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Another Quiz From Lindsey

Aug. 10th, 2007 | 09:46 am

Current Mood:

bouncy

Muzak: "Sexyback" Justin Timberlake

001. I miss somebody right now.
002. I watch more tv than I used to.
003. I love olives.
004. I love sleeping.
005. I own a home.
006. I wear glasses or contact lenses.
007. I love to play video games.
008. I've done something illegal.
009. I've watched porn movies.
010. I have been in a threesome.
011. I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
012. I like my handwriting.
013. I have acne-free skin.
014. I like and respect Al Sharpton.
015. I curse frequently.
016. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.
017. I have a hobby.
018. I've been to another country.
019. I carry my knife/razor/whip/pipe/sword/whatever weapon you want here everywhere with me.
020. I'm really, really smart.
021. I've never broken anyone else's bones.
022. I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.
023. I love rain.
024. I'm paranoid at times.
025. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100 safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
026. I need money right now.
027. I love sushi.
028. I talk really, really fast sometimes.
029. I have fresh breath in the morning.
030. I have long hair.
031. I have lost money in Las Vegas.
032. I have at least one Brother and/or Sister.
033. I was born in a country outside of the U.S.
034. I shave my legs.
035. I have a twin.
037. I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
038. I like the way that I look.
039. I have lied to a good friend in the past 6 months.
040. I know how to do cornrows.
041. I am usually pessimistic.
042. I have mood swings.
043. I think prostitution should be legalized.
044. I think Britney Spears is pretty.
045. I have cheated on a significant other.
046. I have a hidden talent.
047. I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.
048. I've been sexually intimate with less than ten people
049. I am currently single.
050. I have kissed someone of the same sex.
051. I enjoy talking on the phone.
052. I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
053. I love to shop.
054. I would rather shop than eat.
055. I would classify myself as ghetto.
056. I'm bourgeoisie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.
057. I'm obsessed with my diary.
058. I don't hate anyone.
059. I'm a pretty good dancer.
060. I don't think Mike Tyson raped Desiree Washington.
061. I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
062. I have a cell phone.
063. I watch MTV on a daily basis.
065. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
067. I have never been in a real relationship before.
068. I've rejected someone before.
069. I currently have a crush on someone.
070. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
071. I want to have children in the future.
072. I have changed a diaper before.
073. I've had the cops called on me before.
074. I bite my nails.
075. I am a member of the Tom Green fan club.
076. I'm not allergic to anything deadly.
077. I have a lot to learn.
078. I have dated someone at least 10 years older or younger.
079. I plan on seeing Ice Cube's newest "Friday" movie.
080. I am very shy around the opposite sex.
081. I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.
082. I have at least 5 away messages saved.
083. I have been rejected by someone.
084. I have made a move on a friend's significant other in the past.
085. I own the "South Park" movie.
086. I have avoided work to play on OD.
087. When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum.
088. I enjoy country music.
089. I really care about my best friends.
090. I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.
091. I watch soap operas whenever I can.
092. I'm obsessive, anal retentive, and often a perfectionist.
093. I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
094. I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
095. I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story".
096. Halloween is awesome.
097. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and like it.
098. I have dated a close friend's ex.
099. I'm happy as of this moment.
100. I have gone scuba diving.
101. I've had a crush on somebody you have never met.
102. I've kissed someone I knew I shouldn't.
103. I play a musical instrument.
104. I strongly dislike math.
105. I'm procrastinating on something right now.
106. I own and use a library card.
107. I fall in "lust" more than in "love."
108. Cheese enchiladas rock my socks.
109. I think The Lord of the Rings is one of the greatest movies/books ever.
110. I'm obsessed with the tv show "The O.C."
111. I am resentful that I have to grow up.
112. I am an entirely different person around different people.
113. I think the world would be a better place if people just smiled more often.
114. I think ramen is one of the best foods in the whole world.
115. I am suffering of a broken heart.
116. I am a nerd.
117. No matter where I am or who I'm with, I always seem to be lonely.
118. I am left handed and proud of it.
119. I try not to change who I am for someone.
120. My heart resides below my feet.
121. I have had sex with someone I was not in a relationship with.
122. I enjoy smoothies.
123. I have had major surgery.
124. I have adopted a pet from the SPCA.
125. I am listening to Radiohead right now.
126. Some people call me by a nickname.
127. I once stole a music stand.
128. I like pumpkin pie.
129. I love NASCAR!
130. I own over 200 CDs.
131. I work 7 days a week.
132. I have mono.
132. I don't have the ability to make decisions without changing my mind.
132.5. I have the ability to make decisions without changing my mind.
133. People tell me I have a horrible sense of humor.
134. I'm still in my PJs.
135. I'm looking for love in all the wrong places.
136. I have a tendency to fall for the wrong boys, or have them fall for me, so I can't help but reciprocate.
137. I'll try anything three times.
138. Done drugs other than alcohol or cannabis.
139. I'm having trouble sleeping.
140. I am a cuddler.
141. I love John Waters films.
142. I have made a pornographic videotape.
143. Sloth is my favorite deadly sin.
144. One of my boobs is bigger than the other
145. I know all the words to the "Firefly" theme song.
146. I love Dr. Pepper
147. I'm a programmer.
148. I can't explain why I'm unhappy at times.
149. I own and have read all of the Harry Potter books.
150. I like to smell my own hair.
151. I carry a book with me almost everywhere I go.
152. I have an eating disorder.
153. I have flown to a different country to see a band.
154. I have been hospitalized for "mental issues".
155. I have survived totaling a car I was driving.
156. I am addicted to a Manga/anime.
157. Somehow I always seem to get myself into trouble
158. I have dated someone for longer than 5 years
159. I love Eric Szmanda
160. I have lived in three different countries.
161. I have tattoos
162. I have lost someone I cared about deeply.
163. I've filled out an obscenely long quiz.
164. I am not human until I have had some form of caffeine.
165. I cannot use can openers.
166. I can write with both hands.
167. I Heart Taking back Sunday.
168. I can’t sit still for more than an hour.
169. I get writer's block a lot.
170. I don't deserve to be here as much as my brother.
171. I lied on this. Only once though.
172. I hate my life, even though I know I shouldn't.
173. I feel like I have no chance with any one.
174. I use the term "that's stupid" a lot.
175. I have a crush on someone I know I shouldn't.
176. I've seen a close friend 'nekkid'.
176.5 (And I liked it...)
177. I eat most everything with chopsticks.
178. I have a secret love for musicals.
179. While I’ve done some questionable things, I do know where to draw the line (I think).

I bolded some stuff but it looks like it didn't transfer. So, you know what? Fuck that. Nobody looks at everyone else's answers, anyway.

Bleh

Jun. 16th, 2007 | 07:10 pm

Current Mood:

chipper

Muzak: Paul McCartney's "Dance Tonight"

No summer fun for me this year. Instead of my usual Lake Huron and Lake Vanetten routine this year, I'm totally stuck in the Traverse City area working at K-Mart and not frolicking in the waters of the mighty Huron. Bleh!

On the plus-side, I'm making moneys and friendsies, and in July I'm going to Debate Camp at MSU. I'm a nerd! Hooray!

Paul McCartney's new album = bliss. I <3 Macca.

Um, I just turned 17, so that was fun. Oh, journal...how I neglect you. *purr*

Yep.

aslkfjad!

Oct. 7th, 2006 | 08:15 pm

Current Mood:

geeky

Muzak: Led Zeppelin: "Over the Hills and Far Away"

2 Songs Sung - Sing A Song

AWW, LOOKIT MY PRETTY TIGER!

Mar. 30th, 2006 | 09:53 am

Current Mood:

tired

Muzak: The Wailin' Jennys: "Saucy Sailor"

Other than that it's just Spring Break and tomorrow I'm seeing a Red Wings game with my Uncle Mike. Might see a play with my cousin Molly in it while I'm down there.

Still writing like crazy, started several new stories, haven't finished any old ones in forever...

Tags: omg!

omg cobwebs!

Sep. 15th, 2005 | 06:37 am

Current Mood:

discontent

Muzak: the sounds of the first bus scaring the crap out of me

I start off a lot of my entries with that saying. It's because my life is really dull, and when I do get interested about something, it's usually trivial. For example: the reason I decided to update today was not because I hate school, life or people, or that I'm giddy about any of the aforementioned subjects. It's because I felt guilty for not updating, and having lame updates.

God, I'll bet if Ghandi had a deadjournal he wouldn't abuse the privelage like this. I ought to be ashamed of myself. Damnit.

Well, if I have to talk about school, I guess I'll talk about how the first three days of school had me guessing which teachers I'd hate and soforth, and ended with my literature teacher crying because we reminded her of her daughter that committed suicide by hanging herself (or something like that). Purely rumor I heard from my brother, who hated her. And she hates him, from what I can gather.

The bus should be here any minute. Two of them go around my subdivision. Scares the crap out of me every time. First bus goes around and I start crying. By the time the second one rolls up my face is puffy, I've wet myself, and I'm chafing. Makes for long, miserable days.

Sidenote: I woke up spooning my pillow again. Pillow is getting more love than anybody ELSE in my house. Especially me!

Why the FUCK don't I have a boyfriend? Not that I'm trying to be dependent or anything, but it boggles my mind how so many people can enjoy my company, and not a single one would like to be near me one-on-one. Chicka-a-hombre. It makes my teeth rattle to consider it all. The only boys that aren't afraid of me, are gay. It's like I'm a really rough tomboy or something, and only gay guys and girls know that, like every tough girl, I'm a pussycat on the inside. Oh, if my inner pussycat, it would be named Sugar AND Capt. Jack. In honor of Roadie and Melissa, pluggin' away in G'bush and H'ville. You go, girls.

Two minutes before I have to leave for bus-time. That sucks major high-school butt.

My "short story" is now over 850 pages long. I know it's "quality" and not "quantity," but damn! Cutesy story gone WILD! Suddenly there's angst and soap opera amnesia, and I'm making people pregnant just so I don't have to sa goodbye to my characters and it's--time to leave.

Screw you guys, I'm going to school.

Quote-of-the-post: "Mmm-hmmmm!" <---to pull this off, you have to say that like a saucy black woman.

omg

Jun. 22nd, 2005 | 10:28 am

Current Mood:

happy

Muzak: a song im tryin to write

My birthday was the 11th! Yay! I'm not sure if I went through all the sweet shiznit I already got. "Naked Lunch" the book, "Magical Mystery Tour" CD, and "Spiral" the book. See, "Spiral" is the sequel to "Ring" and it's nothing like the movie "ring 2" or whatever they decided to call it. It was good. Lent it to Lindsey to read it.

Maggie can't come over until late July or August :( I'm trying to convince Lindsey to come over for the Fourth of July since my family throws a huge party for it, but it isn't sounding good. My crazy family would probably traumatize her anyway. Or, just my luck, a freak typhoon will swoop through and make the weather crappy while she's there.

My daddy and I went to the Pat Benatar concert! It was great; I sang songs and learned songs. The opening act, Oppera, was pretty sweet. I think I'll pick up their CDs. There's only two, and they played stuff from both. It was all good so I'll just grab some of that and tap it XD

I got a Pat Benatar tank top (because I own no tank tops and this one had a sweet symbol [think like a cross between a P/B with a crown and the symbol Prince converted to when he stopped being Prince] on the front).

And then, on Monday, the day of the concert, I ordered my John Lennon Converse All Star Chuck Taylors sweet sneakers. They had free shipping, which thrilled me to no ends. I was supposed to get my package in 4-5 days. On Tuesday I got an email that said I would be getting my package on the 22nd, Wednesday, for no additional charge. Sometime around four o' clock on Tuesday, UPS delivered my shoes. Overnight awesomeness, anyone?

MY SHOES FUCKING ROCK.

omfg

Jun. 10th, 2005 | 07:26 pm

Current Mood:

cheerful

Muzak: Sleater-Kinney: "Step Aside"

Community service is painful.

They changed the law in Michigan (again) so that high school kids can't get the MEAP scholarship award unless they have 40 hours of community service by the time they graduate their senior year. Lucky me.

So on Wednesday, the day after I technically could have stopped showing up for school, Zach Daugherty and I showed up at the school and did some gardening with Lindsey. Zach was so funny XD He found these cool spear-like plants and hurled them out of the garden as he pulled them up with a strange war-like "ooga chaka" thing. It made me giggle every time. We got into a few fights with the spear-plants. I ran over a thorn branch and then we made these sweet crowns out of tree branches and lilacs/yellowflowers. They looked so pretty we made one for Miss Mahaffy and Mrs. Reisig. We declared Mrs. Reisig the "Shepard of the Earth Children." She was, needless to say, immensely pleased.

I had helped Maggie plan a car wash at the Rotary Park to raise money for Sudan and the genocide there. The car wash was loads of fun. We jumped around, holding signs just up and down the road from the Rotary Park. People stopped. We had cars honk at us, and we scrubbed cars poorly. Some people were generous, and some were just dirty old men. Still, every effort was exhausted, and we made $557 to send to UNICEF to help aid 16,666 children and prevent them from going blind.

Today was the last day of school. Technically only those who have to take exams had to show up. I didn't have to show up, but I did to help finish the garden. *sigh* Zach didn't show up, so I had to do it alone and my back is KILLING ME. It hurts so bad. My legs were all achey, and nothing feels good. I just ache. I have hives on my arms and my legs are shaky. Community service hurts!

So I rewarded myself! ^_^

It was somebody's bright idea to go see a movie today at one of the theaters near a mall (so we could buy candy and sneak it in). So we showed up at a dollar store after many much hours determining who I was getting a ride with and who I'd be getting money from as my daddy wasn't coming home with money.

He showed up at the last second and gave me 20 dollars. Adam's mommy gave me a ride to the movies and back, with Neil, Andrew, and Adam. We had fun. "The Longest Yard" was a funny movie; go see it.

Gave Lindsey "Spiral," so I hope she reads it.

He was like, "Oh, my balls!" XDD!

Neil and I had knee-sex in the theater and on the ride home. Andrew and he had bought cap guns. They show them at each other. We committed triple-suicide. We waved the guns at cars passing by and acted like jackasses. It. Was. Great.

Another short/sweet Beatles fic on the net.

http://free.hostultra.com/~sjwstation/dazania.html

You don't have to read it, but go vote for it and say it's wonderful. And if Beatles fanfiction isn't your thing, don't read it 'cause I don't want to hear you bitch about it.

omg must learn "Oh!" on guitar! YAY SLEATER-KINNEY!

"Did you invite Maggie to the movies with us?"

"Oh, I asked her but she said she was busy with Pony Club stuff."

"Ah--"

"Mrawrblehabahbahbahbah--I'M A PONY!"

"XD!"

Heh

Jun. 1st, 2005 | 08:59 pm

Current Mood:

bouncy

Muzak: Janis Joplin: "Cry Baby"

Today's me daddy's birthday! He turns fifty.

My birthday is coming up as well. Auntie Mindy won't be here for the big day, so she bought me a couple of YELLOW SUBMARINE dollies today! Yay for George and Ringo! They're bitchin', as usual. *pout* Suncoast didn't have the '60s cartoon George and Ringo. But I need full sets. *pouts again*

I'm at a loss at what to say.

Just finished redoing our "Instructions for People Deserted on an Island (ala "Lord of the Flies") project for literature.

My head is blood. On a stick.

The name of our project?

"Martha Stewart Living.

On a rock.

In the ocean.

With a stick."

Inside we give the scoop on how to dance around corpses and hunt mijjits.

Oh, my dear reader, if I could only share my awesome piccies of my stick-people drawings...*sigh* Another day, m'loves. Another day.

Haha. Alex met a mijjit today. I squished it for him and earned a kissy kiss.

omg its so hott in here. lemme TAKE OFF ALL MY CLOTHES.

I'm so bored. I guess I'll just be random on here. It's not like anyone besides Lindsey and Doug reads anyway.

HI DOUG. HI LINDSEY.

ugh. me hot. me need ice.

Mmm, ice.

Grrowl.

I <3 Janis Joplin.

PAT BENATAR HERE I COME

Hehe. Come.

We love you Daugherty,
Oh yes we do!
We love you Daugherty,
and we'll be true!

When you're not near us,
we're blue!
Oh, Daugherty,
we love you!

2 Songs Sung - Sing A Song

For Dougie

Apr. 27th, 2005 | 05:54 pm

Current Mood:

artistic

Muzak: Neil Young: "Harvest Moon"

Reading it all, eh? Well, I don't think I've said anything I regret. After all, I'm quite capricious and it shows on here. Not capricious in a traditional sense either. I sense a trend. Watch as my interest steadily shifts from depression to Monty Python to the Beatles and falls to rest on...how much I hate my peers.

In regard to the song "Oh!" I was actually talking about the Sleater-Kinney song off the "One Beat" album. I think it's track four, if you have it, or it you run into Amazon/Borders to listen to it. Good song, and there's girly emotions for Juliet to wallow in.

Haven't made a super-secret livejournal. Got any extra codes lying around?

paz fuera

Oh!

Apr. 22nd, 2005 | 07:46 pm

Current Mood:

indescribable

Muzak: ISW: "Invictus"

So, first of all, we got this sweet assignment for Mrs. Reisig's class regarding Romeo und Julieta. We could choose from like, 8 or 11 different assignments having to do with writing an essay paper, and one of them (numero 6!) was to make a soundtrack for the play. Lindsey and I both were like, "OFJSLDFKJS! YAYAYAYAYAYAY MUZAK YAYAYAYAYAY!"

So I started listing the songs.

In order:

Helter Skelter
For No One
The The Empty
The Wild Party
Oh!
Chapel of Love
Ballroom Blitz
I Hung My Head
Harvest Moon
Here, There, and Everywhere
Stop
Life of the Party
Sympathy
Monster Mash
Always Look on the Bright Side of Life
Please Mr. Postman
I'm Gonna be (500 Miles)
Yer Blues
Run For Your Life
Last Kiss
Love Hurts
Don't Stop Believing

I thought it was a good line-up. And my paper is some 8 full pages long. Mrs. Reisig was concerned because my songlist is about...16 songs more than she asked. She was sure my paper was either 20 pages long or I didn't touch base with all the songs' tie-ins to the play and whatnot.

Everyone I talked to said I "retold the play without giving off the intent I planned to retell the story" which was true. I didn't mean to retell the story, but now that I look at it, I pretty much did, excluding what happened before Benvolio spoke to Romeo about Rosaline...

Onto the next matter of business.

I sent my tape into the TSO headquarters to be "judged." I was told Monday or Tuesday I would find out if I was accepted or not Thursday I got impatient with the two extra days and we drove in to check it out ourselves. When we got home, the friendly lady there was like, "Not three minutes after you left he told me you're definitely in and your music is in the mail as we speak!"

YAYAYAYAYA MUSIC!

Friday Mr. Van Mannaan (sp?) called and was like (to my dad), "Chelsea had a really good tape. She's principal horn."

OMG FIRST CHAIR?! Last year I was third and I sucked. omg improvement?!

In any case, I am thrilled. First District Honors Band and now this. I will RULE THE WORLD.

Before that I had to go over to the middle school with some debate ppl to talk the wee eighth graders into joining debate. I think we may have won one convert. Probably lost a few interested folks. It was Stacey and her scary...Debate-Captain-ness.

Read a few of Doug's ballots from the 2001 Swing Tournament in Petosky. He reeked as an affirmative on that case. Third speaker (better than fourth, eh). But he did get first speaker as a second negative in the second round.

Um, is that it?

i hate seybert

My sideburns caught Maggie-the-Fly in their talons and my ear took the opportunity to devour her. Oh, don't worry she got away by leaping out of my eye juices and flying away.

paz fuera

Tee hee Mash!

Apr. 16th, 2005 | 04:00 pm

Current Mood:

content

Muzak: Benoit's Theme

You will live in House.
You will drive a White Camaro.
You will marry John Lennon and have 3 kids.
You will be a Writer in New York.

Fave number for above thingie: 19

You will live in Mansion.
You will drive a Green Camaro.
You will marry John Lennon and have 12 kids.
You will be a Photographer in Elk Rapids.

Fave number this time: 14

And what will happen if I do it again, only with my favorite number as something a little less...predictable? Something like...*randomly pushes keypad* 2

You will live in Mansion.
You will drive a Green Camaro.
You will marry John Lennon and have 9 kids.
You will be a Photographer in New Dehli.

Man, I love the Camaro and I love Johnny XD

Okay, ONE MORE TIME. *crosses fingers* ANYONE BUT JOHN...(first time I've ever felt that way...)

You will live in Shack.
You will drive a Green VW Bus.
You will marry John Lennon and have 3 kids.
You will be a Photographer in London.

Damnit.

You will live in Apartment.
You will drive a Teal Beetle.
You will marry John Lennon and have 4 kids.
You will be a Teacher in London.

WHAT TEH HELLZ?!

OMG *tries eight more times and finds lucky number is 38*

Now, who will I marry? *waits for computer to stop flashing after "john lennon" goes black.*

You will live in Apartment.
You will drive a White Viper.
You will marry Paul McCartney and have 9 kids.
You will be a Musician in Elk Rapids.

http://www.playmash.com

It's so hard for things to work between me and Paul. *goes back to John.*

Heh. I'm a Lennon-McCartney-Lennon XDD

omg!

Apr. 9th, 2005 | 02:47 pm

Current Mood:

amused

Muzak: Janis Joplin: "Move Over"

I am worth $1,732,892.00 on HumanForSale.com

I'm worth over a million dollars on the Black Market! WHOO!

Things worth noting for future references.

Mar. 26th, 2005 | 11:07 pm

Current Mood:

giggly

Muzak: Sting: "I Hung My Head"

Today is part of my Spring Break. I drove about two hours today in the car with my mother, ushering her around Traverse City and Elk Rapids while we went gallivanting around looking for fabric for my bench cushions and had breakfast.

We found the sweetest celestial fabric for my bench cushions. Blue with bright green moons/stars/suns and whatnot in all sorts of colors that match my sweet pink/gree/blue/purple/white lamp perfectly.

Friday I bought two more Beatle dolls, these being the Yellow Submarine edition of John and Paul, since I can't be bothered to care about George or Ringo more than a childish adoration of them. Ahem, childish being I think they're groovy, but I won't be paying five ninety-nine OR twelve ninety-nine to put a replica of them in my room. Well, maybe I'll get George just so I can have the Blue Meanie in my bedroom. And Ringo so I can have the Yellow Submarine, but I'm iffy on the 1965 version of both of those weirdos. Skinny faced George and big-nosed Ringo...not appealing as big-chin John and camel-toe Paul ^_^

I got my music for NMHO auditions and it's EASY. I practiced without my daddy nagging me to practice! I can play all of it and I only needed help with one song. To fine-tune the dynamics and the accents will be tricky, but I'll get it.

I wrote a song for my guitar that I actually like. Besides being about my favorite subject (other than writing, Beatles, and tarot cards), it has sweet minor chords and I can play it in two different time signatures depending on my strum pattern. Six eight or four four. Take that crappy song from last summer! Ha! I've gotten over the shame of you!

My guitar is all beaten up. It's not that I take it everywhere and everywhere leaves a dent, either. It's more like...one time I bumped it on a table and another time it fell on my other guitar and now it's covered in tiny scratches, dents, and gouge-marks. Damn you, gravity, damn you to hell. You and the space-time continuum can go to hellx0rz.

Haven't listened to those horn people yet, either. Maybe I should? Illegal downloads ahoy!

paz fuera

Science Olympiad MIRACLE

Mar. 13th, 2005 | 12:06 pm

Current Mood:

surprised

Muzak: John Lennon: "Be-Bop-A-Lula"

As I'm sure I've complained before, I had to get up at 3:45 on Saturday to make sure I got to the school for a 4:45 call and a 5:00 departure. I took my acoustic guitar, which the wee little boys on the B division team thought was pretty sweet. I played, slept, played, slept, and roasted to death. I had the seat on the bus with the heater right in front of it. My legs were MELTING the entire time.

At some point we stopped at McDonald's for breakfast, and then we showed up at Alpena Community College and found our room. Our "coatroom." I put my stuff all around, helped Neil and Garrett sign up for their stuff, and then found the places I needed to be before I had to be there.

Now, Andrew was sick, so sick he couldn't even come to take a test. So, Mr. I decided that we couldn't afford a zero and we at leasted needed a sixth place out of six to help us get a better standing for the actual prize at the end. So he said I would take the Water Quality test and try to pull in sixth place at the very least. I was already signed up for Bag of Bones, a human skeleton thing, and I had studied for that, so the prospect of working on something I'd never worked on or really knew about was dead scary and stressifying.

Water Quality was an event I had to be able to determine the quality of water in freshwater, marine, and estuarine environments by looking at oxygen levels, temperature, and the variety of bugs in the water. Right, bugs! They gave me a list of 50 bugs to be able to identify by pupa, larvae, and adult form. Andrew had information on three. Right, I could go into this test and identify the Dobsonfly, the Damselfly, and the midge larvae. *sob* I was frantically asking my cohorts if they had books that might possibly have bugs in them.

The library at the ACC was closed! No one had books; I was freaking out! Mr. I was just thrilled I was trying to cram for a test he only wanted participation points on. Half an hour before the Water Quality test, he tells me, "Oh, about ten minutes ago they opened the library." I promptly ditched my lunch for cramming.

I run in there, find a bug dictionary, and try to see if I can't run it back to my room. The librarian is like, "My boss would have a heart attack if he heard you!"

So I put the book back, run all the way to our coat room and grab my bug list, sprint back, and go to Google images. For fifteen minutes I try to memorize the look of all these bugs. It's now ten to 12:30 which is when I must test. I decide my funeral won't wait for me and I go to my room to get my stuff for Bag of Bones, which starts right after Water Quality. Mr. I sees me walking out and grabs Neil. I walk slightly ahead of them, trying to stop crying o_O

"We'll walk with you, Chelsea!" Mr. I says. I stop and promptly cry harder. He gives me hugs and pep talks, you know? The kind like he doesn't expect a gold medal out of me, he only expects that I go in there and take the test. He even says I don't have to do my best. Well, I don't really operate that way. I wanted to at least be able to say I'd done my best. So, with a red, splotchy face, I walked into the room and stood there with my last-minute salinometer (the 2001 instructions had called for teams to make their own salt-water detector. I made one out of a conductivity tester and a nine-volt battery.) and looked important. The guy that ran the test asked me where my partner was. I almost cried again.

"I don't have one!" I cried.

"Well, that's okay. We'll start now."

So the story was we had about 8 pages of multiple choice questions, and then we had to go look at ten specimens under the microscopes and write what kind of insect they were along with what class of sensitivity they belonged to. I wasn't the only one looking worried, thank God! Then they gave us the info/stats on two streams and asked for comparisons which would determine why they were so different if only one mile apart.

I did the multiple choice first; one of two groups that did that part first. I even did the essay first to avoid guessing about bugs. I went through the bugs last, ended up overhearing a lot of the groups making mistakes (omg, how could I tell?!) and handed my test in second, running back to my room with half an hour before Bag of Bones. That's how quickly I took that test, freaked out of my mind.

At 1:30 I did bag of bones. I thought I did well, which soothed me. I expected a first or second place medal.

At three fifteen Mr. I told me I was in the pentatholon, which was a four-man team that had to each do some little hula hoop gymnastic and answer some questions. I did three loops with the hula hoop and labeled four animals by picture. We all climbed into a hula hoop and ran to a finish line. Then the awards started.

Now, the C division (high school) team did very well. Every other thing we were winning first place if not second or third. The B division (middle school and freshman) team was doing fairly well. The girl next to me, Rhonda, won second place for something that she was sure she failed, and then Water Quality came up. I covered my face and Neil held my shoulder. Mr. I, right in front of me, said it would be all right.

"Third place, Inland Lakes!"

Wild cheers.

I was laughing. "Wouldn't that be hysterical if I won the gold?"

"Second place, Elk Rapids!"

The shock on my face was absolutely priceless. I'm surprised I didn't trip on my way down. I got a medal and Mr. I laughed until he practically cried. I went in expecting sixth place and came out with second having one day of study under my belt. My knees were weak.

I won the gold with my buddies for the pentatholon. Elk Rapids High School team is going to state with a first place overall rating. The middle school got second place overall. They forgot to put together the scores for Bag of Bones, so I might be getting a medal in the mail.

The whole point of this post was to point out that I somehow "b.s.ed" my way to a silver medal in a subject I had never really studied before.

God bless stupid people.

ATTN: DONUTS R DEDLEE

Mar. 10th, 2005 | 09:26 pm

Current Mood:

cheerful

Muzak: The Beatles: "Doctor Robert"

So, my substitute band teacher was a horr for these reasons:

1) We'd had her before and she was a horr then.

2) She didn't understand how a band works, and didn't believe any of us when we told her how things ran around the school.

3) She was short and fat like a hobbit.

4) She had glasses from the '80s.

5) The choir had left the band donuts for our free day while Mr. McKeon was helping middle schoolers in honors band, which we were promised we could have if we could peform well.

6) She made us play on an announced "FREE DAY."

7) She erased the choir teachers remarks on the board that said, "Band, have as many donuts as you want! Eat 'em all up!"

8) She wouldn't allow us to have a conductor, thus making us play poorly.

9) She then wouldn't let us devour our treats and is making me write up a journal entry about how awful she was.

10) When we confronted her about her lie concerning the donuts she "bought with her money," she decided we could have the donuts. She gave them to us by hurling them off the piano. Several hit me. She threw the remaining boxes on the floor as well.

Now, I know you're all staring at me in disbelief, but not a word was embellished. I've gone extreme in my retellings at school, or course, but it was totally irrational. Teachers can shout, scream, and discipline. But throwing food they didn't pay for on the floor and then throwing it again?!

Oh, didn't I say? Lauren and I picked up the food on the floor, put it back in the box, and apologized for whatever we'd done to provoke her. My back safely turned, she hurled them again. This time I ate one off the floor and made sure she heard me bellowing, "MMM, IT'S SO GOOOOOOD! GOD! IF I COULD ORGASM BECAUSE OF FOOD..."

Science Olympiad this Saturday. I have to be at the school at four forty-five. In the morning. IN THE MORNING. *sigh* God, I hate life.

Oh, and on a side note, if you didn't read the last entry and the comment, you suck. ^_^ dug luvs chezzy

Excluding rare incidences when I was a wee child, I don't really remember Doug ever saying, "Hey, sis, luv ya." Nor do I really remember just yelling, "Hey, Dougie, luv ya!"

Of course, the age difference makes it difficult. But he's still cool.

omg dug, did u here me? ur kool! omg, tell ur frendzx0rz!

A Topic For Doug

Mar. 8th, 2005 | 07:14 pm

You suck. No, really; you suck. If you think I'm painfully "verbose" or I don't have anything to say, take one look at my life.

I go to orchestra rehearsals. I go to school. I take driver's ed and I go to jazz band. The highlight of my life is writing an 800 page fanfiction that nobody will ever read.

So the next time you get bored at work, look up some porn, because I don't need another person telling me my life is dismal.

P.S. I love you.

DOLLIES!

Mar. 4th, 2005 | 06:19 pm

Current Mood:

chipper

Muzak: Le Tigre: "Eau D'Bedroom Dancing"

AND

They are MINE and they belong in my HEART.

George has an elongated bony face and Ringo's nose takes up a third of his face. Some day I'll get them too, someday...

~EDIT

It just occurred to me that I've started a doll collection. WHOOPS!

You scored as Classic Rock.. Classic Rock.

Classic Rock.

96%

Indie Rock

83%

Britpop

83%

Indie

83%

Emo & More

79%

Hardcore

67%

Punk and Pop Punk.

63%

Country

46%

Ska

42%

Industrial

38%

Mainstream

33%

Hip Hop and Rap

33%

Music Recommendation
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You scored as Lust.

Lust

94%

Sloth

75%

Wrath

75%

Pride

75%

Greed

31%

Envy

25%

Gluttony

19%

Seven deadly sins
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;_; why am I such a WHORE?!

You scored as Anarchism. <'Imunimaginative's Deviantart Page'>

Green

75%

Democrat

75%

Anarchism

75%

Communism

67%

Socialist

67%

Republican

42%

Fascism

25%

Nazi

What Political Party Do Your Beliefs Put You In?
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They made me choose between three answers. Originally it was a three way tie between those first three listed XD

There's no box to share my other score, but I'm a slightly right leaning libertarian on Alex's favorite political party quiz. This pleases me. Until next time...

*smooch*

Errr

Feb. 25th, 2005 | 03:47 pm

Current Mood:

melancholy

Muzak: Le Tigre: "The The Empty"

Normally I don't update unless I have some news. Well, I don't have news, but I felt like doing something.

Pointless fanfiction has reached roughly 800 pages in length and no one is reading it but me. Listening to Le Tigre right now. Good stuff. Tomorrow I have to get up at seven in the morning, or, rather, be at the high school by seven tomorrow, which is a Saturday. Band festival is such a pain in the neck. Not only are we going to suck but I have to get up early on a Saturday to go suck! We do okay, I guess, but it's a lot more fun to pretend we suck and be surprised when we do well. : ) Anyway, after that Lindsey and I have to work at the festival as sight-reading guides. Neil will be with us, so it should be heaps of fun. I got my pictures back from Greenbush. See, I took a bunch of panoramic photos of the ice and beach from the beach deck. I even went out on the ice and risked my neck.

Math sucked today. I got a hundred on my homework and a 111.8% on one quiz and 70% on another o_O One he curved from 20 points possible to 10. I had seven out of twenty, but the entire class did poorly; lucky me. Maintaining a steady 85% percent in the class. Maggie and Lindsey both have braces now. Haha. I had mine off a long time ago! And I had mine on a relatively short time compared to them. I think both of them will have them for two years, maybe? Anyroad, they both just got them and they both think they suck. I remember those good old days. Of course, they'll have them for two years and I had mine for eight months. I'll never really understand, muahaha.

George Harrison's birthday was someday this past week. I forget which day. Don't throw things at me! I just don't think that much about George or Ringo to be honest. I really have to buy a black arm band to wear on death-days, though. It makes me feel like a sore thumb : )

Alex is depressed and this saddens me. I tried to cheer him up, but I'm not good with said cheering up. Let's hope it worked.

Chezzles ze Great, logging off.

DRAGOSTEA DIN TEI!

Feb. 14th, 2005 | 12:04 pm

Current Mood:

geeky

Muzak: O-Zone: "Dragostea Din Tei"

BEST SONG EVER: Dragostea Din Tei

(11:18:37) Chelsea: "You're like Drew Barrymore; pretty in a certain light. And unfortunately, this isn't your light."
(11:19:05) Lindsey: XD
(11:21:22) Chelsea: Shoot, now I have to listen to that song again ;_; {Ana Ng}
(11:53:28) Lindsey: Hey, they have the phonetic lyrics to Dragostea Din Tei! That's awesome
(11:55:31) Chelsea: OMG
(11:55:33) Chelsea: SEND THEM TO ME
(11:55:38) Chelsea: I must learn to sing that song *determined face*
(11:55:47) Chelsea: no ma no ma no ma yay o_O
(11:55:49) Lindsey: http://letssingit.com/?http://letssingit.com/o-zone-dragostea-din-tei-phonetics-7vrw74l.html
(11:57:09) Chelsea: ...holy crap will it work?
(11:57:21) Lindsey: Work?
(11:57:33) Chelsea: Can I just read it?
(11:57:34) Chelsea: o_O
(11:58:27) Chelsea: OMG "dragosta din tey" XD
(11:58:32) Chelsea: Now what does that mean?!
(11:59:39) Chelsea: it semi-works for me o_O
(12:00:00) Chelsea: Apparently this song is big in America, too, only in English
(12:00:14) Chelsea: At least Brooke McMullen thinks she's heard it in English. She was giving me retarded looks for having it in Romanian o_O
(12:00:19) Lindsey: o_O
(12:00:36) Lindsey: Maybe thats why I recognized it. But I don't remember hearing it in English...
(12:00:46) Chelsea: Neither do I!
(12:00:55) Chelsea: It's just the infectious dance beat. I've heard it everywhere o_O
(12:01:09) Lindsey: My thingie is retarded, so I can't find any mp3s of it, either
(12:01:48) Chelsea: I'll bet she's just retarded; don't worry about it
(12:01:54) Lindsey: Makes sense.
(12:02:05) Chelsea: Maybe we've been listening to the Romanian version in America and she just THINKS it's in English o_O
(12:02:17) Lindsey: XD
(12:02:58) Chelsea: My a hee my a hoo my a ha my a haha! Hello, salute, lint on your hydook, she terra cotta, you-berry my premiere in the feta cheese...
(12:03:06) Chelsea: You know that's what she's been singing instead of the real thing XD
(12:03:21) Lindsey: XDD
(12:03:30) Chelsea: It almost fits XDDD
(12:03:35) Lindsey: It does!
(12:03:37) Chelsea: Sing those words with it next time!
(12:03:43) Chelsea: XD I'M A JEANYUSS

On a side note, today is a snow day. Happy Valentine's Day!