Supremely Sugary Snickerdoodles

Alliteration time, yay! How droll.

Yes, I am aware that it is half past the witching hour, Kaeli, Lindsay, but you will have to deal. :P

Made a good number of said snickerdoodles today, though they were slightly too sweet for my tastes. This isn’t due to my culinary skills (or lack thereof), as I followed the recipe. 1 1/2 cups of sugar. The cookies look burnt, though they’re not – it’s merely the cinnamon coating. And they taste quite all right, too. I think I drowned my cookie craving by consuming about fifteen of them today. Horrors. The sugar in that. And the butter…it was all butter. Butter, and eggs, and sugar and flour made up the most of it.

But they’re tastygood! :)

I do wish I could have taken my Harmony lessons with Mrs. Janzen, whom, I believe, holds them in group lessons. I may end up being bored in a group lesson, but at least I would have some motivation to actually do my theory. I don’t do it immediately after the lesson – and then I go to do it and I can’t bring myself to work on it, not to mention that I’ve gone and forgotten most of what my teacher taught me.

Also, I think it would be much easier if I weren’t being taught in half English half Chinese! *glowers* It is VERY annoying, and as my textbook/academic classes are all taught in English, I think it would make sense if I learned Harmony in English as well. Cons of having a Chinese teacher is that she mispronounces things and confuses me. *irritated huff* Stupid.

PBKAC?!?

Which, by the way, is NOT the case!

Pebkac
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

PEBKAC is an acronym which stands for "Problem Exists Between Keyboard And Chair".

Also used is PEBCAC, which stands for "Problem Exists Between Computer And Chair", or PEBCAK ("Problem Exists Between Chair And Keyboard"). Other variations are PIBKAC ("Problem Is Between Keyboard And Chair") or EBKAC ("Error Between Keyboard And Chair").

It is most commonly used by experts to describe to one another that the problem was not in the computer but was instead caused by the user operating it.

In 2006, Intel began running a number of PEBKAC web-based advertisements to promote their vPro platform.

And you're siding with the computer? Thanks a lot! *sticks tongue out*

Snow Dunes

Well, the muscles are complaining indeed. I wrenched my wrist somehow, and it hurts now. Well, twinges if I move it the wrong way.

The snow is quite powdery due to the cold temperatures, and with the way it's looking, I don't think it'll be good for packing anytime soon. However, with it being so powdery and all, the wind whips it into sparkling white dunes that are not good for stepping in but are very pretty for looking at.

I'm a bit displeased with having to miss band.

What?! We got new songs and they're cool!

That draft in my room is quite bothersome. It is SO cold in there...

If there's enough time, hopefully I can make snickerdoodles tomorrow...I don't get many chances to make cookies...

And I've a real serious (for me) cookie craving these past few days. Strange.

Apparently, my stupid low leadership mark was mostly based on our self-evaluations!! GRR!!

This infernal computer, why is it so slow and not responding?!?

Winter Apparel

I did have gloves, a thin pair and a heavier duty pair, Hailey. Screw nylons. You realize you contradict Kaeli in saying that I should wear jeans, which I did. I did have boots. My socks did not go over my jeans, and I had absolutely no snow going into my boots. Good boots, those, though not winter ones. My feet stayed perfectly dry. Toque unecessary as I had my hood up and tied, so my ears were perfectly fine. My nose was all right without said scarf, and both hat and scarf would have only served to irritate me.

Uh, how am I supposed to play? Kaeli, my brothers were doing the playing. Not me. I was being a good little girl and WORKING, and being HELPFUL! Tell you what, you come over here and do the shoveling, and I'll go play.

Snowplough

There is no glory in shoveling snow. Especially while it is still snowing. And my brother wasn't helping like he ought to have. My fingers are still defrosting - my jeans and hoodie were both soaked through, and my hoodie's ties froze...I'm gonna feel all those muscles complaining tomorrow.

We skipped church today, ya know, due to the snow. Probably a good thing, as the snow only got worse. We watched the live webcast instead.

I'm wearing that big fluffy pink sweater. I can't find the white one, and this is really soft and I'm cold.

I can smell the spaghetti sauce and I'm hungry. It smells really good...*salivates* (I think normal people would have written *drool* instead). Mom is chopping carrots by the sink. :)

Cravings

Posted for yesterday...

Stupid cravings. *grumble* I don’t usually get a specific craving for chocolate (nor does it help anything), but I get cravings for food. Sometimes specific foods.

Cravers Anonymous: Hi, my name is Stephanie, and I ate five chocolate chip cookies in ten minutes yesterday.

Little wonder my tummy’s prominence still stays. Bleh.

I spent over forty bucks today at the mall, I think. For sure over thirty. *groan* I won’t be forgetting that little binge for a while.

My room is -deathly- cold. There is this cold draft seeping in through my not-completely-airtight window, thanks to the air conditioner placed there. Ugh. I can feel that stupid draft.

I wonder if all girls dream – no matter how little – about their prince? I was reading this huge long story, a sort of adaptation of Cinderella done by an author off FP, and it’s really good. It, however, leaves me a bit wistful, as I expected. That, and it’s the song I’m listening to, and it’s the snow falling outside, and I touch the hair ornaments I bought today and sigh…

Melodrama, da da da. Bravo. I don’t know. This feels a bit strange. Voicing all these thoughts when it’s not my journal I’m writing this for but rather for my blog where people besides me will read it.

Was it worth it, spending so much today? Twenty-two dollars sans tax for two pieces of jewelry and there was a twenty-six dollar necklace at Claire’s I would have loved, but even I would not use that much money on a necklace.

Um…

Maybe it is worth it. If it can make me feel pretty for one night. *grins* Not sure what’s talking right now, but. Whatever.

Ecstasy is, not the drug, Luke, going outside when it’s snowing, and quiet, and it’s so – nice – out there. My fingers are now numb with cold (as opposed to what? Pain?) but it’s so breathtakingly beautiful out there. *wryly* Even more so if I hadn’t known I would have to come back inside. *sigh* Why can’t the world be like this all the time? Then again, if it were, what would be special about it?

*Grumble*

*grumble grumble* *growl* *wails* My hand hurts. *pouts* You're mean, Luke, but - I got away with a really nice hard kick!

Oh, hm, maybe I should apologize for that one.

Or maybe not.

Janelle turned against me!!! But at least Grace is still my friend. And she won't be siding with Luke anytime soon. Unlike Gabrielle, and Kaeli. Thank goodness Lindsay wasn't here today. If she'd decided to join in the "fun" of torturing poor Steph...

My hand is still sore! Jerk. :P Creepy jerk.

Is it possible to get high off of beef jerky?

I didn't eat lunch today.

Yuh-huh, that was random.

I'm also really tired. I bet my hair is a mess. Now I wonder if that poor Christmas box was Nolan's, or mine...

The thing with not wanting to care so much about this whole big deal of a Christmas banquet is that I won't be stressing out over the perfect outfit and whatnot. The bad thing about that is I will ultimately start thinking, "Oh crap, this looks horrendous." And that means stressed out and very nervous Steph.

Of course, it shouldn't look horrendous, but...

Ah, screw it. It's probably going to be that black top/skirt thing.

*growls* And stupid hair.

I don't like my glasses. :(

Study Block

Band today was more of a study block since Mr. Joiner was at Comox, but only about half of the class (it seemed really small…) were working. Some people went to Starbucks with orders. Luke and then Vasya made use of a computer I’m sure they weren’t allowed on…and Vasya put on techno music. Hee. He said he’d burn a couple of copies and bring them to school…me happy. Because I like the music. Not sure if I ought to add a “Surprisingly enough” after that sentence, but…*shrug*

My friends were being incredibly dense. I’d thought Lindsay would have figured it out immediately. But she didn’t! The faith I put in her. *grumble*

Carol had the audacity to…

A quiz and a test tomorrow, and I should be studying, but I’m not. Again. *groan* Procrastinator that I am.

Do guys like FPS games for the blood and gore?! Is it really that appealing? The blood and gore, I mean. Bleh. *grimace* I can deal, I think, unless it’s extremely detailed graphics and a…gruesome death. That part would give me nightmares or something. Or…just make me really really really reluctant to venture downstairs where it’s dark.

Okay, no more looking at screenshots that Vasya and Luke and any other gamers decide to show you, Steph. *shudder*

Yes, Lindsay. Da-vid. I don’t mention very many other Davids, you know. I hardly think about Charlton – unless I see him I don’t remember he’s around. And Luke’s friend – Dave. So yes. It’s David, the only one I’ve mentioned? Yah. Good to know you aren’t completely clueless.

Kelly Clarkson good. Yup.

Just an incredibly random thing – I am a visual learner. Yeah…

Oh, ha! I got away with a kick at Luke that he didn’t get me back for! Grace took off with his driver’s license so I kicked him and ran. Luke was a bit torn between coming after me and going for Grace, but of course his license was by far more important, so I got away. For now. *beams* Ha ha. Dave is far nicer to Grace and me than he is to Luke. And it’s quite funny – Luke was trying to step on my toes (obviously, as a form of revenge for something I had done) and Mr. Williams came out and walked past and told Luke there were far more effective ways of flirting with a girl than stepping on her toes. Burn! But that happened twice. The second time, Luke was shaking Grace for whatever reason (he’s mean that way, yupyup) and Mr. Williams made a similar comment, substituting the shaking for stepping on toes. Ha ha ha. Double burn. :)

Where on earth could I find a plain black mask for a masquerade, assuming I wish to come in such? This keeping in mind that I hardly ever get to go out to places to buy clothes. Going to the mall is, in my eyes, a treat. Ha. Not that I buy much even then.

Okay, Kelly Clarkson is only good until about the sixth song or something.

…“Maneater”!

Band, Baritones, And Bows

I just have to blog this because I found it rather amusing. It happened on Monday, last block, in band. David had his baritone and was playing something when he realized that it sounded a little off, so he had Nolan give him a B flat. Or a B. I don’t remember. David’s note was flat, and he didn’t know why…he was checking the valve and such. Then I just noticed a large red bow left over from the Santa Claus parade stuffed in the bell of his baritone, and I pulled it out. David at that point wasn’t facing me, so when he played the note again and found it higher, he was confused until I dropped the bow on his head. At which he proceeded to test it by playing the same note and shoving and pulling the bow in and out of his instrument. Hah.

Yes, it was the same class in which I banged (accidentally) too hard on the bells and dropped everything trying to muffle it, and also the same class in which I (also accidentally – I wouldn’t do this on purpose!) knocked my blue notebook off the cabinet and everything spilled out.

Apology To...

Or maybe not. *evil smirk* I haven’t been kicking at guys’ shins since grade eight. Maybe very occasionally last year, but next to nil. However…Luke has darn fast reactions and that, coupled with my stupid bad aim, leads to my kicking him much less. Even if Grace is distracting him. However, I kicked him hard enough…twice. I think I feel flattered that he told Grace he wasn’t worried about her, only me, because my kicks actually hurt. :)

I was listening to Linkin Park after supper because before supper I had been pretty severely ticked off with my brother, and I was thinking that I wasn’t so mad any more to want to listen to screaming. Then I had to skip Numb because I was afraid it was going to get me depressed. I don’t know why. Is it PMS again? I haven’t been counting – I suppose I could go check, but I’m getting a bit moody in my blogs these past few days and I’m not really sure why.

Why does a Sadie Hawkins stink? And no, I’m not planning on asking anyone. I’ll most likely go. But who would I ask? It’s not like number one) I like anyone enough, and number two) I’d even get up the nerve to ask people. I can ask for other people, but not myself. That and I almost don’t even care. Almost, because it’s going to throw me into some sort of funk when I see other people in our grade going together. And, *smirk* I doubt anyone would ask me. Especially not if it’s a Sadie Hawkins.

I am going to go listen to that now, I think. This is ridiculous, listening to Linkin Park now.

I have not studied a whit for my Socials test tomorrow, and I am going to emerge with a 70-some percent, or maybe even into the 60s. Crap, which means I should go study, but I can’t make myself go do it…

I should really, really go study now. I don’t want to fail. (Okay, so maybe I haven’t failed anything for a long time, but I frown upon anything under 86% – an A – for myself, and anything under 80% [unless it was some quiz worth no more than 20 marks] is plain unacceptable. I’ve been holding some 90 percent-ish strong grade in Socials, Science, and Planning. Academics, more or less. I don’t know about Phys. Ed, but report cards are turning out soon, anyways, right? I think band is fine…but as long as we stay away from “Rumble On The High Plains” I’m good.)

Sadie Hawkins Dance

Apparently, our Christmas banquet this year is going to be a Sadie Hawkins, in which the girls get to ask the guys instead of vice versa. Very cool. I first heard this term from the song "Sadie Hawkins Dance" by Relient K.

Sadie Hawkins Dance
In my khaki pants
There's nothing better...

Khaki pants? The guy needs to get a life. Lol.

Shapeshifter. Hmph.

Mr. Golden Sun

I prayed we’d have good enough weather for us to be able to go to the Santa Claus parade, and not only were we able to go, it was sunny and all-around good weather.

THANK you God!

Everything went pretty well, there. I didn’t get to go find a Starbucks. *pout* Though if I had, I doubt Luke would have let me get any coffee, and I’m sure that were David and Derek there when I stated my wishes, they would have agreed, after what happened that night after UBC, with the diet Coke and all.

*whines* But I like iced cappuccinos/frappuccinos/mochas!

This is so stupid. I went to bed at one last night and I couldn’t fall asleep until three-thirty. I laid in bed for two and a half hours!!! I wanted so badly to fall asleep because I was really eager for today to come, but I just couldn’t. I shall never drink so much tea at night again. We went out for supper last night with my (other) grandmother, in Vancouver, and I drank a lot of the tea. Not to say that all teas would do that to me, and even the effect might have been sporadic. Romanization for that type of tea: sao mei. This was one of the ones that didn’t taste too bitter even when it was concentrated, so I didn’t add water to it to dilute it, since I didn’t think it necessary. My grandma was afraid I wouldn’t be able to sleep, but I was like, “Oh, it’s fine, tea’s never been able to make me not sleep before.”

Eat your words, girl.

Obviously, the caffeine amount in numerous cups of semi-strong sao mei tea is enough to keep me up.

I – just suddenly feel like I’m talking about shots of vodka or something. Wine, and getting drunk. Or…stoned.

Why the heck is “Boulevard Of Broken Dreams” making me depressed???

Luke! I resent that! I have never been wolf-like, nor have I ever shown any wolfish tendencies! Lycanthropic side indeed.

I am one screwed up chick. I mean, I know I’m not that screwed up, but I’m pretty much getting there. I just hope this isn’t going to be on some downward slide.

A semi-admission: I’m dreading Christmas. Presents are fun, but in truth I could do without them…and as self-centred as this might seem it’s taxing coming up with presents for family. I really like the Christmassy atmosphere at school and all, and I like winter a good deal, but Christmas at home…last year was – stupid. It was so tense; everyone was threads away from snapping, I think. We almost didn’t put up our Christmas tree. The reason we did, afterwards, was because we’d have company over and they’d wonder why we didn’t have our tree. Or at least, part of the reason. It was just dumb. I wrote that whole little spiel which I titled "Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Baneberry" – it’s very long and not very catchy, I know. The piece was more of a ranting/spewing/raging thing; it’s not lyrically smooth and I don’t think things rhyme, but I liked it for its title. Ah, English. Baneberry – baneberries are poisonous. And the word “bane” means something that causes misery or ruin.

You don’t really have to comment on the Xmas thing. I’m just feeling blah again, so…

Because I’m opening up a little here, and –

Uh, why am I starting to sound like a cynical…brat…here?

I might open up and say something that I feel like I might be judged on. So I don’t want people to talk to me about what I say, though there are a few exceptions.

I don’t like to reveal something and end up changing someone’s opinions of me. That is what I am – afraid – of. Therefore, I don’t reveal so much about myself to almost anyone. My computer obviously doesn’t count. *laugh* When I do, I usually don’t want to be talked to about it. So – I guess I’m insecure in that way.

Again. Please don’t comment or allude to this, online, via emails, or in person. Unless I’m like, yeah, sure, whatever, go ahead.

No more of that for a bit. They’ve upped the Christmas banquet ticket prices by five bucks. It was fifteen dollars last year. If you bring a can of food I think you get a dollar off. I think I’m coming in black. Or black and some stupid sparkly red thing. Whatever; I don’t know.

Werewolf…mouse with its spine crushed between the jaws of some feral cat…sleepy cat swiping irritated-ly away.

Number one, finish my ridiculously easy science (which I put off till now and am, obviously, still putting off), and number two, ask my mom to see if I will have to pay the entire banquet ticket fee myself. Provided I’m going. I think last year we split the cost…or something. Meh.

Oh, and, yay! Everyone listen to Luke. I’m not going to show up wearing that sweater. Motherly? Ugh. NOT a look I’m going for. No. So no fuzzy pink sweater. :)

And abuse? Me? Never. Neh-ver. :P And it wasn't my choice; I wanted to come! Geez.

Eyes Are The Windows To The Soul

Let us have a consensus. Yes, Luke is creepy, very creepy. Therefore, it is a good thing that he seems much shorter in comparison to Lindsay. Thank you, Lindsay, for being so tall. If it was just Luke, in the dark...*runs away*

I don't buy the whole "eyes are the windows to the soul" crap. No kidding. I never see anything in eyes except colour...(duh) but I don't see emotions in eyes either. I judge emotions by the entire facial expression...eyebrows, mouth, position of the eyes...all that stuff.

I got a pretty Swarovski crystal bracelet from my grandmother. Unfortunately, it's pink and iridescent clear. I like the iridescent, but pink...I mean, as a crystal it's semi-tolerable, but still... I would have preferred a deep clear red, matched with pearlescent and/or black. Shiny black, like hematite. But I love that deep red. I have bought crystals that colour and matched them with pearls and hematite and it's very nice.

Please, please don't rain badly enough for us to have our going to the parade cancelled. I couldn't stand not being able to go - I missed today and...yeah. I just really really want everything to pull through, and have everyone there...and I have a conversation with Sara that I need to finish.

*groan* Carol first, then David several times, then I'm pretty sure Brent's mentioned it, and Sara stated it.

Pink And Fuzz

*sigh* Well. Go ahead, y'all. Laugh at Stephie in pink and fuzz (though it's hard to see the fuzz). Go on, laugh - I know you want to.

Music Fest

Um – I’m feeling less than – happy – in a relatively normal level mood – and I have suspicions why, but there’s several options that may be individually causing it or altogether causing it. I’m not sure. It could be the music – it’s “Not Ready To Make Nice”, which doesn’t actually make much sense because it’s not depressing, but maybe it’s the sound. It’s a sort of un-happy country sound, and – I really don’t know.

Also I’ve been rereading romance stories I’ve saved off FP and that might be it.

And also another reason. Been reading something else and I’m feeling a bit jealous/envious…with what I guess is a perfectly legit reason, but…anyways, yeah. Obviously, since I didn’t state outright what that was, there’s no need to question, and…yeah.

I feel tired. I just want to curl up and sleep…and not think.

I should have at least two weeks left, why am I getting all depressed?

…Okay. Enough of that – this is typed in my room on my laptop so a period of time has passed…*time passing* *time passing* Tick tock. :)

I have compiled a number of songs that I have gotten off the internet and am going through them all. Pretty pleased to see that I can still sing some of them, those which I haven’t listened to in quite a long time. Should go through older songs more. I like Avril Lavigne’s “My Happy Ending”, preferably the radio-edit one.

Owww. I am doing my Socials notes on my laptop, so I have taken my laptop off my desk and am sitting on the floor (where I always do my homework), and I have alternated between sitting with my knees drawn up and computer balanced on top, legs stretched out with comp put in my lap, and sitting cross-legged. I must alternate, because my legs get stiff and very painful. Erg. Legs stretched out make the blood unable to get to my toes, for they are tingling. Ow, did I pull something?

Yeah, I am still calling them laptops and not notebooks.

They mentioned the Microsoft whatever-its-name-was thing, the iPod rival, on the news today. Were it not for…was it Luke and Company that mentioned it?...them I would have never heard of it until that night. Obviously, I don’t keep up with the news very much. I think the most TV I’ve actually watched in the past couple of months is a half-hour of America’s Next Top Model when I was “babysitting” that night a while ago.

Ouch. Since all my songs are at different volumes, I’ve been listening to them at one volume, except “Say Anything” just started playing very loudly, and…it’s the unedited version, so there’s there the words – please excuse the terms – “b*tch” and “sh*t” in it. Why can’t they just do the radio-edit versions the first time, really? “Thing” in replacement for the first and “tough” for the second one.

Yes, we’re all mature enough to handle that mentioning, right? I decided against writing the actual word out in case…in case I don’t really know what, but – yeah. So I had to instantly turn the volume down – erg, it’s still too loud. There we go. That’s better.

Ah, Nick Lachey. Screw stupid paparazzi stories, this is a good song. I don’t care about the singer. Pretty decent voice, too, that. I don’t actually prefer deep voices like Lindsay does – I like tenor.

My posterior is getting numb from constantly sitting on the floor for so long, as opposed to kneeling as I usually would if I weren’t using my laptop.

My toes are cold, but I am far too lazy to pull a pair of socks on. And my room is a mess. It’s pretty much at the point where I can’t stand it. I should finish my notes.

“You And Your Hand” (I think it’s actually written with “U”) – I am perfectly aware of what she is talking about, but I actually like the song because she’s not singing it in a – how say, sort of risqué manner but more to say that she disagrees with this – arg, this really isn’t making a whole lot of sense, really, but. Yeah…

Ooh. “Beautiful Day” by U2. First heard of the band via Clayton – he likes/liked it. That was back in grade seven, I think.

Dear goodness. My brother is in grade seven; I’m in grade ten.

Uh…maybe I should stop listening to “Every Time We Touch” for the while. Until I know why exactly I’m riding on the down side.

Luke, didn't you want your lighter back?

Oh, and the promised photo. My father only gave me two with which to work, and this was the better of the two. Except...it doesn't work and my dad has allowed me no more than ten minutes which is in no way enough to deal with emails and blog, let alone do anything else I need to do on the computer.

Limitations

Call it the last night of freedom, but my dad is installing something like NetNanny, and he says it costs him over sixty bucks, just cuz they need to track irresponsible me on the net. Obviously, they didn’t say that last bit, but…Luke, a firewall of those types, do they work only on Internet Explorer, or does it just completely block those things from coming through the internet to our computer?

Uh, yeah. I’m pretty pissed right now (excuse me if that might be considered slightly harsh, but in truth, coming from me, it’s not. Regretfully. Janelle had been surprised last year when I got really ticked off and used that term), and – just – yeah. Mr. Girard sure as he…ck…didn’t help. Screw it, but I looked at two business-type letters to my parents (banks or something) and BC is there plain as day without freaking periods there. Give me a break?!

I am missing the band gig on Saturday, and I am extremely ticked off about that. We’re going out to have a last meal with my grandma before she goes to Hong Kong, and it was either Saturday or Sunday. I was NOT going to miss Sunday. However, my brother was going to a birthday party on Saturday, and my mother was being all “Since you’re thinking about yourself I have to deal with this and come up with a way to compromise” and whatnot. I’m being slightly irrational right here, right now, but really – I have had to bail out on/refuse at least five offers to go hang out with friends, and I think the majority of those five were due to piano. I am sick of it. I’m pushing for a grade nine practical exam in January and I just don’t.freaking.give.a.care. Seriously. I’m sick of it. I don’t get a choice! (If I was saying that last bit aloud, it would have been with a slightly hysterical lilt.) And just – screw theory.

Oh yes. Parents were mad when I used the computer to read Luke’s email. Thank goodness, I’d dealt with all of the rest of yours before I had to get off, but Luke’s was long, so…

I know I’m being irrational, so – just let me blow off some steam. It’s much better than just simmering.

Nothing being said in what songs I’m listening to right now relates, but Linkin Park in itself usually sounds pretty pissed off anyways, so –

That didn’t come out right, but –

Yeah.

Girls, if you ever catch me using an expletive, slap me. I’ll, uh, *grim chuckle* exclude Luke. Seriously, do that.

Because I cannot count on one hand all the places I could have inserted said expletives in this post.

Do you have a best friend? Like, a best-best friend. Where they know all your deep dark secrets and vice versa and all. Y…eah, semi-random.

Blue-Eyed Black Cat

I guess this picture says enough.

And fanning me, indeed. I didn’t require fanning, for your information. You seemed to have found it pretty funny, though. And it was after school, and I was hungry, and I wanted something salty that would require a bit more chewing and held more substance!

Reponses To Y'All

Who do you mean, as my guy friends? Other than Luke…and he’s an acquaintance. Unless he’s being good and not making lewd comments. *beams* *pats Luke on head* He’s not too tall that I can’t do that. And I don’t know, Kaeli, what if I didn’t love you girls anymore? *smirk*

Texas Hold ‘Em – Ryan never said a full house beat all. As it were, he said a four of a kind beat all, and I held a four of a kind with kings. Er, as for the majority of the spewing of stupid thoughts, comments weren’t needed on those. I just needed to vent, and since I wasn’t being severely depressed or pissed, I could let you see it instead of doing it on my computer.

I know I’m random. Hence my title. :) And I never mentioned two more lighters. They come in packs of three. No, you did not spell my last name right. C’mon, people, how hard can it freakin’ be??? It’s only FOUR letters – C-H-I-U! Even Luke spells it correctly. (Not to say that most of the time you have bad spelling, just on occasion - like "too" and "to".)

In which completely defeats my purpose of not revealing my real name.

I have not explained all the symbolism in the picture before? Oh. Well, you really should get Luke to explain it (*cough* Luke, explain it! *cough*) since the result differed a bit from my original sketch. Really, the one obvious thing that carried through were the Celtic crosses, which, in being not complete (Luke turned them on their sides) are also used as a variation of the swastika, and I really don’t need to explain the swastika, right?

…Uh, Kaeli……I’d brought a blue one today but handed it over to Luke. Only fair, since he gave me one before when he’d thought I hadn’t any, but then again, the one I gave him had considerably more lighter fluid than the one he gave me…

Fireworks! And anime. :)

And, as Hailey said, no, you may not burn down the school. I for one rather like our school. Try THAT, and die!

Luke, does it actually say LIGHTERS aren’t allowed at school?

You know, my bottle of body mist spray stuff is flammable when not dry…

Knucklebone

My knuckle is red. Anyone want to guess why? Hm? Luke?

:) The book I've been waiting for is finally available. But I should get to reading more of the fourth book of the WoT series...but I like SoT ones too. Well...the fourth was a bit iffy and that's as much as I've read, but...*shrug*

I realized that my second last previous post was insanely long. It doesn't even fit on one page. And it's Verdana and it's on Tiny. *shakes head* I need a life. *laughs* But I have one. An okay one. Some parts are insanely good and other parts aren't, but I'll deal. :)

*yawn* I'm hungry. I want...sausage. With honey, maybe, depending on the sausage. No, I'll have farmer sausage. Yum.

Impatient people. *sniffs delicately* I'll post the picture, don't you worry. (Smiles & Blushes indeed. A flowery letter from a guy would be very very creepy. Have fun with the lighter, Luke.)

Hm, I don't think there are any black cats with blue eyes. Green or yellow, maybe, but....

Luke's Project

Lindsay says to Luke: "You are my most favourite person right now because you're calling her Stephie."

...

............O.o...

Okay...

As we must all see Luke's brilliance (I do not yet have my picture in pink), I shall post his project. (Much alliteration going on here today.)

Shall I/have I mentioned that it creeps me out? I'm sure you've all figured out that pictures are shown larger if you click on them. Yup. *nods*

Um, direct quote from Luke: "You must post your fuzzy pink picture, we all need a laugh. A long laugh. At a pink Stephie. With fuzz."

Oh, this I am going to tell/have told Luke in person just to gauge his reaction, but I visited a dollar store on Friday - and bought another pack of lighters with absolutely no trouble at all. *beams* I'm just too innocent to do anything bad with fire. Ooh, flames...

Game Cube & Boys

I just re-skimmed “When You Own The Universe” and now I’m thinking about boyfriends again. Or boy friends. “Every Time I Touch” is sort of the theme song for that story for me because I listened to it a lot at that time. I spent forever trying to figure out what romance stories I associated it with and finally remembered it was Remembrance. *sigh* I’d thought it was Inverloch before, but it’s not. Yeah…boyfriends/guy friends. I’m being partially shallow and partially wistful and altogether stupid, because I’m not going to get a boyfriend anytime soon. But, *shrug* I want a really good guy friend. Sometimes it weirds me out to admit that I might enjoy guys’ company more than girls’, occasionally. But, yeah…I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me, or maybe it’s just some weird complex that all girls have. Maybe it’s just particularly dominant in me? Or I just mention it more.

This is more ridiculous than anything I’ve ever heard, so there’s really no need to reiterate it, but I can’t really believe that sometimes I feel less of a girl just because I know nothing about makeup, do nothing with my hair, and almost couldn’t give a care about clothes other than making sure it’s the hoodie-jeans-dark tee thing? It’s so stupid! But this whole deal is usually what happens after I read some chick flick and I think, “I want a guy like that!” Yeah. Being ever so shallow, but I’m a girl, and a teenager. Surely I’m allowed that.

Anyways, another issue – I can barely write anything that isn’t along the lines of romance or stupid suicidal/depressing crap. *rolls eyes* So let’s screw that whole authoress idea? Not that it so much appealed to me at all in the first place, really, but… I really should stop listening to that song. It doesn’t help my mood. I can get depressed in more than one way – there’s the ever-obvious pissed-off dark mood (which includes being thoroughly pissed with myself for various reasons) and then there’s the whole wistful-why-can’t-I-be-blahblahblah thing.

Um. Yes. I was going to blog about the birthday party at Sawyer’s house, but this completely ruined the mood. Just that I’m much better at Super Smash than that whatever-its-name-is FPS type game. I need to Google Princess Peach and Zelda – figure out some more of their moves. Though Samus is cool and Matt managed to beat me in that last game of SS. Gr. I had even been ahead of him at one point. Maybe I would’ve won with Peach. But maybe not. I’m not familiar with all the functions of the controls, but I can hold my own. Against them, that is.

Peach is sweet – she can fly/levitate, so I don’t die as easily if I stupidly walk off the ledges. Which I did in that FPS game in the temple map – I first walked into a canyon to see what it was and died – then I spawned right beside it, didn’t realize that, and turned – and fell – and died – the third time was mere stupidity. I pretty much walked straight into it, was like, “Hey, this looks familiar – wait, isn’t that the cliff – oh CRAP!” So I sucked at that. Partially because I wasn’t familiar enough with the controls to maneuver properly well enough to handle running around much less shooting much less shooting someone IN my cross hairs. I’ve never actually used the C control on a Game Cube controller – then again, all I’ve pretty much ever played was Mario Kart, the Double Dash, and then a somewhat limited SS game; that is, not all of the characters and worlds/maps were available.

Ooh, we played Texas Hold ‘Em, and Scum, and Spoons! And Mafia. :) Very cool. Ha ha, I won the pool in our first real round of Texas Hold ‘Em with a four-of-a-kind, kings, but that was the only round because someone realized we were playing with a Pinnacle deck, and then people got bored. So.

Glorious Pink

So here I am, nice pants, the only good pair of shoes I have, golden earrings, hair in a chopstick bun -

- and wearing a big pink fluffy sweater. Pink. The fact that it was fluffy, though, and so insanely soft made it decently acceptable. However, no hoodie. :( And my toes are freezing. Is the air conditioner in the car on?!? Yeah. I wrote this on the way out to Richmond. Piano lessons today. *grimace*

I'm sitting in the backseat doing Theory, and I'm for sure going to get carsick. I'm ticked because it's Remembrance Day and my poppy fell off my sweater before I got into the car.

..[time lapse]...

Yeah, I came home and stepped out of the car and the poppy was so close to the car that it had been run over by the tires when we drove into the garage. Maybe I can post a picture so you can all see me in my pink glory.

Kaeli, what you said about makeup sounds like what Lenni said.

Never mind, Lindsay.

No, I wasn't anonymous on my blog, and I want to know who wrote it. I still suspect Lindsay.

Hair Problems...

Oh crap. I think I am getting split ends.

I plucked out a piece of hair to measure and was met with an end that was split into three for about a third of a centimeter. After that I spent five minutes holding my hair up to the light and found about five other such strands. This isn’t good. I might end up having to trim my hair far earlier than I want. Any tips out there? I have no clue if shampoo and conditioner and such would help, because I don’t ever recall having split ends. I don’t do anything to my hair either (straighten, curl) so I know that isn’t the cause. I really, really don’t want to have to cut my hair even an inch.

Fashion Statements

It’s funny – it’s gotten to the point where I have stopped wearing articles of clothing that are a bright colour – I used to periodically wear grey t-shirts but have stopped doing so (they’re all dark blue, now), partially due to the fact that I have gym every day, but also… My mom told me to find some clothes not in dark colours since we were celebrating my grandma’s 80th birthday and she (or probably in Chinese culture) didn’t really want dark colours at a birthday like this (80 being a significant ten-number), so I went and yanked stuff out of my closet…I found a pair of white pants, wherever they came from, and my first reaction was a grimace and the thought, “These are disgustingly bright.” Maybe I used “revoltingly”. Thank goodness, white is also considered a colour of death or something like that. In any case, I shouldn’t wear it.

Which led to the realization above. It’s very strange. I’m not at the point of black yet, but I prefer even dark blue or black over a neutral grey, which was what I would have preferred last year.

I also prefer hoodie over t-shirt – I haven’t worn a long-sleeved shirt in who knows how long. Hoodie or sweater. And then jeans. Unless it’s like the performing arts uniform. Once, during the end of summer, I went over to Janelle’s in shorts and she said, “You’re finally wearing shorts!” I was like, “Haven’t I ever worn shorts at school at all the past year?” and she said no. So…yeah. I haven’t a clue how to use makeup. (I don’t think nail polish counts – it’s very fun to play with/put on, but much harder to take off.)

Off topic - what’s so entirely cool about knowing a person is that when they write to you, I can totally hear them saying it with the tone of voice and look on their face that I’m sure they’d have.

Soldier, Sailor, Tinker, Tailor, Rich Man, Poor Man, Begger Man, Thief

Girls can be so vindictive. The only reason I’m saying this here is because I need to get it out of my system. Kaeli, Linds, Hailey, Gabe, and Luke are the only people who read this blog, with the slight exception of Chrys, and I’m not writing this for gossip’s sake or anything, but…obviously, this doesn’t get mentioned.

A girl left her purse in the change room with two cell phones, a camera, and an iPod, expensive ones too, or so a classmate said. When we went in, we saw the purse and some people went through it to see the contents. Later, when the girl came back for her purse with a friend (I guess she remembered then), she found all four gone.

And what’s the point of taking them? I’m not saying names and I don’t want ones mentioned – none of you are in my gym class I know – just – this is absolutely ridiculous. Obviously the poor girl shouldn’t have brought cell phones or iPods, but seriously – like, I had no clue that they were actually going to take anything and I have no clue who did, but I think there were at least two people. This is just stupid.

On another note –

No offense to Luke (though you have been dense on occasions) but Perrin can be – of course, he’s innocent as well, sort of. Though Rand takes a while to catch on sometimes, too.

Firefox compares to Explorer 7 how? Besides the weird toolbar, I don’t know enough to make out many differences. They both have tabs, now.

I was in the IT lab when Mr. Weiss evaluated Luke’s final project, and I started grinning/laughing just because it was really weird…with what I’d put into that, critique and whatnot and what came before, and Mr. Weiss was like, “Why are you laughing?” I responded with, “Nothing…that needs to be said.” *laugh* Can’t a girl have her secrets? But nice end result, though it still creeps me out, considering that the figure looks a bit malevolent, and there are prominent ghouls in the background, and with such a composition, black and red only adds to the effect. That, and the fact that I know the original intent behind the Celtic crosses.

May I post your project? Addressed to Luke, of course.

Mozilla Firefox

Will have to try it, as these IBM lab computers do not give us authorization to install new devices, and unless I'm mistaken, it does not let me use my memory stick. Is there a proper term for those things? Very short post, this will be. I finished my cover letter and my resume the last time we were in here, therefore, I can use the computer with free reign of the Internet!

Well, no. Not really.

Just to verify this, as I am extremely dense and computer-illiterate compared to some people - Explorer, then, is a browser...along with Firefox, and Opera, and whatever else there is out there, right? Explorer is Microsoft's browser.

...

I am quite mistaken. I can use my memory stick on this computer and am waiting for Firefox to load.

It DOES take quite a while. It is loading...right?

Secret Admirer

Or not so secret. I think the whole idea/anology of God romancing us is so strange and incomprehensible to me because for me, relationships lead to sex - tainted, this world - and that's why I can't comprehend it. I know it isn't, but to think on it...

I can sing with a passion, but that's not what I want. I want to sing with a passion for God and I can't do that because I don't think I've given myself to him yet.

Myrddraal

Are you running out of names? Fetches, or the name by which the wolves call them. Which I do not remember.

Yeah...I finished the book but I left it at home this morning...don't you hate it when you totally remember you have to bring something, and you put it down...then you have to leave and you walk RIGHT past it and you forget it? Yup. *nods*

I am not going to go blind! And why on earth would I deserve to? I don't actually shine it in your eyes. Not...intentionally, that is. Besides, I don't try to reflect the laser into MY eye, either. Just everywhere else. It's pretty. :)

Don't be staying up now just to outpost me, Luke. Tsk. Ugh...I didn't go to bed till __ o'clock and I didn't even have that much homework.

Oh, Minesweeper has gotten to be entertaining. For the first time, I figured out how it worked. I hadn't been able to for about seven or so years. Still working on the highest level though.

Was doing lines in gym yesterday and I couldn't focus...it was really weird. Maybe lack of oxygen. Volleyball today - which I am much better at than basketball, though I've never favoured sports at all.

Scattered Lights

We have some glass and crystal figurines in a cabinet in our living room, and some of them are faceted. I turned off the lights and shot a laser at a little crystal chick (the baby chicken) and it looks quite cool. The light shoots off in several dozen directions, considering that the chick is so small, therefore has many faces very close together - I like the effect. Like some little disco ball. Which is, I suppose, more or less the principle behind them. Disco balls, I mean. I'd like a little one. Not with the lights - I want one of those with the mirrors.

I have figured out how to use those ornamental chopsticks; however, I have managed to (sorry, Janelle!) snap one of the chopsticks she gave me.

:(

"Burn Me!"

I've been reading over Mat's shoulder for so long that the word "bloody" has become ingrained in my head - I almost said it twice, tacked before some other word, but it sounds so strange coming out of my mouth.

So the Dragon Reborn has declared himself so, eh?

...I spent five minutes standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, running brush and fingers through my hair. I washed it last night, so it's nice and soft. It feels nice. Yeah, silky, I guess. It's two feet and a bit long, apparently. Janelle measured it in science today - two ruler lengths. Ha ha. It's kind of strange. That's almost 2/5 of my height.

...So, let's make it 3/5! :)

I was "babysitting" (they were in bed) for about half an hour and I turned the TV on to find this top model/Covergirl photoshoot/competition thing. Eight or so girls. Geez, if I ever had such an opportunity, I wouldn't take it. I think there's a lot of hating going on. "She's winning and she doesn't even have to try, oh, THAT girl's not even trying! It's not fair, she's won everything," yada yada yada. And girls can be pretty vindictive, so...yeah. It's pretty sad, that.

Kaeli, you're not so good at hiding. Not even "Anonymous" can help you.

Corrections

Linds, typo. As Hailey pointed out. Hailey? Mistaken identity - Ignis, ignite, fire - Lindsay. Tsk tsk.

Oh, yes - and Lindsay was witness to this - Luke, I left you a message in the IT lab on the board, lower left hand corner. Something about having entered the lair.

Celtic crosses and swastikas.

And I get tired/sleepy, not cranky. I'm cranky when I'm PMSing, but that's about it.

Spelling/Grammar Check!

Just to clear this up once and for all. Because I'm not the only person who's noticed it. And I did say, Luke, that, due to your superior vocabulary skills, I would not hound you for your grammar and spelling. However, this is just...bugging me. *laugh*

Too often you write "to" when you mean "too". There's no way you can't know the difference, seriously...FIX IT!

Of course I wasn't yelling, guys. I *never* yell. Never. *beams innocently*

Which is crap, since I can't pull off puppy dog looks or innocent looks. I'll also have you know puppy dog looks don't work on me.

Change Is...Not Good?

*sigh* I don't deal well with change, I realize. Actually, I've known this for a while, but I decided to make it known. I wasn't happy when my dad exchanged my old laptop for my current one, because my old one was on the verge of breaking down (due to unintentional misuse on my part and just because of its old age). I didn't like that I had to adjust from an old Windows format to the current one (not so new, but I'd like to call it so), that the touch pad wasn't as "good" as the one on the old comp, and so on and so forth. I've gotten used to my current one now, but I was pretty ticked back then. I still don't like the touch pad, and the fact that some of my files didn't make it over. And reformatted stuff, and different versions of programs and such.

Now my "old" Internet Explorer has just been updated to something...Internet Explorer 7, I believe. I'm none too happy...again, the format is different, the screen is different - I'm...yeah. Ticked. I don't like the look of the stupid buttons and I want them to go away. But they're not a toolbar option. *growls* The quality of the stuff on the browser page bugs me too - it's softer, and fuzzier.

It's rather irrational, I know, and if I can get so worked up over a few different formats - yeah. Don't want to know how I'll act when something bigger comes up. But I like getting used to something, and knowing that something will be the same and I can always use it the same way. This disrupts my routine, and I don't like that.

Same going for moving - new house, new look, new rooms...but we've been at this house for three years now and I'm okay now. I would hate to move again, though. I don't like getting a new car...I don't like new things used to replace old things because then I have to get used to them all over again.

Yeah...my dad also exchanged the family computer for a laptop a while back...I'm used to this now, though, too. So that's fine...

But the Internet Explorer update!

*sigh*

Lighters' Legality

When I told Luke I had bought lighters from the dollar store, he asked me if they had required indentification. I said no, and he became indignant, stating that he had been required to show ID. Now that TWO people have said it, I have decided that I really was lucky in that I got by without the whole ID thing. Huh. Or that woman at the till just didn't care.

Oh, and Luke...I can't say selling them is considered responsible, either...

Poppy Pins

"If Emo girl could do it, so could you!"

Uh...no. I've never even considered using the pin of a poppy for anything other than pinning said poppy to my shirt.

But now that you've put ideas into my head...

Linds, Hailey, Gabe, Kaeli? Were we responsible as freshmen? Say no. This is to discredit the rationale a...friend...of mine has behind delivering...things...to a grade nine. The buddy of his buddy. Not...that I would think he would ever call his friend 'buddy'...

If any teachers stumble upon this, I think I should...shoot myself? Yeah. Unoriginal me. Derek said I should have a gun. He has two, himself. Uh, no. Giving me a gun would not be the best of ideas...and I don't know how to properly use one, anyways.

Why don't I recall lighters and knives being mentioned in the school agendas? Laser pointers, yes. But not lighters and knives.

At least, according to Luke, knives are contraband (how I love that word). However, if none of the teachers even care (and most of the male population own one - at least one, in Derek's case), why are they contraband?

Just for the fun of it, this picture. I lack pictures in my blogs. Obviously, hopefully, not my picture. Though I assume mine and the one pictured here are both dollar-store quality laser pointers. I really don't know - ya see, I climbed into bed one night and sat down on a pointer. I think it was probably my brother's, but no one has said anything...

Kaeli, You Dimwit

YOU asked me if it was over! Girls...time of the month...one of the disadvantages of the female body?

Yes, I called you a dimwit. Deal with it.

Je deteste...

I know I’m not supposed to hate him.

But I can’t.

Oh, God…

He is such a convincing liar there’s really nothing I can say.

C'est Fini!

Yes, Kaeli. IT. IS. OVER. :) :) :) :) :)

L.K.L.

Aurum: Ex-CUSE ME?? Not on purpose??? Oh, please. You sneak up and poke me in the ribs on one side only. I don’t recall if Lindsay or Kaeli does it. However, Janelle does it, and she pokes me in both sides simultaneously, as does Luke.

The Eyeless: Nice to know I was freaking out David when you kept looking over his shoulder at me. Don’t you know you should pay attention when someone is speaking to you? Oh, and both times that I walked past you, I was sorely tempted to pull your ponytail. Not terribly hard, just…less terribly hard.

Caffeine pills.

Ha ha.

Hm. My blog is something that hopefully keeps y’all entertained, as Lindsay, Kaeli, Hailey, and Gabe don’t update nearly as much. I’m under the assumption that Luke still reads it, as he is still continuing to comment, but I don’t expect him to have a blog. (You don’t seem that type, my feline friend.)

Mreow.

Asking all people who attend – uh, my school – who’s going to (out of morbid curiosity [is that the right use of the term ‘morbid curiosity?]) the Christmas banquet?

And in case you wondered, yes, that was random – there is no connection whatsoever between the above paragraphs and the Christmas banquet thing.

Gabe, look up Simon and Hannah.

Uh, you people are ganging up on me. LKL. Lindsay Kaeli Luke. Luke is Lindsay’s hero because he calls me Stephie. (Not Steffy.) Kaeli and Luke both laugh at my misfortune (never mind the fact that I would have laughed if it had happened to anyone else), and the look on my face that you two both said I had (priceless!).

Water bottle, Linds, or it’s an email to Marcus. And a message to IT.

Fergie

Oh man! I'm decidedly repulsed. Eww... Obviously, Fergie has no inhibitions.

Carrot Trees

Ugh. Men. *laugh* I believe I had already previously mentioned that I named the sketch you’re going with “Apocalypse”, and –

It is playing “Maneater” as I write this.

– by process of elimination, you should be able to figure out it that “Bird of paradise, man of ruin” refers to the other sketch, even if it was…sketchy.

It’s good to know that I still reign as Queen of Randomness. :) I am very obviously in much better spirits. (But I still think that was a nice dress.) I wouldn’t know about Champagne & Lace being snobby because I’ve never been inside.

Uh…there was this little thing following “Maneater” that used its tune to say someone (dunno who, because I didn’t listen to the DJ before) was too skinny…like Paris Hilton? And that she should eat something or else she’d die. Probably a warning (from the Beat [94.5]) for all those anorexic stars out there.

Ashley Braak is wrong – they are still playing “I Write Sins, Not Tragedies” by the Panic at the Disco on the Beat 94.5, and she is right because they don’t play the edited version like they do on the American Top 40.

Only Ashley and I would know what that was about, obviously.

I am eating a carrot whole just because I want to be eating something, but carrots don’t have too many calories, and this one doesn’t taste bitter or like kerosene, so that’s good. I swear, some baby carrots taste like kerosene. I eat all around the outside and save the core for last because it’s the sweetest part. *nods*

My carrot looks ever so weird. Like some gnarled, twisted stick of a wizard in those Middle Earth-type stories and whatnot.

List of people who like to sneak up on me: Lindsay, I believe; Kaeli; Janelle; Hailey; Luke; Hannah. Most of the above do so accompanied with a poke in the ribs. *glare*

I ought to stop procrastinating. It seems like I’ve a lot of homework, and I guess that’s the price you pay for putting everything off till the last minute.

The core of a carrot, by the way, looks like one of those tall, tall trees with little short branches sticking out on the sides, without needles on it and stuff. Except it’s orange.

I have no clue what Fergie is singing but I don’t think I want to know.

Demands

I'd really like my water bottles back, please.

To Respond Again -

Ignis - Do I really? Hm. You seem awfully sure of it.

Shadowman - Seriously? I've never seen any taped chairs yet. Maybe we don't share any classrooms. And, touché. I probably would have laughed. But that was an immensely long post! ...And, you're not supposed to give things away, I've not read as far as you!

Writer's Block - I'll get around to killing you. Seriously - is it a crime to mention the school's resident Fade/unlucky black cat in my blogs? Yes, the names were for his benefit.

Champagne & Lace

The former of which I have never tasted and the latter of which I will never wear.

We drive by Champagne & Lace, and there is a beautiful – pretty – red dress in the window that would be perfect for the Christmas banquet, but I would never fit in it, and my shoulders are too broad for a strapless dress like that, anyways. I shall come wearing black, I think, if I come at all, which I should. *laugh*

Don’t mind me. It is wet and gloomy outside, and I am on the low end of a mood swing, and I have been listening to Linkin Park and Evanescence all last night, as well. And my brothers, they are being less than cooperative.

Illuminators and fireworks.

Bird of paradise, man of ruin.

Apocalypse.

The last three items are ones that only one person would understand, if he does at all, which he should. The last two are related; the first is from a book. Yes, Hailey, I am again mentioning Luke. Should I repeatedly mention Luke’s name in every paragraph just so you can count them? *rolls eyes*

This is the less angst-filled one of two possible posts, and the other isn’t going to be published anywhere, not now.

Not Again...!

It is not the first time that I have accidentally highlighted and deleted an entire post in the writing. Obviously, I just did it again. Ctrl-z doesn't seem to work here. Despite what Blogger Help says. And I am not in the mood to retype everything this time. I was mentioning that I felt like a freak-stalker because I was so anxious to see what Mr. Weiss thought of the design...and that I was getting insanely and disturbingly predictable. I lurked about the IT lab after gym class; David saw me and said, "If you're looking for Luke, he's in there." Yes, I saw, and how did I get so freaking predictable? I said that already, I know. I also decided to go through all the symbolism I'd injected onto the graphic design, but I'm not doing that again. I just liked the Celtic cross, a variant on the swastika, and the dude was supposed to be the Red Horseman. All that stuff.

I have forgotten to bring my memory stick. How did that happen? The little Targa ( I think - I shouldn't forget, ever since that time I left it in the library and Mr. Zukowski asked what brand it was and I was like, how should I know? It's silver - I don't pay attention to the brand) memory stick is probably stuck in the back of my laptop.

I ought to be doing my theory - I think I have a crapload of it, but, yeah...free internet time. How can I refuse that?

Band tonight. Yay. I like "American Christmas" - it sounds quite impressive, though it sounds as if the bells are the only instrument playing the melody line for "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen", until Brent informed me that he, too, played that line.

Not that I could hear, but he was the only alto sax.

Is there a soprano sax? And how big was a bass sax?

I shall have to make it a habit to save drafts as I type.

"Bolero" will not get out of my head. I can call up "Maneater" at will but that song no longer holds dominance over my mind. Mwahaha.

Lindsay Marie. I wish my water bottle back and -

You took it over the freaking weekend! Lindsay!

Keep in mind that it is still during That Time and I might get...irritable...

You and Kaeli both. And Hailey with her comments. *rolls eyes* Huh.

I'm hungry...

Commissions

Not doing those. I may have a dribble of artistic ability, but it's quite thinly spread out between various arts - music, visual arts, literature, etc. Thinly. Now since the IT lab looks dark and I'm not peeking in there and I don't know where Luke's usual afternoon haunts are, I'm dying to know if he's showed it to Mr. Weiss yet. And what he said.

Oh, yes, and Hailey, the significance of him standing behind me was that he has tried to, on more than one occasion, startle me, but has not been able to yet. (Of course, I somewhat issued the challenge.) And yes, I'm under the assumption that he is going to read the blog anyways.

Luke, my entire blog didn't get deleted, but that entire post did, and it was a very long one.

So. I will go peruse the hallways again, though I doubt I'll find him. I don't ever recall seeing him or Dave at lunch...

Reposting

...I am quite ticked off. Quite. I was in the library typing in my blog and I wrote a fair bit -

Microsoft Internet Explorer has, apparently, experienced a problem. Or an error. It freezes the Internet screen and I cannot solve my stuff, or copy it...

Blog - gone.

Grrrrrr......

Kaeli laughed at me. Angel indeed.

Oh, yes. I now have to restate that Luke showed up in the library and stood behind me, and Kaeli never warned me, AGAIN!

I hadn't expected to see him in there in the library to use the computers. He's generally in the computer labs, I think.

Luke, I don't actually see why THAT part of the story is so confusing. It's parallel to the whole thing of God and Lucifer. Lucifer's not omnipotent, but he's still pretty powerful.

I'm trying to rewrite everything I wrote before (this is on paper in Socials) but it all seems to be a knockoff of my unsaved post.

Kaeli had the audicity to laugh, and Luke smirked at me (though I expected no less from either of them)!

Luke handed over the fourth book, as I am done the second. This one is a softcover...meaning I have to be slightly more careful. Not that I'm usually not.

I'm not quite sure yet what to make of The Dragon Reborn. Rand appears to be going mad; Mat is Healed but that glimpse of wanting the dark ruby makes me believe he's not completely Healed. And Selene concerns me. She is Lanfear, is she? I should know the answer to that by now, I think - there was a mention of Lanfear - but with long novels such as these I skim a little, potentially important details and instead get the general idea of the story.

Balefire. I saw a mention of that too, but...what is it? I never really gathered, unless they haven't said yet.

You know what? I hate chairs with the two little metal studs on the backing of the chair, the ones that hold the back to the metal posts. They catch at my hair and I rip out about three strands per class. Unwillingly, Luke.

Why on earth do people in my Socials class like Jack Johnson so much?

I guess this is as much as I can remember about what I've previously written. Ugh, this sucks.

Sam is hilarious. We have an overhead of the psychodynamic approach, and he said, "There's a star. You Are Here."

Another Warning

Yes, as the title says, another warning. I don't seem to be turning emo despite it being That Time, but I must say that I will grow increasingly irritable with whoever for whatever reason. Little things will irk me.

As I said, just another warning. I will blog later...most likely after Ohana.

KAELI!!!

She poured water on my head! Water! On MY head with MY water bottle!!

Don't you dare laugh...don't you dare.

Paradoxical

"No, child. There is one Creator, who exists everywhere at once for all of these worlds. In the same way, there is only one Dark One, who also exists in all of these worlds at once. If he is freed from the prison the Creator made in one world, he is freed on all. So long as he is kept prisoner in one, he remains imprisoned on all."

"That does not make sense," Egwene protested.

"Paradox, child. The Dark One is the embodiment of paradox and chaos, the destroyer of reason and logic, the breaker of balance, the unmaker of order."

~ page 239, The Dragon Reborn, Robert Jordan

Egwene is right - it doesn't make sense. So if the Dark One is imprisoned on one world but freed on another...and Verin Sadai drew several worlds, at that. Huh.

Luke, apparently, has read my entire freaking blog in what I assume is one sitting.

O.o...

But it's LONG!!!

Um, yeah, no duh, Steph.

I have "Maneater" turned on as I do my homework in hopes of getting it completely ingrained into my head. Why? I don't know.

Luke mentioned the movie "28 Days Later", and seeing as how I know nothing about any movies, I went to check it out.

I am NOT watching that, NEVER. Oooooh my gosh. NEVER.

Wouldn't you know. It's 11:50 and I'm not done my homework. I should go...

Thinking on it, I think...I suppose being a Myrddraal is rather fitting...though I should think that one of the Eyeless are by far more scarier.

I think that's poor grammar. More scarier. Ah well. G'night.