Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Being || incredibly awesome
Drinking || no.
Listening || Sleeping to Dream - Jason Mraz
Random || "but it's all cool because i have MUFFINS" (from an email to Kameko)
Reading || Friedrich Nietzsche, On the Genealogy of Morality
Hilarity ensues when people take Airborne for the first time. Mostly when they just pop it in their mouths. And start foaming. You've got to love effervescent tablets.
So apparently my new love interest has been dubbed very strange things that all have to do with farming. My sister's friend calls him the "Farm Hand of My Dreams" (which I corrected, since he's just a simple Farm Boy whose name isn't Westley, and doesn't say, "As you wish.") And dearest Anya has decided he's a victim of Thanksgiving. Or he fits in that old car commercial that has an Oregon-trail-esque couple riding along and the wife offers, "Jerky?" And the husband replies, "No, actually, it's a pretty smooth ride..."
Did that make sense? Probably not. But as of right now he doesn't have a name on Fallen Finch, so what can I do.
In other news, I'm heading over to Berkeley this weekend to watch the a capella show! Chloe was going to smuggle me in as a Cal student, but my Stanford pride interfered, and I paid a little more than I needed for the sake of avoiding ID crises.
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Saturday, March 17, 2007
Being || Procrastinatory
Writing || Soundings 2007 entries
Random || Anyone want me to sew their prom/grad dress?
Once again, I've resurrected the Fallen Finch page, now located at Smos's new domain, Kethadros.net! Applause all around! The site is back to SHTML again, and all the tags work again. I hope.
Lately I've been working on some writings for Soundings, the school literary magazine. Chloe and I are thinking of collaborating on a few--meaning I write a short story or poem about the pictures she's submitting. She has one particularly AWESOME seagull picture that just screams POEM, but I haven't come up with anything interesting yet.
Let's compile the list of things I've written...
Shorts
- Venture
- Fiction Boy (incomplete)
- A Guide to Personalities for the Science Lab Oriented (incomplete)
- The Lone Wolf Complex
- Gathering Shorts (all incomplete)
- Tristan (poem & short)
Long Stories
- The Jade League (Mira)
- Erica-Derek, year 2 arc
- The Gathering
Not much interesting stuff going on. I'll get back to this...
Oh, and Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone =)
Sam | {} | filed under: notes
Saturday, January 6, 2007
Hello hello from 2007. What a year this shall be, what with turning points left front and center.
Fallen finch is back up and running, which involved some recoding and whole lot of copy-pasting. Someone remind me to write some sort of program that can undo this html to shtml nonsense. Or at least go from html to shtml. Something to that effect.
While the site was down, I wrote a few entries nevertheless and kept them in a nice little notepad document, so the following entries (dates followed by **) are part of "Fallen Finch || the missing weeks" which I ended up just posting like regular posts. Somewhat nightmarish, but less so than undoing all the shtml. (Note: the links should all work, but the tagging system was shot to hell when tengun did not agree with shtml.)
And now I'll go back to homework.
Sam | {} | filed under: notes
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Feeling || overloaded
Drinking || moonlight
Lyric || "Like you in the rain as you're twisting your hair 'round your finger..." (Teddy Geiger - For You I Will)
I was in a surprisingly good mood yesterday, considering the levels of insanity rampant through my inner vicinities. I did get the blasted braces off at last and got a goody bag with all that stuff I wasn't supposed to eat (but ate anyway -- who knew I wasn't supposed to eat tootsie rolls?) and probably won't eat. (Note to self: write about eating habits later.) My teeth have felt all slimy and I have plaster on my favorite sweatshirt.
Spent the whole weekend under the weather and under the poetry. I had a meningitis vaccination on Friday, which gave me a fever on Saturday morning (during dance class... great timing). I slept through most of the day, then exploded all over my homework (figuratively). Poetry hit on Sunday, so I pretty much didn't get anything done all weekend. Woke up early on Monday morning and succesfully bombed the day (primarily the french video quiz).
Stopping by the play rehearsal made me realize I haven't been around a group with really nasty dynamics in a while. There hasn't really been drama in my life for ages. I suppose that's a good thing, since last year polo season just pissed me off most of the time. I think I've finally reached the point where I cultivate the relationships that don't generate insane amounts of drama. (Noteworthy: I disproved another one of Ethan's clever quotes. Anberlin all the way.)
ASB group dynamics are the best. Our trademark caucasian kid has become the favorite of the group while I sit around making tape cubes. I'm getting sadly good at it. Anyway, Micah is strangely smile inspiring, even when I'm having the worst of days. Everything sucks and I just think of Micah eating everything at the ASB meeting.
Well enough about yesterday. Yesterday was strangely good. Today was pretty much as bad as promised from the moment I woke up at 6 AM and accidentally hit the off button instead of snooze. Insanely exhausted and mad at myself, I stormed out of the house without eating breakfast and ended up leaving my lunch on the counter. No big deal, I just self-proclaimed today as "let's not eat" day. Almost worked but Anya shoved some Pop-Tart down my throat. She also advocated eating (HYPOCRITE!) during lunch so I ended up spending the last $3 in my wallet (how did that happen?!) on overpiced pizza. Also forgot to print my lang essay. The lang essay that I'm so proud of that I refuse to butcher it until it is no longer a narrative. I swear it's supposed to be a character description. Also managed to finish my french homework during lunch today, during which I accidentally volunteered myself to be a homecoming subtheme/channel head. Miiight have to tell the class officers I can't...
Nearly dropped dead today before poetry, but I pulled it together quite magnificently, if I do say so myself. I've just had the realization that I have two major tests tomorrow, so maybe I should go study. The parentals are beginning to think I've overcommitted myself, and I'm thinking they might be right, since I'm getting really bored with tutoring. Though I do like being paid. Shucks. Everything comes at a price, I suppose.
I'm thinking at this point, it would be a good idea to either sleep and hope for the best on both tests, or actually make an effort to study and do Poem #2 commentaries.
Maybe I shouldn't fail Gov. Uhhhh I'll go study now, then...
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