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First off, I'm starting to feel bad about the fact that I've got friends-locked entries. On the one hand, it is of course MY journal and I can write whatever the heck I want -- but then on the other hand, I feel like I should be willing to own every single word I type. Like if I really don't want this or that person to read what I say I'm a bad person, two-faced et cetera. Whee.

I'm seriously considering taping signs to the wall of my school saying something along the lines of "International Tape Things To Walls Day is *insertdayhere*!!! Celebrate by taping posters to the wall, attending the bake sale in the cafe during lunch and the meeting during ACA, and coming to the forum on 'Duct Tape or Scotch? A Sticky Question' during block 4! Come to the forum even if you're not interested in the issue -- you can skip class!"

I'm telling you, the only thing it's missing to fit right in here is a couple misspellings and a bit of innuendo.

And the Spark's gender test confirms (again) that I'm a guy. *shrugs* Whatever.

So I have this friend who's currently off at boarding school in Vermont. He wanted to come back home to MA this weekend, he told me two weeks ago, and he needed somewhere to stay. ( ranting & raving )

To make me feel better, I'll now ramble about what I'm wearing. Comfy blue jeans, white three-quarter sleeved collared shirt over black tank top. Grey socks, black shoes, silver wristwatch. Ponytail. Silver v-shaped celtic-knot-type-necklace -- very pretty, obtained at KRF. When I get up to leave the school computer lab, I'll put my black leather jacket back on, and pick up my red messenger bag and black planner that everyone thinks is a CD case because it's square & about the right size. And I'm wearing the black and pinkishred scarf I made last year, which is nice and thick, and quite literally as long as I am tall. Yay!

I can't find the forms I have to fill out for Insurance Fun Time. This scares me.

I still haven't finished even the first set of forms for MIT early app'ing. This depresses me.

Also, I have a headache.

Instead of doing anything about any of this, I took a random quiz.

( oooookay! i mean soooooo good! )

This one I made for my dear little sister, who loves her rock and her mutant pancake. Don't ask.



Maybe I should go do my homework. *considers* Nah.

Having way too much fun with my comic feeds here.



...and my favorite:

I think maybe I've posted this here before -- but just in case... ( alison is... )

Instead of actually studying for my math test like I SHOULD have, I returned that one review I've been meaning to reciprocate for ages now on fictionpress.com. Yes, I am a sucker who feels obliged to write paragraphs and paragraphs to anyone who bothers to leave a "uh i liekd it it's good". Though I haven't touched the fanfiction.net ones (they tend to take even longer, since these people will insist on writing stories rather than nice short poetry), and there were one or two in there that just completely made my day that I really wanted to let the person know meant something. Will do soon, really.

Guess I should go study now. Hm. I wonder if I have any homework?

I wonder if it's a bad sign that I need to wonder that?

Yes, this will be whining. Be forewarned.

I was stupid enough to procrastinate all weekend, and now I'm facing the consequences. Yay, consequences.

Though I will critique and edit others' stuff till the cows come home, I absolutely despise rewriting my own work. It's a strange mixture of being attached to the inanitybrilliance of my own words and the pain of rereading what I've written and realizing how terrible it is. So I've been trying to fix my English essay for an hour now, and I'm completely unable to focus on it. Blecch.

I left the essay I had to edit at mom's, and while she was looking for it for me to bring it over she found the pop quiz I got a 44 on. I realize that the grade sucks beyond belief, but I already beat myself up over it and I really really don't want to again, okay? And I told her about the grade, I really did, I told her I did badly though maybe she thought I was exaggerating, and I think I told her about it last month when I took the quiz, as opposed to last week when I got it back. Still. Grr argh.

I've also got to fill out a form for my physics teacher so she can write a recommendation for me. Oh, and get one of the Parentals to help me set up the online app stuff for MIT, since I lack the requisite credit card. I'm thinking at this point I pretty much haven't a prayer of getting an interview, which sucks because it seems to about double one's admission chances. Some days I hate the world, and myself most of all.

I like orange juice though. Mm, orange juice. (This is the result of my sudden resolution to end every one of these rants with something positive if it kills me.)

-- But before I ramble, I'll say happy birthday to my big sister who I refer to here as Rinoa, and who will probably not read this, but happy birthday anyways. She's eighteen today.

So I finally got to King Richard's Faire today. It was awesome, as always. Once more my very favorite part was their hilarious Royalty Sings and Dances show... it never fails to crack me up. This year it was "Who Wants to Marry a Monarch?", with such musical gems as "Your Heads Will Roll When I'm Queen". (Think "I Just Can't Wait To Be King", from The Lion King. Except twisted.) The "Shakespeare's Shadows" show was disappointing -- probably mostly because the stage they were performing on is surrounded on three sides by seating, so they were trying to play to the whole audience, but with no anachronistic amplifying equipment the effect was mostly to make it so each part of the audience heard a different third of the lines. Also, I guess I was kind of hoping for something a bit more creative than just performing Macbeth.

The shopping, as always, was fascinating and varied. Lots of leathercrafters this year, including at least two shoe shops. Interesting costume shops, many hat/flower garland places. Neat jewelry -- I got a necklace with a celtic-knot type charm. And a KRF t-shirt, because I decided I really desparately needed one. And the CD of one of the groups I heard playing, because I fell in love with the song "Nonesuch" that they performed.

The jousting was marred by the people in the front who insisted on standing, meaning that all the people sitting on the ground behind them couldn't see a thing. Yes, we know you're wearing nice costumes. So are we. Suck it up, all right? There were a few nasty comments exchanged, which kinda ruined some of my mood. It seems like at faires everyone is usually pretty considerate, kind, have a decent sense of humor, especially the ones who get dressed up for the event. But there were people exchanging decidedly 20th century insults and being all blech -- and I'd rather hold on to that illusion that this is a place a bit freer from bickering and petty everyday problems. Oh, well.

Then we went to Papa Gino's for pizza after, with half of the family still wearing costumes, which made me grin. Love seeing the reactions, or lack thereof.

Oh yeah, and: ( The World is MINE! quiz )