Monday, September 29, 2003
I GOT INTO COLLEGE!
Just to let you know what's been keeping me busy. That and college English (Plankton: "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I WENT TO COLLEGE!)...arrgh, they're killing me. But then Mrs. Henderson told me my essay was good stuff this morning, so I suppose the hard work may eventually pay off once I get my beans together.
Finished a scholarship essay today. Where are the scholarships for SpongeBob-obsessed lazy white girls with good grades and seemingly not much else out there? It's stinkin' impossible to find things I can apply to because I've never had some large tragedy in my life (though I'm at least a little more interesting than all the folks who were born in one place and doomed to stagnate there for all their grade school years...bleh), I'm not a minority, I'm not diasbled, and I'm not completely impoverished. ARRGH! It's driving me nuts. There are too many specialized scholarships out there and I can't find any specialized to me. And above all, I am moving the heck away from Washington after college and a lot of these local things that are easier to get are meant for stinky Washington schools. Yucky. I want free money, toooooo. :o(
And Señor Giles' choir trip...oh boy, the same weekend as CONVO?! Excuse me, I have a lot of other things to pay for (think of all the gas I'm going to use just getting to college?!), so half of a choir trip on the same weekend of my last CONVO ever isn't making me happy. Apparently, there were more conflicts on May 14th, but good grief, Memorial Day is a huge weekend for family stuff that folks don't know about in stupid September. (And he can say as much as he wants on the subject of having more conflicts on the 14th, I stand by my statement that Memorial Day is a lousy weekend for school stuff.) I've already decided that Workcamp is a no-no just for the packing and other various panicking associated with hauling my carful of junk off to Texas that isn't going to be pretty, so this choir trip in May...arrgh!!!
Besides, Osborn mentioned in Business Law that Memorial Day's a huuuuge weekend for drunk driving deaths. Nyeh. Going to Canada on a bus=bad.
I think I'm having a bad case of the senior panics.
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
Quaken ("god") says hi to Ms. West. Cheeeeeese.
Blecch, liquid methane spill on a freeway somewhere?! Ewwwww...
Blecch, liquid methane spill on a freeway somewhere?! Ewwwww...
BLEEEEEEEARRGH! I HATE RAIN! I can't wait until I can get back to Texas. Geez, it seemed like everyone was shoving UW up my bum today.
I HAVE BEEN WAITING SINCE FIFTH GRADE TO LEAVE HERE. WHY THE HECK WOULD I WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE HERE?!
I mean, Segura was talking about College Spanish, and if you get bored with third year, you could switch up at semester because you've already learned the verbs, right? I asked if you could take the class without paying for UW credit and she looked at me like I was crazy and went off on this whole "Well, the WASHINGTON schools take it just fine, so why would you not want to pay for it?! And UW is a good school...[blahblahblah, must leave, with all due respect to Sra. Segura because I still like her class despite this, don't care]...but I know BYU doesn't accept these credits because they want you to 'experience college,' you'll just have to check if you want to go somewhere out of state...[etc.]" thing.
Okay. Not going to UW, so I don't want to pay for UW credits. Heard the sad, sob BYU story before in College English. Poor them. Not going there, either. But goshdarnit, I want to go to somewhere in Texas and I'm looking at a bunch of private colleges and I don't think I'd accomplish much (besides maybe taking care of random electives) by getting the credit. When I have to pay for college, I'll pay for it, 'nuff said. But until then, I'll stick with AP tests and the like because I don't want ANYTHING to do with UW. ARRGH!
I'm just so frustrated with the school's UW emphasis. There is a world beyond Washington that is beautiful, wonderful, and a lot less wet. I have to get out of here after gradutation. I've been waiting since I moved here to leave, goshdarnit. It's like they expect all the AP/Honors kids to bust their butts just to stay in the same stupid place and graduate and go to UW. Nowhere else. ARRRRRGH! *pulls hair*
At least I got to bonk my head repeatedly with my astronomy book today. That is such a funny class. Then I finished everything and asked Mr. Howard, "What do I do now? Bang my head against the wall?" and he said something like, "sure, go ahead" and I did. Metal walls echo when you bang your head against them, but oh well, it was somewhat relieving. And now I have my puffalump, which is very good. Yay for squishy bunny rabbits! Whoo-hoo!
Arr...I think Baylor got my class rank today. I checked the application status and it says they had no record of my application? Still a change from "we still need your class rank and size." I'm #23? #21? I don't remember. Low twenty-something. Goooood. Top 10%, duuuude. :o) And a continued yay for happy Texas green and gold schools. (Compliments on the color choices.)
Theo's Barnyard Animal of the Day: SCURVY!
I put up the "Have You Got Scurvy?" list on Ms. West's board today. Funny ha ha. I wonder if any of her classes read those...?!
Keenan (sp?) kept coming around Ms. West's room today. Poor guy lives closer to KR but has to bus over to KM. District boundaries are stupid. :oP
Anyway, the College English essay is a killer. ARRGH! Writer's block? I don't know. The passage that stuck out to me most was the one about teachers not teaching one viewpoint, but allowing their classes to become "contact zones" (read Pratt), but I don't quite get what to do with it. I guess I'll look over it tonight some and figure SOMETHING out, but oh well.
Quaken found my screen name. Nooooooo! Oh well. Must go. Senior skit dress rehearsal, YAAAAAY! Look for a rubber chicken in the senior bench ad. Mwahahaha...it's so heavy...
I HAVE BEEN WAITING SINCE FIFTH GRADE TO LEAVE HERE. WHY THE HECK WOULD I WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE HERE?!
I mean, Segura was talking about College Spanish, and if you get bored with third year, you could switch up at semester because you've already learned the verbs, right? I asked if you could take the class without paying for UW credit and she looked at me like I was crazy and went off on this whole "Well, the WASHINGTON schools take it just fine, so why would you not want to pay for it?! And UW is a good school...[blahblahblah, must leave, with all due respect to Sra. Segura because I still like her class despite this, don't care]...but I know BYU doesn't accept these credits because they want you to 'experience college,' you'll just have to check if you want to go somewhere out of state...[etc.]" thing.
Okay. Not going to UW, so I don't want to pay for UW credits. Heard the sad, sob BYU story before in College English. Poor them. Not going there, either. But goshdarnit, I want to go to somewhere in Texas and I'm looking at a bunch of private colleges and I don't think I'd accomplish much (besides maybe taking care of random electives) by getting the credit. When I have to pay for college, I'll pay for it, 'nuff said. But until then, I'll stick with AP tests and the like because I don't want ANYTHING to do with UW. ARRGH!
I'm just so frustrated with the school's UW emphasis. There is a world beyond Washington that is beautiful, wonderful, and a lot less wet. I have to get out of here after gradutation. I've been waiting since I moved here to leave, goshdarnit. It's like they expect all the AP/Honors kids to bust their butts just to stay in the same stupid place and graduate and go to UW. Nowhere else. ARRRRRGH! *pulls hair*
At least I got to bonk my head repeatedly with my astronomy book today. That is such a funny class. Then I finished everything and asked Mr. Howard, "What do I do now? Bang my head against the wall?" and he said something like, "sure, go ahead" and I did. Metal walls echo when you bang your head against them, but oh well, it was somewhat relieving. And now I have my puffalump, which is very good. Yay for squishy bunny rabbits! Whoo-hoo!
Arr...I think Baylor got my class rank today. I checked the application status and it says they had no record of my application? Still a change from "we still need your class rank and size." I'm #23? #21? I don't remember. Low twenty-something. Goooood. Top 10%, duuuude. :o) And a continued yay for happy Texas green and gold schools. (Compliments on the color choices.)
Theo's Barnyard Animal of the Day: SCURVY!
I put up the "Have You Got Scurvy?" list on Ms. West's board today. Funny ha ha. I wonder if any of her classes read those...?!
Keenan (sp?) kept coming around Ms. West's room today. Poor guy lives closer to KR but has to bus over to KM. District boundaries are stupid. :oP
Anyway, the College English essay is a killer. ARRGH! Writer's block? I don't know. The passage that stuck out to me most was the one about teachers not teaching one viewpoint, but allowing their classes to become "contact zones" (read Pratt), but I don't quite get what to do with it. I guess I'll look over it tonight some and figure SOMETHING out, but oh well.
Quaken found my screen name. Nooooooo! Oh well. Must go. Senior skit dress rehearsal, YAAAAAY! Look for a rubber chicken in the senior bench ad. Mwahahaha...it's so heavy...
Friday, September 05, 2003
BLEEEEARRGH! NO ANTIKAPER THIS YEAR?! KAPER is up and going again (sort of, there's a post from Kame/Kosai and a "Yay! It's baaaack!" post from me) (big *phew* for College English papers), but it's sad that there's no AntiKaper. Arrgh. Oh well. And I can't believe Bass Bone/Brandon's story didn't make it into the archive! (That was sad when it closed down and he couldn't finish it...but then I didn't want experience an APUSH-like scandal with nuts posting questions, either.) Ho hum.
I just remembered that Mindy has Mr. Wright. Twice? (Yay for Calc. Lab, seriously, that saved my buttocks so many times with understanding stuff...) Arrgh, but that's a lot of Mr. Wright. Sheesh. If anyone has him, just remember to discuss the wonders of poultry often and when diving for a calculus ball later in the year, don't hit your head. Apparently Mr. Wright told something to Mrs. Henderson about my love of pollo, but she won't say much about it and I'm afraid it might've been about how much he haaaaates my chicken talk. (Arrgh. If I want to talk about chicken, I shall.) That's fine, though, because Henderson heard something from Ms. West, too. (Hey, she should be paying more attention to the other English teacher, right?)
And when I do go off to college, if I come back and visit with a pennant, I am going to sign it with MY signature. Look at the Thespian list (wherever it's posted?!). My signature has a picture. Of. Yes. Understand? Poultry is your friend.
Ahhhhh...I am sooooo tired. I WANT QUESO! Arrgh, if I could somehow talk my parents into going to Z'Tejas somehow...I could have yummy cheese dip and catfish enchiladas with some yummy cream sauce. Arrgh! And TABASCO. Yes. Good. Arrrrr...
I can't wait until September 19. ARRGH!
PANTS!
Mindy got a ride home from me and experienced boiling hot cloth car seats, Ren and Stimpy's "You Eediot" songs, and my so-called "SPACE MADNESS!" 5:20 is not a pretty time to wake up, kids. Of course I'm a little nuts, but not overly so. There was one Acura that was coming towards me and I had to swerve to the other side of the road. Arrrrrrrrr...curvy roads are evil.
Fluffy Bunny, Eater of Souls is happy to see you. Bleeeeeahhhhhhhaaaaarrrrrgh!
Whoo-hoo, a Family Guy movie, too? LOL. And a Fart Tax in New Zealand? Wait, SpongeBob's on. Arr, forget news.
I just remembered that Mindy has Mr. Wright. Twice? (Yay for Calc. Lab, seriously, that saved my buttocks so many times with understanding stuff...) Arrgh, but that's a lot of Mr. Wright. Sheesh. If anyone has him, just remember to discuss the wonders of poultry often and when diving for a calculus ball later in the year, don't hit your head. Apparently Mr. Wright told something to Mrs. Henderson about my love of pollo, but she won't say much about it and I'm afraid it might've been about how much he haaaaates my chicken talk. (Arrgh. If I want to talk about chicken, I shall.) That's fine, though, because Henderson heard something from Ms. West, too. (Hey, she should be paying more attention to the other English teacher, right?)
And when I do go off to college, if I come back and visit with a pennant, I am going to sign it with MY signature. Look at the Thespian list (wherever it's posted?!). My signature has a picture. Of. Yes. Understand? Poultry is your friend.
Ahhhhh...I am sooooo tired. I WANT QUESO! Arrgh, if I could somehow talk my parents into going to Z'Tejas somehow...I could have yummy cheese dip and catfish enchiladas with some yummy cream sauce. Arrgh! And TABASCO. Yes. Good. Arrrrr...
I can't wait until September 19. ARRGH!
PANTS!
Mindy got a ride home from me and experienced boiling hot cloth car seats, Ren and Stimpy's "You Eediot" songs, and my so-called "SPACE MADNESS!" 5:20 is not a pretty time to wake up, kids. Of course I'm a little nuts, but not overly so. There was one Acura that was coming towards me and I had to swerve to the other side of the road. Arrrrrrrrr...curvy roads are evil.
Fluffy Bunny, Eater of Souls is happy to see you. Bleeeeeahhhhhhhaaaaarrrrrgh!
Whoo-hoo, a Family Guy movie, too? LOL. And a Fart Tax in New Zealand? Wait, SpongeBob's on. Arr, forget news.
Monday, September 01, 2003
Weird. Histrionic?
(Definition from site: "People with histrionic personality disorder are constant attention seekers. They need to be the center of attention all the time, often interrupting others in order to dominate the conversation. They use grandiose language to discribe everyday events and seek constant praise. They may dress provacatively or exaggerate illnesses in order to gain attention. They also tend to exaggerate friendships and relationships, believing that everyone loves them. They are often manipulative." Eh, whatever.)
(Definition from site: "People with histrionic personality disorder are constant attention seekers. They need to be the center of attention all the time, often interrupting others in order to dominate the conversation. They use grandiose language to discribe everyday events and seek constant praise. They may dress provacatively or exaggerate illnesses in order to gain attention. They also tend to exaggerate friendships and relationships, believing that everyone loves them. They are often manipulative." Eh, whatever.)
| Disorder | Rating |
| Paranoid: | Low |
| Schizoid: | Low |
| Schizotypal: | Moderate |
| Antisocial: | Low |
| Borderline: | Moderate |
| Histrionic: | High |
| Narcissistic: | Moderate |
| Avoidant: | Low |
| Dependent: | Low |
| Obsessive-Compulsive: | Low |
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! -- | |
The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test
Purgatory
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You have escaped damnation and made it to Purgatory, a place where the dew of repentance washes off the stain of sin and girds the spirit with humility. Through contrition, confession, and satisfaction by works of righteousness, you must make your way up the mountain. As the sins are cleansed from your soul, you will be illuminated by the Sun of Divine Grace, and you will join other souls, smiling and happy, upon the summit of this mountain. Before long you will know the joys of Paradise as you ascend to the ethereal realm of Heaven.
Hmm, not bad. :o)
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very High |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Moderate |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very Low |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Moderate |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Moderate |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Low |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Moderate |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Very Low |
Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test
Purgatory
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You have escaped damnation and made it to Purgatory, a place where the dew of repentance washes off the stain of sin and girds the spirit with humility. Through contrition, confession, and satisfaction by works of righteousness, you must make your way up the mountain. As the sins are cleansed from your soul, you will be illuminated by the Sun of Divine Grace, and you will join other souls, smiling and happy, upon the summit of this mountain. Before long you will know the joys of Paradise as you ascend to the ethereal realm of Heaven.
Hmm, not bad. :o)
Weird! I took a "brain usage" test here and it seems pretty accurate. Poor, pitiful, stupid indecisive me...
Your Brain Usage Profile
Auditory : 60%
Visual : 40%
Left : 47%
Right : 52%
Stef, your hemispheric dominance is equally divided between left and right brain, while you show a moderate preference for auditory versus visual learning, signs of a balanced and flexible person.
Your balance gives you the enviable capacity to be verbal and literate while retaining a certain "flair" and individuality. You are logical and compliant but only to a degree. You are organized without being compulsive, goal-directed without being driven, and a "thinking" individual without being excessively so.
The one problem you might have is that your learning might not be as efficient as you would like. At times you will work from the specific to the general, while at other times you'll work from the general to the specific. Sometimes you will be logical in your approach while at other times random. Since you cannot always control the choice, you may experience frustrations not normally felt by persons with a more defined and directed learning style.
You may also minimally experience conflicts associated with auditory processing. You will be systematic and sequential in your processing of information, you will most often focus on a single dimension of the problem or material, and you will be more reflective, i.e., "taking the data in" as opposed to "devouring" it.
Overall, you should feel content with your life and yourself. You are, perhaps, a little too critical of yourself - and of others - while maintaining an "openness" which is redeeming. Indecisiveness is a problem and your creativity is not in keeping with your potential. Being a pragmatist, you downplay this aspect of yourself and focus on the more immediate, the more obvious and the more functional.
Your Brain Usage Profile
Auditory : 60%
Visual : 40%
Left : 47%
Right : 52%
Stef, your hemispheric dominance is equally divided between left and right brain, while you show a moderate preference for auditory versus visual learning, signs of a balanced and flexible person.
Your balance gives you the enviable capacity to be verbal and literate while retaining a certain "flair" and individuality. You are logical and compliant but only to a degree. You are organized without being compulsive, goal-directed without being driven, and a "thinking" individual without being excessively so.
The one problem you might have is that your learning might not be as efficient as you would like. At times you will work from the specific to the general, while at other times you'll work from the general to the specific. Sometimes you will be logical in your approach while at other times random. Since you cannot always control the choice, you may experience frustrations not normally felt by persons with a more defined and directed learning style.
You may also minimally experience conflicts associated with auditory processing. You will be systematic and sequential in your processing of information, you will most often focus on a single dimension of the problem or material, and you will be more reflective, i.e., "taking the data in" as opposed to "devouring" it.
Overall, you should feel content with your life and yourself. You are, perhaps, a little too critical of yourself - and of others - while maintaining an "openness" which is redeeming. Indecisiveness is a problem and your creativity is not in keeping with your potential. Being a pragmatist, you downplay this aspect of yourself and focus on the more immediate, the more obvious and the more functional.
