And I'll forget you, at least I'll try.

It's nice. Having an unopened, hardcover book that smells so new. Hopefully, it's going to quite an adventure, even if it lasts less than 48 hours. 24, if you're lucky and it's really good. ...wanting to flip through the four hundred or so pages. I prefer hardcover books for some reason. The only small issue is worrying over the paper cover's condition after holding it for so long. It's sitting on the table, waiting for you to to be absorbed into a fictional world. But there's two, and I don't know which one to read first. I showed them to my mother, who said they were beautiful relative to the price. The translation into English didn't work very well.
Reading used to my biggest hobby. And then, I went on to do better things such as violin and homework and dropping violin, doing more homework, playing more piano, and practically dropping piano... Things like that. I haven't read a book for the fun of it in about a year now, or so it seems. If I have, I don't remember. I feel so illiterate.
And while I continue to ramble about myself, well I guess I can do that because this is my blog, but anyway, I've never wanted a car so badly.
::EDIT:: Well, that's what I get for not paying much attention to the day's post: countless grammatical errors.::END EDIT::

I'll be waiting for you, baby.

	The Strokes - You Only Live Once
	Found at skreemr.com

As I read Lacey's post on The Power Bloggers, it reminded me of the years, oh so many years ago, when my mom and I went grocery shopping in Birmingham. My dad had a piece of Twix every day, or so it seemed. He probably hasn't eaten it for years. I need to buy him some when I can drive myself to Wal*mart. Like in early October when it's his birthday.
The seniors graduated at the Civic Center yesterday. My ex-husband actually called my cell phone but I didn't answer it because the cell phone is not often conveniently nearby unless I'm going somewhere. I'm going to miss some of them very much.
Tomorrow is my sister's birthday part. Aren't we getting old so quickly?

That's Not Karma

From the New York Times website that I accessed from news.google.com: Ms. Stone said last week during an interview at the Cannes Film Festival: “I’m not happy about the way the Chinese are treating the Tibetans because I don’t think anyone should be unkind to anyone else. And then the earthquake and all this stuff happened, and then I thought, is that karma? When you’re not nice that the bad things happen to you?”

Um. That was ridiculous. Just because the Chinese government did something that might be "mean" doesn't mean that the "karma" is going to rebound on innocent Chinese citizens. Ms. Stone, at this moment, I can find no reason to respect you.

Sorry, J.

I pretty much fell in love with another dead European composer all over again- Franz Liszt. (My other obsession is Frederic Chopin.) No, not in the weird way. I mean, his music is so amazing, and today, I am specifically writing of one such Paganini Etude that he wrote... La Campanella. It is the third of the Grand Paganini Etudes, and I wish I had the music because I would probably begin to try to learn it. This wouldn't be extremely successful, but it is worth a try.
Here is a not-so-great version of it, no offense to the at-the-time-14-years-old boy who is playing. I downloaded a professional version a few minutes ago, and I will send it to you if you contact me about it or something.

I also finally decided to search for "Dawn" from Pride & Prejudice, and I actually found it by the time Anna got here. It was extremely exciting. "Love Song" had such bad quality that I spent a bunch of time just tracing over bars and adding note stems where they should have been. Anna had fun with my Gmail account.
Today also happened to be the last day of school for sophomore year. Nothing very exciting happened, but we all had some great times at lunch as usual. Very good times, indeed. I already miss people, though. And yeah, all of them miss Jerrod.

Redundancy

I liked when I get up from lying down because I was oh so tired and as soon as I get online, I see that I received and email. And it was email about a comment that someone special wrote on this blog. I liked that someone out there also likes eating food, more specifically White Cheddar Cheez-Its, though I'm not sure if she specified the flavor, but I certainly did. I like that they aren't very healthy but every now and then, I eat them anyway, and they aren't even really that good but I was hungry. I like that I was assigned to be someone's BFF, and that she chose me and five other people to write each week on a blog so that we'll have a post every day. I like that I don't have any exams this semester. I like that about half the things people wrote in my end-of-the-year book had to do with math. I like that sometimes when people don't know things, runiteking1 tells them to ask me which molecules are in the cytoplasm and nucleus [but I don't know, either]. I like that we are all annoyed by the same person. I like that I agree with Jack's mom very, very often. I like that when I asked, "Is Jack okay?" she said "Not usually." I like that it has been really sunny outside, even though I sweated a bunch because of the humidity. I like that Vicky thinks I'm talking to a certain someone because I don't answer her within the minute. I like that you've gotten this part into my post without being really annoyed and tired of how weird the beginning of every sentence sounds. I liked making a cake with Ryan and Jack and Jack's mom and Jack's sisters even though it took a ridiculously long time and I had to go home before we even finished putting the icing on. I like that I get to relax this week.
I love picking up a piano book and playing my heart out. I love how much my friends make me smile. I love thinking about the same person over and over and over again.
I read everything that everyone wrote in my end-of-the-year book (if that's what I want to call it. Lacey, I know you made me a big yearbook but I couldn't tell you at that moment I already had something because your book really made me speechless because it was so unbelievably sweet of you, so thank you thank you thank you, even though I know I already thanked you). I was just sitting at my desk with the sun shining through my windows... smiling. There are so many people out there who are incredibly caring, patient, intelligent, deserving, loving, admirable, and I would add "Asian" if that didn't sound too weird. We are all so proud to have gotten to know each other, and it means so much that sometimes, all we might end up doing is wondering why there isn't any background music to it.

We Had a Fight on the Promenade Out in the Rain

I'm kind of disappointed with myself, because, well, I haven't written in here very much. It feels as if I haven't written anything at all for months, so when words just begin to pour out as they did yesterday, they don't sound very nice at all.
Runiteking1 told me about his blogroll, and when he told me how to get it, it wasn't there, so I apologize for not having one for now.
This is the last real week of school, but it doesn't feel as if we might not be here for more than a day next week, because our schedules didn't seem to slow down. And now, with four days left, oh my.
In Chemistry, there were six more minutes left in class when Lacey asked me to sign her yearbook, but Erica had her pen. She thought I wouldn't be able to sign it and that she wouldn't see me again for the rest of sophomore year because she was going out of town after fourth period. This may sound like a personal story that shouldn't belong on a blog on the internet, but I have to say that it was the most emotional moment of my day. We looked at each other knowingly, and it was truly knowingly because everything that happened this year must have really hit us hard at that moment. There were many, many obstacles, some of which were never expected, and the hardest moments came every now and then, and we would cry when things got really bad. Slowly, everything seemed to be okay. Some of us really learned about ourselves, whether it was our intellectual ability or our stubborn emotions that wouldn't be pushed aside. So we gave each other a big, happy, best-friend-sort-of-hug and by then, there were tears coming up in our eyes. Blair said, "Lacey! Are you crying?" I know, girls are so emotional, aren't they? But after such a painful, tedious, work-filled, brilliant, marvelous year, well, it has shown.

What's the problem, baby?

-think about it every time I think about it can't stop thinking about it-

I've pretty much neglected this blog, I know. If I keep using being busy as an excuse, well, things won't get anywhere. Yes, Marshall, I finally post something and it's about Euro, but Ryan and I spent about two intense hours trying to figure out where to put people, and thank goodness we agreed on things, because it would have taken even longer. I keep forgetting to give it to Gonsalves.
School is slowly dying down, as teachers assign us last-minute projects and force a few tests into the last real week. Summer is looking dull so far, but it's okay because there won't be so much homework or studying to do.
One of the weird things that has begun to bug me throughout the past two years is the fact that my Microsoft Office programs are really old. For example, when I open up a powerpoint at school, they don't have as many fonts, but they have more effects, such as better transitions and more options. This 2000 business is quickly becoming obsolete. Windows XP Home Edition can be really disappointing.
Gator-fil-A is approaching our thousandth theorem.

The 25 of APEH

Ryan and I decided that the class did an abominable job of it, so here is ours.
1. Martin Luther
2. Napoleon Bonaparte
3. Josef Stalin
4. Adolf Hitler
5. Louis XIV
6. Karl Marx
7. John Calvin
8. Henry VIII
9. Otto von Bismarck
10. Johannes Gutenberg
11. Sir Isaac Newton
12. Elizabeth I
13. Charles V
14. Ferdinand and Isabella
15. Vladimir Lenin
16. Leonardo da Vinci
17. Klemens von Metternich
18. Mikhail Gorbachev
19. Philip II
20. Louis XVI
21. Henry IV (Bourbon)
22. Christopher Columbus
23. John Locke
24. Winston Churchill
25. Baron de Montesquieu

An hour before the Stat exam,

Ryan sends me a link to this. It was awful.

Daddy Put in Bye-Bye Box

ITHACA, NY—After weeks of being sleepy all the time and never finishing his din-din at night, area daddy Howard Lewis was put in a bye-bye box early Monday morning so that he could go on a vacation with the birds and clouds in the sky.

Daddy, who was tall and strong and liked going to the hospital to play with their fun machines, was put in the bye-bye box at a big, white house where everyone had a party for him even though it wasn't his birthday. According to family sources, Daddy, 36, can't play Chutes and Ladders tonight, but he loved Ryan and his little sister, Rebecca, very, very much, and nothing is ever going to change that.

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In Ryan's depiction, Daddy gets to play with Ryan's teddy bear, Porky, while in his cool underground box.

"I love my daddy. He's the best," said Ryan Lewis, 5, after watching the box get dropped inside a cool underground fort full of dirt and sand. "I'm going to be the big boy of the house until he gets back. And I have to take care of Rebecca now, even if she doesn't share her toys with me."

Mommy, who said that Ryan and Rebecca could have pizza for lunch today because they're so special and then started crying like the time Rebecca skinned her knee, was not able to explain how long Daddy is going to have to live inside the ground. She also said she was not sure if the bye-bye box has a night-light for when it gets dark, whether there's books inside the bye-bye box for when Daddy gets bored, or why Daddy was wearing a suit in the bye-bye box if he wasn't going to work.

After returning from the bathroom, Mommy, 34, reportedly hugged Ryan and Rebecca so hard that it hurt a little.

While many theories exist as to why Daddy was placed inside the ground, including the possibility that Mommy and Daddy had a big fight, and that maybe living underneath the grass was the only way for Daddy to get a new tummy, Ryan and Rebecca said they would have to wait until he comes back to ask.

Ryan added that he hopes Daddy brings back a lot of presents, like the time he went to Chicago to talk about computers.

"I'm practicing catch in my room so I can surprise Daddy with how good I got when he was away," said Ryan, who sometimes, when sitting in the backyard, likes to dig little holes to try and visit his father. "I'm also making him a card and I'm going to give him all my bath-time toys so that he can have something to play with when he washes up to get all the dirt off his body."

This is reportedly not the first time Ryan's family has received so many fruit baskets and telephone calls after someone has had to go away for a while. In 2003, Grandma Sarah was turned into magic dust and then thrown into the ocean so that she could go swimming again. And last year, Uncle Brian was put in a bye-bye box even bigger than Daddy's after his heart broke into a million pieces one morning.

Although neither Grandma Sarah nor Uncle Brian has visited the house since, 3-year-old Rebecca said she knows that Daddy will be back soon, because she has a ballet recital next week, and Daddy promised he would be there to watch her. According to Rebecca, not only is Daddy going to come out of his hole to see her, but he's also going to have all of his hair back when he does. In addition, Daddy won't be saying all that silly stuff like "I'm so sorry, my princess" and "You're going to have a beautiful wedding one day."

"My papa's name is Howie," Rebecca said. "He's asleep now like Snow White."

When Daddy will actually wake up remains to be seen, but he is probably just having a good time playing with their old cat Muffin right now, and will soon realize that Ryan and Rebecca can't go to sleep without their favorite bedtime story, and will then jump out of the ground and coming running fast, because he is such a fast runner.

As of press time, Mommy was planning to have a big long talk with Ryan and Rebecca, probably about eating their vegetables or tidying up their rooms.

Turn into something beautiful.

So, BFF, I saw the line from your post, thanks to Google Reader: Kejing I miss your blog posts...I guess you're busy.
I really like the song you posted and just downloaded it, even though it is lyrically a bit repetitive.
I suppose I am busy, having to study for more than just Euro for once. Although, all I really studied yesterday was Euro. It's nice to have seven classes rather than eight, and now that I have no formal responsibilities in MAO, the world seems so much larger. Mrs. Ewart is glad I'll have more time to study for AP Chem. No, not seriously. Apparently Blair has a bird too, in addition to Ryan, but they refuse to tell her about them.
I never thought I'd see Jerrod shake my mom's hand (oh wait, it was the other way around), steal our sadly 10th place Alpha trophy from Ryan's house with the help of Won and his car, or go to 1Fresh and Lake Ella, and see Won's birthday DVD and Joe play tennis, and come home thinking "someone needs to get a license." But I sort of did.

Jack is having issues writing his free poem for English.
Jack: ok

and now i need to come up with some ideas

1:50 PM i have no ideas

me: hmm

Jack: maybe i could write it about trying to think of something to write about while nearly falling alseep

me: write about how youre falling asleep

and the last thing on your mind is a beautiful girl

Jack: hahahaha

1:51 PM i don't feel like it

me: sucks for you.

Jack: why?

me: because i'm about to post that on my blog.