i am officially doing the most risky thing i have ever dared to do. i am submitting my persuasive essay about iPods and their villianous ploy to drown out the noise of human relationships.i am SO going to end up at NMC.
:'(
Friday, November 30, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
3 entire days have been wasted in a pathetic attempt to avoid writing the dreaded college essays. of course, no fun has been had throughout the three wasted days because there was too much anxiety and depression involving the procrastination of the college essays.
i've never watched so much useless, distracting TV and have never felt worse about it.
Lifetime! i was actually watching the Lifetime movie about the skinny girl who dresses up in a fat suit to prove that normal folk are mean to fat people. she didn't need a fat suit to prove that...
but seriously! how pathetic is that...i could've at least been wasting time with something good...
*heaving sob*
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
currently, i am:-fighting an impending dashboard confessional addiction.
-writing another essay for mr. lee.
-wondering if i'll ever be able to find the right words to get into berkeley.
-contemplating whether or not to tell taylor that we got our school pictures, knowing she'll ask for one and i'll have to show mine to someone besides melissa, who saw them before i did.
-dreading the physics homework that i couldn't differentiate from a pile of rocks in tyrgystan.
-hoping i misinterpreted what henry said (as i often do) and that Brown is actually not a school composed strictly of transvestites.
-taking a break from the mental loop of achmed jokes that has been running through my jumbled mind for the past few days
-recovering from the dizziness that results from spinning around in the desk chair.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
stupid shalom.
somehow i don't think it would be an undue assumption to declare my dad and i the two stupidest people on the entire planet. seriously. if we're not fighting because he refuses to help me with my college applications or even acknowledge the fact that i have to do them, we're fighting because he yelled at me to turn down the volume on the Country Music Awards. the CMAs! it's like illegal to mute the CMAs! what's the point of watching a music awards show if you can't hear the performances?
see? told you we were stupid. particularly me.
college apps= dad stupid.
CMAs = caroline stupid.
lol.
have you checked out jack's mannequin yet? i've been telling you...you don't know what you're missing! :P
i wish i could think of something substantial to blog about. the lack of socializing at SIS? seriously. it's pathetic. haha today melissa and i were enjoying our oatmeal in the shelter of mrs. epley's completely empty, extremely cold room (a freezing room helps to cool the oatmeal faster). we quickly realized that this was quite a lonely existence. the solution?
melissa: where's madison?
me: reading.
melissa: wanna go sit by her?
me: and bother her?
melissa: yeah.
me: bother her while she's reading?
melissa: yeah.
me: good idea.
arnold seriously ticked off mrs. jang yesterday. it was terrifying. he had his head down on his desk, as is ordinary for the boys in music class, and mrs. jang, who picks on him because he's chinese, goes, "arnold!!! put you head up!!!" his response?
"no."
terrifying, i'm telling you. she had a cow. actually, i think you could safely say that she had a whole herd of cows. next, she was like, "why not?!?!?!?!" his response?
"i don't want to."
i almost died. i think the whole room did. it was completely silent. even Q stopped snoring. arnold and mrs. jang just did the death glare for about 30 seconds, like two of those dudes in those old western movies, standing face-to-face, guns pointed at each other's heads. neither of them shot, of course. mrs. jang just continued with class after a seriously uncomfortable silence.
"shalom, my friends, shalom." class continued. somewhat unfortunately. :P
see? told you we were stupid. particularly me.
college apps= dad stupid.
CMAs = caroline stupid.
lol.
have you checked out jack's mannequin yet? i've been telling you...you don't know what you're missing! :P
i wish i could think of something substantial to blog about. the lack of socializing at SIS? seriously. it's pathetic. haha today melissa and i were enjoying our oatmeal in the shelter of mrs. epley's completely empty, extremely cold room (a freezing room helps to cool the oatmeal faster). we quickly realized that this was quite a lonely existence. the solution?
melissa: where's madison?
me: reading.
melissa: wanna go sit by her?
me: and bother her?
melissa: yeah.
me: bother her while she's reading?
melissa: yeah.
me: good idea.
arnold seriously ticked off mrs. jang yesterday. it was terrifying. he had his head down on his desk, as is ordinary for the boys in music class, and mrs. jang, who picks on him because he's chinese, goes, "arnold!!! put you head up!!!" his response?
"no."
terrifying, i'm telling you. she had a cow. actually, i think you could safely say that she had a whole herd of cows. next, she was like, "why not?!?!?!?!" his response?
"i don't want to."
i almost died. i think the whole room did. it was completely silent. even Q stopped snoring. arnold and mrs. jang just did the death glare for about 30 seconds, like two of those dudes in those old western movies, standing face-to-face, guns pointed at each other's heads. neither of them shot, of course. mrs. jang just continued with class after a seriously uncomfortable silence.
"shalom, my friends, shalom." class continued. somewhat unfortunately. :P
Monday, November 12, 2007
literal inspiration
one of the best poems mr. lee assigned us. beautifully, lyrically, enchantingly depressing.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
(W.H. Auden)
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
(W.H. Auden)
soliliquy of the chipmunk
i know i should be reading "a tale of two cities". i also know that i have had three entire days to complete the 52-page reading assignment that i have yet to begin. i am further aware of the fact that i will not start the assignment for at least another fifteen minutes. at the very least. additionally, i know that it is 10:48pm and i am going to need some serious caffeine to survive this little mis-allotment of time i have achieved.
man. my hair looked so bad in this ponytail i had it in that it was actually throwing off my mental processes. that's a little scary. i think that might make me a vain person. just a tiny bit of one.
ponytail gone. problem solved. constancy of mental processes regained. brain functioning at original capacity. notice use of "original" in place of "full", since brain has never, is not currently, and will never function at "full" capacity. that would require the presence of an actual brain, which would be tough, since taylor took mine in the transplant she underwent. there's your answer, tay: you were the recipient AND the donor. you took mine and we gave yours to this chipmunk. now there's this genius chipmunk wandering around the boonies plotting how best to achieve world domination through a career in sociology. after he finds the acorns, that is.
oh, wait. that's squirrels. what do chipmunks eat?
my father is no help at all in the college applications process. since my mother no longer lives here, this is kind of an irritation. at good times, i find his lack of support comical. at others, i find it incredibly frustrating. i asked him today, in a moment of temporary retardation, "dad, why am i even bothering with this? why don't i just apply to UT and go there?" his answer? "i dunno. i think you're crazy." he then launched into the token dad rant (think token luke danes rant, Anita) about how the perversion of american capitalism had irreparably destroyed the educational system, publically and privately. he's just so irritated by the fact that he paid $1,000 a year for a UT education and i will have to pay about $41,000 for "the same thing". oh well.
7 more months. freedom approaches...at a slow, painful crawl.
:P
man. my hair looked so bad in this ponytail i had it in that it was actually throwing off my mental processes. that's a little scary. i think that might make me a vain person. just a tiny bit of one.
ponytail gone. problem solved. constancy of mental processes regained. brain functioning at original capacity. notice use of "original" in place of "full", since brain has never, is not currently, and will never function at "full" capacity. that would require the presence of an actual brain, which would be tough, since taylor took mine in the transplant she underwent. there's your answer, tay: you were the recipient AND the donor. you took mine and we gave yours to this chipmunk. now there's this genius chipmunk wandering around the boonies plotting how best to achieve world domination through a career in sociology. after he finds the acorns, that is.
oh, wait. that's squirrels. what do chipmunks eat?
my father is no help at all in the college applications process. since my mother no longer lives here, this is kind of an irritation. at good times, i find his lack of support comical. at others, i find it incredibly frustrating. i asked him today, in a moment of temporary retardation, "dad, why am i even bothering with this? why don't i just apply to UT and go there?" his answer? "i dunno. i think you're crazy." he then launched into the token dad rant (think token luke danes rant, Anita) about how the perversion of american capitalism had irreparably destroyed the educational system, publically and privately. he's just so irritated by the fact that he paid $1,000 a year for a UT education and i will have to pay about $41,000 for "the same thing". oh well.
7 more months. freedom approaches...at a slow, painful crawl.
:P
Sunday, November 4, 2007
carnival ride!
carrie underwood's new album, carnival ride, is officially the best of this year. except maroon 5, of course. duh. and maybe john mayer. lol. i'll just stop before i go off the edge :P
Thursday, November 1, 2007
standing water
i miss my friends. a lot.
particuarly you, henry chan. and tikla. and gretchen. particularly gretchen. :(
life seems stagnant. like standing water that malaria-spreading mosquitos proliferate in. it's standing still. it's like that water under the bridge next to the clock tower in memorial park. the water that so closely resembles something in the sludge-idius family that it barely crawls over the rocks.
if i procrastinate mr. lee's essay any longer, i may just fall asleep.
particuarly you, henry chan. and tikla. and gretchen. particularly gretchen. :(
life seems stagnant. like standing water that malaria-spreading mosquitos proliferate in. it's standing still. it's like that water under the bridge next to the clock tower in memorial park. the water that so closely resembles something in the sludge-idius family that it barely crawls over the rocks.
if i procrastinate mr. lee's essay any longer, i may just fall asleep.
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