A Few Sad Things in Life

1) getting pen on your arm because you keep putting it down on the uncovered tip
2) not knowing the late homework policies in any of your classes and not getting it when the teacher roughly explains it in anger because I never knew anything about it in the first place
3) being lied to by people who work at your school
4) being lied to by people who couldn't care less about your situation and want you to die who work at your school
5) knowing that you'll never be a part of where you live because everyone else has been here since kindergarten
6) finding out that even the people who have been here their whole lives hate where they live
7) so how much better can it be for you?
8) lack of satisfication.
9) knowing that the last time you were satisfied was more than a year ago
10) technically having a B in science the day before the teacher said she'd sign you off for Pre-AP Biology Honors and AP Chemistry
11) not knowing what in the world the assignment was that was apparently "missing"
12) not really caring that much
13) but in the position to be forced to take a final exam the day before your trip to China
14) not playing the piano with an orchestra until freshman year of high school and it's just another part of the orchestra so it's not special :(

Hehe.

China's natural resources include: coal, iron ore, petroleum, natural gas, mercury, tin, tungsten, antimony, manganese, molybdenum, vanadium, magnetite, aluminum, lead, zinc, URANIUM, hydropower potential (world's largest)
Japans' natural resources include: negligible mineral resources, fish

I got it from the CIA Factbook.

I might like history after all

Here is the comment I received from a recent history assignment:


To make matters even better, after I write a big essay and do a chart and finish a few more homework assignments, I can prepare to fail my final exam!!! Yay!!!
The problem is, I actually knew a lot of details on the first half of world history, and the second half is bad because history classes never get here. It is mostly about the 1900s.

Poems

Smart
By Shel Silverstein
My dad gave me a dollar
`Cause I'm his smartest son
And I swapped it for two shiny quarters
`Cause two is more than one!

And then I took the quarters
And traded them to Lou
For three dimes --- I guess he don't know
That three is more than two!

Just then, along came old blind Bates
And just ‘cause he can't see
He gave me four nickels for my three dimes,
And four is more than three!

And I took the nickels to Hiram Coombs
Down at the feed-seed store,
And the fool gave me five pennies for them,
And five is more than four!

And then I went and showed my dad,
And he got in the cheeks
And closed his eyes and shook his head ---
Too proud of me to speak!

Eighteen Flavors
By Shel Silverstein
Eighteen luscious, scrumptious flavors –
Chocolate, lime, and cherry,
Coffee, pumpkin, fudge-banana,
Caramel cream and boysenberry,
Rocky road and toasted almond,
Butterscotch, vanilla dip,
Butter-brickle, apple ripple,
Coconut and mocha chip,
Brandy peach and lemon custard,
Each scoop lovely, smooth, and round,
Tallest ice-cream cone in town,
Lying there (sniff) on the ground.

Darn you, my single VP

As my VP's little sister and boss, each weekday morning at school is occupied by sitting back nervously as noticeably more and more girls surround, maul, and flirt with him. This obviously explains why my MVC (also my little bro) and the seagull-lover both wish they were Asian guys. According to their dreams, they'd "get more girls".
Meanwhile, my cousin has somehow jumped on his friend (who is a guy) who has hugged another one of their friends (who is very definitely also a guy). This last guy likes far more than one girl at a time. This makes no sense on so many levels.
And then whatever gets in our way at math competitions, school, and any other arbitrary occasions.
Yesterday, I told someone about my cousin's name. He asked, so is there a sergeant too?
I should've replied that there's a colonel, captain, and brigadier general in addition to that.

Grr.

Stupid multiple choice questions. The sources that they give you used to give the answers to the questions. That's why we got the sources that were offered in the first place. Now, the answers are no longer there. They're hiding on abitrary websites all over the Internet.
How convenient.
And only seven or so more assignments to go.
And more than half of them are annoying, tedious projects that need to be hacked and blown up.
Historia es la peor y es MUY aburrida. X.X No me gusta nada.
Oh no. The next assignment might be even worse. I "get to" write abot a major political, military, or economic event that occurred after the 1950's and research the event's impact on international relations. Not fun!
Sorry about complaining again.

Your Perfect Major

This quiz was kind of fun to take.

You scored as Engineering. You should be an Engineering major! Engineering 100% Psychology 92% English 83% Linguistics 83% Mathematics 75% Philosophy 67% Journalism 50% Dance 42% Chemistry 42% Sociology 25% Art 25% Biology 25% Anthropology 17% Theater 0% What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3) created with QuizFarm.com

Theatre definitely belongs at the bottom. Engineering is plausible. I don't think Linguistics and English should be quite so high, though. It's funny how Dance in the middle. This wasn't a very accurate quiz, but it was a good generalizer.

5.5 Mbps

I'm stealing wireless and haven't done it for a really long time. Today, it decided to be nice to me, and it's working at 5.5 megabytes per second!!! It's so awesome! And about as fast as fast-ish internet! I'm so excited! It isn't going to last very long, but while I have it, I am very, very happy. I don't know how I should take advantage of this, though. It could stop any second. In fact, it could stop before I have a change to click on "PUBLISH". Then, I'd have to dial up to post this.
Today was the deadline for the AP applications. So if you forgot it and go to CHS, then you're doomed.
But you're not as doomed as me because the MAO State Convention is coming up (our last competition of the school year since we're not going to Nationals for once) and AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
Nationals is over $700 for Tampa which is a place where we can drive. Insane. That's one reason why most people aren't going. It's so expensive! For FL!
State is in Orlando. It is likely that I will go on my very first roller coaster there. I have never gotten the opportunity, so it shall be interesting.
The left side of my brain in this little area hurts. It is pulsing very, very slowly. It just kind of comes and goes. :'( I hope I'm not about to have a seizure. That would not be fun.
I want to live so I can fail that math quiz tomorrow.

:EDIT: THE 2008 MAO NATIONAL CONVENTION WILL BE HELD IN SACRAMENTO, CA! (It was previously planned for NY, but unfortunately, it will apPARENTly not be there. Oh well. I've never been to California. If I go, then it should be fun. I wonder if I'm going. It's too early to decide right now. This makes me want to find out where the other national conventions will be held, but they don't decide that early. This is odd because I can't find anything about Sacramento anywhere on Google. = ="

11:10am

This was when I finally realized that it's April Fool's Day.
Maybe because the Sanrio Calendar didn't have it this year for some reason.
But I think it's because of school. School has deteriorated my mind so that I'm even slower this year.
I haven't really finished my math homework or done any history or anything. Grr.
I played the violin yesterday. It frustrates me that I don't have any skills with the thing.
Today is a very boring day.
I want to leave the house somehow because it's nice outside.
But I need to do homework and practice the violin and piano.
And get more tired, maybe going on autopilot.
And never waking up again until after college?
I guess.

FLVS Procrastination

I haven't done history homework all weekend. It makes me feel free. I'm going to regret it dearly tomorrow, though.
I'm sacrificing precious math study time for Chemistry because I'm really weird. I don't need to, though, since I have enough time over the summer. I think.
Anyways, I've only completed one test even though I need to finish two to hand in with the math homework packet because the teacher eliminated the first two assignments out of the total of three so that my MVC and I could do more MAO practice instead of boring complex number homework. There's a math quiz next Monday and I don't think I'm going to do very well on it because there's this certain type of problem that I can't seem to do correctly. Which is bad. Especially since I don't know how I could've made the exact same mistakes as my MVC, who was doing the exact problem at the exact time in the exact same setting, except with a different brain.
The audition for Symphony (the highest level for Youth Orchestras here) is early May, so I have ONE month to learn the excerpts and prepare a solo. Oh dear.
I was emailing David and this is what was on the right side of the email (where the subliminal Gmail advertisements are located):

This is kind of random too, but I had to read Night by Elie Wiesel for history, and there was one part that was really sad. I typed it up in MS Word and copy and pasted it here:
“All the earth and universe are God’s!”
He kept pausing, as though he lacked the strength to uncover the meaning beneath the text. The melody was stifled in his throat.
And I, the former mystic, was thinking: Yes, man is stronger, greater than God. When Adam and Eve deceived You, You chased them from paradise. When You were displeased by Noah’s generation, You brought down the Flood. When Sodom lost Your favor, You caused the heavens to rain down fire and damnation. But look at these men whom You have betrayed, allowing them to be tortured, slaughtered, gassed, and burned, what do they do? They pray before You! They praise Your name!
“All of creation bears witness to the Greatness of God!”
In days gone by, Rosh Hashanah had dominated my life. I knew that my sins grieved the Almighty and so I pleased for forgiveness. In those days, I fully believed that the salvation of the world depended on every one of my deeds, on every one of my prayers.
But now, I no longer pleased for anything. I was no longer able to lament. On the contrary, I felt very strong. I was the accuser, God the accused. My eyes had opened and I was alone, terribly alone in a world without God, without man. Without love or mercy. I was nothing but ashes now, but I felt myself to be stronger than this Almighty to whom my life had been bound for so long. In the midst of these men assembled for prayer, I felt like an observer, a stranger.