Blood Sucker
The finals were meh; I actually fell asleep during the AP English Language final. I had 5 left to go when he called time.

After school, Reslyn and I returned to stained glass to finish our projects. Really, I have to get my box done. It's a thing of beauty.

I was talking to my new friend, Nioka (I hope that's how you spell her name), after school yesterday. She's a sports-med girl and apparently there involves actual human contact with the class. She had to wrap a toe for her final. A toe. Just not kosher.

But not as unholy as this.

How You Found Me
So, I was on my Site Meter again, and I found out it shows how people found my blog. Someone searched "Braveheart Death Scene Photos" on Yahoo, and I tried it, low and behold, was my blog under the 8th or so of the results that were shown. I can't believe I've had those words blogged on this thing. At the same time.


More

"descriptive paper about going to a rave"
"daphne loves derbie songs"
"lingat family" <-- Who's THAT!?
"ryan diaz"
"jeapardy game show theme music" HAHA misspelled, too
"thon conditioner" WHAT?!
"closing rapture nightclub in chicago"
"what is a synonym for silver?"

NOT a Four-Letter Word
Are destroying me. No posts for a while because of them; no time to do much of anything else at all.

Two sightings; cold dusk, I on the stairs, and like a blur. I can't even remember the second. I guess it was important.

The Semseter is over, so Stained Glass (Best Class EVAR) is over too. I miss them now; Even the people who cut class. I didn't talk to most of them but we were like one gigantic Stained Glass Artisan Guild or something, mang. Shizz's crazy. Stokholm Syndrome or what? At least I got to keep my glass cutter. Winter of '05, dude. Winter of the Glass HAHA.


Fortunes
My teacher nominated me for a national writing competition, the form is due on the 27th, will I make it?! I don't even know what to write about. Ever since the withdrawal from the act of settling, I've really been under a dry spell.

My mom and I went to a teriyaki place, had some pho. I opened two fortune cookie:

i. You will be successful in love.
ii. You will hear from an old friend.

As consequence, I'm crushing myself under the weight of "The Trapeze Singer" by Iron & Wine. Find/Listen here. Really, what a wonderful, abrasively sweet song. There are more on that page, I suggest:

"The Trapeze Swinger" by Iron & Wine
"Halloween" by Matt Pond PA
"Heartbeats" by Jose Gonzalez
"Blue Bird" by the Rosebuds
"This Modern Love" by Bloc Party
"Breathe Me" by Sia
"Come On! Feel the Illinoise!" by S. Stevens

Actually, all of them are good. I Guess I'm Floating is a daily must-read for me. Hit that.


The Rest, I Guess
I was looking at my site meter, and apparently people are seeing this blog from around the states. I even got a person from China to see this. I adore you, by the way, random people. Good stuff. Now comment.

BBM. OPRAH. FRIDAY.

If you haven't seen it yet. WHY? Oh, cause Project Runway is on. Right. Now.

Too Many Things
I've been running on caffeine and my own drive for the past couple of days. I've slept less than 24 hours total in the last week or so. I'm dying, here.
,br> Plus, there's the issue of long losts, right? My god, it's been ages since 8th grade. Ages I'm going through a breakdown and yes, it's as bad as you think it is.

Anyway, I'm being consumed by homework. Really, I've been so dilligent in getting it done, I work hours and hours, yet after I complete one thing, there's more I have to do. It's not like days are letting up on me, and weekends are excuses to pile more work. I can't believe I'm even complaining about school. How teenager, no? I think next year, I'm taking running start. Or something. Anything. I can't keep on doing this.

On a side note, I like my tragic characters. Arthur Dimmesdale is one of them.

American Civil Liberties Union

American Civil Liberties Union

American Civil Liberties Union

American Civil Liberties Union

American Civil Liberties Union

Go there, realize what's going on; It doesn't matter what you are, conservative or liberal, Democrat of Republican - it doesn't matter. What matters is our rights as citizens, which are impeded not on basis of partisan but by the problems of government in dealing with its people (even if it's mainly the Republican Party HAHA). I'm sure if there was a Democratic President, I'd be against that too, but isn't that why democracy is a good thing? We can change stuff. Really. Please, go. Alito must be stopped. Patriot Act must be stopped. Gross misuse of executive power and spying on American people must be stopped. Rights must be given to all people; We're America Gatdangit. Keep it that way.


Also, go to ACLU TV to watch some really good videos; I especially like the one on dissent. Anyone up for a peace rally?!

People for the American Way is also a good one.

I know you guys think I'm crazy, and I know it's kewler to have a laid-back attitude and not care what's going on (Misha), but still, this is really important to me, and should be for everyone.

Let's make some picket signs, they can be artistic and novel enough for Misha to even join in. Maybe we could attach useless telephone recievers to them and have slogans that say "For a Good Time, Call Your Local Voter Registration Booth." HAHAHA ok wotev.

Oh Yeah, She's Really Foxy
Friday we had a "Movie Marathon." Instead we sat around and watched tapes of SNL, Reslyn got muzak from me, and job hunted. Not until later did we watch the only movie of the night, Boogie Nights. Which is mahvelous.

I got gifts from Monica, Misha, and Mariela:

Monica: Victor's Secret Bag, Gold Toe Feet Lingerie
Misha: Vogue with Jake G. in it and Note Ring Thing
Mariela: ELO's "The Hits," Dr. Dog's "Easy Beat," Two Amazing Mix Cds.

I need to emotize my journal. Taking pictures before the dance. Le sigh. HAHA

Pressing F11 is whacky.

I <3 Insomnia
Yesterday, I was awake for more than 24 hours straight. I worked on a AP Chem Worksheet that I thought would be due. It wasn't. But I wasn't really tired throughtout the day. I might have felt more energetic, even. But when I got home, I fell straight onto bed. But still, I did get alot of work done. I felt so accomplished, y'know? Sleep is such a wasteful thing. I need to get more things done.

I want to be a better student. I need to be a better student. I'm going to be a better student.

I'm going to actually read those poems I print. Scout's honour.

I like this idea of trying to share muzak with you kids. Head over to Old Boy, I'll have some stuff up on We Are Wolves. Noise funk? Yes, please.

Top of the Pops
I wrote that entry from January 1st today, actually. But I want it to be the first entry of the month. I've been dying to write it, just never had the time.

Just for me to remember...

My 20 Most Played Songs of 2005

01. All is Full of Love - Björk (25 Plays)
02. Losing You - Brenda Lee (21 Plays)
03. Chariot - Page France (18 Plays)
04. ...Funny How We Don't Talk Anymore - Remote V. (18)
05. Again - Mellowdrone (14 Plays)
06. Clinically Dead - Chad Van Gaalen (13 Plays)
07. In the Aeroplane Over the Sea - Matt Pond PA (13 Plays)
08. Benefits of Lying ... - Apples in Stereo (12 Plays)
09. Crown of Love - Arcade Fire (12 Plays)
10. The Owls Go - Architecture in Helsinki (12 Plays)
11. Day in the Life - the Beatles (12 Plays)
12. The Greatest - Cat Power (12 Plays)
13. War on Sound - Moonbabies (12 Plays)
14. I Never - Rilo Kiley (12 Plays)
15. King of the Road - Rufus Wainwright (12 Plays)
16. House Fire - Someone Still Loves You B. Yeltsin (12 Plays)
17. Plenty Is Never Enough - Tenement Halls (12 Plays)
18. Closer - the Tiny (12 Plays)
19. Did You See the Words - Animal Collective (11 Plays)
20. Passenger Seat - Death Cab for Cutie (11 Plays)


Really, these numbers should be more, cause I listened to these nonstop in the mornings on CD and days on end in my Walkman while my iPod was broken. Also, iTunes doesn't count songs you play only halfway through. Oh well, it's a pretty good look into 2005 for me. You guys do it too, I dare you.

Start the 2006 in a good way:

Tim Seely - On Film I Play Myself

I hope I don't get attacked for that.

Also, to be cryptic and stuff, As we counted down from 2005 to 2006, I held on to an autographed Ace of Spades card in my pocket. Le sigh.

No Hicks in 2006. Please.

Repose and Review
I think I'm ready for this new year; I'm not prepared, but I think I'm ready. Anadiplosis (a'thahnk you vurry much).

2005 is so last year. Overall I think it was a good year. I feel like it's opened my eyes a bit further. Where I said I wasn't prepared for 2006, I was thought I was in 2005.

"
I've found purpose for my assorted cardboard wafers, stencils, stamps and inkpads. I've found raison d'etre, memento mori.

- January 17, 2005 "

No more of that. Too doomed, roight?

I think I've learned to settle. Not in the lazy sense, in the realistic sense. I realized it might not just be me, and that's comforting, slightly. I learned that forgiveness doesn't necessarily mean you're giving up. But giving up isn't as bad as it seems. Y'dig? Meh.

I gave up a 5 year crash waiting to happen. Drained? Sort of. I thought walls were caving in for a while. Walls are still caving in, but that's only to promote motivation, right? People get scared cause they want to protect themselves. Self-presevation is a great thing.

I would be horribly awful without this year's music, Seattle, some amazing kewl people, movies, admissions, self-interpreted signs from a higher power, and even Togs. Really we're so young, but we're growing up, guys. Even Misha 9___9

In a year, 98% of our cells are replaced. Our skin, teeth, hair, muscle cells, our heart and even brain cells are being made anew. We literally aren't the same people we were last January. What is it that makes us, us, when what we were just falls off?

The first movie I watched this year was The Exorcism of Emily Rose with my cousins. Laura Linney's character (yes, she's in it; I was shocked too) came across a gold locket on the sidewalk with her initials on it. Out of all the people, she said, that walked on that sidewalk, she found it. She went on about how she felt that no matter her mistakes in life, no matter what she's done or the choices she's made, it felt like she was at the right place. Where she was meant to be. I know this is from The Exorcism of Emily Rose, for Vishnu's sakes, but still. That's amazing to comprehend, is it not?

Signs, I believe in. Messages, chance occurences, even those Goddamned fortunes in fortune cookies and Dove chocolates. My body is not what it was years ago, my thoughts not what they were a second ago. I'm just now starting to believe in my own soul. That it exists.

Here's to 2005 and things that we've been believing even if against what is possible. Here's to starting new ones. We're not made out of cells; our bodies are just tools. We're made out of everything else, chance occurences.