The Angry English Nerd Speaketh!

Amanda sent me the Internet MASH game...so, I gave it a try. My try was slightly humorous.

First, let's pick out some random members of the opposite sex who I see on a regular basis:
1. Theo Walker (is talking to me right now)
2. Agent Poopsmith (Kevin's nickname when he's Kevin-With-Sunglasses-Man.)
3. Bruce Campbell (from the Evil Dead trilogy; looks like Theo and vice versa, so why not add him in?)
4. Scott "The Man" Cornish (went to Sadie's with me; rather funny)
5. Bill "Dick" Clemence (let's add in Bill's nickname, too! went to TOLO and Homecoming with me; also rather funny...note to self: find Bill a cool nickname that isn't from freshman year)

Picked: Scott "The Man" Cornish.

Category #2 asked for automobiles...so let's give up after a couple serious replies and name off silly things:
1. Porsche Carrera (*drools*)
2. Hippie Van (no.)
3. Cutlass a-la Army of Darkness (yay for big spinny zombie-killing machinery!)
4. Mom's Cadillac (needs a little work, but has a nice V8...I still want a Porsche!)
5. Corvette (*drools*)

Picked (to my dismay): Hippie Van.

And COLORS! All is well if you paint it nicely?:
1. Red
2. Black
3. Dark Blue
4. Dark Green (all of the above would make nice Porsche colors for when I become rich and famous)
5. Tee-hee...fun with murals! (Oh, why not. I can't resist.)

Picked (at least it matches): my hippie van is going to be all muraled-out.

Now for "Number of Kids," and since I don't want any, I'll get creative.
1. none (the obvious choice)
2. -245,672 (Cannibalism!)
3. zero (Captain Obvious strikes again!)
4. -3.14159 (Cannibalism with sharing the meat. Y'know, considerate cannibalism where we divide it up in slices of pi.)
5. Is mayonnaise a number? (Patrick Star couldn't have said it better.)

Picked: none. Thank you, Captain Obvious.

And don't forget, it's all about location, location, location! Location in or off the coast of Texas, that is. There are no other locations:
1. Wichita Falls, TX
2. Overton, TX
3. Waco, TX
4. Dallas, TX
5. Stef's Island off the Texas coast (To be purchased...mine, all mine.)

Picked: Stef's Island. Yay for The Dictatorship/Cosmarchy/Demonocracy (y'know, getting a little help from Fluffy Bunny, Eater of Souls and the Witch-King of Stef's Car's Front Left Tire) of Stef's ISLAND! (Neener neener at Agent Poopsmith and Imaginary Germany, LOL?)

And finally...jobs:
1. Average corporate lawyer (Well, I'm hoping to be better than AVERAGE...)
2. Evil corporate lawyer (Evil pays well...monetarily. Not something I'd easily forgive myself for, though...)
3. Evil corporate lawyer of DOOM! (Are we noticing a trend yet? The doom sort of atones for the evil, maybe?)
4. Dark Lord Sauron (Dude, NAZGULS! And why can't a chick be a disembodied eyeball? Sexists!)
5. TV Host on the Food Network (Heck yeah! Stef's Eating Hour. Duuuuude.)

Picked: TV Host on the Food Network. Big, fatty goodness!

And, finally, mansion, apartment, shack, or house? Apartment, but as Dictator of Stef's Island, I request that the rest of the building be filled with good-looking men who will wash my hippie van daily and buy me things. :o) The lucky number was 13.

Changing the title. I've been pretty lazy about my daily "SpongeBob" viewing because I've been tired, busy, or sick, so as much as I still love the show, it's not so much of a daily thing anymore. There are other things that get in the way. So, though the pictures I need to add mostly still need to be developed, I think I'll rename this after The Chum Bucket's Angry English Nerd Department. The placement of the ellipses in the current title are starting to annoy me.

I really need to put a disclaimer on The Angry English Nerd Deptartment that the English nerd isn't angry more than she is just frustrated that people still can't spell, put their apostrophes in the appropriate places, write intelligible sentences...and that all comments made in The Angry English Nerd Department are out of a want to see more brain cells in use.

Yesterday was sleep and college goodies day. After skipping Rally to discuss last-minute panic questions with Henderson (I should start revising that soon today...) over the 1.4 essay, I went home, returned the call from the SMU Honors Program guy (very helpful--should receive more info in the mail soon), and then waited for Dad to get home. When he did, he brought mail, and lots of it. One was a tube from SMU congratulating me on being invited to the SMU Honors Program (and my parents are concerned with me not "being somebody" off at a bigger school? Only the top 4% of applicants get into that.) and it included a bright red SMU t-shirt. The other package was from TCU, which included a really detailed metal horny toad keychain (currently on my car keys) and a whole bunch of info about their mascot, the horned frog (a.k.a. a horny toad, much to Brian's amusement). I think there was a "Congratulations on receiving the Dean's Scholarship!" note in the TCU stuff, too.

Soooo...I'm looking forward to happy honors programs with tiny classes and honors dorms where everyone has the same classwork issues as me. Good stuff. :o)

But I wasn't feeling to good yesterday. After dinner, I put on my PJs, called Theo to tell him to find another way to and from school tomorrow, and went to bed. Then I got up at about eightish, took out my contacts, and went to bed again.

Ughhhhh. I couldn't stand it anymore. Coughing, sneezing, and a headache enough to make Fluffy Bunny writhe in pain, which would be difficult, seeing as her head's filled with fluffy anti-pain stuffing. :oP It's nice just to lay there with Fluffers on my head when I have a bad headache. Especially if I stick Fluffers in the fridge for a couple minutes, take her out, and then put her on my head--like an ice pack minus the extremely cold spots where the chunks of ice reach the outside of the bag, which always irritates me.

Well, off to shower, breathe in warm shower steam, and finish my English paper.

(Still irritated at the upstairs computer. It didn't save half my present-tense changes when it came back on. Grrrr.)

Got a phone call on Friday about the SMU interview. It was a big fat no on my answering machine, though I did also get a Rotunda Award that gives me $2500 a year in addition to the half-tuition.

Grr.

Hmmmm...SMU is awesome. Awesomely awesome. I'll try to post a more detailed review of the Dallas trip on The Chum Bucket soon, but until then, I'll leave y'all with a couple random thoughts:
*The flight from Dallas to Seattle is about as long as The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. The lady across the aisle was watching it on a portable DVD player. Yay fight scenes and Nazguls! (*loudly protests the idea that I was glued to the good parts I couldn't hear*)
*SMU's silverware had designs at the end that looked like the fan-thingies on Aragorn's crown in RotK.
*I need a good picture of a Grand Baroque-pattern spoon for The Chum Bucket. The Chum Bucket's very KR-y. Leaving KR. Going to be sad about leaving KR. Need new layout soon, and the spoon ring rules.
*Lots of random "signs." They served chicken instead of salmon as the McComas Dinner (unusual), it was on Grandma's birthday, the President's Scholar speaker and first runner-up for Homecoming King wore a Talk Like a Pirate Day t-shirt Saturday morning and had a lengthy discussion with me over how he and about nine other guys at SMU wore the pirate shirts and celebrated it...though I'm still waiting on whether or not they're all good signs or bad signs.
*SMU guys...oh boy. Yes. Polite. Clean. Not smelly. Not perverted. Not mean. Oh yes. :o)
*Goofy, fluffy, borderline-tacky to tacky bow ties rule!

Anyway...lots of thoughts to post on The Chum Bucket, a new layout idea for this summer (Maybe white? But later. Not now! Nooooo!), and many college visit "bonus points" to tally.

TOLO is over...*breathe*

Maybe breathe. I'm hoping that ASB's not ticked off at Girls' Honor for pillaging their paper for TOLO after we made such a big stink about hoarding away our own. I think they get our leftovers, so ASB may be appeased by that. But anyway...the unplanned zoo. Grr. And right when I step out to move my car, which was rather violated on Friday. It's pristine. My parents let me drive it everywhere with the expectation that it STAYS pristine, so of course I freak out over a bunch of grey scratches along my left back bumper. There were paint chips, too. I started having an almost-nervous-breakdown, which I assume everyone interpreted as whininess/that-time-ness, which blows goats. Nobody takes you seriously when you're about ready to kick someone's face in over a car. What kind of moron just drives away? I fessed up to rear-ending a guy, so it's someone else's turn. When you damage someone else's car, you're supposed to leave your bleeping information. They beat this fact into your head since practically the first day of driving lessons. Rachel told me that she saw someone clip another car and drive off last Friday in history this morning. Cowards!

And then, to make it worse, there was that whole zoo thing. Grrrrr...if [name omitted] would've read our minutes that the decorations committee has been forwarding to the officers, there wouldn't have been any problem, those people could have been put to work on something we wanted, and we could've finished earlier. So, when I go over to talk to them, what happens? "Oh, [name omitted] told us to make a zoo." No. Listen to the decorations committee people, not the officers who haven't been keeping up with reading our notes. Grrrr...Mrs. Mong had to finally sort it out, but the unplanned zoo worked out okay anyway behind the refreshments table. We refused to let it go in the gym because we're making a park, not a jungle. Too many jungle animals and we'll get a 0 for being off-prompt. >:oP

Anyway...then Saturday. Saturday was fun, but I think people think it's my fault that we didn't go to Shari's? Not completely. We just decided to mutiny and go to Taco Time and Baskin Robbins, then taunt the others for still being at Shari's while we were driving around and writing Bill's name on his car (his brother had borrowed it) in dark red lipstick, LOL. Besides, Jacque looked pretty in front of her co-workers. :o) Mutiny is fun.

Today...oh well. Mailed two scholarship applications and played ninety last-minute panic questions with Henderson. Got the Spanish work I'll miss on Thursday and Friday. Went to decide Rally games for the season and tried to set up a meeting with Mr. Anderson about our springtime fun project.

When I got home, there were these boys in the corner of my yard. Excuse me? I went outside, thinking they were looking for something in the bushes, but they fled. "Lose something?" I asked. The morons didn't even bother to put this lattice back that blocks them from entering the yard. Little farts. I could hear them hiding behind the bushes because they wouldn't shut up. Anyway, I put back the lattice and said, "I heeeeeeear yooooou! You're not fooling anyone by hiding behind the bushes! I happen to live here, you know." Then they fled. Idiots. Trespass elsewhere. As they were leaving, one said, "You're scary!" Thank you. Of course I am. I happen to be a senior in high school who resorts to cannibalism when provoked. Little trespassing fools taste like chicken with some queso sauce and Tabasco.

I just looked at Mindy's *new and improved* Silence Zone, and it's pretty! I like the return of the puking runner, too! And the bigger and better links page might be fun to pillage when I'm in a pillage-the-links sort of mood. :o)

PILLAGE! I've been saying that a lot lately, but it sort of sums up my outlook on life, I suppose. Why just "seize the day" when you can pillage, plunder, and loot as well, y'know, have fun while seizing?

Anyway, I'm not in much of a pillaging mood right now. My stomach's all gurgly and icky-feeling, and I have one of those whole-skull headaches that's probably due to not sleeping much, worrying a lot, or just having too much to do.

Shoe shopping with a swollen ankle is not fun.

[Thinking of something. Eat more cheese.]

At least Music's taking over the DJ's table at TOLO. :o) Makes me happy.

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Official Poster-Version of KR's TOLO Spirit Week:
Monday: Pajama Day (duh)
Tuesday: Tacky Day
Hump Day: Tropical Day
Thursday: 70s or 80s (some kind of retroness) Day
Friday: Green and Gold Day (duh)

Real creative this time, eh?! >:oP

Blogger's main pages continue to make me happy. This time, they're talking about Texas. Yay for mentions of Texas!

Anyway, I just came back from seeing Amy F. as the lead in Green River Community College's version of Guys and Dolls, and she's awesome in it. Go Amy!

I have a song from Theo's CD stuck in my head...Ohhhh, I like fettucini and I like you...just like fettucini...the only difference is that fettucini comes in a box, and you don't...unless you're dead...or buried alive... LOL.

Today: [insert expletive here]. Don't ask or I'll have to smite thee.

However, there was one bright spot in today. You know how LOTR made me want a trebuchet (or a medieval flinging machine of any sort) and I think strange things like that are cool? In a random burst of procrastination, I found a site where you can buy one. This dude, the Eccentric Genius, makes them. In Vancouver. The same Vancouver where we're going on a choir trip. Duuuude. Somehow I think Señor Giles would object to me buying a minature guillotine or medieval flinging machine. What would the border patrol think about bringing back a medieval flinging machine?

[while waiting at border crossing]
*flings grape at officer*
Oops.

Oh well, still an interesting site to wander through. :o)

BTW, called mom. I get pity Taco Bell out of this. Paaaaaaain. How am I going to get upstairs? My group's project is upstairs...*grumbles*...oh well.

I found SMU's last question on their President's Scholars Finalist Information Form to be rather interesting, so I think I'll post it. It asked for five books that I've read that are particularly significant to me. Mine were:
1. The Puffalumps' Pillow Tales (favorite book as a kid--I requested that it be read to me every night until I learned how to read it myself--and it really does reflect my values and outlook on life, hence the sophomore English project)
2. Broke Heart Blues (read for my Joyce Carol Oates author project--you really don't know how well off you have it until you read something by this chick)
3. Frankenstein (I loved the post-it note discussions and Gothic Spam jokes in tenth grade!)
4. Fried Green Tomatoes (I'm not the only person who thinks old people are cool, yay! It's all about a middle-aged woman's relationship with a woman in a nursing home who shares her memories of Whistle Stop.)
5. Mama Makes Up Her Mind (Interesting short stories, complete with a Porsche on a porch and a bookstore that's growing things. Perhaps I need to reread it to relieve my anger at the English short stories?)

Anyway...off to writhe in pain and drag myself upstairs. Owwwwww...

I just fell down the stairs. Right ankle. Paaaaaain. (Only about a 5.5 on a 1 (poke from Theo) to 10 (clubbed to death with the Witch-King of Angmar's...ow...in pain...thingy? MACE! That's it, that awesome spiky mace.) scale of pain. Owwwww. So don't worry--I can always use it as an excuse to do my presentation in a chair. (Awwww, sitting sucks, though...)