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So posterity may witness the making of the universe's greatest person

12/8/02

    Yesterday was the one of the best days of my life. It started off like a regular Saturday. I got up at the ungodly hour of 6, dressed up, and went to speech. The meet was at Crystal Lake South, which I've always enjoyed, because I get to perform in the auditorium (although I didn't this time). At the meet, I was accidentally dropped, which caused me to be shuttled from room to room (which was VERY annoying), After the rounds, there were improv games (Joel was a stripper (a surprisingly good one) and Sean a Latin pop star in party quirks, and I was a translator in subtitles). Then came awards... I won 5th in OC and 1st (yes, a FIRST) in Prose! I am so amazed! We, as a team, did exceptionally well there (Tenesha got a first, too). *jumps up and does celebratory dance* On the bus home, The back half (excluding Jason, who was asleep, and Tenesha, who did not know the words) we sang Bohemian Rhapsody in its entirety, with Joel providing guitar riffs, and I the lyrics. Then Erin, Joel, Sean and I headed down to the laser quest place and played $10 worth of Dance Dance Revolution. I came home all sweaty, and positively radidating heat, changed quickly, and ushered for the Orchesis. The beginning of the orchesis concert was the best. After the first 20 min... I began to doze. Who can blame me. I had a very long (if super-maximum-chouette) day. I came home to tap all this off with some relaxing Inu-Yasha and, best of all, Cowboy Bebop. It was a pleasing day all around. *smiles 'til it hurts, then smiles some more*

12/9/02

    Well, speaking of intriguing converstions, I just had one involving me (of course), Jo, and our local invalid, Sean. It involved Chem homework, Ethan Frome, showers, and strip poker... I don't think you want to know all the gory details. Your imagination can take it from there.
    DDR time: One of the songs on the DDR machine is a mix of a very catch Doobie Brothers tune, and another is... the song about the witch doctor. You know what I'm talking about: *sings* I told the witch doctor I was in love with you, and then the witch doctor, he told me what to do. He said "Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang wada wada bing bang", and so on and so forth.
    Wild and crazy lifestyles aside (and god know it takes multiple forklifts to put mine aside), let's take a look at my future, with clairvoyant and always lovely madamoiselle Jo:

    (standing) My name is Lava, and I lead a horribe, oversexed lifestyle, complete with lost weekends and wild orgies. (sits down)

    ...On second though, let's not. It's now time to go take a shower (or strip, as Jo says). See you space cowboy.

12/12/02

    I'm so confused. My head hurts. I need a super-extra-fantastically-long hug. From anyone, it doesn't matter. But all my suffering, as little as it is, pales in comparison to the people surrounding me. I wish that... I wish that people were not so complex, that we could communicate clearly, and that wasn't so damned hard! *sigh* Why?
Why does the world have to be complex?
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Why do I have so much homework?
Why can't I feel the way I want to?
Why?

12/13/02

    My entire body was pervaded with the intense, euphoric lightness of fridayness, which culminated into a very interesting note-taking session in Interrelated. I decided to take all my notes in haiku (while the teacher was talking, of course). And now I proudly present: My Interrelated Notes. *curtain rises*

Art for art's sake
Studies in color and light
A new way to paint

Ah, Modernism!
Geometric abstractions
Strange and confusing

Impressionism-
Post. Rejects or builds upon
The core ideas

Romanticism
Codified and internal:
French symbolism

Van Gogh and Gaugin
Do display romantic traits
Intense, passionate!

Cezanne and Seurat
Scientific in painting
Rejected Monet

Lonely outsider
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
France's lower class

12/15/02

    I had the strangest dream last night. It was an epic novel, like War and Peace or Les Miserables, with lots of people's lives interweaving. Just before I woke up, I accidentally saw a pgh a bunch of pages away from where I was, and in it, the married couple were captured by the german submarine and Jude died (I don't know who Jude is, I assume it's a typo, and that's really Judah. I really wanted him to live, though.)
    I found the german station on the radio, which is currently playing chirstmas tunes (in german, of course).

Glenn Quote of the week:
"The church that God sat on is bad ass."

12/15/02

    I'm listening to Bardha... Bartha... um.. classical Indian music at the moment, and it's soothing in the extreme. However, I have to do homework, and soothing is not what I need now. I need something upbeat. Anyway, I shall get back to work. 'Night folks!

12/19/02

    I have no idea how many people read this. The only personwho signs my guestbook is Amanda ('cept for Sheila once or twice). I'm kinda curious. I mean, I've always assumed that only Amanda reads this.
    Jo cannot do her physics, and has decided to lay on my bed. *sings* Yay! Pleansent Valley Sunday!
  &nbps Weird! I just realized that Jo's bedspread is green and mine is red. We're all decked out for christmas. Jo made a ballerina while I was working on my ceramics project. Now I must do internet hw...

12/20/02

    It certainly doesn't feel like Christmas is only 5 days away. Everyone is downstairs, trimming the tree, and I am going to bed. Burl Ives: There is no place like home for the holidays.

12/21/02

    One Thousand Eight Hundred and Twenty Five: Another number that has abolutely no meaning to me.
    Happy Jack wasn't tall but he wasn't fat.He lived in the sand in the Isle of Mack.
    Chocolat Suchard: C'est le meilleur. En vent ici.
    Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
    A Night At The Opera (I highly this movie)
    The Santa Clause 2 (I do not recommend this at all. It was painful to watch.)

12/22/02

    The mind is a tricky organ. Or perhaps I'm being indecisive. I'm so confused! First, my mind tells me I want one thing, then another. I hate being confused. And lost. And indecisive. It's like taking a bath in lukewarm water: It's neither warm enough to be comfortable, nor cold enough to be refreshing, and you always come out of the bath still feeling yucky.
    Jo left for San Francisco this morning, and I don't know whether to rejoice or cry. However this does mean that for almost two weeks, I can sleep in my own bed. I woke up at 6:45 to say goodbye, and I could not sleep, mainly because another problem kept clamoring for my attention, and I could not push it away (and I triend my hardest to do so). I finally did get to sleep, and now it's 1:30. I've been up for about 1/2 hour, and it feels so good to sleep in for so long. I feel truly rested.

12/22/02

    It is barely nine and I am tired. I guess all those sleepless nights are carching up to me. Goodnight, all.

12/24/02

    Christmas Eve comes but once a year. It is a beautiful time, filled with visions of millions of toys for millions of greedy little tots (and big tots, and non-tots, too).
    We have a houseguest this week, and Adith's bunking with me for a while. We have fun when we get together, especially when it's late at night, and we should be sleeping. It's more fun to stay up past bedtime and play. He's my best friend (when he's not hungry or grumpy).
    Combine the the forceful exiliration of Ode To Joy with the soaring melody of Pachabel's Canon, the utterly twitchable beat of techno (I don't dance, I twitch to the music), and the supreme thrill of jazz at it's most improvisational, and you get... Complete Euphoria. The kind you only acheive when you've acheived a lifelong goal, or you're in love. Either way, I've only caught a glimpse of the feeling, when I won my 1st place. At the moment, I have contentment. I am peaceful, calm, at rest, and in the present moment. What more can I ask for?

12/24/02

    Merry Christmas, people! I got lots of very cool stuff from Santa, like mittens and hats and a Tom Petty cd. But my favorite gift is a collection of Dorothy Parker poems! I was flipping through it, and I found a particularly appropriate poem called:

Prayer For A New Mother

The things she knew, let her forget again-
The voices in the sky, the fear, the cold,
The gaping shephards, and the queer old men
Piling their clumsy gifts of foreign gold.

Let her have laughter with ther little one;
Teach her the endless, tuneless songs to sing;
Grant her the right to whisper to her son
The foolishnames one dare not call a king.

Keep from her dreams the rumble of a crowd,
The smell of rough-cut wood, the trail of red,
The thick and chilly whiteness of the shroud
That wraps the strange new body of the dead.

Ah, let her go, kind Lord, where mothers go
And boast his pretty words and ways, and plan
The proud and happy years that they shall know
Together, when her son is grown a man.

    Now I'm off to trek through the wild Antarctic with my (semi)trusty sister. Wish me luck. I may not make it back alive.

12/28/02

    I began updating yesterday, and then had to rush to the doctors (triple ugh!), where I waited for 30 monutes because a piece of machinery was broken. Anyway, Thursday I had a very fun time shopping (of all things! I hate shopping, ususally..) with my friends. Afterwards, we watched Cowboy Bebop and I learned how to play Fatal Frame (a creepy game, but good, natheless). Oh, and I ate X-mas leftovers (see what you missed, Amanda? You could have had microwaved leftover lasagna!)
    Now I'm off to watch Shrek with Tra. *sings* Everybody watch Shrek tonight!

12/29/02

    There is a certain fascination to standing at the edge of a black and endless pit. Should one step in and discover the unknown or stay back?
    What if... what if the one thing you never expected to happen, something you expected, perhaps, so far in the future that it didn't matter, did? Would you feel overwhelmed, confused, surprised, pleased? Scared. Definitely scared, and perhaps topsy turvy, as if the world just flipped on its head.
    Hands are quite possibly the most beautiful part of the body. Not only are they beautiful in itself, but the things they create, the emotions they create, are truly amazing.
    Upon rereading this, it would seem to many that I am raving, or possibly under some mind-altering substance. Let me assure you that it is neither. The three paragraphs are linked very strongly. They have to do with the same thing. If I have any luck, only I will know what it is.

12/30/02

    Have you ever had oneof those days where you feel completely horrible? I'm having one right now. I know nobody wants to know the things that have been going wrong, but I'm listing them anyway, because it's my pageI'll do as I please with it. Feel free to skip the list. In fact, I encourage it.

  1. My DDR pad broke the first time I used it.
  2. I woke up at 3 this morning, and ended up watching a horrible domestic drama from the fifties.
  3. My throat is sore.
  4. Appa's not going to be here for New Years. Again.
  5. I have spent 2 1/2 hours staring at a computer screen, registering for the SAT's and ACT's.
  6. Amanda is busy for New Years
  7. She also felt left out when Sean and I were talking about anime. (It's not your fault at all, Amanda. I've just realized what a bad friend I'm being.)
  8. I can't reach Tenesha by phone, and I don't have her email.
  9. Sheila's having Kyle trouble again.
  10. One of the posters fell of the wall.
  11. I have a very troubled concious, for reasons very complex.
  12. The rest of the family has been nothing but cranky all day.
  13. It's Monday

&nbps   Well, that's quite a list. What I have to look forward to for the rest of the day: Painting the basement and doing homework. Gee, what fun. Ihope you are having a better day/week/month/year than I'm having.

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