And I wonder as I lay here, in this sleepless field of dreams..

HELLO!

Somehow you've stumbled upon my blog, scraping the ends of the internet for something interesting.

Instead you found this.
I hope I don't put you to sleep.


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12x optical zoom?
Mar 23, 2007 || 5:41 PM || comment?

It's been a long time, hasn't it? A week, maybe? =P Well anyways, as everyone knows, I got my haircut, and everyone's been telling me how nice it looks. Compliments are always nice. ((: GEE testing is done, and I never have to take another one! It was so easy this year, I felt. I'm just so ready for next year to come, because I'll be taking meaningful classes towards my major, Pharmacy. I'm not sure why, but I feel pretty sure that I want to be a pharmacist. It's a good use of my skills in math and science, and it doesn't involve shots of any kind. :D Yay for me.

Another thing (or two) that makes March so great is the LSU Math tournament, which is actually tomorrow, and State Math Convention, which is next Wednesday-Friday. So sure, choosing to spend my days with math, crazy, right? It's SO much fun. You get to meet all kinds of people; it's crazy how many people there are who willingly chose to spend their days doing math. This year was a really good year for math club. We accomplished a lot, such as tutoring students, and we even hosted our own tournament and fundraiser! The tournament was for elementary kids, but we still pulled in a lot of many. For pi day (March 14th, 3/14 =P), we sold around 314 McDonald's pies, which they donated. And even though I didn't win the prize (a freakin' TI-89 graphing calculator) it was a lot of fun.

Wake-up calls don't have to be in the morning. They can actually be at 9.00 PM, and (hopefully) solve conflicts, or anything that needs to be said. It was actually kind of scary.

I'm ready to drive. I'd like to not be so dependent on my dad/mom/whoever. I'm taking driver's ed (I know, kinda late huh?) which is going slowly, but at least it's already mid-six weeks.

So, a brief update for anyone reads. Hope you enjoyed.

a room with a view
Mar 12, 2007 || 8:41 PM || comment?

She often found herself wondering, "Who would ever think to pour boiling water over such leafy things?" while she did same. Of course, she would never find her answer, if finding the answer meant finding the person who first poured boiling water over leafy things, because there were so many different ways to pour said boiled water. She would also try other strategies, such as pulling leafy things from her own yard and making her own concoctions. This led to inevitable discomfort as she tried various flavors such as brewed grass, steeped maple leaves, and even well-blended rose thorns. She quickly rejected this theory after accidentally mixing an innocent pill bug in the mix, which made for quite a crunch. Her misguided plight led to a headache, which resulted in her letting the professionals take care of finding what exactly would taste well under boiled water. One intoxicating sip after another, and the warm swills of chamomile were enough to put the woman to sleep. Even if she was standing at the counter, she fell, crashing terrible on the tile floor, where she did not wake until her feline friend decided that her hair was his next chew toy.


I sometimes feel like I'm sitting in my head, in a comfy chair, watching my life pass by, like I'm in some room with a great window watching over the life occuring below. It's interesting to see how easily...I can't find the word...changeable? I can be. I haven't talked to them for probably a month or so, and then one day they call, and I'm spending the rest of the day with them, staying the weekend with them, its like..."whoa? How'd I get here?" For some reason, I just couldn't say /no/. Not because I was like, should I or shouldn't I? I simply never considered the No, it was an automatic, Sure, why not? I enjoy helping her, I'm tutoring her in Math, and I like spending time, but it's so awkward. She's a year younger than me, which means she shouldn't be too different, right? I don't know. I can't say wrong, but it certainly isn't Right. There are several things that you think of someone, and I...well, I just can't think of what is what, it's just too much to post here. I just know, and I'm sorry to say, but I'll be relieved when I've moved away for college, and not be in reaching distance. She's my friend, but it's just too awkward for me. When I'm there it's like, "I'm so glad you're over here, because when you're here, she just gets motivated." And I feel like there's some obligation to her....They always say I'm like family, but her and her mom, I love them very much, but I don't feel the same....Oh, we've known each other for 8, 9 who cares how many years, but people change, she changed, I changed. I don't know. If anything ever happens like what happened last time, I don't think it'll go past 10 years.
I need to get moving in my life. Next year = senior year, and I'm definitely ready.


ps. such oxymoron-ness...

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So, I really need to get going with this.
Mar 5, 2007 || 9:21 PM || comment?

So, today is March 5 and I've got 9 days to fax something, and then 25 more to write a lot of stuff. I thought I could do it (I probably still can!) but I realize now more than ever my lack of self-discipline. It's amazing. I also can't seem to get past the problem that I need three people to sorta be like recommendation people. These three people have to be a mentor, a teacher, and a professional in the field. I chose literature to be what my portfolio was about, so I'm wondering if that makes an author a valid professional. I don't personally know any authors, but I do know an author-to-be, so that just makes her a writer for the time being. So I thought to myself, well hey, I know exactly who I'll chose, but these people have to actually fit the criteria. I only know teachers, but my creative writing teacher is a writer/author-to-be, my English teacher would fill the teacher portion, and my French teacher would be my mentor. She's Canadian, so she's fluent in both English and French, and I've known her for three years now. On the guidelines/rules it says they can't be three teachers though, so that leaves me in a rut. I'm not sure what to do, because if I put down that for what they are and they find out, hey these are just three of her teachers, that could potentially disqualify me and any chance.

Bleh. But Jason Mraz is always bringing up my spirits. ((: