But... my last ORHS concert ever. Just... wow.
But... my last ORHS concert ever. Just... wow.
Of music, insanity, and ZOMGHOUSE.
May. 19th, 2008 10:26 pm( SPOILERS FOR HOUSE FINALE ZOMGZOMG )
As for the insanity part of this little charade, I was all hopped up on Tums and cranberry juice, so naturally I was running around downstairs doing kung-fu-like moves all over the place. And I almost killed myself a couple of times because floor + riding socks = slippery.
Now. MUSIC. I'm normally not one to obsess over singers/bands, but I am thoroughly convinced that Bird York is the best female singer since, like... ever. And I'm totally not just saying that because she played Andy on The West Wing, oh no. I first heard one of her songs ("In the Deep") on House (S2, "Autopsy", the very end)- House always has brilliant music- and since then I've been obsessing over downloading more. "Wicked Little High" is the BEST EVER, and "Have No Fear" is amazing, as well, even though I can't understand half of what she's saying unless I've looked at the lyrics before hand. But seriously, ALL OF IT is BEYOND AWESOME and writing this entry is making me want to DOWNLOAD MORE TO LISTEN TO ON THE BUS TOMORROW.
Second best female singer since, like, ever: Grey (Gray, maybe?... I'm too lazy to look it up) DeLisle. Her voice just radiates amazingness all around, and her cover of "Bohemian Rhapsody" will never stop being awesome (I DON'T CARE what you say, Annika :P). (Speaking of "Bohemian Rhapsody", I really have got to download the full Queen original ASAP. A song about a murderer? Why, yes plz.)
Also, I might add that quite a few of her (DeLisle's) songs have to do with death/imprisonment/etc. I don't understand; is she trying to mess with my mind?
(PS HOUSE.)
Hee, Fandom Secrets.
May. 15th, 2008 06:35 pmPapyrus has been my IM/e-mail font of choice for years.
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MARZEY, SHARKIE. IT'S OFFICIAL: I AM AN UGLY SLUT. :D :D AM I ALLOWED ENTRY INTO YOUR EXCLUSIVE CORPORATION YET, MARZ (I'm already a member of Sharkie's harem, after all)?
TODAY IS A VERY IMPORTANT DAY.
May. 12th, 2008 03:59 pmToday in Spanish we had to write letters about an imaginary trip to Barcelona (Señora's obsessed), and in honor of this ~special day~, I wrote mine to Gus. We also had to say who came with us on the trip, so I wrote down Annika, Mariam, Nikita. XD
Marzey, I'm mad at you. Why are you not on MSNNNNNN you said you needed to talk about the user info page. D:
Also, this has absolutely nothing to do with His Holiness's birthday, but... if any of you are thinking about taking up vidding, DON'T. SAVE YOURSELVES. IT'S BEYOND ADDICTING, AND IF I COMPLETELY TANK THE PLETHORA OF PROJECTS (LOLZ ALLITERATION) I HAVE GOING ON RIGHT NOW, IT WILL TOTALLY BE IMOVIE'S FAULT. My enthusiasm is only somewhat hampered by the fact that I can only make Avatar vids at the moment, because I don't have access to clips of anything else (but that's okay, because Avatar is the craziest thing ever, and there is no running out of crack!vid material). But this summer I'm going to download HandBrake or whatever it's called and try to teach myself how to rip DVDs. I am WELL on my way to becoming a felon.
I have absolutely nothing to say, except:
May. 11th, 2008 10:33 amMR. GARMAN. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. HONESTLY, YOU AND YOUR VOICE IMPRESSIONS WILL BE MY DOWNFALLLLL.
Good things, though: I'm going to blow off homework a bit more to go to Szechwan Taste and Coldstone's. Whoo.
(Oh, and MARZEYMARZEY- we need to prepare for tomorrow. XD)
Okay. Glad I've got that out of my system. Now on to Nancy Drew, yay. (I love vacation.)
Mrs. Szot: "If you're leaving early for vacation and are not going to be here on Friday, I need to know now so that we can reschedule you a time to take this two-question quiz I'm giving. Because I'm insane, yo."
Me: "Oooh! Oooh! I'm skipping school for a UNH orientation! I'll take it after school on Thursday!"
TUESDAY
Mrs. Szot: "Okay, can you all who are taking the quiz after school just clarify with me right now? Ethan, I have you, and..."
Ethan: "... Hannah."
Me: "Er, yeah, about that. I actually am going to be here on Friday because it's Class Colors, and high school lulz > serious college stuffs. So cross me off your list."
THURSDAY
Announcement Like Two Minutes Before the Final Bell: "Friday's pep rally is being postponed until sometime in freakin' May. HEE."
Me: "Oh, crap! If nothing's going down tomorrow, I'm going to the UNH thing! But then there's that math test! And I can't stay after school today because I haven't arranged a ride! Oh, noes!"
In conclusion: when we're back in school on 4/28, Mrs. Szot is going to keel me ded.
Jenny's class at least got some second graders to come to theirs. Hmph.
This whole thing with the Great Teacher Swap of '08 is so whacked, though. First they bring in Mme. Moran to share Señora Beaton's room (?!) and help Madame and Monsieur share the load of the disproportionate amount of freshman who are taking French. Then Madame leaves, so Mme. Moran goes to take over her classes, while they bring Mme. Sanders (who has the distinction of being the teacher at our school with the most obvious dye job) out of her post-middle-school-teaching retirement to take Moran's classes. Then Monsieur leaves to have hip replacement surgery so they switch Sanders to his classes, and bring in a different sub to take over her classes, which are really Moran's classes. Wouldn't it have made so much more sense to bring in one of the new teachers to take over for Madame, leave Moran where she was, and then bring in Sanders to take over for Monsieur? Why did they feel the need to make sure that some of these kids are going to have three different French teachers over the course of the year? This is totally going to scar the freshman, guys. They're going to go into their sophomore year all, "What do you mean, it isn't normal to have a different teacher every month? You mean I'm stuck with my crappy English teacher all year?! I was counting on him being gone soon!"
Meh. So today at school wasn't all that great. Our anti-climactic Spanish play asside, I also sort of freaked out while taking a math test and started crying in the middle of class. Yeah. Logarithms can do that to you, yo.
The day wasn't all bad, though. To start out our Genre Studies unit on personal narrative, Mr. Garman read some Davis Sedaris aloud, and I was more than a little amused by the fact that one of his voices was a spot-on impression of Señor Senior Junior. I’m sure it was accidental, but still.
On a completely unrelated note, Jenny dared me to Google “Dora the Explorer porn” this afternoon, and I think she was a little disturbed at how readily I did it. The internet has ruined me.
(Entry title quote attributed to the Sedaris story we read in GS. It's pretty much the most awesome opening line ever.)
MEME TIEM.
Mar. 24th, 2008 03:48 pmA. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it".
1. I love sitting sideways on the school bus seat and looking out the back window. In fact, I just love riding the school bus in general. Even if I could drive I'd still take it every day, and not just to save gas.
2. I tend to like people that everyone else hates- in school/life, in history, in fiction (whether they're hated by the fandom, by the other people in the book/movie/show, or both), etc.
3. I can wink my left eye, but not my right one. I can roll my tongue, but not very well. A couple of weeks ago, I finally figured out how to raise one eyebrow and not the other, and I was way too excited about this fact. (I'm also a bit jealous of the boys in my English class who can puff out their cheeks and beat out the "William Tell Overture" in the correct tune- this goes a lot towards proving my theory that certain parts of my brain have not matured much past the age of five.)
4. I love organizing things, collecting things, memorizing things, and making lists. I especially love collecting things, then organizing them and making lists about them to memorize.
5. I become obsessed with things (concepts, areas of study, activities, books/movies/television shows, fictional characters, etc.) very easily. Very, very easily. (Though if you want to debate semantics, I don't technically obsess- that is, I am very able to focus my mind on other things when I wish, and it never impedes on my life. But I'll still think about it rather a lot. :-P)
6. I am extremely nostalgic, and sometimes (not too often, though) I feel like it gets in the way of actually living my life.
7. I firmly believe that there is no such thing as a person who is 'pure evil', no matter how awful their actions may be. (And I want to work with sociopaths when I grow up :-P)
Tagged to
Everyone else on the flist group that can read this entry has either done it or already been tagged.
I haven't been on AFC since Wednesday, or something. To be honest, all the drama and social hierarchy can get annoying. I still love the site and don't plan on leaving any time soon, though.
... I don't know. Earlier (when I was actually doing homework!) I had this idea that I was going to have a lot to write about in El Jay, but apparently that's all evaporated. Hmph. I have the most pointless entries in the WORLD.
I need to upload my new mood icons. Happy Easter Sunday, everybody.
So I finally get around to checking the
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Oh, babb, why do you do this to me?
In other news... WE HAVE A DATE FOR HOUSE. WHOO. But it's not for more than a month, which is extremely awful. And Sonja and her broken wrist still have my DVDs, so if I ever get it into my head that I need a House-fix (not that I've been watching much TV at all lately, but you know), I won't be able to remedy it. MEH.
I don't know, I'm still a bit undecided about this season. I mean, I don't hate it or anything (if I did, I wouldn't care nearly as much about it coming back on...), but it's still probably my least favorite season. Ah, well... I liked S3 better the third time around, so maybe this one will be the same.
"Sine, sine, cosine, sine! 3.14159!"
Mar. 14th, 2008 03:46 pmAbout the entry title- today's Pi Day, and I like that 3rd Rock quote, so I figured there'd be no better time to use it. Yayz.
It's actually WARM here this afternoon- and I love it. We opened the windows on the bus this afternoon, but they stuck even more than usual because they'd been frozen shut for months. While Becca, Eliza, and I were trying to get our respective ones open I kept thinking, God, where's Crystal when you need her? XD
Sooooo we had our short story competition in Genre Studies today, and even though Joe Rankin wasn't in class today his group read his story anyway, and it ended up making it to the finals, so Mr. Garman read it aloud to the class. It was about a high-schooler who had to write a short story for his Genre Studies class, but he couldn't think of any ideas, and he ended up spending the entire day that it was due frantically writing it during his classes so that he could turn it in last period. It also featured appearances by "Mr. Morris", the most boring Mythology teacher ever; "Janie", the evil cafeteria lady (though Mr. Garman slipped up and actually said "Loretta" at one point), and "Billy", the Library Peon, who chased the narrator through the hallways after he forgot to sign out, and ended up running him over with a mobile lab and severing his achilles tendon. There were also mentions of Mr. Reeves and Mrs. Best (though I forgot the fake names that Mr. Garman used when he read it out loud). I really want a copy of that story now.
OH, AND MY PIE WAS GOOD YAY. A couple of people made comments about how awesome the crust was, which, of course, made Jenny laugh when I told her because she made the crust for me. In return, I'm going to let her use my Albert Einstein biography. And what else did we do... we tried to call Exeter, but Birthe's cell phone wasn't getting service. Also, Ricky didn't peel the apples before putting them in his pie. BWAHAHAHA.
Anyway, yes, I know that was a quick, badly-written entry, but I have tons of stuff to do. Even though it's Friday. *headdesk* Auf Wiedersehen.
Math hates me.
Mar. 11th, 2008 07:44 pmSo I took my Algebra re-test, and I could do everything but the last problem... on my way downstairs, however, I suddenly realized how I could have solved the one I missed. I seriously had to keep myself from yelling, "SQUARE BOTH SIDES FIRST!" in the middle of the (empty) hallway. Dooooork.
But heh- I watched two episodes of Avatar tonight (they show two every night...), and the second one was the one where they went to the Northern Water Tribe settlement and the waterbending teacher was all sexism!yay, and Sokka totally propositioned a princess, and I was just sitting there thinking about how hilarious it was that that actually got through the kiddie!filters. Seriously, though: "Do you want to do an activity together? For some time?" What else could that have meant?
Oh RIIIIIIIIIIN, GET ON AIM. I need to obsess with youuuuuu. And have you yell at me because I haven't gotten my hands on The Sil, but that's besides the point...
Just thought you all needed to know that.
I reallyreallyreally should not be on here AT ALL. I was supposed to watch Masterpiece Theater's Dr. Zhivago for Herlihy over break, and since it's, y'know, Saturday, I figured I'd better get going. And yet I'm sitting here. I even said I'd allow myself to play The Sims 2 while watching (multitasking FTW), but noooo. I'm still here on the desktop. Writing about things that have happened over Teh February Break (which is not anything exciting, of course).
So earlier this week Jenny and I were fooling around on cable, channelsurfing (I never channelsurf; it just seems like a big waste of time- but whatever), and we discovered not one, not two, but three Spanish channels. It was a marvelous find, because telenovelas are the epitome of awesome. We spent over half an hour (I know, I know- "Hannah, why didn't you do your homework then, instead of complaining about it now?"), and we were quite scandalized when we translated one of the program descriptions as, “An urban tragic comedy filled with negro humor”. Fortunately, we then remembered that ‘negro’ means 'black' in Spanish, and therefore the thing was just trying to say that it was filled with dark humor. Still, it was pretty touchy for a moment there.
Oh, and dear Bus Boyz, I have to say, you could probably get into quite a bit of trouble if someone important discovered that you have a forum thread entitled ‘Melinda Salazar’s Home Location’ on your forum. Especially because it seems to be your little headquarters for accumulating as much personal information as possible in order to get her fired. Seriously, she's on a sabbatical. LET. IT. GO. She’s a crappy teacher who needs to learn that her opinion =/= fact, but still, that’s just pathetic.
Then again, I’m the one checking their forum, so…
Other random statements:
THIS is the best thing ever. I’m not even going to say don’t deny, because there is no room for denial.
I have some new ICONNNNNNS that I need to add to my custom moods thing, stat. Yey.
Auf wiedersehen.
It's still snowing.
Feb. 9th, 2008 10:11 pmSeriously, though- snow (and the snow days that come with it) is pretty much the only thing I like about winter. I hate the cold, and the slush, and the ice, and basically everything else about it. I pretty much never go outside in the winter, unless I absolutely have to- and I mean that quite literally. Gah. The only exception I make is when I'll occasionally put on about three layers of clothing and go sledding, or just fool around with the dogs in the backyard. Other than that... no.
Did the groundhog even see his shadow this year? I don't think I ever found out.
I'M POSTING FROM SCHOOL ZOMG.
Jan. 10th, 2008 09:54 amAn example of the amusing things that I uncover whilst not paying attention in class. Hee!
Okay, fine. What we're doing right now is pretty funny- we're messing with the photo of this random guy's face (as Blowdart pointed out, if you fix his receding hairline, he looks kind of like Wally!). On Monday I'm SO going to e-mail myself some of my own pictures to screw around with. But still, unless we keep doing amusing stuff like this, an hour more of this class is going to kill me.
So, I wonder if Ay Eff See is unblocked now. That'd be pretty sweet.
Lovely. AutoSave doesn't work at school, either. Thanks muchly, El jay.
I had an ADVENTURE yesterday!
Jan. 6th, 2008 03:29 pmIf Autosave doesn't work and then AOL cuts out, I am going to be SO pissed.So, at around two PM yesterday, I went to West Lebanon with mom to visit this totally awesome pet store (Lebanon Pet and Aquarium Center) that Dawn used to work at- they have the coolest bird room ever! Smaller birds (finches and the like) are kept in closed cages, but most of the other birds are in open-topped pens that have perches and tables and stuff that they can climb up onto (their wings are all clipped, of course, so they can't fly into the main section of the store). I even got to hold one (even though you're technically not supposed to)- a rose-breasted cockatoo flew down onto the floor, and he came onto my arm to go back up. :P
But, yes. It was awesome. Photography is allowed, so next time I go (which will probably be in the next couple of weeks) I'm going to bring my digital camera.
Seriously, there should be stores like that around here- that's the kind of place I'd love to work at while in college.
Next, however, came the not-so-fun part. On the way back home we passed through Concord and had dinner at a restaurant/pub called The Barley House (we sat in the restaurant section, but they had the presidential debates going on on TVs in the bar, and most of the people were watching them very enthusiastically- the majority of them seemed to be Hilary supporters). Guess what I did? I INHALED A PIECE OF A FREAKING BREADSTICK AND GOT IT STUCK IN MY THROAT. At first it was fine (I was able to eat what I had ordered and everything), but then my throat started getting really sore, especially when I coughed. We figured it would just go away, but by the time we got home (that took a while- Durham's about forty-five minutes away from Concord, and we had some weather), it was still hurting, and mom wanted to take me to the emergency room to get it out of there (she figured it was in my esophogus, and was worried that I'd aspirate it or something). Jenny was majorly pissed- we got home at around eleven (we had told her it would probably be at around nine or so, but we took a bit longer with the birds than we had expected), and then we just packed up and left again.
So we got to the hospital (while checking in and doing all the standard questions, they asked my religious preferences so that if something went majorly wrong while I was in their care they'd know who to call in to do last rights and stuff- do you know how FREAKY that is?), and waited for ages, and then they gave me a room... luckily, there was a bed and everything, and I had brought books, because we were in there for SEVEN HOURS (they were having a busy night, and since I wasn't really in immediate danger, I wasn't exactly priority). It was a major drag. I read about three hundred pages the entire time I was there, I'm guessing- and after I finished my first book (When Dad Killed Mom- freaky title, no?) and got tired of reading the second (Look Me in the Eye- it's a bit dull, IMHO), I didn't really have anything to do but try to sleep... so that's when they started bringing people in to do x-rays (I have to admit, it was more than a bit fun to be wheeled down the hall in my hospital bed- I am SO easily amused). Then we waited for a few more hours, until a doctor could finally come in and try to get the thing out. He got about half of it, and I'm supposed to gargle with warm saltwater every few hours in hopes that the rest of it will dissolve and come out on its own. If it doesn't, it's back to the doctor's tomorrow! Fun, fun, fun!
We finally got back home at around six in the morning (Jenny's still a bit annoyed at me- because of course I did this all on purpose), but my internal clock wouldn't let me sleep past 10 AM. Therefore, tomorrow at school is going to be hell. Joy.
So. That's my TMI of the day. I also apologize for the grammar mistakes that are probably running rampant throughout this little tirade. It's mah LJ, and I can be lazy if I want to.
Okay, so you know how sometimes you'll become obsessed with a song and listen to it all the time, even though it's not even really one of your favorite songs? I'm currently doing that with All Star by Smash Mouth and The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls. Seriously, I really only ever listen to my CDs/iPod when I'm in the car or on the bus, but whenever I do listen, I always listen to those songs at least once. Especially All Star, just because I've liked that song since I heard it in the first Shrek movie in sixth grade. (I first heard The Great Escape only recently, when I was listening to Jenny's iPod... hee, and she said, "I really love this song, but I hate that one line about killing birds." I had no idea what she's talking about, so she was all, "You know, watch a bird, let it die..." The actual line is 'watch it burn, let it die'. XD I love misheard lyrics.)
And even though I know this is not at all what the song's about, I think the chorus of The Great Escape should totally be about a jailbreak:
Throw it away, forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They don't know us anyway
Watch it burn, let it die
'Cause we are finally free tonighttttttt...
See?! It's about people escaping from prison! MISUNDERSTOOD prisoners, apparently. Who then BURN THE PRISON DOWN. I should definitely write fic about this. First I need a fandom about prisons, though. Prison Break? Oz?
... Yeah.
( Cut for image. Only one this time! )
Of fanfiction and awesome hair.
Dec. 26th, 2007 06:09 pmLately I've been reading an excess amount of Lord of the Rings fic... actually, that's pretty much all I've been reading online (except for yesterday's ANGSTY CARTOON FIC- and yes, that must always be written in all caps). I need to get a life. Desperately. The Mellon Chronicles are made of absolute LOVE- I read them all ages ago, and am probably going to re-read them again soon (hopefully the've stood the test of time... I hate it when things aren't as good as you remember them being).