Nipped from violacat!

If You Ruled the Land . . . by wackyweasel
Your first name:
How you gained your rule: Military coup, of course! They never saw it coming . . .Walked in and took the throne while they were at lunchRightful heir!!Strategic poisoning . . .Mind controlAsked for it really nicely, ‘pretty please’No idea . . .
Your title is: Your Royal Beauteous Grace on High
Your symbol is: a crown, because, um, you wear one
You rule from: a mansion always surrounded by storm clouds! Boom!
At your side is: your griffon steed, Simba
Your enforcers, troops, and guards are all: NINJAS!!!
Your most popular law is: Kareoke Wednesdays, with prizes! EVERYWHERE!!
Your least popular law is: Pinky swearing equals a binding contract
Your worst enemy is: those awful clashing tapestries in your great hall
Your popularity rating is:
Your chance of being overthrown is:

I think my Spanish writing skill has gone down ever since I discovered “lo” or “ello.” Those are the vague neutral “conceptural” pronouns, and I think they’re wrecking my writing. For one, I probably don’t have the seasoned discretion with them as I have of “what” or “this” in English. But before I became competent enough to use “this” and “what” in English, I avoided them. Probably that’s the best course of action for Spanish as well, since my other attempts to use juicy grammatical constructions already obfuscate my idiotically not-interesting ideas already.

I felt better yesterday, and now I’m feeling slightly sicker. Sleepier, I could say. More mucusy. Booooooooo.

Snoowowwwwwwdayyy. = time to do all the stuff I should’ve done during vacation but didn’t because I was either sick, lazy, or overly contemplative.

One thing I definitely didn’t do during vacation was start studying for Chem AP’s. Why? Because, by now, I’ve decided that every single chemistry exam consists of knowing well the stuff taught in class, and then blasted teaching yourself electrochemistry, acid-base, rudimentary organic stuff, and all those other chapters courses never ever get around to. Oh, and let’s not forget all those lab setups. Heavier than air (~29)? stick a tube into a bottle with a card over it. Lighter than air? stick a tube into a bottle over some water and make sure you read the barometer. Collecting some sort of reactive gas? stick a tube up a bottle.


And then, history. What did the first continental congress do? Plan the second one! After they discussed the intolerable acts, enumerated how those were a violation of their rights, and decided how to act as a cohesive group to regain those rights without even thinking about independence. Bllelaugh. Which nation was not part of the Iroquois Confederacy? The Anansi, because they were busy building adobe thingies in the southwest, not longhouses in the Northeast where they dazzled people with their Constitution.


And my C string has gone wonky.

Prince Hamlet thought Uncle a traitor
For having it off with his Mater
Revenge Dad or not?
That’s the gist of the plot,
And he did – nine soliloquies later.

Stanley J. Sharpless

I changed MSWord’s language setting to Spanish, and when I typed ande, it autocorrected it to anduve. Cool!


Vacation accomplishments:
1. Did not record orch excerpts.
2. Did not record Cello Suite.
3. Did not finish Hamlet.
4. Made calculator smell like corn muffin.
5. Drank about 3 kettles of water.
6. Eaten a lot of zinc and croissants.
7. Did not write essay.
8. Sorta relearned US History.
9. Started building a mountain out of tissues.
10. Watched Scrubs. yay.

Notable Interestings:

The ‘ping’ my laptop’s CD drive makes when it closes/opens is an F natural.
The ‘ping’ my imaginary-phantom doorbell makes is a B natural.

After having staven off a cold for two days, it finally crawled its way to the left side of my throat. Boo.

I’m trying Cold-Eeze for the first time–it seems to be a special form of zinc. Has anyone tried it, or any of the other “homeopathic” cold-shorteners (Zicam, Airborne, etc.)? All it’s done so far is to scratch a gaping hole in the roof of my mouth, which is not very pleasant.

[1.] Post a comment
[2.] I give you a letter
[3.] Post an entry with 10 things you like that start with that letter.

(No specific order)
-Nominative case

..this is hard. I shall edit.

AIMEyay! this time, I’ll get THREE right. pppfff.

urrrrrrrghhhhh SIGFIGS!!!!

I got into All-State. In fact, my teacher had already put me down as “definitely attending.” [wow, can we say invasion of Facebook jargon?]


I got in? with a score lower than last year’s???

I thought I played my best last year and ended up being 4 points shy; this year, my abominable Ab and F# minor (..who does that??) got me in.

Maybe all the good seniors graduated and half the people on the list didn’t show up. Hahaha.

I think I’m gonna go bother-bother-bother the guidance department to give me money for AP’s. “My favorite part was when he stopped moving!”

I’m tired.  *eats vitamin C, banana, and Linus Pauling and finishes up with a serving of Gibbs*

Hey look, I just ate Gibbs. There goes Masterton. 

I hate looking up things and then punching them into the calculator.  [i.e. Dear Problem Set, you suck.]

Uh…Happy integral from 0 to 2 of [sqrt(4-x^2)–0.5x] day tomorrow. B/c it’s like pi minus one, which is 2.14, you know.

I suppose I should also celebrate my half-year anniversary with 89. It’s now my perpetual partner (scary stalker, feverent fan-..goy) in math/sci assessments. Really, truly unbelievable. I forgot to stick +C at the end of an indefinate integral. ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. 

I wish 89 were more romantic. Like 98, with whom I woefully parted after last year’s Chem final. ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

*whine whine grumble grumble*

If I had a dollar every time someone gave me 60 cents, I’d be Canadian.

I think I hurt my right hip doing Yoga Stretches with Priscilla (the narden-esque old lady, in terms of body shape, though taller). It must’ve been that darned half angle stretch, or whatever it’s called. 

Me: Does an inflammed hip ever make your [hip parts] itch?
Dwee: No. Usually you get pain.
Me: Well, my [hip parts] itch. What do I have?
Dwee: Herpes.

On the topic of eating.

I have to write an essay about an interesting part of Costa Rican culture. After much rumination, I decided that the best topic would be on the region’s cuisine, ‘cuz food binds everyone but also reflects the cultural habits and climate specialties of a region, [[warm fuzzy UN happy stuff]], etc.

Trouble is, most sites say that Costa Ricans basically eat rice, beans, and fried starchy slices. …ehhhhhh. How am I supposed to write about that?

Maybe I’ll feign ignorance and talk about chinese food instead.