| It seems appropriate that I spent my first afternoon as a second-semester senior playing video games with two juniors. Halo 2, to be precise. But I sucked at it. Oh god. I don't know why I kept respawning at really crappy locations but I got killed four times in a row through jumping attacks.
But still! SSS! | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment   |
| Really need to merge with my other self. I mean.. yeah. I know what I mean. It's a personality thing. I really do have a less angsty side somewhere.
I hate this though. The one night I decide that I'm going to sleep for at least six hours and ignore homework, something happens and then I can't fall asleep at all. Now I'm awake and full because I ate some more food and.. ugh. Schoolwork needs to die. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Once I recover from the sugar shock of eating chocolate dipped in chocolate, I might be able to sleep.
No, I'm not kidding about the chocolate. Oh god, that was stupid.
You know what's not funny at all? Both people I've urgently needed to mail out recommendation letters have fallen mysteriously and seriously ill. I hope nothing befalls the beloved third person. Because that would suck. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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...the hell?
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Oh, Thanksgiving. I thought I'd know where I'm applying to college by this time of year. The food wasn't bad, either, mainly because it was chicken instead of turkey. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| "Support your local medical examiner. Die strangely."
What's really screwed up is it's senior year and I've never skipped class. I've missed classes a number of times, but there's always a pass involved, and as far as I can remember, they're always genuine. On one hand it seems like I'm so brainwashed by Authority that I can't break the rules, so I don't know what to think. I guess I've never had a crisis bad enough that I needed to leave a classroom, but I'm so sure it'll happen this semester.
When I registered this account I was bummed out a lot. It hasn't gotten a lot cheerier since then, has it? I still stress out about stupid things (grades) and contemplate that the only semester I felt seriously depressed was the one with the highest GPA by a huge margin.
I hate listening to music. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| It doesn't get more old school than these '80s ads.
I would feel so much more nostalgic if I had been, you know, alive when a lot of these ads aired. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| (Irritation directed at myself, not anyone reading this.)
Is this a valid statement? "I'm fairly good at calculus, but I have no idea what a derivative is." I get annoyed when people think they're good at a subject that encompasses far more than what they've been taught, like when someone thinks he's great at math because he can get 600+ on the SAT I: M. I worry that I make that sort of generalization about myself all the time, but I'm still irritated when I see it in other people. You're not good at physics because you memorized formulas and can plug in numbers when the question walks you through it. If you do well on a test, you don't necessarily understand the material. As someone who often memorizes instead of understands, I know for certain. If you solve the most challenging problems from a unit, that may mean you'll understand the next highest level when you learn it. Am I expecting too much? At the extreme, no one can declare a shred of aptitude for a subject until high school or college. I don't know... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Applying triage to homework is the best thing I've ever done. Of course, it helps to have 2-4 classes on most Fridays during which I can do work.
You know what's exciting? Finding out that those English journals are actually due before lunch, not after, thanks to the pep rally. Well, it's not exciting, it's depressing, but managing to finish them anyway is rather exciting. So is getting to class late legitimately. All is right with the world once again, or at least my world.
I think I've come to terms with the fact that I don't like every person I meet. Now to deal with liking people inordinately much. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| What would Jesus do... if He were in the voting booth?
I was reading Wired and came across an article on Intelligent Design. I seem to remember being on the fence about that for a while... did I ever believe it or did I just read about it a lot? I'm really concerned that I can't remember.
I have a knack for doing everything wrong, don't I? I shouldn't stay at school anymore.
I'm more and more afraid of the college application process the more I think about it. I thought I had a fairly certain list, even if it's shorter than those of most people I know because it's only five schools, but I'm suddenly afraid of at least two of them and I just want to go to the state school and stop thinking about this. I thought I was certain, but I've been having doubts ever since I asked someone for recommendations and finally had to recite my list. Now it feels like I've started a marble rolling through a crappy Rube Goldberg machine project and I can't stop it. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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