Sorry, Linda! The MALM bed frame was really low- so low that it was a few inches of elevation for just a mattress and no box. Ryan's won, and yes, I'm going to have more trouble cleaning it. Hah. Like I've ever cleaned a bed frame. Well, that's because I've always just had the metal thing to hold it up with a wheel on each corner.
I suppose everyone is having a fabulous New Year and that most of the Asians are at Asian dinner parties. New Years over here is quiet, as it was last year when my parents went to bed at about 9:30pm or 10:30pm or something outrageously early like that.
I took 300 pictures, not including the ones that I deleted. It's probably time to upload a few.
3. Mission: SPACE
Choose from two exciting adventures on this mission to Mars. Join the Orange Team to experience intense training on the original voyage. Or join the Green Team for a milder journey with everything but the spinning. Minimum height 44/112 cm. Expectant mothers should not ride.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
No life.
I practiced the piano this morning. And a Merry Christmas to you, too.
I also put another layer of paint stain onto the plaque, and my mom wants us to pack for the day after tomorrow, which makes no sense because today is sort of a holiday.
I'm wondering what would happen if I try to charge my iPod with a computer that doesn't have iTunes. Meaning, I hope it doesn't start to try to synchronize with nothing. But if the computer doesn't make it do anything, the theoretically it shouldn't happen, but I'm still not completely certain about it. Maybe I'm over analyzing it. ::EDIT:: I just checked, and I can. ::END EDIT::
Practice practice practice practice practice practice practice practice ... Tomorrow is the weekly lesson because we're leaving after that.
Feliz Navidad a ti, tambien.
I also put another layer of paint stain onto the plaque, and my mom wants us to pack for the day after tomorrow, which makes no sense because today is sort of a holiday.
I'm wondering what would happen if I try to charge my iPod with a computer that doesn't have iTunes. Meaning, I hope it doesn't start to try to synchronize with nothing. But if the computer doesn't make it do anything, the theoretically it shouldn't happen, but I'm still not completely certain about it. Maybe I'm over analyzing it. ::EDIT:: I just checked, and I can. ::END EDIT::
Practice practice practice practice practice practice practice practice ... Tomorrow is the weekly lesson because we're leaving after that.
Feliz Navidad a ti, tambien.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Write as much as possible.
I always get kicked off the computer to do things today, and I haven't really done taht much. This morning, I "studied" for the PSAT as I was supposed to do after I had breakfast. Then, I practiced the day's worth of a piano concerto. Or maybe that's when I "studied." Lunch came around, and I had bread with duck. My parents got an address plaque that I had to measure, drill, and sand. Then, my dad gave me some sort of stain so I could stain it. Tomorrow, I have to paint it white and screw the numbers onto it. I'm not going to tell you which numbers because it would be kind of dangerous to say that online. The whole job reminded me of Applied Technology, which we had in middle school in 7th and 8th grade. We had to build things and it was almost fun. The one in 8th grade was the best because we built that trebuchet that my parents chucked away before we moved because they wouldn't let me keep it and my partner already had a trebuchet, albeit not as amazingly perfect.
Logan's current status is: ♫ Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger - Daft Punk, which definitely reminds me of drugs... don't say anything.
But they don't even apply anymore because now it's: ♫ Violin Sonata in G Minor, Op. 5 No. 5: I. Adagio - Convivium
Ironically, I don't listen to classical music unless I'm playing it or I'm sitting somewhere and someone else is playing it.
W00t! Linda got Blogspot.
Logan's current status is: ♫ Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger - Daft Punk, which definitely reminds me of drugs... don't say anything.
But they don't even apply anymore because now it's: ♫ Violin Sonata in G Minor, Op. 5 No. 5: I. Adagio - Convivium
Ironically, I don't listen to classical music unless I'm playing it or I'm sitting somewhere and someone else is playing it.
W00t! Linda got Blogspot.
Which one?
Linda likes the one on the left, and Ryan likes the one on the right. And Jack... wants both.
Between Linda and Ryan:
Linda: i like the rectangle one
Ryan: theyre all rectangles?
Linda: the one i like U_U
the other one is hard to clean
Ryan: cleaning? bah
Linda: bah?
you dont clean
SHE does
OHHHHH
Ryan: :'(
lololol
i laugh at your tears!
AHAHAHAHAHA
Ryan: maybe she is the wrong one
no cleaning!
Linda: yes cleaning!
Ryan: no cleaning!
no cleaning!
Linda: yes learning
ive made my point
1:55 PM
yes cleaning!
you dont appreciate easy to clean things U_U
Ryan: no i dont
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Marxist
My statuses always begin with "Dear Karl Marx," and then I write something to him. That sounded weird.
We're leaving after Christmas for Orlando, where we will visit IKEA and Disney World. We'll be back on New Year's Eve.
Nothing has really happened recently, but yesterday, we went to Joseph's house. After that, we say "I am Legend." We = Chanyang, Katelyn, Jack, me, and Ketan didn't go to Joseph's house. Ryan and Lacey and Joseph and Chanyang's brother and June and Erin were at Joseph's house. We played SSBM, Halo, the piano, and ate pizza from Hungry Howie's and drank Coca-cola and Vault. Pictures are uploaded if you're bored enough to look at them.
Linda, dear, you're too nice to some people. Maybe that's what makes you so special my intern.
I should probably start the second semester of Physics, but my parents want me to study for the PSAT and MAO. Neither will be very successful, and on top of that, my floating vacation weeks will be used unless it really is a "holiday" for FLVS so that the schedules have been halted, too.
Two of my best friends are finally... ecstatic. :]
We're leaving after Christmas for Orlando, where we will visit IKEA and Disney World. We'll be back on New Year's Eve.
Nothing has really happened recently, but yesterday, we went to Joseph's house. After that, we say "I am Legend." We = Chanyang, Katelyn, Jack, me, and Ketan didn't go to Joseph's house. Ryan and Lacey and Joseph and Chanyang's brother and June and Erin were at Joseph's house. We played SSBM, Halo, the piano, and ate pizza from Hungry Howie's and drank Coca-cola and Vault. Pictures are uploaded if you're bored enough to look at them.
Linda, dear, you're too nice to some people. Maybe that's what makes you so special my intern.
I should probably start the second semester of Physics, but my parents want me to study for the PSAT and MAO. Neither will be very successful, and on top of that, my floating vacation weeks will be used unless it really is a "holiday" for FLVS so that the schedules have been halted, too.
Two of my best friends are finally... ecstatic. :]
Sunday, December 16, 2007
You should go biking.
My dad told me that, except when my parents say "should," it usually actually means "must." So, I did, and it was really cold because the wind was being mean and loud. I can't find my black sweater. :( Maybe it got lost at school.
It would be nice if I had transportation or money so I could get you a holiday present. Maybe I'll write cards.
...
I miss my sweater. :(
Well, there's a Bio and Stat test tomorrow. Fun fun fun! Seven more exams to go.
In only two years, we will be the ones who practically die of fear because we will be hoping to receive acceptance letters from some incredible universities. Ryan the GOP Fan might be waiting for Vanderbilt (where Al Gore graduated.. haha).
Yesterday, I listened to three podcasts in Spanish. Two were Spanish Intermediate, except it didn't really seem very intermediary because they were speaking quite slowly, and it wasn't very difficult to understand. Then, I listened to one that was Spanish Advanced, and they were actually speaking normally. However, I couldn't hear all of the words and it was definitely more challenging. Unfortunately, the transcripts require money.
It would be nice if I had transportation or money so I could get you a holiday present. Maybe I'll write cards.
...
I miss my sweater. :(
Well, there's a Bio and Stat test tomorrow. Fun fun fun! Seven more exams to go.
In only two years, we will be the ones who practically die of fear because we will be hoping to receive acceptance letters from some incredible universities. Ryan the GOP Fan might be waiting for Vanderbilt (where Al Gore graduated.. haha).
Yesterday, I listened to three podcasts in Spanish. Two were Spanish Intermediate, except it didn't really seem very intermediary because they were speaking quite slowly, and it wasn't very difficult to understand. Then, I listened to one that was Spanish Advanced, and they were actually speaking normally. However, I couldn't hear all of the words and it was definitely more challenging. Unfortunately, the transcripts require money.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
-chomp chomp-
Eating a snack, recharging the iPod, talking to Ryan, and having read Joseph's blog post, I must say that I have absolutely no life. I'm too lazy to finish the post in which I wrote messages to people because it is one of those things you do a lot the first time and then you sort of drop it
My novel review for A Farewell to Arms had 1459 words in it, excluding the information on the corner of the page. Bs-ing the midterm for Physics, I have a solid A whether the teacher grades all the FRQs or not. If my additional seven exams weren't next week, I'd celebrate.
I feel like hanging out with someone. Anyone, I guess. Tell me if you're free. =]
My novel review for A Farewell to Arms had 1459 words in it, excluding the information on the corner of the page. Bs-ing the midterm for Physics, I have a solid A whether the teacher grades all the FRQs or not. If my additional seven exams weren't next week, I'd celebrate.
I feel like hanging out with someone. Anyone, I guess. Tell me if you're free. =]
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Hahaha.
I got.. lower this year on the PSAT than last year. Because I messed up on the math section and cannot get perfect scores on it as Ryan seems to do each time he takes it. The Deerlake kids took it in 8th grade, too, so they've had it at least three times now. Four for Jack, since he took it a month or two ago.
Today in Stat, Tim showed me one of the prompts for the speaking portions of an AP Spanish test. It was about promoting the business at Niagara Falls, or something. I'm not sure, because I skimmed it before we had to leave for 4th period.
The Euro project is due tomorrow and I haven't finished my last drawing, so buena noche.
Today in Stat, Tim showed me one of the prompts for the speaking portions of an AP Spanish test. It was about promoting the business at Niagara Falls, or something. I'm not sure, because I skimmed it before we had to leave for 4th period.
The Euro project is due tomorrow and I haven't finished my last drawing, so buena noche.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Peer Pressure
::EDIT:: They are not in order of importance. So don't feel bad if you're near the end or the middle. :: END EDIT::
We could talk for hours and hours and days and never run out of things to say. In fact, the only times when our conversations went quiet were when we were doing homework at the same time, or when we stayed up past 6:00am and I tried to get you to stop poking me.
Little brothers are so immature and annoying, and you know that you fit some of the description quite well, but we talk to each other far too often. I'm glad I met you, and would never have guessed that a whole person lay beneath the shy, quiet kid. Thank you for helping me when I forget what 5pi/6 means.
No one in the world has ever praised me so much, and it was one of the most amazing things in my life when you said what you said. I will do my very best to remember to call you in thirty years. Last year, when I first heard about you after the MAO Banquet, I had absolutely no idea that we would grow so close so quickly this year. You are far smarter and more intelligent than you will ever admit.
I can't forget you, and I can't forget when your friends told me that you liked me. It was hilarious, just like every single moment we ever shared. We made each other laugh, and before I moved away, I cried. And half of those times, it was because of you, and you will probably never know that. I've moved on, but I know that whenever we see each other, we will have the most amazing time.
Kid, you're turning into a girl-magnet! Stop it! Haha, I'm kidding. Anyways, you're always a step (or a few steps) smarter than me on a lot of math-related things, and I really admire you for it. You're intelligent and last year, Freed was determined that you would be the most successful out of the froshies he knew after all of us grow up. You annoy me relentlessly, but it's all good because you're marvelous.
You're such a nice guy. It's too bad you got taller and older. I feel sorry for those girls.
Maybe you don't remember this, but near the beginning of the last school year, you wrote two incredibly long emails with advice about school to me because I'd asked a few questions. You probably would have continued to write them if I didn't stop questioning you, and that is only a small example of the great person you are.
If I had to choose someone to be my big brother, then I would choose you. You're incredible. Patient, kind, understanding, talkative, caring, and obviously smart, you always make me feel glad to know you. I smiled so much when some good things happened to you, and you deserve a lot more because you don't think you do.
It hurts me to see you cry every now and then, but it seems like you aren't going to be so sad now, and I'm glad. One of my closest friends used be your best friend until you didn't have any classes with her. I know why she would have been your best friend because it makes a lot of sense.
It's kind of sad that you like him.
You blew me away with your persona, and I'm trying to forget about you, ignore you, and it doesn't matter if I want to hate you because it is not possible. On another note, I saw her last week and she was really pretty.
You have so many hidden talents and one of the biggest smiles in the world. When you were sad, I could not live knowing it was true. I'm going to work on my angles just for you.
At the end of the year when I finally really and truly realized that you existed, I wondered why I had never spoken to you. This year has proven that it was dumb, and you are great. You cheer me up and sometimes, make me forget how sad I am.
It's too bad we don't see each other very often. It is really cool to talk to you on extremely rare occasions. Don't think so badly of yourself. I know you'll get mad if I keep trying to persuade you that you're a really good person, but it's so true that I feel the need.
Why do you know who everyone likes? You're such a gossiper but I'm glad to be related to you. I know we'll talk more often next year because of MAO. That's what nerds do.
I miss seeing you every Saturday, but the reason why we did is so negative that it's all good overall. We still don't talk enough, but I get along so well with you and your mother. So I miss you even though I see you every day at school and talk to you almost every day of the year in some way.
We agree on aspects of life so much, and it's sad that we don't get to talk to each other because we're so busy at different times. Complaining is easy and hilariously fun around you.
I want to hear you play the piano. No excuses.
Often, you get really controlling around people who you barely know. It might hurt you in the future, but I can't ever tell you that directly because you would hate me for it.
Our parents knew each other before they were married. I didn't know you existed until about 6th grade. You are an incredibly patient older brother to your younger brother, and a crazy-smart Chinese kid. We need to hang out some day again.
You're never going to stop amusing me. I can't see myself having feelings for you, and glad of that. It was creepy for your mom to know that she met my mom because my mom didn't realize that she did. It is also a little creepy for you to talk about me to random preppy guys who happen to know me. Or how a random girl at Homecoming waved enthusiastically to me because you knew me, and I had no idea what to do but say "Hi" back. But you're a cool kid.
You have fly hair and I'm really glad to have you as a friend.
You have really weird hair, and I hope I didn't scare you too much.
I thought you were great, but the more I know you, the less patience I have. I try to accept the way you are, but the way you are gets in the way of our belief systems. I'm sorry. When I wave at you, it takes a lot of effort for me to smile.
We teased you a lot last year. Being amazing friends is so much better, but it's fun either way and we know you know that. We're going to go driving and shopping and all that girly stuff when we get older and it's going to be marvelous.
You care so much when I'm sad, and it means a lot. People may think you're annoying, but you're such an affectionate person.
I DO NOT WANT TO BUY CHOCOLATE FROM YOU.
Everyone ranted about you endlessly. You turned out to be more amazing they could ever describe. Your future boss is going to adore you.
It's amazing that you value life so much, and I really admire you for it. You brought me up onto my feet, but I didn't tell you that for no apparent reason.
I'm glad I make you laugh.
You have the most beautiful piano in the world, and I am sooo jealous.
I know where you live. And I shouldn't.
Alright, I'm done for the day. There are so many people I left out of this post, and it would take a very, very long time to write something for everyone. People I left out never read this, so it should be okay. If you don't think you're in it, then please tell me.
We could talk for hours and hours and days and never run out of things to say. In fact, the only times when our conversations went quiet were when we were doing homework at the same time, or when we stayed up past 6:00am and I tried to get you to stop poking me.
Little brothers are so immature and annoying, and you know that you fit some of the description quite well, but we talk to each other far too often. I'm glad I met you, and would never have guessed that a whole person lay beneath the shy, quiet kid. Thank you for helping me when I forget what 5pi/6 means.
No one in the world has ever praised me so much, and it was one of the most amazing things in my life when you said what you said. I will do my very best to remember to call you in thirty years. Last year, when I first heard about you after the MAO Banquet, I had absolutely no idea that we would grow so close so quickly this year. You are far smarter and more intelligent than you will ever admit.
I can't forget you, and I can't forget when your friends told me that you liked me. It was hilarious, just like every single moment we ever shared. We made each other laugh, and before I moved away, I cried. And half of those times, it was because of you, and you will probably never know that. I've moved on, but I know that whenever we see each other, we will have the most amazing time.
Kid, you're turning into a girl-magnet! Stop it! Haha, I'm kidding. Anyways, you're always a step (or a few steps) smarter than me on a lot of math-related things, and I really admire you for it. You're intelligent and last year, Freed was determined that you would be the most successful out of the froshies he knew after all of us grow up. You annoy me relentlessly, but it's all good because you're marvelous.
You're such a nice guy. It's too bad you got taller and older. I feel sorry for those girls.
Maybe you don't remember this, but near the beginning of the last school year, you wrote two incredibly long emails with advice about school to me because I'd asked a few questions. You probably would have continued to write them if I didn't stop questioning you, and that is only a small example of the great person you are.
If I had to choose someone to be my big brother, then I would choose you. You're incredible. Patient, kind, understanding, talkative, caring, and obviously smart, you always make me feel glad to know you. I smiled so much when some good things happened to you, and you deserve a lot more because you don't think you do.
It hurts me to see you cry every now and then, but it seems like you aren't going to be so sad now, and I'm glad. One of my closest friends used be your best friend until you didn't have any classes with her. I know why she would have been your best friend because it makes a lot of sense.
It's kind of sad that you like him.
You blew me away with your persona, and I'm trying to forget about you, ignore you, and it doesn't matter if I want to hate you because it is not possible. On another note, I saw her last week and she was really pretty.
You have so many hidden talents and one of the biggest smiles in the world. When you were sad, I could not live knowing it was true. I'm going to work on my angles just for you.
At the end of the year when I finally really and truly realized that you existed, I wondered why I had never spoken to you. This year has proven that it was dumb, and you are great. You cheer me up and sometimes, make me forget how sad I am.
It's too bad we don't see each other very often. It is really cool to talk to you on extremely rare occasions. Don't think so badly of yourself. I know you'll get mad if I keep trying to persuade you that you're a really good person, but it's so true that I feel the need.
Why do you know who everyone likes? You're such a gossiper but I'm glad to be related to you. I know we'll talk more often next year because of MAO. That's what nerds do.
I miss seeing you every Saturday, but the reason why we did is so negative that it's all good overall. We still don't talk enough, but I get along so well with you and your mother. So I miss you even though I see you every day at school and talk to you almost every day of the year in some way.
We agree on aspects of life so much, and it's sad that we don't get to talk to each other because we're so busy at different times. Complaining is easy and hilariously fun around you.
I want to hear you play the piano. No excuses.
Often, you get really controlling around people who you barely know. It might hurt you in the future, but I can't ever tell you that directly because you would hate me for it.
Our parents knew each other before they were married. I didn't know you existed until about 6th grade. You are an incredibly patient older brother to your younger brother, and a crazy-smart Chinese kid. We need to hang out some day again.
You're never going to stop amusing me. I can't see myself having feelings for you, and glad of that. It was creepy for your mom to know that she met my mom because my mom didn't realize that she did. It is also a little creepy for you to talk about me to random preppy guys who happen to know me. Or how a random girl at Homecoming waved enthusiastically to me because you knew me, and I had no idea what to do but say "Hi" back. But you're a cool kid.
You have fly hair and I'm really glad to have you as a friend.
You have really weird hair, and I hope I didn't scare you too much.
I thought you were great, but the more I know you, the less patience I have. I try to accept the way you are, but the way you are gets in the way of our belief systems. I'm sorry. When I wave at you, it takes a lot of effort for me to smile.
We teased you a lot last year. Being amazing friends is so much better, but it's fun either way and we know you know that. We're going to go driving and shopping and all that girly stuff when we get older and it's going to be marvelous.
You care so much when I'm sad, and it means a lot. People may think you're annoying, but you're such an affectionate person.
I DO NOT WANT TO BUY CHOCOLATE FROM YOU.
Everyone ranted about you endlessly. You turned out to be more amazing they could ever describe. Your future boss is going to adore you.
It's amazing that you value life so much, and I really admire you for it. You brought me up onto my feet, but I didn't tell you that for no apparent reason.
I'm glad I make you laugh.
You have the most beautiful piano in the world, and I am sooo jealous.
I know where you live. And I shouldn't.
Alright, I'm done for the day. There are so many people I left out of this post, and it would take a very, very long time to write something for everyone. People I left out never read this, so it should be okay. If you don't think you're in it, then please tell me.
Reminders for life.
After the recital, on the way out the room, almost ten random audience members told me I'd played really well. One of them was a really elderly-looking lady in a wheelchair. She asked me how long my fingers were, and gently took my left hand between hers to see. It was so sad to see her sitting there, too old to move or to learn to play the piano, but she was so happy to have attended the recital.
One little Chinese girl's father got the step-stool for her, and pedals were attached to it so it could hit the piano's pedals. She didn't use it, but it made me remember all the little kids out there who have them. I never actually used one, but my piano teacher did have a sort of step-stool for me around 1st grade. By the time I found out about the special piano stools with the pedal extensions, I was too tall to use one.
I realized the English novel review is due next week. It was elating.
One little Chinese girl's father got the step-stool for her, and pedals were attached to it so it could hit the piano's pedals. She didn't use it, but it made me remember all the little kids out there who have them. I never actually used one, but my piano teacher did have a sort of step-stool for me around 1st grade. By the time I found out about the special piano stools with the pedal extensions, I was too tall to use one.
I realized the English novel review is due next week. It was elating.
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