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For Seniors

2007-01-28T20:40:00.000-08:00

Does it seem like this time of year is just closing in on you, yet you've just discovered these big, bright, beautiful wings and you want to test them out? It sounds cliched, but it's so true! I guess when I took off on Saturday, I felt like I didn't want to go home. I couldn't stand having everything thrown at me, things in my room reminding me of the mountain of things I have to complete before June, my parents nagging at me about who knows what--so, I just started walking.
I just kept walking, sometimes running, just listening to my mp3 player, the sound of my feet hitting the ground, the breath in my lungs, and the scents of the country around me. The sky was beautiful on Saturday morning--crystal clear, cool, refreshing.
So I kept walking, just to see where my feet would take me. I don't regret making my parents worry, I was glad, even. I felt like running was the only statement I could make. I knew that as soon as I felt like it, I would either turn around or find a nearby phone. But I never really felt like it. I was having an adventure, just striking out on my own. If I felt worry at all, it was that someone would find me and make me go home.
Perhaps I live my life through metaphors. Perhaps just taking my own road at my own time means that I am ready to start living my own life. And I think I have been ready for a while now. But I'm just caged by the next five months and can't seem to grasp enough fortitude to keep plowing on blindly.
And waiting for the Peppedine letter is excruciating. I want to decide my future, to dream about it, but there is always a cloud swirling between me and knowing.
I guess that's how God works.

Beta Convention!

2007-01-13T20:50:00.000-08:00

So, I finally attended Beta convention this weekend at the Hyatt in Dallas. It was very enjoyable, despite being cut short because of the ice storm. I've never really been in that area of Dallas before, so I found it interesting to see a new facet of a city I've lived around my entire life. I really liked a lot of the campaign promotional skits, and the talent contest finals were quite good as well. I particularly enjoyed the group that sang "Boondocks" and the girl who sang "Defying Gravity". I swear Idina Menzel inhabited her body for that brief period of time. I sort of wish I knew how much fun the convention was, maybe I would have skipped All Region last year when I was second chair and unimportant, and gotten to experince the unabridged version. I think what I enjoyed most, though, was a school trip without all of Mr. R's and the band's stupid rules. A boys' room, for instance, was right next door to a girls' room, and there were no silly things like keeping doors open and the 'no horizontal' rule when members of the opposite sex were in the same room. And yet, no one got pregnant, violated, arrested, or caused any kind of disruption. Glad to know Mr. R trusts us. And we didn't have a light's out rule either, and yet, everyone got sleep.
I can't wait for college

A job at last!

2006-11-23T10:01:00.000-08:00

Yayy! I can cross one thing off of my to-do list. I'm now working at Gadzooks, making $6.25 an hour. The managers are really nice and the hours aren't bad. I am somewhat anxious to see how working will play into my already busy schedule, but I need money badly. I just hope that I won't have to take off of work a lot for things like games and other school-related stuff.
Anyway, I hope everyone is having a happy Thanksgiving!
Ta

O, anxiety

2006-11-15T20:44:00.000-08:00

It seems that everything this year is like one big, outrageous parfait: one thing one top of another. I know other seniors have college plans to worry about, but it seems I have set a standard so high that I'm going to kill myself trying to acheive it. I have to get my SAT scores up to get a good scholarship ANYWHERE. I have to apply to what seems like hundreds of scholarship programs, all wanting essays, essays, essays. I have to find a job. I have to practice and make region (and hopefully state). I have to practice my solo. I have to keep up with my school work. I have to study for AP exams. I need to attend weektime church services more regularly. I need to be a better leader in my youth group. I need (and want) to find time for my boyfriend. I have to keep my room spotless for potential house-tourers. I need to exercise. I need to work on my portfolio. I need to read my bible more. I need to organize my room.....
And the list continues. A church camp counselor gave a very accurate prediction for me this summer. She said that I would be swamped with things to do, and that one of the lies that the devil was going to tell me was that I couldn't do it (but that is a lie because all things are possible through Christ). I know that I can do it. It's just so easy to despair.
And it doesn't help that my parents feel it imperative to remind me of certain items on this checklist on a daily basis.

long time no update

2006-11-13T11:08:00.000-08:00

So, to the dust motes and random cyberspace tidbits that read my blog, I am sorry for not updating lately. I've been really busy with school, ect., etc. I got some good news over the weekend..
I got into Harding, and was invited to enroll in the Honors College! Yay!
Now if I can just get some scholarhips and get my SAT scores up.
More later, hopefully..

The closing of a book

2006-10-29T09:59:00.000-08:00

Well, now that UIL is over, I feel as if I can finally breathe and concentrate on the plethora of other things that fight for prominence in my mind. Like ATSSB for instance, college applications, school, church, and Kreyton. I've been so caught up in everything that I have to get done in the next few weeks that I'm literally sick. I haven't been able to write, or draw, or read, or do anything besides homework, drill team, and band. I"m tired of coddling freshmen, I'm tired of running around with a bass drum, and I'm tired of being so selfish. It seems like senior year just heightens an adolescent's natural inclination to be self-centered. I want to be more servant-hearted, taking pride and desire in serving others, but at every turn I'm forced to think of myself again. It's getting hard for me to even pray for others, because there is so much worrying me. I just have to remember Matthew 6:25-27 "Therefor I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat o drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?"
And so I just have to keep telling myself that; that God will show me where I will be next year, that He will take care of my worries if I just give them to Him.
But that is so easier said than done.

2006-09-09T13:14:00.000-07:00

You Are Teal Green

You are a one of a kind, original person. There's no one even close to being like you.

Expressive and creative, you have a knack for making the impossible possible.

While you are a bit offbeat, you don't scare people away with your quirks.

Your warm personality nicely counteracts and strange habits you may have.

What Color Green Are You?

you're brilliant tonight

2006-08-28T18:37:00.000-07:00

In my procrastination mode, I write poetry. This one is dedicated to the drill team!!

The mini-suns burn in a ring of light
Crowning each face in a glowing halo
Hold your head up high, let your red lips smile;
You're brilliant tonight.

Let each heart pulse as one,
Let each eye find a mate,
Let each hand grasp infinity,
Let each movement be emotion.

Lift your chest to its greatest height,
Beam for no one but yourself--
But let none else know it.
You're brilliant tonight.

Let each step be intricate,
Let each laugh be subtle,
Let your joy burn through
Let your soul soar higher.

The dazzle of the night
Illuminates your form,
Your dance is perfect,
You're brilliant tonight.

Each approving of the sight,
Bear graces and love and pride
But none is greater than your own delight,
For you were brilliant tonight.

and here we go again... for the last time

2006-08-15T16:49:00.000-07:00

So, school has started!
I'm a SENIOR!
Here's a rundown of my first day...
1st period: Band
I barely got to shower and change because the new coaches decided to hand out workout clothes in BOTH girls' locker rooms, then wouldn't budge when we came in, sweaty and nasty, desperately needing to shower and be ready within 15 minutes. Mr. Weatherman finally had to wrangle us a boys' locker room for the last ten minutes that we had to get ready. Grrr
2nd period: AP English 4
Whyyyyyy are there so many people in an AP class? 25 noisy seniors cannot possibly prepare for and do well on an AP test with every seat filled in a large classroom. Mrs. Long is going to have (excuse the pun) a very long year (ahhh).
3rd period: Anatomy and Physiology
Whyyyyyyyyy are there so many people in honors Anatomy? 32 people in a class that will only hold 24, and Mr. Carey refuses to accomodate more seating. Eight people need to drop Anatomy so that everyone can have a seat.
4th period: AP Calculus
Yay, finally an AP class that is proportional. 9 seniors, only two of them girls (including me).
5th period: Multimedia
Looks like it will be fun...
6th period: Spanish 3
Mrs. Pack managed to include how much she loves her granddaughter Paige, how much she excludes her husband from all of her activities, and how much she loves agua de coco into the very first day of school. GUANABANA! Oh, and all the preppy girls on the far side of the classroom are going to drive me insane.
7th period: Freeeeeeeee
We decorated Julia's locker
Drill Team:
There is no way that I am staying until 5:30 everyday. I have things to do. It had better end on 5 on Tuesdays or else I don't get to eat dinner before Tuesday night rehearsals (whence I will get home at 9, not having eaten since 11:50 am)
I can't wait for graduation

Ta

A 5!!!!!!

2006-07-23T11:40:00.000-07:00

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention: I got my AP results while I was at Kadesh (my mom called me)
I got a 5 on the AP English 3 Exam..
Whoeeeeeeeee.
Mrs. Kelly's crazy but she knows what she's talking about!
(oh yeah, and I got a 4 on the U.S. History exam!)
Yipeeee!

Back home

2006-07-21T13:02:00.000-07:00

Wow, two weeks is too long! First I was at Kadesh, then in Colorado... where to begin..
I had an awesome week at ACU's Leadership camp, Kadesh. I met so many new people and caught up with some old friends. God really spoke to me this week and got me spiritually recharged. I met Jason, who was my group leader, who is in a band, Streets of Simon Lee. The last day of camp, during group free time, Jason played some songs for us and I really loved his band's music. I bought a CD and it hasn't left my walkman.
Colorado was COLD! My family and I went tent camping near Pike's Peak and nearly froze in the 40 degree nights. We saw much wildlife--elk, mule deer, grouse, chipmunks, turkeys, marmots. We hiked up to some spectacular views and my dad drove us up Pike's Peak--the road of which is a little two-lane path (sometimes paved, sometimes dirt) up the 14,000 foot giant. The drive up was terrifying; sometimes it was like cliff, road, cliff, you-slip-a-little-you-die. The view from the top was breathtaking; 1 inch on the horizon equaled 38 miles...so you literally saw for hundreds of miles.
We got back Friday afternoon, and I'm glad to be back.
Ta

I've missed the fireflies

2006-06-28T11:09:00.000-07:00

So, seeing Les Miz was very enjoyable and I was glad to see some people. Brittany has told me that drill team is going to be different this year. Mrs. Babb has a lot of more traditional ideas about drill team coupled with some newer sorts that I'm excited about, namely the idea of extending dance into the second semester and doing a spring show (hopefully with different outfits!), some proposals I question, though, include the notion of having the drill team dance to some band stands tunes.... with half the drill team in band, I'm not entirely sure how it is going to work, especially since all of the flutes, excluding misti, will be in the drill team, and two of the trumpets, and some of the percussion section (Hannah, Gabby, me..) etc.
Another idea is to use props in some routines. I for one am not a fan of props. Maybe it's just my dance academy background, but I don't see dancing on ladders and big mexican skirts as being just a little cheesy (more like embarrassing).
But if we do finally get to perform at pep rallies and perhaps some basketball games... it would be nice to have some more publicity for the drill team, since, uh, good members are coming in smaller and smaller quantities.
But I digress.
College is almost over, of that I am extremely glad. Already I'm looking forward to the last day and its celebration activities with glee. I have Kadesh in two weeks, and then a week at home to stretch, then drill team camp, senior servant retreat in Galveston, and then good ole' band starts up. Which reminds, me I really need to have a few oboe lessons between now and August.
Yesterday was Kreyton and my 10 month anniversary. I love you (insert cute, fluffy nickname here)!
Ta

quizzed while bored

2006-06-23T09:43:00.000-07:00

You Are Sunrise

You enjoy living a slow, fulfilling life. You enjoy living every moment, no matter how ordinary.

You are a person of reflection and meditation. You start and end every day by looking inward.

Caring and giving, you enjoy making people happy. You're often cooking for friends or buying them gifts.

All in all, you know how to love life for what it is - not for how it should be.

What Time Of Day Are You?

You Communicate With Your Eyes

When you say, "I'll believe it when I see it" - you really mean it.

For you, what you see is a lot more important than what you hear.

You don't take someone's words at face value. You judge people by their facial expressions, body language, and appearance.

You tend to be quiet, but when you talk, you tend to make eye contact and describe things in colorful detail.

How Do You Communicate?

You Should Honeymoon in Mexico!

After planning your wedding, all you want to do is relax

No busy honeymooon for you. You'll take a warm beach and a cool cocktail.

Plus, you can stay in a super swank hotel for cheap

And discover that there's little better than a pool with a built in bar!

Suggested destinations: Cancun, Acapulco, Cabo San Lucas, Cozumel

Where Should You Go On Your Honeymoon?

Flowing Strapless Dress

Feminine yet chic, you are a traditional romantic who still knows how to party!

What's Your Prom Style?

kicked out again

2006-06-16T21:23:00.000-07:00

Well, this is the second time this week that I've been exiled from my house because realtors are showing it. You know, I really wish that they would call the night before like they're supposed to, instead of in the morning after I leave, or an hour before they show up, it's just decorum, people.
Anyway, since I had nowhere to go and no desire to sit at a restaurant soaking up grease for two hours, I went to the park--and was nearly blown away by the 40 mph gusts. I was able to tackle my notebook for the first hour, so, here's what I wrote:
On the prairie, one can feel unbearably alone. Surrounded by leagues of rippling grasses, it becomes simple to allow the whistling winds to croon a tune of desolation and solitude. Before the storm comes, fear and awe replace the emptiness. Violet howlers come whipping across the plains and across your face and attempt to wrest your clothing from your body, churning as do the breakers of the sea. The blue walls of the sky-wave--the thunderhead--bear down upon the helpless blades, piling their banks of curl and rip before them. The quiet before the chaos steals your breath and the very dust is ensnared in suspension. Then, the darkness and confusion break upon you, and you know that you are not alone.
********
Mirages pooled on the highway floor, the sky leaked onto the road and turned images onto their heads. August shaded her eyes and adjusted the air conditioner in her car as she drove--to where, she knew not. As she increased the volume on the car radio, she tried in vain not to think of him, but failed..

Blow, mighty wind,
Round the corners of the earth.
Let your hands tear
At Man's transgressions,
Let your voice lift the
Fears of all.
Let your chaos and your gentleness,
Beguile the sea forever.
Let your force be that
Of Lion's roar,
And as melodious may you be.
May your swirling
Tempests squall,
Your artisans roll.
May your whims be as endless
As the sands in the desert.
May you be the greatest
Of Nature's wrath.

Baby Killdeer!

2006-06-08T21:19:00.000-07:00

There are about a million of these little guys running around my back yard. Me encanta.

I'M A SENIOR!!!!!

2006-05-31T10:43:00.000-07:00

So, it's been an outrageously long time since I last updated, but my life has been rather hectic, as some of you know. School ended, awards were given, graduation happened, and I just got back from the TSSEC band trip early this morning. My ensemble received a 1, and my solo received a 2. Went to Schlitterbahn and had fun, though I've discovered that I don't really like tube rides: the tube chafes and the rides aren't that fun or exciting. I would rather have spent more time at the other Schlitterbahn park than we did, but all Mr. R wanted to do was ride the old rides.
Anyway; I'm about to depart for Mississippi, and will be back by next week. I miss my boyfriend!
Ta

college visit

2006-04-29T00:02:00.000-07:00

I got a nice (if wet) re-introduction to the college I attend every summer for camp. Before the tour, my mom and I had a meeting with the art department. We met most of the professors, one of which (a male) sported a ponytail. The metal-casting teacher was this huge, deep-voiced man who took a huge piece of cake from the leftovers from a dinner the previous night. I got to look at some of the artwork, which was quite impressive, then got to observe a figure-drawing class. Some of the students were very talented... others, not so much. I could have kicked myself that I didn't bring my portfolio file with me, because one of the professors wanted to know if I had.
After my meeting with the art deparment, the very cute admissions counselor Robert led a group of us prospective ACU-ers around campus, taking us to all of the places I'd been to before at camp but had never seen during the school year. The somewhat awful freshman dorms that I stay in during camp, I discovered, is the better of the two freshman girl dorms. Oh well, I heard that the sophomore dorms are much better. I saw some of the kids from our church who attend ACU, and one of the seniors from my youth group was a member of the tour group. I got to attend a costume-designing class, and learned a lot about renting costumes, alterations, and broadway costumes in this class. Apparently broadway costumes are "bullet-proof", made from extremely sturdy material, able to withstand hundreds of costume changes and alterations. Our afternoon department visit with the English professors was cancelled due to incelement wearther, so my mom and I hopped in the van to flee the hail and tornadoes due to wreak their wrath on the midwest (though it caught up to us around 11 last night). I got some shirts for 10 dollars each and a zip-up hoodie before I left. I love collegiate wear!
Ta

the rain of April isn't sweet

2006-04-25T20:47:00.000-07:00

The sweetness of the spring has soured,
With bitter tears flow the streams,
My flowes bloom of heartache,
My face is raw with salt.

Like so many dusty phials
With amber liquid in their depth,
Fermented, pushing out,
Are the whispers of my heart.

The stone columns of Petra,
Crumble down about the eaves,
Of the rain that falls in April,
The rain that isn't sweet.

What little sunshine exists,
Is denied by rumbling thunder,
A bruised sky weeps,
As do I.

Enjoy the sunshine on the leaves,
Keep it well inside your heart,
Lest soon your rivers flow,
With heartache's weary salt.

well, for Friday...

2006-04-14T23:04:00.000-07:00

Ok, before I recount my sort of blah Friday, I must say, myspace has competely blindfolded all my friends previously on blogger, thown them into a pit, flipped on the lights and said, "Surprise! You're on myspace now, fellas!" Apparently I wasn't on the hit list, and I'm glad of it, too. No one reads my blog anymore, bothers to comment on it, Andrew and I are pretty much the only ones who ever keep up with our blogs, and even he seems to venture over to myspace more and more often. I'm not giving up on blogger.. ever!!! I love blogger! Myspace can take is friend lists and just go away.
So, anyway, now that I've stamped that rant, I have a few announcements:
I've lost a few pounds, whether from stress, my renewed workout regime, the change in the weather, my eating habits, whatever, they're gone, yay!
Slept until 11:00 today, after going to bed at my normal time; the weeks have just caught up with me.
Kreyton came over around 3, we walked around in the heat, then came inside and made smoothies, then I broke the blender because when I put the glass blender container in the sink, it fell over and split into two halves.
Kreyton took me to eat out with his grandmother and Shelton, then we went back to his house and watched the Delaware v. Hofstra lacrosse game.
My parents and a car full of rambunctious 11 year old boys picked me up from Kreyton's house, and we had a noisy ride home, where I had some pizza and cake.
I dyed eggs by myself and glittered them. They're pretty.

And, to polish off this post nicely, here's a poem, composed on the spot.

I looked to the grey horizon and saw
From the sky an angel fall.
Night descended all too fast,
I wandered if the light would last.

Stirring road-dust I scaled the crest,
Of wave after wave of ungiven rest,
Of wave after wave of black unknown,
I cantered towards the light the angel shone.

Stepping into the fairy-ring
Of golden growths on mushrooms cling,
Thrown from the heavenly host
I thought there I perceived a ghost.

Sprawled amongst flattened blooms,
The form of seraph impressed in sweet perfumes.
No coporeality to be found,
But the shadow on the ground.

Portuguese

2006-04-04T18:54:00.000-07:00

Someone from Brazil liked the photo on Flikr of Kreyton kissing my cheek, and posted the picture (and linked it back to me) on their fotolog, along with this song in Portuguese:

De Perto

Não quero estar nesse lugar
E ver você partir
Eu quero te esperar onde você quer ir
Te receber
Te acomodar
Te oferecer a mão
Poder cantar, te acompanhar ao violão
Quero te ver de perto
Quero dizer que o nosso amor deu certo
Não sei viver só e sem sonhar
Sem fé, sem ter alguém
Faz tempo que eu te espero
E que te quero bem
Sonho em fazer pro nosso amor uma bela canção
Que me traga paz sem culpa
Ao coração
"De Perto"Os Paralamas do SucessoComposição: Herbert Vianna

Here's the literal English translation:
Of Nearby

I am not going to be in that place
And see you leave
I want to expect you where do you want to go receive
You accomodate You offer You the hand Be able to sing,
accompany you to the double bass

I want to see if nearby I want to say that our love worked
Do not I know to live alone and without dream
Without faith, without having someone
Does time that I expect you
And that I want you well
I dream in do for our love a beautiful song
That peace without fault bring
To The heart

the link is here.

The Music of the Night

2006-04-02T16:36:00.000-07:00

Saturday was, by far, the most tiring and satisfying day I've had in a long while. I awoke around five forty-five that morning, spent an hour getting ready, then went with my dad to pick up Julia and lead the rest of the SAT-er's from the high school to Centennial. Got started on the test around 8:30 and worked steadily unitl about 12:45, but wasn't released until 12:55, and so by the time we all piled into my mother's car to leave for Fair Park, it was 1:10 and we had fifty minutes to be in our seats ready to watch a most amazing musical. My mother, bless her, made it to the parking lot with ten minutes to spare, and so we were settling ourselves into our seats with our playbills in hand just as the lights dimmed. With Kreyton's arm around me and my friends and teachers surrounding, it was the most enjoyable entertainment experience I can ever remember having. The actors were phenomenal, the pit orchestra sounded excellent, the special effects and magic were breathtaking--I can only wish that next time I attend a show at Fair Park, that we can procure floor seats--closer to the stage and the bathrooms.
It was such a wonderful evening to be spending with Kreyton. I hadn't seen him for two weeks, and just to see his face in the car window when my mother pulled up to Centennial made my heart beat erractially. He looked very distinguished in his silver shirt and black tie, even though he claimed to be stranlged all night. I've noticed that whenever I'm with Kreyton and adults from the school are around, none of them seem to look at us or talk to us. Just beause they don't know him does not mean that he's not there! I understand that it is awkward to talk to someone you don't know, but please, make an effort!
Anyway, Dallas Summer Musicals rock and the SAT is exhausting.
Much love, Ta.

Cinderell-y, Cinderell-y

2006-03-25T13:22:00.000-08:00

In order to put our house on the market by April, our house requires mucho limpiando, so this morning I woke up and started scrubbing away at my sister's and my bathroom. I wiped down my vanity, cleaned out my drawers, wiped down the mirror, swept and mopped the tile, got down on my knees and scrubbed the tub, the tiled area around the tub, and the toilet. I also emptied out all the trash that accumulates alarmingly rapidly between my sister's and my rooms, which filled a large garbage bag quickly. My dad then caulked the areas that had come loose, and I finished up my room with vacuming, dusting, and started the laundry. It was worth it, though, because I was able to earn my phone privileges back, after having lost them for a week, and was able to get them back a week early. I just wish I could also have seen Kreyton today, as he had another lacrosse game, but you can't have everything.
SAT and Phantom of the Opera are in one week, and I am harboring a splendid mixture of excitement and nerves. For those of you taking the SAT with me on Saturday, my mom suggests that we all meet up at the high school at 7 a.m. then have a parent take us to Centennial for the test, to arrive around 7:30. My mother then plans to take us and Kreyton to Dallas. The SAT starts around 8 and is supposed to end around 12:30. I give us about ten minutes to change into our nicer clothes, and be on our way about 12:50 to 1. If we take the tollway, we can get to dallas in 40 minutes, but then there's getting to Fair Park and getting seated. It would be a pain to take our SAT's in our dresses and ties, but it would cut down on some lost time if we arrived at the test ready to leave.
I guess I leave you with a poem I wrote the other night:

Have you ever
Stood in the snow?
With your arms
Spread wide?
Catching flurries
In your embrace?

Seen the vapor
Of your body?
Puff up, up
To the sky?
Have you tasted
Red lips?

Have you been
Silent in the stillness?
Your heart and breath
The only sounds?
Have you heard
The sigh of the wind?

Have you felt
Invincible?
Has the cold
seeped into your bones?
Have you never felt
So alone?

Have you caught
A diamond from the sky?
In your naked palm
And cradled it?
Have you seen
The etching of an instant?

Have you felt
Your fingers leave you?
Your spirit
Leave your body?
Have you soared up, up
To the sky?

To see where
Stars are made and fall?
Where the vapor
Of your breath collects?
Where the chill
Settles from?

Have you lain
In the white?
Your limbs imitate
An etched instant?
With red lips
Beside you?

Have you looked
To the heavens?
Felt the stars
Fall in your hair?
And seen two
Souls soar?

Up, up?

Spring Sabbatical from School Grounds

2006-03-15T20:30:00.000-08:00

Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. No one seemed very interested in my blog lately (ahem, lack of comments!) so I was rather busy and uninspired to write. However, since a poor little boy is stuck at home with illness #99902, I decided to take pity on you people and bore you with another account of my life. Spring has rolled around, with flowers, greening grass, birdsong, and calendars full of black and red ink. My planner is smoking with all the afterschool rehearsals, homework, and such that typically dominate those lovely months between February and June. Spring break is a beguiling guise that the school puts forth, but in reality, it means nothing but internet research and papers for this poor AP student. Why can't I just study for and take a 6 weeks test? I don't want to spend hours doing a project when I don't have hours to devote to such things. I especially don't rejoice in having to sacrifice this much-needed vacation to said tasks. I should be relaxing, maybe looking over SAT stuff and UIL prep and reading some good books, shopping, catching up on movies, but noooo, ack, enough complaining. I've been home alone so far, since the family, minus dad, have been in Mississippi visiting my ailing grandparents. Apparently my papaw was hospitalized with a swollen leg. I feel badly about not being able to visit him, but with the workload I've been delt, it was a pretty near impossibility. Well, I guess I'll add to this later, Ta

back from San Antone

2006-02-19T20:11:00.000-08:00

When Brian and Keyes and I arrived in San Antonio, the weather was sunny, hot, and humid. The landscaping around the Alamo was colorful, the grass was green, the stones in the walls were warm. The streets sidewalks were full of letter jacket-wearing band students bearing nametags in blue nylon and plastic pouches that were a near cousin of the stylish fanny pack. After registering and wrestling our bags from the van, we checked into our rooms. I met two senior girls from Bowie who were very nice and welcoming. We practiced in the room for a little while before heading down to the Scottish Rite Cathedral, the pride of the crazy Masons, the Knights Templar, and every other 'secret' society of San Antonio. On either side of the front of the stage in the Scottish Rite are huge corinthian columns, behind which is heavy lattice work. Behind the lattice, not visible, are the huge pipes of an organ. We heard the thunderous sound of these pipes when one of the ATSSB organizers pulled aside the heavy red cloth covering the organ and played the first strains of Toccata and Fugue in D minor to open the meeting. After the meeting, chair auditions were held. It seems that last year's seniors across the state of Texas were more talented that this year's, as no one really stood out in auditions on any instrument. I placed third overall, good enough for first chair concert. Luckily enough for me, my oboe decided to completely go out of adjustment, playing low E's and D's with a lovely squeaking sound. I suffered through the next two days on the defective horn, losing a solo in the process to the third chair oboe. A rough blue norther blew in Friday, replacing the sweltering heat of Thursday night with cold, damp winds. At Friday's afternoon rehearsal, after a desperate search for a repairman all afternoon with my mom, the same third chair oboe lent me her brand new horn to play, since she and her band director had brought along two other extras. The horn played beautifully, and I played my remaining solos sufficiently for the concert. Our clinician was Paula Crider, former director of the UT band, a very cool lady. She congratulated me at the end of the concert for my solo work, even though, perfectionist that I am, I was not quite satisfied.
Mom and I drove home Saturday afternoon and evening, beating the heavier part of the freezing rain home. Today I was home bound from church and all other activities because of icy bridges, but that sadly meant that Kreyton could not come and visit.
San Antonio was not quite as fun this year, though we did meet some bagpipers on a street corner Thursday night, because I was the only girl from our school--I miss Becky and Allison! I'd better see some other girls on the van next year!
Ta

2006-02-19T07:23:00.000-08:00

as state looms closer...

2006-02-11T08:28:00.000-08:00

Haven't updated in a while, I know. School as been extremely busy, and Band is demanding more and more, since I've got about three or four different events for which to repair. Our Marble Machine is nearing completion, if we can just get the elevator to work.
I got to see Kreyton last night. He came over and helped me make dinner for my parents. I made Chicken Florentine, golden parmesean potatoes, and buttermilk cornmeal rolls, all of which turned out to be muy delicioso. I also found out that I don't like to peal potatoes.
Well, I don't have much time to discourse on other matters, as I have a very short window in which to complete my History essay and grade that stupid AP test and start my polar graphs project.
Ta

my car has big dent in it and now it's raining!!

2006-01-28T17:17:00.000-08:00

I've probably only told a select few people about this, but Wednesday night I was in an accident. No one was hurt, thankgoodness, I was left turning on green across and intersection, and midway through my turn, the light swiftly turned to yellow, then red, and the oncoming traffic got the green light. Well, I still needed a few seconds to get out of the intersection, but a guy in this old tanker of a car was raring to go and obviously didn't see me (my car is dark, and the intersection was poorly lit), so just as I was almost out of the intersection, the corner of his front bumper collided with my rear right quarterpanel, smashed out a tail light and sent me careening over a curb, flattening both tires on the right side, and into the entrance of a Mobile gas station, where I came to a stop. I was pretty shaken, but luckily not hysterical, and was unscathed.
A lady who had witnessed the accident pulled into the gas station and started making sure I was all right. The guy who had hit me pulled into the gas station a few minutes later; he'd had to go farther up the road and make a u-turn. I called my parents and the lady, Brandy, called the police. When the officer arrived and collected our licenses and insurance and evaluated the situation, he decided that it was difficult to determine whose fault the accident was, and so gave us some information about the police report and left it up to my parents and the other driver to sort out insurance and all that mess.
My dad had to buy some tires the next day to get the car home, and today he started working on reparing it.

In other news, I haven't seen Kreyton since Wednesday night (he came to church with me) and it's making me crazy!!

I also had fun with the close-up mode on my camera:

I am now getting 10 hours of sleep a day thanks to TAKS

2006-01-18T22:30:00.000-08:00

If only the rest of the year could be as easy as this, though hopefully a little more exciting. Three classes a day, and only one of them a homework class. I get to read the books I got over Christmas and take long, much needed naps, and sleep in every morning an extra thirty minutes. TAKS is such wasteful and wonderful time spent.
Two of the three books I received over Christmas were Son of a Witch, sequel to Wicked, and The Other Boleyn Girl, which tells the story of Mary Boleyn Carey, the sister of Anne Boleyn, King Henry VIII's second wife and mother of Queen Elizabeth I. Both are fantastically addicting.
Saturday morning I and my fellow ATSSB-goers nearly froze to death on a bus with a broken heater for two hours en route to Canton. Waking up from clutching my delicate oboe case in my lap was like emerging from hibernation-slow and with much shivering. Sunday I drove to Howe, picked up Kreyton, and spent the day in Sherman. Monday, I don't think I moved from my bed or room much--sleep, homework, and reading kept me a prisoner in my little southeastern corner of the house. Tuesday I kicked my lazy rear and ran two miles! Without stopping! And pretty slowly, too!
Tonight I actally attended Wednesday night church for the first time a long while. I forgot how much I missed it, though we didn't have any singing, which, in my opinion, is the best component of youth group. Oh well, Kreyton came with me, since he was already in Plano but couldn't practice lacrosse, due to his good deed of giving blood. He's also become addicted to Monster engergy drinks, goes into withdrawl and passes out if he can't have one. I'm thinking I should either step in and intervene, or let him learn his lesson about the dangers of drinking more than two high-sugar, high-caffine beverages in one day. Hmm..
Ta

carnage

2006-01-08T03:57:00.000-08:00

By far, this has been one of the most eventful days I've had in a long, long while. I got up bright and early this morning and traveled to Argyle with the rest of the area qualifiers and had a grand time working myself up over what I thought was a bad second round audition. (Although the first round was quite excellent). Then I got the results.
STATE BABY!!!
Oh, it's such a relief.
My family picked me up from Argyle and we traveled to College Station for my cousin Sarah's wedding reception. We had good food and my cousin looked beautiful, and left around 9:30 to head home. Around 10:30 I realized I had missed a call from Kreyton, and listened to what sounded like a slightly on-edge voicemail. He requested that I call him, but as I was in the car with my family, I decided against it. I fell asleep for two hours and awoke to the sounds of a roaring freeway in Dallas, and realized that the roaring was from cars racing each other down the road at 90 miles per hour at midnight. We got on the tollway and drove for a few minutes, then came over the hill and my dad slammed on the breaks. A car had stopped in front of us and was pulling over into the next lane, and all I could see was twisted metal and the glitter of broken glass. My dad slowed down, and he and my mom checked for oncoming traffic behind us, as we pulled slowly through the scene of a wreck that had obvoiusly just occured. On the left was a white car, and in front of it was a dark blue mass, and my stomach lurched as I realized it was a body. I looked to my right and saw a large black vehicle, the state of which I couldn't tell, and about four bodies all laying face down in the beam of the car that had just stopped. They almost appeared to be asleep. A woman and a man had emerged from the other car, dressed in a tux and formal black dress, the woman was running towards the bodies on the right. The tires of our car crunched over the shattered glass, but we weren't able to stop and help, we would have endangered the situation by being in the path of oncoming traffic. We speculated as we drove from the scene as to what had happened, and hypothesized that the cars had either been racing, or one had come over the hill and smashed into another. The bodies appeared to be those of young men, as they were wearing sweatshirts, jeans, and I thought one had a baseball cap on, and obviously, they were not wearing their seat belts at the time of the crash.
When we got home, I heard my phone ringing and it was Kreyton, who sounded very relieved to hear from me. He told me that he had called me several times, that while he was at the fire station, he had heard that there was a huge grass fire in my town, and that several other fire squads were being dispatched from other surrounding towns. He told me that if I had not answered that last time, he would have just gotten into his truck and come to find me. I listened to my messages after that, and they were all from him, each sounding more and more frantic.
I am quite in one piece, a little shaken, no fire that I can see, but I'm sure it's still buring up by the county line. I am just so touched that I am loved so much, and so glad that I have a wonderful boyfriend who would call me a thousand times and then come and find me if there was even a chance that I could be in danger.
I love you, Kreyton.

Please keep those poor wreck victims in your thoughts and prayers, and congratulations to everyone who did well at auditions today, whether you made state or not, you are awesome.

schizo weather

2006-01-03T21:35:00.000-08:00

I went outside today to run, and the temperature outside was hotter than it was inside. It was probably only about 85, but it felt like 90 degrees. What is up with the weather? We have a hot, hot summer where it rains every now and then, and then a cold, cold fall from about the end of October to mid-December. Then right when winter is supposed to start, the rain flees to drown California and leaves Texas in some sort of panting version of May minus the flowers. It's like we skipped fall, went to winter, then skipped the real winter and spring and lept to early summer. Like in Monty Python. I'm sure I'm going to look out the window and see the sun (no clouds!) jumping up and down in the sky to the annoyance of my crabby nextdoor monk-scribe.
And on top of this, I seem to be glued to the television whenever news airs about more fires. As accomplished of a firefighter as Kreyton is, I still worry about him and all these grass fires. People have already died from or been injured by these fires.
sigh....

quizzes!!!

2006-01-02T01:19:00.000-08:00

Your Heart Is Purple

For you, love is about establishing and developing a deep connection.

If it's true love, it brings you more wisdom and inner strength.

Your flirting style: Sincere

Your lucky first date: An afternoon at a tea house

Your dream lover: Is both thoughtful and expressive

What you bring to relationships: Understanding

What Color Heart Do You Have?

You Have a Melancholic Temperament

Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything.

You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life.

You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you.

Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace.

You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life.

Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times.

At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you.

You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others.

You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.

What Temperment Are You?

You Are Socks!

Cozy and warm... but easily lost.

You make a good puppet.

What Crappy Christmas Gift Are You?

Your 2005 Song Is

Since You've Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson

"But since you've been gone

I can breathe for the first time

I'm so moving on"

In 2005, you moved on.

What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?

Your World View

You are a fairly broadminded romantic and reasonably content.

You value kindness and try to live by your ideals.

You have strong need for security, which may be either emotional or material.

You respect truth and are flexible.

You like people, and they can readily make friends with you.

You are not very adventurous, but this does not bother you.

What Is Your World View?

You Are a Cranberry and Popcorn Strung Tree

Christmas is all about showcasing your creative talents.

From cookies to nicely wrapped presents, your unique creations impress everyone.

What Christmas Tree Are You?

smoke

2006-01-01T18:23:00.000-08:00

Ladybug walked in the garden-
Wet with dewy scents and mist.
The sun overhead was golden,
And burning through early morning's
Fog.

Sun had Midas's touch--
All turned to gold at
The figertips of its rays.
Gold faded to grey.
Flames red as ladybug's shell
Swept through the garden.

Licking up stems and hissing over grass,
Choked the blossoms' delicate necks-
Throttled them dead.
Like a flaming sword of war,
It brough mighty oak to its knees.

Ladybug found one last dewdrop
Ladybug, Ladybug, choose--
Death by water?
Death by fire?

But Ladybug fell when her leaf turned to cinder.

The Day After Christmas

2005-12-27T00:01:00.000-08:00

Dim vales and shadowy floods
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane--
Again--again--again--
Every moment of the night
Forever changing places
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.

--Edgar Allen Poe, "Faery-Land"

Yes, I love my new calender.
Hope everyone's having a very jolly holiday! Feliz Navidad y Feliz Año Nuevo!

2005-12-18T18:29:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas Bobcats!

STATE CHAMPS!!!

Activist Judge Cancels Christmas

December 14, 2005 | Issue 41•50

WASHINGTON, DC—In a sudden and unexpected blow to the Americans working to protect the holiday, liberal U.S. 9th Circuit Court of Appeals Judge Stephen Reinhardt ruled the private celebration of Christmas unconstitutional Monday.

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Per the court order, city workers take down the Christmas tree from New York's Rockefeller Plaza.

"In accordance with my activist agenda to secularize the nation, this court finds Christmas to be unlawful," Judge Reinhardt said. "The celebration of the birth of the philosopher Jesus—be it in the form of gift-giving, the singing of carols, fanciful decorations, or general good cheer and warm feelings amongst families—is in violation of the First Amendment principles upon which this great nation was founded."

In addition to forbidding the celebration of Christmas in any form, Judge Reinhardt has made it illegal to say "Merry Christmas." Instead, he has ruled that Americans must say "Happy Holidays" or "Vacaciones Felices" if they wish to extend good tidings.

Within an hour of the judge's verdict, National Guard troops were mobilized to enforce the controversial ruling.

"Sorry, kids, no Christmas this year," Beloit, WI mall Santa Gene Ernot said as he was led away from his Santa's Village in leg irons. "Write to your congressman to put a stop to these liberal activist judges. It's up to you to save Christmas! Ho ho ho!"

Said Pvt. Stanley Cope, who tasered Ernot for his outburst: "We're fighting an unpopular war on Christmas, but what can we do? The military has no choice but to take orders from a lone activist judge."

Across America, the decision of the all-powerful liberal courts was met with shock and disappointment, as American families quietly took down their holiday decorations and canceled their plans to gather and make merry.

"They've been chipping away at Christmas rights for decades," Fox News personality John Gibson said. "Even before this ruling, you couldn't hear a Christmas song on the radio or in a department store. I hate to say it, America, but I told you so."

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Judge Stephen Reinhardt of the U.S. 9th Circuit of Appeals issues his ruling.

Gibson then went into hiding, vowing to be a vital part of the Christmas resistance that would eventually triumph and bring Christmas back to the United States and its retail stores.

The ban is not limited to the retail sector. In support of Reinhardt's ruling, Sen. Ted Kennedy, a Jew, introduced legislation that would mandate the registration of every Christian in the United States and subject their houses to random searches to ensure they are not celebrating Christmas.

"Getting rid of every wreath or nativity scene is not enough," Kennedy said. "In order to ensure that Americans of every belief feel comfortable in any home or business, we must eliminate all traces of this offensive holiday. My yellow belly quakes with fear at the thought of offending any foreigners, atheists, or child molesters."

America's children are bearing the brunt of Reinhardt's marginal, activist rulings.

"Why did the bad man take away Christmas?" 5-year-old Danny Dover said. "I made a card for my mommy out of paper and glue, and now I can't give it to her."

Shortly after Dover issued his statement, police kicked down his door, removed his holiday tree, confiscated his presents, and crushed his homemade card underfoot.

A broad, bipartisan coalition of lawmakers has been working closely with the White House, banding together in the hope of somehow overruling the decision. So far, however, their efforts have been fruitless.

"Our hearts go out to the Americans this ruling affects," Sen. Chip Pickering (R-MS) said. "If it's any condolence, I wish you all a Happy Holidays, which, I'm afraid, is all I'm legally allowed to say at this time."
copyright The Onion.

Who's Going to State? Bobcats are Going to State (again)!

2005-12-11T17:33:00.000-08:00

Hi all, been away a while, haven't I? Besides bemoaning my lack of exercise time and the resulting idea of collecting a few fatty cells in unwanted areas, I've been surviving. Texas spit at its northern regions and got school called off for a few hours, but that didn't preturb teachers from having a full day's schedule and 6 weeks testing.
The Bobcats played the bobcats in Wichita (pronounced Witch-eetah) Falls and came out state semi-final champs, and so now the illustrious band gets to relive a bit of nostalgia and march in the Valley of the Shadow of the Mesquite Tower.
I hate midterm-itis, I'm not motivated in that oh-so-crucial time when I must be MOTIVATED (toe-touch!). This is awful, I have to kick my lazy butt and practice like no other, because I refuse to let people think that attempting to balance junior year and all its homework, band, church, drill team, and that bit of sunshine in my life, Kreyton, all got to me and made me fail.
On a side note, here's a bit of a particularly witty email I was writing earlier this week:
Morning coffee? Love, you should have hot tea! Nothing like a spot of
that deletable beverage on cold, foggy mornings in your flat over a cheery
bakery that sells cream puffs and currant buns, and is the favorite breakfast
nook for those pretentious Oxford students on their way to morning classes,
whose parents have spent more money on the laptops snuggled safely in their
pradda shoulderbags than you pay on your monthly rent to the landlord with his
crazy Jewish mohthah who styles her pomeranain with bows and who wakes
you up every morning by playing her polka music too loudly as she makes
creme broule. And after you have had that tea, your door is nearly pounded in
by the artist next door who has ran out of toilet paper yet again as she
never cleans her loo enough to know she needs to purchase more, and when you
oblidge her request, she stands idly in your doorway staring at random,
broken knick-knacks in your flat and tapping her fingers on the roll of
toilet tissue. She then proceeds to snap out of her reverie, adjusts
her oh-so-posh studded eyeglasses (without lenses, dahling!) and tucks a
multi-colored flyaway behind one ear and flashes you a timid smile.
Clutching your empty teacup defensively, you politely as possible
ignore her tentative and not-so-subtle date requests and usher her out of the
flat, checking of course that she has taken all of her random and nonmatching
scarves with her. As you rinse out your teacup, like every morning, you
contemplate the demands of your day as an up-and-coming jouralist for a
charming British tabloid (they're rubbish, deah). The last story you
submitted, about the secret petunia garden gnomes of Prince Andrew's
summer cottage, failed to impress the editor, a middle-aged woman with two
false teeth and rather unruly, short mouse-brown hair, with an endless
capacity for unnerving. She has a fake yorkshire accent and you suspect her to
originate from the suburbs of Philadelphia, but you've never gotten up
the pluck to inquire further (she has rahther scary green eyes). Her
daughter, a sixteen-year-old, bleach-blonde trajedy from a London public school (no
resepectable girl goes to public school, you take only prepatory ladies
hometo mohthah) with too many rings and rahther charming, paler versions of
her mother's eyes, is always perched on your desk on top of your magazine
cut-outs when you return from mid-afternoon tea break, smiling coyly
and using the same "Oh, I just stopped by aftah school, Terry, could you
help me with my maths work?" excuse. As you gather your words to get her, by
force if neccessarry, out of your cubicle, her scary mother passes by and
gives you a smile that doesn't reach her eyes, and you bite your tongue and
force yourself, like always,to go along with the brat's flirting. Eventually
she saunters out to engage her next amusement, but she winks annoyingly and
flutters her overly-blackened eyes before doing so.
You think about all this as you clean out your cup, and as you place it
on the drying rack with the rest of your stark-white dinnerware, you
suddenly decide to skip work today and to back to bed.

tengo diecisiete años

2005-12-05T23:02:00.000-08:00

The long-awaited 17 has come to pass, and I don't feel a bit older. All that happened was that my license expired, go figure. I did have a nice quiet birthday at home, and enjoyed it. I went shopping with mi madre at the mall, which was packed with a plethora of people looking and not buying and occupying a dizzying number of parking spaces. I did not buy much, as I could not find many things I liked, but ended up getting a few shirts and some dress shoes for band. Afterwards, Mom and I went to blockbuster and I rented The Nightmare Before Christmas and Les Miserables. Kreyton came over and we spent a cozy evening eating dinner with my family, having cake, and watching the two movies by ourselves.
On Thursday I auditioned for ATSSB region, and made it to area (yay) but placed 2nd chair (boo). That darn tempo! My oboe has also decided to crack in reponse to all this cold, dry weather and has added yet another thing to my lengthy list of things about which to worry.
Sunday I went to Market Street and bought my fruit for Español 2. I got two mangos, some dates, and a pomengranate. I hope I will have enough for our class.
Until Tomorrow,
Ta

random quizes

2005-11-28T23:58:00.000-08:00

Your Eyes Should Be Violet

Your eyes reflect: Mystery and allure

What's hidden behind your eyes: A quiet passion

What Color Should Your Eyes Be?

Your Scent is Rose

Delicate, feminine, and soft

Your personality is fresh and understated

What Scent Are You?

You are Milk Chocolate

A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds.

You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life.

Also nostelgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.

What Kind of Chocolate Are You?

oklahoma! ... in the fall

2005-11-24T21:08:00.000-08:00

Thanksgiving morning my dad surprises us all by tell us that we're loading up the van and driving to Muenster, Saint Jo, and the southern part of Oklahoma to "visit some old relatives." So, grumbling, we pile into the car, drive to Muenster, stop and have burgers and ooh and ahh at the Germanness of the little town, then drive to Saint Jo, where apparently a lot of my relatives are buried and who helped found the town of 1000. We read the historical marker there, strolled through a graveyard taking pictures of our ancestor's headstones, and listening to my dad's speil about our family history. A lot of my relatives died in 1917 or 1918, many of them infants, and in one case, a 20 year old mother, her 4 year old daughter and 2 year old daughter all died within months of each other, but the father survived them. Apparently there was a huge flu epidemic in 1917 that killed off a lot of people. Maybe that's why I don't get the flu, because the only relatives that were naturally immune to it survived to remarry and produce decendants. After that, we crossed the Red River into Oklahoma, where the other part of my family settled. There were some georgeous ridges up there, filled with scarlet and golden-leafed oak and elm trees. We drove for a little while until we came to another graveyard, and found where my father's grandparents were buried. We admired the headstones there, then drove back to Muenster and bought a cherry-cheese strudel from the local bakery, and got back home around 5:30. I had so much homework to do this break, and now have just two days to do it all, and am not very happy about it. I have no idea where practicing fits into all of this. I'll just cross my fingers and hope that I can get it all done, somehow...
Ta

...33 days till xmas

2005-11-21T22:31:00.000-08:00

Being home for about 3 hours all weekend was not a good idea. I think I did all right on the history test, but my English grades now suffer. Ack. Teachers are now trying to cram a million things into the last six weeks before semester finals, and I don't like it, not one bit.
Thursday was Harry Potter 4, and I was amazed at the quality of it compared to the previous 3. Being up until 3 that morning seemed to start a pattern of little sleep that has now culminated into me looking very much forward to Thanksgiving break. Friday I got to skip the pep rally for a much-needed oboe lesson, and now that I have heard of the pep rally's cultish scene (candles anyone?), am all the more glad I did so. Saturday was awful. I hate NTHB, I wish Tyler was closer, and I wish Mr. R. didn't have to bother everyone on the bus on the way home. Sunday was much better. After church, Kreyton and I went to Sherman, he beat me soundly at bowling and DDR, and we saw Walk the Line, which was very good. I also saw my old friend Scott working at the theatre, he and I grew up as little babies, as his mom and my mom were friends from church before we were even born. He was taller than when I last saw him. When I got home I ate dinner and sat in the shower for maybe 30 mins, just enjoying being warm in the hot water. This, however, resulted in me being too sleepy to do much, if any, homework, and so went to bed at a record 10:40. 7 hours, it seems, is not sufficient for having lost probably a good 12 hours of sleep with the midnight showing and far away game combined, so will be making that up tonight and over the break, hopefully.

Rent is out in 2 days!!!!!!
Ta

... 40 days till xmas

2005-11-15T22:27:00.000-08:00

Ever noticed how christmas seems to start earlier and earlier each year? Usually you just drag the tree out of your musty attic and let it lie around the living room the day after Thanksgiving and slowly put it up over the remaining days of your break, breaking ornaments and trailing tinsel everywhere. I went to the mall this weekend, after a two month sabbatical from its glassy halls, and noticed the overabundance of early christmas prep. Almost nowhere did I see any Thanksgiving acknowledgement at all. "Bah, who needs Thanksgiving anyway, stupid Puritans. Lets just skip being thankful and celebrate our greedy, capitalist tradition of gift-receiving."
Anyway, my prayers go out to Andrew and his family right now. If there is anything my family can do to help, let me know.
I saw Kreyton every day this weekend, it was quite amazing. I was surprised at my parents letting him spend so much time with me, they must really like him. I was so happy he came to the game, but was not so happy that Mr. R. and Mrs. R. both had to tell him to leave. They let Dominik sit with us at games before, and even though he is an enrolled student at CHS, I don't see what makes him so special. Oh well, Kreyton took me to Frisco on Sunday, so the injury was mended. A word of advice; don't see Flightplan. We should have just seen Pride and Prejudice in Plano like we planned, because Kreyton ended up leaving for home after dark anyway.
Another word of advice: turn your phone on silent on dates and don't answer it.
My region music made some progress tonight, I just wish that I could skip NTHB. It is such a blatant waste of time and energy and band funds. I'm glad I get to skip the ridiculously late pep rally for an oboe lesson, smelly field house + cheerleaders + disgruntled band kids = no.
Ta

of lacrosse and sweet sixteens

2005-11-06T09:13:00.000-08:00

....

Happy Birthday Xav!

Now, onto my stunning account of Saturday....
I drove to McKinney around 1 and sat in my car at the church building until Kreyton and his dad and brother arrived, Kreyotn's hair was puffier than I remembered, it has a mind of its own, I swear. They took me to Allen with them and I watched his lacrosse scrimmage. Some player from the NFL who played for the Pittsburgh steelers came halfway through the game and talked with the coaches and Kreyton's dad, who's the president of their lacrosse club. Apparently his lacrosse team needs some training in running and offensive play, because lacrosse is basically the same physical game that football is, just with sticks and nets. After the game, all the players went to Cici's, but his parents let him drive his truck and take me to McKinney. We ate at Friday's, and the hostess thought we were just the cutest little couple, she practically squealed when he pulled the chair out for me. There seemed to be a lot of newbies working last night, one waiter tried to give us someone else's order.
After dinner we went to Michaels and bought a purple shirt, then went back to the church parking lot and danced to Billy Joel and discussed the church's security cameras. His parents eventually showed up and we parted ways, and I arrived at Xav's house to be immediately fought over for pictionary. We watched Love Actually and ate lots of brownies, then I headed home and got ready for Sunday.
....

WE GOIN' TA STATE!
Ta

this is my state post

2005-10-30T16:05:00.000-08:00

It's like losing a dollar and finding fifty cents.
I'm ecastatic to be going to state, I mean, charter bus, hotel, another chance to show Texas how 2A band is done... But I just wish that people could have not lost their sense of decency and conducted themselves with a little more respect. It's wonderful that we cheered Argyle on and got a victory line from them in return, but it was cruel to carry on screaming and shouting when Howe was right behind us, and while they were crying on their bus. When Kreyton hugged me when we were leaving the stadium, he was close to tears, I think we'd have just held each other for hours if his mom hadn't reminded us that I would probably get in trouble for not paying attention to Mr. R. I think those of you at IHOP could understand why I was on the phone with him all night. I'll celebrate our victory next week, but he's important to me, too.
I don't know about anyone else, but next week I'm prepared to give it all in every practice and more. There is so much that could be perfected in our show, and so many excellent bands at State, that we have to be perfect. Everyone should get their fastest mile times this week, provided the weather doesn't drop deathly cold again, and the grid should not have an empty afternoon.
Well...
Happy Halloween everybody
Ta

Sleep (noun)

2005-10-20T12:12:00.000-07:00

1. The natural periodic suspension of consciousness during which bodily powers are restored.
2. A state (as death or coma) suggesting sleep
--sleepless (adjective)
--sleeplessness (noun)
After three days of withdrawl and suffering what has now been coined the "band hangover" I found myself having to look up the definition of that which I so desperately crave.
Oh, Andrew, since I have not left a comment on you blog in a while, I must say, nice poem. I am truly impressed. It sounds like the lyrics to a potentially great alternative song.
Tommorrow our team plays Argyle, but I fear the real contest will be between the bands. I really, really don't want to feel embarrassed in front of them--to all the freshman and others who feel that we do not deserve to conduct ourselves with as much or more pride than Argyle, get rid of that misconception now. The first step in advancing to State is ~~believing~~ knowing that it can happen.
Ta

...an epiphany

2005-10-15T22:36:00.000-07:00

So, today I was reading through the multitude of comments on Andrew's most recent infamous post, and came across Julia's, in response to mine. She basically reprimanded me for not defending my sister, as hers was one of the names listed. At first I was angry, but then as I sat and thought, I started thinking, which isn't always a good thing for me, as I will dwell on things all day. Oh well, I feel it's worth the post.
Ever since Deanna has joined drill team and band she has been my constant annoyance. She feels no shame in inviting an argument between us in public, she has no sense of social decency. It makes other people feel awkward and makes both of us look spiteful and inconsiderate. I, in turn, lack the maturity to shrug off her accusations. I also lack the humility to listen to her words and acknowledge their value. So we are both at fault.
Since I don't get along with my sister for the above reasons and many more, I feel no familial obligation to defend her in such an instance. If the situation were serious, I would take up for her, as I do have some semblance of a heart. I may sound cruel in saying this, but it is the sad truth.
I is inevitable, but since I have started dating, I have become distant with my friends. I feel as if I am not involved in your lives, and just exist to gush over my latest romantic escapade. This, too, is immature, and I can't let it affect my grades or other relationships. I love having a boyfriend, but I can't fall into the trap that so many girls fall into and neglect the rest of my life. I still want to be available to listen to your problems and rejoice with you. When all things are said and done, my family and friends and my faith are major priorities. I still have to be a servant at heart, and have to realize when I am not being true to my integrity or myself. Being selfish and self-absorbed will get one nowhere, and helps nobody.

I leave you, thus, in meditation.

of wicked weekends

2005-10-10T22:41:00.000-07:00

So far, Homecoming weekend has been one of the most emotionally varied weekends I've had in a long time, and one of the longest. Friday started off with massive amounts of candy, silver paper, and random orange things. I'm sure you all saw that beautiful mum that Kreyton's parents gave me, I'm just sorry I didn't get much time to wear it. Friday night we partied at the barn--whoever missed that, missed a surprisingly fun event. After the dance I went to the drill team sleepover, but didn't do much sleeping or eating due to the fact that Kreyton and I were keeping each other awake for two hours via cell phone. Saturday eventually dawned, with all its horror, which I think I'll skip. That night I rushed to Howe and spent an hour and a half standing around a junior high cafeteria with Kreyton, who adamantly stressed his inability to dance. Oh well, I did enjoy myself, and know next time to just skip the dance and find a movie in Sherman were Kreyton and his fellow rebels can stir up trouble. Sunday night was definitely the highlight of October. I got goosebumps so many times watching Wicked, and my only wish was that we could have sat closer so that we could have seen their faces. Brian, you need to see when the next big musical is in town so that we can buy tickets, because my mom missed out on this one. I loved Jenna as Nessarose, and even though Stephanie couldn't be there to sing for Elphaba, I thought Maria did a fantastic job. Kendra as Glinda had me laughing so many times, and her performance of Popular was so bubbly and charismatic that she was my favorite actress, even though Glinda ranks behind Elphaba, Fiyero and Nessarose as my favorite characters. I must read the book again as soon as I get it back and as soon as I get my ROR finished. Monday was rather blah, and I got slightly sunburned despite the fact that I put on sunscreen. I wanted to go to the state fair with Kreyton--I bet a lot of people might have gone to the state fair, but Mr. R. just had to have the practice smack dab in the middle of the day. I did practice my oboe, finally, after a two week sabbatical, and am pleased to have discovered a new vibrato technique online. I keep aiming for that beautiful, singing sound that the oboes at state had last year, and hope that Mr. R. gives me some cool solos this year so I can keep developing my sound.
That's about it for my weekend, I'm off to go listen to Wicked for the upteenth time.
Ta (Sparkles!)

No, Marshy, It's my Birthday, I'm One-Years-Old

2005-10-02T20:35:00.000-07:00

Lookin' back to my first ever post about Mesquite Marching Festival, I can say that I have grown a lot from my yonder blogging days. My old posts from November and October 2004 were so full of complaining!

Friday night was so much fun. I got to see Kreyton's game, and I saw Keyes's Audrey, since Howe was playing Whitewright. She's a mighty fine drum major. Kreyton's not a bad marcher or trombone player... and I love his marching helmet. Had to have a band geek moment there. I got to meet his mom, since she was there sitting with the other band booster moms. She's so small and cute. I saw Mr. Marsh there, that old balding guy who we've all seen lurking around the band hall at sometime or another. Apparently he's Howe's assistant band director. Howe's football team was crushed, 47-6, and the crowd was like the fans in Bring It On, in that they love the band (instead of the cheerleaders) but are halfhearted about the football team.
Saturday, you all know about. We vacuumed in many ways, and not-so-vacuumed in other ways. I can applaud the drumline though. The rest of y'all? I don't know... Saturday night I talked to Kreyton on the phone, and now must learn to french braid so that I can do his hair. Apparently they don't bother trying to cut the guys' hair in Howe, they make them french braid it. I must see this.
Sunday I saw Audrey again, as she was visiting her uncle, who goes to my church. She's such a sweet girl, I don't see why you officers don't like her. All of Sunday afternoon Ashely and Jessica and I slaved away on the English project, and had many a laugh doing so. It is finished, and it is a monstrosity. Dimmesdale never looked so hilarious.
Alas, I have to go budget for October.
Ta

the New and Improved

2005-09-24T23:34:00.000-07:00

Notorious J and I have been having fun with blogger, and I can say, the results are interesting. It is a relief from the pinkness, much more my style, thanks!
I got to see Kreyton Saturday morning, and I was happy. I've never been to a cross country meet, and now that I have, I can say that they remind me of when our church used to have small group picnics out at Erwin park. Lots of hale bales, trees, and grass... and ants. I got to meet the Howe cross country team, and found out that Howe's band director used to take her daughter to the same preschool I attended... and her daughter was in my same class, and remembers me. Creepy. It was awkward to be at the meet by myself. Even though our school's team was there, they kept to themselves in masses of orange. People from other schools kept staring at me, especially when I stationed myself on a hale bale to watch Kreyton's race. Next time I go to one of these things, I'm dragging one of youse guys out of bed.
In other news, my sister now has a boyfriend. She's been emailing this guy from Sherman who knows some old friends of ours, and they became official Thursday or Friday.. Now I'm not the only one strutting about the house with a cell phone glued to my head for hours at a time. I think there's something in the water, because EVERYONE has now begun dating. "I feel it in my fingers, I feel in in my toes. Love is all around me, and so the feeling grows.. la la la."
Ta

lonely winds whistle on quoth the lark

2005-09-22T00:15:00.000-07:00

Ok guys, I know I've not updated in over a week and have some stupid quiz results displayed currently, but I feel neglected over here-- a comment or two? Please? I'll give you some raspberry cheesecake!
Anyway, I think everyone's been on a mad rush to finish the six weeks out. This weekened should be a good time to catch a brief, panting breath beneath the hurricane floodwaters before launching a week of pre-contest band prep. My life has not been very interesting lately, just a bunch of testing, band, and missing Kreyton. Saturday's cross country meet can't come soon enough!
Last week I got Switchfoot's new album, so if anyone feels the urge to engage in the sport of illegal music distribution, feel free to entrust me with a blank CD.
Saturday night out with Dominic was pretty crazy, but the craziness was not complete without Andrew and Julia, who planned the thing in the first place, and, just to placate Julia, I, for once, did not invite myself; Andrew did.
Speak of the devil, Andrew, are you alive? You seem to be ailing with strep annually, should we be worried? Sorry I haven't called you, but I felt the time was better spent allowing you more rest.
I think its time for a little word from Poet In The Corner....

A stone bird drops into turquoise.
A ripple-wave of cloud sails
Push into briny depths
Of deep dreams.

Black butterflies gambol across
Stars and moonlight
Caught in fishnets
Of sullen sighs.

Zebra noses dip and sway.
Brazen suns chase the dark
Across the sealike savannah
Of wide whispers.

Wolf eyes melt the snow
Beneath black conifer shadows
And beckon the weeping kraken
Of lost loves.

Two hands touch fingers
Rain silvers glass pools
And caresses duckling feathers
Of unrepentant joy.

2005-09-08T21:54:00.000-07:00

Your Power Color Is Indigo

At Your Highest:

You are on a fast track to success - and others believe in you.

At Your Lowest:

You require a lot of attention and praise.

In Love:

You see people as how you want them to be, not as how they are.

How You're Attractive:

You're dramatic flair makes others see you as mysterious and romantic.

Your Eternal Question:

"Does This Work Into My Future Plans?"

What's Your Power Color?

Your Birthdate: December 3

Being born on the 3rd day of the month is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life.

The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental.

There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude.

You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression.

Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing.

You are energetic and always a good conversationalist.

You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters.

You are affectionate and loving, but sometimes too sensitive.

You are subject to rapid ups and downs.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

no day but today

2005-09-04T23:48:00.000-07:00

I had a very nice Saturday and Sunday, as some of you have surmised. Kreyton and Cody drove over from Howe Sat. afternoon and we hung out at my house until they left around 8:30. Kreyton and I walked around Xav's untamed wilds taking pictures of the flora and fauna and the like, until someone nearly chased us off their "private property". People in the neighborhood can sure be rude. Apparently Howe just got a Sonic, and it's going through the same messing-up-orders and hordes of country folk that ours endured two years ago. Kreyton affirmed that ours had perfected the cherry limeade concoction, compared to the Howe Sonic's imbalance of tartness and sweetness. Sunday was rather mundane, besides my family's major shopping trip to the new McKinney Walmart where we bought some things to donate to the evacuee shelter being set up in the old Walmart. Around 9 Kreyton texted me to inform me that he was at a party with "too many people for a Howe kid to count", this party being one that he'd wanted to take me, but several factors worked against. At least someone is having fun. What have us AP students been doing all weekend? That's right, homework. I am nearly caught up now, and for that I'm grateful. Alas, blogger sees fit to disable my enter key, so I'll end this post without any nicely-trimmed punctuation or spacing. Ta ...........and for the last time, it's Caboose!!

"There is no future, there is no past. Thank God this moment's not the last. There's only us, there's only this, forget, regret, or life is yours to miss."

Apparently I've Met a Possum...

2005-09-03T14:45:00.000-07:00

Everyone who keeps calling Caboose a possum, please stop! I love you all and everything, but isn't Caboose enough of a nickname? I like it better anyway...
I can't remember the last time the Bobcats scored so high at a game. Honestly, 69 to 0 is pretty pathetic. When us drill teamers were standing beneath the goal post during the halftime show, a disgruntled coach from the other team walked by muttering, "Well, looks like you guys will get to perform 16 more times!" Heck yes we WILL! The game was pretty sad; the band had more spirit than even the cheerleaders. We were having way too much fun with our cadence and stands tunes, not to mention cheering louder than everyone else.
Andrew, I know what you could sell at band and body. You could patent a kind of silk-like material that goes under drill team suits that keeps you dry and cool in the hot games and warm during football games. You could use the same material under band uniforms.
More on this weekend later.
Ta

Tengo Alma

2005-08-27T23:19:00.000-07:00

I don't think I have been more exhausted after a football game. What with Mr. Rutherford and teachers on my case all week, it was such a relief for Saturday to come. I'm very sorry if I said anything mean or was unkind at the game last night--I was in a very bad mood.
Switch to the polar opposite of Friday night: Saturday. My date with Kreyton was exceptional. He is really sweet and my parents like him (yess!!!). I feel like a grown-up. We saw The Brothers Grim, which was better than I expected. It has a part in it that I don't think Andrew will like very much; the movie was sort of random and had some unexplainable things in it and reminded me strongly of The Village. Overall though, I felt that it was very entertaining. It has Jonathan Pryce and Rob McKenzie from Pirates of the Caribbean in the cast (Governor Swann and the pirate with the wooden eyeball).
I had Jenny as my companion; Kreyton's friend Cody really liked her, but midway through the evening Colt and his friend showed up, and Jenny went with them. I feel sorry for Cody. He got lost following back to Celina from the mall and so was not in a good mood.
I have a lot of homework that I shirked this evening, so I had better get to that before I am too tired and have to retire, as I have church in the morning.

Hallelujah!
Ta

Archimedes!

2005-08-24T22:39:00.000-07:00

I thought of this favorite children's movie icon today while doing my vocab flashcard pictures. In the drawing for 'talon' I drew an owl with a particularly bemused/stoned look on its face. Maybe after I get it graded I'll scan the loveliness and post it.
The Once and Future King is such an awesome book! It has so much to offer! Political allegory, Arthurian legend, the tale of a man with good intentions who comes off as bumbling, Archimedes, a Dumbledore-esque Merlyn, and King Pellinore. Gotta love King Pellinore.
I now fully appreciate those teachers who ban gum in their classroom. It is impossible to concentrate on a test when a certain cheater is sitting behind you smacking away on a piece of bubblegum, turning her pages infuriatingly rapidly while you clench your teeth and try to focus on the same cross-hatching of graph for five minutes.
I finally got my 5 steps to a 5 U.S. History book today, but the Language one is late.
It's that time of year again, when we ride the yellow dog to city after city, sinking deeper and deeper into a thick orange mire that has spirit ribbons floating about your ankles. The only light to be seen in this mire shines from the weeks on the calendar that fall after UIL. Go Bobcats! Beat Royce City Bulldogs! Pass TAKS! Test on Wednesday! Cats!

Ta

"Would you [Merlyn] mind telling us," said Archimedes, "since you know so much about it, how many various things we birds are able to express by altering the tempo amd emphasis of the elaborations of our call-notes?"

"I don't deny it," said Merlyn. "I am only telling you the beginnings of the language. Suppose you try to tell me the song of any single bird which I can't attribute originally to imiation?"
"The night-jar," said Wart
"The buzzing of the wings of beetles," replied his tutor [Merlyn] at once.
"The nightingale," cried Archimedes desperately.
"Ah," said Merlyn, leaning back in his comfortable chair. "Now we are to imitate the soul-song of our beloved Proserpine, as she stirs to wake in all her liquid self."
"Tereu," said the Wart softly.
"Pieu," added the owl quietly.
"Music!" concluded the necromancer in ecstasy, unable to make the smallest beginnings of an imitation.
"Hallo," said Kay, opening the door of the afternoon school room. "I'm sorry I am late for the geography lesson. I was trying to get a few small birds with my cross-bow. Look, I have killed a thrush."

The second-to-last Friday of the second-to-last first week of school

2005-08-19T22:20:00.000-07:00

I had to think way too hard to come up with that title (that's for Auburn, if she even reads this). It shows the heavy measure of stress that AP puts on me. I hope everyone is holding up well after this frist stressful venture into upperclassman education. I really like The Once and Future King. T.H. White is awesome.
I think I'll post tommorrow. I'm really tired...

Ta

HTP

2005-08-14T22:23:00.000-07:00

So, Saturday afternoon I'm watching tv with Deanna, and she and Hayden are admiring his collection of legos, which are dumped all over the den floor. Deanna has built some set with little plastic lego aliens and things on it, and calls it HTP. She then turns to me and smugly asks me to guess what HTP means. Not being very interested, I give up effort quickly. "Human Testing Phacility." She replies. Yes, that's facility spelled with a 'ph'. Guess it's a particularly acidic facility.

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Needless to say I burst out laughing.

Later on Saturday I drove to the mall with Deanna in tow (for the first time without mom), and have fun learning to use my new debit card at Old Navy and the movies. We saw The Island, which was in a tiny little theatre six at AMC, which I don't understand as the movie rocked. It was remniscient of The Truman Show and I, Robot. It seemed like the sort of movie that the Sci-Fi channel will overplay when it's released on network television.
Today I had a grand adventure driving to Anna and back. In the rain. My youth group was having a devotional at this house that is located down a winding gravel road outside of Anna. Rain started pouring towards the end of the devo, and so as soon as it ended, Deanna and I sprinted to my car, but ended up soaked and shivering anyway as we hurtled into it. I turned the wipers up to full speed and started carefully down the road, but it proved difficult to navigate as my car started hydroplaning....

The rain was so thick and the night so dark that I was forced to pull over into the Love's truck stop off of 75 and wait the storm out. Deanna and I bought some snacks and enjoyed freaking out more as the power went on and off inside the convenience store. Around 8:30 the rain lightened and we were able to make it to Weston, where I missed my turn onto 455 and had to backtrack. I arrived home shaken but alive, and am now curled in a blanket at my computer.
Even though my weekend experience has been hectic and somewhat life-threatening, I am confidant that I can now navigate my way through Collin County. Onto Dallas!!

Driving is not fun after you have responsibilty.

Doodles

2005-08-05T18:22:00.000-07:00

I made some impressive doodles during the band speech! If only my talents could be directed towards a more constructive area, like, say art club art sale, which I am still neglecting, sadly.

Brian, I found a rather strange remix of nessun dorma on WinMX, if you'd like to hear it...

2005-07-19T20:12:00.000-07:00

The camp dance this year is fun!
It is sad, but every time we learn a new routine, I picture doing it at a football game in our orange spandex leotards. I actually get to be a flyer in a stunt this year, and it involves doing the splits and then being hoisted up by two dancers. I think of how my tiny skirt is going to have ridden up to my sequined chest. I seriously need to get out a needle, some heavy-duty thread, and sew those seams to a point where ripping is impossible.
But besides that, camp has been very enjoyable, I can feel that we are going to be close as a team. The freshman seem uneasy with the camp dance, from what I have seen, but I have full confidence that they will rise to the occasion.
Julia, it is fun being next to you in our routines this year; I can get tips on how to add your flava into my ballerina poise.
CAIN luv, you shouldn't go away for so long!
Any ideas for sister gifts this year? They have a dollar tree store in Mississippi that I plan on raiding for interesting little things, but I continually resort to candy by the time marching season wanes.
I need to rest....

A 4, a 4!!!

2005-07-12T10:47:00.000-07:00

Those of you who have read the comments under Becky's latest post have discovered my glee at receiving a 4 on my World History AP exam. Needless to say, I can now testify that it is possible to study for such a test 5 weeks in advance without following any recommended course of study and still perform well. In the words of Crias, YEAGH!
In other news, I am in an unseemly state of boredom, to the point where I drag myself out of bed at 6:30 in the morning to exercise with mi familia, then sit around checking and rechecking Harry Potter sites for any news, but due to a leak of books in Canada (some stupid supermarket ignored the huge July 16th on the boxes and put the books out for sale, and about 15 of them where sold before the manager fired the idiot and asked that the people return the books until the 16th, and now JK is sending them signed copies and t-shirts if they cooperate) I am wary of spoilers that might begin to circulate.
Art club is attempting to have an art sale on Fun Day, and I need ideas of things to paint--I've already thought of painting Texas-friendly things on blank puzzles, but I need some other input, if my readers (not 2,000 yet! Hmph) would be so inclined.
As Andrew already posted, Rent is coming to theatres in November, and I've seen the trailer, and it looks quite awesome. Idina posted on the Rent movie blog, and about 600-odd of her fans commented. The Producers, starring Matthew Broderick (sp.?) is being released into theatres in December, and so along with the Goblet of Fire and the stage production of Wicked, this fall and winter should be a quality media season.
Julia, what's this about Lori and Parris going to Florida?

fun with photoshop

2005-07-08T13:31:00.000-07:00

Half-Blood Prince back cover revealed!

2005-07-08T10:49:00.000-07:00

Here it is, posted up on mugglenet. Looks to me like that's Neville, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny... WHO'SE DEAD????
sigh...7 days, I can't wait.
Obsessed, you might ask? Come July 16 the Internet will shut down--there will be too many geeks like me with their windows shut and all manner of communication disconnected as we bury our noses into the pages of J.K. Rowling's latest installment. Wind shall echo in the caverns of cyberspace; viritual tumbleweeds will scatter across empty valleys of inactivity.

new profile pic

2005-07-07T16:55:00.000-07:00

darn that satanic rock n' roll!

2005-07-04T14:08:00.000-07:00

The following review was submitted to Amazon.com about a Christian punk/rock band called "Barlow Girl". I nearly fell out of my chair laughing. While I respect this person's strong faith and am not mocking the verses she quoted, because there is some truth in a few of her statements, she has blown this issue out of proportion and reminds me of the preacher from Footloose.

Reviewer:

TCIrishLass "Wishin' I was in Ireland" (USA) - See all my reviews

Just more Satanic rock and roll sound that someone thinks can be made somehow less Satanic by pretending it is being sung about God, although none of it is truly about Him. There is a lot of "self" and "about me" in these songs along with a loud, pounding rock beat that is exactly the same as the rebellious sound of any secular "artist." God says he is to be worshipped in spirit and in truth, and that when we come to Him through salvation we are "to sing a new song." That means not to take the rebellious rock and roll sound of the lost world we leave behind and pretend to somehow change it and dedicate it to God. God does NOT want the garbage we insist on collecting from the world that He forbids us to conform to and tells us NOT to be like. He came to die for this lost world; not so we can continue to keep living in it with all its ways that are against obedience to Him. We are "IN the world but not OF the world." "Do not be conformed to this world, but transformed by the renewing of your minds..." That's pretty clear when you understand just how bad rock and roll is and how much it is loved by the lost world we leave behind as blood-bought Christians. If the world loves that which is of the flesh we are to have nothing to do with it. That includes filthy rock and roll and all it stands for. If more Christians today read their Bibles as God commands us in the Bible, then they would not be so caught up in all the world's hopeless entertainment and ungodly folly, and they wouldn't be mistakenly thinking that they can use rock music and its loud, worldly, rebellious sound (which was created for evil and not good; just read the interviews from people like Jim Morrison, Jimmy Hendrix, David Bowie, the Beatles, etc. It is the worst "music" that has ever been developed) as an offering to a holy God while calling it "worship." Nowhere in scripture are we told it is ok to take the world's vomit (rock music, occultic fairy tales, new-age perversions of scripture, etc.) and offer it to God by "changing" the words when the sound, spirit, and influence is the same. Don't believe me? Just read some "crossover" interviews with Amy Grant...oh, and watch some of them and witness her in her minnie skirt hem that barely covers the top of her thighs. Not sure what gospel she is carrying, but it's not the gospel of Jesus Christ. Galatians 1:9 "As we said before, so say I now again, If any man preach any other gospel unto you than that ye have received, let him be accursed." If some people really understood who God is, as is made so clear in the Bible, they would not offer him this stuff. He deserves us to "present our bodies as a living sacrifice, holy (pure), acceptible unto God, which is YOUR REASONABLE SERVICE. And BE NOT CONFORMED TO THIS WORLD: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind (one mind at unity in Christ), that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect will of God." (Romans 12:1) It's impossible to offer ourselves that way (holy and pure and all) when we are constantly disobeying that scripture and allowing ourselves to be stained and spotted by the world we are told to not be part of. "Whoever is friends with the world is not the friend of God..."

maybe this is why no one reads my blog

2005-07-02T22:47:00.000-07:00

What rating is your journal?
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random quiz

2005-06-28T20:50:00.000-07:00

You're a romantic girl. You're kind, caring,
loveing, and peaceful. You spend a lot of your
time dreaming and you're not afraid to express
deep emotion, whether it be in a poem, diary,
or words. You hope for love and affection from
your prince charming. I have a feeling he will
come around soon.

What kind of girl are you? (with pix!)
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~*~Result nr 1~*~

Your power is: Clairvoyance

Explanation: Your power is that you can
look into the future and see what is coming.
How far and long you can look is all depending
on your skill level. This can, as all powers,
be used in both evil and good. Even if it may
seem like a boring ability it is a huge
responsibility for the carrier, becase they are
constantly tempted with doing the wrongs deeds
(e.g. cheat on a test). It takes high morals to
not be brought down with it.

Therefor you fit with this power quite well.
You take responsibility and do what is the
right thing to do. This does not make you a
saint, since you're only human after all. But
it makes a trustworthy person and you are loyal
to camrades and/or team mates. In school you
were probably a good student. If you were
social varies from person to person, but most
clairvoyant people tend to prefer their own
company or that of close friends and family.
That is because you are wise and knows how to
treasure the reliable in your life, since you
know popularity can be a false element. You are
also not that big on taking risks and prefer
what is already explored. That is because you
don't like suprises, they can turn out bad and
then you won't be in control.
Negative aspects: Since you're always
doing the right thing and being trustworthy all
the time you can become frustrated. Also, all
that you carry on your shoulders may stress you
out. You need to relax to be in good mental
shape.

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You have a Purple Lightsaber.

Purple is associated with wisdom, dignity,
independence, creativity, mystery, and magic.
Purple denotes high spirituality and religious
aspiration. Purple also represents Peacefulness
and Purification. It also has a sense of
intuitive understanding and a feeling of
intimacy with the world.

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2005-06-26T01:50:00.000-07:00

get busy living, or get busy dying.

2005-06-25T20:21:00.000-07:00

KADESH WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As if capslock and exclamation marks aren't enough.
I know no one want a play-by-play account of the week, so I will offer highlights.
Sunday night:
Watched the cleanflicks.com version of the Shawshank Redemption. It was well edited for such an "Arr" rated movie. Some parts were obviously edited, though, so it did offer some laughs when the guard was cussing out an inmate and the sound cut out. The reason for the film was to represent the week theme of 'Hope'. Afterwards we met our group members (They divide us up into 20 groups of 10) and three people in it were in my group last year, while another was my American Somoa buddy from my hall last year.
Monday:
I found out that a kid from Austin in my group, Marshall, was an all-state band nerd, and his band was honor orchestra this year, so I hope we make honor band so that I can meet him at the TMEA convention (nothing romantic, just common band nerdiness).
For our service project we cleaned a multiple sclerosis patient's house and played with her puppies.
Tuesday:
Went to a nursing home. Played bingo. Won four times.
Wednesday:
Went to a community rec center and was thoroughly beat at dodgeball by all these ghetto urchines.
Thursday:
We moved what felt like 6,000 lbs of mulch from 6 huge piles of the stuff to cover a huge area 6 inches deep in front of a flower bed at a recycling drop off station. We worked from 1 to 4 and earned sunburns, ended up hopelessly dirty, and extremely proud of ourselves for completing such a task. Despite how repulsive all the community service sounds, it was a blessing to see how God was working in us to touch people's lives. I also found out that Marshall lives next door to Louis Sachar, the author of Holes, and has his autograph and used to go to school with his daughter. Needless to say I am mailing him a copy of Holes for thorough autographing.
Thursday night is always the 'big night' at Kadesh. We watched a play where a guy actor and girl actor portrayed all these different people who put ther hope in things like grades, parties, sports, popularity, boys, ect., and a female character who had cancer and hoped for life. The guy's last character was a kid whose parents had divorced, so he committed suicide (we all jumped a mile when we heard the gunshot backstage). The girl's last character was the cancer patient, but she died and went to heaven, and the play ended with the recording of "I Can Only Imagine". I thought the play was a little cheesy, except for the end, but I wasn't crying like a lot of people were, but I started bawling when we all stood up and sang praises for about thirty minutes, some of which was done standing, on our knees, and sitting. It was amazing, because the reason I started crying was because suddenly I felt God answering the prayers I've been praying these past few months, and it was amazing to feel so connected to Him and so loved. I have never worshipped with all my heart and soul like that.... sigh... tear.
Afterwords we went outside to have group prayer time, which proved difficult as someone had put detergent in the fountain and it was filled with bubbles.... very distracting.
Friday:
Had group free time; went to Abuelo's, then had 'special olympics'. I won the tiara for being flinchball queen. We packed, then had our girls' dorm pizza party, which ended at twelve. I stayed up until 3 a.m. with my youth group girls discussing the discouraging state of your youth group's spirituality and leadership.
Saturday:
Left for home

I miss Kadesh

It's been a long time

2005-06-21T09:13:00.000-07:00

Well, my week at South Padre was very fun, very hot, and very sandy. We saw a ton of dolphins and it was great. The beach was beautiful and I actually had fun with my family.
Since my Internet is down and I am just now using the Abeline computers at Kadesh, I must exclaim.
JULIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
My love, my life, please tell me you are healing quickly. I wil pray for you, as that is all we do here at Church Camp!
Please email me!

Rabbit!

2005-06-08T11:16:00.000-07:00

You Were Actually Born Under:

You have both a fiery energy and a warm heart.
Your charisma and charm makes it easy for you to influence others.
Lucky in life, you also have a reputation of being lucky in love.
Power hungry, you are determined to get what you want - no matter what it takes.

You are most compatible with a Monkey or Rat.

You Should Have Been Born Under:

Delicate, timid, and attractive - sometimes you really do act like a bunny.
You're very compassionate and protective of those you love, sometimes too protective.
Your home is really your castle, and you make sure your home is comfortable and well furnished.
You don't like to argue - and you prefer a quiet, peaceful life.

You are most compatible with a Goat or a Pig.

What Year Were You Born Under?

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2005-06-04T19:10:00.000-07:00

This is posted from a Livejournal site that does hilarious parodies. I thought this was appropriate as an after-San Marcos post.

Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith: Breadbox Edition
This is the last Star Wars BBE I will be doing for a while. Ever since I saw it a week and a half ago, I've been eating, sleeping and breathing Star Wars. It started after we saw it. The next day, my friend was all, "Let's get drunk and watch 'Star Wars,'" and I stupidly thought she meant "A New Hope." Nope. She meant all six of them. It took several days, as she kept falling asleep. And I had just watched "A New Hope" for the BBE. So...the galaxy far, far away can just stay that way for a little while. Until then, here's the "Sith" Breadbox Edition:

(Author’s Note: Star Wars continues to not belong to me, but to Lucas Films. Inspiration, as always, comes from The Editing Room. Dr. Evadne’s Warning: Please take a grain of salt before reading. Do not expose to direct sunlight. May impair your ability to drive or operate heavy machinery. Anyone who fails to abide by the warning is responsible for his or her own indignation.)

STAR WARS III: REVENGE OF THE SITH: BREADBOX EDITION

FADE IN:

The BACKSTORY scrolls on by.

AUDIENCE
Wow, I am anxious to see this WAR.

EXT. THE SURFACE OF COURASCANT

OBI-WAN KENOBI, ANAKIN SKYWALKER and MANY JANGO FETT CLONES rush to save SENATOR PALPATINE.

AUDIENCE
Yes, lower atmosphere battles over a planet made up
entirely of city are always a good idea. Thousands die
in fiery debris to save one guy who is evil anyway.

OBI-WAN and ANAKIN bicker, much as always, while ANAKIN shows off his LEET FLYING SKILLZ and his new MANLY SCAR.

ANAKIN
And someone is going to tell my son I piloted a freighter? Bah!

ANAKIN and OBI-WAN crash into a HANGAR, again, much as always.

ANAKIN
Artoo, stay with the ship while Obi-Wan and I rescue Senator Evilpants.

R2-D2
Eee-woop booop.
(You never take me anywhere.)

OBI-WAN
Take this Schick razor, Artoo, in case we need to talk to you.

MEANWHILE:

GENERAL GRIEVOUS talks in a GRAVELLY VOICE with an UNIDENTIFIABLE EASTERN EUROPEAN ACCENT.

GRIEVOUS
I sound like I should be plotting against James Bond.

AUDIENCE
Why is the evil droid-man hacking up a lung?

BACK TO THE JEDI:

OUR HEROES are nearly thwarted by AN ELEVATOR.

OBI-WAN contacts R2-D2, but forgot to turn the radio down from its BROADCAST-TO-THE-ENTIRE-WORLD setting.

OBI-WAN
*over radio*
Artoo, can you hear me? Is this joke funny yet?

R2-D2
EEEEEEEEEEE-eeeeeeee!!
(Shutupshutupshutup!!)

SOME DROIDS attempt to HARASS R2-D2.

R2-D2
WEEeeep-whOOop!
(FLYING DRAGON DROID KICK!)

R2-D2 racks up some KILLS and saves ANAKIN and OBI-WAN’S BUTTS.

INT. FORWARD COMMAND OR WHATEVER

SENATOR PALPATINE
Ah, hello, Jedi. Nice of you to drop by. I’ve just
been here, spinning in my chair. If you give it a good
push, you can go around ten times before it stops.

COUNT DOOKU
Kenobi, Skywalker. You shall not escape me this time.
Not that you did last time either.

ANAKIN
Why do I have to wear the heavy black leather, and Obi-Wan
gets to wear the light colored robes?

OBI-WAN
Because Lucas likes obvious symbolism. Whine about it later.
We can handle Dooku. Sith Lords are our specialty.

PALPATINE
I’m sorry, how many have you faced? Didn’t you both
get your sorry butts kicked by a Sith Lord last time you
faced one? And wasn’t it this Sith Lord?

Once again, OBI-WAN is taken down FAIRLY EASILY by COUNT DOOKU.

ANAKIN
I’ll take him down then. I’m the bestest Jedi ever!

PALPATINE
Kill him.

ANAKIN
Uh, I don’t think you’re qualified to make that decision.
And it’s a little creepy that you’re suggesting it to me.

PALPATINE
Yeah, but you really want to.

DOOKU
See my big puppy dog eyes? You don’t want to kill me.

ANAKIN
The Jedi Order does say… ah, screw it.

DOOKU suffers another TOO QUICK, ANTI-CLIMATIC DEATH.

DOOKU
At least it was on screen this time.

PALPATINE
Abandon your unconscious Master and let’s get out of here.

ANAKIN
You’re a very demanding rescuee, aren’t you? No.

ANAKIN, PALPATINE and DEAD-TO-WORLD OBI-WAN escape as the SHIP becomes VERTICAL.

OBI-WAN
*wakes up*
Ugghhh…I dreamt I was in a crappy surfer movie.

ANAKIN
Never mind that now. Help me with Palpatine. With all
the acrobatics we do, we’re lucky he doesn’t break a hip.

SUDDENLY, a TRAP just pops up around them.

OBI-WAN
What? So they just have random little force field squares
set up all over the ship? How much does that cost?

ANAKIN
I say we be patient and wait for Artoo.

OBI-WAN
Patient? All right, who are you and what have
you done to my apprentice?

R2-D2
Aaaeeeiiiiiiii!
(Aaaeeeiiiiiii!)

EVERYONE gets CAPTURED.

INT. SHIP’S BRIDGE

GENERAL GRIEVOUS
Seriously, what is this accent? Am I Russian? Czech? Bulgarian?

OBI-WAN
We have a history that can only be revealed if the
Audience buys the Clone Wars DVD!

GRIEVOUS
I’ll take your lightsabers and add them to my collection…of two.

ANAKIN
Wow, vast.

EVERYONE bickers for a while until OBI-WAN and ANAKIN get free and KICK DROID BUTT.

GRIEVOUS
My fighting skills are superior to you both!

GRIEVOUS cuts and runs, but not before BLOWING UP the ship.

GRIEVOUS (cont.)
I just prefer to blow you up rather than fight.

ANAKIN
Wuss.

OBI-WAN
Not now. The ship is crashing and we need to narrate
everything that happens just in case the audience can’t
figure it out from the visuals of the ship crashing!

ANAKIN
We’re really picking up speed. We’re coming in too hot.
The ground is fast approaching our ship. How’s that?

ANAKIN attempts to pull off a DESPARATE LANDING.

R2-D2
Beeeep-woooo woow.
(I’ve always loved you, sir.)

ANAKIN
Our ship is horizontal to the ground! We’ve landed!
We’re not dead! Do I have to keep narrating?

EXT. PRESS CONFERENCE

OBI-WAN
Well, I’m camera shy, so Anakin can deal with the publicity people.

PALPATINE
Oh, dear. Grievous got away. Guess the Senate will just have to
keep giving me executive powers. Not that I want them or anything.

BAIL ORGANA
Man, I hate you.

Despite being one of the MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE THERE, no one notices when ANAKIN hangs back to talk to a HIDING PADME.

PADME
Oh, pookie! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.

ANAKIN
Honeyhairbuns, you know I’ve been thinking about you constantly.

They CANOODLE.

ANAKIN
No one must know of our secret love!

AUDIENCE
Then maybe it should be conducted indoors.

PADME
It will be harder to hide now, snugglewoogums. I’m pregnant.

ANAKIN
Wait. How long have I been away?

EXT. A GREAT BIG HOLE

AUDIENCE
Are bottomless pits a Star Wars prerequisite?

GRIEVOUS
Someone get me my inhaler!

DARTH PALPATINE
I had something to tell you, but I can’t remember what it is.
Sorry to waste your time.

EXT. GREEN HOUSE OF LUV – BALCONY

DIRECTOR GEORGE LUCAS
And now for a sweeping love scene.

AUDIENCE
I have a very bad feeling about this.

PADME
I love you.

ANAKIN
No, I love you.

PADME
I love you more.

ANAKIN
I love you the most.

PADME
I love you a gazillion-billion-willion times!

ANAKIN
I love you infinity!

AUDIENCE
Oh, enter into a suicide pact and jump off the
balcony if you love each other so much. We just
don’t want to hear about it anymore!

INT. GREEN HOUSE OF LUV – LATER

ANAKIN has bad dreams about PADME.

DREAM PADME
Help me, Ani! I’m trapped in The Outer Limits!

ANAKIN wakes up and BROODS.

PADME
Ouch, shouldn’t have slept in my vintage flapper dress.
I’ll have pearl shaped marks in my arms for days.
Anakin, what’s the matter? Your Dark Side acting up again?

ANAKIN
I’m brooding. Leave me alone.

PADME
Anakin, stop being so emo and tell me what’s going on.

ANAKIN
You’re going to die. The baby is going to kill you.

PADME
The baby is not going to kill me.

AUDIENCE
Wait, the baby? Singular? Has she not seen a
doctor at all? That could be the thing that kills her.

INT. OFFICE OF YODA: PI

ANAKIN
Master, why don’t you open the venetian blinds?

YODA
Premonitions you’ve been having, mmm?

ANAKIN
I’m afraid someone I love will die.

YODA
Rejoice you should when someone rejoins the Force.
Buy a cake, invite some friends, do the limbo, yes.

INT. PALPATINE’S OFFICE

PALPATINE
Anakin. I need you to keep a close watch on the Council for me.

ANAKIN
Wouldn’t that create a conflict of interest for me? Why do you
need this anyway?

PALPATINE
Well, I’m evil, obviously.

ANAKIN
Eh, what did you say?

INT. JEDI COUNCIL ROOM

MACE WINDU
Okay, Anakin. You can hang around with the adults if
you sit quietly, mind your manners and promise not
to eat all the cookies. Also, you’re not a Master.

ANAKIN
Why not? I’m a whiny little bastard forced on you by the
Chancellor! I deserve to be a Master!

OBI-WAN
Anakin, I think I speak for everyone everywhere when I
say: shut the hell up. You’re on the freakin’ Council.

YODA
Across the galaxy we all must go. Far away from the situation
I must be. To the Wookies I go. Appease the fanboys, I will.

OBI-WAN
Anakin, I’m going to find General Grievous. But before
I go, I must put you in an awkward position. We
need you to spy on the Chancellor.

ANAKIN
Oh, great. Look, I’m not 007. I don’t like this.

OBI-WAN
Anakin, Palpatine keeps collecting more and more power with
no intention to give it up. Doesn’t this seem suspicious to you?

ANAKIN storms off in a HUFF.

YODA
Trouble this will be.

OBI-WAN
But he’s the Chosen One right?

YODA
Misread the prophecy, maybe we did.

MACE
We probably should have made a hardcopy of
it at some point for reference, huh?

INT. THE FANCIEST SEA WORLD EVER

AUDIENCE
So light moving between water bubbles is what passes for art here?

ANAKIN
I’m sorry to interrupt your Cirque du Soleil show,
Chancellor. But I need to talk to you.

PALPATINE
Everyone leave us alone to plot.

PA’U ZHAAN
Thank the Creator. This show is so boring.

ANAKIN
I’m confused by the Jedi Council.

PALPATINE
Were they using those big words again, Anakin?

ANAKIN
No, they won’t let me play ball.

PALPATINE
Anakin, let me tell you a Sith legend. Not that I know
all that much about the Sith, of course. There was this man
named Darth Plagueus, and while he had one of the stupidest
Sith names ever, he learned how to cheat death.

ANAKIN
Wow, I’m looking for a way to cheat death and save
Padme. This is so relevant to my life! Can I learn this power?

PALPATINE
Maybe. If you forsake all you have known and give
yourself to the Dark Side.

ANAKIN
Hmmm…I’ll have to think about that.

INT. GREEN HOUSE OF LUV

ANAKIN has more VISIONS.

ANAKIN
I can’t concentrate on my Gameboy Advance with all these horrific visions.

PADME
Is something wrong, pumpkin?

ANAKIN
I feel lost.

PADME
Lost?

ANAKIN
Yeah, lost. You know. Unsure of my place in the world?
Confused by the options set before me? Are you okay,
Padme? You’ve been acting strange all movie long.

INT. GIANT HOLE

OBI-WAN stops by to see the SCARY GREY PEOPLE.

SCARY GREY PEOPLE
Despite our appearances, we’re not evil.

OBI-WAN
Have you seen General Grievous?

SCARY GREY PERSON
Yes! He’s on our planet. He keeps drinking our cherry coke
and refusing to buy more! He also enslaved us and stuff.

OBI-WAN gets a 1952 LIZARD.

OBI-WAN
The only way to travel in style.

GRIEVOUS
Has anyone seen my X-rays? I’m getting second opinion
on my lungs tomorrow.

OBI-WAN
Hello, General Grievous. I found you!

GRIEVOUS
I have you surrounded, and could have my droids shoot you down before
you could move. But, no. I will kill you instead. Because apparently I
not only have gravel in my throat, but in my head as well. Luckily,
Count Dooku has trained me in the Jedi arts, so we can have a flashy battle.

OBI-WAN
Then why didn’t you use your “Jedi arts” before? It’s not like
Dooku could have taught you anything between then and now.

They FIGHT. It is divided into TWO SCENES because DIRECTOR GEORGE LUCAS likes to take the DRAMA out of things.

GRIEVOUS
Now, Kenobi, I shall keeeeeeeeeel you.

OBI-WAN rips open GRIEVOUS’S CHEST.

GRIEVOUS
Those are my organs! That’s private!

OBI-WAN
I really do not understand how you work.

OBI-WAN gives GRIEVOUS a bad case of HEARTBURN. I know, I know. But that joke was INEVITABLE.

INT. PALPATINE’S LAIR

PALPATINE
Anakin, I can teach you the Dark Side.

ANAKIN
Holy shit! You’re evil!

PALPATINE
Yes. I’ve been saying so for years.

ANAKIN runs off to MACE.

ANAKIN
Master Windu! Chancellor Palpatine is the Sith Lord!

MACE
Are you sure? I know I mentioned earlier that I felt the
aura of the Dark Side around him, but I’m still incredulous.

ANAKIN
Yes, I’m sure. Let me come with you to arrest him.

MACE
No, for vague reasons. I will arrest him myself. Eventually.

INT. COURASCANT

ANAKIN and PADME have the most romantic scene in the movie. Why? NO TALKING. In fact, their expressions are so emotive, you can almost hear their thoughts…

PADME
*thinking*
Oh, Anakin. I’m so afraid you’re pushing me away
when all I want to do is help you with your internal struggle
between your loyalty to the Council and to Palpatine.

ANAKIN
*thinking*
Hey, I can see my house from here.

EXT. COURASCANT – NIGHT

HOURS LATER, MACE decides it’s time to arrest PALPATINE.

MACE
Time for an old guy smackdown.

PALPATINE
Are you threatening me?

MACE
Yes, moron. Now come with the disposable Jedi and me.

DISPOSABLE JEDI die.

MACE
Yes! I get an extended fight scene! Finally!

MACE would have probably ended things ONCE AND FOR ALL if ANAKIN didn’t show up.

ANAKIN
No, you can’t kill him! He’s going to lead me astray!

PALPATINE
I am the HUMAN CAPACITOR! FEAR ME!

ZAP!

AUDIENCE
So much for 20 years of deterioration.

MACE
You done yet, sucka?

PALPATINE
Oh, no! I’m just a poor old man! He’s going to kill me!

MACE
Anakin, you’re not actually buying this are you?

ANAKIN attacks MACE, giving PALPATINE an opening.

PALPATINE
Ultimate POWER!

MACE
Dude, it’s just lightning. Get over it.
*dies*

PALPATINE
Okay, boy. You’re evil now.

ANAKIN
I guess so.

PALPATINE
You have a problem with that?

ANAKIN
Not really, no. I’m just curious. If I become evil, will I
eventually develop a big forehead canyon like you?

PALPATINE
Not necessarily.

ANAKIN
Okay then.

PALPATINE
You will now be known as Darth Vader – the only Sith
without a stupid name. Now go kill a bunch of people
for me. The Ultimate Power is very tiring.

PALPATINE contacts every CLONE COMMANDER in the galaxy.

PALPATINE
Execute order 66.

AUDIENCE
What were the other 65 orders?

CUE FLASHBACK:

PALPATINE
Execute order 65.

A CLONE goes to get PALPATINE’S DRY CLEANING.

PALPATINE
Excellent.

END FLASHBACK

Thus begins THE DEAD JEDI MONTAGE.

MOST JEDI
We are pathetic.

OBI-WAN
I am not so pathetic.

YODA
Your ass I kick. Mmm, yes.

INT. JEDI TEMPLE

ANAKIN kills CHILDREN. There is no possible way to make this FUNNY.

EXT. JEDI TEMPLE

BAIL
Uh, hi. I couldn’t help but notice one of the city’s most
important buildings was in flames and surrounded by soldiers.

CLONE SOLDIER
It’s nothing. Leave.

A YOUNG PADAWAN survives longer than most of the JEDI in the DEAD JEDI MONTAGE.

BAIL
I’ll be going now.

CLONE SOLDIER
Let him go. It doesn’t matter if everyone finds out we’re
killing the accepted defenders of peace and justice in the universe.

And, IT DOESN’T.

INT. GIANT HOLE

OBI-WAN
Hey, this pit wasn’t bottomless. Good thing for me.

CLONE COMMANDER
Is Kenobi dead?

CLONE SOLDIER
Well, we don’t have his body, but he couldn’t have survived
that fall, even if it is only water at the bottom and he’s a Jedi.

CLONE COMMANDER
Should we at least watch his ship? Naaaah.

EXT. GREEN HOUSE OF LUV

ANAKIN
Padme, I’m back from slaughtering children.

PADME
I didn’t care the last time that happened. What makes you
think I care now?

ANAKIN
I have to go far away now. If Obi-Wan comes by, tell him
I’ve run corner to get milk and will be back in about a month.

INT. BAIL ORGANA’S VERY WHITE SHIP

BAIL
I’m glad we found you Obi-Wan. We don’t think
anyone else has survived.

OBI-WAN
No one?

YODA
None.

OBI-WAN
Out of all the trained Jedi in the galaxy, scattered through the
stars, only Yoda, through sheer awesomeness, and myself,
through considerable luck, have survived?

BAIL
Well, there might be more. The Jedi Temple is sending out
a trap message calling the Jedi back.

OBI-WAN
Well, if it’s a trap, maybe we should stop it.

YODA
Think you we should?

OBI-WAN
DUH!

EXT. LEAST HOSPITABLE PLANET IN THE UNIVERSE

SEPARATISTS
Can we come home now, Palpatine? The constant fire
and darkness is kind of depressing, and our air conditioner
stopped working ten days ago.

PALPATINE
Don’t worry, my new apprentice is coming to take care
of you. Ahahahahahaha!

SEPARATISTS
Well, that didn’t sound ominous at all.

INT. GIANT ASS SENATE

BAIL
Psst, Padme. What’s going on?

PADME
What are you doing here, Bail? You’re not from Naboo.

BAIL
I can’t find my pod.

PALPATINE
I’m evil!

SENATORS
We know! And we don’t care!

INT. JEDI TEMPLE

YODA and OBI-WAN single-handedly defeat every CLONE SOLDIER that had recently murdered a TEMPLE FULL OF JEDI.

OBI-WAN
Master, I must know something.

YODA
A dumb idea it is.

OBI-WAN
No! Anakin is responsible for this!

YODA
Face him you must.

OBI-WAN
I won’t fight Anakin!

YODA
You will, yes.

OBI-WAN
Right, I’m off to kill him.

EXT. GREEN HOUSE OF LUV

OBI-WAN
Padme, Anakin’s evil. You have to tell me where he is.

PADME
No! All those pro-dictatorship statements, the killing of Sand People,
the obsession with keeping me alive: I ignore these things!

OBI-WAN
Anakin’s your baby daddy, isn’t he?

PADME
How could you know?

OBI-WAN
Well, he lusted after you all last movie, you’re mysteriously
pregnant, and your mail comes to the same address as Anakin’s.

PADME
Revealed by the Post Office!

PADME rushes off to ANAKIN, and OBI-WAN apparently hides in the LAV like the HERO he is.

EXT. LEAST HOSPITABLE PLANET EVER

ANAKIN
Woe. I shed my single tear of horror at what I’ve become.
I feel a terrible poem is necessary to express my pain.

PADME arrives before he can begin.

ANAKIN
Oh, darling. I really hope you’re wearing pants with that outfit.

PADME
Anakin, Obi-Wan has been talking smack about you!

ANAKIN
It’s all true, baby. But don’t worry. We can rule the galaxy together.

PADME
No, Anakin. Let me give you a string of clichés! You’re breaking
my heart! You’re going down a path I can’t follow! You’re
counting your chickens before they hatch!

ANAKIN
But, I did this all for you! I guess this means I’ll have to choke you!

PADME
I…still…love…ugh.

OBI-WAN
That was bright.

AUDIENCE
Round one: Bearded Hot Guy vs. Whiny Hot Guy! FIGHT!

INT. PALPATINE’S OFFICE

YODA
My wrath you suffer, bitch!

PALPATINE
*eats scenery*

AUDIENCE
Round two: Old Guy vs. Muppet! FIGHT!

PALPATINE
Behold the full power of the DARK SIDE!

YODA
Lightning it is! That great it is not!

They FIGHT. It is one of the most ENTERTAINING BATTLES in all six movies.

INT. LEAST HOSPITABLE PLANET EVER

ANAKIN and OBI-WAN fight with LIGHTSABERS and the FORCE, at one point producing a JEDI MIME TRICK.

ANAKIN
I’m not touching you!

INT. GIANT ASS SENATE

OLD GUY and MUPPET are still FIGHTING.

DIRECTOR GEORGE LUCAS
How can I make this more dramatic? I know! A rising platform!

PALPATINE
If the full power of the Dark Side won’t stop Yoda, I’ll drop
some pods on him.

This works BETTER.

YODA
Give up I do.

PALPATINE
Hmm, I don’t want to explain all this wanton destruction of
the Senate. I guess I’ll just have to dissolve it.

EXT. LEAST HOSPITABLE PLANET EVER

ANAKIN and OBI-WAN fight in what looks like a JUMPING PUZZLE VIDEO GAME with LAVA.

AUDIENCE
So what is this planet? A foundry? Or do they just
collect molten lava for the hell of it?

OBI-WAN and ANAKIN destroy lots of things.

AUDIENCE
And somewhere, some poor lava collection company loses
a fortune in property damage.

OBI-WAN jumps on a HILL.

OBI-WAN
There. I win.

ANAKIN
You underestimate my ability to jump real high.

No, HE DOES NOT.

ANAKIN becomes PRESIDENT of the SEVERED LIMBS OF STAR WARS CLUB. Then, he catches on FIRE, and it is worse than ¾ of the things seen in SIN CITY.

AUDIENCE
Holy God. What is this movie rated?

OBI-WAN
I’ll just be going now.

AUDIENCE
CUT HIS HEAD OFF, ASSHOLE!

OBI-WAN
I said I didn’t want to kill him.

OBI-WAN actually leaves. Takes PADME and leaves.

PALPATINE finds ANAKIN through his PATENTED FORCE RADAR SYSTEM.

PALPATINE
Yes, the waves of rage are getting closer together.
He’s down there.

INT. HOSPITAL

MEDICAL DROID
Padme is about to deliver twins.

OBI-WAN
Twins? How did no one know that at all?

PADME
Oooowwwwww!

MEDICAL DROID
Here are your children. They have superior acting genes, but
the female is a bagelhair gene carrier.

PADME
I will call them Luke and Leia. They are so beautiful.
Too bad I can’t be bothered to live for them.

MEDICAL DROID
I’m afraid she’s dying. It appears she has an acute case
of Stupidity. We were surprised, considering she was once
the competent Queen of Naboo. But it appears as of the second
movie, this started to develop. And now, she’s dead from The Stupid.

AUDIENCE
And Leia obviously has a faulty memory.

MEANWHILE:

INT. DARK HOSPITAL OF EVIL

ANAKIN’S REMAINS are brought for TREATMENT.

MEDICAL DROID
Let’s just leave him exposed to the rain. I’m sure that’s fine.

MEDICAL DROIDS assemble the DARTH VADER jigsaw puzzle. It’s kinda GROSS. And yet, VERY COOL.

AUDIENCE
Ouch. How does that not chafe? Or debride?
And, yay for James Earl Jones!

DARTH VADER
Where is my wife? What happened to Padme?

PALPATINE
Umm, son. Oh, this is harder to say than I thought it would be.
You killed her. Killed her dead. She’s among the angels now.

DARTH VADER starts to explode things with his ANGER. The DRAMA looks good.

But, LO, the STUPID is never far behind.

DARTH VADER breaks free from the operating table.

PALPATINE
It’s ALIVE!

CUE: THE STUPID

INT. VERY WHITE ROOM

YODA
Split up the twins must be.

BAIL
I’ll take the girl!

AUDIENCE
Wow, jumped on that real fast.

OBI-WAN
I’ll take the boy to Tatooine and his family. Though, if
someone went looking, that’s the first place they’d go.

YODA
Before go you, teach you the blue ghost trick I will. Your
former master you will see. And continuity there will be.

BAIL
And someone wipe C3-PO’s memory. He’ll definitely talk.

R2-D2
Weeeep-woooo. Booooop-wwweewoo bop-wee.
(I know everything! Puts the Classics in a new light, doesn’t it?)

EXT. PADME’S FUNERAL

AUDIENCE
“Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame
And round the prow they read her name
The Lady of Shallot”

EXT. SPACE

A FAMILIAR SHAPE is being formed at a giant CONSTRUCTION SITE.

PALPATINE
What should we call it?

DARTH VADER
Something stupid.

AUDIENCE
You are not trying to tell me it took them 20 years to
build the first Death Star, are you? And then the learning
process let them streamline it down to 3 years, huh?
Just leave me alone for another 20 years, George. Please.

BUT, DIRECTOR GEORGE LUCAS redeems himself with TWO VERY NICE SCENES about the TWINS.

AUDIENCE
And thus it was that all was well with the world.

this goes out to summer

2005-05-25T21:59:00.000-07:00

Why is it that I always seem to update on Wednesday's? No matter, I know you all have been positively itching for an actual post from me, but I am devoid of words, as I am just trying to make it to juniorhood. Luckily, my muse slapped me upside the head today, and I hence spit out this poem:
Half a crescent hung.
Golden rays bleached
A mere scratch of eggshell
Half a crescent hung.
The shape of weeping eyelids
Of limp smiles
And withered daisy petals.
Dangling in the sky
It threatens to plummet
Into the thrashing of
The sea,
Washed up smooth
With glass, broken--
Trod among the shells
Half a crescent hung.
Hope ya liked it,
Ta

Onions have layers

2005-05-11T23:24:00.000-07:00

The following article is complete satire from the wonderful site 'The Onion'. I laughed my head off

Scientology Losing Ground To New Fictionology"

LOS ANGELES—According to a report released Monday by the American Institute of Religions, the Church of Scientology, once one of the fastest-growing religious organizations in the U.S., is steadily losing members to the much newer religion Fictionology.

"Unlike Scientology, which is based on empirically verifiable scientific tenets, Fictionology's central principles are essentially fairy tales with no connection to reality," the AIR report read. "In short, Fictionology offers its followers a mythical belief system free from the cumbersome scientific method to which Scientology is hidebound."

Created in 2003 by self-proclaimed messiah Bud Don Ellroy, Fictionology's principles were first outlined in the self-help paperback Imaginetics: The New Pipe-Dream Of Modern Mental Make-Believe.

Fictionology's central belief, that any imaginary construct can be incorporated into the church's ever-growing set of official doctrines, continues to gain popularity. Believers in Santa Claus, his elves, or the Tooth Fairy are permitted—even encouraged—to view them as deities. Even corporate mascots like the Kool-Aid Man are valid objects of Fictionological worship.

"My personal savior is Batman," said Beverly Hills plastic surgeon Greg Jurgenson. "My wife chooses to follow the teachings of the Gilmore Girls. Of course, we are still beginners. Some advanced-level Fictionologists have total knowledge of every lifetime they have ever lived for the last 80 trillion years."

"Sure, it's total b.s.," Jurgenson added. "But that's Fictionology. Praise Batman!"

While the Church of Fictionology acknowledges that its purported worldwide membership of 450 billion is an invented number, the AIR report estimates that as many as 70 percent of the church's followers are former Scientologists.

Church of Scientology public-relations spokesman Al Kurz said he was "shocked" when he learned that Fictionology is approaching the popularity of his religion.

"Scientology is rooted in strict scientific principles, such as the measurement of engrams in the brain by the E-Meter," Kurz said. "Scientology uses strictly scientific methodologies to undo the damage done 75 million years ago by the Galactic Confederation's evil warlord Xenu—we offer our preclear followers procedures to erase overts in the reactive mind. Conversely, Fictionology is essentially just a bunch of make-believe nonsense."

Hollywood actor David McSavage, who converted to Fictionology last year, attempted to explain.

"Scientology can only offer data, such as how an Operating Thetan can control matter, energy, space, and time with pure thought alone," McSavage said. "But truly spiritual people don't care about data, especially those seeking an escape from very real physical, mental, or emotional problems."

McSavage added, "As a Fictionologist, I live in a world of pretend. It's liberating."

A tax-exempt organization, the Church of Fictionology stands poised to become a great moneymaking power if it continues to grow at its current rate—a situation Kurz called "outrageous."

"In recruiting new members, Fictionology preys on the gullible with fanciful stories and simple-minded solutions," Kurz said. "Fictionology is depriving legitimate churches of the revenue they need to carry out charitable works worldwide—important charitable works like clearing the planet of body-thetan implants."

holding out for the end

2005-05-11T22:49:00.000-07:00

School's end seems nearer and nearer and at the same time farther and farther. I'm struggling just to make it to next week without caving. I feel fat and need to cut back and work out. I'm thouroughly annoyed at certain people for choosing such a LARGE and TIME-CONSUMING project. I want time to work on my stories and I want my oboe back to practice my etudes and solo for next year. Most of all, I want to look friggin' awesome in my halter-bikini top at schlitterbahn--and feel that way, too.
I finished my ceiling tile (hopefully) today. I will have to force myself not to spend an eternity with a single-hair brush working out miniscule details that annoy me.
I got Phantom of the Opera plus some new clothes at Austin this weekend. The new clothes are nice, but I wish I had an opportunity to wear them. Obtaining my license seems to be a troubling affair. I have all my papers secured and can get it at the DPS office as soon as my mom can drag herself away from her squealing fourth graders and take me to get the license during school. I would really like to be able to drive myself to school for final exam week. Ugh, Chem and band test tommorrow. Must. Study. Have not done so well on tests in that darned class. And Mrs. Ch. has counted my Study Guide 10-3 as a zero on my progress report, and I am incensed, as I have that paper snuggled in my binder, having remembered turning it in and receiving it back.
Oh, well.
Ta

another hurdle overcome

2005-05-04T00:10:00.000-07:00

The mental exhaustion resulting from continuous study results in the breakdown of brain waves, reducing victim of mental exhaustion to hours preceding breakdown spent in front of machines producing light, color, sound, and movement.
That was basically my state of being on the evening of May the third. I have been largely absent from online activities recently and feel the need to offer a worthy update.
Agh, must get out of test-taking essay vocabulary. I knew the other night that I was slowly going insane when my diary entries evolved into bulleted lists. AP is over, and I must remember not to neglect the three or so more weeks of finals and other school crap that the teachers feel they must motivate themselves to force upon us.
Hey, hey, the clock just ticked over to 12 a.m.... poetry corner!
Sunlight has been shut out
Curtains collect dust
Settles onto tomes-
Reins in my eyes from straying
Into psychadellic realms
Of pulsating nightmares.
My hands are two
Arthritic claws
Gripping the cuneiform
Wedge-maker.
Like the Olympian
My mind spirals down
Lanes of
Knowlege.
One, two, three hurdles.
And a glaring white blaze.
Breaks into the
Dappled sunlight
Of dreamless sleep.
So, Phantom of the Opera is on DVD, and we need an adult to get us into Kingdom of Heaven on (sadly, I will be toiling away in Austin and in the woods of Forestburg with crazy hick relatives) Friday.
Field trip tommorrow, yay!
I'm tired. The aforementioned dreamless sleep sounds rather appealing right now.
G'night.

SIMS + Harry Potter + Spanish= Fun

2005-04-27T23:08:00.000-07:00

Someone has created the first chapter of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in the SIMS computer environment, and has added text from the Spanish edition of the book to stills of what I presume to be a video. Even though I can only make out a few words here and there in Spanish, it is pretty cool to see this visual interpretation of this chapter long before a movie is even in production.
Sorry, I had to geek out on you guys again.
click the link here. Or in the title

Crushed by Moneybags

2005-04-20T21:42:00.000-07:00

My posts seem to stretch farther and farther apart... separated by meaningless quiz results...
Anyho, I found out that not only is Monopoly a vicious game, it is further scarring when played with Andrew. I've been depressed all day!
Julia, Jessica, and Catherine and I finally began painting the mural, and I can say it is going to look quite nice, hopefully we can finish in a week or so.
My thoughts on Colton... (In regards to squealing and giggling band girls)
He will either:
quit band to devote himself to athletics
date someone outside of band (likely a cheerleader)
join One-Act-Play and, consequently, date Julia (is CJ still in the picture then? Time will tell)
Flee Celina
Good luck to everyone tommorrow on TAKS, and keep studying for AP! The more I go over chapters in the history book and study my AP test preps, the less I feel I know.
I really should be working out or practicing....
Ta

What You Own (from Rent)

Mark
"Hi, Mark Cohen for Buzzline....Back to you Alexi. Coming up, vampire welfare queens who are compulsive bowlers."
Oh God, what am I doing?

Don't breathe too deep
Don't think all day
Dive into work
Drive the other way
That drip of hurt
That pint of shame
Goes away
Just play the game
You're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're living in America
Leave your conscience at the tone
And when you're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're what you own

Roger
The filmmaker cannot see

Mark
And the songwriter cannot hear

Roger
Yet I see Mimi everywhere

Mark
Angel's voice is in my ear

Roger
Just tighten those shoulders

Mark
Just clench your jaw till your frown

Roger
Just don't let go

Both
Or you may drown
You're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're living in America
Where it's like a twilight zone
And when you're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're what you own
So I own not a notion
I escape and ape content
I don't own emotion--I rent

Mark
What was it bout that night

Roger
What was it about that night

Both
Connection is an isolating age

Mark
For once the shadwos gave way to light

Roger
For once the shadwos gave way to light

Mark
Angel--I hear you--I hear it
I see it--I see it
My film!

Roger
Mimi I see you--I see it
I hear it--I hear it
My song!

Mark (on the phone) Roger
Alexi-- Mark One song-glory
Call me a hypocrite Mimi
I need to finish my
Own film Your Eyes
I quit!

Both
Dying in America
At the end of the millennium
We're dying in America
To come into our own
And when you're dying in America
At the end of the millennium
You're not alone
I'm not alone
I'm not alone

More Fun Quizzes

2005-04-20T21:15:00.000-07:00

Your True Birth Month Is August

Sauve

Romantic

Attractive

Observant

Loves to joke

Easily jealous

Easily angered

Learns to relax

Loves to dream

Thirsty for praise

Loving and caring

Brave and fearless

Extraordinary spirit

Careful and cautious

Independent thoughts

Angry when provoked

Loves to make friends

Sensitive but not petty

Too generous and egoistic

Takes high pride of oneself

Loves to lead and to be led

Thinks quickly and rationally

Knows how to console others

Poor resistance against illnesses

Firm and has leadership qualities

Talented in the arts, music and self defense

What's Your True Birth Month?

You are Trisha.

Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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You are Proverbs.

Which book of the Bible are you?
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You are a Mod. Yeah baby.

What kind of Sixties Person are you?
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2005-04-14T16:23:00.000-07:00

innocent kiss - you're cute and sweet and like it
that way

What Sign of Affection Are You?
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You are 'Gregg shorthand'. Originally designed to
enable people to write faster, it is also very
useful for writing things which one does not
want other people to read, inasmuch as almost
no one knows shorthand any more.

You know how important it is to do things
efficiently and on time. You also value your
privacy, and (unlike some people) you do not
pretend to be friends with just everyone; that
would be ridiculous. When you do make friends,
you take them seriously, and faithfully keep
what they confide in you to yourself.
Unfortunately, the work which you do (which is
very important, of course) sometimes keeps you
away from social activities, and you are often
lonely. Your problem is that Gregg shorthand
has been obsolete for a long time.

What obsolete skill are you?
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Contemplating Time

2005-04-05T23:16:00.000-07:00

Gosh, it's been so long since I've made an actual journal entry that it's difficult to get started...
First off, where has everyone been??? I have spent the past few days with Catherine, which is fine it itself, but I feel as if I haven't really talked to any of my closer friends for a while now. We have not been out as a large group in an extremely long time (not counting the OAP gathering), and I realize that there have been issues organizing and finding rides and such, and I am sure that everyone is very weary of me calling and whining about not being contacted, but still, I miss you guys!
Besides that rant, I am extending invitation to the band kids who hang out in the band hall after school every day to help Catherine and I work on a... surprise for the band banquet.
Andrew-
Today you were mourning the approach of your birthday, and I just wanted to say that being sixteen is not that much different than being fifteen, and that, yes, you are getting older, but we can embrace getting older until we turn twenty-one, after which every birthday adds wrinkles. Reminds me of a certain five for fighting song...
Here's to more interesting future posts.

The Clock

The clock’s incessant ticking beat,
Like the heart within my chest,
Moved with rays of Apollo’s heat
Took a thousand lives in a breath.
Like a vast merciless metronome
It hurried all along their way--
Hastened all from childhood’s home.
Crossing Night and Dusk and Day.

Brought a mountain to knees of sand;
Birth to death was cruelly spurred.
For time’s wrinkled prodding hands
Irked my spirit as they urged-

Me first from youth and then my prime,
They made me old before my time.

And then the chimes of late hour sang,
Tolling seasons, sickness, strife--
To newborn the sound sweetly rang.
But every strike stole moments of my life.
I, tormented, hurled a stone unto the clock.
But, as I bent o’re the twisted shards,
And saw the hands paralysis-locked,
I conceived that my proverbial cards
Were laid before me bare
While Time’s orbit endured unbroken.
I cried out in despair,
For—
The Clock had been a simple token.

Scarily Accurate

2005-04-05T21:53:00.000-07:00

Sagittarius Horoscope for 3/28 - 4/3

This week's scenario is highlighted by opportunities which arise for you to turn your creative imagination and knowledge into tangible achievements.

This would be a good time to draw, paint, write or design plans, as other people are inspired by your ideas and sensitivity.

You have distinct impressions which prove remarkably accurate.

Even if you feel a bit introspective or reclusive now, your instinct will direct you to bring form to your inherent talents.

You also have much to offer to people who are confined or hospitalized now in the form of guidance and compassion.

You speak very clearly, convincingly, and forcefully now, so that there is no mistaking what your views and opinions are.

You can argue a good case, make a very persuasive presentation, or successfully challenge someone whose ideas do not agree with your own.

Your mind is sharp and your responses quick.

This is a very good time to take a test or to do any kind of intellectual or mental work.

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2005-04-05T21:46:00.000-07:00

You Are A Hornbeam Tree

You are a reserved person, looking in from the outside.

Naturally attractive, you take good care of your looks.

You are not egoistic, and you make life as comfortable as possible.

You look for kindness in others - though you are seldom happy with yourself.

A bit mistrusting and unsure, you dream of being swept away by someone unusual.

What is Your Celtic Horoscope?

Leah Holly's Aliases

Your movie star name: Apple Sauce Wesley

Your fashion designer name is Leah Florence

Your socialite name is Leh-ha New York

Your fly girl / guy name is L Dav

Your detective name is Horse Celina

Your barfly name is Chocolate Milk White Wine

Your soap opera name is Holly Rolling Hills

Your rock star name is Rocher Hummingbird Wings

Your star wars name is Lealuc Davdru

Your punk rock band name is The Tired Porcelain Unicorn

The Amazing Meganame Generator

2005-04-02T12:43:00.000-08:00

new pic
My pictures! Mine!

Postin' Poetry: English Assignments

2005-04-02T11:25:00.000-08:00

Crumbs of Vexation

Crumbs of vexation
Dribble onto my paper,
Impeding my pen,
My pencil stutters.

The day stretched
And filled with grime
And sullied my brush.
My hand swipes across—
Smeared with muddied hues.

The sun softened by lace
Splays across a dusty mirror,
Where my face resides
In sour humor.

My box of silver treasures
Is my mind
Latched and lacking
A key.

O, for this stain
Of mauve frustration
To linger no longer.
The pellucid heavens
Of Inspiration
Are so inaccessible
Today.

And—
I ache for
Elutriated air
And—
I
Just
Can’t
Find
The
Right
Word!

Where a Garden Still Grows

Among the dead waving grass,
At the peak of an emerald bank,
Standing solemnly alone,
It is a testament to the past.

Atop a speckled mast
Crying creak! on a rusty bolt
The backboard works its crumbling sail,
And the iron ring a prow steadfast.

The gravel path dilapidates
Amid the weeds where a stranger lies-
The remnants of a garden
Twisted rose bush and daffodils blaze

Below the grove of oaks
Are broken mortar fragments,
Charred planks of wood,
And contorted metal spokes.

Where the bank slopes to the lake
A square corroded mailbox,
Now asylum to spiders and wasps,
Still lingers for dignity’s sake.

And like beached whales
A buoyant dock, collecting mold and midges,
Is companioned by filaments of chain
Strung in bare branch rails.

Sinking into the grass’ deep green
Of the hollow, I turn to retreat.
The ruins of human existence
Are ghosts I’d rather leave.

In Memory, We

You laughed and we found the humor.
You sang a tune and we scrambled for verse.
You preferred an apple and we abandoned our cupcakes.
You were compassionate and we quelled our spite.
You were stalwart and we overcame our weakness.
You were brilliant and we shed our darkness.

We were fond of your whims.
We adored your character.
We admired your visage.
We envied your wardrobe.
We offered you praise.
We proudly declared our affiliation.

We flocked to your side.
We basked in your glory
That was unbeknownst to you.
We would have gladly remodeled ourselves
To be you.
And thus scoured away our distinctiveness.

You were exquisite
With him.
He loved you more than we did you.
And we coveted his devotion to you.
You sped along golden avenues with him,
Your hair fluttering softly in the teasing wind.

But heaven cherished you more than we.
Your perfect wings stroked the sky,
And we found ourselves
Empty.
For in loving you,
We forfeited ourselves.
Not I, but We.

We believed you lost to us forever. But then,
We encountered you in one another.

I had your kindness.
She had your strength.
He sang your song.
She triumphed from your motivation.
His laugh echoed your charm.
Her joy succeeded your smile.

But—
We all shared
Your Love

they just couldn't let it die

2005-03-22T23:06:00.000-08:00

Rings musical to open in Canada now

Anita Singh
THE producers of the Lord Of The Rings musical have abandoned plans to hold the world premiere in Britain because they cannot find a theatre big enough.

The £11.5 million adaptation of the JRR Tolkien trilogy - destined to be the most expensive musical in history - had been due to open in London in December.
But the premiere has now been switched to Toronto because there is no West End theatre available which could accommodate the lavish stage show.
It will not come to Britain until at least December 2006.
Producer Kevin Wallace said: "I know there will be a lot of disappointed British Tolkien fans who hoped to see the show in London, but we couldn't get a London theatre in time.
"Unfortunately it's going to be a year before they can see it here. But it is absolutely worth waiting for. It will be like nothing they have ever seen before."
The show requires a theatre with a large stage to accommodate the set, which recreates Middle Earth.
There will be elaborate battle scenes and the cast will include a host of circus-trained performers alongside the actors.
Only three West End theatres - the Lyceum, Dominion and Theatre Royal Drury Lane - are big enough. But they are currently packing in audiences for The Lion King, We Will Rock You and The Producers respectively.
Home
The Dominion is the likely home for the production when it eventually opens.
The world premiere will now take place at the Princess of Wales Theatre in Toronto in March 2006.
Speaking from Canada after flying in to seal the deal, Wallace said: "Toronto really wanted this premiere. The Tolkien books and films are hugely popular in Canada.
"We hope the anticipation and excitement over here will create an even bigger buzz by the time we open in London."
Auditions begin in Canada on Thursday but up to five British actors may join the cast, under a deal struck with Canadian Actors' Equity.
The premiere will coincide with the 50th anniversary of the publication of the Tolkien trilogy - The Fellowship Of The Ring, The Two Towers and The Return Of The King.
Bollywood composer AR Rahman has written the music and Matthew Warchus will direct.
Warchus said: "The production will be a hybrid of text, physical theatre, music and spectacle never previously seen on this scale.
"To read the novel is to experience the events of Middle Earth in the mind's eye. To watch the films is to view Middle Earth as though through a giant window.
"Only in the theatre are we actually plunged into the events as they happen. The environment surrounds us and we are in Middle Earth."
Workshops for the British production have already taken place but no casting decisions have been made.
The film trilogy starred Orlando Bloom, Elijah Wood, Cate Blanchett, Liv Tyler and Sir Ian McKellen.

so, so true

2005-03-17T17:05:00.000-08:00

Sagittarius Horoscope for 3/7 - 3/13

This week's scenario is highlighted by a lot of activity surrounding work and professional pursuits at this time.

You may feel obsessed with getting some work accomplished; however, you may discover you only run around in circles and get very little done.

Your daily work routine might need to be rearranged or reorganized because of petty inconveniences or obstacles during this period.

Tension and minor disagreements with co-workers or close associates is also possible.

Since most of your work efforts leave less time for your personal life, you can find yourself making excuses to loved ones, relatives, and friends who wish to connect with you.

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2005-03-16T22:16:00.000-08:00

jealously does not express my feelings toward miss ayanimeya. Wherever you are, every other aspiring artist has broken their brushes in despair.
My pictures! Mine!

2005-03-16T22:13:00.000-08:00

this. artist. is. still. in. frickin. high. school
My pictures! Mine!

Baila de Pepino (the dance of the cucumber)

2005-03-15T20:57:00.000-08:00

Who knows who sings this and what it translates to???

"Miren al pepino"
"miren como se mueve"
"como un leon"
"tras un raton."
"Miren al pepino"
"sus suaves movimientos"
"tal como mantequilla"
"en un chango pelon."
"Miren al pepino
"los vegetales"
"envidian a su amigo"
"como el quieren bialar"
"Pepino bailarin, pepino bailarin, pepino bailarin"
"Baila, baila, ya!"
"Miren al tomate"
"no es triste?"
"El no puede bailar."
"!Pobre tomate!"
"El deberia poder bailar"
"Como el pepino"
"libre y suavemente."
"Pero el no puede danzar."
"Escuchen el pepino"
"oigan su voz fuerte"
"como un leon"
"listo a devorar."
"Escuchen al pepino"
"que dulce as su canto"
"la voz de su garganta perece un triar."
"Escuchen al pepino"
"los vegetales"
"envidian a su amigo"
"como el quieren cantar."
"Pepino cantador, pepino cantador, pepino cantador"
"canta, canta, ya!"
"Escuchen al tomate"
"?No es triste?"
"El no puede cantar.
"Pobre tomate."
"El deberia poder cantar"
"fuerte y ducle como el pepino"
"Pero no puede ..."
"!Ni siquiera da un silbido!"
"Adios, amigos!"

Musica, musica, ya!

I am the dawn

2005-03-15T18:59:00.000-08:00

Take the quiz: "Which Disney Princess are you most like (with 2 new princesses)"

Aurora
You love all Woodland animals, especially owls. You like to dream alot, but be careful tdont go to sleep away from your true love's first kiss.

2005-03-12T22:39:00.000-08:00

Take the quiz: "Who from History Are You?????"

George Washington
George Washington was hard working and a good militant ....he was very patriotic and proud.

Dust

2005-03-10T18:47:00.000-08:00

Put on your lipstick, dear.
There's dust over the horizon.
Your lips will dry out, dear.
They'll be as dry as onion skin.
Dry as summer wheat.
Do put on your lipstick, dear.
Why let your beauty fade?
That dust over the horizon
Will Steal it away.
Stop running from the dust, dear.
Just put on your lipstick.

2005-03-08T19:57:00.000-08:00

dum, da da dum, da da dum dum da DUMMMM!
My pictures! Mine!

2005-03-01T20:50:00.000-08:00

You are

What Rejected Crayon Are You?

You are

What Rejected Crayon Are You?

You are

What Rejected Crayon Are You?

2005-03-01T18:32:00.000-08:00

oso agua
My pictures! Mine!

2005-02-28T19:35:00.000-08:00

mono mar
My pictures! Mine!

They're Different

2005-02-28T19:26:00.000-08:00

2005-02-25T17:06:00.000-08:00

Big Five Word Test Results

Extroversion (32%) moderately low which suggests you are reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive.
Friendliness (52%) medium which suggests you are moderately kind natured, trusting, and helpful while still maintaining your own interests.
Orderliness (69%) moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly organized, neat, structured and restrained at the expense too often of flexibility, variety, spontaneity, and fun.
Emotional Stability (49%) medium which suggests you are moderately relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.
Openmindedness (54%) medium which suggests you are moderately intellectual, curious, and imaginative.

Take Free Big Five Word Choice Test
personality tests by similarminds.com

Speaking of Jews

2005-02-24T19:04:00.000-08:00

Jews Protest Portman Scene in Jerusalem
Feb 24, 8:00 AM EST

The Associated Press
JERUSALEM -- Dozens of ultra-Orthodox Jewish worshippers confronted Natalie Portman and her co-star, objecting to the couple kissing during the filming of a scene beside Jerusalem's Western Wall.
The incident Tuesday evening underlined the sensitivity of the site, a remnant of the biblical Jewish temples, the holiest place where Jews can pray.
The site is controlled by strictly observant Jews. Male and female worshippers are separated by a barrier perpendicular to the wall, following Orthodox Jewish rules forbidding casual contact between the sexes.
Police said they had to step in when worshippers spotted Portman and Israeli actor Aki Avni embracing and kissing as part of a scene for "Free Zone." The daily Yediot Ahronot said ultra-Orthodox Jews charged the couple, shouting, "Immoral, immoral!"
Police said they asked the actors to leave and return later, and they agreed.
The rabbi in charge of the site, Shmuel Rabinovitch, said that codes of conduct under religious and state law prohibit acting or romantic interaction near the wall.
"That code was not followed," he said.
The Israeli-born Portman, 23, has been studying at Hebrew University in Jerusalem in recent months.
HA. The mental image and irony of this scene makes me laugh.

Introducing......

2005-02-22T22:22:00.000-08:00

Strongbad's ROCK OPERA. It's what we've all been waiting for, the Strongbad email broadway musical. Okay, so, it's not really on broadway. But it's an awesome video!
Check it out! http://homestarrunner.com/sbemail125.html

Famous People

2005-02-22T19:03:00.000-08:00

A famous relative of mine just died and I didn't even know about him.
My dad told me while I was eating dinner about this guy named Max Jennings who was the son of my great-aunt Adelie's husband. So he wasn't really a blood relative, more like my step-cousin twice removed or something like that, but still! Here's the obituary from the internet.

Max Jennings, editor of the Pulitzer Prize-winning Dayton Daily News from 1987 to 1997 and a principal founder of the popular Kids Voting program, died Wednesday on a ski slope at Taos, N.M., where he and his wife Carol had resided since Oct. 1. He was 63.

Forget about funerals. In accordance with his wishes, a party will celebrate his life next month in Phoenix, where he worked some 15 years.

Mr. Jennings had retired from his Dayton editorship in December 1997 and sought adventure on his sailboat, the Vamonos, and a motor home. Moving to Taos last fall, he and his wife bought land and commissioned architect's sketches for a new house with mountain views.

Mr. Jennings apparently suffered a heart attack at the Taos Ski Valley resort 20 yards from his oldest son, John, a Ludlow, Colo., physician's assistant, who unsuccessfully came to his aid.

"John heard him say 'hurt' or 'help,' and he collapsed," Carol Jennings related by telephone Thursday. "He was taken to Holy Cross Hospital."

There's also all these memorial things for him peppering the Internet. He was a pretty special person, I guess. (Whoa, we visited Taos last spring! We were in the same town and didn't even know it!!) There's also a memorial guest book filled with stories from people he's met or influenced. The link is here.
Also, Shawn Bradley of the Dallas Mavericks is buying my second cousin, Joe's, house in Preston 455. My cousin's house is HUGE and has several acres and a barn and everything. He even has a stocked catfish pond. Shawn's getting a great house. Sad thing is, Joe's moving to Frisco, so we don't get to go to his beautiful house for Christmas. Shawn is REALLY tall, about 7-6 I think. I haven't met him yet, but my cousin is short and he says that he has to look way up to see him. I think he has kids that might go to Celina Intermediate or Elementary, if they don't get daunted by all the hicks asking for autographs and beg to be placed in private school.
Well, that's it for famous people.
Ta

of TAKS, solos, and stalkers coughAmazon.comcough

2005-02-22T18:24:00.000-08:00

This is the first school evening in a while that I have not had homework. Of course, everyone knows that that's because of the glorious and wonderful English TAKS. Is it bad that I took nearly five hours to complete the dang thing? I mean, I wanted to write well-thought-out essay questions and essay. I was getting frustrated when everyone else was finishing and I was still cranking away at that paper.
In other news, my UIL solo has been making slow but steady progress. I've decided to steal about twenty to thirty minutes of practice while I wait for my mom to pick me up after school, but if I don't practice an additional hour at home, I see no way of being able to get through the thing by Friday morning. Eek.
I've decided that Amazon.com is truly stalker-scary. I was surfing around the site before posting and clicked on the "Leah's Recommendations" tab, and it brought up Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, all these dietary books, and some books on politics. I don't see why I needed the politics, but how did Amazon.com know that I like Harry Potter books so much? How did they know that I'm trying to loose my holiday season flab? How the heck do they know that want to see the Star Wars trilogy on DVD (apparently they changed the last scene in Return of the Jedi, and spliced Hayden Christensen's face where the old Darth Vader actor's was)? How do they know that I want to know more about fairy tales (for creative writing purposes)? How do they know that I am curious about the Eragon books?
Gaaaaaaahhhh!
I've read blog entries over at LiveJournal on this subject. Seems that Amazon.com stalks many a hapless blogger. Well, I'm off to see the wizard! (Enjoy Wicked, Andrew!)
Ta