cliché & fugue

STRAD I haveth a present! I'm not Mendelssohn or whatever, but I wrote you a piece. It's, er, gloomy, since I was coming off thinking about Kierkegaard and stuff (weary and trembling yet, fear and trembling... yeah, I'm not creative.) But it's like that balance between peace and pain. Um. If that made any sense. I don't think it does musically.

And then I did something for fun. It's just me screwing around on flute trying to sound decentish. It's... er, unorthodox. And both are hideously out of tune. But I played them in the bathroom so I wouldn't have to deal with the hideous acoustics of my room, so... er, maybe that helped? I don't know.

But happy birthday! *huggles*

(everyone else, let us join together and celebrate general Stradness, she who writes like silk.)

Oh, er. Links might be a smart idea. Thanks to Gus for recommending this awesome site, when I was despairing because Geocities Suck! *huggles him also*

AND OMG I NEED TO CHECK MY EMAIL AND I NEED TO GO IN LIKE TWO SECONDS

WAIT I NEED LINKS FIRST *headdesk*

http://esnips.com/doc/1e522bb5-02a7-4a02-a27d-6b340796133c/fsoc51407_stradbirthday
http://esnips.com/doc/7aacf287-374c-4cd1-baf1-d20f02353327/wearytremblingyet_stradbirthday

My life consists of:

Listening to teachers frak out about AP tests, listening to class mates freak out about AP tests, and listening to self not freak out about AP tests.

I'm getting fives. I've gotten fives on every single stupid "Practice AP Exam" we've taken. SO WHY AM I STILL GOING TO CLASS?! Even my ap bio teacher's not letting me out anymore - not because I don't know the material, but so I can help my idiot classmates. Wait, no, she's letting the *seniors* who are getting As out, but not me. Why? Because I'm the dorky freshmen whose driving experience consists of twenty minutes or figuring out how to use a stick in a field. So, heaven forbid that she let me go sit on the bands anymore, even though I've been doing that all year, since you know? That would just make too much sense.

But, oh! Asides from all the time I waste at school, I now get to stuydy nonstop for nationals. I've been writing this in between identifying the most freakishly weird minerals you can imagine. FLOURITE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE A STREAK DAMNIT! AND WHY DOES THAT QUARTZ HAVE CLEAVAGE!? AND WHY THE *HELL* IS ThAT BASALT BLUE?!?!??!?!

*dies*

But let's see. Asides from being shipped out to uni everyday for at least four hours to work on an event that someone so-desperately wants to win, I also get to find elusive light curves for obscure variable stars. Seriously, if anyone can find a decent light curve of an alpha-canum, I wil love them forever. Since for all my mad searching skills, I can't find some of them. And I can't remember *which* armpit Betel. is.

For some reason, I also get RV Tauri and T Tauri mixed up. Which are... very bad things to get mixed up.

I also flop around Roche & Chandrasekhar quite a bit.

AND IT'S SERIOUSLY BOTHERING ME WHY NO ONE SEEMS TO KNOW WHO IS GOING TO OCEANS SINCE SOME IDIOT MADE THEM CONFLICT AND GUMBUTT WON'T LET ME NOT DO MINERALS SINCE BY GOLLY GEE WHIZ EVEN THOUGHT I'M COMPETANT AT BOTH, EVIDENTLY I DON'T HAVE A CHANCE AT PLACING AT OCEANS BY MYSELF DESPITE PUTTING IN TWENTY HOUR WEEKS INTO THAT EVENT AND THIS COMPETITION THAT IS TAKING OVER MY LIFE AND I HAVEN'T SEEN ALEX IN WEEKS AND I FEEL SNAPPING MY FLASH DRIVE AND I WANT TO FINISH MY APHELION WATERCOLORS BUT I DON'T HAVE TIME EVEN WHEN I AM "HOME" AND THERE'S NOTHING SHARP AROUND HERE.

I'm having fun. Really.

FH, if you want any of my notes for next year, I'd be more than happy to send them. I have effectively doubled the size of the mineral file (and fixed several incredibly stupid types - did you notice not the slipups?) If they don't switch to fossils... I don't know, since evidently they did three years of fossils before this rotation? And - if they decide to bore people again - I have lots of shiny notes on variable stars with pretty charts and equations and light curves. [/wants to feel like all this work is going to SOMETHING]

I am seriously hating my German class right now. Frau's assigned two obscene overnight projects this week. And the classmates are utterly useless. So, we have thirty minutes in class to write a skit with ten lines per person in three-person groups with at least twenty vocab words from this chapter... think it's actually going to get done?

No, each group is going to have one person stuck with all the work, and who is going to take up valuable time when she could be spazzing out about sci oly states THIS SATURDAY *spaz*.

They get to read this tomorrow. It is full of errors, crude use of tenses, and some very random usage of vocab words. And Lehrerin Haus. Kinda. But it makes me feel better knowing that they're going to have no idea what they'll be saying to the few people in class that actually know what they're doing. It reads like crack. Pity they won't manage inflections. Or pronunciation, for that matter. *kicks idiot classmates*



*wanders off to spaz at something besides her poor German homework*

I think I'm honestly losing my taste for philosophy. I just did a word count on my take home exam essays. 15K. That's 1.5K apiece. And I am sick of editing the damn things.

I think if I am ever asked to write 15K on the subject of death and dying again, I am just going to melt into a little puddle on the floor.

For that matter, if I am asked to *edit* 15K on the subject of death and dying again - for diction, not for concepts - I am going to melt into a little puddle on the floor and get sponged into the sink and join the general nastiness that is our local, so-esteemed watershed system and kill a few more fish for the tods to pick at on the beach and get told off by mother-dearest.

*cries*







In other news, I got a 34 in ACT. I'm not quite sure how. Math & Reading, 36, English, 35, Science, 34, Writing, 12. Doesn't that work out to at least a 35? I'm not sure how they weight scores, but... still. :P And I have no idea how the hell I got a 34 in science, considering 1) that's my best subject and 2) I thought that was the easiest of the tests. Current theory is that I somehow got some of my bubbles mixed up. Somehow. Or... I don't know. But I don't really have a chance to retake them, and a 34 is enough to get me into Reed, or most anywhere (though not necessarily with the scholarships I'd need, in places like Columbia or Whitman. *pets Reed* ) SATs haven't come in yet. Nor Merit. Even though I took them around the same time. Odd...







And... in still more news, the uni I dual enroll at is going bedlam. For... obvious reasons. There's talk of background checks on students now... and getting the police to run beats there. Mite scary, from my standpoint. Well, one, because I can hazily picture myself doing something absolutely psychotic like that. Not so much now, since things are... quieter. But stress does stuff to you. Just look at my last lj entry. And... urgh. I don't know.

Oh, and we had a prayer service at our school today for them... helloooooooooo, separation of church and state, why are you calling an assembly and having us hold hands and say psalms? Oh, right. Because you know, the admin just want to see Gumbutt's face go scarlet.



Feeling a mite better now. *turns down volume on Very Loud Nightwish Album and wanders off to get some water so she doesn't turn into a prune*

*spaz*

I HAVE SNOW GUSTING BY MY WINDOW AND IT'S THE MIDDLE OF APRIL AND I LOVE WINTER SO MUCH WHY THE HELL CAN'T IT BE WINTER HERE AND BREADBASKETS ELSEWHERE?! GAH I WANT TO GO OUT AND RUN IN THE SNOW AND GET YELLED AT BY IDIOT PARENTS AND FIGURE OUT WHY THE HELL ALEX JUST HAS TO BE BUSY WHEN IT'S BLIZZARDING OUTSIDE AND I WANT TO RUN AROUND IN THAT STUFF UNTIL I FLOP OVER IN A DRIFT SOMEWHERE SINCE IT'S SO FUCKING GORGEOUS WHEN IT SNOWS. SNOW! SLAY THE WINDOW THAT STANDS BETWEEN US AND CARRY ME AWAY FROM SUBURBIA! SNOW SNOW GLORIOUS SNOW! I LOVE YOU SO! YOU'RE SHINY AND FLUFFY AND SPARKLY AND YOU TURN COLORS WHEN I STEP ON YOU! AND YOU MAKE MY SKIN GO THAT FUNNY SHADE OF RASPBERRY! THAT'S A SIGN OG AFFECTION, RIGHT? AND WHY DO YOU, O LORD OF THE WHITE HOSTS,  MAKE ME CHANNEL BRIGHTY? BUT OH WELL! SNOW SNOW I LOVE YOU SO! TURN ME INTO A PALE WIND SO I MAY FIND MYSELF TOSSED BY THE CORIOLIS EFFECT INTO THE MAD INTRICACIES OF OUR KICK-ASS ATMOSPHERE! SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!

*twitches, and goes back to number crunching*