9.11.2006

I don't know whether to laugh or cry

My backpack weighed fifteen pounds when I got home from school today.

And usually, backpack weight increases over the year as my backpack fills with old stuff I don't know what to do with. And I didn't have to schlep my math text home today, either. My estimate: End of the year, on a day I don't need my math textbook: 25 pounds. Math day: 30 pounds (or I might just carry the textbook separately).

In other news, some of my classes are very fun this year (Orchestra, German, Computer Science), and some are almost as fun as very fun (Physics and Math (especially because my precalc teacher has a Smartboard)). History and English aren't too bad, either. I just like math and science and German and music more.

I've got homework. Bye.

Once again, the spell checker is broken. Plleaze ekkscus anny mizspelinges.

9.07.2006

Happy Dance!

Today is a day of deliveries. Earlier, my mom's laptop charger stopped working after a few years, so my dad ordered a couple of new ones. So we had to share my charger (i.e. steal it from the other person when one's laptop is going on 30% battery power or less). The new chargers came in, so now we have my mom's charger (new), mine (older), and a backup. Finally!

And recently, I ordered my first pair of Birkenstocks. From my parents, I have inherited/been blessed with/been cursed with wide, flat feet. Oh man, do I need arch supports as I grow up. Unfortunately, as I have just started school and walking around the school building with a full and heavy backpack, my knees and feet have hurt. Not seriously yet, but they hurt. But my Birkenstocks just arrived! So when I break my Birks in, I'll probably wear them to school. A lot. And for anyone who's curious, I got a size 36 Regular in Florida, color Cocoa Nuebuck. (Or however you spell that particular color of Birk.) With a soft footbed. Which is softer than a normal one, by the way.

I probably should take advantage of my light workload tonight and practice my violin and shower in the hopes of getting eight hours of sleep. So… I might write again later. Not today. Bye.

How many times does the spell checker have to break? Apparently one more. Sorry for any misspellings. I don't feel like pasting this into a word processor to check it. I'm tired.

9.06.2006

School…

School just started on the 5th. I'm tired and already behind on sleep, but thankfully, I seem to have interesting and fun teachers this year, so it shouldn't be too bad. We'll see.

Anyway, if I could have gotten my homework done earlier, I could watch Mythbusters at 9 PM. Oh well. I'll live. Cool show, though. And educational.

I'm gonna go. More updates are pending…when I feel like it. And have time. Those don't happen often at the same time.

8.16.2006

Travel Fun

I would have posted this last night, except it was nearly 2 AM. So here it is now.

I didn't blog for the past week (read: weeks) or so because (a) I was in Texas visiting my grandparents (for the past week), and (b) I'm sorta lazy. Hey, it's summer.

Anyway, we had a lot of fun doing things like computer troubleshooting and ordering cable internet (my grandparents have dialup at the moment) and cooking. And eating at nice restaurants, playing a domino game called Chickenfoot that no one really knew the rules to, and listening to them tell stories of what life was like way back when.

But the truly hilarious-ish thing happened on the way home.

A long time ago (past four/five years, anyway), my parents decided that three days of driving to get to Texas was a bit excessive and that a three hour flight is better. Fine with me.

So, on this trip, we left Virginia a day or two before this whole terrorist-with-liquid-and-wristwatch deal. Security was normal. When we left, it was still elevated from the craziness. And my dad decided to take most of his camera equipment as carry-on luggage.

So his camera bag is the lucky one to be tested for explosives. The lady, who knew very little about cameras, pulled out each lens, poked and prodded, and put it back. She was suspicious of my dad's camera because it has some kind of motorized attachment on the base that allows it to take pictures faster. That makes it heavy. Thankfully, she called over another security guy who happens to be a professional photographer, who explained the attachment to the lady (who was probably in training, now that I think about it). The guy and my dad talked a little about photography; has my dad ever been published? no? you should try it. it's fun, you can make some money, yadda yadda yadda. The security lady continues searching. What did she see next that was suspicious?

A nine-volt battery.

She asked my dad why he was carrying the battery. He told her he just needed somewhere to put it. She didn't like that. The way she acted made me wonder if anyone had been able to detonate anything serious with such a little battery. It probably couldn't do more than scorch the tray table, but she was insistent and talked with some security guards for a while.

Eventually, we got out of security with the nine volt battery intact. Thankfully, I didn't mention the four AA batteries in my iPod battery extender pack or the AAA in my insulin pump. Or any of my gadgets. Why a nine-volt battery? Why not our iPods?

All the way home (in the car, leaving the airport—we weren't going to say this on the plane!) we kidded my dad about being a nine-volt battery terrorist. I know that terrorism itself isn't funny, but imagining anyone trying to blow something up with a battery that small is. Ahh, good times.

And she didn't even take the nail clippers he had on him. (Really!)

7.31.2006

Busy.

I recently got back from a camp held at Virginia Tech that is intended to inform girls about engineering. There were a lot of demonstrations, experiments, and activities that demonstrated different fields of engineering, and I now kinda want to go into engineering myself. Probably electrical.

In other news, I now have a job working for an interior designer who runs her own business. She is very nice and her work is excellent. And my job, though mostly clerical, is fun. I get to go to the Washington Design Center, a seven-floor building comprised of showrooms for appliances, furniture, stone, leather, fabric, trim, metals, carpet, window treatments, and anything else a decorated house would want. It's all very high-end stuff, but since some of her clients can afford it, she picks stuff out. I carry the samples that she picks out around.

I'm really tired at the moment, so I'm gonna post this now. See ya.

7.04.2006

HAHAHAHHA

I'M NOT LAURA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA I HAVE KIDNAPPED HER BLOG.

I'm not Laura either but I've got the computer now. Here's Laura:

Okay, so some friends came over to explode soda with me. And they kidnapped my blog, apparently. At least they don't have my login info.

More pirateness…but at least it's sorta patriotic

Okay, maybe I should have stopped at the tricorner hat. But I remembered a toy sword that has been in my basement probably since I did an oral report on Jacques Cartier in sixth grade. So now, I look like a pirate, minus the eye patch and earring. Just in time for my friends and me to explode sodas. (see prev. post)

Arrrrr… BOOM!

I look like a pirate!
Sorta. Today, I put on a red shirt, a burgundy dress shirt thing, and jean shorts. Then I remembered that I have a tricorner hat that I got in Colonial Williamsburg a few years ago. I had forgotten about the feather in it. Anyway, I put it on, looked in the mirror, and I look sorta like a pirate. A patriotic pirate, but a pirate nonetheless.

Anyway, in lieu of actual fireworks, my parents and I are going to explode some bottles of soda with Mentos mints. We haven't tested it out yet, but you drill a tiny hole in a soda bottle cap, thread some thread or string through the hole, and tape the string that comes out of the bottom of the cap to a single Mentos mint. Not the entire tube. Then, get a bottle of a cheap soda. Diet soda leaves less of a mess because it won't be as sticky as regular soda. Then, replace the cap of the soda bottle with your Mentos + thread cap. Be sure to keep the Mentos out of the soda! Then, when the cap is on, give the thread a hard jerk—and get out of the way. Apparently, the Mentos acts as a catalyst and makes the soda release all of its carbon dioxide all at once—and it goes BOOM. Of course, I haven't actually tried this yet. If I remember, I'll say if it works later. Maybe.

6.30.2006

MUZAK!!!

Well, I've been busy this week. With an orchestra camp.
I don't remember if I posted anything for when I did District orchestra, but this camp is like that, but for six days instead of two. We have nearly four hours of playing each day, not to mention classes in music appreciation, wellness while practicing (stretch and take breaks), and even jazz improv (which, on the schedule, was written as Jazz Improve, because they used one o' them Microsoft programs with autocorrect. I heard one guy talking about how one of his friends set a school computer's autocorrect so that it would replace the word "the" with "taco." I wonder how long before someone noticed something was wrong.) Anyway, my back is sore, but it's been fun.

After the camp on Monday, a master class was held. A master class, for those who don't know, is where someone really really good at a particular instrument (the "master") teaches either a group of people or one person in particular. This was one of the ones with one person at a time. The master lets the student play his or her songs, and then he makes suggestions on technique and style. Three people took turns with this master class. They were all amazing. I want to go to more of these things.

Anyway, last night was the final orchestra concert. Everything was great, even though our conductor accidentally knocked over a couple of music stands during the first song, but things got sorted out quickly. We didn't even have to stop; we just kept going. At the end of the last song, I realized why I play violin. It's fun. And this is a group that actually wants to play, instead of just playing because our mommies or daddies told us to.

I just got back from the chamber ensemble concert. It all went really well. I was a bit nervous (I am the first violin for my group, and a lot of my part is very exposed), but I just trusted God to bring us to the end of each movement at the same time. About halfway through the last movement, I got a big smile on my face. God helps when you need him most, if you trust Him. It is amazing how long it takes to learn these simple lessons, but when you learn them, it is life changing. Thank you, God!

6.19.2006

Oops!

How could I forget this?

I CAN PICK UP MY PROVISIONAL DRIVER'S LICENSE AT 2 PM TODAY!



Thankfully, I'm a pretty good driver, judging by the fact that my parents seldom brace themselves against the window anymore. And they've complimented my driving.

And sorry for shouting up there. The idea that I can finally get a job, go to Wendy's and get Frostys, and shop more often is very exciting.

And now, back to TV dinner. A computer counts as a TV, right?

I'm FREEEEEEE!

Last day of school! I just got back and am now trying not to sink my wrist into a pile of corn as I type (TV dinner, since I don't feel like cooking). My gym final was pretty easy, though being able to tell exactly what chemical was building up in my leg muscles as I walked the eight laps in thirty minutes that were required was weird (Lactic acid). Thank you, ninth grade Biology. I remember almost nothing, but since I've had a year of chemistry since, it's partially excusable.

And my history presentation went well, even the part where I started talking in Russian (learned phonetically from my Dad, who for some reason is fluent in Russian. Thanks, Dad!) Even though my costume made me sweaty (along with the gym final in the morning). Anyway, I am done.

Sweet. I'ma go eat that TV dinner before my arm cramps up from dodging the corn. Mmmm, chicken, corn, and mushy apple chunks in caramel.

6.17.2006

The Light at the End of the Tunnel School Year

Well, the last couple of days have been interesting.

First of all, there is no way any teacher can give me a major project now. We're taking exams. The past two days have been exam days, in which we have two, two-hour periods specifically for taking exams, presenting final exam projects, etc. Most of my exams have not been hard.

And the best part…
School only runs from 7:20 to 11:40. Holy sweetness of freetime, Batman! I have to walk home, since neither of my parents gets out of work that early, but the walk isn't bad. And eating a TV dinner while watching Homestarrunner.com cartoons is fun. And I can turn the volume up as much as I want without disturbing anyone. Nice.

And then Mom comes home. For the past two days, we've gone shopping. I used to hate shopping, but I'm turning into more of a girl now (I've always been one, but now I'm more of a tomboy-girlygirl hybrid instead of just a tomboy who doesn't really care what she looks like. Not that either is bad, but I just feel like looking nicer now.) One of my friends asked if I had a crush on anybody, since I started wearing the occasional skirt to school. Nope. I just feel like dressing up. (the majority of the guys at school are jerks anyway)

In other news, today is my mom's birthday and tomorrow is Father's Day. I'm not putting any ages up, to keep my head on my shoulders.

So Happy Birthday, Mom! And Happy Father's Day, Dad! Love ya both!

6.10.2006

Recital

Well, I had my recital earlier today. It went pretty well. All of the students made mistakes, including me, and I am pretty sure all of us were nervous, but it turned out well. I was the second-to-last person to play, which means that I was one of the most advanced players there (when making the song order for a program, directors usually put the most spectacular or well-done pieces at the end). So that was good, and now it's over. And later, I get my first archery lesson in……several months. I hope I haven't forgotten too much (thank you, new National Archery Association president, for changing to Korean-style archery form, so that I can blame my mistakes on being confused with the new methodology!)(for those of you who are clueless about archery, the Koreans are probably the best archers in the world. A switch to their archery form does usually improve one's shooting because the Koreans knew what they were doing when they developed their form.)

Anyway, yesterday, someone thought it would be funny to dump 2000 bouncy balls down the main stairwell at my school. All throughout the day, people would be bouncing bouncy balls in the hallways and classrooms that they found on the floor earlier. One of my friends kept raving about how it was the perfect senior prank, because no one gets hurt (unless they slip!), the prank cleans itself up (people walk off with the bouncy balls), and no property is damaged. And it's hilarious. Oh, if I had only taken the other stairwell on the way to Gym, I could have been hit in the head with bouncy balls!

Also yesterday, two of my classes ended up with the TV's tuned to ESPN2 for the first World Cup game. Germany won! Ja, Deutschland! Ja wohl!

6.03.2006

Okay, one more thing. Check this out.

One more post. I keep forgetting to mention this.

Have you heard of Tom Lehrer? He used to write satirical songs and parodies, and sometimes he performed them. The link at the top of this post goes to a flash animation of my favorite song of his (the only one I have heard, I think). It is called "The Elements" and is to the tune of Gilbert and Sullivan's "Modern Major General." It doesn't have any bad words, because most of the words are elements from the periodic table. Below the flash window are some links; one leads to a PDF file that has the lyrics.

Try to sing along. Not easy, but so much fun.

Festival, etc

Well, I went to that vendor's stand. Last year, he had so many pretty oil lamps, and there were a few that were not terribly expensive (I think one was $20 or so). This year, he had one dragon oil lamp that was $45, along with other things. Not what I wanted. I don't think so.

So I went to the vendor next door and got a pair of earrings and a necklace. The earrings each have a little violin and a bow hanging from them, and the necklace has the same charm, along with a couple of very pretty red stones and two pearls. Definitely makes up for the overpriced oil lamp. (not that the jewelry was cheap itself, but at least I won't have to worry about it burning down the house…). I plan to wear it to my private teacher's student recital. I will be playing the third movement from Mozart's "Violin Concerto #5" (not the fourth movement, unfortunately. I didn't have enough time to work that up as well) and Massanet's "Meditation de Thaïs." Both very fun pieces.


Why does the spell checker keep breaking? Oh well, I guess it's for the best. I would hate to see its spelling suggestions for "Thaïs".

It's over!

I finished the History SAT II! It wasn't too bad… kind of a median between the AP World History test and the SOL test. I can't talk specifically about any questions, but I don't think I would anyway. Whatever. It's done.

I forgot to drink my frappucino earlier. I'ma go do that… yum.

It's too early…

…for the SAT II World History test. Yet I will be taking it in an hour. Technically, I am supposed to take it this time next year, but I don't want to forget everything I crammed into my head in my AP World History class this year. I've eaten a banana (they calm nerves) and there is a little bottled Starbucks frappucino for me in the kitchen for enough of a caffeinee boost to keep me awake, in addition to that which I got from the Diet Coke at McDonalds. And since I usually try to keep my caffeinee to a minimum, it should work.

Anyway, wish me luck.

In other news, some friends (same ones who had the conversation that started with "can a vampire get drunk off of a drunk guy's blood") and I went to our town's festival last night. We rode some of the fun rides, one of my friends won a little stuffed gorilla in a game, and a couple bought some stuff from the vendors, like pewter figurines and glassblown animals. Me? I had seen a vendor last year who sold oil lamps, one of which was shaped like a dragon. For the record, I like dragons. I collect dragons. And I name most of the dragons I collect. I thought about this vendor's products off and on all year and came to the conclusion that, if the vendor was there and it wasn't too expensive, I would get one. He wasn't there last night, but Friday night is always the least busy because there is no "unlimited rides" bracelet you can buy for thirteen dollars for the rides, and Saturday is always busy, no matter where you go. So my mom said we might be able to stop by the festival again today to see if the guy is there. I think I saw his stand on the vendor list, but we'll see.

I want my frappucino. I'm signing off.

5.29.2006

Food, etc.

I mentioned at the end of my last post that I would be going out to eat Ethiopian food with some friends. It was a very interesting experience.

They give you a plate of squishy, porus bread that is very thin. You rip a piece off with your hands, and, using your right hand (using the left hand is impolite for a reason our hosts did not want to explain), you dip it into one of several sauces, or pick up chunks of the sauces. The sauces are in a giant basket plate thing that has more of the special bread on it. Around the edge are things like peppers, spinach, beans, and cottage cheese. It was very good. Especially the lamb.

Anyway, after the restaurant, the friend who invited us's parents mentioned that they had desserts at the house, including cheesecake and chocolate cake. We went back and ate. Parents started arriving, but they got to talking with my friend/host's parents, leaving us with time to goof around.

Let me just mention that all of us read a lot. Especially fantasy and sci-fi.

It started (innocently?) enough with a question posed by the girl sitting next to me. "Can a vampire get drunk if he sucks the blood of a drunk person?" We discussed that one for a while, deciding that it was possible. Then, things moved on to issues such as would a troll bitten by a vampire be a vampire-troll after it died, or if a vampire bit a werewolf while it was in wolf form, would it be a vampwolf after it died, or if a fairy, troll-vampire, and werewolf were riding on the back of a drunk unicorn, and all of them were eaten by an owl, what would happen to the owl. By the time our parents stopped talking long enough to look at their watches, we were laughing very hard. The friend/host's brother came in and talked with us for a while, saying that our conversation was much more interesting than the one being had by our parents.

Anyway, it would make more sense if you were there. Maybe.



Darn. Spell check isn't working again. Please forgive any and all misspellings. They are only partially my fault.

5.27.2006

After-trip stuff

One interesting thing about traveling is... the smells. You wouldn't think they would differ so much from place to place, but they do. Each city I went to smelled different, as did the hotel rooms and souvenirs. But the time you really notice the smells is when you return home.

The car smelled like it always does, but I noticed how it smelled this time. My nose had gotten so used to its smell that I usually don't register the "half-new-car-half-my-house" smell. And when I got to my house, I was blasted with the same smell I smelled when I first stepped into the house for a tour with the realtor a few years ago. It smelled good, but I really noticed it again. Sometimes you have to leave home to realize what you take for granted. I loved Paris, especially, but I missed the nearby presence of a Starbucks, my dad, my dog, and my friends. And fluent English-speakers, but that was partly my problem because I don't speak French. Oh, and fast food. Let me tell you, if you go to a foreign country and have no access to a McDonalds or Burger King or Wendys for a few days, you miss it (if you are an American, anyway. Probably some similar food-missing thing for other countries exists, but I can't speak for those countries. Sorry.). Thankfully, we found (expensive!) McDonalds's in each city, where we discovered that the food tasted better than it did at home. French food is great, but sometimes you need a burger. Or McNuggets.

Anyway, a school friend who lived in Ethiopia for a few years is going to be taking some of my friends and me to an Ethiopian restaurant. I gotta get ready (and I don't know what else I'd write anyway. I just did some gardening and weed pulling? How interesting.) Bye.

5.22.2006

Paris!…And the rest of the trip (Geneva)! **WARNING! Very long!**

**This one is seven pages printed in Appleworks, and maybe more printing it off the internet. If you don’t like reading long posts, just skim this. This is pretty much a log of the trip after London; I had no internet access, so why should I separate posts into days? It will all go to the same site anyway.**

PARIS!!!!!!!!!!!

I didn’t log anything while I was in Paris. Why? First, because I forgot the modem cable for my computer at home (most hotels have wireless anyway. Just not ours.) And I was having way too much fun.

Our first day in Paris, we got out of the train station and got onto a bus. We were dropped off at the hotel, figured out which rooms we had, etc. At this hotel, they gave us an actual key, not a credit card-shaped passkey. Unfortunately, our door was very hard to open. It was a neat little room, but it was the bare minimum of accomodation. It had beds, TV, desk, and bathroom (with shower). No coffeepot or automatic teapot (our London hotel had one, which was cool), and it did not have wireless internet. The only way to connect would be plugging a modem cable into the phone. I forgot my modem cable at home.

Shortly after we arrived, the choral director met us all in the lobby and showed us where the church the chorus would be singing at was. He walked, and walked, and walked, turned, walked some more, and then tried to get us all food at a sit-down restaurant. Unfortunately, the restaurant staff was not optimistic about getting us out of the restaurant before 8:00. Rehearsal was soon, so my mom and a couple of chorus guys and I went to (of all places) a McDonalds. The guy taking our orders was in training, and none of us spoke French, so it took a while for us to get our food. The McDonalds food here in Europe tastes slightly different than American food as I remember it. The chicken nuggets taste like chicken, and the fries taste more like potatoes and less like salt. It is amazing. We noticed this in a McDonalds in England too. While eating, some music videoes were playing. During one of them, the singer started taking off her clothes and had nothing on by the end. Thankfully, we left soon after that. The rehearsal went well, except the American chorus director, maybe because he loves France and Paris, was speaking French during the songs that were combined with a French church chorus. The French director, however, spoke English when he conducted the combined group.

By the way, in Paris (maybe even all of France), pretty much everyone speaks at least some English—enough to survive a trip to America or London, at least. And when they don’t know the word, it is not terribly difficult to figure out what they mean if they mix English and French (Frenchlish? Engch? = ) ).

Anyway, we went back, the chorus members talked in the hotel lobby for a while, and we went to sleep. Figuring out the shower was rather difficult, though. The showerhead had no wall hook and the bathtub had no shower curtain, so my options were reduced to either a kneeling shower or a bubble bath. I have a fear of unfamiliar bathrooms and showers (don’t ask me why), so I got out quickly.

The next day, we went with some chorus friends to the Eiffel Tower. We took an elevator to the top and got some great pictures. And the Seine river is so beautiful. I love it.

Of course, the Eiffel visit was either marred or enhanced (with humor, anyway) by Barcelona fans rallying underneath the tower, lighting flares, singing the Barcelona theme song, wearing funny hats and scarves, and generally having a very peppy pep rally (there was a major soccer (aka football) game going on that night). By the time we got down from the Tower, the ground under the tower was completely PACKED with Barcelona fans , and they were beginning to spread to little adjacent parks. We got some bagguette sandwiches (excellent, even though the lady we were ordering from spoke mostly French, and so we just told her what we wanted, she would say some random thing in French, and we would say “Yes!” It was good tasting, but it made me wish that the native language of France, if it couldn’t be English, was German—just for our trip. I could order in German relatively reliably. Oh well. At least I know what “sans,” “salat,” and “avec” mean in French now.

We ate in a little park, watching elderly people play a game that involved rolling metal cannonballs at a little red ball, trying to get one’s cannonball as close to the red one as possible. Then we used one of the public self-cleaning toilets. They are very strange, but if you need a bathroom, it works.

Later on, we went to a mixer to meet people from the French chorus. The food was excellent, even though I usually don’t eat hors d'oevres for supper. A French lady told me how to pronounce “Je ne parle pas Français” properly (that means “I don’t speak French”. I think that is how you spell it, but it is pronounced much differently than one would pronounce that in English.) I met one woman from the chorus who speaks German!

We took the Métro back (we had gotten three-day passes to get to the Eiffel tower) and went to sleep.

The next day, one of the members of the French chorus (who also happens to be a tour guide), gave us a walking tour of the Latin quarter of Paris. The streets are cobblestoned, narrow, and very bumpy. He told us that, the larger the stones are, the older they are. He said that the French have a revolution every forty years, and when the revolution is going on, the revolutionaries pick up the cobblestones and give them to the police as presents. They break, and when the streets are repaved, they use the smaller stone pieces. Apparently, it has been thirty-nine years since the last revolution. He said that if we hung around Paris awhile, we might get lucky!

He led us through little windy streets, giving us all sorts of information that very few people know. We got lunch and ate it in a rather large park (the Jardin Du Luxembourg). This park, unfortunately, charges for using the bathrooms. Not only that, but the restrooms are not separated for men and women! That confused me for a while. The park was very beautiful, with statues, clipped trees, fountains, etc. We then went into more windy little private streets, where, behind wooden doors, elaborate homes and clubs existed. Eventually, we got into more public, touristy areas, and he ended his tour at the Louvre. The chorus director from USA took over then, showing us several churches and a town square where a man was riding a bike, standing on the seat and handlebars. We walked along the Seine, and I was excited to see some Les Mis landmarks and dismayed that my camera’s batteries had died. We ate (outdoors) at a fancy restaurant with very good food. Those of us at the end of the table felt like we would freeze.

We took the Louvre metro back, and in the station, we could see all sorts of statues and displays—maybe stuff that they couldn’t stuff into the Louvre. The metro cars were all connected, sending a current of air throughout the entire train. It was kind of hard to breathe. It was very cool, though.

The next day, my mom and I went to Notre Dame. It was beautiful. You never really can understand how an architect can make people look upwards—towrards God—until you have been in a cathedral. I have been to a few before, but Notre Dame just solidifies the fact.

We went to the treasury, which was basically fancy papal robes and gold, silver, and precious stones made into various things used during church services. (Can you tell by my terminology that I’m not Catholic? = ) ) They also had some stuff that Napolean III wore. The plaques explaining the stuff, though, were in French, so I didn’t understand much of it. After the treasury, we did not go into the towers. It was too crowded. We went to the touristy shops and bought souveniers for us and various people back home (mostly my mom’s coworkers). That was fun, but the shopkeepers were peculiar; if we picked up one thing to look at (or buy), they immediately started helping us find other things, suggesting stuff to buy, letting us put our stuff down so we could have our arms free for more merchandise, etc. Basically, “Hey, these are tourists, wanting to buy kitschy souveniers in my shop. Why don’t I make them spend more money? And act friendly at the same time?” Sometimes it was nice, but other times, it was annoying, mostly because their knowledge of English was less than my knowledge of German. But we got (most of) what we needed, and I got a very warm Paris hoodie, and we went on our way. I took some pictures and we went back to the hotel, dropped off our loot, and went out for a late lunch at a crêperie we had seen earlier.

The guy in the crêperie was very nice, although his English was a mixture of French and English with a very strong French accent. My mom is an attendance seceratary and has learned how to understand the variety of accents of parents calling in the absences of their children. She could understand most of what he was saying. Most of the time, I had to guess what he was saying from her responces. But it worked. We got ham, cheese, and egg crêpes and then got some with ice cream in them. All of it was excellent. If I could, I would go back to France just for the food. But the culture and the uniqueness of Paris make me want to go back as well. I usually don’t consider myself a city person, but Paris is… different. Sure, every third person you see on the street is smoking, and there are a few homeless people so pitiful that you want to toss them a dollar, until you realize that a dollar probably wouldn’t do them any good in a world of Euros. The Métro is extremely crowded during rush hour (you don’t have to hold on to the little poles during rush hour; you wouldn’t move if the train stopped.) But I like Paris. There are plenty of parks, public toilets on the street which are sometimes free and sometimes cost money, and a lot of interesting things to see. Sure, the people aren’t terribly smiley, and they only say “Pardon” (“Excuse me” in French) if they have to, but most of them are very nice if you talk to them. People dress a little nicer in Paris than in other places (ripped jeans are a bad idea, and I am fairly sure that white tennis shoes shout “American!”, which is why mine are toupe). You can walk almost anywhere, and there are Métro stops to make the walking shorter. The Seine is probably one of the prettiest rivers ever. The language, even if I only understand a few words, is beautiful. Don’t get me wrong; I would still LOVE to visit Germany and I still REALLY want to learn German, but Paris has its own ineffable charm. If I can somehow learn French and retire here, that would be very cool. And very expensive. Of course, Germany might win out. I haven’t been there yet. We’ll see. But I now love travelling, and other cultures are just so much fun to learn about. First, you hear some obscure fact about the other culture. You will think something like “Yuck” or “weird” or “stupid,” but after you think about it, you wonder why your culture doesn’t do things that way. And to see it all for myself, well, if pictures speak a thousand words, memories and experiences are millions of pictures. It’s amazing.

By the way, Americans, don’t complain about gas prices in America. Sure, they are sometimes hitting $3 a gallon, but it is worse—much worse—in Europe. And they’re used to it. Or finding ways around it. For instance, have you ever heard of a SmartCar? They are tiny little cars, half the size of a regular sedan or coupe. They have two seats and a very modern design. They are very cute and look comfortable, yet small enough that someone trying to park one against a curb can simply back into the open space against the curb rather than parallel park. I haven’t seen anyone do that yet, but they are only around 8 feet long; it is possible. Legal? Who knows.

I want a smartcar. They are so cute! And after jumping through a few hoops (extra safety features, etc), they have imported a few (only 100 the last time I heard) to the USA. But how would such a small car fare in the streets of the USA, the land of gigantic cars? A sedan in Europe is much smaller than a sedan in the USA. The cars are so small, the traffic lanes are smaller to accomodate more cars on one road. If someone parked a SmartCar in a parking space, would the giant SUVs or even the giant normal cars check to see if there was a tiny car in the parking space before pulling in? (Think a smartcar in a parking space between two SUVs in a busy parking lot.)

Anyway, my assignment for German was to write a travel log, not a long-winded thesis on the merits of SmartCars. Moving on!

Let’s see. I stopped at the Crêperie. After that, we bought a few more souveniers, went back to the hotel, and got ready for the concert. The concert went well, and I was running the American chorus director’s video camera again. This time, he had two batteries, so I did not have to worry about running out of power like I did in London. Then, they had some food for us. We went back to the hotel, packed up, and lamented that we had to leave. The next day, we got on a bus and went to the train station.

We took a high-speed train to Geneva. The French and Gevevian countryside was stunningly beautiful. We got to see the Alps up close, although the train was going so fast, taking pictures would have gotten us only green and gray blurs. Oh well.

Highlights of Paris that I may not have already mentioned:

The Métro being easy to figure out, and the musicians who brought their instruments/stereos onto the train and played/sang/danced. I wanted to give them money, but I wasn’t in charge of the Euros.

The fact that most of Les Mis happened here. If you have read the rest of my blog, you may realize that I mention Les Mis nearly every post. I love that book (and the musical)

The FOOD!!!

The easy-to-navigate-ness of the city

The language barrier wasn’t as bad as I thought, and when it was a problem (ordering sandwiches), the spontaenaity in the food I ended up getting

The guided tour

The craziness of the Barcelona fans

The view from the Eiffel Tower

The Seine—it is so pretty!

The boat tour we went on, during which I took tons of pictures and helped run my mom's camera out of battery power (thankfully I have mine).

If I think of other stuff (probably), I might post it later.


Anyway, in Geneva, half the stuff is in French, German, and English. Some is in just German, and the rest of it is in only French. (Geneva is in the French part of Switzerland.) Thankfully, everyone we have needed to talk to has understood English.

Anyway, we had almost no time in Geneva. The first day, we unpacked and rushed back down to the lobby for the choir to go to the church to rehearse. I did math homework during rehearsal. A member of the church took us on a tour of some of the Old Town, but it was raining, I was freezing, and he was hard to understand because he was not very fluent in English. Oh well.

We then went out for food and got fondue. That was fun, but it was extremely expensive. It seems Geneva is the most expensive place we have been so far. Anyway, the restaurant was one that Bill Clinton went to a while ago, and a letter from him had been copied onto a placque outside the restaurant. It was a rather short letter, heavy with adjectives like “great,” “beautiful,” “delicious,” etc.

The next day, we went to the restaurant in the hotel for breakfast, which was croissants, rock-hard bread, cold cuts, cheese, juice, yogurt, and various other drinks. Not bad, but it is the same fare we have eaten for breakfast for the past week or so.

Anyway, we went to the church service, which was very interesting. Some of the worship songs we sang were in different languages, such as Swahili. During some of them, we were supposed to dance or make up phrases during the song. It was very fun. Maybe I should suggest that to my church.

They gave us lunch at the church, which was pretty good. My mom and I eventually left and went to some little touristy stands to get souveniers (chocolate and pens). We went back to the hotel. I worked on homework; my mom slept.

That night, we had the concert. It was excellent, my mom sounded great as usual, and the food afterward was good. The people we met were very friendly. We left eventually, and were immediately invited by a chorus member’s Genevian friend to go to some kind of recital (helooo! you didn’t come to the church recital, but you want us to go to another one? *slap*). We managed to get out of it, and the chorus member who was friends with this couple was able to work her way out of it as well. They at least gave us a ride to our hotel.

My mom and I went out to find food. We wanted some kind of American stuff, if possible (it is amazing how much you miss McDonalds, Burgur King, Wendys, Chipotle, etc. when you leave America.) We found a McDonalds, bought food, ate ours, and took some to the chorus member (who wasn’t feeling very well). She was estatic to get the burger.

This morning, my mom and I woke up semi-early, got breakfast, and went for some last-minute souveniers. I wanted a Swiss Army Knife from Switzerland. You never realize how incredibly useful those things are until you use it, and then you wonder how you ever lived without it. The one I got has a flat knife, a serrated knife, a wire stripper/cutter, Phillips and flathead screwdrivers, keyring, toothpick, tweezers, and other features I can’t remember. We also got more chocolate. We went back to the hotel, put the knife in my luggage (not carry-on!), and went to the lobby to get on the bus. We checked out and left the hotel.

At the airport, we checked in for our short flight to London Heathrow. I read a Chemistry Standards of Learning Princeton Review book I had brought with me while everyone else checked out. We then went towards security. We saw some shops, some of which, in an airport, were selling Swiss Army Knives. I put mine in my luggage because you aren’t allowed to have knives on the flight for obvious reasons. And yet you can buy them in Geneva. To make it worse, the security in Geneva was lousy. They hardly checked us at all. If they are a country devoted to peace, why not try to keep the peace by not letting people blow planes up?

Anyway, that flight went well. Though I didn’t get to try Chocolate Mousse or Cremè Brûlée, they had chocolate mousse on the airplane (in a little yogurt-ish container with a tin foil lid, but still.) I am in the London Heathrow airport right now, finishing my log.

We landed about a couple of hours ago, and we just told my dad the highlights. Getting through customs was surprisingly easy. Fill out the little form, hand it to the guy, and move on. Our luggage got here, and all is well. Our dog went crazy of happiness that we are back.

I learned a lot from this trip. Not all of it can be expressed in words, and I may not realize some of what I have learned until later. I can appreciate other cultures because I have experienced them, and I know that they are just different—not neccesarily better or worse. I also realized that the “American Dream” is not the only way to live; people in Paris and London and Switzerland, among other places, live and are content with their country. There’s the humiliation of not being able to speak French, but I survived that—there are other ways to communicate. Travel is stressful, cities involve a lot of walking, and the three-page report on Soccer I had to do because I was missing gym class should have not been assigned—I did more walking on this trip than I have for a long time. The good teachers I have are the ones who support my travel, because of what I learn; it is the ones who complain (only one or two, thankfully) who don’t teach well or know what they are saying. I won’t state any names. Anyway, I am tired now, so I am going to post these, get a shower, and go to sleep and worry about catching up with everything later. And I have a math SOL test tomorrow! (Standards of Learning, for you non-Virginians).

Last day in London…

This is pretty long, FYI.

Our last day in London:
Boat tour: we were ferried up and down the Thames with a live commentary about the buildings and history. That was pretty cool.
The London Eye: This is a giant ferris wheel with, instead of cars, it has large glass bubbles. You can see for miles at the top of the wheel in any direction. We got a lot of pictures.
Westminster Abbey: This took us a while to find. After we realized that we were in line for the Parliament building and my mom complained about the lack of signs, we went here. This was very cool and full of gold leaf and carved stone. There were a lot of graves or memorials for famous people. Very cool.
Tower of London: We didn’t get to go on a tour, which was sad. They were going to close in an hour after we got there. You can’t see any tourist trap decently in an hour. So we looked at the little information video and the gift shop and got some souveniers. It was very hard for me to not get a little pencil sharpener in the shape of a man’s police hat there. Those hats are very cool. The female police hats, though, make it very hard to take any female police officer seriously; it looks like she’s going to some sort of checkerboard tea party in a fluorescent yellow vest.

Can you tell I like hats?

Anyway, then we had to find our way back. We had ridden the Tube (the Underground) most of the long distances, and we rode it back to near our hotel. We had to ask directions to the hotel, though. And seeing what looked like a gang just waiting around on their bikes was scary, but we eventually found the hotel. Thank goodness.

We didn’t go see Les Mis, unfortunately. Mom didn’t feel safe, and I agreed. Walking home in broad daylight was scary enough. Maybe if we come back to London, but my mom has already vowed to avoid it. She hates the lack of signs (they’re just different, and we have maps!) and the unsafe parts. Oh well. My dad loves London. Maybe we will come back.

Hilights of London:
The “TO LET” signs. Are they missing a letter? Aren’t they supposed to announce the prescence of a bathroom with the word “TOILET”? No, it means “For Rent.”

Learning that Les Mis has been playing steadily for the past 21 years here. That’s very cool. I wonder if I would recognize any names from the Symphonic recording...

The stay-to-your-left traffic and walking that no one else in our tour group wanted to conform to to make life easier for Londoners (thank goodness we didn’t rent a car) (but we did often walk to the right, causing confused Londoners to go around our giant group on both left and right)

The 15 pound charge for using the internet in the hotel (around $30; that’s why I am waiting for Paris to post this post and the one previous)

The old architecture. In America, old for a building or tradition is maybe 200 years. In Europe, old can be millenia. Wow.

The amount of make-up homework I am having to do. If I can haggle for more time, I will.

The police hats. See above. Those things are cool. Maybe I should have gotten that pencil sharpener.

Walking everywhere and getting cramps in my left foot repeatedly. Or standing for an hour as my mom talks about something on a very unevenly-bricked street.

The cool little TV console in the back of the airplane seats. One channel had a map that showed where the plane was in relation to the USA and England, with a little ribbon showing our route. Actually, there were several maps that rotated like a Powerpoint presentation. Very cool.

Jet lag. I am writing this at 11:09 AM in England, and it is 6:09 AM in America. I’m still tired, after getting used to the schedule.

The tea. Tea is awesome. Tea is everywhere.

The way-too-many-Italian meals I’ve eaten. Two Italian meals in two days. Both were huge and expensive. Pretty good, but expensive.

The fight outside the Bangladeshi restaurant.

The walking at crosswalks that aren’t showing the little green man that means “GO.” Almost every time. Can’t we wait a minute or two so it will be safe?

The few times we have waited for the green sign on the crosswalk, the sign only lasts as far as about halfway through the intersection. Why can’t someone who doesn’t run a marathon every day cross without fearing for her safety?

Tower of London gift shop. Very cool. If I bought everything I wanted from there, I wouldn't have any room left for souveniers.

British money. The coins and bills are huge. They look like play money to me.

The “Look Right” and “Look Left” signs on the ground at the crosswalks, apparently for stupid Americans who look left, right, left, step out onto the road thinking it’s safe, and get killed by an oncoming car.

Hearing nearly as much German spoken on the streets as British English. Unfortunately, I usually only caught a couple of seconds in each conversation, so I didn’t know what they were talking about. Oh well. It was still very cool.

And now we’re on a train ride to Paris. So far, most of the announcements have been in English and French, with a couple in German. The English is very hard to understand (French accent) and I speak a very few phrases of French. If this foreshadows what France will be like... oh boy. Yikes.

More London

**Comment from later: I'm not going to bother to spell check these entries, so if you see any funny characters or whatever, I may fix them later. I'm exhausted right now. **

Well, that was interesting.

Today was the first of the three concerts of the tour. The concert was great, the solos my mom sang were spectacular, and I became the unofficial photogropher/videographer for the church service and concerts. That was fun; I’m a geek.

I forgot to mention that, on the plane over, the flight attendant asked if I wanted wine. I am not 21 yet. Nor am I in Kansas anymore. Er—America.

The restaurant we were just in had very good food, although from the names of the food you couldn’t tell what the food was, really. But on recommendations from the waiter, we got good food.

A few minutes after we had ordered, a car stopped, a door opened, and a fight started on the street outside. We were on the second floor, so we had a good view. A woman on the street was screaming, and I think most of us were thinking she was being stabbed or something. My mom thinks that someone outside the car taunted someone in the car, and instead of driving on like a smart person, the guy decided to duke it out. I don’t think the girl was hurt, but apparently one of the guys had a bloody face. I didn’t look out the window too much, mainly because of the crowd growing behind me, and the screams and noises and the little of what I saw made me feel sick. Need I mention that this was in one of the more run-down areas? A long walk from our hotel and the church (why that restaurant? It was big enough for our whole group, but why walk a couple of miles just for food and a fight (unplanned fight)?)

Other than that, this has been a rather enlightening experience. Except for the stay-to-your-left traffic, well, I described it to someone asking me what I thought of London as “It’s like New York, just a lot less crowded and with a British accent.” It’s very cold, though. Or at least for me. The people I’ve met are very nice. I like it here, except the different traffic, high prices, and pollution. And the fight, but I’ll stop mentioning that.

I especially love the overabundance of tea.

Oh, by the way, I don’t think I’ll get to see Les Mis. Oh well. Maybe another trip (aka hopefully another trip).

Anyway, it’s almost midnight (here.) I’m tired; I’ve been walking or running camera all day. Good night (or to America on the East Coast, enjoy supper; it’s 7:00ish.)

Issues

Well, I am back. Internet access in London was unreasonably expensive, and I forgot my modem cable, so I couldn't connect in Paris because their internet wasn't wireless. Geneva—we were only there for two days, and connecting would cost money. Not worth it. So here are my travel logs for the rest of the time, starting with the rest of London. I may update the dates and times later, but not now—I'm exhausted and have school tomorrow. Enjoy.

5.13.2006

We're HERE!!!

Well, we’re in London.

The transatlantic flight was long, and there was hardly any footroom. The food, surprisingly, was very good. Customs took a while, but it worked out. In the line for customs, we saw some brochures for musicals, including Les Mis! There is a slight chance of maybe going to see it on Monday, and I really hope I can. We’ll see what happens.

Anyway, we finally got into the hotel and crashed for about thirty minutes. Then my mom had to go practice for one of the choral performances which we are here for. My mom’s singing; I’m a groupie.

The traffic here goes the opposite way than in America; cars go on the left. The curbs all have instructions on which way to look, like “Look Right,” and then halfway across, “Look Left.” The cars are very different looking. I have seen several very cool-looking ones, and since I can get my liscence soon, now is the time to look. Of course, importing a British car would cause some issues, especially with the driver’s seat being on the left side—and the cost of importing, and the cost of the car.

Anyway, today had a lot of walking. We just ate at a really good Italian restaurant, and I’m stuffed. I got about two hours of sleep on the airplane, so I need to go sleep. I’ll write more later.

5.11.2006

I'm rather nervous…

I'll post stories of school musical events later. I don't feel like doing that now, nor do I have the time.

Here's why I have no time: Tomorrow, at this time, I will be preparing to board a plane headed for London. I'll miss six days and one English period of school (10 day trip, two weekends), but according to a bunch of current and former teachers and other people, this ten-day trip will teach me a lot of stuff I can't really learn any other way.

London isn't the only place I'm going. (My mom's coming too, by the way. She's the main reason we're going, but whatever.) After that, we'll go to Paris and Geneva. I am taking German in school. I know around four phrases of French, consisting of things like "Where's the bathroom?" "Do you speak English?" "Do you speak German?" and "Thank you." So I am trying to pack my suitcase and speed-learn essential French phrases and pronunciation at the same time. Not pretty. And I'm not even sure how to pronounce the French word for German in the "Do you speak German" sentence. I'm not even going to try to spell that. Too many little accenty things.

So if you can't tell, I'm nervous about the language barrier. According to the pronunciation guide in the little French phrasebook my mom got, most letters are pronounced differently than in English, and there are letters with little add-on tail or accenty things. Not to mention two-letter sounds and "nasal vowels." Maybe I should just not worry about it.

Although I do want to teach myself French eventually, while my young mind is still semi-easily capable of learning it, so maybe I should just wait to worry about it. Not now, maybe later.

And though I think everyone in America should speak with a British accent because they sound so pretty/cool, I don't know if I will be able to understand everything said in British English. Not to mention all the extra u's and e's in words (they seem extra to me, anyway!).

Anyway, I gotta pack. I have to keep a log of my trip for German class, and I'll probably bring my laptop, so I may as well blog it. We'll see.

4.30.2006

By the way...

The show went well, and we sounded very good, according to various friends I had in the audience. I'll write up stories later... there are always some.




Les Mis was WAAAAAY more fun, though. What can I say? Baseball, or awesome story about the craziness of the French Revolution?

Yeah, yeah, I haven't written in a while.

Okay, the past two weeks have been total chaos. DY performance week: I had a ton of history homework, was able to get out of a couple of six-hour rehearsals, and started Behind the Wheel driving classes on Thursday. Show ends, and we are housing an exhange student. On Saturday, my audition went really well. I was taking a breath to go into my first cadenza when she stopped and handed me my music, smiling. Great.
Next week: Exchange student is bored at school and stays at my house during Behind the Wheel (BtW). She had to switch her host family yesterday for reasons which I do not care to disclose. I pass BtW after being CERTAIN that I would fail the final test after failing the pretest (only got 1 mistake on actual test, when the limit is 5!) I am a decent driver! And now I am studying for the AP World History exam on Wednesday using the Princeton Review book. But now I gotta go. More later, if I have time/feel like it.

4.11.2006

Cars, and I'm Going Crazy.

My dad laughed when he saw I had printed out specs and options for a Toyota Solara SLE. I want a red one, but he said to aim a little lower, along with that I won't get my own car for a while. Driving is a lot easier and not as scary. I have had a couple of close shaves, but nothing got hurt or scratched. One wasn't my fault, and one was both the (crazy) driver's fault and mine. But I haven't hit anything and have learned from my mistakes and look forward to being able to go to the bookstore or library or Wendy's whenever I want. Blasting Les Mis the whole way. But until I get my own car, it's a "Hey, Mom/Dad! Can I borrow the car for a couple of hours? I want/need to go to (place)." Or leave a note.

Anyway, my life is getting a lot busier with work on Damn Yankees. On the 20th, I start "Behind the Wheel," where I get to drive for an hour a day and then watch someone else drive for an hour. For seven days. Then I get my Provisional Driver's license, and then soon after a real license. DY performances start on the 19th. On the 20th and 21st, I get to rush from BtheW to DY. And DY call time is 5:30. I arranged it so I can just get there ASAP, but since I had registered for BtheW before the musical rehearsal even started, this provision was offered somewhat begrudgingly. And the DMV is way too crazy to offer to let me reschedule. And on the 22nd, the day of closing night for DY, I audition for a chamber music camp.

Ah, pandemonium. Might I add that I will be housing an exchange student from Germany (maybe 2) starting on the 21st? Fun, yes. Allowing me to keep my sanity? No. Definitely not. But now I'm hungry and food exists in the kitchen. Time for supper.

4.07.2006

Wow...I've been busy.

Well, it's spring break now, so I finally have some time to blog. Let's see... what has happened over the past few weeks?

A couple of weeks ago, my orchestra went on its spring trip to New York. I had never been to New York before, so it was very exciting. My impression: A giant outdoor shopping mall that has become waaaaay too popular. The first night we were there, the orchestra got to see Phantom of the Opera, which was very cool. I still prefer Les Mis, but I enjoyed it, and so did several of my friends who absolutely love the musical. I thought it was pretty good, but if Carlotta was not trying to sing badly, she would sound better operatically that whoever played Christine. And indeed, the Carlotta person has played in several operas. Overall, it was very good. Unfortunately, our teacher got hurt herding teenagers out of the theater and to the bus, and when one of the chaperones/school administrators took her to he hospital, his car was broken into. However, the students in the orchestras, myself included, tried to encourage her so that she could conduct us for the competition. We gave her a get well card, and when she showed up the next day at dinner, she got a HUGE round of applause from our orchestras. We won a bunch of awards at the competition and thesymphonicc orchestra, the one I'm in, got first place for our division. One of the adjunicators said that, when we started playing, he listened for a minute with his tape recorder to record comments, but then set the recorder down, leaned back, and enjoyed our music.

The highlight of that trip for me was probably when we all broke up into little groups with chaperones and went shopping. We went to a store with lots of Broadway stuff, and I was able to find a Les Mis Tshirt (and magnet!). I feel kinda sorry for the guy who pointed the shirt out to me and had to put up with my excited squealings and jumping up and down out of happiness, but, to whoever that was, thank you!

Anyway, the trip was overall great. I may want to visit New York again, but I don't think I would want to live there. Thanks to our orchestra boosters and chaperones and ESPECIALLY our orchestra director for making it great!

After we got back, talk about the spring musical started. Our school is putting on Damn Yankees, a show which is jazzy and a bit corny, but otherwise interesting (though cliché). You can find info here. I am in the pit orchestra playing the bottom part of the second violin music. However, the term "music" is used loosely, because the sheet music is nearly illegible—it was handwritten with what looks like a Sharpie! And I always want to point out that the term "music" is in the word "musical" for a reason. We play a song or two, the actors sing along, great. Then they talk for five minutes. I almost wonder if it would be better considered a play with a few musical numbers. And please take out the songs that don't make any sense, like "Who's Got the Pain?". Do a search for "Damn Yankees Lyrics" or "Damn Yankees Libretto" and look that one up and you'll see what I mean. The recording we were given of the musical makes the song even stupider. But hey, I didn't write it, so if you enjoy that sort of thing, don't let me rain on your parade as much as it was a few minutes ago here.

Anyway, I gotta go... I think we're about to watch a DVD opera. And sorry about the rantingness of this post on "Damn Yankees". I'm tired. It's the first day of spring break and I spent half the day at school rehearsing "Damn Yankees".

3.17.2006

Ummm... green?

I haven't updated in a while. Oh well. There isn't always that much to say.

Anyway, I completely forgot that today was St. Patrick's day. Not many people at my school pinch non-green wearers, but just in case, I grabbed a green colored pencil from my pencil case and stuck it in my ponytail. It worked, but I was constantly afraid that it would fall out. One of my friends told me that I had a pencil in my hair, just in case I had been using it, stuck it in my hair, and forgotten about it. And the friend I usually sit with at lunch drew a shamrock on my face in green highlighter. Most of it transferred to my left hand during Chemistry class, as I was doing my work with my head propped up on one hand.

The things that make my life exciting. Oh yeah.

That, and I have finally unlocked all of the characters in my favorite Gamecube game, Super Smash Bros. Melee. Finally, I can learn to use Mr. Game and Watch. He's so cute!

My glass of chocolate Silk is calling me. I'm logging out of this now.

Either that, or there isn't anything else for me to say. Heh.

2.19.2006

w00t!

I just went to Wegmans and got the coolest tea mug. It is huge—two cup's worth of tea—and has the word "Tea" written all over it in various sizes. Definitely cool. I also got Terra chips. Those things are good. If you haven't tasted them, go try some. Now.

Anyway, I want to get as much sleep as possible since I have no school tomorrow. I might post more later.

2.13.2006

Dude, it's just an accident!

Have you heard about the Vice President Dick Cheney accidentally shooting a hunting partner? The guy is alive and probably will live over it. Yet the newscasters seem to treat this as some kind of major thing that reflects on Dick Cheyney, the US, etc. That's disgusting. Hunting accidents and sporting accidents (hunting=gun/arrow shooting=sport) happen every day, yet just because it happened to be the vice president involved in it, it gets sprayed all over America and the news as some kind of omen-graffiti. Every time the newscaster talks about it (2 to 3 times an hour, maybe?), I want to call them up and scream at them. Even the newscaster says it, and nobody catches on. It's an accident. It wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. Fix it, forgive it, forget it. These things happen. I don't know how many times I have done something stupid while doing archery. I know at one point, I carried my bow down to the end of the range as I got my arrows, only to be told by my teacher that that is not traditionally done. Though I didn't accidentally shoot anybody, it is just that: an accident. It HAPPENS. DROP IT.

Thank you for putting up with my rant. If I held this in for one minute more, I think I'd explode.

Which wouldn't be publicized on the news because I'm not famous. Honestly—celebrity people have enough life trouble, like everyone else, as it is. Let them have some privacy and LEAVE THEM ALONE. If they want to publicize themselves, fine. But doesn't everyone have something that they don't want the world to know?

Okay, I think I'm really done this time. Off to supper, where hopefully I won't hear about this ACCIDENT on the news again.

2.11.2006

This is interesting...

I can write. I might do this for next year. Probably not with this blog, but maybe a new one. Who knows. Click the title to look at it.

Okay, I'm back.

Okay, so I think the people concerned about teenagers being stupid on blogs applies to major teenage blogs. Not Blogger. And it's not like I drink, smoke, or do other stupid things. And I don't pretend to do them because they are stupid. Why would I post those sorts of things? And I don't think I would be enough of an idiot to post personal information like my name or exact location. So I might keep posting after all... although I don't blog that much anyway.

I finally got to see Les Misérables on Dec. 22 at 2 PM, exactly eleven hours and sixteen minutes after finishing the book. It was really good, but some of the staging was kind of weird. But don't get me started on that.

As for me maybe having trouble with my gym teacher not wanting to carry around glucose tablets and me getting into trouble... I have a different teacher who doesn't mind me carrying my purse (for me, a bag of medical junk and other assorted stuff). So I think I may be home free... but who knows.

It is almost time for me to choose courses for next year. I am going to probably take all of my core classes as honors or AP, German 4, Symphonic Orchestra, and <drumroll> Computer Science.</drumroll>! <cymbal crash></cymbal crash> I can learn to program and get credit for it, too!

Right now, it is snowing outside. This may or may not cancel school Monday. If we do have a snow day on Monday, I will be unable to comment on how happy I feel because I will be asleep for as much of the day as my parents will allow. And then I will most likely puzzle about the people who feel compelled to go grocery shopping or just out driving because it is snowing or the roads are bad. That's just weird.

The Friday before the Super Bowl, I found a package on my doorstep as I came home from school. It was covered in permanent marker, as if something had been corrected many times, and there were several labels on it, one or two of which were crossed out. One was circled. Sometime around the beginning of January, I used a giftcard at Homestarrunner.com (see link in sidebar) to buy a babydoll TROGDOR the BURNiNATOR shirt. The package was my shirt, and it was so late in being delivered because I had forgotten one digit in my house number. So I would like to thank the wonderful people at the US Postal Service for figuring that out, and the creators of the H*R site so that I could get a TROGDOR shirt in the first place. I wore it out to Joe's Crab Shack on Friday night and to a Super Bowl party for my church's youth group on Sunday. Oh yeah.

I am still learning to drive. Today was my first day: driving in inclement weather (rain and then some snow), driving over 35 mph (50 mph!), driving mostly on major roads, and parking in a store parking lot. And driving home with canned mushrooms, frozen bagels, and hamburger buns. But what my dad and I got from Shoppers isn't a big deal. Let's just say that I was kinda scared but didn't hit anybody.

Anyway, I think that this post could probably be published as a novella right now, so I should stop writing because the people reading this probably have other things to do. I will try to post semi-regularly, people. Really. I'm just BUSY.

And thank you to the people who commented on my last post... you two were the deciding factor in me starting blogging again.

1.23.2006

I may not blog anymore…

A friend warned me that schools are cracking down on blog users for various reasons, and soon I saw an article that verified that. I probably won't post here again, but who knows. Here is the article, if you want to read it. Don't expect any more posts here. I'm not exactly goint to share information about myself or post bad things about other people, but I don't want to be a target for expulsion from school, either. I don't want to take any chances.