spring break
just ended. waaaay too early. i needed like two weeks. one for break, and one to study for the ap test coming up in less than a month. i ment to do it this week, but....i just didn't want to. which is bad, because i am so not ready. the sample problems i have are so hard. oh well, i'll just do a few problems every night.
i have become strangeley addicted to crossword puzzles and sudoku.
bored right now...rambling.
i got a mole removed the other day hwne th edoctor said it could be cancerous. i'm not worried, but i wouldn't be surprised if it was. i love the smell of sunscreen, but i'll only put on on coat to spend six hours in the sun, swimming or running around. what is, is. although i was worried about the gaping hole it left in my shoulder. i thought it was infected, but apparently it was just an ulcer, and it's healing niceley.
i haven't been able to write anything lateley. makes me sad.
fringe was back tuesday! awesome show. dollhouse is cool too. house lost its edge.
wow--bouncing around.
went to the sf ballet on thursday! amazing. i got to dress up in a gorgeous little black velvet cocktail dress and a pair of sexy pink heels, spend time in san francisco, and see the inside of the war memorial opera house (which, by the way, is beautiful), and i even snapped a picture of the dancers with my diana+ (here's hoping it comes out). my mom's boss gifted her the tickets--box seats. hey, if she wants to give us expensive things for free, i'm totally okay with it--the woman's loaded. apparently internet flash games are an incredibly lucrative business. go figure.
made muffins. nasty raisin bran from the box, delicious zucchini from the family recipie, and oh-my-god-orgasmic banana ones. bake as directed, but add 1 teaspoon banana extract after the flour, bake as muffins (not bread), and smear with peanut butter life you would frosting on a cupcake. yum yum yummy, in my tummy.
checked sat scores tuesday, only got a 2000. so screwed. (only have a gpa of 3.9, and that's only if i get all a's for the rest of the semester, which'll be difficult. i'm trying to get into uc berkeley, ucla, caltech, mit, columbia, princeton, stanford, and yale, with uc santa cruz and san francisco state as my safetey schools. at least i have the edge of being in-state for the uc cystem (not much of an edge, though), and a chick for those small engineering schools. i might as well not apply to stanford and the ivies, but hey, if i don't apply i definitely won't get in.
week from today a lecture on dark matter at berkeley! i loved the one i attended at the school a few months ago on black holes. i would kill and/or die to get into berkeley. but i'm terrified it's not going to happen...no. it has to happen. i will go. and if i don't get in as an undergrad....well, i want to be an astrophysist. i have my entire life to get into berekeley :] i just want it to happen for my undergrad so bad. i've never wanted anything this bad before. it's nice, but...if it doesn't happen, i just don't know what i'll do.
yeah, i'm kinda depressed lateley...
i want to do well in school, but somehow, the motivation's there but not. hard to explain. i guess it's just getting hard to make myself work. i need another break, i guess...
i want to be writing write now. i guess it's obvious, but i just can't sit and make a story flow right now...
i guess i'll just ramble on in my lj no one will ever see.
hmm...postsecret is up! (yay west coast time!)
i guess i'll work on homework
i have three essays i have to start on
one for invisible man (ralph ellison's novel, not the sci fi one. it's awful. i wouldn't wish it on anyone), one critiquing quintessence as an information source on dark matter (still have to finish that book. interesting, but an incredibly hard read), and one analyzing the presence of dark matter in philib pullman's his dark materials and whether or not it is an accurate representation of science in fiction (golden compass & sequels = best books in the world [followed by the complete hitchiker's guide to the galaxy collection and palahniuk's earlier novels, of course]). all for english. ack. this ap english class is freaking ridiculously hard, but at least i don't want to rip out and set fire to my brain stem just to have the excuse not to go to stoner seventh period english...ugh, that was just a special kind of hell perfect for the psychos of the world.
i really need to shave my legs...
i have become strangeley addicted to crossword puzzles and sudoku.
bored right now...rambling.
i got a mole removed the other day hwne th edoctor said it could be cancerous. i'm not worried, but i wouldn't be surprised if it was. i love the smell of sunscreen, but i'll only put on on coat to spend six hours in the sun, swimming or running around. what is, is. although i was worried about the gaping hole it left in my shoulder. i thought it was infected, but apparently it was just an ulcer, and it's healing niceley.
i haven't been able to write anything lateley. makes me sad.
fringe was back tuesday! awesome show. dollhouse is cool too. house lost its edge.
wow--bouncing around.
went to the sf ballet on thursday! amazing. i got to dress up in a gorgeous little black velvet cocktail dress and a pair of sexy pink heels, spend time in san francisco, and see the inside of the war memorial opera house (which, by the way, is beautiful), and i even snapped a picture of the dancers with my diana+ (here's hoping it comes out). my mom's boss gifted her the tickets--box seats. hey, if she wants to give us expensive things for free, i'm totally okay with it--the woman's loaded. apparently internet flash games are an incredibly lucrative business. go figure.
made muffins. nasty raisin bran from the box, delicious zucchini from the family recipie, and oh-my-god-orgasmic banana ones. bake as directed, but add 1 teaspoon banana extract after the flour, bake as muffins (not bread), and smear with peanut butter life you would frosting on a cupcake. yum yum yummy, in my tummy.
checked sat scores tuesday, only got a 2000. so screwed. (only have a gpa of 3.9, and that's only if i get all a's for the rest of the semester, which'll be difficult. i'm trying to get into uc berkeley, ucla, caltech, mit, columbia, princeton, stanford, and yale, with uc santa cruz and san francisco state as my safetey schools. at least i have the edge of being in-state for the uc cystem (not much of an edge, though), and a chick for those small engineering schools. i might as well not apply to stanford and the ivies, but hey, if i don't apply i definitely won't get in.
week from today a lecture on dark matter at berkeley! i loved the one i attended at the school a few months ago on black holes. i would kill and/or die to get into berkeley. but i'm terrified it's not going to happen...no. it has to happen. i will go. and if i don't get in as an undergrad....well, i want to be an astrophysist. i have my entire life to get into berekeley :] i just want it to happen for my undergrad so bad. i've never wanted anything this bad before. it's nice, but...if it doesn't happen, i just don't know what i'll do.
yeah, i'm kinda depressed lateley...
i want to do well in school, but somehow, the motivation's there but not. hard to explain. i guess it's just getting hard to make myself work. i need another break, i guess...
i want to be writing write now. i guess it's obvious, but i just can't sit and make a story flow right now...
i guess i'll just ramble on in my lj no one will ever see.
hmm...postsecret is up! (yay west coast time!)
i guess i'll work on homework
i have three essays i have to start on
one for invisible man (ralph ellison's novel, not the sci fi one. it's awful. i wouldn't wish it on anyone), one critiquing quintessence as an information source on dark matter (still have to finish that book. interesting, but an incredibly hard read), and one analyzing the presence of dark matter in philib pullman's his dark materials and whether or not it is an accurate representation of science in fiction (golden compass & sequels = best books in the world [followed by the complete hitchiker's guide to the galaxy collection and palahniuk's earlier novels, of course]). all for english. ack. this ap english class is freaking ridiculously hard, but at least i don't want to rip out and set fire to my brain stem just to have the excuse not to go to stoner seventh period english...ugh, that was just a special kind of hell perfect for the psychos of the world.
i really need to shave my legs...