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I've developed the unfortunate habit of dressing to entertain myself on days during which I don't plan to see anyone. It's unfortunate because I always see people and my dressing to entertain myself is usually pretty obscene. It's kind of fun, though.
My cat bit me this morning. I have a hard core mark on my face.
I called all of Earth Service Corps this morning for this 4th of July recycling business. On this new phone I got for fifty cents at the Rotary Auction. But apparently it's way more rotary than I thought, that is, when you press a number instead of beeping like a normal phone it clicks, different length clicks for different numbers. This is cool but I have no idea how to change it and it makes dialing take forever because you have to wait for each number to do its little clicky dance sequence and you can't use it for those messages that say "If you like apples, press one" or more acurately "If you want to leave a message for Noah, press three". So anyway the calling thing took a long time because of this. I used to like calling big groups of people, or tell myself I did, but now it just makes me want to kill myself. Yet I always volunteer to call lists of people because... I dunno it's a good feeling to feel so instrumental. And maybe it's just a little fun to feel self-sacrificing.
Mr. Gans took away the deadline for my summer homework. Which means I'll never finish. I love my work ethic. I should be making flash cards.
I made both my piano students cry at their last lessons. Individually. The end of school is just a stressful time for everybody, and I mean gosh it's pretty cruel of me to make them practice with a metranome. Also some lessons back Reynolds, my boy student, said to me, "Oh, how I despise you." At least he's articulate. But so now I'm sort of worried because their mother doesn't seem to be calling me back and I was sort of couting on this for some summer income. And if I don't get paid by other people I will be forced to work for my mother. Oh God.
I've spent too much time reading things better than my livejournal and now I feel sort of guilty producing my level of content. But it's weird since there are a lot of different types of writing that I feel inferior to and I can't try to be like all of them. It's just sort of gross since it makes livejournaling less of an outlet.
Speaking of reading things better than my livejournal, I was up til 3:00 last night reading Achewood. I have now, as far as I know, read every Achewood comic ever made. Why?
Some kid is fixing my computer tomorrow. I'm so psyched. It crashes every time someone dies of hunger in Africa.
I've already half-conciously started looking for interp scripts next year. It's terrible. I even got the script of the duo that I hope won nationals, which also included a bunch of other short plays, sort of hoping it would have an untouched gem for meee. But why am I doing this? It's freaking summer! I just don't know what to do with the gaping chasm in my life that used to be duo.
Oh hey I didn't get into Caberet. I couldn't sing at my audition. That is, I sang, but terribly. See it's not fair to make people sing with laryngitis. Toby and Sean did, though, (CONGRATULATIONS SEAN! By the way Sean, I love you. And your stupid calcetines videos. Which I just watched an outrageous number of times.) and Ramona and Katie and some other people that are obviously cooler than me. Actually I'm not that bitter I just wish I could have tried out without a cold so I would know if I'm really not good enough or if it was just my lack of voice. Oh plus the whole having just learned my monologue because I couldn't talk for the week before my audition and therefore couldn't practice. So yeah stupid cold I hate you.
I recieved two more seat back information packets from the nice planes going to and from Salt Lake City. I was sitting next to a flight attendant on the way back, too. I am way sneaky. I now have nine in my collection, and the coolest one is from China. No wait, the flight attendant was next to Sean. Oh well, same row. Still sneaky.
I need to finish my English homework so that I can get out of the I Live in a Cave mentality and talk to some of the people on my 19-person People to See list.
Last night my mother and I realized that there is a lyric mistake that might go back generations in our family in the song "I See the Moon" that involves glowing oak trees.
I have a list of my top fourteen Achewood strips if anyone wants it. Like to get started easy, you know. Oh good lord what am I saying.
The phone I got at the auction, by the way, is pink.
There's this 2002 holiday card from the Fraga family on one of my bookshelves and every so often when I'm sitting here I look over at it and it's like "Woah. That's a lot of Fragas."
It might work out for me to work at peace camp after all this year. I hope so.
I wish I was friends with Sean's friend Aubrey he seemed like a nice chap.
I've started really liking it when people match. This started with matching duo suits. They were really common at nationals and really cool. But we may have been the only duo team in berets. It was fun to ride the rail system in our matching suits and berets and pretend to be French school children.
I think my second favorite movie is Madeline.
I'm really excited to be taking French next year.
Karen King called me yesterday. Karen King is one of my least favorite people in the world. She is the mother of a kid in choir and she is personally responsible for my B in history, clear-cutting of the Amazon rainforests, and the current war on Iraq. She called about me marching with the choir in the parade. She also sent an email on the same subject. The first line of it was, "Are you ready for some fun?" No, Karen. I would rather eat my own liver. Actually that's a lie. And pretty gross. Sorry.
Oh yeah grades. I got mine, except my English grade which is currently an incomplete. I got all As except for the history B. Which means I got an A in chemestry. I didn't think it was possible. I was wrong. Woo!
I need to practice piano more. That's a theme. My I Live in a Cave mentality apparently doesn't include the piano in the cave. Pity. I'll go practice when I finish these flashcards. Which is funny because I haven't started them. I think it's time.
My self-righteous vegan friends are getting to me. Oat milk is pretty good.
Bye guys.
Love.
My cat bit me this morning. I have a hard core mark on my face.
I called all of Earth Service Corps this morning for this 4th of July recycling business. On this new phone I got for fifty cents at the Rotary Auction. But apparently it's way more rotary than I thought, that is, when you press a number instead of beeping like a normal phone it clicks, different length clicks for different numbers. This is cool but I have no idea how to change it and it makes dialing take forever because you have to wait for each number to do its little clicky dance sequence and you can't use it for those messages that say "If you like apples, press one" or more acurately "If you want to leave a message for Noah, press three". So anyway the calling thing took a long time because of this. I used to like calling big groups of people, or tell myself I did, but now it just makes me want to kill myself. Yet I always volunteer to call lists of people because... I dunno it's a good feeling to feel so instrumental. And maybe it's just a little fun to feel self-sacrificing.
Mr. Gans took away the deadline for my summer homework. Which means I'll never finish. I love my work ethic. I should be making flash cards.
I made both my piano students cry at their last lessons. Individually. The end of school is just a stressful time for everybody, and I mean gosh it's pretty cruel of me to make them practice with a metranome. Also some lessons back Reynolds, my boy student, said to me, "Oh, how I despise you." At least he's articulate. But so now I'm sort of worried because their mother doesn't seem to be calling me back and I was sort of couting on this for some summer income. And if I don't get paid by other people I will be forced to work for my mother. Oh God.
I've spent too much time reading things better than my livejournal and now I feel sort of guilty producing my level of content. But it's weird since there are a lot of different types of writing that I feel inferior to and I can't try to be like all of them. It's just sort of gross since it makes livejournaling less of an outlet.
Speaking of reading things better than my livejournal, I was up til 3:00 last night reading Achewood. I have now, as far as I know, read every Achewood comic ever made. Why?
Some kid is fixing my computer tomorrow. I'm so psyched. It crashes every time someone dies of hunger in Africa.
I've already half-conciously started looking for interp scripts next year. It's terrible. I even got the script of the duo that I hope won nationals, which also included a bunch of other short plays, sort of hoping it would have an untouched gem for meee. But why am I doing this? It's freaking summer! I just don't know what to do with the gaping chasm in my life that used to be duo.
Oh hey I didn't get into Caberet. I couldn't sing at my audition. That is, I sang, but terribly. See it's not fair to make people sing with laryngitis. Toby and Sean did, though, (CONGRATULATIONS SEAN! By the way Sean, I love you. And your stupid calcetines videos. Which I just watched an outrageous number of times.) and Ramona and Katie and some other people that are obviously cooler than me. Actually I'm not that bitter I just wish I could have tried out without a cold so I would know if I'm really not good enough or if it was just my lack of voice. Oh plus the whole having just learned my monologue because I couldn't talk for the week before my audition and therefore couldn't practice. So yeah stupid cold I hate you.
I recieved two more seat back information packets from the nice planes going to and from Salt Lake City. I was sitting next to a flight attendant on the way back, too. I am way sneaky. I now have nine in my collection, and the coolest one is from China. No wait, the flight attendant was next to Sean. Oh well, same row. Still sneaky.
I need to finish my English homework so that I can get out of the I Live in a Cave mentality and talk to some of the people on my 19-person People to See list.
Last night my mother and I realized that there is a lyric mistake that might go back generations in our family in the song "I See the Moon" that involves glowing oak trees.
I have a list of my top fourteen Achewood strips if anyone wants it. Like to get started easy, you know. Oh good lord what am I saying.
The phone I got at the auction, by the way, is pink.
There's this 2002 holiday card from the Fraga family on one of my bookshelves and every so often when I'm sitting here I look over at it and it's like "Woah. That's a lot of Fragas."
It might work out for me to work at peace camp after all this year. I hope so.
I wish I was friends with Sean's friend Aubrey he seemed like a nice chap.
I've started really liking it when people match. This started with matching duo suits. They were really common at nationals and really cool. But we may have been the only duo team in berets. It was fun to ride the rail system in our matching suits and berets and pretend to be French school children.
I think my second favorite movie is Madeline.
I'm really excited to be taking French next year.
Karen King called me yesterday. Karen King is one of my least favorite people in the world. She is the mother of a kid in choir and she is personally responsible for my B in history, clear-cutting of the Amazon rainforests, and the current war on Iraq. She called about me marching with the choir in the parade. She also sent an email on the same subject. The first line of it was, "Are you ready for some fun?" No, Karen. I would rather eat my own liver. Actually that's a lie. And pretty gross. Sorry.
Oh yeah grades. I got mine, except my English grade which is currently an incomplete. I got all As except for the history B. Which means I got an A in chemestry. I didn't think it was possible. I was wrong. Woo!
I need to practice piano more. That's a theme. My I Live in a Cave mentality apparently doesn't include the piano in the cave. Pity. I'll go practice when I finish these flashcards. Which is funny because I haven't started them. I think it's time.
My self-righteous vegan friends are getting to me. Oat milk is pretty good.
Bye guys.
Love.