I'm at my aunt and uncle's house now. sort of near los angeles. It's nice seeing my relatives - well, most of them. My parents are making my sister visit all these colleges down here - and she's not interested in any of them - and they're making me go on all the tours. they're quite boring. and she has NO interest in any of them. actually her plan has her going to University of Australia, forget which one, or SF state. I'm pretty much set on UC Irvine, if I'm going to college right after high school. This computer is in a closet, which is actually pretty cool. Haha, I'm a closet blogger. And my dad and uncle (the only ones here right now) don't even know I'm home - think I'm out shopping with mom and Megan. So. Out and over.

Christmas was nice. Haven't got much to say.

O komm doch, komm zu mir
Du nimmst mir den Verstand
O komm doch, komm zu mir
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand

O du bist so schön
Schön wie ein Diamant
Ich will mir dir gehen
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand

In deinen Armen bin ich glücklich und froh
Das war noch nie bei einer anderen einmal so
Einmal so, einmal so

O komm doch, komm zu mir
Du nimmst mir den Verstand
O komm doch, komm zu mir
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand

In deinen Armen bin ich glücklich und froh
Das war noch nie bei einer anderen einmal so
Einmal so, einmal so

Oh du bist so schön
Schön wie ein Diamant
Ich will mir dir gehen
Komm gib mir deine Hand...

I tell you, hearing that on the radio was the high point of my day.

Yay. Tomorrow I have only one class, not counting reg. But I have to sign in for math. I want to go to Wallenberg. Must get directions from Sara...

Oh dear. Gift Day (falls on the last school day of the year) is upon me, and I still have...*thinking* four? five? presents left to buy for school friends. I'm going shopping after ballet tonight, and if it weren't for that stupid class meeting tomorrow, I could get a lot done before reg as well. I wonder if my parents are going to let me skive off.

In German today, we were watching a most awesome subtitled movie called Run Lola, Run. I'm going to rent it over break and finish it.

Wiedersehn

Pintel: You. You’re supposed to be dead!
Jack : Am I not? [looks down on himself] Hmm. [turns around and attemps to walk away, finds himself facing several pistols. turns back, thinking.] Puhluley...puhlulehvoos...parleli...parsnip, parsley...par...par…
Ragetti: Parley?
Jack : Parley! That’s the one. Parley! Parley!
Pintel: Parley? Damned to the depths whatever man had thought of parley.
Jack : That would be the French.
Depp is a genius.

"Captain Jack Sparrow...a roguish pirate who could pass for the illegitimate spawn of rockers Keith Richards and Chrissie Hynde."

I'm at school, so I was finally able to visit sara's xanga. you have to wade through some confusing conversations about puberty and butts if you want to get to a real post, but it's very yellow monkey.

http://www.xanga.com/yellowmonkeyevil

I got a lot of shopping done this weekend. went to stonestown with Jocie, got presents for Morgan, Rebecca, Mom, and...that's all I can remember. Then later somewhere else I got my Secret santa's present.

I got a video from the library for my modern world project, and it was really boring. I watched about 15 minutes, and it seemed like about 45. I had to turn it in late and pay a dollar, and all for naught. darn.

toodles.

Sara was at Lowell! All day on Wednesday! In German, I kept turning around to talk to Grace or Peter or something and she would be gone, from her shadow seat in the back, and that would startle me. And then I would look around a few seconds later and she would be there, grinning scarily. It was kinda freaky. And then yesterday, I turned around again and THERE SHE WAS smiling so eerily in her white puffy jacket. I think I screamed a bit. It was brilliant, man. Sara besuchen macht Spass.

and THEN right after school pretty much me and Connie went to the CORONET (the coolest theater) to see THE RETURN OF THE KING an entire week it came out. We had spiffy spiffy seats, no one was even sitting in the seats directly in front of us. We only had to wait in line for about a minute, because Carter was near the front and we got to cut. Mr. Kim got us popcorn and we were sitting with Connie's friend Mia, who I don't know but seemed really nice. Also very LOTR-knowledgeable. We had to kill about 40 minutes before the movie, but it went pretty fast. Then the lights dimmed and the curtains parted (yes, they have curtains at the coronet. very cool.) and on came the new line cinema logo and "wingnut pictures presents". no previews. and then the movie! IT WAS AMAZING!

but now the journery is over and there shall be no more gorgeous films about wizards and beautiful elves and evil rings and furry-footed hobbits. we don't want the journey to end...

"Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now."
- Alex (listening to Beethoven's Ninth Symphony)
from A Clockwork Orange

Christmas presents - it's gonna be different this year. I don't want to get people weird little trinkets this year, like I always do. And after three years of pretty much the same crowd, there's no ambiguity about which ones are actually my friends. So there aren't that many school friends I'm getting presents for. This is mainly because of the secret santa circle - I won't need to get anyone who's in it a present except for one. So there are a few good friends I'm getting presents for. I only want to give really good stuff though - so I'm can expect to spend a good long while shopping for presents.

Hobbitsoup: your ballet class is special

I think a lot of the people in Ballet 5 are kind of stupid. For your entertainment, a sample of locker room conversation.

Ballet 5 Girl #1: "Chloe, I think your boobs are bigger than mine."

Ballet 5 Girl #2: "No, they just look bigger because she's so tiny."

Ballet 5 Girl #3: "Thank you. Hey, do you think this leotard makes me look fat?"

Ballet 5 Girl #2: "No, it looks cute on you."

Ballet 5 Girl #3: "You're always honest. You don't always say that I look good, because I don't always look good. If I don't look good, you say so. So I know that I can trust you."

Ballet 5 Girl #2: "Right, so when I say you look good, you know that you really do."

Ballet 5 Girl #3: "Right. Do you think I should wear my hair high or low? I think low, because I look like a she-man when it's high."

Ballet 5 Girl #1: "I think my butt is getting bigger."

Ballet 5 Girl #2: "I think you should put some clothes on."

Ballet 5 Girl #3: "Hey, let's pull up our tights really high and keep them that way for the entire class."

Rat Race
Once again the blank page mocks me,
But when I speak only strangers’ words are heard.
Our language is of empty insights and gaudy revelations cause
Inspiration is hard to find in purgatory.
At 17 years old I’m standing on the edge of something big,
Something so big that I can’t even describe it, so big that I don’t even know what it is,
So big that it swallows me whole.
And as others, deservedly or undeservedly, move on to their respective futures,
I am stuck, like a rodent lacking steroids, left behind in this f*cking rat race.

-Julie Vinogradsky

I know what I'm gonna get my secret santa person now.

That's good.

My group's gotta present a German dialogue today and I just got the script. I don't know what went wrong, but I didn't get the email. Maybe she spelled it wrong or something. Yikes. Hope I can memorize it by mod 14.

Love makes crazy fools of us all.

Manic-depressives, more like.

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend.
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call.
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.

from A Midsummer Night's Dream

Got a phone call from a weird giggly psycho today. Wants to know various things about me:

Did I send someone's brother a love letter?
Did I send anybody a love letter?
Am I in da Rosa's 19/20 modern world?
Am I in the animal rights club?
Am I religious?
Am I shorter than 5 foot 1?
I'm not a stalker?

Was too surprised to think up witty-irritated replies.
Stupid prat.

"It's rainin' crabs, hallelujah, it's rainin' crabs, hallelujah..."

So. I left my jacket and lunchbox in my locker. I left my fast pass in my pocket of my jacket. I just realize this as I am getting on the bus. I try to sneak on, because after all I did pay for the fast pass. Anyway, the bus driver called me dishonest, made me get off the bus, and then tried to run me over. (luckily, Maggie was at the M stop and she had 35 cents.) But isn't life hard enough without bus drivers (and we all know what an intelligent lot they are) ganging up on you? That horrible driver must have a lot of bad karma right now. "Civil servants"...yeah right. They get paid, it's not like they're volunteering. And it's easy work, just sitting on their butts, driving all day, ripping little pieces of paper in half and handing them to someone. And some of them do that weird thing with the rubber band to eliminate that last task.

"Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest... Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly… stupid."
Captain Jack Sparrow

I spent a while looking at my yearbooks last night and this morning. It's really, really depressing. It's not about memories...just nostalgia. Sucks that everyone was split up. Yet it kind of annoys me how all the Hoover people stick together at Lowell. I mean, I do it, but I guess I can see the upside of going to a school where you didn't know anybody. You would meet people. And I do have some new friends...but still, coming from Hoover definitely impairs your potential "fresh start".

I'm gonna have a shadow next Tuesday or the Tuesday after. Her name's Carrie and she's from Bridgmont. Yay.

Remember the 8th grade picnic? Kind of stupid, yet we the deprived city children made do and managed to enjoy ourselves despite stupid pool regulations, lack of vegetarian food, and the beach being contaminated with radiation or something.

Did you know that on average, an elephant has four legs?

I was walking to school from the 28 stop and it started raining. It was kind of fun. Last night I convinced myself for the third or fourth time to give veganism a try. Yeah right. Woke up and had some cheerios with milk. I have a lot of respect for vegans though. It's really, really hard. I would be one but I don't have enough willpower. Well I do I'm just too selfish to spend it on the animals. My admitting that I'm pathetic says that I accept it and could therefore change it. So I could be a vegan I'm just too much of a loser. Yes it is my fault, i'll feel as guilty as i want. And please don't tell me that farm animals are happy, that they enjoy their short, wretched, genetically-engineered lives, 'cause you have no idea what you're talking about.

Song
The first note of that one song you've been waiting your whole life to hear through the pounding raindrops on the glass, on the top of your head you can feel the throbbing but it washes away like dirt on your grandmother's favorite china and you see all the cracks the blue skies that stare back at you as if they
knew, as if they knew.
Your mouth is dry and your head has been hurting the whole long week but all the time, the rosemary smell and the mint that had been beyond your fingers (with the fingernails you've been meaning to cut because they awl your fist as you write) which has been aching for paint and clay without the slightest notion about how to
transform beauty
or write the words...
the wild brambly kicking scratching sagebrush KNOCKS YOU OFF YOUR
FEET!
Your mouth is dry and your nose breathes in the fine red dust that clouds about you
but you smell the rosemary the mint and you think about how you've been meaning to cut the nails that awl your fist clenched around that blue marker or that green pen with the dead ink
The first note of that one song you've been waiting for your whole damn life to hear through the pounding, pounding rain.

-Lauren Lim

LOTR Quotes that are Funnier with the Word "Pants," a.k.a. the Pants Game

"Gondor has no pants. Gondor needs no pants." -Boromir
"Pants me… Don't tell the elf!" -Gimli
"There are no pants left in the race of men." -Elrond
"There is no strength left in the pants of men." -Elrond
"They are not coming to destroy the crops and villages of Rohan. They come to destroy its pants." -Aragorn.
"YOU SHALL - NOT - PANTS!" -Gandalf
"Master hurts us! Master betrays us! We should pants him in his sleep!"
-Gollum
"Not idly do the pants of Lorien fall." -Aragorn
"I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise! 'Don't you pants him Samwise Gamgee.' And I don't mean to, I don't mean to." -Sam

Holly: *dials Sara's number*
Josie: Hello?
Holly: Yeah, can I talk to Sara?
Josie: She's not here right now...oh wait, she's here now, just a second.
*silence*
Josie: Hello? This is Sara.
Holly: No...
Josie: Yes it is...why don't you believe me?
Holly: *laugh laugh laugh*
Josie: Why are you laughing?
Holly: Stop lying! *laughlaugh*
Josie: How do you know I'm lying?
Holly: Oh come on...*laughlaughlaugh*
Josie: Oh all right...what do you want?
Holly: Can you ask Sara to call me back?
Josie: Yeah...okay...
Anna: Can you hear me now?

what if we went to italy/ a suitcase of books and one bag a piece for the summer/ i don't speak a word of italian/ except for campari and soda for two, how much is a lire/ yes, a villa will do and a breeze in tuscany please

what if we spent all of our days, improving our minds, learning new ways to be lazy/ it wouldn't be too much of a strain/ relax after breakfast 'til lunch comes around/ can't wait for dinner, oh, i need to lie down/ and refuel, out by the pool

what if the ancients were lazy like us/ too blissed out to paint, to sketch or to sculpt/ just as relaxed as the tower of pisa/ not ever missing that old mona lisa

what if we never got back on the plane/ as summer turned colder and then warmer again/ losing all track of the passing of years/ 'til it no longer mattered how long we'd been here

what if we went to italy/ maybe next year, just you and me for the summer/ i still can't speak any italian/ but words are replaced under siennese skies/ by nothing so much as a nod, and a sigh, and a wish to be always like this

mary chapin carpenter

hmm. so out of boredom I took a "what stereotype are you" quiz and it turned out that I'm a goth. good thing I took that quiz because if I hadn't, I would never have found out.

Today started out all right, although Krolikowski was rather rude. I was feeling super during dance, really hyper and happy, although not so much by the end. By the wye I don't like Jasmine's choreography very much. And of course math killed the Happy. During lunch Yael told me that Dorie was coming to visit. I got super excited , but Dorie wasn't there by the end of mod 13. I went to German feeling crappy and very let down. I checked in the courtyard after class; she wasn't there then either. I was a contrary brat in English, and was feeling even worse when Dorie wasn't there at mod 18 either. I called her later in the evening, and it was sort of awkard, but it would have been okay if I hadn't started whining and complaining. I could tell I annoyed her and made her feel sort of bad. You know, I would never talk about myself this much if I was actually speaking to someone. So please, forgive me. I've been a selfish brat for a lot of today. As Morgan would say -

Cheers.

yup. it's mod 18, which for me basically stands for boredom. I worked really hard on my vocab for da rosa's class. I remembered to print it off, and I even stapled it. Then what? I forget to put it in my binder. Hopefully I'll be able to mooch a note off of Mutti so that she won't take of points for lateness. Mom's driving me to ballet today, which is awesome. Usually I have to catch the M, which means I have to speedwalk from school. It's miserable, really. I'm a strolling kind of person. Elizabeth teaches today. I don't have to work as hard because she's not as important and probably won't effect whether I get moved up or not. I think I'm doing well, and I hope beyond hope that I'll get moved up in January, or even December! I'll definitely have fallen behind in pointe though. And I'm worried that when I do move up, I'll be back to my old quality of dancing since it's a bit harder. And, argh, Richard will be doing that *slow blink. stare.* thing he does when he thinks that you're doing horrible. Forgive me my rants. I talk about ballet a lot and I'm not even very good. I hope you don't get the impression that I am. Connie and people were talking about visiting SOTA and I was really excited about it, but then someone pointed out that since I don't get out til 3:30, I wouldn't be able to. Unless I was able to get a PTL to miss da Rosa's class. = D Which is not going to happen, of course.

I have to share with you a hilarious bit from a Newsweek article. It describes a reality show in which the daughters of two self-made millionaires are "exiled" to Altus, Arkansas (population: 817).

"Inside the Leding's modest farmhouse, [Paris]Hilton and [Nicole]Richie face surprise after nasty surprise. A single bathroom. A well. 'What are wells for?' asks Hilton. 'Water,' says mom Janet Leding. Richie is so bewildered she needs to check her bearings. 'Do you guys hang out at Walmart?' she asks. 'I've always heard that people hang out at Walmart.' The Ledings look confused. So does Hilton. 'What is Walmart?' she asks. 'Is it, like, they sell wall stuff?'"

http://www.latimes.com/news/politics/recall/la-me-women2oct02,0,2248018.story

"Terminate the Gropenator!"
-Morgan

You know what he's called in Boondocks? (You know, the comic strip?) The Gropenfuhr! Haha, I find that hilarious to the point of almost going to the trouble to find out how to type an umlaut.

hobbits are stupid, throw rocks at them.

iheartcrabs: you know what!?
hobbitsoup: what
iheartcrabs: this kid at lowell was dressed up as frodo
hobbitsoup: REALLY?
hobbitsoup: ahhhhhhh!!!!!!
iheartcrabs: would you rather make him into hobbit noodle soup, or hobbit and veggie soup?
hobbitsoup: veggie
iheartcrabs: i really hate that kid though
iheartcrabs: let's boil him alive, alright?
hobbitsoup: who was it
iheartcrabs: i don't know
hobbitsoup: egg him
iheartcrabs: Woo!
hobbitsoup: on freshman friday
iheartcrabs: we already had that
iheartcrabs: next year then
hobbitsoup: now!
iheartcrabs: or...rocks!
iheartcrabs: yay!
hobbitsoup: Yippie

Season = Spring
You're Most Like The Season Spring ...

Fresh faced, with a young outlook on life - you
smile at the world and expect it to smile back
at you. You're mostly a bubbly, fun - innocent
person. Described as cute possibly. However,
you're a little naive about things and tend to
be a little too trustworthy.
As the first season, It Makes you the youngest -
and so most immature - but people are inclined
to look out for and protect you.

Well done... You're the most fun of the seasons :)

brought to you by Quizilla

Feeling kind of sad. Don't know why.

I had the weirdest dream. I was in Level 6 and I was taking class with Lina, in this tiny tiny studio, it wasn't even as wide as the catwalk. There was room for a piano though. And there were only a couple people in there besides me and Lina. I don't think there was a teacher. Then these girls came in late and got really close to me at the barre (funnily enough that happens all the time in real life), so close that one girl's elbow was actually in my face. (?) Weird.

Ding dong, the Chin is dead,
Which old Chin
MR. CHIN!
Ding dong, the wicked Chin is dead...

Me and Sara used to sing that song all the time in P.E. Especially on run days. Remember that day he made us run in the rain? Ah, the nostalgia.

"Oh...I LOVE this song!"
-Captain Jack Sparrow

Cider Girl 127: !!!!!!!!!!!!
Cider Girl 127: so carter's watching king of the hill
Cider Girl 127: (i have no clue why)
iheartcrabs123: uh huh
Cider Girl 127: and dale, the neighbor goes "let's grow oranges in alaska!"
Cider Girl 127: and hank goes "dale, you gribblit head!"
iheartcrabs123: REALLY?!
Cider Girl 127: YES

Last night I watched Bend it Like Beckham. It was okay. Script sucked though. And everyone talked really fast. Dunno if that's a British thing or if that's just the actors. I'm caught up in math now...amazingly enough. I never do my homework the night it's assigned...so I'm usually a night or two behind. Tomorrow I have a "meeting" with my counselor...i think she wants to meet everybody. You know what's really good? Frozen banana slices. Bananas are definitely my favorite fruit...I heard about this trilogy Tuesday thing, when movie theaters are playing all of the lord of the rings movies, one after the other. I would LOVE to go to that but it's probably already sold out, just like the ROTK premier. But even if it wasn't, I couldn't get tickets cause you need some sort of code schmutz to buy them online. Fandango really, really sucks.

hmm...it's mod 8 and no one's in the courtyard yet so yeah... a little blogging. just got out of p.e., we didn't dress cause it's special schedule (means I don't have to get to school until 10:40, super). instead we watched clips of lowell football games (my p.e. teacher is the coach). it had a weird "soundtrack" all these bad rap songs. mr. k is definitely something of a rap person...he always puts on music in the weight gym; it's hilarious because you can totally see guys lifting to the music you know, like grunting in a manly way or whatever.

I feel really crappy right now. mostly it's dance class. when it sucks, so does the rest of your day. I did a miserable job on the pirouettes combination. It would be okay if I knew I could do better, but I don't. The most hopeful thing I can think right now is that perhaps it will improve with time. Why do I let my moods be controlled that way? And in English Jackie's group did a really awesome presentation, so now I get to go spend another couple hours touching up my part. You could tell that he did a LOT of revising...of OTHER people's writing. Some of his group members were just reading some original Jackie aloud. why doesn't he just go to honors and let us poor non-honors material type kids alone?

"You know, you wake up and look out the window. It's beautiful and sunny. Then you have a bad class and the day is ruined."
-Toni Bentley
from Winter Season

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