Friday, June 27, 2003
BORED! My mom's having a garage sale, so if you see this and have nothing else to do on Saturday, drop by and buy some of our stuff.
BORED, BORED, BORED!!! I'm currently trying to decide what to do. I have a lot of stuff I want to do--move some stuff out of my closet so I can actually put things in without killing myself, eat some cheese, update the Chum Bucket--but I con't decide what to do first. Grrrr...dang it.
Oh well. Cheese is always good. To the kitchen!
BORED, BORED, BORED!!! I'm currently trying to decide what to do. I have a lot of stuff I want to do--move some stuff out of my closet so I can actually put things in without killing myself, eat some cheese, update the Chum Bucket--but I con't decide what to do first. Grrrr...dang it.
Oh well. Cheese is always good. To the kitchen!
Thursday, June 26, 2003
I took a "freak test" on outofservice.com and here are my results...I'm 81% freak!!
Arrgh...some other results from that:
Need to be unique: 94%
Need to NOT conform: 55%
Willingness to express dissent: 96%
Need to be unique: You feel that you need to be a VERY unique and different.
Need to NOT conform: You prefer to conform to other's standards, but don't mind acting differently occasionally.
Willingness to express dissent: You speak your mind freely, without giving thought to how other's will react.
Ha ha, funny test. I'm a freak! Yay.
Arrgh...some other results from that:
Need to be unique: 94%
Need to NOT conform: 55%
Willingness to express dissent: 96%
Need to be unique: You feel that you need to be a VERY unique and different.
Need to NOT conform: You prefer to conform to other's standards, but don't mind acting differently occasionally.
Willingness to express dissent: You speak your mind freely, without giving thought to how other's will react.
Ha ha, funny test. I'm a freak! Yay.
Monday, June 23, 2003
I HAVE A STOMACHACHE. Arrgh.
Where is Brandon? Hmmmm...and then Mindy's on, but she's taking forever getting food.
I like getting happy college mail, but will the darned women's colleges quit sending me stuff? I want mail from colleges with males, goshdarnit. I wish there was a special box to check on the PSATs and all those other cheesy tests that says "please do not give my name to single-sex colleges." I dislike the Festering Pit of Estrogen Choir, what makes anyone think...?! Grrrr...oh well, still mail. :oD
I like pickles. That is all. End of rant.
Where is Brandon? Hmmmm...and then Mindy's on, but she's taking forever getting food.
I like getting happy college mail, but will the darned women's colleges quit sending me stuff? I want mail from colleges with males, goshdarnit. I wish there was a special box to check on the PSATs and all those other cheesy tests that says "please do not give my name to single-sex colleges." I dislike the Festering Pit of Estrogen Choir, what makes anyone think...?! Grrrr...oh well, still mail. :oD
I like pickles. That is all. End of rant.
Friday, June 20, 2003
Allllrightythen...another nerdy fun thing I found off of Ms. West's Evil Quiz site (a.k.a. "So You've Decided to be Evil")...it's an evil plan generator. You pick the evilest, coolest, or just downright funniest things out of various lists and it'll come up with a customized evil plan.
[start of evil plan]
Congratulations on being the creator of a new
Evil Plan (tm)!
Your objective is simple: World Domination.
Your motive is a little bit more complex: Power
Stage One
To begin your plan, you must first incapacitate a town mascot. This will cause the world to sense a grave disturbance in the force, confused by your arrival. Who is this evil genius? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in classic black?
Stage Two
Next, you must obliterate the Moon (ooh, tides!). This will all be done from a underground secret headquarters of doom, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will wet their pants, as countless hordes of mean english teachers hasten to do your every bidding.
Stage Three
Finally, you must tauntingly wave your plague of doom, bringing about an end to sanity. Your name shall become synonymous with fuzzy bunnies, and no man will ever again dare sneer cruelly at your disfigured face. Everyone will bow before your cunning intelligence, and the world will have no choice but to give you control of the planet.
[end of evil plan]
Remember that this is all in good fun and I really don't want world domination, don't posess a horribly disfigured face (Hey! I don't find it all that ugly!), and really don't want my name to be synonymous with...ahhh...LOL.
[start of evil plan]
Congratulations on being the creator of a new
Evil Plan (tm)!
Your objective is simple: World Domination.
Your motive is a little bit more complex: Power
Stage One
To begin your plan, you must first incapacitate a town mascot. This will cause the world to sense a grave disturbance in the force, confused by your arrival. Who is this evil genius? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in classic black?
Stage Two
Next, you must obliterate the Moon (ooh, tides!). This will all be done from a underground secret headquarters of doom, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will wet their pants, as countless hordes of mean english teachers hasten to do your every bidding.
Stage Three
Finally, you must tauntingly wave your plague of doom, bringing about an end to sanity. Your name shall become synonymous with fuzzy bunnies, and no man will ever again dare sneer cruelly at your disfigured face. Everyone will bow before your cunning intelligence, and the world will have no choice but to give you control of the planet.
[end of evil plan]
Remember that this is all in good fun and I really don't want world domination, don't posess a horribly disfigured face (Hey! I don't find it all that ugly!), and really don't want my name to be synonymous with...ahhh...LOL.
I found an entire page of geek stuff. Since I must be a huuuuuge geek (or just downright unlikable) and I don't have better things to do with friends on this gloomy, cold, and cloudy last day of junior year (I'm just glad it's OVER and I have all A's for second semester), I thought, what the heck? Here's what the LiveWire geek test said (aughh!):
You are 41% normal and 59% geeky.
Out of the 2277 people who have taken this quiz, the average person tends to be 25% geeky.
You are 41% normal and 59% geeky.
Out of the 2277 people who have taken this quiz, the average person tends to be 25% geeky.
26.62722% - Total Geek
Ta-da: my results from the Geek Test. Ha! I'm not as geeky as you think I am!
And since when is watching the Food Network considered geeky?! Arrgh...
Ta-da: my results from the Geek Test. Ha! I'm not as geeky as you think I am!
And since when is watching the Food Network considered geeky?! Arrgh...
Thursday, June 19, 2003
Estoy irritada.
Two unspoken rules of mine were broken today:
1. Thou shall not touch my car.
2. Thou shall not restrict my freedom of speech.
Okay, the second was only semi-broken, but let's start at the beginning of the day. English was fine, since we didn't do much.
Calculus was fine, too. Everyone in there has signed my yearbook, but I did catch my bracelet on my shirt and got two little holes in it. Arrgh...and this is one of my new obnoxious bright orange shirts, too.
Then I had to clean out my locker. Ohhhhh man, I pity whoever gets that one next year. Most of the writing came off, but you can still barely notice that it's The Chicken's Locker.
HTML was BOOOOOORING! Oh my gosh, all the working computers were taken (they've taken quite a few out because it's the end of the year and they're getting new ones), so I got to put my stuff in my car at the beginning of class and then sat there for the rest of it. BORING. I have an "A" in there and they ended up watching TV. They started off with "Ed, Edd, and Eddy," which I like, but then they switched over to Jerry Springer. Too much cursing, not enough beating the dookie out of each other. Besides, cartoons make beating eash other up more interesting. Mr. Waltner stopped that quickly, so they ended up watching "The Price is Right." Wow, Bob Barker must be, what, eighty-something?! OLD. Anyway, that was kind of dull.
Choir? Still nothing until Mr. Giles showed up twenty minutes into class and told us that we were singing the Beatles medley to the Special Chargers. Nice thought, but I still hate the accompaniment with a passion. Arrgh...oh well, I caught the Coke machine after they refilled it and got to get 2 Vanilla Cokes for the price of one.
Spanish was kind of interesting. More yearbook signing and we finished Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
Calculus Lab...well...arrgh...this is where I get slightly ticked off. Am I the only one that thinks Ultimate Frisbee is an annoying waste of time? People get entirely too excited over a stupid frisbee. Besides, it's no fun with a stomachache. I started to play, but then I just sat out for the rest of it. Thirty minutes left, so we played Hearts. I was doing pretty well for a while, though my phrase of the day was "dirty barnacles." Kristen suggested that we ban another phrase. Oh, excrement. I don't care if I say it a lot. I hear various (bad) synonyms for "poop" all day long, but nobody seems to really care about that and I find it a lot more offensive than "barnacles." Make people stop saying those kinds of things and I *might* give a dookie about my own overused phrases. Or maybe not, because frankly, I don't care if I'm annoying anymore. Just end the period and let me go home, where I can say any darn thing I please.
Well, I said quite a lot of darned things about the barnacle head seniors who screwed with my car. Nothing much, just that UGLY chalk stuff with "C/O 2003" written on my windows. EYESORE! Get some respect for other peoples' property, goshdarnit. Holy barnacles, eggs wash off, too, but do I go about egging houses? No, because it's a nuisance to clean it up and I know that. Get it? Good, but I still want to kick someone's butt over it. Arrgh...I hope our class has a little more common sense than certain '03s next year. Thou shall not mess with my car. (Thou shall not mess with anyone's car for that matter, because it's TACKY.)
My hair is kind of ticking me off, too. I mean, good grief, don't be a fuzzy mess! Arrrrrrrrgh...uncontrollable mess.
Ooh! There was some good for today, though. Last full day as a spooty junior! Bonus: I got group pictures of my English class and the Eat Breakfast with Ms. West Club, my yearly picture of Ms. West picking her nose, and a picture of Lionel, who dislikes getting his picture taken. Arrgh!
I want a snickerdoodle. Off to read yearbook signings...
Two unspoken rules of mine were broken today:
1. Thou shall not touch my car.
2. Thou shall not restrict my freedom of speech.
Okay, the second was only semi-broken, but let's start at the beginning of the day. English was fine, since we didn't do much.
Calculus was fine, too. Everyone in there has signed my yearbook, but I did catch my bracelet on my shirt and got two little holes in it. Arrgh...and this is one of my new obnoxious bright orange shirts, too.
Then I had to clean out my locker. Ohhhhh man, I pity whoever gets that one next year. Most of the writing came off, but you can still barely notice that it's The Chicken's Locker.
HTML was BOOOOOORING! Oh my gosh, all the working computers were taken (they've taken quite a few out because it's the end of the year and they're getting new ones), so I got to put my stuff in my car at the beginning of class and then sat there for the rest of it. BORING. I have an "A" in there and they ended up watching TV. They started off with "Ed, Edd, and Eddy," which I like, but then they switched over to Jerry Springer. Too much cursing, not enough beating the dookie out of each other. Besides, cartoons make beating eash other up more interesting. Mr. Waltner stopped that quickly, so they ended up watching "The Price is Right." Wow, Bob Barker must be, what, eighty-something?! OLD. Anyway, that was kind of dull.
Choir? Still nothing until Mr. Giles showed up twenty minutes into class and told us that we were singing the Beatles medley to the Special Chargers. Nice thought, but I still hate the accompaniment with a passion. Arrgh...oh well, I caught the Coke machine after they refilled it and got to get 2 Vanilla Cokes for the price of one.
Spanish was kind of interesting. More yearbook signing and we finished Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
Calculus Lab...well...arrgh...this is where I get slightly ticked off. Am I the only one that thinks Ultimate Frisbee is an annoying waste of time? People get entirely too excited over a stupid frisbee. Besides, it's no fun with a stomachache. I started to play, but then I just sat out for the rest of it. Thirty minutes left, so we played Hearts. I was doing pretty well for a while, though my phrase of the day was "dirty barnacles." Kristen suggested that we ban another phrase. Oh, excrement. I don't care if I say it a lot. I hear various (bad) synonyms for "poop" all day long, but nobody seems to really care about that and I find it a lot more offensive than "barnacles." Make people stop saying those kinds of things and I *might* give a dookie about my own overused phrases. Or maybe not, because frankly, I don't care if I'm annoying anymore. Just end the period and let me go home, where I can say any darn thing I please.
Well, I said quite a lot of darned things about the barnacle head seniors who screwed with my car. Nothing much, just that UGLY chalk stuff with "C/O 2003" written on my windows. EYESORE! Get some respect for other peoples' property, goshdarnit. Holy barnacles, eggs wash off, too, but do I go about egging houses? No, because it's a nuisance to clean it up and I know that. Get it? Good, but I still want to kick someone's butt over it. Arrgh...I hope our class has a little more common sense than certain '03s next year. Thou shall not mess with my car. (Thou shall not mess with anyone's car for that matter, because it's TACKY.)
My hair is kind of ticking me off, too. I mean, good grief, don't be a fuzzy mess! Arrrrrrrrgh...uncontrollable mess.
Ooh! There was some good for today, though. Last full day as a spooty junior! Bonus: I got group pictures of my English class and the Eat Breakfast with Ms. West Club, my yearly picture of Ms. West picking her nose, and a picture of Lionel, who dislikes getting his picture taken. Arrgh!
I want a snickerdoodle. Off to read yearbook signings...
Barnacles! A double post. I'm tired. Oh well.
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
Boredom is best handled with internet quizzes...especially ones with links to stick figure deaths!
Country music=good. Peanut butter that you squeeze out of a tube=bad. That's just disgusting. I mean, the sqeeze yogurt crud is questionable but easily ignored, but when they come out with an annoying rap jingle for stupid friggin' peanut butter in a tube, it's time to ditch the squeeze tube trend.
Yesterday was beautiful. I parked directly to the right of the Senior Steps and have A's in all my classes. Besides, calculus slave work isn't that bad. Ooh! And then there was Kristin's graduation party...mwahaha, I get to have one of those next year. Too bad I don't have a trampoline. They had one, and I spent lots of time bouncing around (more of being bounced around because I'm a wuss), but I scraped my foot. It's only a little scrape...nothing yucky. Oh, and my group's calculus lab project is now up on the web: Section 5.5. It was sunny and semi-warm. It's really cold downstairs, though. I'm wearing a sweatshirt and long pants in June, for crying out loud. Where am I? Mercado's?!
Thought of the day: if a frog had wings, it wouldn't bump his...buttocks.
Today was registration. I got everything I wanted! Lookee!
Period 1: U. S. History with Mr. Harry (CHICKEN SOOOOOOOOUUUUUUP!!!)
Period 2: Business Law with Mr. Osborn (Semester 1)/Psychology with Ms. Fox (Semester 2)
Period 3: Chamber Choir (I like PEEEEEEE...) with Señor Giles
Period 4: Spanish (3rd Year) with Señora Segura
Period 5: College English (Yay!) with Mrs. Henderson
Period 6: Astrology with Mr. Howard (Semester 1)/Sociology with Mr. Rawie (Semester 2)
I've heard a lot of random things about some of my teachers, but I don't think I should care until I find out for myself next year. Besides, that's more switching at semester than I think I've ever done. I got to take Theo there and bug him at his house. We watched SpongeBob and I left some of his Gundam figures like they were going to behead things. Action figure beheadings are always fun.
Know what would be a great supervillain? The URINATOR!
Another useless spacefem.com quiz:
Isn't that funny? Now get off my back, people. Seriously. I am perfectly content being single in high school. I don't have some guy hanging onto me like some sort of parasitic growth and bugging me when I'm trying to do homework...or read...or think, for that matter. Example scenario:
Me: Contemplating the deeper meaning of cheddar cheese and the possible papers I can write in College English about cheese.
Guy: "Wanna see something cool?" *belches the alphabet while balancing a pickle on nose*
Me: Irritated for being interrupted. *throws things at guy*
Understand? Waiting until I'm done with school to bother with that, and maybe by then the guys have grown up a bit...to the point to where they ask before sending me into uncontrollable laughter with belching gags.
And now for the useless quiz result:
Weird Al is hilarious. I found this random show where he's doing rock songs polka style...mwahaha. Know what's sad? I saw this old guy who looked like he was trying to be Fred Durst today. Sick and sad...little blob of hair on the chin, backwards baseball cap, and everything. LOL!
I have to go...literally. Ironing is EVIL.
Sunday, June 15, 2003
Another quiz. Surprise, surprise:
You are most like Sandy Cheeks!
Spongebob: Which Citizen of Bikini Bottom Are You?
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Sandy rules! Anyway...I can overlook the fake accent and the "frozen cow juice" atrocities...
You are most like Sandy Cheeks!
Spongebob: Which Citizen of Bikini Bottom Are You?
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Sandy rules! Anyway...I can overlook the fake accent and the "frozen cow juice" atrocities...
Wahhhhhooooooo!!!
Are you the ultimate SpongeBob fan?
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I AM THE ULTIMATE SPONGEBOB FAN! Ehhhh...whatever. Putting off studying for the Spanish final because I feel pretty yucky right now. Ughhhh...anyway...finals are bad. You can quote me on that.
Saturday, June 07, 2003
I AM A NERD.
One of my responses to Amanda's e-mail survey was this:
10. What kinda car do you have/want? Have: 2000 Grand Am, red.
Want: (here comes the long list! Meep!) Corvette (either brand spanking new or a 70's or older one because those are the coolest), Porsche Carerra, Aston Martin Vanquish (arrgh, I want James Bond's car!!!), a new Cadillac Seville (not an old lady car...arrgh...would be very nice for hauling friends and has the cool light bar across the back...plus it's a caddy...arrgh...), or a BIG FAT HUGE "I AM GOING TO EAT YOUR CAR ALIVE" Hummer (not the wussy little H2). Preferably in red, though the '79 Corvette Pace Car is extremely cool and only seems to come in black, but I'd deal with that.
Arrgh. Proof of nerdiness. Move on...
Anyway...very tired. Cheese.
One of my responses to Amanda's e-mail survey was this:
10. What kinda car do you have/want? Have: 2000 Grand Am, red.
Want: (here comes the long list! Meep!) Corvette (either brand spanking new or a 70's or older one because those are the coolest), Porsche Carerra, Aston Martin Vanquish (arrgh, I want James Bond's car!!!), a new Cadillac Seville (not an old lady car...arrgh...would be very nice for hauling friends and has the cool light bar across the back...plus it's a caddy...arrgh...), or a BIG FAT HUGE "I AM GOING TO EAT YOUR CAR ALIVE" Hummer (not the wussy little H2). Preferably in red, though the '79 Corvette Pace Car is extremely cool and only seems to come in black, but I'd deal with that.
Arrgh. Proof of nerdiness. Move on...
Anyway...very tired. Cheese.
Thursday, June 05, 2003
ARRGH! *does the happy dance* Mr. Upham (sp?! barnacles!) ok'd the giant hobbit feet idea. Yay! As it is now, Kat and I both have one foot (which, grrrrr...I have to make tonight...arrgh...) and we chase Rhonda
(the hippy elf) during the...ehhh...something of the Mushrooms. Hey, that works...I have a mushroom on the pants I'm going to wear.
Though Upham banned me from streaking at the pops concert. LOL!
Arrgh...hmmmm...I wonder what Mr. Wright's happy dance looks like. Ooh! I get to see a bunch of snotty seniors dance for losing Powderpuff today in calculus lab! Mwahahahaaaaaa!!! I wonder if Danny could ever do the SpongeBob song...that would rule!!!
Aughh!!! I'm using three exclamation points in a row!!! I think the iced mocha is talking!!! Arrgh!!!
Anyway...*calms down*...I'm just sitting around in HTML right now. Dang it, I hate finals. Waltner gave us a review sheet, but since AOL is stupid and won't let me download things on the school computers, I'm going to do it at home. Hey, 10 points extra credit on the final...heck, why not? Provided I get the GIANT STINKY HOBBIT FEET all done pretty early.
Arrgh...finished the calculus lab project. If there's any time today, I'll ask someone who figured out equation editor to make the integral for the cabin joke all pretty. I love the SpongeBob link to the calculus pirate, though. Jolly good fun...I hope they think it's funny and let me keep it. Knowing Wright, though, he'd probably want to ditch the jokes page altogether because it's slightly irrelevant. I think it's good, though. Though not as good as Angel's plan to spike Mr. Wright's Sprite out of spite. (Fun with rhyming...aughh...run while you still can...)
I HAVE A PUFFALUMP! Mwahahaha...the purple puffalump of pity. Because the purple senior girls are pitiful. (Ehhh...I dunno...I went to Thespian initiations instead...) Dude, I'm a thespian...arrgh...but it sucks that there's no stage next year, LOL. It would be funny to do a play in some extremely random place, like Starbucks or something. Maybe bring back the singing and sitting on people from "Kiss Me Kate," LOL.
Anyway...the seniors needed to lose. I'm happy. All is right with the world...or not. I can't remember what the goshdarned mushroom part of the LOTR song is called! Grrrr...that's where we do the stinky hobbit feet chase, too. ARRGH!
Cheese is groovy. Bye bye now. :oP
(the hippy elf) during the...ehhh...something of the Mushrooms. Hey, that works...I have a mushroom on the pants I'm going to wear.
Though Upham banned me from streaking at the pops concert. LOL!
Arrgh...hmmmm...I wonder what Mr. Wright's happy dance looks like. Ooh! I get to see a bunch of snotty seniors dance for losing Powderpuff today in calculus lab! Mwahahahaaaaaa!!! I wonder if Danny could ever do the SpongeBob song...that would rule!!!
Aughh!!! I'm using three exclamation points in a row!!! I think the iced mocha is talking!!! Arrgh!!!
Anyway...*calms down*...I'm just sitting around in HTML right now. Dang it, I hate finals. Waltner gave us a review sheet, but since AOL is stupid and won't let me download things on the school computers, I'm going to do it at home. Hey, 10 points extra credit on the final...heck, why not? Provided I get the GIANT STINKY HOBBIT FEET all done pretty early.
Arrgh...finished the calculus lab project. If there's any time today, I'll ask someone who figured out equation editor to make the integral for the cabin joke all pretty. I love the SpongeBob link to the calculus pirate, though. Jolly good fun...I hope they think it's funny and let me keep it. Knowing Wright, though, he'd probably want to ditch the jokes page altogether because it's slightly irrelevant. I think it's good, though. Though not as good as Angel's plan to spike Mr. Wright's Sprite out of spite. (Fun with rhyming...aughh...run while you still can...)
I HAVE A PUFFALUMP! Mwahahaha...the purple puffalump of pity. Because the purple senior girls are pitiful. (Ehhh...I dunno...I went to Thespian initiations instead...) Dude, I'm a thespian...arrgh...but it sucks that there's no stage next year, LOL. It would be funny to do a play in some extremely random place, like Starbucks or something. Maybe bring back the singing and sitting on people from "Kiss Me Kate," LOL.
Anyway...the seniors needed to lose. I'm happy. All is right with the world...or not. I can't remember what the goshdarned mushroom part of the LOTR song is called! Grrrr...that's where we do the stinky hobbit feet chase, too. ARRGH!
Cheese is groovy. Bye bye now. :oP
Wednesday, June 04, 2003
You're A Villian!
You evil person, you. You have a dark side to you.
Your destiny is world destruction/domination.
Just so long as those pesky heros stay out of
your way.
What Type Of Anime Character Are You?
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Mmmmm...world domination...tastes like chicken. Bored. Taking random stupid quizzes and a break from my booooring calculus page. Section 5.5=sudden death. Remember that. It's a bad, booooring section full of formulas I still don't have memorized. But if that quiz is true (*evil laugh*), then I suppose I'll banish calculus to Antarctica or somewhere else that's cold and yucky when I take over the world. (Barnacle Woman? Like Barnacle Man?)
Man, I must be bored. Jamie had a very cool shirt today...the same sparkly orange one I was wearing. I just hope the glitter doesn't come off in the wash like it did on...every other glitter shirt I own. Barnacles!
ARRGH! Sara is now officially Harrison, and I am Jim Bob. Understand? Gooooood. I must make giant hairy feet for the pops concert to chase Rhonda the Hippy Elf. Mwahahaha!!!
(Provided Upham approves the idea for a choir skit.)
Ohhhhhh...choir...arrgh...or shall I say Kentridge Gospel Hour when we get to the choirs. Grrrrr...all the choirs are doing spirituals. Fun songs, but save the all-gospel jolly good fun for the Gaithers, goshdarnit.
I am sooo tired. Arrgh. Back to calculus.
