Oh, and Segura had a heart attack last night. Not good. :o(

Let us put our heads down and be gloomy around you.
You are one morbid, perhaps depressing
character. Your dark mind causes you to talk
about things of the same subject. Others
(myself included) may not mind your talk and
find it interesting to talk to you since death
is just a natural thing. Yes, death fascinates
you, but there is no need to keep bringing it
upon people about their own demise. You may see
life as just a phase we go through before we
die. You may even think of what your funeral
will be like. You are not a depressed person,
although that's a possibility. But yeah, you
could be an outsider and have your own strange
friends. Happy Halloween though, Bleak One.


What Halloween Figure Are You? (Fun Quiz! MANY RESULTS!)
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'Tis the season! Merry Fluffy Bunny, Eater of Souls Day Eve!

Tee-hee, a guy at school in one of Ms. West's classes dressed up a day early out of protest for the school's "no costumes" rule. How cool is that? If people want to dress up, other folks oughta suck it up and deal. Sooner or later it might get to the point where someone's offended by the word "pants" and we'll have to refer to them as "buttocks coverings." Arrgh! Political correctness goes way too far when people can't celebrate the holidays they want to at school. Grrrrr...

Stupid Brinkster started putting ads on my site. FOOLS! I want to find a free ad-free place soon to switch to if Brinkster's going to be crackheads with their free service now. :oP

I need sleep. Got no sleep. That is bad.

Oh, Spanish quiz update: the only perfect score in fourth period. Not as dumb as I think I am, eh?!

Well, maybe so. My brain huuuuuurts.

BRIAN'S BACK! YAAAY!

Whoo-hoo! It's been a little while since I've updated, and since my brain hurts, let's have at it, shall we?

Yes. My brain hurts. And I just noticed that Ryan Brazeal had a birthday? Merry birthday, Brazeal Nut! Wheeeeee!

Looks like Mindy's blog just switched to the "Jellyfish" template on this. I originally picked it because I like it when SpongeBob goes Jellyfishing. Jellyfishing, jellyfishing, JELLYFISHING!!! One minor warning, though: it doesn't go foreign characters worth êÿñá. Bleeeech. (And if it miraculously started working, you'll see a random group of funny tilde-y accent-y letters of doom. Fat chance, though.)

Ohhhh maaaaan, my brain really really does hurt, though. Good news or bad news first? I don't know, let's start with College English news...it's typically in the undecided news category anyway. As for my paper I turned in on the morning of Homecoming (aye caramba), Henderson told me that I got at least one A and to stop panicking. Phew! I thought it would be a big dookie-bomb to my grade in there. I must keep my mouth shut, though. Josh got started on SAT scores in class, and when I "ohhhhh maaaaan"ed at his 1140 because I thought he was pulling a "Pity me because I did the worst ever!" sort of thing, he wasn't. Ouchies. Not good. Must temporarily take refuge under Clyde the overhead when the papers get handed out tomorrow. :oP Henderson said that a lot of people had great theses (sp?!) in their conclusions, so I guess a lot of people BS until they find a purpose like I usually do. :oP I think I may have ended up doing that on my last paper. Blecch!!! And then there's the in-class write...which I should be working to understand. Christina and I are going to meet after school and compare notes. Hopefully she has some kick-butt ideas to start with so that I don't have to do a lot of explaining because my brain hurts.

Okay, cause of brain pain? College and scholarship apps and the '03-'04 MEGA-SUPER-DUPER-HONOR SOCIETY OF DOOOOOOM! It's huge. We have issues. This morning was spent discussing what to do with the masses who signed up for the November reading night...arrrrr...there's only about 20 readers we can fit in there, only a handful of others who should man the tables, like snacks and prizes, but there's something crazy like 90 folks signed up for it. AUGHHHH! I don't think they're going to get their request filled for one reading night and one adopt-a-road a semester (or whatever it was, I do both, so I'll get it somehow anyway.)

LOL, I saw that the sophomore ASB is starting on OLOT planning today, which is switching to a group (think back-in-the-day Pink Prison dances) dance instead of boy-ask-girl. I think people are figuring out that informal dances make more money if you go in a big happy mob of friends instead of that whole awkward "Caca! I have to find someone!!!" mess and that everyone gets on my nerves around February anyway. End of semester AND an unpleasant holiday I refuse to celebrate. Maybe I'll get lucky and the theme will deal with blood, guts, and gore for once. Mwahahaha!!! (I think I'll try to concentrate more on playing up the positive happy thoughts of Yak Appreciation Day more and just ignore the Hallmark abomination. Celebrate what you wish, as long as you don't rain on my happiness with yaks. Yaks might be smelly when they're wet.)

On a brighter note, there was the first Drama Club meeting of the year and the first one where I'm actually a Thespian. Whoo-hoo! "Brigadoon" sounds cool, especially with the reopening of the KR theatre and the whole "they did this 25 years ago, ha ha!" thing. They found the script when they were cleaning out the auditorium, along with a lot of cool old pics, and they're putting them out at the grand re-opening. How cool is that?

But no mooning in this Scottish play. Tee-hee...boys in kilts! Yaaay!

Chamber Choir kicks boooo-tay! Yaaaaay! We did pretty good on our first concert (even though we looked tacky because nobody matched...whoever proposed the white and black thing should be flogged in public with a rubber chicken) and got lots of compliments. Still, people are griping about the cliquey-ness. Blecch, I didn't feel like socializing today because I had a huge stomachache and wanted to sit there and doze off. Let the day after a concert be a day of rest and bring up issues later, but don't just dwell on it and let it all fester in our heads...why not do something fun? I say we need a field trip! Yeah! Maybe caroling or a performance during the school day (fall songs for Thanksgiving, if we can get our poop together in time?) somewhere so everyone would WANT to come just to get out of class. So far, it seems like a lot of people assume everyone else is snobby, but that's not true and we need a field trip anyway.

Bonus: the "I am not in Divina Vocé" smile came out. Yayosity!

Oh well. Off to college English dookie. Maybe after "SpongeBob"...?

Arrgh...I think I'm having Brian withdrawal. What happened? Anyway...no details, but Astronomy's not as funny now. :oP Stinky poo poo. I was whining about it this morning...Brian withdrawal...*sigh*

Anyway, I'm just glad today's over. Too much stinky poo-poo to do and I don't like it. I'm kind of bored now. The college English presentation that was ticking me off is done, the Business Law project (man, Kathryn's was funny ha ha...eh, morbid funny ha ha), and I had the Spanish test today (death to irregular preterite and the imperfect!), sooooo...*rolls eyes*...

Cheese pants. All I have to do today is my College English poo-poo response. I'm going to say that we weren't given enough time. :oP Arrrrr...oh well.

Public floggings or driving lessons: please choose one or you will receive both. Thank you for your cooperation.

AUGHH! Frustration with the parking lot. Sometimes, there's a moron (there's two cars who switch on this, and both aren't pretty) who parks in the space where there's no parking spot. Isn't whi why the boot was invented? And what about a tow truck? If the closest spot's taken, suck it up and walk a few extra feet. Quit parking in the freakin' aisle!!! And today, I made a rather ageist assumption...the '05s can't drive. I know, I know, it's a stupid, poorly-supported generalization of the juniors at KR (because I know I didn't drive like an idiot as a junior and I know some '05s who actually drive while using their brain...yes, it can be done), but I saw not just one, but TWO morons stick their bums out the side of the car from the passenger's seat (while the driver wasn't really looking, and one of those idiots cut in front of me while waiting to leave the lot.

So, what did I do? I passed the little dweeb and drove the speed limit, that's what. Nothing infuriates a moron more than actually driving the speed limit. This is rather sadistic, but excuse me, so was cutting in front of me so your little friend can yell at someone while hanging out the car window. Are these the idiots who got a pass just because they were a carpool of four?! Sheesh. At a stop light (I made sure to make a nice, slow, safe stop, y'know), I noticed the driver stretching his head around to try looking around me. Ha ha, not moving. I drove sloooooow (dude, the speed limit on 140th is 25 through the construction...works to my advantage, eh?), and the little monkey finally got fed up and turned. After dropping Mindy off, he had caught up to us at the Carriage Lane entrance. Ha ha. I got in front of him before he could turn out of the neighborhood, and the little waste of gas almost hit my back end trying to wedge into traffic. Excuse me? Thou shall NOT hit my car unless you want to feel the Wrath of Stef. Well, luckily for him, no damage was done to my car and he turned by the apartments.

Grrrr...that's why I said activities should come before carpools for carpools' sake on the parking passes. If you're in such a hurry to go home, ride the stupid bus. They leave soon. ;o) Otherwise, leave the sane drivers alone and run off to either driving lessons or public floggings. Pleeeeease.

Arrgh! I have to do this Meat Loaf song presentation in College English. Two of my group members just found out TODAY that we're just doing it on one song. We present Thursday. :oP I also have a Business Law report (they start Thursday) and a Spanish test (on Thursday...yay for third lunch!), so I'm SCREWED. Why am I updating this? I should be doing the laundry or listening to "Objects in the Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are" until I hurl. Grrrrrrr...

Ooh! I have a 95 in Spanish WITH the horrible grades in! Hooray! I turn in my extra credit tomorrow, and I think I get some more for writing an extra letter today. :oD

Ugh, off to Meat Loaf. *gaaaag* Thank goodness for late arrival days, eh? Whoo-hoo for getting up and having a happy morning shower!

Mooooonkey turtle monkey turtle moooonkeyyyyyy tuuuuurtleeeee!!!! [inside joke of doom]

Idol


The ULTIMATE personality test
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Ha ha, this picture reminds me of this one guy in Spanish that was pretending to stab another dude with a pencil and kept yelling out, "I'M BUFFYYYYYYY!" Tee hee.

Busy. Spanish is evil. Spanish bad, English good. Must do some extra cresit to save my buttocks because I don't get when to use preterite and imperfect tense. I got frustrated with myself and stabbed my hand with the purple gel pen of doom earlier...it kind of hurt. :oP Oh well. Off to WORK...*gaaaag*

More silly quizzes because I can't get a hold of anyone I need to talk to for Honor Society Reading Night stuff. Arrgh! Smelly Teacher Workshop Day! (Well, not really, because I get to stay home and get a Mondo Dog.)

Bleh...I think not. I came home from my 4:30-ish sleepover and passed out. Still tired. Going to go get a Polish dog from Mondo's now.

Goddess of the Night. Beautiful yet a strange
darkness and sadness lurk about you.


What element would you rein over? (For Girls)
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Mwahahaha!!! FIRE! YAY!

Your element is Fire. Wild and free. Your emotions
lead you everywhere. You are a very passionate
person, though sometimes forceful and
destructive you have a goal in life, even if
that goal is just to make it another day. Fire
consumes and purifys, it also protects. There
is always caution with fire because once it is
started on something there is no telling how
much it can destroy. Fire people have the same
tendency when mad you could be a candle burning
but if someone tips you over...


What's your element
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Another interesting thought...I started digging through the Texas Common Application last night and started on the UT Tyler and Stephen F. Austin ones, and then "SpongeBob" came on. It was the Texas episode. *tear* But is that an odd coincidence or what?

And Sandy still mispronounces "pecan" and has a way-overdone accent. Arrrr...still pretty funny timing, though.

My inner child is forty-five years old!

I've never really liked children, not even when I
was one. I want things neat, ordered, and
adult--fine wine instead of french fries, pina
coladas by the pool instead of beach sand
between my toes. Now if only my fellow adults
would stop acting like such, well, children!


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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HA HA HA HA HA!!!

(But no drinking. I act like a drunk when I'm on caffeine. Last night at the choir sleepover, I laughed maniacally at everything. Sleep deprivation and caffeine is not a pretty combination. Now to find a Mondo dog...mwahaha...)

Am I irritating?

Ah...the eternal question. When do I cross that line from happy to gloating? Where exactly are the lines between interesting and weird, weird and annoying, annoying and "will you please leave this class?" Ahhhh...now it comes to the evil glares in College English. (Teacher AND students, this time, it seems.) Where do I begin...?

Well, it probably started with my essay that I officially demoted from a reputable essay to a piece of poop. Not much was making me happy outside of English class (specifically, Homecoming concerns and the idiotic rule that I can't go to Homecoming alone...even though I am the smelly Homecoming/Activities Officer in Rally...ARRGH!), so getting straight 95's on the piece of poop was a blessing directly from heaven for me. (Oh...just noticed the funny corellation [sp?! wow, Stef is brain-dead today] between what I just said and official Rally beeswax ya'll aren't supposed to know yet.) Whoo-hoo! Lots of happy dancing, and naturally, we all kind of wonder what everyone else gets on the paper. (I'm wondering how to get a 100 on anything in that class. Ms. West said it was rare, but goshdarnit, curiosity killed the pollo. What does it take?! Besides paying attention to 12as...) So I told a few people. Josh was all..."I hate you now!" like everyone else in hard classes (including me) does when someone does better than you...and then a bunch of people were freaking out at that score as well. One of my friends (who shall remain nameless, I don't care to pass on others' scores here) got all 0s and a 50 or something crazy like that and had that whole jaw-dropping thing going on. I feel sorry for the person (and everyone else that did pretty bad on it), but I was pretty happy with myself nonetheless. I'm used to this...it used to happen all the time in Hartley-Lewis' bio class when I'd ruin the possibility for a curve and people would hate me for it. And then I won that contest in squash Physics (yaaay mousetrap cars!) and a lot of people felt pretty upstaged by my sophomore-ness. (Ahhhh, nostalgia? Of days before AP Physics?) It's happened before, but usually I'm not as overtly happy about doing good at things. This time, heck yeeeah, I'm doing good and I finally feel like I have my schnaz together for the first time really since last year. It's a hard class and I get it. Yaaay me, right? But it's as simple as that...people ask what I got, so I tell them the truth.

But I was very happy with the comments..."may well be the new Draft Queen?" Awesome. Lots of smiley-faces, too. Made me verrrrrrry happy after a few irritating weeks of doom and gloom.

But then there was today...I thought someone said Breezy got straight 95s and I was like, "What? You did?" and thinking, "Wow! Way to go Breezy!" And then she was all like "No, that's what Stef got." And then Arian overheard and was like, "What? Why am I even reading your paper? Whatever I say will probably make it worse." And that's not true...he had an awesome college entrance paper and everyone knows it now, so I reminded him of that, but he was still in "daaaaaang..." mode. Nuts. To make it worse, he asked me what I got on the SATs and I told him I got a 1510 (and no, not gloatingly because it made me blush really, really bad because I realize the risk of bodily harm I face when truthfully answering that question), and I tried to convince him that yes, his peer edits are good, no, he doesn't suck at this, and sure, I suppose that no matter how stinky you think your paper is right now, it's gotta have some workable ideas. Worse, he asked about the English section...I got an 800. He asked me how I did it and I was like, "I don't even know." (Because, really, I suppose I'm smart, but overly so, and I read only slightly more than average, not like a book a week or anything.) He even asked Henderson what you do to get that high, and it was getting kind of disruptive, I suppose.

Arrgh. I still hate the idea that I'm being possibly perceived as "the gloaty kid." It's almost as bad as "the stinky kid." (Though I'm sure I've had my stinky moments.) So if people quit asking...I shall return to fluffy thoughts of...Fluffy Bunny, Eater of Souls?

This is funny.

Q: Are you a people person?
A: No, but I like cheese.


You represent... loneliness.
Always alone and always sad about it... unlike
angst, you don't have to look for a reason to
be miserable. You want to be in the company of
people but aren't sure how to act when you're
with them. Sometimes you have to make an
effort. You can't always wait for others to
come to you.


What feeling do you represent?
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Mr. Krabs: "Three cheers for feeling sorry for ourselves!"

Yay for insanity!

You're Most Like The Season ... NO wait! Hold it!
You're not like a season at all! You're a
psycho... You need a new season created just
for you.
You either answered wildly to be different, or you
truly are a 'special case'. Independant -
maybe, Intelligent - somewhat. Weird and wacky
- most certainly.
A nut case, a fruit cake, the joker, the insane
lunatic :) However be careful or you may get
locked up.

Well Done... You're not at home in any of the
seasons, you creat your own.


?? Which Season Are You ??
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Bored? Irritated? Feel like banging your head repeatedly against a wall?! That's why internet quizzes were invented. :o)


Athena


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Arrgh. No date. Out of town.

[insert angry grumbles here]

YAAAAY!

Stef is prooooud of her future college's football team. Baylor won against Colorado, 40-something to 30-something. Sucks to be Colorado...(and I'm sure JoLynne wouldn't be happy if she saw me happy dancing over this, either)...but Baylor's lost something like 37 of their last 38 games, so that's quite an accomplishment for the "losers with dignity." Layeth the smacketh down! (Oh boy, good memories of squash physics and English and Chris's interesting wrestling references.)

I think I may have a Homecoming date. All Amanda's fault. :oD Stef is happy. He might actually wear a tux and pay for stuff for once! Yaaaay!

Straight 95's on the first college English paper of the year...yeeeeeah baby! A lot of my friends have been getting bad grades on it, so I'm officially the scum of the earth right now, but a very happy "scum of the earth." If I can just keep it up...mwahaha...and the comments were cool. I had a lot of 12as because that's a bad habit (I think the Pocket Style Manual 12a knocks abuse of the royal "we" down a couple notches as well), but I "may well be the next Draft Queen" for the bigness and fatty-ness of the packet I turned in. Score!

Bleh, I'm tired. Am I calling Amanda or is she calling me? Hmmmmmm...arrgh...

People kept telling me I was WAY too picky with my four requirements. Here they are, and no, they're not hard to find unless you're only looking at UW frat boys:
MUSTN'T BE:
a) too Washington-happy
b) Annoying (includes druggies, idiots, and perverts) and/or wanting anything more than just Homecoming (i.e. "going out" with me)
c) Smelly/Not a taker of regular baths
d) Already "taken" by someone else.

No, I'm not picky. I'm just very leery of horny, smelly, or stupid guys who would cause me to have a horrible time. But it may not be a problem anymore, provided this Blake dude's not covered with tattoos and piercings or has a huge potty mouth. :o)