Murrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. >.<

Annie just associated me, in the People-Word association thing at the bottom, with the words insecure, angry and moody.

Angry and moody, yes. Insecure, no. Not at the moment, anyway.. though that may be just me.

And she didn't associate me with violent. I'm not sure whether this is good or bad- whether I've improved, or whether she's just not scared by me and my spontaneous movements anymore..

So I'll do it too! :D

P e o p l e A s s o c i a t i o n . . .
(Name the people that you associate with the following words)
Open minded: Cory
Arrogant: Sherry
Insecure: Betty
Interesting: Teatime
Random: Neraru
Attractive: ..Teatime. For obvious reasons.
Smart: Max Resinger (sp?) who always gets a near-perfect score on our AP tests. I want to strangle him.
Moody: ..Me.
Ambitious: A certain gold-digger whose name begins with N..
Healthy: Betty.
Shy: I don't know any shy people. Everyone I know is very outgoing, which annoys the heck out of me. Rae, I guess.. xD
Difficult: Cory
Buffed: Arnold Schwartzannegger..
Bored easily: Greenie.
Drunk: BLINKY! xD
Responsible: ..Definitely not Blinky. Erm.. perhaps Dakor..?
Obsessive: Me.
Angry: My father.
Sad: Me.
Happy: Judy.
Hyper: My sister.
Talkative: Annie, definitely.
Illegal: Blinky.
Cute: Teatime.
Violent: My mother.
Unpredictable: Avvie.
Repetition: Annie.
Drama: Moi, moi, moi. At least, online.

I am officially swearing off all MOOs.

Why? Because I just did the equivalent of falling on my face into two puddles of-- and let's be frank-- horse piss. Not just on one, oh no, but TWO of them. They were perfectly friendly there, which made me feel even more stupid.

Why is it that you can't backspace on the damn MOOs? Die, die, DIE!

Today was a day of embarrassments. Not good, not bad, just incredibly embarrassing.

Come, people-- talk to me. I need the comfort of people-loving-me.

I'm feeling slightly better today-- or at least less irritated.

On the other hand, I'm faintly worried about Rae-not-having-been-on-the-Internet-in-24-hours.

Yes, I'm paranoid. Yes I'm easily stressed. Yes I admit that this is mostly because I want someone to talk to about everything today-- and lack of everything-- and she's the person I usually talk to about it.

Ooh.. sounds like an interesting conversation in the Kitchen. Shall automatically eavesdrop. ;)

Ciao.

Ye gods.. -laughs- This is like the Blog wars, isn't it? But I just have to respond to Annie. It feels like backing down if I don't, and I won't be cowed. Not by someone who calls me immoral, and never thinks for the consequences in my thoughts. It's so stupid to harp on a comment so carelessly tossed, and yet I do. I do because for all that we know each other very little, Annie is something of a pillar in my life. She's been in it long enough that it is what she is to me, for all that she participates very little in it.

Better that a life be discarded than let it come into the world unwanted? Who are you to judge if that baby is unwanted? So the parents might not have wanted this baby...what about the grandparents? The neighbors next door who haven't seen a close up baby in a decade? The lonely widower who lives three doors down? God?

I am not the one to judge, nor have I implied that I was. However, I feel that the option should be available to the parents, should they not want to go through the pain of having a child. I know that an abortion can be a painful thing for parents and babies alike. And yet I think it's better than the lifetime of regret that might be left at the parents' door if they should simply abandon the baby to the orphange. At least in death, according to Christian doctrine, the babies are given a chance at happiness.

...every single baby is wanted , in some way or another.

Walk a mile in these sneakers, dear, and say that again. I've heard that comment so many times, and it's always used to cover a hypocrisy, a tyranny. This may just be me. And then again, it may not be.

How can you say that Abortion is right because that child wouldn't be loved anyways, when in reality that child may very well be loved and grow up to become an amazing person.

We all have that self-same potential. And I'm not saying that the child wouldn't be loved anyways, I'm saying that in a way, the parent may always resent them for whatever life course they'd have to take if they bore the child. If they abandoned the child, they may brood upon it with regrets for the rest of their life. And I don't care how they sinned- if you don't have empathy for a person in pain, you're not a true Christian. No one deserves to suffer for the entirety of their lifetime.

How can you know that when that child grows up he or she inspires the world in more ways than you can imagine, when you don't give them the chance? How can you claim that you're doing the child a favor when in truth you just don't know if they will view it as a favor, because they'll never get a chance to plead for their life?

I don't believe I said that I was doing the child a favor. However, in lieu of the unsentinent child, the parents are required to make decisions. You can only sit and pray and hope that they make the correct ones, but in the end, even you, with your forceful brutality and vivid passion for 'what is right', cannot force their hand, force them to do what you want them to do. People are not your pawns, Annie. They are not toys for you, or any Greater Being to manipulate.

We have always been mortal, and bound, chained to our fates. But we can choose what chains we have, and that's what makes us unpredictable.

How can you believe in a society where mistakes are always met by consequences, when in this case mistakes are met by murder?

I prefer to think of it as a mistake being rectified. Not in the best way, perhaps-- because I do know that death isn't the best way to solve this-- but rectified all the same.

The place where we differ, Annie, is that you believe that the child should be spared all the pain at birth, and given more when it is born, and that the parent should suffer, because they sinned. I'd like to spare them pain all around, though the parent may suffer regrets over the abortion. But I can't help that. And as far as I can see, it's the best way to go. But then, in the end, it's still up to the parents.

How can you think that just because people are doing it everywhere, that it's right, morally.

I didn't say that people are doing it everywhere with the implications that it's right- just that people are doing it still, regardless of its morality.

How can you build a government on democracy and justice...what type of justice do those babies get?

Surely you don't think that you were sensible enough to make your own decisions when you were a baby? Some decisions simply have to be made by those who are conscious enough to make them.

And when you make it illegal, maybe, just maybe, people will think twice before trying to play God with their own hands. And Mr. Kerry believes in this...

Have you ever heard the term "flesh of my flesh, and blood of my blood"?

We are no longer God's creations. We are the mutilated, the mutated descendents of the pure beings that God created. We are the warped, the changed, who must live out our lives as best we can. And the best that I can see is to unmake what has been seeded in the womb, late though the plucking be, though early, and it spoil the fruit.

I honestly don't give a damn about Mr. Kerry-- however, you said that he supported legal abortion, which I agreed with. Which was how that came about.

Any more questions?

1.Name: Real name or the name that I go by? o_O
2. Do you like it? The name I go by? Definitely. Avvie thinks that I'm a squibby dork for it, but still.
3. Nicknames: I guess Gwen counts. I want to try Gwyn, but nooo..
4. Screen names: MoroseHarpy?
6. Birthday: 03/15/90
7. Sign: Pisces
8. Location: Mason, OH.
9. Status: Rather depressed, I guess. But gods, doesn't that sound dramatic?
10. Crush: Teatime, naturally.
12. Natural hair color: Black that shines brown in the light.
13. Current hair color: Black that shines brown in the light. But I'm thinking about tipping it with blue right before cutting it.
14. Eye color: I'd like grey contacts. But black.
15. Height: Five foot five point five.
16. Birthplace: Montreal.
17. Shoe size: No idea.
-----------------------------FAVORITES:

1. Number: 9 or 7 or 3.
Color: Black and silver and gold.
3. Day: Saturday
4. Month: December- winter break. The streets frosted with ice and starry snow. What's not to love?
5. Song at the moment: Chained to You, Savage Garden.
6. Movie: I'd say Yu-Gi-Oh, but let's face it, the plot was beyond contempt. So maybe Miss Congeniality? I don't know..
7. Food: Milky Way.
8. Band: Vertical Horizon.
9. Sport: Batminton rocks. With a little shoutout for tennis on the side.
10. Class: Honors English, I guess.
Teacher: Ever? Probably Ms. Ward- she's terribly nice.
Drink: Tomato juice.
14. TV station: Probably Fox-- for FoxBox on the weekends.
Radio station: Whatever plays my favorite songs.
Store: Barnes and Nobles/Chapters/Half-Price Books/Borders.
Expression: "Murr."
18. Animal: Cats- despite impending allergies.
19. Flower: However stupid this is.. roses. The dark red kind that look like blood incarnated.
-----------------------------
1. Me or you: Me, sorry.
2. Coke or pepsi: Neither-- they taste the same.
3. Day or night: Night. Sleep. Internet. Looove iiit.
5. CD or cassette: CD, definitely.
8. Car or truck: Car, of course. Who likes a roaring engine?
9. Tall or short: Languidly lanky, if you please. Short inevitably leads to a stout middle age.
11. *Nsync or BSB?: Backstreet Boys. NSYNC reminds me of a horrible pun.
12. Gap or Old Navy: Neither. I loathe clothes-shopping.
13. Lipstick or lipgloss: Urgh.. DEFINITELY neither!
14. Silver or gold: Can't decide. Silver has that sheeny elegance, but gold is lustrous.
-----------------------------LOVE & RELATIONSHIPS:
1. Do you have a bf/gf?: Not for lack of trying, dear. Incidentally, would you go out with me?
2. Do you have a crush?: Of course.
3. How long have you liked him/her? About one and three-quarters years ago.
-----------------------------THE PRESENT:THE PAST:
1. What is the one thing you would change about your past?: There was once this guy that I liked from about 5-6th grade. He moved in sixth grade after crushing on my best friend.. but I still wish, sometimes, that I'd told him.
Then I could get over him and his fading images, which seem to haunt the present Teatime.
2. What is the biggest mistake you've made in your life?: Not listening to Avvie. This happens often.
4. Last thing you saw?: A Yu-Gi-Oh episode.
5. Last thing you said: "I hate you."
6. What is the last TV show you saw?: Yu-Gi-Oh.
7. What is the last song you heard?: Everything You Want, Vertical Horizon.
-----------------------------WHOSE THE LAST PERSON YOU...
1. Saw?: Mother.
2. Hugged?: Rae..
3. Fought with?: Mother.
----------------------------
1. What are you wearing?: -arches a brow- What would you say if I said.. nothing? Anyway, dark-green long-sleeved shirt, and flared dark-blue jeans that are becoming rather worn.
2. What are you doing?: My history homework. Sort of.
3. Who are you talking to?: Avvie. Myself.
4. What song are you listening to?: In my head, I'm listening to Sheryl Crow's Bad Day.
5. Where are you?: The computer room.
6. Who are you with?: I am entirely alone with my thoughts.
7. Are you online?: Yes.
8. How are you feeling?: Faintly confused/depressed.
9. Are you in a chatroom?: No.
-----------------------------FUTURE:
1. What day is it tomorrow?: Tuesday.
2. What are you going to do after this?: History homework. -shifty eyes-
3. Who are you going to talk to?:Anyone who will answer my questions.
4. Where are you going to go?: My room.
5. How old will you be when you graduate?: Probably seventeen?
What do you wanna be?: A writer, of course.
7. What are your dreams?: I often dream that I'm a smore, being slowly roaste-- right. Ambitious dreams. Erm.. I dream of being famous.
8. Where will you be in 25 years?: Let's see.. I'll be famous, a therapist, and single because despite maturing, I'll still look like hell, and act like the shit that got stepped on, which is definitely not the way to catch a guy. Yes, catch. Like you throw little nets at them.
-----------------------------OTHER:
1. Do you write in cursive or print?: I scrawl. Which means I can't read it.
2. Are you a lefty or a righty?: Right-o.
4. What piercings do you have?: None.
5. Do you drive?: Not at the present time. Come back in a while, dear.
6. Do you have glasses or braces?: Just glasses.

Hit List:
Er..
1) My mother, just because.
2) Annie, who says that I am immoral for supporting same-sex marriages, despite being heterosexual.
3) Judy, who says that she does not know me.

Someone I've known for two years calls me immoral now, and won't take it back.

Someone else I've known for two years says that she doesn't know me that well, doesn't know me at all, and therefore cannot judge.

The only person who agrees with me completely and actually understands my viewpoint lives several states across.

What did I do to get such a screwy life?

The day started off great.. but then swiftly got depressing. I mean.. I don't know Judy that well, but I know her well enough to say that she's nervous-but-not before her presentations, that she likes to talk about other people a bit (read: gossip), that she doesn't get too depressed about herself often, and some other things that're hardly worth mentioning. I know that she's not evil. I know that she can't be immoral; not with the viewpoint of her that I have.

Apparently she doesn't know me the same way.

Annie.. Annie I could have expected this from. Annie has been a traitorous, smiling gossiper from Day One. And she's good at it. And she's so congenial that somehow you just take this in about her, and you don't care, because she's pretty, and she acts friendly, and she's nice, even if she does brush me off all the time. But I wouldn't have expected it from Judy.

I guess I don't know these people after all.

I act muy differente around my Masonites than I do around Rae- with Rae, I'm everything that I've ever wanted to be-- if I'm hyper, she'll understand and be hyper too. If I'm annoyed, and explain it to her, chances are she'll understand why. (Unless it's about an intermediate who's not living up to his/her/its potential, in which case she will most probably defend the intermediate, and probably with good reason.) If I'm joyful, even if she's not there, she shares in my joy. Or something like that.

But with hyperness at Mason.. I get weird looks. Or weirder theories.

Me: -grinning hugely and chattering swiftly about the trip to Tennessee-
Shining: -refers back to previous entry- You talk like you're in love with her and everything. You know, you're going to turn out to be, like, a lesbian or something.
Me: Murr. -_-;;;;;;

It's not so much something against them (I have NOTHING against female blueriders-- trust me on this one!) but I know exactly how heterosexual I am. And I am 100% goldrider-straight.

Besides, what annoys me is that platonicity can't be left on its own; if we obsess about platonic love too much, then it becomes true love, and nevermind heterosexuality. What's WRONG with platonic bonds (no, not that kind of bonds) and the idea that we can love someone without lusting after them?

JUST BECAUSE I THINK THAT RAE UNDERSTANDS ME BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE I'VE EVER MET DOES NOT MAKE ME A LESBIAN.

Now that /that's/ out of my system..

My day was great. I've never actually felt so alive before. And I *was* alive. Every centimeter of me soaked in the sunlight, delighted in the murmurs of the crowd, pushed back when someone pushed against me, and stood tall to every single inch of my 5'5.5"-ness.

I don't think I noticed any specific things about my day that was great, though. It was great in general, very, very broad terms.

Now.. since everyone seems to be taking a stand on the presidential debates thing, let me insert my own two cents, little though they matter (and this is based on what I've read in Annie's blog, because I was too busy spending time down in Tennessee to catch any presidential debates):

I would vote for Bush if I could, just because of that whole Medical Bill thing that Kerry has going for him, and the apparent emptiness.

HOWEVER.

I feel that Kerry has several good points, INCLUDING the whole viewpoint on homosexual marriages and abortion. And since I'm basing this on Annie's blog-stuff, why not just take it directly from the source, and quote from her as well?

"..wait til they get to issues that deal with moral standards/codes. Do you realize that Kerry would:
1. Support legal abortion

All right.. here's my stand on legal abortion (taken partially from Peter David's Knight Life, where I feel he got a really good point going). People are going to abort, regardless of whether it's legal or not. People're aborting NOW. And I don't care what they say about "Oh, it's a little life being discarded.. blahr blahr blahr." I KNOW it's a real life, however little. I KNOW. But better that a life be discarded than let it come into the world unwanted.

And regardless of what you say about adoption, I KNOW. That's why some people, when they get an unwanted pregnancy, don't abort, and carry the baby to term. And then they send them out to an orphanage.

That's damned sad, people. I know that I'd rather die than grow up with total strangers as my parents, and realize, eventually, that somewhere out there, there was someone who saw me, and thought that I wasn't worth keeping. I would rather be dead than realize that there's a maternal bond out there whose bonds are completely adrift.

But hey, that's just me. Maybe you'd enjoy being loved by strangers, hated/resented/uncared-for by the one who is your flesh and blood.

2. Not pick Supreme Court nominee justices who disagreed with legal abortion

That's sensible. If I were president, I would hardly be stupid enough to pick people who disagreed with my policies. I don't CARE what they say about having an equal view-- unanimity is more efficient than an equal view. People who are equal inevitably disagree at some level. That's why inequality was so hard to get rid of- the people at the top were the bosses, the people at the bottom were slaves, and both were too used to it, ingrained into their habits, to understand the betterness of equality.

3. Oppose a constitutional amendment that banned same-sex marriages"

Same-sex marriages sound perfectly A-OK to me. I want to believe in reincarnation. So sometimes the Deity Up There maybe gets a little ironic and puts a guy-soul into a girl-body (or vice versa). And puts his lover into another girl-body (or just of the same gender as the vice versa). That's not their fault, if that happens. Why shouldn't they be allowed to get married if they want to? It is NOT unnatural (and don't you give me that clever little rhyme about Adam and Steve); it is okay.

At least-- and here's my real opinion on it-- it's okay, as long as it's not happening to me.

As long as no lesbians propose to me, I am perfectly happy with the idea of same-sex marriages. Got meh?

Because I don't believe in true love. And having both sexes to choose from would considerably widen your chances of ever finding one. So that's a good thing, in my opinion.

And nowww.. time to go find Annie and pick a fight. :P

(Written under the influence of lack-of-sleep and Blood Canticle. Lestat has changed.)

It's been maybe a few hours, a few minutes, a few seconds since I said goodbye to Rae- originator of the Satanical Duck, which is now mine, mine, MINE- and I' staring at the screen, pure white, of the computer.

I'm in shock.

I'm confused, bemused, and all of those lovely words that roll off of the tongue with a trill.

But don’t start on your pity roll yet, baby, because I'm not done. Don't tell me about how my fantasy world is always better than the reality. In the words of some mortally dead person or another, you ain't seen nothin' yet.

Don't assume that just because I’m in shock, this trip was bad.

In point of fact, this trip might well be one of the best things that's ever happened to me.

I lament all the time, my voice low, my voice high, my voice faint and squeaky to the point where I realize that there’s no way I can be this tired—but I am! I am so tired, but I am enjoying it. I enjoy the weary-in-the-bone ache that courses through my body. It's like another kind of adrenaline. A better but worse kind.

What do I lament?

I lament that there’s no one like me. That everyone is so unique at my school, but always the same, always unlike me. They understand me, but not to the core. They can say what I'll say and do next, but they don't understand the motivations behind that. And most of all, they will never say the same things with me.

I am normal. I am your typical crazy Gothic-touched, tear-ridden teenager who will sit in her bedroom for hours and hours, sitting and staring at the walls and smiling and typing and—

But you’re not here for that. You're here, wondering, was Rae that forty year old rapist after all? Am I? And why am I in shock about the trip in the first place?

Well I'm not forty years old.

And it's odd, because on the trip, while lamenting, I met someone like me. Too much like me.

I'd be sitting there, thinking thoughts of my own, we'd converse and think all the more on it. And I would think and reach a certain thought. And- bam! she would say it. My own thoughts in someone else's mouth.

It happened to the both of us, often enough so that it felt weird, not so often that it got tiresome.

Tiresome.

It's hard to imagine anyone less tiresome than Rae.

There are some people out there who are –damned- gorgeous. They make you want to drool at them, to love and worship them, to strangle them because you know that you can never live up to them. They make you want to laugh because their perfection is absurd in this world, and cry because if it’s so absurd, then what the hell are they doing, existing on this planet?

I'm not one of them.

She's not one of them either, but she's so.. splendid (splendiferous?), in a way. It's hard to imagine someone different, someone vivid as she is. It's hard to imagine someone as alive as she is. But once you do, she exists, she’s alive, and it’s.. something akin to an honor to meet her.

I was flattered.

I mean, come on! You walk in, meet the kind of person whose face and voice you’d never forget, and suddenly, you realize. She’s your idol. She’s everything that you’ve ever looked for in your authors, but most of all, she’s here, she’s alive, and she’s-

Too damned modest for her own good, that’s what she is. (And you know it’s true!)

We had fun- or at least, I did. She gave me a pottery sculpture of a firelizard guarding her eggs, and I gave her six books- two Diana Wynne Jones collections, one Crown Duel, Elvensbane, and two other ones I can’t remember. She gave me a watercolor painting of a blue dragon, and I smiled helplessly because I had nothing else to give her. She gave me a little bobble-head turtle that she’d picked up on the way here and had thought was cute. I smiled and enjoyed the view.

Never have I felt so worthless. She gives me things that she spent time on. The best we can say about my presents were that they cost money, and that they took some time to select.

Time equals money, they say. But what’s the specific proportions?

She had coffee at Cracker Barrel, and I had the blandest hot chocolate I’ve ever tasted.

But hey, who cares? I was grinning too hopelessly to stop at that point. I loved being in her presence. It’s like being in rain after a length drought. Deserts and rain. You know the drill.

We watched Monty Python, sang along to Sir Robin and the Monks’ Chant and the Court of Camelot.. (Monks’ Chant was great. We hit our heads several times over.) We made fun of the Castle of Anthrax specifically because a certain Mary-Sue liked it so much, and we found it hilarious. We would say the same thing at the same time—sometimes in the same wording!—and then we would pause and glare at each other before grinning and starting again where we left off, or maybe somewhere else, newer entirely, and better.

We talked about fencing and dartboards and the Don’t Remind Me game and-

Why am I relating this stuff to you like it’s relevant? You don’t give a damn. But then again, I don’t give a damn about whether you give a damn or not. You’re not important to me unless you were there, or unless I tell you all about it in some medium other than this bland diary. Yes, diary.

We played tarot cards. It was almost enough to make me believe in something supernatural-

(Shit. I’ve just remembered that they invited me to go boating. And me, having the shitty memory of a goat, completely forgot! Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!)

I am very strictly heterosexual. This has held true through everything, and I think it still does. I think, I think, I think. There are still some very beautiful people out there of both genders that I’m not afraid of admiring, though. There are some people that I’m not afraid to confess are gorgeous, striking, and vivid.

So I’m loosely heterosexual. Like an interpretation of the American Constitution.

But- as I’ve said once before- if she or I was a guy, Teatime wouldn’t exist for me. And it honestly, honestly wouldn’t matter at all about North Carolina. So many hours away, but not so distant by IM or phone.. Technology has its uses. For all that its mortal spawn are weak and puling, there is something distantly beautiful about the hum of a machine- a live one.

It’s good to have technology, for all that it breeds people like us, who could not survive without our computers and our comfortable little beds and lives. Evolution is supposed to breed us until we’re stronger. I’m the weakest of the weak, but I feel proud, because somewhere deep within me, my mind is of a clone of Rae’s.

And of course, it’s an honor to be cloned after a genius of such magnitude. Even if the scientists did fail, and make me inferior.

So you can see me now. Dark-haired, unwashed, but content. Glaring at the computer, but smiling on the inside like there’s nothing better in the world than what I’m doing now. Sitting, typing, livingbreathingsmiling.

And you know what?

(Don’t say what, that’s so cliché and clueless. Pick something else, why don’t you!)

I honestly don’t think there is anything better in the world.

----

Yeah.. that was written under Lestat’s influence. Sorry for the excessive swearing and all that, but I can slip so easily into Lestat’s voice.

This weekend was great. Can’t you tell?

I've just realized that my life is very, very simple.

Most of my confusion originates from Teatime, so therefore, decisions about him are just whether I tell him or not. (Not, definitely.) Everything else is just emotion, which is negligible. (Oooh.. vocab word. xD)

My other confusion originates from Mum, who thinks that I love her, and is therefore at peace with the world. But then again, it doesn't really matter what she thinks, so long as my Internet is a continuous flow.

But the simplest things in life are best.. and what's simple is that I'm going to be driven to Knoxville tomorrow, to meet Rae on Saturday!(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Excessive punctuation must be forgiven, in this case. I'm happy enough that even Annie noticed.

..All right, maybe I helped a bit, by saying this:

MoroseHarpy (5:57:31 PM): I want to see people now, just so I can smile and hug them!

Yeah.. so.. -laughs-

Can you blame me?

Oh yeah.. and I just remembered.

Kevin-of-the-ECA-project-whom-I-thought-was-nice-because-he-thought-I-was-funny is no longer in favor. Why? Because he jokingly nominated me for HC Queen.

Thank the thousand little gods his is the only vote. But did he really have to tell me?

Then again.. he did nominate Cory-and-Betty as the HC-Royal-Couple. Which was rather funny..

If they get elected for it together, I'll attend HC just to take plenty of pictures.

I haven't worked on my novels in forever. Avvie hasn't spoken to me in forever-- I'm assuming it's because I was too stupid last time-- and I've failed two things in the meantime. My life is going wonderfully, I assure you.

Things have to get better from here on.. and I hope I'll have an extra dose of luck on the weekend. Knoxville, here I come!

Yesterday:

Why do guys have to be so childish?

Why?

And why does the school board have to be so stupid as to show a documentary on animal sex in BIOLOGY? I've had health already, thank you, I know about the whole reproduction thing, and I've had quite enough of it to last (read: scar) me for the rest of my life.

It didn't help that the narrator had to say sex instead of reproduction every other word. I mean, I appreciate drilling the concept in as much as you can so that the audience will stop giggling. But honestly, every other word? Particularly in an audience where about half the members are teenage boys, who are inevitably revolting, and whose minds resemble sewers?

Stupidity isn't quite sufficient to address the people who wrote that documentary. I want to throttle their scripter. And the guy who came up with its title: The Triumph of Life. How about The Triumph of Red Pigmentation In The Cheeks Of Whoever Watches This Documentary In a Co-Ed Class?

Nick-whatever made a nicely satirical comment in ECA that I have to record in here for future notice:

Mr. Roberts: A stock share is something that you pay the company loads of money for, so that you are able to vote in its major decisions.
Nick: (laughs) Sounds just like America.

Of course, this is also the guy who thinks that he looks "damned sexy" in a suit. So maybe I'll just erase his name in the future..

Today was a relatively good day, and I mean that.

First, a little confession: Just to keep whatever weirdos who actually /read/ my blog and know me personally from finding out who Teatime is, yes, I do lie about when I see him.

What, you thought that I really saw him every day? Natch. :P I'm hardly ever *that* lucky.

But today.. I wasn't even looking for him from where I usually see him-- and he was abruptly there. And I nearly fell /up/ the stairs in surprise-- which would've been bad, I suppose. More surprise than anything else, so I think there's a little room for relief here.. although I feel none.

Spanish wasn't that bad, although I spent most of the period wishing I could carefully-- methodically-- strangle Katie Seppella. There are some people out there who don't know when enough is enough. But unfortunately, Katie doesn't even know when too much is too much! She drives me insane-- literally.

And she chews gum loudly, and annoyingly, and shouts at the wrong times. And has the most unmusical voice that I've ever heard. In a symphony, her voice would be the cheese grater. It's almost as bad as mum's bloody boyfriend's voice; /his/ is loud and uncomfortable. It reminds me somewhat of an amoeba, except with less grace.

But then again, I should be used to it by now. Only a couple more weeks to go, and I'll (hopefully) never see the people from my first trimester again.. Except for the people at lunch. :) I like my current lunch; it has everyone that I want to see in it.

And I nearly fell asleep in AP History.. -blush-

Lucky we weren't doing anything big today..

It picked up a bit in English, where OUR GROUP GOT DONE FIRST! IN YOUR FACE, ANNIE!

Erm.. I mean..

-coughs-

-looks away-

And in Bio.. the test was bad, but not as bad as I thought it'd be. So that, too, was good. And then there was ECA.. where all I had to do was sit and watch other people's interviews.. (One of them did a little thing from Anaconda: Hunt for the Blood Orchid. Which was cute/funny, although I think I'm the only one who caught that reference to the movie. Although they borrowed Cory's jacket-ish thing for the presentation; went on snickering for a while.)

So yeah. Life is.. not horrible. :)

Now if only AG would *load*.. >.<

Today was a pretty good day, I guess.. :) I got away without suffering in ECA (except for the bits where I had to take two pictures of Ms. Bell, although I suppose that was technically more funny than painful), and I think we did our Interview pretty well.. for all that I won't admit it to the one person who congratulated me on it.

And during the rest of the day, I took pictures.

I love the power that the camera gives me; people will automatically show me a face that they give the whole world. Occasionally (sans la camera) I get this brushoff look from people; the look that says, "Bugger off, twerp". But people almost never do that to a camera. And for all that we know, these days, that cameras don't steal bits of your soul, nevertheless there's power in a camera. And it's almost intoxicating. And certainly I'm basking in the fact that I snapped a picture in the hallway.. of you know very well whom. If I'm lucky, I caught the back of his head. If I'm not.. then ah well. I can't bring myself to be too irritated or angry- today was a good day, and I'm basking quietly in the glory of it all.

I still have to take it back to school tomorrow and get the rest of the photos. Who knows-- maybe I'll get Natalie to give me a single photo; I'd like to introduce Rae to her namesake of sorts, after all.. though the two are nothing alike. (Natalie, after all, wasn't even sure whether there were molecules in soup, back in ninth grade..) And if I can, I'll get Tiffany too; the only other Pern-fan that I know of who lives in Mason. And maybe Conor and Caroline, if I can.. although I'll stay greatly away from Andrew Browning and Spenser Tepe. For all that they irritate me to pieces, and I want to show Rae what they look like.. I *hate* them. Hate them too much to take their pictures and hope even slightly that my grip won't shatter the camera.

Ah well.