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elucrehMay 21:
Hmph. The parent-people are in uproar again. Grades. Tiny voice in the back of my head telling me I’m not going to pass history…they may have a point there. The worst part is, I think I’ve really disappointed Allred in my ditziness, something I’m truly sorry for. He is my favorite teacher of all time and I hate the pricking guilt feelings around my intestines…
On the other hand, Eng. and Calc. are safe. Good thing.
Oh, lor, did I ever report on SDD? I don’t think so…wonderful. Not worrying at all about a date or anything…just dancing with my best friends, crazy moves and all. Got ready all together. Amy really startled me w/ how truly gorgeous she is when someone spends half an hour on her. She looks good just naturally, and if you really doll her up you have the kind of girl who could break hearts easy as looking. I did Kimi’s hair, and it actually looked GOOD (!!) Rode up w/ Kimi, Chase, and Colin (Colin is very nice and looks like Harry), with Kimi and I doing most of the talking. I do adore that girl. Amelia won Best Hair (teehee) and the rest of the ceremony was deadly dull. But afterward we just danced. For the slow songs: asked Tyler, and enjoyed it. Asked Carl, and enjoyed it. When he realized we were leaving later, he hugged me, which surprised me a bit. We’re friends, but not particularly good ones…Was asked by one of the special needs kids, which is always awkward because I can’t understand what they say. It makes conversation difficult. But he seemed a very nice boy. Wearing the cloak was a good idea: it was COLD. Afterward, we came back here and just sat around talking. Ty, Chase, and Colin started a Magic discussion (interesting to be Ty outside one of our fannon discussions, for a change) and the girls just talked. Amy had to leave to take Brittany home and came to the back door—scared the life out of me.
Had a wonderful moment just enjoying the wind, while everyone else got pre-dance paraphernalia together. Wind is my element, truly mine…it makes me think of second grade, when Theresa and I were still friends, and we used to run over the gravel, kissing three times into the wind to make it blow harder. It was beautiful, and clear, and MOVING…I wanted to dance in it, but I’m still a little self-concious around them, though less around them than anyone else. Oh, I’m going to miss them…had a dream where I was in Oklahoma and suddenly missed Amy and Tyler so badly I started crying…woke up still crying.
Although, speaking of dreams, I am SO proud of myself…I actually RECORDED this brilliant little bit of narration from my dream this morning. And a day or so ago I had a great inspiration for a short fic: Hermione gives Ron an alarm clock that he can’t turn off. I am going to have SO much fun with this…other fic not progressing so well, esp. as it is hampered by my inability to research.
Found a place to be dead, yesterday…I’m getting over-excited about this project. I think it’s because she keeps showing us the good ones. Oh, and Amla is so DEAD over the RPG. She won’t understand Hala and won’t stay out of her head, either. But Amy FINALLY got her close enough to SuperLocke for me to do my stuff…*wicked grin* heeeeheeeeee…But back to the proj: I think we’re going to love this. The script is brilliant, the setting is brilliant, we in general are brilliant. Start shooting tomorrow (though I really was tempted to shoot Chase for putting us off so badly). I hope we can get it in the one afternoon, since shell and Sarah are building on doing the commercials. I always forget Shelley’s sense of humor, for some reason…these commercials are going to be hilarious.
I’ve been nagging Ads abt the fic…I feel slightly guilty, but I KNOW she wants it done…as she is my conscience in backpack straps, I must be hers in this. However, if she’s going to write a new ch. soon I need to review that last one…last chance to vent at her. ONLY ONE MONTH!!!!!!!!!!! Breathe, breathe, breathe…
I love the languor of being with my friends, slightly tired and not really paying attention. There’s nothing better.
Photography is going badly. I really think that that thing hates me. Painfully hates me. I hope McAllister lets us go…I’ve GOT to get that proj. done, and I just can’t get it to work.
I’m really tired.
Oh…finished that piece of poetry I thought might turn out well…modeled on e.e., doncha know.
**************************************************************
reversal
where y goes across
and x goes up
and down
with all
the swoop
of squared
and dip of
cubed
and diced
f prime
of x
is equal to the
integrated
function
y equals
f
prime
rib with catsup
blood
cooked grey
matter in my spinning
head
of shredded
lettuce
with carrots
straight as
y=x^6
integrated into
6x^5.
the x-axis goes up and down:
All is chaos.
************************************
Trying to finish my Sachar model, but have, of course, completely forgotten what I was going to do with it (arrrggghhh…)
No time for else…
Hmph. The parent-people are in uproar again. Grades. Tiny voice in the back of my head telling me I’m not going to pass history…they may have a point there. The worst part is, I think I’ve really disappointed Allred in my ditziness, something I’m truly sorry for. He is my favorite teacher of all time and I hate the pricking guilt feelings around my intestines…
On the other hand, Eng. and Calc. are safe. Good thing.
Oh, lor, did I ever report on SDD? I don’t think so…wonderful. Not worrying at all about a date or anything…just dancing with my best friends, crazy moves and all. Got ready all together. Amy really startled me w/ how truly gorgeous she is when someone spends half an hour on her. She looks good just naturally, and if you really doll her up you have the kind of girl who could break hearts easy as looking. I did Kimi’s hair, and it actually looked GOOD (!!) Rode up w/ Kimi, Chase, and Colin (Colin is very nice and looks like Harry), with Kimi and I doing most of the talking. I do adore that girl. Amelia won Best Hair (teehee) and the rest of the ceremony was deadly dull. But afterward we just danced. For the slow songs: asked Tyler, and enjoyed it. Asked Carl, and enjoyed it. When he realized we were leaving later, he hugged me, which surprised me a bit. We’re friends, but not particularly good ones…Was asked by one of the special needs kids, which is always awkward because I can’t understand what they say. It makes conversation difficult. But he seemed a very nice boy. Wearing the cloak was a good idea: it was COLD. Afterward, we came back here and just sat around talking. Ty, Chase, and Colin started a Magic discussion (interesting to be Ty outside one of our fannon discussions, for a change) and the girls just talked. Amy had to leave to take Brittany home and came to the back door—scared the life out of me.
Had a wonderful moment just enjoying the wind, while everyone else got pre-dance paraphernalia together. Wind is my element, truly mine…it makes me think of second grade, when Theresa and I were still friends, and we used to run over the gravel, kissing three times into the wind to make it blow harder. It was beautiful, and clear, and MOVING…I wanted to dance in it, but I’m still a little self-concious around them, though less around them than anyone else. Oh, I’m going to miss them…had a dream where I was in Oklahoma and suddenly missed Amy and Tyler so badly I started crying…woke up still crying.
Although, speaking of dreams, I am SO proud of myself…I actually RECORDED this brilliant little bit of narration from my dream this morning. And a day or so ago I had a great inspiration for a short fic: Hermione gives Ron an alarm clock that he can’t turn off. I am going to have SO much fun with this…other fic not progressing so well, esp. as it is hampered by my inability to research.
Found a place to be dead, yesterday…I’m getting over-excited about this project. I think it’s because she keeps showing us the good ones. Oh, and Amla is so DEAD over the RPG. She won’t understand Hala and won’t stay out of her head, either. But Amy FINALLY got her close enough to SuperLocke for me to do my stuff…*wicked grin* heeeeheeeeee…But back to the proj: I think we’re going to love this. The script is brilliant, the setting is brilliant, we in general are brilliant. Start shooting tomorrow (though I really was tempted to shoot Chase for putting us off so badly). I hope we can get it in the one afternoon, since shell and Sarah are building on doing the commercials. I always forget Shelley’s sense of humor, for some reason…these commercials are going to be hilarious.
I’ve been nagging Ads abt the fic…I feel slightly guilty, but I KNOW she wants it done…as she is my conscience in backpack straps, I must be hers in this. However, if she’s going to write a new ch. soon I need to review that last one…last chance to vent at her. ONLY ONE MONTH!!!!!!!!!!! Breathe, breathe, breathe…
I love the languor of being with my friends, slightly tired and not really paying attention. There’s nothing better.
Photography is going badly. I really think that that thing hates me. Painfully hates me. I hope McAllister lets us go…I’ve GOT to get that proj. done, and I just can’t get it to work.
I’m really tired.
Oh…finished that piece of poetry I thought might turn out well…modeled on e.e., doncha know.
**************************************************************
reversal
where y goes across
and x goes up
and down
with all
the swoop
of squared
and dip of
cubed
and diced
f prime
of x
is equal to the
integrated
function
y equals
f
prime
rib with catsup
blood
cooked grey
matter in my spinning
head
of shredded
lettuce
with carrots
straight as
y=x^6
integrated into
6x^5.
the x-axis goes up and down:
All is chaos.
************************************
Trying to finish my Sachar model, but have, of course, completely forgotten what I was going to do with it (arrrggghhh…)
No time for else…
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Date: 2003-05-23 05:51 am (UTC)