Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Subject | "Five minute blog entry!"

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My father is really mean.

FIVE MINUTES AGO

Janice: (singing)
Dad: Is something the matter?
Janice: -_- I was singing.
Dad: Oh, I see.
Janice: That's very rude.
Dad: So did you know a very famous picture was stolen?
Janice: Scream?
Dad: :D :D :D
Janice: MRWAARGH THAT WAS LOOOOW WHAT KINDA FATHER ARE YOU *rant rant rant*
Dad: *smirk*

So I joined another fanlisting, and you can see the button up there ^ and her name is Haibara Ai and she's the eight year old holding the gun. Ain't she a cutie? ^_^

Found this parody of CoS that I wish I had found right after watching that movie. It reminds me of how much I'd like to murder Steven Kloves, but ignoring that, here's a line:

"Suddenly, from out of nowhere, there is a honking sound and the Ford Anglia returns.

RON: Yay! Good old Harrison, I knew you’d return someday!

HARRY: You named your car Harrison?

RON: Yeah, don’t you get it?"

Died. Lots of Star Wars references, particularly the point when a million voices cry out and.. yeah. :P

I have gmail invites. I have six to be precise. If you didn't know about Gmail, it's my presshus google's mailing system (like Yahoo mail but sexier) and it's wonderful. *sparkle* I currently have six invitations, so if you think you'd really use it, tell me if you want one. ^^ 1000 megabytes of space! I swear, it truly does sparkle.

Speaking of GMail, I get to see where I have the most e-mails logged in from.. and I have over 170 conversations that I categorize under Draco x Hermione. I think there's something wrong with me.

And why do people keep calling Lucius Malfoy Luscious Malfoy?

You know that I have an art final tomorrow, which is why I'm blogging. Meh on you.

I have yet to read Crime and Punishment. Jessie's read it, which makes me guilty.

So I had to give my father the online password to my bank account the other day because - well, I don't know why, but I think he was putting money in. And my password happens to be this really long phrase in Japanese. Hey, it's my cash. Gotta be careful.

Father (reading off the fax): Exactly what is this? Is this English?
Janice: A very complicated password.
Father: Why does this sound vaguely .. Jap-
Janice: Oh wouldja look at the time. Got everything, Dad? BYEEEEEEEEEE.
Father: ..

::watching Olympics closing ceremony::

Wow. Did anyone else think that the Chinese girls with the zither-ish instruments - the ones swinging their hips and bending forward with great big wide smiles - kinda looked like an advertisement for a brothel? Maybe it was the crotch level skirt of their dresses. It was vaguely terrifying.

Well, it should be interesting. I've never seen an Asian Olympics and must say that it's a scary thought. I think.

We played a game at the last Key Club officer training session - you know, someone puts a label on your back and you have to try to figure out who you are by asking other people.

<3 for Mr. Thomson. He put one on my back that he knew I'd get.

Q: "Am I a literary character?"
A: "Yes."
Q: "Am I famous?"
A: ".. Among a select kind of people."
Q: o.O "Like what?"
A: "Nerds."

Turns out that I was Frodo Baggins. :P Stacy was The Rock, btw, which she did not get .. but who would? Later, the people who didn't figure out who they were went up alone to make guesses to the masses.

Guy (Snow White): "Um, someone said I'm political and somewhat old fashioned."
Us: O.x
Mr. Thomson: "Er, so who do you guess?"
Guy: "Monica Lewinsky?"
Us: [die]

He was dead serious, too. :P

I've only met Mr. Thomson's son before, but I met his daughter too that day. And here's what everyone says about his house, and it's absolutely true: it's the house from Leave it to Beaver. (So they say, as I've never actually seen that show.) Minus the white picket fence. And of course the rest of this entry is about Mr. Thomson because I think he's the greatest, so if you didn't have him, welcome to boredom for the rest of the entry. Hey, I warned you.

His new house has a lion's head fountain in the front. Thankfully, he did not install it. My respect remains. At any rate, it's tract housing which is not my favorite thing but who cares bout me?, very pretty, very nice, and .. yeah. He has paintings and pictures everywhere, btw - he has nice taste in decoration. And really nice granite countertop kitchen. So what? :P

We knew it was his house when we got to the door. There was a baseball lying by the door very carefully labeled DANIEL. Ahahaha.

Daniel Thomson, btw, happens to be about six and is in kindergarten. And he's just ADORABLE. He came home from school and played it up.

[Daniel brings ice cream over to Mr. Thomson so that his father can open the wrapper]
Mr. Thomson: "Is this for me?"
[Daniel shakes his head very quickly]
Mr. Thomson: >.>
[Mr. Thomson unwraps the ice cream bar and proceeds to open his mouth very wide]
Daniel: O.O

He took the ice cream and RAN. What an adorable kid.

Oh, and his daughter.. I think her name is Rebecca, but my memory is a little fuzzy on hers as it wasn't imprinted on a baseball. She's in 4th grade at Saugus elementary, I think.

[Rebecca comes over, hands inside her shirt, obviously holding something]
Janice: Oh, hi! What do you got there?
Rebecca: MY HAMSTER!
[Rebecca proceeds to pull out a hamster - live and quivering - from her shirt]
Janice: O.O
Stacy: OMG HOW CYUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE LOVE LOVE SMOOCH CAN I HOLD?
Rebecca: Sureee!
[Stacy cuddles the hamster]
Janice: Wow, it's not biting.
Rebecca: He's a good hamster!
Janice: AWWW.
Stacy: AWWW.

For two completely different reasons. Anyway, Mr. Thomson seemed like a very patient, calm, and kind father - the one who sets rules, has them obeyed, and yet can be got around anyway. :P He sent his daughter to horseback riding camp this summer. Scratch that - horseback riding and VIOLIN camp. All in one. It's a specialty thing. :P

[children shrieking]
Mr. Thomson: Becca! Daniel! You two are allowed to play in here, but remember, while this is going on, you two should be a little quieter and play outside instead.
Children: mkay. [they leave]
[two seconds later]
*CRASH*
Mr. Thomson: ... Becca? Daniel?
Becca's voice: HE STARTED IT!
Daniel's voice: SHE'S LYING, SHE DID.
[Key Club Exec Board dies.]

His wife took care of it. ^_^ And as it turns out, it seems I can't TA for him, as he thinks he has a conference period during period 1. Unless I TA for period 2 instead and switch English classes.

I can feel Christina breathing down my neck. I think I'll try to TA for Pauer instead. :P

When we were leaving, some of us crammed into Mr. Thomson's office. And there you see his Republican side truly unveiled. He has a printout of President Bush and Laura Bush, which looks so much like the picture my family got of Kerry & Edwards thanking my family for our donation to the DNC that I wonder if he didn't donate to the RNC. Creepy :P He also has a picture of several very old men standing in front of a building, which on closer inspection turn out to be Reagan, Carter, and a couple other presidents (I forget who) smiling together.

He also has a framed napkin with the logo, "Let's give JFK a Republican Congress." He said it's genuine.

I threatened to sell it and donate the money to the Kerry campaign. Thomson cracks me up.

And with that, I go to work on my art final. Mua. Nike fixing her sandal, anyone?

Oh, that reminds me, who here watched Gladiator? Because it turns out they used real Roman emperors. Marcus Aurelius ruled with his co-ruler, Lucius Ferrel (father of the little boy in the movie who's Commodus' nephew), who died early on in the reign, and then passed the throne onto his son Commodus, who was murdered two years later. Funny how that works out. :P Maximus is not mentioned anywhere, but hey. I would know because they're mentioned in my art book.. Marcus Aurelius on horseback, you see, is a very famous bronze sculpture. He's green. And with that, I truly depart.

*QUICK EDIT*

JESUS CHRIST I JUST FOUND THE SECOND CRICKET IN TWO DAYS IN THE COMPUTER ROOM WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE BUGGY BASTARDS DOING IN HERE AND EVEN WHEN I FLUSH THEM DOWN THE TOILET THEY COME BACK AND IF I FIND ONE OF THESE FUCKERS IN MY BEDROOM THEN THEY'RE GOING TO DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE.

Not that they don't die if I find them out of my bedroom. But they're SICK and I just caught one fight now - obviously - and the only thing dividing him and me was a thin layer of Kleenex, and I swear to god, it was warm. EW. That and it was twitching, hoping to escape death.

Fat chance. I turned the kleenex (I was using about ten) and squished. BLECK. And back to my art final, because I have 36 art images to name, date, and classify tomorrow along with three papers, all of which I have not done. So bye.

Posted by Kylara @ 11:28 PM PST [38 have fallen.]

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Subject | "Schedule"

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Post your schedule here so we can compare. Be nice!

Period 1: Photo 1 (I'm dropping this)
Period 2: AP English Literature (McNiff)
Period 3: AP Computer Science AB (Weiser)
Period 4: AP Statistics (Teng) - good god, right before lunch -_-
Period 5: AP Economics (Fahad)
Period 6: AP Chemistry (Thompson)

I'm dropping Photo for a T.A. position. My #1 choice is Thomson :) but if not, then I'm fine with asking Ms. Pauer.

Since I'm dropping Photo anyway, I was considering bumping my TA period into second period .. and then taking AP Literature first period. After all, it seems like everyone else is in period 1. :P But Christina is whining. :> Who should I listen to?

Should I:
- Take AP Gov? Bleh, it sounds nasty. But I mean, what's the point in not taking it after all this time?
- Take AP Chemistry? I saw Vache today and HE'S taking it too, and he also said that it's the hardest of the science AP's. Joy. Just what I wanted to hear.

Posted by Kylara @ 05:49 PM PST

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Subject | "Blame Canada!"

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Here is the long and self piteous entry on Canada. Well, really, what were you expecting? :P Don't blame me if it's boring, blame the All-Korean tour bus.

Btw. I dedicate this entry to my iPod. It faithfully served me through out the entire trip, and saved my sanity by drowning out the mess of Korean that kept trying to break through into my life. Thank you, my iPod. You even survived when that silly Korean kid told me that iPods were bad and didn't sell very well. *smooch* [the rest]

Posted by Kylara @ 08:43 PM PST