You're the epitome of insane. Either you're very smart, or you're too damn stupid. The world is your playground, and everything -- and everyone -- in it is a toy for you to play with. People should be scared of you, but because you're so affable, they aren't. Tough for them.
Tests are cool.
I don't quite get it. I am smarter, fitter, and bolder than my potbellied brother ever could hope to be, yet he gets all the fame, fortune, and glory, not to mention Peach's heart. If only I was the first player in Super Mario Bros... things could have been different. Maybe I can make a comeback, now that I finally have my own game.. but probably not. After all, I'm just Luigi.
What Super Mario Bros character are you?
I like tests.
 | I am most like http://www.eiu.org. I am a very tongue-in-cheek person. It's often hard to tell if I'm being serious,
and I have almost a kinda spooky vibe.
I'm also very inquisitive, and like to question what most take for granted.
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I HAVE POCKY!!!!!!!!!!!
**Munches**
And a reading audition for "Bye Bye Birdue" in about an hour and a half.
You may now return to your normal web browsing.
Oohhhh, I'm sore...
Ski Club Saturday. ^_^
It's just my shoulders and elbows that are sore, but still... And the really odd thing is that I don't recall using them that much...
It was fun, though. The place we're going this year is much beter than the crap-tastic place we went last year. It's well run, there're lotsa good trails, it's clean, the food is good, and less of a ripoff, and the snow stays longer in that part of Ohio, so there'll be much less fake snow, if any. You can not stop on that stuff...
Plus, their group program is much better. There are no lesson Nazis, and they have photo IDs, instead of paper passes that are easily destroyed.
I fell a lot, because I can't properly stop yet. I need to turn better before I can completely stop. At least now I'm doing use-board-to-slow-down, fall, stop, not fall, slow-down-using-ass,stop. I almost stopped once, but bit it horribly. But it didn't hurt, and was fun. I went up to a trail that crosses one, and then has a little outlet onto a less-steep-at-the-end trail. Unfortunately, I turned off the trail where it crossed the other, not at the outlet. So I'm going down a hill that's steeper than expected (Not too stepp, though. I was sticking on the not-so-steep 'cause it was my first time boarding in a while.), and I get to the end going somewhat fast, 'cause I can't turn enough to go down back and forth, and thereby slower, without falling. I turned to stop, and almost did. Now, to help you non-boarders, the way you stop a snowboard is to turn it horizontal, and put your weight on the uphill side, in this case my heel side. Then I hit a tiny little clump of snow, and my weight went to my toes. The board caught and stopped, but I didn't. I flew forward, my chest hit the ground, and my feet and legs came up over my back, but diidn't hit it. It didn't hurt, so that's good. My fall entertained a nearby group of guys, though. Of course, if I had landed closer to my face, it might've been a serious injury. First, my face'd hurt, second, I'd have been bending my spine a lot closer to my neck.
But I didn't get hurt, so it was fun.
Field trips = fun.
Especially when the Academic CHallenge team wasn't even originally scheduled to go. Our advisor figured that sicne she was going, the team should, too. The "Official" reason was the Mytholorgy is one of our categories in the team choice round. The trip was Latin III & IV going to see the "Mythology of Star Wars" exhibit that's touring from the Smithsonian adn is currently in a nearby museum. (No, the museum is not in Sandusky. I wish it was. At least then the town'd have some culture...)
The ride there was fun. The team took the back of one of the buses, and it;s always interesting when we're all together. Especially when the JV team is there, too. We have ways of linking topic together nobody ever would think of. On the way back, we went from a person with a name that likely caused much ridicule to menopause (And meno"stop", and meno"freeze frame", and meno"eject", etc.) to... I forget, but it was barely related.
We also shred bad jokes. "How many fleas does it take to screw in a light bulb? Two!", "Why was Helen Keller's hand purple? She heard it through the grapevine!" and such.
After getting through the Star Wars thing, which was actually somewhat interesting (I get the feeling that nobody could decide on one concept drawing of Amidala, so they used as many as possible in the film...), we went through the rest of the museum, in little groups. When I'm rich and build a mansion, I'm putting museum floors. Those things make the collest noises as you walk.
There was a Glass Art exhibit, which contained a punch bowl that is supposedly the largest single piece of cut glass in te world, created for the 1904 World's Fair. There was a lot of interesting art in the museum, but I noticed that 90% of all nuce figures were female, 9% were children, and I didn't find the other percent anywhere. Dissapointing, but understandable, given that most famous artists are male, and the female ones tend to be alive past the period where painting or sculpting nudes wasn't shocking. Ah well, it was art-y. That's the important part.
After looking at art for a while, (including a piece titled "Gay Above All" O.o) we went and got lunch at the museum cafeteria. It was really good. I got a pizza and a drink, and the pizza was really, really good. The first piece's cheeze was still really stretchy, 'cause they had to wait for more pizza to cook and bring it to me, so it was fresh out of the oven (Yet not too hot. ^____________^). The rest was good, but the cheese didn't stretch, which is good, 'cause after a point it starts to get annoying.
One of my freinds got fried chicken, baked potato, and vegetables that had been cooked somehow. She said that all of it was good, and that the vegetbles were the best cooked vegetables she ever had. That might be saying more about whoever cooks in her house than it is about the cooks at the museum, but I don't know. ^_^;;
I missed all of school but Hancy. And I'm a tad scared, 'cause I had fun in that class. See, we're just starting "A Midsummernight's Dream", and we're acting/directing Act 1 Scene 2 as a class. Directing is really, really fun. The actors left, and we decided on the time period, and what each character was like, except for one, because he had one line: "Here, Peter Quince!"
The actors were sent back in, and we directed them as they acted, the people who have been in plays more than others, 'cause we knew we could interrupt the actors as they read thier lines. Flute, ironically, was played by a girl, and we had decided that he was a kinda young man, trying to fit in with "the guys." Thus, after she read a line, we explained, and told her to "act as masculine as possible." So we went back a bit, and when she read her line, well, think of Haruka's voice, then go a tad lower. SHe was okay until "Nay, let fate not be that I play a woman!" She couldn't read it, and just started laughing.
We got through the scene a couple times, and then I got called down to the North entrance with everybody else who'd be going on the trip. (So I'm not the most chronological writer. Sue me. **Sees army of lawyers charging** I wasn't serious! **Army backs off**)
And now I'm home. Have been for a while, actually. ^_^;;
Well, I discovered anothe gay steryotype I don't fit.
I hate shopping for clothes.
At least, I hate shopping for clothes with my mom. I don't know about on my own, but I see no reason to buy more clothes, so...
I'm out of school early.
There was a water main break just outside of the schoool in the morning, and they fixed it, but there wasn't any normal water at school, everything that came out once the "fixing" was done was brown, and at higher pressure than usual.
Then the "fixed" pipe broke again, so tehy had to completely shut down the water system around the school, so, by law, we had to leave school early.
Darn. I was really looking forward to being "taught" Chemistry today...
Fwee...
Happy new year, I guess. I don't get what's so special about the change from Dec. 31 to Jan. 1... Think about it. An infinite number of new years started as you were reading that, it's just none of them are new calendar years.
That and the "celebration" in my house is nonexistant. Almost. We watch the ball drop, but that's it.
Ah well. It's not like I'd have fun if we did celebrate, since it'd seem pointless to me anyway, so...
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