Hole

...
YAY!
I landed (well, not really. Technically you can't land one...) a front-hip circle.
But I also kind of have a hole in my hand.
Oh no, it doesn't go all the way through.
(That's be ick.)
My skin tore off.
It's circular (more or less...) and is about 1cm in diameter.
So Monday practice, I did bars for the first time in....well, a long time...and the callus tore off.
It was very angry and red and painful, but not that bad.
It was basically healed when I went to the meet yesterday, but then the healed layer and the skin underneath it tore too.
Then it bled ALL OVER THE PLACE, which was really quite disgusting and ew and ick and unsanitary and chalky and bloody.
...
Yeah.
So the coach put tape on it which made it hurt a lottt but at least it wasn't bleeding everywhere, right?
Yes.
Then I did my routine and did the front-hip thingy for the FIRST TIME (:O) during the competition (I was like, whoa! I'm still on the bar XD) and then the hole hurt and bled everywhere and I took the tape off and it bled more.
Isn't that a beautfiul story?

OMG!
I feel so HD-ful, like the HD part of ADHD.
I's got plenty of concentration!
...
Not really.

LMAO.
Apparently it's normal for kids to get counseling.
I've met three people already, and that's only the ones who talk about it.
(kinda scary.)
Right-oh.
Time for me to...
Well, not do homework, because I don't have school.
-shiftyeyes-
Oh well!
Toodles. :D

45 Minutes

I've got that much time to study for the Chinese semifinals.
And finish my Chinese homework.
My head hurts.

I'm so excited for Winter Break!
One week of school left!
That's only 5 days!
It's insane :D
After Winter Break, there will only be 3 weeks left in the semester.
Meep.
I need to make sure my classes are all still As ><;

Gymnastics is sooo fun.
:D
You guys should do it next year!
(If not for the PE credit.)
I still kind of suck, but that's okay 'cause most of the other people aren't too great either :P

I'm sleepy. .__.
So how is life for you guys?
I want to hear all about Tolo at Newport.
(Geez, why is yours so early?)
Anddd,,, the latest PRISM junk XP

Got to go...do my homework.
><;
40 minutes left, now.
Toodles!

Sleigh Riding

You know, now that I think about it, I've never actually seen a sleigh.
Have you?

Last year in History, I think the only real thing I learned was that reindeer are real.
Real!
Dude! (Omg, I spelled that 'dood' earlier today. It'd be funny it that weren't so pitiful.)
That implies that Santa is real, too.
That's spiffytastical beyond belief :)

GAH, I is mad at Pei.
Not infuriated (that'd be bad) but horribly, terribly, upset.
>.>
She was terrorizing my buddeh.
<.<
Well, not really.
More like instructing my buddy to do something evil that would terrorize me x.x
Bad Pei.
Shameshameshame.
I mean, seriously.
That is so low, man.
Telling Ryan to ask me whether I like blogging or not?
I totally freakedd.
Well, not really.
I just stared.
For a long time.
And squeaked once.
But then I discovered that he had been instructed by an evil Newport girl to ask me that x.x
Oh yeah, while we're on that topic, have you (Pei) moved your blog somewhere, or did you just delete it?
Wait, that's right, I think you moved it somewhere.
Crap.
I forgot where.
Dood (there it is again...-sigh-), I forgot.
Oh, crapazoid.
Now I have to go allll the way over to logging in on FB, then alllll the way back.
Too lazy for that.
I'll figure out later.

ANYWHOO.
Yesterday I went to my first gymnastics meet!
I actually made it on to varsity vault 8l
Insane, I know!
And if I pull off a front handspring on vault (I'm close! If only I stopped landing on my butt...) I'll be in varsity fsho. :)
Lettering in freshman year would be amayyyzing for my resume.
;D

Alrighty, I've got to do Chinese homework now.
Toodles (and out!) :D

Jingle Bells

:LSIJE:NBK:JFL:SDJ FLM;lfcjwioerjagpofkv.
>.>
My brother keeps singing that.
Along with the national anthem and a random, tuneless song from Guitar Hero, of course.
...
Ooh! We bought World Tour for PS3, and it's reallyyy fun.
The drums are insane >.>
My arm is sore.
Pitiful times ten, I know.
...
That reminds me, I need to borrow Kristen and Claire from Ivy.
Yesyes, I'll need to do that before I forget the 98 pages of Kristen I read today.
That would suck.
Hey, I think I brought a book over.
Hrm.
Maybe I'll go read that.
And take a shower.
Wash my hair.
Go to sleep.

Perfect!
It's a plan.
Sorry about wasting a minute of your life.
It probably didn't take you that long to read this, but I'm sure if you included loading and clicking and scrolling, it would more-or-less be about right.
Yeah?
Yeah.
This didn't waste my time though, no-siree!
I had fun.
Fun is a good way to spend time.
Time is complicated.
Okay, I'm done.
DonedonedonedoneBYE!

I'm Sorry

I hate how my mom blames me for doing ruining things, even if she began the downward spiral.
Yesterday we went Black Friday shopping, and I spent about $220, and my mom was yelling at me about it today.
However, the things I bought were a dress for piano, two pairs of shoes that were also for piano, and a haircut.
She says that she felt I ruined the day yesterday because I was in a bad mood after spending all that money, and I had been selfish because I was upset about letting my little brother go to the Museum of Flight. I found this very frustrating because even though I was upset at first because it was unplanned, after my mom explained once that he deserved some fun too, I was fine. She had to add that I was being very selfish for not thinking of him, which ticked me off because I hadn’t said there was anything wrong with him going to do whatever he felt like doing.
When I frowned at her telling me that I was selfish, she repeated herself several times, which I found frustrating and irritating, and only served to further aggravate my already deteriorating mood.
Because I was so pissed off, she thought I ruined her day because I was in a bad mood, and that made her mad too.
Then today, my grandma came in to tell me that they were going to Bellevue Square.
I had no idea, but I said I couldn’t because yesterday my mom told me if I didn’t do my homework all today, I couldn’t go to the gathering tomorrow.
My brother laughed at me, but that’s what little brothers do.
My mom came in to tell me that I couldn’t go because I had to do my homework, even though I already knew this. She isn’t a mind-reader, so I told her I already thought of that. Then she asked me why I was so mad, even though I wasn’t. She told me that I was being selfish for wanting to go to Bellevue Square because I had already bought things yesterday, and she was taking my brother so they could go to Build-A-Bear, like she had agreed.
I bit my lip and didn’t say anything, and she got mad at me for not listening.
I’m really frustrated with my mom because she keeps calling me selfish and inconsiderate, and I can’t say anything back or she’ll just repeat herself over and over again.
Yesterday was plenty of fun until my mom started complaining about how much money I spent. When I told her it was all for piano, and the haircut a necessary part of life, she said she wouldn’t have bought me the things if I didn’t need them.
That was acceptable, too. But then she continued to say that I shouldn’t have been so grumpy about my brother and it didn’t make sense that he shouldn’t have fun when I could. The thing was, I didn’t really have any fun at all because my mom was complaining about how expensive things were the whole time, which really ruined everything.
I was happy and excited about my new dress and the pairs of dress shoes, and overjoyed about my overdue haircut, but she kept giving me lectures about how I shouldn’t buy everything I see and like because most of it is unnecessary.
I got mad and snapped this morning when my mom told my grandma that I spent over $200 yesterday because my grandma said that I shouldn’t spend all that money even though it wasn’t as if I was wasting the money. I told my mom that she shouldn’t have put it that way because it was something we had planned to buy a long time ago. She said she wouldn’t be so unhappy about the money I spent if I had been happy about my purchases, which I had been until she started talking about how selfish I was and how much I had bought in comparison to how much she, my grandma and my brother had bought yesterday. I just find it really frustrating that she needs to insult me about being unfair even though I understand that Derek gets everything I get, and I’m not really upset about things until she makes me upset, abut then she blames me for being upset in the first place.
I’m sorry if that didn’t make any sense, but I really needed to get things out.
I hate that I’m crying about something as stupid as this.
I’m sorry that I probably just ruined your day by dumping this on you.

Boyfriend

Got one! :3
Ryan asked me today via poem.
It was really random and funny XD
Yeahh.
I had nothing to do during freewrite so I wrote this as a reply:
Peek-a-boo!
I like you too.
Take a guess,
My answer is yes.

XP
And a:
Oh my!
Here's a pie.

...The second bit was really random, but I was all rhymed up and stuff, you know?
XPP

I'm totally on a high. :DD

Blogger

Hey guys,
I just wanted to mention how glad I am that I met the great glob of all you happy, awesome people in PRISM. You guys are ever-inspiring and always come up with the most unexpected, wonderful ideas. :)
My life's been dull and shallow and...stupid...lately, and so that's what my blog posts have been all about. XD
I can't make any promises about improvement, because I think my hs career will maintain that level of deepness. XP It's been fun, though. I'm rediscovering my childhood ^ ^
I think I'm physically healthier than I've been for like, the past 4 years. Be proud of my lessened chance of getting heart disease. (woot!)
Yes, I'm getting stupider.
But hey, that means I'm normal, right?
...
-nudge-
Right?
XD
LOL. I haven't made it to any of the ms PRISM gatherings, which is kind of depressing. It'd be nice to have one soon, right? People are so busy. :l
Oh well. I'll figure it out.
Hope to see you guys soon!

<3
/Theresa

January 24

Date of Tolo at MI.
Interlake is supposed to be sometime in January, too.
Wow, Newport Tolo is really quite early, isn't it?
That's rather unusual.
It's so unfair how MI tickets cost $5 more than the ones at Interlake. Or practically any other school, I'd guess.
...
I think we have better decorations and food, though.
;P

Right-o.
Anyways, I'm trying to brainstorm...
Ya know, it's really hard to think of a way to ask a guy.
I mean, patooey.
Seriously.
Maybe I'll just steal an idea from someone at Newport, who'll already have experienced stuff.
Hrmm.
Ryan likes puns?
I'll go search for more stuff like the 'canoe go to Tolo with me' thing.
And maybe throw in a couple of poems and...dots. The candy. He's obsessed.
...
-scratches head-
I've still got two months. XD

Raii

Ooh! I lovee the canoe idea XDD
I bet he'd love that. :D
LOL, I'm totally using that.
Except not a real canoe.
'Cause you know, those are kinda heavy...and I'm not like, superman.
.__.

Flexible?
About that...
Probably not really.
I suppose I'm close to doing the front splits, but my left leg forward is soo much better than right.
I'm about 9 inches away from the ground? Something like that. It varies from day to day.
I'm so soree though.
I can do a back hip circle (I tried, and magically did it the first time o__O) but can't do a front hip circle...no matter what I do. -twitches- It's so irritating ><

Ohhh, and I have a 'dilemna'. I think I spelled that wrong.
Anyways, one of the girls that has been really nice to me (a freshman, this time) was talking to me about R and she asked me if I liked him.
Well, 'like', sure. But a full-blown crush? I dunno. I suppose I'm interested...more or less. It's like a hobby or something. Stress on the something.
She, who I shall call A, took this as confirmation and went to jabber to random people (she didn't tell anyone...she pinky-sweared? Her idea, not mine...) and came back today with the news that R is planning on 'asking me out'.
I was like, 'Ahhhh...-die-'
You know?
Not really.
I'll just assume you don't.
Anyways, I was all awkardified and R comes up to me and says hi and has no idea what's going on.
So what do I do?
He's like, my best friend at MI.
Depressing, I know.
Why does this happen to me?
Because our camaraderie (once again, ignore my lame spelling skills) is like the best I've got right now.
And you know relationships...they're kinda...irritating. And...well, irritating.
They always end in disaster.
Or something like that.
At least you learn from them.
But he's like, my only friend (well, not really, but the only one I can talk to about classes and not totally lose because he's in 3 of mine, and has taken the others last year) and he's totally chill about my freshman-ness. Every other sophomore or junior is like 'omg you're so freaking smart'. -.- Irritating. I'm bringing Helen or Michael to school one day.
Or something.
I know as a certainty he will ask, and this will change things.
My only issue is that if I say no, I'll be sad, he'll be sad, but things might return to normal.
If I say yes, it's a commitment and will end in dunno-what and relationship will be permanently changed.
Irritating, right?
Precisely.
I mean, he's adorable and all, but I kind of enjoy being single.
A lot.

He's had a girlfriend (or multiple, I dunno) before, which is good.
Experience implies better skills?
But you never know.
I'm so confused.
I'm going to bribe (well, ask) A to bother R some more so I have more information.
Hahahah.
This is bloody insane.

Half Turn

Gah. Gymnastics is so bad for my self-esteem.
I must say that XC was worse, but still...
Ugh. Oh well!
I have an overlarge confidence, anyways, so it's not too big of a deal.
I guess.
Ho-hum.
I should probably go work on my projects.
Yeah...

Ooh! Raiii-an. :) I'm working on it. ;D
I'm going to ask him to Tolo...even if that's in January. Planning ahead is good...most of the time.
XD
Anyways, it's looking pretty good.
Do you guys have asking ideas?

Blah.
I'd better work.
Sorry about this lame random useless post.
Heh.
Toodles!

Gymnastics

I was drafted (well, actually I signed up to begin with but was mobbed by people who realized I was just going to ditch until Lenny--the coach--took me off the list) into Gymnastics.
Geez, I suck at sports so ridiculously much.
At least, if I stick around for four years, it shows up as a 'v' and the college people won't know anything, correcto?
Precisely. You've got to love my plans.
I think I'm going totally OCD-tastic with plans.
I have three new projects that were all assigned around the same time! And all three are group projects--what a pain.
For English, I have to write a childrens' storybook version of Daniel Quinn's Ishmael. (I'm too lazy to underline, bear with me.)
I'm working with Ryan on that. Lol, Mr. Twombley (English teacher) said all 95 of us English 10 Honors class people could work together. He was laughing evilly. Not cool. >.>
For History, I have to write part of a Roman Newspaper. Kind of like that Medieval Europe Newspaper project we did in seventh grade, remember that? That was among the most pooptastic projects I ever had to live through. The time period my group ended up was Paul the Apostle and the Spread of Christianity. We weren't really looking at the teacher, so we ended up choosing last T__T
I'm working with Ryan (again) and two other guys for whom I'm not completely certain the names of. I think one of the is Alan and the other has a name that sounds kind of like 'Davin'. Hm. I guess I should probably figure that out quickly, right?
For Spanish (amazing, homework in Spanish? I know! I actually have a lot of Spanish homework. It's surprising, but I think I'm actualy improving), I have a project on artists. I decided on Greco, the earliest Spanish artist--unfortunately, this means that we are presenting first. Isn't that ridiculous? Yeah. Precisely.
I'm working with Ana, a sophomore. Well, all of them are sophomores. Everyone I mentioned, I mean. I mean, freshmen? Pah. (Not really, they just aren't there. Lol.) She doesn't really care about whatever she has to do, but I know she's pretty good at stuff. So I decided on the artist (Greco) and I'm doing the biography (in Spanish, ew) and she is describing the artist's style and paintings. Amazing, isn't it? Yeah.
I was so mad at the library today...
There are 6 Greco-related books in kcls, but not a single one was at MI!
I was very, very mad.
D<
Anyways, I put them all on hold and was happy to realize no other people had stolen the books so I get a copy of each. Hahahah. Hahah.
...
That's all for today!
Bye :)

Grade Point Average

I proudly present to you…my beautiful quarter grades!
It stands at a lovely pointed 4. rounded 0 right now, in case you are wondering.
I don’t think that’ll last very long though.
Firstly, my math grade was mysteriously boosted from an A-, 2% away, to an A.
Interesting.
By the way, an A is 94% and above.
Math is most definitely evil.
So I don’t know what happened.
Mr. Jahncke does drop a test grade every quarter though—whatever your worst test score is.
That’s pretty cool.
Either way, I have an A is math right now. Doubtless it is the lowest possible.
In case you were wondering, an A figures in as a 4.0 while an A- figures as a 3.7.
That’s a huge difference, you know.
Not that it matters—quarter grades don’t count.
At least it make me happy.
:)
Also, in Spanish my teacher promises weekly preterite/imperfect quizzes because the class did so badly.
That sucks, alright?
The imperfect/preterite test we took before was the only non-A test I took.
Guess what I got on it.
It was out of 18.
…
Given that the probability of you answering that correctly was 1/19, I’ll just assume you were wrong.
I received a 13.
Isn’t that amazing?
By the standards of my Spanish class on that test, not too badly.
But I failed.
I’m not too worried about failing that test—I’m more worried about lots and lots of those tests, and failing every single one of those.
Did you know that I received a B or below on every preterite/imperfect test I took in Spanish 2?
It appears to be that the pattern continues.
Joy.

Oh right, and Pei—could you stop freaking Ryan out? He thought Terry was a guy and you said “Terry talks about you all the time” and he was…disturbed.
It was pretty funny.
Anyways, he was kind of having a panic attack (not really) at lunch when he thought of it.
…
He thinks you’re weird.
…

Alright, toodles!

Laugh Out Loud

I'm keeping my promise! Don't laugh.

LOL though, this random person commented on my old blog and was like, "you write very well."
I wondered what on earth she (I'm assuming, by the username) was talking about until I looked at the post, which was completely composed of consonants and numbers.
Isn't that beautiful?
XDD
That person totally made my day.

Now that I actually think about it, it's actually pretty difficult to write like that. It's like...unnatural.
XO

Oh yeah, for anyone out there who was reading Dumbledore's Mistake, I updated. Chapter 6 is up now.
I totally didn't take 2 months to write a crappy chapter, if you know what I mean.

La! I have a special story for you.
Well, not really.
...
Anyways, he-who-must-not-be-named (hwmnbn for short) speed skates.
He came to school on Monday and gave a wheel XD
The conversation was as follows:
Me: ...
Him: XD
Me: ... o__O
Him: It's a wheel.
Me: ...I can see that.
Him: Yeah, just wanted to show you that.
Me: ...That's...cool?
Him: -goes on rant about speedskating stuff-
Me: o__O

Yeah.
I don't think I quite captured the mood of the conversation. It was really quite confusing. The wheel is pretty cool though. It's abnormally large.
Anyways, I have a skating wheel now. Just one. And it's sitting on my table. It's a pretty unusual souveneir.

Lol, isn't that soo weird? Pretty amusing though.
He is...a special child.
...
Aren't we all?

So tell me a bit about your lives!
Pei, I think I should probably meet this random guy you keep talking about.
I mean, anyone who Pei's obsessed about needs...scrutinizing.
.__.
For your best interest, of course.
We can rough him up a bit ;D

Twitch.

I have no words that can express the extent of my frustration towards...
PRESTON.
D<<
How could you?
I am like, horrified.
(Darn, used like again. Toobad.)

GAH.

" I don't wanna be a 'boyfriend'... dun like that word because to me it's allways seemed like a chain, some kind caging word that... iono. That too easily becomes an identity. Too easily becomes a trap that stalls days, makes me vuenrable, takes away my will, passion. I wanna be more than that... emotionally, not out of obligation or title... a real good friend, that happens to love her."

Do you see that?
Does you see that?
GAH!
I is tearing my hair out in STRESS right now.
GEEZ.
EGAD.
How is that?

And you guys are doing...stuff.
EGAD!
Horrible, terrible, AHHH.
x.x;;;;

...
NO, I'M NOT ALRIGHT.
I not understand!
I know it's just a label and just a word, but it's an IMPORTANT word 'cause our whole society is MADE OF WORDS.

-runs around screaming-

Your Face

Isn't that just like, a beautiful insult?
"I know, right?"
Omg, I'm like, happy in school now.
It's bleeding fantastic.
Wahoo!
I use 'like' too much.
I should change it to...something like... (ah! Used it again! Except that time was proper...) "similar to".
Yesyes, that's what I'll do.
Instead of saying 'like' I'll say 'similar to'.

Lalala I is happiful 'cause I'm on the road to sucess!
I'maeatthefacesoffatpeople.
Ew, that would actually be really gross.
You get the idea.
Or not.
I don't quite get it myself.
Hey, did you know that they sell cucumber-scented perfume?
And it actually smells like fresh cucumber.
I love it!
Bought a bottle and it's similar to my best friend.
Hahah, what now, you stupid little four-lettered word.
Wow, that sounds ridiculously retarded.

Ooh!
I is like similar to, obsessed.
Just like similar to Pei, likesimilar to!
Ahh!
Three in a row.
x.x
Let's fix that.

...
It doesn't really work.
OH WELL, TOO BAD FOR THE STUPIDNESS OF ENGLISH CONNOTATIONS.
Bah.

I like him.
He-who-must-not-be-named-who(thankfully)-isn't-Voldemort.
Dunno where I want it to go, but it's pretty spifftastic.
;D

Ishmael

“Given an expanding food supply, any population will expand. This is true of any species, including the human. The Takers [us, you] have been proving this here for ten thousand years. For ten thousand years they’ve been steadily increasing food production to feed an increased population, and every time they’ve done this, the population has increased still more.”
“Why increase food production?”
“To feed the millions who’re starving.”
“And as you feed them will you extract a promise that they will not reproduce?”
“Well…no, that’s not part of the plan.”
“So what will happen if you feed the starving millions?”
“They’ll reproduce and our population will increase.”
“Without fail. This is an experiment that has been performed in your culture annually for ten thousand years, with completely predictable results. Increasing food production to feed an increased population results in yet another increase in population.”
--
“You’ve seen the ads for sending food to starving peoples around the world?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever seen ads for sending contraceptives?”
“No.”
“Mother Culture talks out of both sides of her mouth on this issue. When you say to her population explosion she replies global population ctonrol, but when you say to her famine she replies increased food production.”
--
“An increase in food production in Nebraska doesn’t necessarily produce a population increase in Nebraska. It may produce a population increase somewhere in India or Africa.”
“Are you suggesting that First World farmers are fueling the Third World population explosion?”
“Ultimately, who else is there to fuel it?”
--
“You need to take a step back from the problem in order to see it in global perspective. At present there are five and a half billion of you here, and, though millions of you are starving, you’re producing enough food to feed six billion. And because you’re producing enough food for six billion, it’s a biological certainty that in three or four years there will be six billion of you. By that time, however (even though millions of you will still be starving), you’ll be producing enough food for six and a half billion—which means that in another three or four years there will be six and a half billion. But by that time you’ll be producing enough food for seven billion (even though millions of you will still be starving), which again means that in another three or four years there will be seven billion of you. In order to halt this process, you must face the fact that increasing food production doesn’t feed your hungry, it only fuels your population explosion.”

Frightening, isn’t it?
Basically we have to let all these people starve to death, or we have to extract agreements for them not to reproduce. Or for them to reproduce at a constant rate. And we ourselves must follow this rule as well.
This was taken from the book Ishmael by Daniel Quinn.

Pan de Muerto

Yay!
It smells soooo good.
I can't eat it, though.
I have to bring it to Spanish class tomorrow if I want those extra credit points.
-shiftyeyes-

In case you were wondering, "Pan de Muerto" means "Bread of Dead" (or just Dead Bread). No, it's not emo bread. (Hahah, that's a funny thought.) It's bread used to honor the dead. Halloween, except...not-candified. That's depressing.
Anyways, here's my baking story...

So first, my mom was in a...very bad mood today and wouldn't tell me where the yeast was. So I basically flipped out the pantry before she gave in and told me it was in the refrigerator. Once there, I flipped that out too until I found it (finally!) on the door.
Unfortunately, it was in a jar.
And, dundundun, the recipe called for "one packet active yeast".
Horror of horrors! What was I to do?
At first I thought I'd just put in 1 serving, but then I read small text (do you see the importance of small text?) and it says that 2.25 teaspoons is equal to one packet.
Ah. The beauty of small red text.
Anyways, I melted butter in milk and put yeast in warm water and added an egg and a half (one white out for later) and all that good stuff, and mixed in 2.25 (dunno what's up with this number) cups of flour, stirred, knead, blahblahblah.
Then I had to wait TWO HOURS for the stupid thing to rise.
Isn't that retarded?
Except I left for my violin lesson when it reached the 1.5 hour mark, and came back home after dinner, so it rose for about 4 hours.
It was rather...large...at that point.
So I kneaded (hahah, is that even a word?) it again, and it shrunk. A lot.
And I cut it up, and braided three of the sections and looped them around.
It looked very pretty.
Very professional.
Like I could sell it in a bakery.
(Keep in mind it was raw at that point.)
Then I made two 'bones' (dunno, I tried to make them bone-shaped but they ended up looking like buns) and stuck them on top.
Hey, the recipe says to do that--don't blame me.
After all that braiding and blahblahblah, it had to rise again. (Ridiculous, I totally agree).
At least it was only 30 minutes, so that wasn't too terrible.
I went to play piano, and when I was done practicing, it was all poofed up!
Except all pretty-shaped and happy.
Then I brushed on that egg white that I didn't put in (except there's like, 3/4 of an egg white left, sitting in my refrigerador right now) and scattered lots of cinnamon and sugar all over it.
At that point, the whole thing was basically a very puffy circle with a diameter about the length of my hand.
That's...I dunno. 7 inches? 6? Bigger than Anita's and Pei's hands, at least. (lol!)
Then I baked it! It smelled really bad, like yeast, at first.
But then the cinnamon came out and was very happy-making.
I didn't look at it for 35 minutes.
Then when I took it out, it had doubled in size!
Seriously!
It was like, insane.
It was about two-hands in diameter, and twice as thick.
(Nevermind, it quadrupled in size. Ignore my lame math skills.)
It was veryvery frightening.
It was like, bigger than my head.
And the pretty pattern died, 'cause it kinda just all bloated together and made criss-cross lines instead of the happy in-out weave of before.
-sigh-
Oh well.

Story of my life!
:D
Baking it was fun.

Stoned

8l

...

AHHHAH!
OMG!
You know how the word 'stoned' brings of connotations of dead-ness and, well, stoned-ness (like, literal) I'm totally high and wheee!
Fly like paper, get high like planes.
'Cept I'm high like a rogue spaceship which got too close to the Sun and spontaneously combusted!
Omg-lah!

WHOOO!
...
I wonder what happened!
I'm like, not BLOTCH anymore, which is ah-mazing!
I feel WONDERFUL.
(Be proud.)
I've got the hang of immaturity!
Wahoo!
I think I kinda lose my head in my freshman classes and three of my teachers think I'm retarded now, but that's totally okay.
Because I enjoy life now, and that's all the matters.
Not to say that I didn't enjoy it before, but before I only enjoyed my sophomore classes. The ones I had with you-know-who, of course.

Hahah!
I is winning, and the rest of the world (okay, not necessarily) loses.
Inyourface, world.
Hahahah.

Omg!
We took the most fun test I've ever had in history today.
Sooo we're doing a very short unit on Ancient Greece, and all that good stuff.
We were assigned groups, and my group was more than decent, which was great.
So far we've only taken half the test, but...
Part 1: Build a temple!
It was funnn!
We had lots of paper and tape, and we had to build a temple according to the Golden Ratio.
1.618 and all that good stuff.
Our team name was "Synesthesia" (a condition in which one type of stimulation evokes the sensation of another, as when the hearing of a sound produces the visualization of a color), so we dubbed our paper temple the Temple of Synesthesia.
It was pretty spifftastic.
Part 2: I dunno how to describe this. Let's see...
Tennis-ball-on-top-of-cardboard-ish-tube-with-6-strings-connected-of-which-each-person-holds-one-and-tries-to-race-against-the-other-team-without-the-ball-falling.
There, good enough?
I think the name is enough to describe it.
It was fun, fer shure.
^ ^
Part 3: Timeline!
I know, doesn't sound too fun, but the dates were extra credit. Can you believe?
Extra credit, yo!
I think I'm going to have like, 110% on this test.
Way beyond weird.
o__O

Beyond that, I dunno what the other 3 portions of the test are.
Guess we'll find out!
:D

Ahhahah

I know, that's not a word, and I promised myself to title things with actual words (amazing, I know) but I'm failing because the big fat dictionary simply isn't filled with good enough words to use! (Well, the words that I do know. I bet if I actually looked in the aforemention big fat dictionary I'd find something nice, but I'm too lazy, so I won't.)
Welll.
So what was I going to talk about again?
I can't really remember.

Oh right!
I was going to talk about school.
Isn't that depressing?
How basically all I blog about is school?
But that's all there is to talk about.
I mean, seriously.
What do I do outside of school?
Chinese school, which counts as school.
Violin, which I'm starting with the same teacher Derek's just starting with, though I can proudly (well, not really) say that I'm doing better than Derek even though he's learned about a month more than I have (no way!) and I can play the Suzuki series of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star (be proud).
Piano, which I've been slacking off of because you know, pieces get...boring...after you've played them for a while and I reallyreallyreally am sick of playing my Bartok Etude which is more of a workout than a piece of music. Geez. And my teacher says I play Beethoven like Mozart but she won't change my piece because she says I must learn how to play Beethoven while I'm thinking 'hey, don't I have a heavy, emo-ful piece already?' but she can't read my mind so oh well.
...
Yeah, beyond school there really isn't anything interesting to talk about, for the simple reason that I don't do anything beyond school.
Does Cross Country count as not being part of school?
Speaking of XC, Mercer Island won KingCo for both varsity and jv teams for both girls and boys last Thursday! Quite amazing, really. I must applaud them as I didn't go out of fear of missing my history class and having to do the horrid thing of make up.
Terrible, horrible.
Right.
Well, the real reason was that I was just lazy and didn't feel like running, but not wanting to skip history sounds so much better, doesn't it?
Of course.

...
I think I should probably stop speaking in a ton of run-ons and using exclamation points but I'm just in such a great mood today!
And I don't even know why.
Maybe it's because I had block Physics, which is always a cheerer-upper, or maybe because Mikayla and Suzanne weren't at XC practice today, which is quite the cheerer-upper as well.
Sshh. Don't tell them that.
But I shouldn't be hyper either way because I'm really thirsty because we ran out of juice and the though of milk makes me sick and our water tastes funny.
And I haven't eaten candy of any sort (really, I haven't!) except for maybe one tiny little fruit-flavored ice breaker in Spanish class (which is seventh period, by the way) which shouldn't still have an effect.
And I drank an Izze during lunch, but that seems so long ago.

...
Did you know that the quarter is almost over?
I'm screwed!
I'm so, so, so, so, so, so very, very, very screwed.
Omg.
I have a B+ in math and no, it wasn't out of neglect!
I really am working, I'm just not very mathmatically smart and so my beautiful 4.0 will be RUINED by math, of all things. Imagine the shame!
I'm such a failure at being Asian.
Ugh.
Oh no, I think I've lost my happy mood, nevermind, as long as I don't think of the m-word my happy chirpy crazy sugar-high mood remains!
The beauty of whatever has taken over me!
Yay!
Maybe it was the gasoline fumes I was inhaling all during Image, but that wouldn't make any sense because I wasn't really hyper until about 5 minutes ago.
Maybe the idea of blogging to all you wonderful people make me so cheery and happy that my mood simply elevated past the clouds into outer space into a black hole!
Then they went faster than the speed of light and bounced back into me.
Uh, I'm getting distracted again.
Maybe I just have mental problems.
Either way, it's pretty nice to be in such a great mindset, especially after something so horridly dreary as block Spanish.

...
Uh, yeah.
I'm done!
Toodles. :D

Breathe In, Breathe Out

Really.
I think I'm going crazy.
After a bunch of research, I believe I have OCD and a mild form of shizophrenia.
Seriously.
I'm seeing things, and I get freaked out about random stuff in my head.
Lots of times I can't differentiate between something that occurred in my imagination, and something that really did happen.
Not only that, I'm have psychotic mood swings and open/shut emotional periods.
It's bonkers in my head.

A little frightening, to tell the truth.
I think it might be the lack of social familiarity.
The maximum amount of classes I have with one person is three.
Actually, there's only one person I have that many classes with.
Depressing, isn't it?
I know.
People are so cliquey.
I have to actually think through things very thoroughly before acting.
I can't live like this!
I'm going to go completely and utterly mad by the end of the semester!
Ahh!

...
Perhaps some social outings with you people will do me some good.
Actually, I've got to say that the worst bit is actually cross country practice, because I'm stuck with a group of freshman girls who are alternating levels of cliquey-bitch.
Yeah.
Story of my life.
Anyways, I'm sick of trying to not piss them off because they're one of my very few connections to the other freshmen.
And I tried to be nice to one of them at the beginning of the year, but now she's snobbish and frustratingly annoying.

Ah, the beauty of the mind.
Anyways, I finally managed to understand that they are, at the most, tools.
I'll be pleasant when I need to, but there's no need for me to seek them out.
The only reason I used to do that was that they were the only people I knew.
I don't know what game they're playing, and whether or not they're ignoring me or not.
There's one who actually knows what she's doing and exactly how to get what she wants--she grates on my nerves the most, every since the beginning.
I tell myself that they mean well, if not to keep myself from actually saying what I think of them to their faces.
That probably wouldn't be too good for my life.
There are only three I have a constant positive vibe from, and one who seems on/off about the whole vibe thing.
But seriously, they're all psychopathic about the whole status thing.
I give up.
But I've made new, more consistent friends now, and I have what it takes to...I dunno. Stay sane, I suppose.

Driver's Ed

You know what's really depressing?
Hrm.
Maybe you do.
You probably do, actually, if you've read the title.
Unless you're really stupid.
Which I trust you aren't.
...
Right.
Well, it's really depressing that I have to wait one WHOLE FREAKING YEAR until I can start Driver's Education! Do you know how LAME that is?
By that time, most of my fellow-freshmen-who-I-don't-know will be getting their LICENSES.
(Did I spell that wrong? It looks kind of strange.)
But it's terrible!
A tragedy, like!
'Tis horrible, and...sob-worthy.
...
Emo-making.
...
I ran out of adjectives.
And no, I'm not cheating the way Anita does.
Hey Anita, which thesaurus do you use?
XD

Okay, I'm done.
I get to wait ONE WHOLE YEAR!
Joy.
Woot.
....

I'm done, really.
Ooh! I found a spifftastic acronym.
"I'm F.I.N.E. (Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional.) " ---Martin Look
Hee! Isn't that like, insane?
I is totally stealing and keeping that.
Forever.
Bwahahah.
...
Yeah...

Aha!
And back on the topic of the stupidity and odd wavelength of freshmen...
At least they know how to have fun!
The sophomores are very serious-ful and stuff.
Maybe 'cause they're 'mature'.
Gaspeth.
I don't want to be mature, if that's what maturity is.
Terrifying.
But at least they laugh at my jokes XD
Lots of the freshmen just stare at me like I have two heads or something.
Which I most definitely don't.
Geez, they should get their vision checked.

I can't wait!
Jobs sounds so...interesting!
I have evil plans.
Well, more like simple, boring, pointless plans, but evil sounds so much better.
I shall go and work at...
Jamba Juice!
But I have to wait a WHOLE YEAR for that, too.
Yes, that's emo-making as well.
Don't laugh.
Just because you've been dying for longer than I have doesn't give you any right to mock my...not-of-age-ness.
...

Oh my!
I can't believe I COMPLETELY forgot to tell you guys about homecoming!
Wow!
I think my brain waves are being mutated, too.
Though they can't exactly mutate... Whatever, you get the idea.
Anyhow, Ivy and I went to MI's homecoming last night!
It was quite fun, even though I didn't really know anyone there.
I mean, I know a substantial amount about people, but not enough to feel completely comfortable with them.
And I'm not too sure where I am with them, because they're...weird.
Ignore that.
There was food!
Ignore that too.
But the music was good, and a lot of freshmen (well, the little cliquey-chunk I sit at lunch with) made a jelly-bean shape (I think it was supposed to be a circle or something) and we danced.
I suppose.
More like had miniature seizures, but I shouldn't be making fun of epilepsy.
Of course.
It was loud, and a bit on the stuffy side, and my feet ended up rather sore, but a great experience in general.
Can't wait for Interlake's homecoming!
On that note...
What are all your homecoming plans?

Delapatories

Eh.
I think I spelt that wrong.
Whatever.
If you don't know what that is, I don't suggest you continue reading as you will likely be pelted with a substantial amount of information you really have no intention of discovering.

Ah, the lovely world of...
Acidic goopy stuff.

You never really want to look at the label-things, because then you might feel the urge to go regurgitate in a wastebasket.
Or something.
I dunno.
Or you might be, like me, not smart enough to understand all the ridiculously long words ending in "-ide" and "-in" and "-um" and "-ium" and be kind of scared, but happily ignorant.
And you also might be so bored that you decide to look up these things out of curiosity of whether or not those unknown, mysterious chemicals will give you cancer.
Then you will become bombarded with a bunch of long, scientific terms that give you a headache and make you decide to risk skin cancer or maybe lung cancer from inhaling the stuff by accident rather than suffer the pain of actually trying to figure out what the ingredients mean, what they are, and what they do.
You see, if you knew all that stuff, you'd be the one making a fortune out of selling these little bottles of poison.
Right?
Exactly.
There.
I learned my lesson.

Tolo

Evil plans! Evil, evil, crazy, not-really-genius plans.
They make me feel special.
:D
I know, I know.
It's a dance is January, jeez.
Yes.
I realize that.
I'm not quite that stupid.
Yet.
...
But yeah, I's got evil plans.
I'm trying to think of a creative way to ask a guy to tolo...
Oh well!
I've a whole three months to think of something.
Woohoo.

You know what's really sad?
I think the sophomores like me better than the freshmen.
I think I'm annoying.
Am I annoying?
If you think I am, just skip over commenting on this part.
Actually, don't.
Be specific, and tell me why I'm annoying.
That'll be more than helpful.
But seriously, the freshmen are so...cliquey.
I know, cliquey-ness again.
But they're all like, "I don't like her" and "I don't like him" and "this place is for losers"
...
Uh, ew?
Who says stuff like that?
...
Apparently, all of them.
So I simply must play along, for the sake of...
I dunno.
Having fun in high school?
...
I'll live, either way.
I know I've got the act down pat.
But I don't feel happy happy when I'm with other freshmen...it's all superficial-happy like, lame-joke happy.
You ever get that?

Today was a good day, though.
I suceeded in finding deep-happy in my PreCalc, English and History classes.
Amazing, isn't it?
Three in a day!
I was totally on a high.
Shame those are all my sophomore/junior classes.
(With the exception of Spanish. That's just...a lame class.)
It's not just the teachers--my classmates are just so much more clickable!
(Like brain wave connections.)
It's amazing.
But depressing, that I'm stuck with all these superficial-happy-making 'freshies' for four years.
Hopefully their wavelengths will...evolve?
Or mine.
Though I fear that wouldn't be too good for my intelligence.

All the smart people are like, socially retarded.
Serio.
Am I socially retarded?
Maybe I'm just stupid.
I think I'd rather be the latter.
No, I refuse to be socially retarded.
That's pitiful.
...
I don't want to think about that any more.

On brain waves, though, I think I click very well with lots of you!
Blame it on too much Physics class, but I feel like we've all got matching receivers and transmitters.
Insane, yeah?
But it's so easy to reach deep-happy with you people!
Amazing.
I've got to say, it's easiest with Ivy.
I've found a few people who can kinda do it at MI...Ryan, for example.
He's basically it, though.
I might say that there, Ciarra, Suzanne and Molly are my closest friends, but they're all on a whole other wavelenght.
Ugh.
Freshman wavelength perhaps.
Maybe we ex-PRISMies are simply all socially retarded.

Theresa

Has officially lived on the face of the Earth (well...been out of that uteral membrane gooey icky gross disgusting mucussy stuff) for 14 years and 14 minutes.
Whoa!
It's like, the same number!
A coincidence?
...
Uh, yeah.
XD
My English teacher loves saying that.
Except with "I think not".
Someone famous said that a long time ago.
Or something like that.
I wonder where people get this stuff.
Geez.

HUMBUG.

Asian Fail

Wahhh!
I suck so much at math, I want to go dig a hole and sob in it for a bit.
-mopes-
-mopes-
-mopessomemore-
-sigh-
...
Math sucks butt.
T___T
I'm Asian failing math, even though that's like, not supposed to happen.
I'm supposed to be good at math!
It's in my genes.
(Genetics fail. Stupid genes.)
Wahhh.
My report card was so pretty...
And now it's got this ugly MARR on it.
Ughalumfagous.
I'm dying here.
And my facebook got suspended, 'cause they're all like, 'you might be ineligible to have facebook'.
The age thing, obviously.
Which I don't get, because it says you must be over 18, yet it has a bunch of high schools!
I don't understand.
They completely fail.
But now I can't use facebook.
I replied by email saying that I turn 18 on the 13th.
I mean, it's just a four year difference...
That's lame, and lamelamelame poopy.
Okay, I'm done now.

You know, it's really pitiful when I can't even think of something to fully rant about.
Oh!
Dong ditched on me.
He said he's dying in Chemistry and his parents won't let him go to homecoming.
-glares-
I can't believe he's missing something important like that!
It's terrible!
And how, exactly, do you do badly in science?
How?
Howhowhow?
Science is like, the easiest class ever!
Though I shouldn't be talking.
A lot of you freakily-good-at-math people who inherited good math genes are probably laughing at my fail-ness right now.
And some of you (coughHelencough) are in Calculus, and still acing it.
-glares-
-isjealousofyourmathgenes-
Physics is boring.
We're learning about light, and colors, and all that good stuff.
Can you believe that some people don't know about ROY G BIV?
It's terrible.
They fail.
Not that that actually does anything.
Gawd, there are only seven words--memorize them, you dummies!
(Not talking to you guys, btw.)
My fellow freshmen are mostly rather...slow.
And cliquey.
Oh!
Cliquey!
Bloody hell!
They're soooo cliquey!
It's so annoying!
And stupid!
And vapid!
And inconsiderate!
So far, not to me, but to other people.
Makes me want to strangle them for their shallowness.
This kid, Joey, who's freshmen President, has a C in Physics.
Can you believe that?
In PHYSICS.
How do you do that?
I don't do my homework, take naps in class, and I still have a 99% in the class.
How on bleeding earth did he get a C?
And why is the idiot our President?
...
Alright.
I'm done now.
All done!
Perfectly calm.
Totally.
(They're so stupid.)
I think the jelly beans got to me.
Hey, have you guys heard of naturally flavored jelly beans?
They're really good.
And all pretty colors.
And not too sticky.
No sugary, splenda-remniscient (sp?) taste, either.
It's really nice.
Alrighty, I'm done blabbering.
Toodles!

Block Schedule

Heyy! Third meet today.
I actually ran the whole way!
(I is amazedd.)
Anyways, I'll tell you my time after I get it.
(I was 92nd place out of idunnohowmany people. I hope there were more than a hundred .__.)
We competed against...Ballard, Bothell, Skyline, Interlake and...I think that's it.

You know, school isn't that bad.
Here's all the good stuff:

Monday.
Every class is only 30 minutes! It's awesome.
Tuesday.
I have no math.
Ha. Haha. Hahahah.
Wednesday.
No Spanish! It's the most boring class ever.
Yeah, even more dull than Image.
Thursday.
Block English! I love this class.
Friday.
Last day of the week. :)

There you go.
My lovely schedule for you guys to see XD

Passion

It’s really depressing to go about life with no purpose, with no extremes.
Yes, the Dao is all about moderation.
(We’re studying that in World History)
So what! They were…boring. The Daoists didn’t live life to the max!
Shame on them, for wasting life like that.
Dullards.
Back to what I was talking about before.
Do you have a passion?
If you’re reading this, you better answer.
Or I will stare shamefully at you and shake my head sadly.
Not that I would know if you read it and didn’t comment, but you get the idea.
And if you missed the question completely because you were skimming, I blame Mr. Black and Mrs. Benzinger for giving us massive reading assignments that train us to skip very important pieces of text.
Well, if you compare the bits to the rest of the text.
Again, you get the idea.
It's that whole meaning of life thing.
(No, we're not talking about it in school. I actually do have some 'original' ideas, thankyouverymuch.)
Everyone's meaning is different, and some people simply don't have them at all.
Wow.
Isn't that a depressing thought?
To think that you have no meaning in life.
Enough to make a little kid go emo.
...
Right.
Anyways, I don't think I have a passion.
Actually, I sort of do.
My passion and meaning to life is to make everyone elses' miserable and as painful as possible, with the plus of squishing ants.
...
Uh, not really.
That'd be a lame meaning of life.
Sorry for those of you out there who actually do have that as your passion but...eh. That's lame.
Seriously, though, there are lots of little things I find give my life direction.
Simple (well, not really) goals such as graduating with a perfect 4.0, getting into MIT, scoring over 2300 on the SAT...
You get the general idea.
Again.
But then there're the pieces that satisfy the...non-academic portion, the bit that is all-important.
Friendly comaraderie that falls perfectly into place without effort.
I have it sometimes with some people, and more often with others, but luckily for me, I can snap into it anytime with Ivy.
That's nice.
I like to think she feels the same way.
Beyond friendship, there's also the happy moments I share with my brother (not as few and far between as I would think, amazingly enough) and the fun (though strange) discussions I have with my Daddy and Mommy.
Life is pleasant, yes?
And the rush of triumph that comes from sprinting a tiny little distance, or maybe that of completely 5k (though I cheat by taking speed-walk breaks, hehheh).
And I should never forget the peaceful, striking resonance of perfectly executing a piano piece when no one else is home, and I'm all alone with nothing but my music as accompanyment. (sp?)
Not to say that Derek making flying and car-engine-revving noises isn't good for training against distractions, but still.
Those are just a few of the nice things in life.
And it's not like I'm alive because I want to experience those things.
I'm alive because there's no reason for me not to be.
Oh sure, if a nuclear bomb explodes over my head, it's not like I'd be happy to die.
But that's a good reason not to be alive, right?
Simple physics.
I think I'm going off on a tangent now.
In case you are wondering, I'm a little woozy and incomprehensible right now from the cold headache, so you can blame my temporary oddness on a virus.
Ew, virus.
Die, virus, die.
Hahah, that's like, go, dog, go.
...
Yeah.
I could totally write a children's book like that.
Not really.
I'll think about it...some other day.

Hey! Did you know I'm going to learn how to play violin?
My brother's learning, and it looked fun, so I'll start too.
I'm probably just going to learn at his pace.
It wouldn't be quite fair to get a teacher if I'm not going to commit to the instrument.
And it's not like I can go anywhere with it--I'll just do it for the fun.
Piano is my competition stuff.
At least, in a month, I won't be plucking at a violin and wondering what the stripes are, and why some violins have red ones and some have white ones. And why my cousin, oddly enough, has one green one and two yellow ones.
Or, in my brother's case, what the butterfly, cat and dog stickers on the end of the violin are for.
And maybe then I'll even know what the bits and pieces are called, so I can be more specific.
Oh well!
Until then, I'll be resigned to listening to my brother's D# string, which I think is supposed to be an E note.

Common Cold

I am now resolving myself to be a dedicated blogger.
I think.
No, I know.
Hahah, that sounds funny if you say it out loud.
Anyways…
You know what’s really depressing?
I’m sick.
Ridiculously, symptom-fully sick.
I have the whole armada.
Stuffy and runny nose.
Wracking coughs.
Throbbing headache, bordering on migraine.
Occasional, random feverish bouts.
I think that’s it.
Oh, and a nasty sore throat.
It went away, though, after I used like a bazillion herbal things.
They taste funny.
…
Right.
The illness went around MIHS, and I think I’m part of the last wave to get sick.
Yesterday, I ran 2.2 miles without going anywhere.
Treadmill, in case you were wondering.
It took exactly thirty minutes and six seconds.
Thirty minutes of exercise daily is supposed to speed up the healing process.
I don’t see, or feel, any improvement.
The internet lies.
I’m going to have to eat it one of these days.

On a more pleasant (I think) topic, I managed to get a hold of a copy of Brisingr.
Or however you spell the title.
I think it means ‘fire’.
It’s the new, third book in the Eragon/Eldest set.
It’s pretty good, but not compelling.
They use too many long words in dialogue, which is annoying.
And do a little too much telling.
Creative, though.
I don’t think I ever finished reading Eldest.
…
Oh well!
I’m like, a quarter through Brisingr.

My hair has gotten longer!
I attempted to dye the roots platinum blond, so when it grows out there’ll be a cool streak.
I kind of messed up…
So now they’re just highlighted.
Not too bad, actually.
Except a lot of my hair is dark brown now.
A pretty good portion of it is light brown.
And streaks are gold.
Nice effect.
Not quite what I was going for.
It worked, anyways.
Oh well!

I feel nastily sick.
It’s hard to think with a headache.
…
I should probably go do my homework now.
You know, the world is in a sorry state when the hardest and longest portion of my homework is Spanish.
That’s just lame.
LA and SS are supposed to dominate!
They fail.
Oh well.
I’m going to stop procrastinating and wasting our (well, mostly mine) time now.
See you soon! :D

Math is Beautiful

Die!
Die!
Dieeeee!!!
Hahahahah!
HAHAHAH!
DIE.

-shiftyeyes-
-cough-
Yes.
Well...
I think I'm failing PreCalculus.
Okay, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration.
I'm Asian-failing PreCalc.
Ugh.
Do you know how much of a shame this is?
I'm not even in PRISM anymore!
Ah!
I'm dying of mortification.
-sob-
I don't like math.
No.
I HATE math.
HAHAH.
I'm going to shred it to bits with a lawn mower one day.
-cacklesevilly-

....
Yeah.
Anyways, time to go do math homework.

Alcohol

I hope I didn't spell that wrong.
How pitiful would that be?

This idiot freshman Cheer girl showed up to a football game drunk, and is now facing expulsion.
Hahah, stupid girl.
I didn't see it myself--I heard it from one of my Physics partners.
She's not to bright, either.
Keeps copying my work.
Even though the answers are basically the same as the last two hundred experiments or so...
That's alright.
She's on Cheer too.
It's funny.
I guess Cheer breeds stupidity.
Or something like that.
At least my Physics partner is nice.
Actually, we're in groups of three.
The other girl is an XC person.
They're both freshmen, by the way.
Physics, I think, is all freshmen.
The other girl is amazinggg at running.
Freaky.
Oh well, I think practically everyone is amazing at running.
Hahah.

I'm making friends rather slowly.
I think I'm going to be more 'outspoken' in my freshman classes now.
It's a little dull, only knowing XC people.
Though I now know five people pretty well.

Hey!
You know what's really weird?
Okay, so James does this clicky thing with his wrist.
Well, in Spanish, two senior idiots were doing like, a 'click off' or something like that.
The poor Spanish teacher.
Nobody really pays attention to her.
It's funny.
Anyways, I'll be back with more random, boring things about my life soon.

Toodles!

Brain Damage

Note: I wrote this in school.

I feel so free! No guys to worry about, or people with heaps of unsolved problems. No silly, childish crushes, or miniature fiascos that make everyone freak out and panic. I can totally feel the thrill of freedom in this. (Justin's elation towards Lakeside--I understand completely!)
Math is a little dull...the pace is rather slow, even if the class is the 'fabled' honors PreCalculus. I can't wait for AP Calc...
Bwahaha, I'm eating candy in Physics. The teacher...doesn't like that, but he isn't going to catch me now, is he? I don't like energy. Or waves. Or energy and waves. That's the unit we're on now. I think we covered this in sixth grade. I feel stupid. Gawd. All my theories are wrong. I fail so much at Physics.
Ew. We had to play around with slinkies and coils to study waves. My hands smell like iron.
Omg! Guess what treat we have in Image! A guest speaker.
Joy.
They fail lots at the projector.
The stupid freshmen boys behind me are making shadow puppets.
I mean, it'd be alright if they were actual shapes...but they aren't.
Pah.
Did I mention how confusing block schedule is? It's weird, and I can never remember which classes are long and which ones are short.
By the end of October...I hope to finally have remembered the names of the people I talk to every day. Or...how about twice a week? That works.
I haven't quite figured out how to spell all my teachers' names. Shame on me, right? Oh well. Not like they care.
I can't believe it's only been two weeks of school--it feels like forever! I miss you guys so much. The next party excuse is Halloween, right? Oh yeah, and the Interlake v. MI football game at Interlake. (I missed the Newport one 'cause of piano and other stuff.)
The freshman class is really weird.
Apparently, there is such a thing as 'social status'.
It was really funny--I was talking to this slightly-annoying girl, Illana (excuse my spelling mistakes) and Laura, one of my XC mates, was like, "don't talk to her! Your social status will go downnnn."
It was very strange, as I wasn't aware I had a social status.
Interesting.
I shall study this further.

--finis.

About the social status stuff, I asked another one of my XC mates, Molly, about what it was, and she said people were generally very cliquey.
I think it's quite amusing, the way they make this stuff important--and exclude others. But so far, everyone I've met has been nothing short of extremely courteous, so I can't see anything strange....

--another clip

Argh! My Image classmates are giving me brain damage.
Fuck them.
On to a happier topic...
Our homecoming theme is 'American'.
Isn't that completely ridiculous?
Yeah, I know.
Laugh your guts out.
Have you guys found out your themes?
On that note, how were your first days of high school? And the homework load?

The Promised Land

No, not a Christian reference.
Jono updated!
About bloody time.
A good chapter, though.
Now for a couple more months to wait for the next...
-shiftyeyes-

Homecoming has nada to do with football.
(Well, I suppose you could connect it some way, but I'm not going to bother.)

Hey, our main XC coach ran in the olympic trials too!
She was 14 seconds off, or something.
.__.
Sounds terrible.
She teachers...World Cultures, an English/History 10 block.

Long distance is totally painful...
Very satisfying, however, when you finish.
If you ignore the head-pounding blood-rush, that is.

No, Artemis is simply a smart goddess of the hunt.
Why kill innocent animals, when you could kill perverted guys?

Get high like planes.
XD
It's soooo catchy.
"So What" by Pink is quite amusing, too.

Actually, I'm not too certain about the mascot.
You see, it's also an 'M' and 'I' overlapped, with the image of the island surrounding the 'I'.
And we are called the 'Islanders'.
But there's also another picture of an island, water, and an 'i' that form the image of a snail--it's on the district website.
Oh!
Perhaps the snail isn't MIHS', but MISD's.
That makes so much more sense.
Scratch the first thought, then.
We aren't snails.
We're tribal natives who live on islands and wear maroon and white.

Speaking of maroon...
I finally found maroon socks!
Be proud like heck.
Our colors are way better than yours.
>D
Whether you're at Sammamish (antique black/white), Newport (McDonald), Interlake (shades of blue) or Bellevue (blue/yellow).
Hee.
XD
Except for the fact that no stores sell maroon things .__.
I almost fell over in triumph when I found maroon socks (well, more like tights...) at Pink.
(Hahah. Take that, all you evil not-selling-maroon places.)
White is easy to find, though, and I got a white hairtye at Claire's.
They didn't have anything (in the whole, fucking store) that was maroon.
Seriously.
The closest thing was a dark, shiny red.
I was like, to the cashier, "Would you say this is a maroon, or more of a red?"
She thought for a minute, before telling me it was red.
-sigh-

YouTube Video

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2BvjBO7DzjA
It's a really good parody of "You Want A Piece of Me" by Britney Spears.
XDD
Though his singing could improve...
It's called "You Want A Piece of Meat"
XDDDD
This guy is talented, like.
(All his vids are black/white, idk why...)
He makes great vids XD
He stresses his totally Asian accent and does this funny thing when he 'raps' XDD

Oh yeah. One of my XC coaches happen to be my English 10 teacher...
It's a little weird. :/
But he's insanely awesome.
^ ^

Right. To comments.
I know! I love the -kaching!- XD
Yep, only two.
(Hahahahahah.)
Go to homecoming, Anita.
.__.
Long distance is painful, but I kinda enjoy it now...
-scratches head-

Myth of Artemis

You see, Artemis is my favorite Greek Goddess. She’s insanely awesome, yeah?
My admiration only grew today after hearing some of the myths.
A teacher popped into my English 10 class and told us his favorite myth.
This is how it goes…
Artemis, the twin sister of Apollo, is the Goddess of the Hunt.
Under clear days with heavy, full moons, she would bathe, nude, in a lake behind a mountain.
She’d wait for men to gather around to watch her.
Then she’d turn them into elk and hunt them down.
And shoot and kill them.

Doesn’t that sound fun?



Alright, to respond to comments.
I like the first and second, but I'm not sure... .__.;
Paper Planes by MIA is a really funny song XD
"All I wanna do is -bangbangbang- and a -kaching- and take your money."
And it's sung with a funny accent (lol!)

Yeahh. Newport will be like, filled with stupid people, yes?
But more asians.
And asians are supposed to be smart.
Stress on supposed.
Yeah, I've got to take Image/Health.
Well, it's not required, but I don't want to take it next year...

I know! Pity the raccoon, yes?
But hey, we're only torturing mental raccoons.
I am mental god.
My mental raccoon doesn't mind.
(I killed it.)

We don't get animal mascots...
Well, technically we do.
We have island-residing humans as mascots.
Humans are animals, yes?
(XDD)

Homecoming isn't about football...is it?
No it isn't.
-shiftyeyes-
Football is boring-as-hell, like.
They have ugly clothes.

Yesterday I went to my first meet!
I ran two miles in 18 minutes.
(Don't laugh. I'm proud of myself.)
Newport wasn't there, but Interlake, Sammamish and Bellevue were.
I saw Robin W., Derek T., Erin B., Alyssa (I dunno her last name .__.) and Summer H.
Summer is really, really fast o__O
And one of the freshman girls (something Benster...her older bro's also fast) ran a 12 min. two miles.
Isn't that crazy?
But I improved my two-mile time by 5 minutes.
(Be totally proud of me.)

I wonder if BSD homecoming will be delayed 'cause of school.
Anyways...
We get a pre-homecoming parade!
(Except I have piano on friday, so I can't go -.-)
What do you guys do?

High School Cont.

Huh. Which picture should I use as a profile pic? I currently like the first one the most...


Lol, I like Lucinda's theory XD
And I agree with Pei's. ('Cept I used a different method of explaining...)

Anyways, here's what I wrote in Image yesterday out of sheer boredom.

High School Day 2
Bloody hell, the immaturity of my Image (health) class classmates rivals that of the non-PRISM Odle guys.
Ew, like.
All my other classes are pretty good, though.
(It might have something to do with the fact that most of them are not freshmen.)
They've all got attention spans briefer than the memories of goldfish! -headdesk- How am I supposed to learn anything?
And the teacher is like, "be quiet please" and doesn't follow through with threats.
She has like, zero authority.
And I have crap classmates.
You know, I'm really glad I'm in a ton of honors classes.
At least the people there are happy to be there.
-shiftyeyes-
So I'm reading an article about depression right now, and it's six straight pages of repetative crap.
Ugh, like.
Everyone else is really slow, so now I'm writing. (Ho-hum.)
Has the BSD strike ended yet? They don't seem to be doing much--except messing up your schedules.
LOL, the teacher was like, "we're going to start with smoking."
Presentations are lame-oh. These people can't read. Seriously, like.
And they have crap handwriting.
I'm falling asleep out of boredom...
Can't imagine block schedule.
Hurts just thinking about it.
Ew.


There you go.
The state of freshmen.
For those of you going to Newport, that's your life.
-laughsevilly-

You know what?
I think I'm on the Interlake roster.
So if they're like, taking roll, don't tell them I'm skipping.
Well, I suppose you could...
That'd be really funny XD

School's been pretty nice.
I've made lots (well, a sufficient amount--at least for my lame-o name-remembering skills) of friends at XC, and met two new people in classes.
Andy Wingerson is in my pre-Calc class. ('Tis cool.)
Anyways, that's about all the interesting stuff I have to say.
Oh yeah--there's a Bellevue/MI home game (for us) tomorrow.
Apparently, we always lose.
(Lol.)
I didn't see games with Interlake or Newport on the calendar, but I might have merely missed it.
If you check your calendars and see a game over at one of your schools, be sure to tell me! We could totally go together. ^ ^

First Day of High School

Huh.
Doesn't feel much different.
The main thing is the whole I-don't-know-a-single-person-and-I-get-lost-in-the-hallways part.
I got assigned an essay T__T
It was about...

Task: Please respond to the following questions with well-reasoned and-supported arguments.

Question 1: Doctors took a raccoon and shaved away some of its fur. They dyed what was left all black. Then they bleached a single stripe all white down the center of its back. Then, with surgery, they put in its body a sac of super smelly yucky stuff. When they were all done, the animal looked like a skunk.
After the operation, was this animal a skunk or a raccoon?

Question 2: Doctors took a coffeepot. They sawed off the handle, sealed the top, took off the top knob, closed the spout, and sawed it off. They also sawed off the base and attached a flat piece of metal. Then, they attached a little stick, cut a window in it, and filled the metal container with birdfood.
When they were done, it looked like a birdfeeder. After the operation, was this a coffeepot or a birdfeeder?

Isn't that depressing?
.__.;
The first one, at least.

Physics is easy (well, it starts off easy, at least...)
I can't believe you guys don't have school.
>.>
Catch will be painful, like. Very much so.
Good luck, anyways!
=D

Oh yeah, homecoming!
I have a piano masterclass during the MI homecoming parade, so I can't do -.-;;;
Oh well! Piano ranks over non-academics any day.
(Gawd I'm such a nerd.)
I'm going to homecoming with Dong!
(I think...I'm not too certain.)
(Trying to convince him to go to Interlake's .__.)
And Ivy/I will go to MI homecoming without dates (ha, hahah.)
What are you people's homecoming plans?


P.S. What's the Newport mascot? I know Interlake is Saint Bernards (or something...)

BSD Teacher Strike

Is like, nawt fair much?
I have to go to school at 8 AM tomorrow.
I know, BSD is like that normally.
But you guys don't have to wait until 3:30 PM to get out -.-;
I wonder when the teachers will finally be happy?
Anyways, I should probably go to sleep soon.
-shiftyeyes-
I have until the end of 'Disturbia' (on YouTube) to finish this blog post.
How often do you guys pop in online?
'Cause sometimes there are tons of comments after one day, and others there aren't any comments in...a long time.
Hey, is the strike HS only, or all?
You guys could do something fun tomorrow!
-twitches-
Lol.

Homecoming.
Newport and Interlake are on the same day...
Ho-hum.
I'm going wherever Ivy is XD
Mercer High's is the Saturday before. (18th)
Ivy=crazy
She says she wants to take a limo to homecoming.
Homecoming.
Limo.
Those are like, incompatible words.
But she says the normal ones are about $40 to rent, so I suppose if there were four people that'd be okay.
Though it's still a bit crazy.
I mean, a limo for homecoming.
-frowns-
Oh well.
We'll see.
I feel silly.
I don't know if I want a homecoming date or not.
I could be Ivy's date!
XD
That's only if she doesn't get asked, though.
(lol)
Ho-hum.
I feel old.
Age-ed.
Yeah, well the song ended.
That means it's time for me to end...my very boring post-of-the-day.
Whoohoo!
Buhbye =D

Mothbawls

XD
Yeahh.
We have some very, very creative people in our group.
Ah...
Nice to know, then.
I'll keep the fact that Fort Worden was an army base next time we go there.
I suppose I'll mention the story I told Anita yesterday.

Molly the Moth was a very, very skilled moth.
She lovedddd eating wool.
She practiced all the time.
One day, she went to the district wool-eating contest.
It was in Mercer Island.
They had purple wool.
Molly LOVEDDDD eating purple wool.
So she ate, and ate, and ate...
And Molly won the contest.
A while later, Molly went to the state wool-eating contest.
It was in Seattle.
They had green wool.
Molly LOVEDDDD eating green wool.
So she ate, and ate, and ate...
And Molly won the contest.
A while later, Molly went to the regional wool-eating contest.
It was in Los Angeles.
They had yellow wool.
Molly LOVEDDDD eating yellow wool.
So she ate, and ate, and ate...
And Molly won the contest.
A while later, Molly went to the national wool-eating contest.
It was in New York.
They had blue wool.
Molly LOVEDDDD eating blue wool.
So she ate, and ate, and ate...
And Molly won the contest.
A while later, Molly went to the Olympic wool-eating contest.
It was in Paris, France.
There, Molly met a French cow (I dunno, I ddin't make up the story...) named Pierre.
They fell in loveee.
Pierre the Cow told Molly the Moth that, if she won the wool-eating contest, he would marry her.
Molly was soooo happy!
So Molly went to the contest.
They had red wool.
Molly HATEDDDDD red wool.
So Molly ate, and ate, and ate...
And Molly...
Lost.
Pierre the Cow didn't marry Molly.
Molly was very, very sad.
Molly the Moth began to tear.
Molly began to cry.
Molly began to sob.
And finally, Molly began to bawl.
And have you ever heard a mothbawl?

XDDD
It works better said out loud.
In case you didn't get it, it's moth bawl=mothball.
XD
Very amusing.

Yeah, PNW sounds so much better, doesn't it?
No, not really, huh.
It sounds evil >.>
What a bloody waste of time.
Oh well, I'll live.

I just came back from Ivy's birthday party!
It was fun.
(No way!)

Now I am...typing on blogger, and playing on Gaia. And IM-ing. There's like nothing else for me to say...
Wow, I have a boring life.
You know what?
You do too.
Hahahahahah.
-shiftyeyes-

Have you ever RP-ed before?
(Role play)
Like, on the internet, I mean.
Not like playing 'house' when you were five.
(Did any of you do that?)
It's pretty fun, actually.
Like writing fanfiction.
I should copy a chunk of it for your.
-nods-
Luna Zabini (=D)

Ohohoh!
I ran TWO miles without stopping/walking today.
(Be proud.)
Hee!
I need to get to three in a week.
(I can so do it...right?)
My dad's going to get a treadmill.
Convo:
Dad: Maybe we should get a treadmill.
Me: What??
Dad: This way I don't have to drive you to my office every time. Gas is expensive!
Me: .__.
Dad: And if we used the treadmill ONCE a week, it'd pay off in... -doing calculations-
Me: ...
So then we went to Costco.
And a treadmill is...
dundundun...
$850 T__T
And we tried to lift it onto those big orange cart-things.
And we failed.
Dad: It looks too big to fit in the car.
Me: We could knock down the middle row.
Dad: It still wouldn't fit.
Me: Huh. We could get them to deliver.
Dad: That's like, a hundred dollars!
Me: The treadmill's like, nine hundred!
Dad: That's different.
XDD
Special.
And my brother was sitting on the orange cart-thing being, um, Derek.
And we ate (drank?) the berry smoothies there.
They are very, very scary shades of purple, you know?
Very, very scary.
Yes.
But they taste good.
I actually finished it.
(Amazing, huh?)
So I stood in front of the heater-thing (they have this example heater, like the dish type, that's always, always, always there. And it's always on.) and drank the smoothie.
(lol)

That's all I've got to say today!
Oh right.
And Newport?
MCDONALD.
-giggles-
Snails rock. Totally. -sarcasm-

2008-2009 Schedule

Sorry about the glompiness of posting twice in the same day.
Yes, I realize how annoying it is to see that you have to read TWO posts, not just ONE.
And it's sooo boring, you know?
But that's okay.
(For me, at least. Hehhehheh.)

From the title, it's pretty obvious what random junk I'm spouting in this post.
I don't have it memorized completely, but this is what I have.

1. Art/PE
2. Honors English 10
3. PreCalculus
4. Chemistry 1/Physics 1
5. World History [Ungh...again...3rd year now...haha, better than US History though]
6. Health/Pacific Northwest History
7. Spanish 3

I dunno about the order, but I think that's right. Maybe Chem/Phys is switched with Spanish? -scratches head-
I think that's it. But I dunno, and don't really care.
Pahahah.
I wanted to take PNW in the summer, and Music Theory during the school year...
Oh well. I'll see what I can do.
Pishyposhy.

I Tamed the Tiger

And got like, maimed for life. o.o;
I should've mentioned this before I left for the retreat, but hey--I forgot. Or maybe I just overslept. That's dependent on perspective, you know?
I'm happy to see people are still on Blogger!
I didn't have a chance last time I posted to check out the other blogs, so I had no idea.
Now, back to the title...
We got t-shirts with 'I Tamed the Tiger' on the back after we ran (well, I walked) up Tiger mountain. (It was painful)
I feel better now, though.
I gained a pound.
It makes me sad.
I'm telling myself it's 'cause muscle is denser than fat.
Anyways.
Enough about my weigh-gaining-ness. (ugh.)
I think I ran about 10 miles in the past four days.
I know, it doesn't sound like much.
It feels like a lot, though.
I'm rather sore.
Well, more like reduced to a quivering lump of lard.
What is lard, anyways?
...
The MIXC people are very nice.
Well, to me at least.
It makes me feel bad.
I'm a ridiculously slow runner.
Did you know that I've never run more than a mile before this?
And even then, I have to stop and walk.
(I still do)
Be proud.
XD

Alright! On to the retreat info.
I was really bored at the beginning, 'cause I didn't know anyone.
Here's the stuff I typed on my cellphone during the retreat.
Oh wait.
Did you know that Fort Worden used to be a naval base?
Their sleeping areas are actually pretty nice.
Except for the urinals.
o.o;
Here's the stuff: (It's really random and more than a tad dull)
"Bored out of my bloody mind. Typing on my cell on the bus, with a i-dunno-what-year-girl [Senior] called Jordin on the aisle row. Oh joy, we're stuck in traffic now. My lefs are really sore form yesterday and Mother wouldn't let me bring the ipod. Not to mention that I'm losing the circulation to my legs, which is rather uncomfortable."
"I'm on the ferry now! Whee! Huh. Everyone appears to have left to...the upper deck I think. Ugh. Wind. I should really talk to someone. -feels lazy-"
"Alright! A long exhausting day has passed, and I suppose it was fun... We played group games, and initiate-the-freshmen-guys stuff (lol, their idiocy makes me laugh)."
"Just finished breakfast after a run. I feel ridiculously slow--oh well, my blood pressure is lowering, yes? (It better be). Last night during dinner I saw Adrian and said hi to Griffin. Today before breakfast I talked to Robin. Bellevue XC leaves today, and I don't know if we'll be doing anything as a group. The MI coach is married to the Bellevue coach. Ttfn."
"Finished lunch and created a skit with my group (ugh I suck with names) [Phoebe, Robbie, Jacob, Molly] and tried icing my dead-cell legs. Icing is supposed to make soreness fade faster and not be as...ugh-ful...so I'll do that after the afternoon run. I think. Tomorrow we wake up early again for more running (dying here...) and then we go back to the high school. The conditions here are pretty good, I must add. Considerably good good and very roomy living quarters with very clean mattresses."

Alright, that's all I've got.
They have this evil workout thing called "7 minutes in hell" (or, rather, that's the students' nickname for it) where you do core conditioning for seven minutes.
Now, because I never, ever, (ever!) do push-ups, my arms are dyinggg! Ungh. Stupid evil people.

I feel really stupid.
When I got home, I did the little 10-minute jog-thing on the Wii fit. (It's a lot easier now that before--I hope that means I improved .__.) It was really, really boring just staring at my Mii jog (god, those things are ugh-ly) so I started going up and down the midget stairs at my house.
Well, like the idiot that I am, I ran straight into a chair and now have a slightly bloodied skin-peeling dent on my thigh.
It's kind of gross.
It doesn't hurt anymore though, so that's nice.
It's still quite disgusting.

Yesyesyes.
I stop blabbering about the ugliness of my ugly, lame, pitiful dent-thing with lots of peeling skin.

Now to respond to comments! (This is the fun part :D)
Xue-bi: It does hurt! Yay! Feel my joyous (not really) pain!

Briseis: I'd think 'maim you for life' counts...as more than a technicality. Eww, football conditioning. Glad to see you're still breathing...and more than as a vegetable hooked up to lots of tubes and drugged with...um...stuff. And yeah, I do need to get clothes. I'm wearing my mom's stuff for running .__.; It's a little big (I'm not that fat yet ><;)I can barely move forward, let alone think about posture. But thanks for the suggestions--I'll use them when, well, I can actually run. That might take a while... Merci (sp?) and good luck to you too.

Da penguin: Lol--great rhyme. XD Do XC! I'll see you (if I live and join again next year) at the meets. We made a skit making fun of Newport colors (-laughs nervously and hides-) and the MIXC people do not like Newport (like, at all .__.;) (scary rivalries) (it's the same with Bellevue) so it'd be fun to talk to someone recognizable. XD Interlake was moved down a level though, so I wouldn't see them at meets anyways :/

Ohh. You know what I discovered?
No, you don't.
Well, you will soon.
I discovered the Mercer Island school mascot!
The mascot is...-dundundun- a snail.
.__.;
Great for races, eh?
Well, I'm not too sure, actually.
'Cause it's 'Mercer Island Islanders' (isn't that LAME? LAMELAMELAMELAME. LAME!)
but the picture is a snail with three islands clumped together as the shell, waves for the body and an 'i' as the head. I'll get you a picture as soon as I find an online one.

Edit:
http://www.misd.k12.wa.us/news/frontpage/back_to_school/default.html
If you click the link, the snail-island-water-i-thing is on the uppermost left corner of the page. It's a bit on the small side, but I think that's good enough...
-twitches at the lameness of the really lame mascot and the really lame name-

Hey, at least the school colors aren't McDonald themed.

Dumbledore's Mistake

Hello, all my fellow bloggy people who appear to be dead but I wouldn't know because I haven't really been looking because I'm just a fat slacker who hasn't posted in a long time or read any blogs for that matter.

Wow, what a run-on!
Applaud me for my skills.
XD

Anyways, I'm writing a HP fanfic. It's called Dumbledore's Mistake.
My fanfiction.net author's page is http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1473090/turayza.
You can look around at the other stories, or click the link 'Dumbledore's Mistake'.
Meanwhile, I think I'll be posting the updates here as well--just in case you guys don't have fanfic accounts, or don't want to bother with making them. Or in case you abhorr my story and don't want to read it ever again. Don't worry, I won't be offended.
Also, I'd appreciate if you could give me criticism (only if you feel like it) or pop in to say you've read the latest updates.
Be aware, though, that the updates here will be cut through and littered with random crap I blog about that is quite uninteresting and annoying in general, while my fanfic site will be clean and, well, organized. Goody.
FINALLY!
I'm done talking. Or typing. Or bothering you. Here you go--the first chapter of Dumbledore's Mistake. ^ ^


Chapter One--Dumbledore's Mistake
Chapter One

Glitteringly sparkly enchanted orange jack-o-lanterns hovered about in the air, traveling throughout the quiet Godric’s Hollow. Each pretty little white-picket-fence house was decorated in a bit to outdo its neighbors. In one particularly extravagantly festive house, two families were joined in celebration.

The Potters and the Longbottoms, two pureblood light families, celebrated Halloween in the Potter Manor. The enormous manor’s hallways were strewn with orange and black confetti, and each room had jerkily flying candy charmed to mob any entrant to the room.

Cheery laughter floated from the large living room as the youngest Potter, Harry, and the youngest Longbottom, Neville, had a good-natured candy fight.

The one-year-old Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom sat side-by-side, giggling as they gobbled up chocolate frogs, sugar quills, orange and black jelly beans, and many more sugary confections. Lily Potter and Alice Longbottom sat on a couch behind their sons, chatting about the going-ons of the social elite. James Potter and Frank Longbottom sat across each other over a forgotten game of chess, lost in a heated debate over Quidditch teams and the Wizarding Stock Market.

Over the din of their chatter, no one heard the protective wards falling. It wasn’t until the intruders tripped the alarm that the Potters and Longbottoms noticed, and by then it was much too late. With a bang, the front door was blasted out of existence. Alice and Frank Longbottom rushed to confront the cloaked and masked figures as James and Lily Potter tried to rush the two children upstairs.

“Crucio!” A cackling Death Eater said madly, her cruelly grinning mouth all that you could see of her covered face. From behind the white mask, her eyes glinted with blood lust as she shot the unforgivable at Alice Longbottom.

“No! Don’t touch her!” Frank yelled, pushing Alice out of the way. It was, unfortunately, too late.

“Heehee. Too bad she’s gone. Your turn!” the witch said, cackling. Alice Longbottom had lost her mind to the cruciatius, and Frank Longbottom would soon follow.

Meanwhile, the Potters had carried Harry and Neville into a hidden room that Lily had made several years ago. The room’s entrance was behind a small porcelain vase, and the door was child-sized and warded with a multitude of dark-repellant spells. Hearing the stomping footsteps of Death Eaters, James Potter whirled around and tried to lead the Death Eaters away.

“Avada Kedavra”, Voldemort said calmly, after easily deflecting the ‘stupefy’ James had shot at him. James Potter slumped down as soon as the jet of green hit him, dead.

Unknowing of her husband’s very recent death, Lily Potter shoved Neville into the little alcove. Neville was scratched by a pair of two nails sticking out, which gave him a small but deep x-shaped scar on his cheek. Before Lily could hide Harry, Voldemort appeared before her.

“Move away, mudblood”, he said, sniffing disdainfully. “You may live to see another day.”

“No!” Lily cried out, sobbing. “Don’t kill Harry! Kill me instead!”

Lily threw herself out in front of her son with her arms spread out.

With a brief ‘Avada Kedavra’, Lily Potter was dead.

“Foolish girl…Avada Kedavra!” Voldemort said, pointing his wand at Harry. The jet of green light shot towards the one-year-old’s head…and was absorbed by a glowing golden orb of light. The light grew in intensity until Voldemort was forced to turn away. All of a sudden, the light shot a burst of green towards Voldemort and Voldemort was gone.

As the light faded, Harry began to laugh, thinking the colorful lights were pretty and happy. He poked his mother’s corpse curiously, and sat down looking slightly upset, knocking over and shattering the porcelain vase.

Neville peeked out nervously from his hiding place and grabbed Harry’s shirt, alerting Harry to his presence. The two sat in silence, as if waiting for their parents to return and shout ‘Happy Halloween!’

Loud disruptions filled the house as the Order charged in. Upon reaching them, a horrified Remus Lupin scooped up the children and apparated them to Order headquarters.

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Dumbledore regarded the children with a frown. One of them had most definitely defeated Voldemort that night. Both of the boys suited the prophecy. Why did he, Dumbledore, always have the difficult decisions to make? Dumbledore stared at the two for a while more, examining the x-shaped scar and comparing it to the lightning bolt shaped one. Both scars were deep and reeked of magic. Finally, Dumbledore came upon a suitable theory and prepared to tell the world.

--

The Order sat around a massive circular table. All the pairs of eyes were facing Dumbledore, expecting important news. The whole Order had been called that night. Dumbledore, smiling grimly, announced,

“Voldemort has been defeated!” Then, holding up Neville Longbottom, Dumbledore added, “And this child was the one who did it!”

The members of the Order burst into cheers and they immediately went to crowd Dumbledore and Neville. A din broke out as people cried, laughed, questioned, and much more. Many rejoicing Order members left to spread the good news. Neville was coined the nickname “The Boy-Who-Lived”, and Harry was left, forgotten, by all but Dumbledore.

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Dumbledore held two little squirming bundles. One was Neville Longbottom, the Boy-Who-Lived, and the other, Harry Potter, was a newly made orphan.

Dumbledore flooed Augusta Longbottom, Neville’s grandmother, and handed the hero of the wizarding world to the shocked witch. Smiling sympathetically for Augusta’s loss and congratulating her for Neville’s achievements, Dumbledore bid her goodbye and apparated to Private Drive.

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The aged wizard with a long, white beard and bespeckled glasses held up the small bundle that was Harry Potter. They had appeared in a very ordinary looking neighborhood filled with very ordinary looking houses.

With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore blacked out the neighborhood. He slowly approached one of the very ordinary looking houses, pausing only when he stood right before the door.

Giving Harry Potter one final, slightly sorrowful glance, Dumbledore, set the little bundle down and disappeared.

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Hahahaha. Good/bad? Boring/intriguing? Overused plot? Tell me your thoughts, and I'll give you a hug. I think. -shifty eyes-
Yeah. Well, I've got more chapters online. But if no one comments, I won't bother posting more (I mean, why waste the time talking to no one?). You'll get the new releases before my fanfic story, which'll be nice--if you enjoy the story. Thanks for reading, and toodles for now.
P.S. I promise to post at least once a week. Cross my heart. Everything on my page will have been posted in the last five days--if there's nothing there, it means I broke my promise. (I might have an excuse though).
Toodles!

Cross Country Training

I'm not certain as to whether people are actually still checking up on our little blogger community, but I'm posting nonetheless.
Well, to be completely truthful, I'm just bored--and at the Tzu Chi office, where my mom (and a bunch of other people all wearing navy blue) and talking about...stuff. Dunno, don't particularly care.
Ugh.
Anyways, I suppose I'll just talk about the random, not-very-interesting morning I had.
Let's think about how to sum it all up...
Hrmm...

IT WAS PAINFUL.
Really, really, reallyreallyreallyreally painful.
Yepyep.
I suck at life, don't I?
Just thinking about the morning gives me pitiful spasms.
Seriously.
O-M-doubleR-OW.
Say that to the Tigger spelling 8D
Err...back to important things. Or, rather, what I was talking about before.

This morning, I went to the first Cross Country practice of my life! It's too bad that I've signed up and 'have an obligation' to keep on going, because it convinced me that I should live a stationary life in front of my computer. I never want to see dirt again. Or cement. Or grass. Or trees.
I'm signing off nature.
How on earth am I, a fat lazy person who doesn't excersize ever, supposed to be able to run multiple miles in 30 minutes?
Yes, I know, I know.
Doesn't sound like much, does it?
Yeah, it isn't much.
But that's probably because you're a healthy person who isn't a computer potato.
Yeah, laugh all you want.
Shut up.
I fail.
My legs hurt -.-;
I'm a short distance sprinter, not a...let's-get-mud-everywhere person. I am totally coated! Was, I mean. I'm clean now. No thanks to my mom, who didn't even give me time to shower before dragging me off to 'demonstrate eating' in front of little kids. Psh.
Anywhoo, I should stop talking about whatever random crap pops into my head and be more, um, elaborate about my stupid, painful, muddy experience. Not that you really care, but it makes me feel better. Hahah.

My legs are jello-esque right now...it's rather uncomfortable, if you've ever experienced it...
They burned when I was running (I'm sure you guys all know this feeling from the mile run). I feel so...slacker-ish, however, because most of the other people could keep running without pause. I is slacker, and proud. Well, not really. But I'm working on it.
...
Still hurts.
Well, to be very, very specific, it doesn't hurt right now. I feel...numb. Like a bad sort of numb--you know the type when your nerves decided to commit suicide to escape from the hell you put them through? Yeahh.

Did I mention it was raining?
Yes. It was.
A little drizzle, but still raining.
I, with terrible judgement, decided to take off my waterproof coat because I was warm.
Sad, sad.
It rained, it was muddy, tree leaves were sticking out into the trail at very low angles, I was too fat to run properly, my legs burned, dirt had seeped into my right shoe and there were bits of gravel in my left.
Joy.
Bloody, bloody joy.

Guess what?
I get to do this again tomorrow!
Except instead of Island Crest Park (which was somewhat acceptable--the coach couldn't see if you were running or not heheh) we're running on Tiger Mountain.
Can you imagine?
She said we're running all the way to the top.
All. The. Bloody. Way.
I'm dying, just thinking about it.
In pain already.
Not to mention I'll be sore like...and old person (wow, lame analogy) tomorrow.
Ow.
And then, you can't forget the way back down!
And the bloody 'warm downs', which resemble sprints.
And doing 50 push-ups, which was supposed to 'help you run faster'.
Ow.
Did I mention that I can't really do push ups?
I did about ten, and collapsed.
Well, not really.
We were outside, so I just kind of held it.
And pretended to be examining my shoe.
Lame, yeah.
But hey, what's a girl to do?
-shifty eyes-

Alright, I'm pretty much done with my rant.
Congratulations if you made it all the bloody way through.
Especially if any of you actually look at my blog at all, considering I haven't posted in...well, let's just say a long time.
Thanks for reading, and leave a comment if you've got time.
Whoo!

P.S. You know what's really lame? I don't know my school mascot. I don't know my schedule. I don't know what classes I have. I don't know if I'm even registered at all (wouldn't that be sad, if I wasn't on their roster?).
Yeahh. Toodles!