Mmm....been a while...
May. 18th, 2004 11:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pipistrellafelixLet's see. So so much to say...most of it good, actually. Finally.
In bestest news of ever, Emily got her backpack back...Ian found it in the Lost and Forgotten, where I guess it randomly showed up...odd. But so very very good it's back!
Also we had a math quiz today (Volumes of Solids of Revolution, my friends, and not nearly so exciting as a Revolution ought to be), and unless I am sadly mistaken, I am doing rather well. I only ran into one problem so far that I couldn't quite figure out, and I only have one problem left...I am going back seventh period today to try and finish, and therefore no math class tomorrow for me...:)
I wrote my Machiavelli paper last night. Such a terrible essay I don't think I've written since...middle school, maybe. Hee hee. And yet, although I know how awful it is, I really am not troubled about it at all--ha ha. Snicker. I really don't care. I enjoyed reading Machiavelli (such an interesting little book that was...) but I wasn't really into the whole, ya know, writing a paper about it thing. Heh. I only have one paper left in that class, which I think will be easier in terms of making myself write it--"Quality In My Education," aka, Glen gives us a title and we take off wherever we want. Should be interesting. I can blabber about Center and NW and meeting Carol for chocolate and Shakespeare...mmm. The best class I've ever had, bar none...
Thesis? Which I renamed Abigail because I couldn't stand to open the file labeled "THESIS" anymore? Hmm. Well, it should be all right, actually. I am going to work like a mad monkey tonight (no other homework), and tomorrow, and as much as I ever can, and get it bound by Monday. Oh, lordy. *sigh* It shall happen. Verily and Aye. I shall not Fail.
Prom? Was, er, prom-like...it was fun. And I will come back and edit this post and write more about it but right now I have to go to Street Law, wherin Scott will keep up the pretense that he is teaching us Environmental Law, but really we'll spend the whole time talking about goats and catatonic paranoid people and footnotes. Oh, glory me yes. Footnotes and goats. Gotta love em.
Later:
Dammit. I wrote a whole long thing about my weekend and everything and it deleted it. Aw, fuck...I liked that. And I really don't have time to write it again right now. Curses. But I'll try...
Friday:
Went to a homeopathic doctor. I've gone to them before but don't remember it, just the medicine, which comes in little white pellets that melt on your tongue and are sweet but not overly so. Actually palatable...goodness. Anyhow, I went to this office up north and I got sat down in a chair, with the doctor across from me with a laptop, and she says, "Tell me about yourself."
Er...
It was sort of disconcerting. I felt like I was at a psychiatrist...but not to bad, really. I didn't know what to say, so I just talked...I talked about school, and I ended up talking about the whole SPT thing, because I wouldn't make much sense otherwise. Then mum came in and talked about me for a while, things when I was little that I wouldn't remember. Apparently once when I was three or four I hit my head on a table at a buffet where I was eating with my mother, and I cried for a while. And then we ate. And then an old lady who had been sitting nearby came over and said to me, "oh, did you have a booboo and then go waa?" (Or something to that effect.) And I said, "no, I hit my head and then I cried."
Go figure.
Friday night I went to see Van Helsing with some of my favoritest people in the world. It was silly. The movie, I mean. Silly but fun, like The Mummy was....I adored Friar "I can curse all I want...dammit" Carl, and Vlad "I Am Sexy, If Anachronistic" Dracula was funny (Richard Roxburgh, no less). Hugh "My Hair Is Perfect" Jackman and Kate "My Hair Is Perfecter" Beckinsale were also interesting, if not as lovable...hee. The movie raised some interesting questions, though, not the least of which include:
Where did Anna get a curling iron and hair product in 1883 in Wallachia?
How can she breathe in that corset?
Where did she get five-inch stiletto-heeled boots, and how did she run in them, much less stand up without falling?
Why does the werewolf transformation require one to rip off one's clothes, except for a small and accurately placed bit of black cloth resembling swimming trunks? (Didn't help that he looked like he was backstroking up the wall...)
Why did wolf-boy-Gabriel resemble Anubis? He's supposed to be a Christian angel, as far as I could tell, not an Egyptian God.
Anyhow. It was much too terribly fun, and I want to do it again. With those people. You know who you are, and I love you to pieces. (Note to Self: Poke Simon to have party soon. Poke, poke, lurk, lurk.)
Allie and Liz and I took the bus home from downtown at 1 am. That was fun too. Hee.
And I slept, for a little while....
Saturday morning Liz came over and we hung about for a while...and then Allie and Emily and Melissa came and we got ready for prom. Felt sort of silly dressing up, but I have to admit that as riduculous as the whole thing is, I enjoy it rather a lot. Mum curled my hair with the curling iron (so much cooler than rags, and also a brilliant weapon) and everyone looked so loverly... We took pictures outside and looked all fancy, and then Emily's mum drove us to Melting Pot.
Oh, good food. Delicious scrumptious wonderful food, which I would eat all the time but for the expensivity of it...(actually with ten of us it worked out to 20 dollars a person, which isn't bad for fondue). Mmm. Cheese and chocolate and a really good mushroom salad...mmmm. Manna from heaven, or from the kitchen anyhow.
We stopped at Liza's house for makeup and so forth...I love her house. It's beautiful and gorgeous and the staircase is to die for--old and wooden and the sort that needs to be swept down while wearing a gown. Heee. I ought to have been born in a different era...
We drove to the parking lot by the Frye (in Catherine's van, aka The Sexmobile) and then took a schoolbus to prom...which I found amusing and rather suitable, actually.
Smith Tower...Smith Tower....ahh, the beauty. Forty-two stories of wonderful old building. We were at the top, in a room decorated with things from China (apparently Mr. Smith was friends with the Empress?), and there was good food again and funny music and everyone looked so fancy and beautiful and awesome. ("Foxy," as Rachel would say.) And when it got dark, the lights of the city were all out and you could walk all the way around the tower on the outside and it was so pretty out. We danced and we chatted and we watched the hypnotist (so funny. So very very funny...I don't think I've laughed that hard in a long time--Nathan does a mean Michael Jackson...
Hypnotist: What's your name?
Nathan: Michael Jackson.
Hypnotist: You appear to have two beautiful girls on you.
Nathan (looking blearily at Candace and Witney, asleep on his shoulders): It happens.
Hee...oh so funny...)
And it was oddly surreal, having been talked about so much, actually having it happen was...weird. Not really anti-climactic, because it was good, just...weird. But fun. A good party.
Allie and Liz and I nearly took the bus home at 2am, but dad came and got us. Good thing, probably.
Sunday I slept much later than I ought to have done...I tried to work on my thesis but that sort of fell through, so I puttered about and then went to the U District Streetfair for about an hour and talked to the ear-cuff people, and looked at hats. And then I took the bus to school and watched Macbeth. Which was fantastic. So so well done, everyone, I enjoyed it very much. I like good theater. Oh yes.
And then I came home. And slept again.
I know there was more I said. Or wanted to say. But it got deleted, and so this will have to do for now. I have comics class in a few minutes...and I should get some work done. Hee. Productivity...
In bestest news of ever, Emily got her backpack back...Ian found it in the Lost and Forgotten, where I guess it randomly showed up...odd. But so very very good it's back!
Also we had a math quiz today (Volumes of Solids of Revolution, my friends, and not nearly so exciting as a Revolution ought to be), and unless I am sadly mistaken, I am doing rather well. I only ran into one problem so far that I couldn't quite figure out, and I only have one problem left...I am going back seventh period today to try and finish, and therefore no math class tomorrow for me...:)
I wrote my Machiavelli paper last night. Such a terrible essay I don't think I've written since...middle school, maybe. Hee hee. And yet, although I know how awful it is, I really am not troubled about it at all--ha ha. Snicker. I really don't care. I enjoyed reading Machiavelli (such an interesting little book that was...) but I wasn't really into the whole, ya know, writing a paper about it thing. Heh. I only have one paper left in that class, which I think will be easier in terms of making myself write it--"Quality In My Education," aka, Glen gives us a title and we take off wherever we want. Should be interesting. I can blabber about Center and NW and meeting Carol for chocolate and Shakespeare...mmm. The best class I've ever had, bar none...
Thesis? Which I renamed Abigail because I couldn't stand to open the file labeled "THESIS" anymore? Hmm. Well, it should be all right, actually. I am going to work like a mad monkey tonight (no other homework), and tomorrow, and as much as I ever can, and get it bound by Monday. Oh, lordy. *sigh* It shall happen. Verily and Aye. I shall not Fail.
Prom? Was, er, prom-like...it was fun. And I will come back and edit this post and write more about it but right now I have to go to Street Law, wherin Scott will keep up the pretense that he is teaching us Environmental Law, but really we'll spend the whole time talking about goats and catatonic paranoid people and footnotes. Oh, glory me yes. Footnotes and goats. Gotta love em.
Later:
Dammit. I wrote a whole long thing about my weekend and everything and it deleted it. Aw, fuck...I liked that. And I really don't have time to write it again right now. Curses. But I'll try...
Friday:
Went to a homeopathic doctor. I've gone to them before but don't remember it, just the medicine, which comes in little white pellets that melt on your tongue and are sweet but not overly so. Actually palatable...goodness. Anyhow, I went to this office up north and I got sat down in a chair, with the doctor across from me with a laptop, and she says, "Tell me about yourself."
Er...
It was sort of disconcerting. I felt like I was at a psychiatrist...but not to bad, really. I didn't know what to say, so I just talked...I talked about school, and I ended up talking about the whole SPT thing, because I wouldn't make much sense otherwise. Then mum came in and talked about me for a while, things when I was little that I wouldn't remember. Apparently once when I was three or four I hit my head on a table at a buffet where I was eating with my mother, and I cried for a while. And then we ate. And then an old lady who had been sitting nearby came over and said to me, "oh, did you have a booboo and then go waa?" (Or something to that effect.) And I said, "no, I hit my head and then I cried."
Go figure.
Friday night I went to see Van Helsing with some of my favoritest people in the world. It was silly. The movie, I mean. Silly but fun, like The Mummy was....I adored Friar "I can curse all I want...dammit" Carl, and Vlad "I Am Sexy, If Anachronistic" Dracula was funny (Richard Roxburgh, no less). Hugh "My Hair Is Perfect" Jackman and Kate "My Hair Is Perfecter" Beckinsale were also interesting, if not as lovable...hee. The movie raised some interesting questions, though, not the least of which include:
Where did Anna get a curling iron and hair product in 1883 in Wallachia?
How can she breathe in that corset?
Where did she get five-inch stiletto-heeled boots, and how did she run in them, much less stand up without falling?
Why does the werewolf transformation require one to rip off one's clothes, except for a small and accurately placed bit of black cloth resembling swimming trunks? (Didn't help that he looked like he was backstroking up the wall...)
Why did wolf-boy-Gabriel resemble Anubis? He's supposed to be a Christian angel, as far as I could tell, not an Egyptian God.
Anyhow. It was much too terribly fun, and I want to do it again. With those people. You know who you are, and I love you to pieces. (Note to Self: Poke Simon to have party soon. Poke, poke, lurk, lurk.)
Allie and Liz and I took the bus home from downtown at 1 am. That was fun too. Hee.
And I slept, for a little while....
Saturday morning Liz came over and we hung about for a while...and then Allie and Emily and Melissa came and we got ready for prom. Felt sort of silly dressing up, but I have to admit that as riduculous as the whole thing is, I enjoy it rather a lot. Mum curled my hair with the curling iron (so much cooler than rags, and also a brilliant weapon) and everyone looked so loverly... We took pictures outside and looked all fancy, and then Emily's mum drove us to Melting Pot.
Oh, good food. Delicious scrumptious wonderful food, which I would eat all the time but for the expensivity of it...(actually with ten of us it worked out to 20 dollars a person, which isn't bad for fondue). Mmm. Cheese and chocolate and a really good mushroom salad...mmmm. Manna from heaven, or from the kitchen anyhow.
We stopped at Liza's house for makeup and so forth...I love her house. It's beautiful and gorgeous and the staircase is to die for--old and wooden and the sort that needs to be swept down while wearing a gown. Heee. I ought to have been born in a different era...
We drove to the parking lot by the Frye (in Catherine's van, aka The Sexmobile) and then took a schoolbus to prom...which I found amusing and rather suitable, actually.
Smith Tower...Smith Tower....ahh, the beauty. Forty-two stories of wonderful old building. We were at the top, in a room decorated with things from China (apparently Mr. Smith was friends with the Empress?), and there was good food again and funny music and everyone looked so fancy and beautiful and awesome. ("Foxy," as Rachel would say.) And when it got dark, the lights of the city were all out and you could walk all the way around the tower on the outside and it was so pretty out. We danced and we chatted and we watched the hypnotist (so funny. So very very funny...I don't think I've laughed that hard in a long time--Nathan does a mean Michael Jackson...
Hypnotist: What's your name?
Nathan: Michael Jackson.
Hypnotist: You appear to have two beautiful girls on you.
Nathan (looking blearily at Candace and Witney, asleep on his shoulders): It happens.
Hee...oh so funny...)
And it was oddly surreal, having been talked about so much, actually having it happen was...weird. Not really anti-climactic, because it was good, just...weird. But fun. A good party.
Allie and Liz and I nearly took the bus home at 2am, but dad came and got us. Good thing, probably.
Sunday I slept much later than I ought to have done...I tried to work on my thesis but that sort of fell through, so I puttered about and then went to the U District Streetfair for about an hour and talked to the ear-cuff people, and looked at hats. And then I took the bus to school and watched Macbeth. Which was fantastic. So so well done, everyone, I enjoyed it very much. I like good theater. Oh yes.
And then I came home. And slept again.
I know there was more I said. Or wanted to say. But it got deleted, and so this will have to do for now. I have comics class in a few minutes...and I should get some work done. Hee. Productivity...
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Date: 2004-05-18 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-18 10:39 pm (UTC)So are they making a sequel in which he busts out the angel wings? Because I want to see that. . .:)
Prom was fun. Happy.
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Date: 2004-05-20 12:45 am (UTC)