyway; anything's better than sitting around at home reading books. That's so boring, of course, and you'll go ahead and do nothing and this summer you'll be wondering why you're bored! Besides, you must utilize your talents, even though they consist mainly of reading, having a dirty mind, and thinking you're funny when you're not. And badminton. Badminton is crucial, says my father.

Actually, that's not what he says. What he says is more like, "You need to do something else over the summer, something besides read." I don't think I ever got a really good explanation for why I need to do this. And apparently it is hypocritical of me to say that my brother has a full schedule...What? My dad's so fucking stupid at times.

He said, "I'm going to wait at the table until you tell me what you're going to do this summer." I left, because he didn't say anything about me staying (EEEEEE SEMANTICS) and naturally he got pissed and told me to sit down and shut the fuck up though not in those exact words. More like "Where the hell do you think you're going?" Meh. I finally placated him by shoving him a bunch of BS about going and talking to Ms. Reding in the guidance office about volunteer opportunities.

My mom just came into the library and showed me a booklet (OMGWTFBBQ BOOKLET!!?!?!!???!?) and said I didn't show a lot of initiative. Well, if you hadn't bloody shoved me forward a grade and effectively cut off all my social knowledge up to that point, maybe I wouldn't be Ms. Outcast Freak who is Weird and Smart and That's About Bloody Well All and who is Trying Not to be Ms. Outcast Freak who is Weird and Smart and That's About Bloody Well All. Gah.

Called the two hotlines (seasonal/part time employment, and the volunteer one): the S/PTE one said all the spots were filled, and the volunteer one asked me to leave my name and address after the beep for a brochure, so I did that. I also went to the St. Paul website and looked under the jobs/internships/volunteers tab and found a few things, although I'd already passed the one I wanted to do, at the Conservatory, by about a month and a half.

My sister just barged in. Bloody hell. Is the rest of the family going to invade my room? Eh? It may as well be my room. Nobody else leaves their dirty clothes on the floor here or spreads their papers all over the room, or spends as much time on the computer as I do, or.... Yeah. See what I mean.

I really, really need to work on my health project...but I want ice cubes right now. And the tables hate me.

yesterday

Apr. 17th, 2006 11:24 am
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Easter )

And my headache is back from yesterday. Why is that?

today

Apr. 6th, 2006 04:47 pm
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It's all dark and rainy out. Much love. It was actually just couldy earlier today but that was just stupid. And stupid. And stupid. If there's one type of weather I hate (other than nasty hot-and-muggy) it's cloudy-with-no-rain. I mean, what's the point of clouds without precipitation? Exactly.

Just another normal day. Basketball in gym. The lights just flickered which is rather ominous but nothing to worry about--it just happened twice more. I'm a bit worried.

And again.

Edited to add )
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What to say...I can't think of anything that stands out in my life more than anything else. Nothing really important. Whatever. A quiz, and other things )

Dear Lord, long post.
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I went home sick. That's really all you need to know. I haven't thrown up yet, but if I do, I'll be sure to spare you the details. $190 for SPAFF though. W00t. Oh, and instant mashed potatoes + Coke = I-don't-feel-quite-so-much-like-I'm-going-to-toss-my-cookies. Not that I had any cookies this morning.

So basically I felt really sick in homeroom (especially since there was some bad-smelling nasty air stuff in there), so I asked to go to the nurse's office, where I found out that I had a fever. A small fever, granted, but a fever nonetheless. They sent me home because "if you have a fever, then you're contagious". -AAAAGH! Proof statements!- Yeah. There was this one other girl there who had just thrown up, so she got sent home too. The nurse had asked us why we came to school today if we didn't feel good, and we both told her that we had felt fine that morning. So maybe we have the same "bug" thing.

Weird thing: I'm pretty sure my thermometer at home is busted, because my fever at school was 99.3 degrees (Fahrenheit), which is only .7 degrees above normal, but when I took my temperature at home it was only 97.5, which is 1.1 degrees below normal. Odd.

Oh, and I have a headache too. Which is sometimes right on the side of my head but other times right by my nose. And there was this weird thing like I was losing peripheral vision in my left eye, and it kind of seemed like I'd been staring into a bright light for too long and couldn't see properly. Because you can definitely diagnose my headache from all this.

ETA: )

WotD )
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Past words of the day from http://www.dictionary.reference.com:

September 2005

capacious: able to contain much.
trammel: something that impedes activity, progress, or freedom; also, to hamper.
busker: a street musician or performer.
sybarite: a person devoted to luxury and pleasure.
deride: to laugh at with contempt.
cavil: to raise trivial objections; also, a trivial objection.
farrago: an assortment; a medley.
demagogue: a leader who obtains power by means of appeals to the emotions and prejudices of the populace.
quaff: to drink with relish.
hirsute: covered with hair or bristles.
tenebrous: dark; gloomy.
ostentation: excessive or pretentious display.
officious: meddlesome.
afflatus: a divine inspiration.
quorum: such a number of the officers or members of any body as is legally competent to transact business
hauteur: haughtiness; arrogance.
xenophobia: fear or hatred of what is strange or foreign.
bacchanalia: a revel.
immure: to enclose within or as if within walls.
deliquesce: to melt away or become liquid.
capitulate: to surrender under agreed conditions.
adventitious: added extrinsically; not essentially inherent.
modicum: a small or token amount.
fetid: stinking.
gimcrack: a showy but useless or worthless object.
banal: commonplace; trivial.
halcyon: peaceful; undisturbed; happy.
adamant: not susceptible to persuasion; unyielding.
jocund: light-hearted; mirthful.
segue: to proceed without interruption.

October

puerile: juvenile; childish.
nadir: the lowest point.
effulgence: the state of being bright and radiant.
inchoate: partly but not fully in existence or operation.
beneficence: the practice of doing good.
sempiternal: everlasting; eternal.

I will add to this until the end of October, and then I will compile one every month.
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ZOMG Maria's updating.

Unfortunately she can't think of anything to say at the moment other than
a) don't go to dances unless you've got a reason better than "everybody else is going and my friends want me to!";
b) ZOMG I'm in high school now and stuff!;
c) it's bloody windy out;
d) I'm wearing my mum's glasses and they make it look like everything is slanty;
e) holy fuck those clouds are moving fast;
f) it's been my birthday (a crap birthday at that too, my friends didn't my remember and one of the three decent gifts I got I already lost, and I shouldn't have even got it as a birthday present, but my parents are fucking cheap);
g) it's fall and still 80 degrees out; and
h) our soccer team has lost all but one of our 13 or so games. and the one we didn't lose we tied, and I scored that *one* goal.

Oh yeah and my sister took the glasses away. Damn.

AND FUCKING EVERYONE IS BANGING INTO THE FUCKING LIBRARY AND MY DAD DON'T KNOW SHIT.

Gah.

And there are fucking mosquitoes everywhere because my brother had a load of rustic crazies over who apparently never learned how to close doors.

And I'm working on a lab report.

And other shit.

Bzuh, my life is so boring right now.

Lawn mowing

Jul. 2nd, 2005 01:31 pm
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Of various troubles )
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It's summer, I'm bored...cut me some slack. )

I am done now. Blame the "Random: Kwiz" button. Stupid stupid.

On second thought, my books are here, delivered about an hour ago by a UPS guy with a bigass truck. It was very, very big (which of course is why I called it a bigass truck).

And I finished the four Death Gate Cycle books I got from the library. *hugs Haplo and Alfred*

And the Numa Numa song is on in the background (keeping the window open behind this window).

And I don't have any homework because it's summer.

So it's a pretty good day overall.

Quote: "Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly unsignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea." --Douglas Adams/narrator in the first paragraph of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. No, I haven't seen the movie.
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Part of a journal entry from Deviantart, which I recently stopped being a lurker at:

Entry )
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I'm really sorry about this, but I've had to put my entire journal on friends lock because of personal reasons (read: nosy parents). I'll add pretty much anybody to my friends list, so just email me (elenbarathi@yahoo.com if it's not somewhere on my info page) if you want to get added.

Other random news: sunburned shoulders are impossible not to pick at. Don't get sunburned.

ETA: Decided to un-friends-lock everything. It's March 2006. If my parents are going to look on here (unlikely) they hardly remember my screenname, and I'll have the really touchy stuff on friends lock anyway. I really wish I didn't have to but whatever. Again, I'll friend basically anyone if they want me to friend them.
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Email )

Stuff in parentheses was added afterwards (in the journal entry), since I didn't get an email from Fable or anyone else.

Oi! Fable! Email me! Or something!
I'm going to go crazy with the boredom! I haven't been to the library once this summer!
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Today )
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You know, it wouldn't be that bad if I wasn't sitting next to Harry, who is still, a week later, bugging me that he supposedly beat me in the geography bee. We're taking a fun little math test instead of doing math stuff.
Oh, and guess what? I didn't do any of my math homework last night except for one paragraph on my altruism paper. Go me! I've got a religion project due Thursday, a draft of my altruism paper due tomorrow, and even though that's about it, it's sure enough to be getting on with.
Gah! The site that I'm supposed to be getting to is stupid and slow and I hate it. We're doing a practice test for some stupid math standards test. GAH.
At first I got to some Vikings page, but half the class got to that and then they could get to it, but I still can't. GAH GAH GAH!
Quote of the day: "GAH!" --guess who.
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I actually do get to use the computer at home now, but it's addictive to update at school.
We finished a lit test last period. Considering the teacher, it was kind of easy. Actually it was really easy. There were *two* extra credit points.
I finished printing my english paper thing. The computer was being evil.
I am going to see if I've got any mail. Adios!
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Ha. I'm updating during school. My English teacher thinks that I'm typing some paragraph or other. We're writing about Midge Marple and her car. How interesting.
Michael's here. I don't think she knows how unpopular she is.
I had art/PE this morning and worked on the set for two (40-minute) periods. It's nearly done and will be moved over to the church (where the Christmas program will be) at around 1 pm today.
Bye--oh yeah. We won our basketball game last night, 34-33. Emily scored a basket three seconds from the end of the game. Everybody was all happy, etc. Happy happy fun (a quote from RJ at the Marathon (a fundraiser) pepfest, which also popularized the (random) name Jarvis).
Quote of the day: "Jesus didn't tap dance." --Me, responding to some remark that Luke made about Jesus (what else?) tap-dancing
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Winter is not fun, especially in the morning. Why? First of all, there are sore throats. Do you like having a sore throat? I didn't think so. Every stinking morning I wake up with a sore throat. Then, if I have followed my mother's directions, my mouth is aching from the rubber bands I have to put on my teeth. It hurts really bad. [Note to those who do not know: If it's possible and not (for lack of a better word) illogical, do not get braces. They HURT. Just like Grelvish.] Also, my braces have been rubbing against my gums all night long. That hurts as well. Finally, as any of you part-crazy-part-sane people--who live somewhere you get snow--know, it is COLD. Minnesota is cold. If you live here and you don't know that, I really have to wonder where you think you are. Or maybe you just don't get cold. Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that it is cold in the morning in winter. *End of my little rant/essay thing*
So, like any other Saturday, I get to clean, go to basketball, and then be a couch potato all day. Or a beanbag potato. Whatever. I don't think Michael will be at basketball today (because she's on a traveling team too, and they practice the same times we do), so woot woot. I wish it would snow again. Everything looks really icky without snow.
I had a funny dream last night. It was very, very odd. If you don't want to read my long description of it, I suggest that you move ahead a bit.
I was scrying using a metal ruler and some apprentice guy was trying to find this little wooden marble for Lord Xar (from the Death Gate Cycle), who was mixing up potions and lived in a tree. The man couldn't find the marble, but he though it had rolled down the slope of the tree trunk. I was trying to help him, but before that (somehow in my dream there was a flashback) I was trying to collect the "pretty" marbles from some basket while the "normal" marbles, the older family members of the "pretty" ones, tried to get them back by cascading over the side of the basket. This was right outside Xar's study thingamabob. Later (after the flashback) an event happened. There was a wooden bridge over a wide, frozen creek, and three people--a man, a woman, and a baby--came across it. Later, we fixed the event, because I think one or more of the people had died. So I was saying what I saw in the metal ruler, and the woman who had come across the bridge was "fixing fates". She wanted to die by something, and I suggested something less painful. Anyway, they came across the bridge again, and I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I think it all happened the way it was supposed to. Then I fixed the bridge. I was either Sartan or Patryn (kinds of wizard/god races from the Death Gate Cycle), and the bridge-crossers were whichever I wasn't, so they wondered how I had fixed the bridge. The baby pointed it out to them. However, the woman was then shot. After that, I went to see my sister, who was playing Barbies with some new friends. This wasn't all that odd, because she does this all the time. They were playing in a car, with a big, neon-colored, rainbow slide going down the back. I know this because I walked around the car to the back and saw little children going down it. The kids in the car were fighting for some reason. Then I woke up.
And that is the account of one of my countlessly many odd dreams.
Quote for the day: "Rope! I knew I'd want it, if I hadn't got it!" --Sam, from The Lord of ths Rings, with variations in various places
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