The PRC

Wow... for the last IMO, the Chinese math team got perfect scores... I think they got perfect scores a lot...

Arrgh- we're doing the AMC10 on the 6th... There are 30 people in 9th and 10th grade taking it and 30 people in 11th and 12th grade taking the AMC12.
This will be interesting.
We get to "skip" our 6th and 7th period classes. I'm really excited about that because I like missing a class every now and then. It's not like I learn anything IN class...
These days, when I'm bored, I will sometimes draw things or write things with the drawing utensil in my graphing calculator. I have written "Wo3 <3 Zhong1 Guo2" (with Chinese characters except for the heart- I was too lazy to write Ai4) twice already because I accidentally graphed something the first time and then had to erase it which erased the whole graph.
That was really random.

LOL

I started out Googling Lorenzo de Medici.
Amazingly, I got to this website, and found this story (it's a few pages long- you have to click on the links at the bottom to go on until the epilogue):
http://www.alltooflat.com/pranks/cube/

I thought I'd die of laughter.

Here's Diana's new Myspace home page:

don't you hate being an atheist?

-there is no point in life
-we moan about things that don't matter
-there is nothing after death
-death is inevitable but there is nothing we can do about it
-i'm writing this sepulchral post
-you don't know what to answer when your English teacher asks about stuff like, "How was Simon like Christ in the bible?" -.-
-and "Who was Beelzebub?"
If you care, Simon was like Christ because they both spoke with the devil and tried to tell everyone the truth but was killed. Beelzebub is often regarded to actually be the Devil...
-well, i don't think i care

"What would your mother say?"

http://www.addictingclips.com/Content.aspx?key=97DBA08806171653&refCode=&brand=ag
William found this page when we were at the invitational and he went to AddictingGames.com. It is hilarious.

ugggggggggh...

I am soooo TIRED of homework...
Especially history and history and history.
I miss doing normal homework.
And only worrying about normal homework.

Yesterday, at the invitational, I noticed that certain parts of Mr. Friedlander's room had changed. Meaning we have new groups now. I have never heard of these two people who are now going to sit near me. It sounds scary. It's "the point" of the whole group thing, but I think it's stupid.
Also, yesterday, some girl wanted to be William's mom (I don't remember or want to know why), so I was like, "So you're a dog?" because William is the "family dog"... Michael dubbed our family even more disfunctional than his. He doesn't know how many daughters he has, though, and refused a girls when they asked if they could be his daughters. It was really weird.

Yes, I'm procrastinating.

I think my MVC is done with his history project or almost near done.
I feel so isolated today, especially compared to my interesting Saturday.
Computer models have long predicted that warming of the oceans and "freshening" of the seas with water from melting glaciers and increased precipitation -- all linked to warming of the Earth by greenhouse gasses -- could slow down the currents. But scientists did not expect to see such changes so soon and I don't care.
Well yeah I do...
But I don't want to write a current event on it.
The whole subject is so awkward. "People realizing they destroyed the planet but are only complaining about it because then they'll make more money..."
Terrence Joyce neds to be blown up. "But he remains unconvinced that the new changes are caused by global warming. 'I think the case still remains open,' he said."
Huh. "...the North Atlantic has less salinity than in past decades."
Yeah, I'm reading this and typing as I go along. I'm that bored.
"In June, ..."
So the whole thing described how the currents are slowing down but it's too early to tell for sure.
Great. I have to put that in a page of writing.
Wonderful.

surprises

Yesterday, I was calling Alice, and found out that my 8th grade U.S. History teacher started smoking again. She is quite corpulent and I could've sworn she said she quit... Just a random comment, you know?
She had these weird binder checks that Maia was never ready for because they would always use the last minutes to scavenge for all the papers. Now, every time a teacher says "binder", Maia flinches.
For me, every time I see anything to do with the War of 1812 or earlier in U.S. History, I am traumatized...
And I can possibly take Apush in junior year... The HORROR...

Chiles High School Invitational

It was today. I volunteered for approximately 8 hours. It was insane.
I had to proctor the Algebra I people for the first session. They were quite loud... Diana was in the next room (my English teacher's room) and Shuyao was proctoring on the other side (which was my Spanish teacher's room) and I was in the middle, in some random Dual Enrollment English class that looked like AP Lit.
For the second session, no one wanted to go in my room until the last minute, when FINALLY, the main group of Deerlake geometry people came. Marshall was like, "It's my cousin." and they came in. In no time, I had as many people as tests- 25. Unfortunately for me, there was door between Diana's room and my room, and their pencil sharpener had problems (Diana later told me to tell my English teacher to get a new pencil sharpener...) and so random people came into my room to sharpen pencils. Then, more random people came in. I had to make sure I had 25 people quite a few times. Plus, they kept walking around... Yige, Lisa, Catherine, Vickie, Joseph, and some other Chinese girl were all in my room. It was awwwwwesome. They were really good (angelic, compared to my first session...). Someone asked for scratch paper, and I was like, "only if you desperately need it" and they all desperately needed paper. Before, our MAO president had told us not to give out paper because it was expensive. I said, "the papers aren't double-sided and you could rip off the cover..." so Marshall said, "what if I like the cover?". More people wanted paper, so I took it out of my box. To my astonishment, I had around 50 pieces of paper. Handing out paper was interesting. Random people wanted more than one, and then this Lincoln kid couldn't decide whether he wanted 2 or 3, and this kid with a Wisconsin sweater said he didn't want one but I forced one of him since Wisconsin is awesome. It even had Bucky on it. Then, I had ONE PAPER LEFT so I held it up and said, "I have one more paper left...", turned around to walk back, and suddenly, almost half the room raised their hands for the paper. I had no idea who to give it to, so Marshall said "I'm your cousin!" so I gave it to him. Then, this Deerlake kid thought that was unfair. LOL! The rule-reading was weird because they said stuff like, you can only have your calculator, answer sheet, packet, and a pencil on your desk, but calculators are NOT allowed except for Stats... Both sessions were sooo boring... For the second one, I stared at everyone more because the room was so full. PARtially through the test, Yige dropped one of his scratch papers, and I had to go pick it up so he wouldn't have an opportunity to cheat. Then, this Deerlake kid diagonally to the right of him(same one who thought it was unfair that I gave the last paper to my cousin even though everyone already had at least one) dropped his test packet about 20 minutes later. He picked it up too quickly for me to walk over there, though. Throughout the hour, random Deerlake Chinese kids would look up at the time. That was interesting. And then, random people who look at me like they expected me to turn into a rabbit for them or something. After everyone was done, Marshall obtained the maximum possible number of pencils. I let him take the one that belonged to the school that was in the box, and poor Diana was like, "It's the schools!!!". But Chiles is so rich... Then, we had free lunch because of our awesome haleconia-colored t-shirts. I stole Diana's sweater and William and I ran around for a while (William ended up walking) until we hid behind the brick poles and Diana came to get it back, which made her say she that wasn't talking to us on Monday even though she is. After Diana and almost everyone else who we'd seen left, William and I hung out for a while in Mr. Friedlander and Mr. Goldstein's rooms. William finally sent Jack the picture of all the food. He pretended to be the food god. It was interesting. Then, off to the awards ceremony... We kind of stood in this small-ish group of Chiles people, but when the PPT presentation started, I went and sat in front of Marshall, who was on the left of Yige, who was on the left of Joseph. Joseph was funny. To get my attention, he said, "Hey, Marshall's cousin!". Yige surprisingly knew my name very well. That was kind of scary. Marshall didn't call me anything. If he wanted to say something to me, he either looked at me, or, since most of the time I was facing the other way, he would lean over and I basically had to realize that he was talking to me because his voice got closer. PARtially though the PPT presentation, the music abruptly stopped, and after that, it was chaos. The results wouldn't come because they were having technical problems, so all this weird stuff happened. Some guy opened Notepad and wrote messages (with really bad typing) to everyone while there was a small Rubik's Cube-off (during which Joseph and Yige tried to get Marshall to go up...) and the FU people spoke about their Nu Alpha Theta and their ugly blue and orange shirts. Ann and Lila did the worm before that. Michael and William spent much of the awards ceremony playing Tic-Tac-Toe with a DS Lite. My cousin was the only Deerlake person who placed in Geometry, with something like 12th place. When they got to Alpha Open, more people were missing and so they all "volunteered" to go up for people. No one did, but after most of the commotion, Marshall said, "I wanna be a girl." I fearfully turned around to him and Yige was chuckling.
The trophies were odd. As soon as I looked up at the tables, I expected to see shiny, beautiful gold-colored things. Instead, they were tiny, 5-inch tall pieces of hard substance with a circular part that could spin. Many Chinese guys were amused by the thing that spun after they received it. It was insane. A lot of CHS officers were mad because our sponsor had ordered them, and never told them about it. Those things were tiny. The sweepstakes awards were little rectangular pieces of ugly glass. The team trophies were hideous...
Vestavia Hills dominated the competition, obviously. All these preppy-looking people did amazingly.
What a long day... So many little things happened. I guess it was kind of fun, but not as good as I wished. A lot of people left right after lunch with the free food, and Jack, Par, and much to the dismay of a few Deerlake Asians, David, didn't go because they had already planned to procrastinate with the history fair by using the last weekend (it's due next Tuesday) to complete it. William procrastinated even more. He purposefully stayed for the awards ceremony so that he wouldn't have to work on it for a longer amount of time. I guess I was the only non-officer, non-sponsor, non-allumnae (I don't remember how many L's it has...) who didn't have copious amounts of homework, tennis, or dates. HAH- dates... That brings me to my VP... He actually asked me "how did our school do"... The older students WROTE THE TESTS... Wow...
I think that's enough for now.
I've successfully procrastinated with my history homework that I should've finished today.) (one-eyed smiley)

That Could Be a Theorem

I guess you could say that -g=infinity.
That's how large it is.
As my little brother would say, "that could be a theorem".

We have to search for vocab words for our book for English, but the thing is, she often gives us the word list AFTER we finish reading the chapter. It's so annoying. We had a quiz on Chapter 9-10 today and we just got the Ch. 6-11 vocabulary words. It annoys me so much, since learning the words isn't really searching for them. It's so tedious and stupid. And I can't find "crestfallen". Why in the world is "crestfallen" one of our vocab words? It's so easy... So is "glowered" and "rebuke" and "clamor" and "mutinously" and "impervious" and "corpulent" and "sauntered" and "luminous" and "myopia" and "sniveling" and "quavered" and "parried" and "talisman". They seriously need to be taken OFF the list. There's one word I didn't know on the entire worksheet and that's "leviathan" because I wouldn't know. It's a giant sea creature in the Bible. Not the Gator-fil-A bible, either.

Time To Say Goodbye

The first time I ever heard it was on TV and Andrea Bocelli singing it... My mom said it was really famous and I loved it. Then, David's mom gave me these Richard Clayderman CDs that have him playing the piano with a quiet orchestra in the background because he plays transcripted songs and stuff... I guess. And it was there...

A Guide to the Constant "g"

"g" is a constant and the value for the number of girls who are obsessed with my VP. (My VP is a guy, if you didn't notice. A Korean guy...)
"g" is a constant because the number is so large that it cannot get larger, so it is always the same.
It IS getting larger, though.
When one has a horizontal or vertical asymptote in a graph, the line will CROSS the asymptotes at "g".
That is how large it is.
Another way to look at it is this: Diana's height is "1/g".
g>a sideways 8
I'm scared... Because me and this other kid at our school are his "younger siblings". There is this sophomore who now wishes he were an Asian guy because then he'd "get all the girls". LOL!

Even FLVS hates me :(

Here- I can prove it (At least I got a hundred- you can see it in the picture)(:

It's almost the 100th Day of School!

I remember 1st grade when I first heard of the 100th Day of School. Someone who I still remember made a "100" with a hundred Legos. I don't think it was exactly 100 Legos, though. I think it was more. I brought more than 100 beads because I had a ziploc bag with different plastic beads. I stil have them.
Later in 1st grade, we used large pieces of paper so someone could trace us. Then, we used a measuring tape to find out how long, tall, we were. I stretched the end of the "tape" to the longer foot, so the number came innacurately to 52 inches, which is 4'4". Then, this guy got really mad because he knew he was minimally taller than me but I had a larger number since the teacher wrote all our heights (in inches) on the board.
I have too many stories of my childhood to write in one post.
Another time in 1st grade, we had "show-and-tell" and one day, I finally brought something. It was either my Winnie-the-Pooh book or my jade necklace. I don't know why I can't remember. Anyways, the whole class was like, "Kejing! What is it??" because I wouldn't say what I brought, so after what seemed like 10 minutes, this short little guy offered me a marker if I told them what it was. I got an orange marker from him. I think we still have that marker... If we do, I know for a fact that it still works. All these years, I've randomly seen it throughout the house and it has worked perfectly. It obviously wasn't a Crayola marker. Possibly Roseart, but maybe not.

wow my right arm feels normal

Today, I thought we weren't going to go play tennis, but then, my VP called me saying that Diana wouldn't answer her cell phone so I called her a few hundred times. She wouldn't answer, so I told my VP that sorry- I couldn't get through to her. Then, I called her again and she PICKED UP THE PHONE! but she was too busy with the history fair... And THEN, she called our VP to say that she couldn't go, but then the VP called me to ask, are YOU at least going? So I asked my parents and then I called him back saying I was going but we weren't leaving right away and then he said "as long as you're going", which was interesting... Later, the MVC of 2006 didn't want to be called a grandmother by the VP so he decided that he was a grandfather. The VP asked me, who is the grandmother? And I said, "I wouldn't know!". The MVC of 2006 said, "There doesn't need to be a grandmother." Yeah. It was scary. The VP gave me a few tips, so PARtially thanks to him, my arm isn't tight from playing. Yay! :) I actually hit the ball more today. I was so proud. I want to get a lot better, but the next Saturday late afternoon I'm free is 2/3/07 and the next time Diana's also free is 2/17/07.
I still haven't done the oral assessment for history... I'm probably going to do more later assignments and then submit them after the oral assessment since you aren't allowed to submit assignments out of order.
I memorized my Poetry Out Loud poem, but it's a bit dodgy since I don't know it perfectly. I should practice more. I should be ready in time for Monday, though! I'm terrible at public speaking.

procrastinating

I'm so behind on all this homework that I haven't started yet... It feels so overwhelming... I have to call my teacher for an assignment. This sucks. Oh well... It'll be over after April... Why am I even blogging right now? I'm too bored. This is such a boring post. Sorry. Well, I did upload two whole pictures today. I thought they were pretty weird. Especially the one in which I got 100%'s on my assignments. Okay, time for more history. At least it's multiple choice questions this time. It's my favorite. The next one is the oral assessment... Ugh.

I finally feel special

because I can do this (meaning get hundreds on assignments that I never did since I switched classes).
Just ignore the 98%'s......

What do you do when

no one cares about YOUR problems because
1. they are too busy complaining about their own
2. they think that you can fix anything because you're "perfect like that"
3. the problems you're having make everyone else happier
4. they just don't care...
And to make matters infinitely worse,
those problems can't exactly be fixed and no one feels like TRYING the least bit to fix them. Someone just hands you a tissue so you won't cry onto the carpet. And then you have to make sure you tears have gone before the next class starts so no one says, "Why are you crying?" in front of the whole class.
So all you can really do is...
pretend it won't affect you even though you can't stop sobbing for more than a few hours?

Think about it.
And I hope it never happens to you
because I certainly can't say:
It never happened to me.

sorry.....

I don't have time to write a novel...
Well, basically, I did 50% of the problems incorrectly...
And we beat the 2nd place team by 2 points. And the 2nd place team beat the 3rd place team by 2 points. Yup. We were pretty lucky.
Ryan got 5th and William got 6th, I think. Something like that. Diana got 11th by one point yet again, and I didn't do anything special except drag down our team score so we only beat Buchholz team one for team round by about 8 points. -.-
I feel pretty bad.............
YES! I just checked my World History grade and I got a 100% on my five paragraph essay!
I'm off to do more history and worry about my pathetic cummulative (oh no-I can't even spell) GPA...
My "little brother" wrote this about his camping trip(Sunday-Monday):
"yo shorty-
i just went camping with luke and his family, and my family. i got hit in the eye by a tree branch while chopping firewood. i also fell into a river. it was deep and cold and wet. luke and i found a bunch of dead trees and started pulling them over, and i threw one's branch at a nearby tree, and the tree almost landed on me. that was fun. there was no food left over. i don't really have much homework. my metabolism owns yours"

william is my homie

Definition of "homie" from a very special page of Dictionary.com: Slang. a close friend or fellow gang member.

HUNDRETH POST

I made it! I'm alive! I can't believe it! I don't know why I care! LOL!

Buchholz Regional... Haven't talked about that much. I'm going to find time tomorrow (if I can) to write a long novel about it, but if I do that for every competition, I'll end up with about 30 novels by the end of high school. Awesome.
For now, I'll just say that I did half the problems incorrectly and managed to pass by with enough so my team didn't kill me. It was not a good day for me. Even during the team round, I did half my work correctly........or less.....

Also, today, I talked to my piano teacher and I told her that I'd have to give up the Howard Wilson Piano Contest for the OWC Regional, and a few other future piano competitions. I feel horrible because piano is "secondary" now, but if I don't want to bring down my team, I'll have to focus on MAO. I love piano more than many things in this world, and it is actually my life's dream to own a grand piano and put it in a great room one day, but I have to love math now, too.

i don't think i've ever had more work

violin practice, piano practice, i know i'm not using caps- i feel horrible today, math packet, math practice, read for English, go to someone's house for English taping, stupid project for English, vocabulary for English, Poetry Out Loud for English(GRRRR English sucks right now), obtaining a binder that i don't hate somehow-not really possible..., wordsearch for life management skills(LMS), entire chapter 20 outline for science, current event for science, history assignments- about 10 hours worth of STUFF, letter for friend who is making a time capsule for her english class that she'll open when she graduates......................................
and of course- more worrying about my barely-mediocre GPA.

12 hours... 12 hours... 12 hours...

No, I did not see "The Ring".
But yeah, um... 12 hours and 6 more minutes until all the "sane" Mu Alpha Theta people will be standing in front of the school by the flagpole. Great. I'm not ready. I should be cramming math... I really should...
I have an abominable amount of homework this weekend. I thought the teachers weren't going to give us as much because I barely had any work during the week. Then, they abruptly piled up a whole lot onto us. I see no point. Sometimes, they give less homework on "game" nights. No one seems to know about the math competition. It is invisible to everyone except us, the people wearing the haleconia-colored t-shirts tomorrow.
We got our 1st semester report cards today. I have a cummulative GPA of 4.13 because I took Algebra, Geometry, and Spanish 1 in middle school. Everyone else has 4.4's, 4.5's, and 4.6's because they went to Deerlake. HAH- no one cares about my low little grade point average that Jack(real name is John Marshall Jia Alexander Findley Zheng Pace) described to me as "almost as short as you"... I always feel like this school is out to get me. I do the best I can and currently have eight classes, but is that enough? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It's 0.3 or more off! I must magically conjure six AP classes from out of nothing to balance my screwed up GPA. And it's bad enough that my weighted GPA for the first semester alone is only 4.25. I'm taking honors History online but have Orchestra, so the only thing those classes is going to do (if I get A's) is that they will raise my GPA that tiny little bit since I have Orchestra for one semester. But it's a year-long class. I have no idea. What if they calculate this as a full credit but give me 1/2 a credit? ARGGGHHHH!! THERE'S SO MANY PROBLEMS!!!
13 hours... 13 hours... 13 hours until I am doomed even further (which is quite outstanding, considering how I feel NOW)...

I'm hungry!!!!!

I told Diana that I'd write a really long post here about something but I completely forgot what it was. Oops. My [brain] lobes aren't functioning correctly.
So... Two days until we all get up before 5:30am to go to Buchholz High School and get creamed, obliterated, assassinated, destroyed, discontinued... (except two thirds of the golf club- Diana's too tiny to count).
I asked June what kind of grenade he wanted us to use to blow him up. He paused for about two seconds and said, "Do you have a nuke?"
I'll have to check.
When we did some team practice today, the only way we started was when I told the golf club people that I had started the timer (on my watch). We didn't finish a single problem. We completely gave up on the 2nd problem before we'd even started. Diana's the team captain, but the problem is, the other two golf people don't listen to her very much. And Par spent a large portion of the time saying that people who are Athiests are bad. Then, Birdie got into a little speech about how he believes in reincarnation simply because he doesn't want to die and rot in the ground. I should've given the choice of cremation... See how slow I am?

Chinese citizens can't work for the NSA, can they?

I think I might possibly have accidentally clicked that button that notifies "Blogger of objectionable content". Whatever that is. What, I like my grenades. This is(n't) helping whoever will end up reading over my posts. They can find my name on the internet, too... If you're wondering, I still haven't finished that history assignment. I have one more religion and 5 or more pictures to go. Yup. More work.
My lil bro is getting more and more annoying. He is learning how very quickly since it's so easy to annoy Diana. He is mean to the Badgers because his big sis(me) supports them profusely.
He also religiously brings two "Yoohoo" "juice" boxes every day to lunch and drinks one before he eats and one after he eats. It's insane.
I still have to write letters back to Arezu and Connie. Connie gave me one of my two "Christmas" cards this year, and Arezu gave me my only "Thank you" card. I feel special.
I know this is really off topic (not that there is a topic now) (oh now there is one), but I don't know why there are two "Shift" keys. If you use both like you're supposed to, it takes up more time for your brain to decide on which hand does what. I always just used the left one. When I learned to type, I would capitalize the UOP buttons more, and it just feels so weird now to type like thiS iT iS So SloW. (I was capitalizing the left hand keys...) If you have one you only have to worry about one. It doesn't take very long to CAPITALIZE WITH YOUR LEFT PINKY DOWN.
Plus, you could use that spare area where the right "Shift" key is for "Detonate" or something equally as convenient. It would be too close to your home row, though. I don't know.

I'm nervous already

for the Buchholz Regional.
I'm not ready.
I have to do stupid history homework.
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...................................
I can't believe I'm so slow.
And we have school tomorrow.
AGAIN!
This looks like a poem.
Or the format of one...
Okay...
Not good.
I'm not even a fifth of the way through the assignment.
I have to finish it though.
It's almost 9:00pm!
ARGH
Why am I complaining?
I should be "working dilligently" right now
but it's SO BORING!!!
A MI NO ME GUSTA LOS PROYECTOS!
Blah.
Blahblahblah.
Par's email won't work.
Ugh.
I'm so frustrated.
Okay.
Time to do work
again.

Today I procrastinated when I

-realized I didn't know 99% of the functions of my new graphing calculator but didn't care
-waited until around 1:00pm to actually write my essay
-read the next assignment and knew I could finish it today
-realized that it isn't a good idea to cram in 13 Shakespeare lines.
-found out I have three weeks to memorize and perfect my Chopin Etude even though I'm still in the process of perfecting the notes
-decided not the charge my mp3 player
-didn't exercise much this weekend. There are no places to bike...
-waited until now to post on this blog. Not so I could write this, either. I think I just forgot about it.

5 paragraph essay

I have to write one. I was supposed to do it today, but I kind of slacked off and only did one assignment...
I got a TI-84 Plus Silver Edition! My first graphing calculator ever. I'm pretty late by Tallahassee standards. Everyone else got theirs in middle school... I don't see why you'd need on in Algebra I or Geometry, though.
I almost want to go back to school because weekends are so boring. At least I'd get to see my friends AND do homework. But I'll have lots more homework with school.
I found a poem for Poetry Out Loud. I don't know if my English teacher will let me chose it. It's not very long, but I didn't think length was a factor for how she's grading us. I haven't finished memorizing Shakespeare, though. I've only memorized about four lines... Yes, I'm procrastinating. I get it from my old younger bro.
Here's the poem. It makes me really sad:

Ways of Talking

BY HA JIN
We used to like talking about grief
Our journals and letters were packed
with losses, complaints, and sorrows.
Even if there was no grief
we wouldn’t stop lamenting
as though longing for the charm
of a distressed face.

Then we couldn’t help expressing grief
So many things descended without warning:
labor wasted, loves lost, houses gone,
marriages broken, friends estranged,
ambitions worn away by immediate needs.
Words lined up in our throats
for a good whining.
Grief seemed like an endless river—
the only immortal flow of life.

After losing a land and then giving up a tongue,
we stopped talking of grief
Smiles began to brighten our faces.
We laugh a lot, at our own mess.
Things become beautiful,
even hailstones in the strawberry fields.

I'm slower than before not that it's possible...

I mean, you can only get so infinitely stupid.
So- about that R&J scene... I read it carefully and Lord Capulet hasn't found out that Juliet doesn't want to marry Paris. Oops. So I won't be yelling. I will be speaking in Old English, saying, "I know my nephew died but my daughter sure is crying a lot." Except with 13 lines.

III.v.130-142
When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
But for the sunset of my brother's son
It rains downright.
How now! A conduit, girl? What, still in tears?
Evermore showering? In one little body
Thou conterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
Without a sudden calm, will overset
Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
Have you deliver'd to her our decree?

I say I have too much work.

The "to do" list is far too long to type here.
In English, we're reading The Lord of the Flies. It is so weird. There are no girls in it.
I "get to" play Capulet for a few minutes. I have to memorize at least 12 lines. I must also yell at Juliet. In the beginning of that scene, it is the "no, it's a nightingale" and "no, it's a lark" scene. That's the one my friend and the drafted drug lord are doing together. She gets to tell him that she wants him to stay longer.
If you haven't noticed yet, I'm talking about "Romeo & Juliet".
Off to do homework...

i realize i'm "triple-posting" today

I also realize that my grades are pretty low for 2nd quarter because I slacked off, but oh well.
In Science today, someone very annoying found out that I'm an Atheist. He said, "So you don't believe in God?" in a VERY shocked voice. His eyes opened up and he just started at me for a few seconds. Then, Megan was like, "Yeah, that's what Atheist means." and she was really nice and defended me. The guy was like, "Why don't you believe in GOD?" and then turned around again for a while. I think I ruined his life for a brief moment. I guess it's unfathomable for him. If I did, I would find it hard to imagine, too. I live the life of the cold, hard truth.
Off to practice the violin for the first time in... I forgot when I last really practiced violin. Oh no.

Algebra II Honors 2nd Quarter OASIS Grades- Mr. Sparrazza

HW finished 7:47pm

It's fascinating because I think I was near "efficient" today. I won't finish my FLVS homework until April, though.
I will be in Gifted after about six weeks because of the whole "process" but I'm in Mr. F's class for 2nd period (along with Jack :) even if they don't let me switch classes. Mr. S will get my grade for each quarter if that is the case. I finished our "packet" (three assignments due next Thursday) today because during winter break I did all the independent study homework which was almost all the textbook homework. And I did most of the "Factoring" worksheet at school.
I'm so excited! Orchestra starts tomorrow! I must go and practice bowing... I think I forgot how >.<

two DOUBLE-OH-SEVEN!

I lived in England. "James Bond: 007" was very popular. So was Elton John. I don't think I've seen an entire James Bond movie, though.
Anyways, I finished the 03.03 Assignment!!!! I think it took me almost three hours. I'm so proud. I have yet to turn it in, though.
School starts tomorrow. We had two weeks of Winter "Break". Well, for Diana and me, it wasn't much of a break, but it was more of a break for her. She got to visit Van Gogh. No fair. I had to do the stupid History assignment.
So yeah, I finally found a convenient formula for the distance between a point and a (linear) line. I'm really mad because I could've done better at the Rickards Preseasonal if I'd known this formula because I don't think I got all the problems with this thing correct. Oh well. Too late. I just have to memorize it. I also finally memorized Heron's Formula. I'm so slow. I should've known it in 8th grade. I also forgot all my Trigonometry that I learned in 8th grade. I never learned how to prove the Law of Cosines... But I proved the Law of Sines and the Pythagorean Identity and this one other thing but I all most of it. I miss 8th grade math so much. Almost all my friends were in that class. It was awesome.

diameter of an individual pizza=2i

Can the diameter of a pizza be an imaginary number? 0.0
I hope not. Because then even Jack might not be able to eat it.
I must've done something wrong... The diameter can't be two inches, can it?
Weird...
(p. 404 #28c.)
I actually kind of want to go back to school. Because it will mean seeing everyone and also having normal homework not that I won't have weird homework anymore. Also, it will mean actually studying MAO and working harder than ever. I guess I'm just tired of this break. It's nice but it really isn't a break. It's more like a time to catch up on the Independent Studies people by doing math homework all day. And trying to decide between Aristotle and Socrates. I think I chose Aristotle. I haven't started, though. I chose him because he had more information and since he studied different topics in life, it's probably easier to make a PowerPoint presentation on him. About that presentation... I have tomorrow to start and finish unless I want to drag it out to the end of the week and then I'll be behind and I'll have to go to school at the same time. I have to do Ch. 7's review and test for math because it will be a good idea, so I might not get to work on the presentation today.

2007 Year of the Pig :O

As everyone across the Eastern Time Zone was counting down to New Years, everyone at my house was asleep -.-
I decided to check my email about ten minutes before, and while replying to my last email, I missed the countdown and was instead typing randomly...
What an interesting New Years.
I'm almost half-way through Chapter 7. I really hope I can finish before we get back from school. And then it'll be four more chapters to go... It seems so endless... Like a y=(a constant) line... Lol.

Holiday (Green Day)

This one's a bit more violent ^^.

Lyrics:

Say, hey!

Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame
The ones who died without a name

Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side

Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

(Hey!)
(Say, hey!)

(3,4)

"The representative from California has the floor"

Sieg Heil to the president Gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the f-gs that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

This is our lives on holiday