I just drank a Monster, ate some candy, and I'm listening to all of this crazy awesome techno.
Really, I don't need drugs.
TAMPA TOMORROW! (well actually today) This is probably the last good night's worth of sleep I'll get until Sunday.
LMAO @ this vid.
Early release days are awesome. Kept up the tradition of being the first to McDonalds. The only thing that sucks about Early Release is that school ends in the middle of the day, the peak of hotness. It was like 90-something degrees. But no rain and no homework!
Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Blurry Rain in My Frosty
Random title. Somewhat symbolic, but I shall explain.
The rain part is self-explanatory. It has been pouring for the past week. I have gotten drenched everyday walking home, with or sans Umbrella. It gets depressing after 5 days of this constant moisture-ridden journey. Okay, maybe I'm just bitter because I had to take off my glasses because the rain droplets further impaired my vision. I stepped in a huge puddle soaking my entire foot and lower leg without noticing until I took the next step...TWICE! Curse you, occipital lobe! Turn on that stupid 'Depth Perception' switch!
Now for the Frosty. Wendy's makes this delicious dairy product, not quite your typical soft serve. If you didn't know, I happen to be very lactose intolerant. Me + Dairy = BAD! It just doesn't work! Unfortunately, I really want a Frosty. Usually when I take part in these dairy indulgences, I forget the mostly useless Lactaid and deal with the abdominal discomfort. I had dairy today with no digestive supplements. Ugh, whhhyyyy. (I know, it's my fault, I shouldn't complain)
So, how does all of this relate? Well as we all know, Frosties are already crammed with artificial this and that and all of those chemicals that you can't pronounce. Rain is filled with pollutants. Imagine that you were trying to eat a frosty while it was raining, not being able to see 4 feet in front of you, attempting to dodge puddles, and of course not thinking about how this thing will never digest into your body. Sounds fun, huh? Rain exacerbates* everything.
Random thought: Why can't my school sell those lovely sounding Cherry Popsicle things that Rich's advertises on their site? No dairy? [gasp!]
::Smash Mouth's "Story of My Life" begins playing in the background::
On a lighter note, school is interesting. Barely. That's about it. I've compiled some of my favorite quotes thus far this week:
(before a test) "Clear your desks so the people next to you have a clear view of your paper" - Lacroix
"Windows is a horrible operating system. Everyone still uses it." - Calder
"BAT Testing will be administered ON TOMORROW" - Morning Announcements
"You know this thing can make grades go down to negative values?" - Euler
Minutes later: "HOW THE HELL DO I HAVE A -10 IN THIS CLASS!?" - someone in my class
(After hearing two people suddenly burst into laughter) "Oh don't worry Noelle, I was just using you as a point of reference" - Lexa
In the End, I still have to work Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger, because it really wasn't a Bad Day and I'm Walkin' on the Sun. So Much I plan on Sleeping In, but Don't Stop Me Now because I Drive Myself Crazy and I find it Hard to Concentrate. Against All Odds, In My Life there is always Big Shit Poppin' and I Can't Stop, though I'm always Under Pressure. Here It Goes Again...
(lol ^ how many song titles can I use in a single blog post, much less a single sentence)
coolPoint++ to whoever knows all of the songs in that last blurb
I didn't have to take Benchmarks today because I don't have to!
Tampa in less than 2 days!
Early release tomorrow!
Yay! (Amazing how the tone of a post can change drastically within a few paragraphs.)
*See Emile, even normal people like me (HA!) use "big" words.
The rain part is self-explanatory. It has been pouring for the past week. I have gotten drenched everyday walking home, with or sans Umbrella. It gets depressing after 5 days of this constant moisture-ridden journey. Okay, maybe I'm just bitter because I had to take off my glasses because the rain droplets further impaired my vision. I stepped in a huge puddle soaking my entire foot and lower leg without noticing until I took the next step...TWICE! Curse you, occipital lobe! Turn on that stupid 'Depth Perception' switch!
Now for the Frosty. Wendy's makes this delicious dairy product, not quite your typical soft serve. If you didn't know, I happen to be very lactose intolerant. Me + Dairy = BAD! It just doesn't work! Unfortunately, I really want a Frosty. Usually when I take part in these dairy indulgences, I forget the mostly useless Lactaid and deal with the abdominal discomfort. I had dairy today with no digestive supplements. Ugh, whhhyyyy. (I know, it's my fault, I shouldn't complain)
So, how does all of this relate? Well as we all know, Frosties are already crammed with artificial this and that and all of those chemicals that you can't pronounce. Rain is filled with pollutants. Imagine that you were trying to eat a frosty while it was raining, not being able to see 4 feet in front of you, attempting to dodge puddles, and of course not thinking about how this thing will never digest into your body. Sounds fun, huh? Rain exacerbates* everything.
Random thought: Why can't my school sell those lovely sounding Cherry Popsicle things that Rich's advertises on their site? No dairy? [gasp!]
::Smash Mouth's "Story of My Life" begins playing in the background::
On a lighter note, school is interesting. Barely. That's about it. I've compiled some of my favorite quotes thus far this week:
(before a test) "Clear your desks so the people next to you have a clear view of your paper" - Lacroix
"Windows is a horrible operating system. Everyone still uses it." - Calder
"BAT Testing will be administered ON TOMORROW" - Morning Announcements
"You know this thing can make grades go down to negative values?" - Euler
Minutes later: "HOW THE HELL DO I HAVE A -10 IN THIS CLASS!?" - someone in my class
(After hearing two people suddenly burst into laughter) "Oh don't worry Noelle, I was just using you as a point of reference" - Lexa
In the End, I still have to work Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger, because it really wasn't a Bad Day and I'm Walkin' on the Sun. So Much I plan on Sleeping In, but Don't Stop Me Now because I Drive Myself Crazy and I find it Hard to Concentrate. Against All Odds, In My Life there is always Big Shit Poppin' and I Can't Stop, though I'm always Under Pressure. Here It Goes Again...
(lol ^ how many song titles can I use in a single blog post, much less a single sentence)
coolPoint++ to whoever knows all of the songs in that last blurb
I didn't have to take Benchmarks today because I don't have to!
Tampa in less than 2 days!
Early release tomorrow!
Yay! (Amazing how the tone of a post can change drastically within a few paragraphs.)
*See Emile, even normal people like me (HA!) use "big" words.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Stand Tall for Eric Shun!
"This is my little friend here, his name is Eric Shun. I want you to vote him for Mr. Dillard. He will try his very hardest, the hardest, to be as best as he can be!"
Best lunch ever!
The Story
In the cafeteria during lunch today, the security guy that makes loud, obnoxious announcements over the microphone allowed the students campaigning for various Miss this and Mister that to make announcements for themselves, or their promoters to do so rather. Mr. Jackson announces "Anyone that wanna announce they positions fo Homecomin' and Mista and Miss dis and dat can come up here right now and represent they candidates!"
Getting annoyed with the silly announcements, we pondered some interesting things to do with such free will over the microphone. DJ suggests we say something funny. We all begin exchanging weird names. Ben Dover, Ivana Fugalot are the first ones to come to mind. Then I remember a T-Shirt that I saw a while back "Eric Shun Moving Company" displayed along a long tractor-trailer. Everyone loves the idea and DJ literally takes it an runs with it. After debating the possibilities...either everyone will get it or no one will...he takes Emile and runs up to the podium.
After letting a few other real candidates go ahead, Mr. Jackson hands DJ the mic with no questions, and after only a few words, the whole cafeteria goes wild. Maybe it was just because DJ was white? Maybe it was because they actually got it? Nonetheless, Eric Shun got the loudest and most eventful cheers out of any of the candidates. Marc and I just sat there at our table, anticipating every moment, not believing that all of this actually happened.
We left before lunch was over to go to Mr. Calder's class as usual, telling everyone we knew along the way. They didn't believe us at all, but after a quick realization "Duh, it's Dillard!" everyone got a nice little chuckle. It was fun explaining it to people, watching the quizzical looks on their faces, and then waiting for the "OHHHH HAHA LOL!"
It's now halfway through 4th block, and the funnies have barely slowed down. And Emile's new name is now Eric, lol.
Calder: DJ you have to stop with this stuff
DJ: But it just keeps coming!
Random Person: Eric Shun? He's running? For what?
Emile: Your mom!
Great ending to a boring day!
Best lunch ever!
The Story
In the cafeteria during lunch today, the security guy that makes loud, obnoxious announcements over the microphone allowed the students campaigning for various Miss this and Mister that to make announcements for themselves, or their promoters to do so rather. Mr. Jackson announces "Anyone that wanna announce they positions fo Homecomin' and Mista and Miss dis and dat can come up here right now and represent they candidates!"
Getting annoyed with the silly announcements, we pondered some interesting things to do with such free will over the microphone. DJ suggests we say something funny. We all begin exchanging weird names. Ben Dover, Ivana Fugalot are the first ones to come to mind. Then I remember a T-Shirt that I saw a while back "Eric Shun Moving Company" displayed along a long tractor-trailer. Everyone loves the idea and DJ literally takes it an runs with it. After debating the possibilities...either everyone will get it or no one will...he takes Emile and runs up to the podium.
After letting a few other real candidates go ahead, Mr. Jackson hands DJ the mic with no questions, and after only a few words, the whole cafeteria goes wild. Maybe it was just because DJ was white? Maybe it was because they actually got it? Nonetheless, Eric Shun got the loudest and most eventful cheers out of any of the candidates. Marc and I just sat there at our table, anticipating every moment, not believing that all of this actually happened.
We left before lunch was over to go to Mr. Calder's class as usual, telling everyone we knew along the way. They didn't believe us at all, but after a quick realization "Duh, it's Dillard!" everyone got a nice little chuckle. It was fun explaining it to people, watching the quizzical looks on their faces, and then waiting for the "OHHHH HAHA LOL!"
It's now halfway through 4th block, and the funnies have barely slowed down. And Emile's new name is now Eric, lol.
Calder: DJ you have to stop with this stuff
DJ: But it just keeps coming!
Random Person: Eric Shun? He's running? For what?
Emile: Your mom!
Great ending to a boring day!
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Mission Mayhem!
We won!
After a horrible start, missing our first match and then losing EVERY SINGLE match except for our second to last, we made it to the elimination rounds. While standing waiting to possibly be picked, I was talking to a guy from 168, with both of us commenting on the first four pickings. We both thought that there was no way that either of us would be picked. They got rid of the serpentine draft, so after the #4 seed picked their first partner it went back to #1 to choose their second alliance partner. When Arefin asked the pink guy who they would be choosing to complete their alliance, he stumbled over his words, sending our team into crazy excitement mode. "Teams 233 and 108 [sudden screams from 108], (pause) oops, I mean 180, would like to invite team 108 to join our alliance!" There were 8 teams left to choose from, and we got picked by the #1! In true off season event fashion, I omitted the "team 108 graciously accepts" from our acceptance with a "Heck Yes!" instead.
I assumed that they picked us for defense, and indeed, I was right. We were all pretty much on the same page as far as strategy went. 233 would attempt to go for the most ringers as possible, with SPAM doing the same, except rushing back about 30 seconds before to deploy their ramps, while we kept the main two scorers on the blue alliance away from the rack.
Despite a field reset during an amazing match (a row of six with a vertical row of three and us and 233 preparing to go up 180's ramps), we didn't lose a single match of the elimination rounds, making us, along with PINK and SPAM, Mission Mayhem 2007 champions!
I can say that it was an exciting and fun event, but there were still a few spoiling factors. There was a point around 9:45am where I really wanted to quit the team right then and there. Pointless arguments over simple tasks, confusion, arrogance, conflicting goals...it doesn't matter that we brought home the win at all. A LOT will have to change before I can truly enjoy my experience with 108, if I ever get a chance to. At least we've got spirit, yes we do!
After a horrible start, missing our first match and then losing EVERY SINGLE match except for our second to last, we made it to the elimination rounds. While standing waiting to possibly be picked, I was talking to a guy from 168, with both of us commenting on the first four pickings. We both thought that there was no way that either of us would be picked. They got rid of the serpentine draft, so after the #4 seed picked their first partner it went back to #1 to choose their second alliance partner. When Arefin asked the pink guy who they would be choosing to complete their alliance, he stumbled over his words, sending our team into crazy excitement mode. "Teams 233 and 108 [sudden screams from 108], (pause) oops, I mean 180, would like to invite team 108 to join our alliance!" There were 8 teams left to choose from, and we got picked by the #1! In true off season event fashion, I omitted the "team 108 graciously accepts" from our acceptance with a "Heck Yes!" instead.
I assumed that they picked us for defense, and indeed, I was right. We were all pretty much on the same page as far as strategy went. 233 would attempt to go for the most ringers as possible, with SPAM doing the same, except rushing back about 30 seconds before to deploy their ramps, while we kept the main two scorers on the blue alliance away from the rack.
Despite a field reset during an amazing match (a row of six with a vertical row of three and us and 233 preparing to go up 180's ramps), we didn't lose a single match of the elimination rounds, making us, along with PINK and SPAM, Mission Mayhem 2007 champions!
I can say that it was an exciting and fun event, but there were still a few spoiling factors. There was a point around 9:45am where I really wanted to quit the team right then and there. Pointless arguments over simple tasks, confusion, arrogance, conflicting goals...it doesn't matter that we brought home the win at all. A LOT will have to change before I can truly enjoy my experience with 108, if I ever get a chance to. At least we've got spirit, yes we do!
Sunday, September 2, 2007
blink blink
In the past 24 hours, I have had 2 totally insane dreams. boat races, Diarrhea Island, robotics recruiting, the cast of the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, grape Kool-Aid, familiar faces from school, cop chases, waffles made with Special K and eggs, racism, support from the administration, Froot Loops -- now 3 times larger, underwater breathing devices...it was all crazy. I woke up so disoriented, thinking that all of this stuff was actually true. And for some reason I still think that I can make a waffle by cracking an egg over the waffle maker and mixing special K and milk with it. WEIRD!
The right transmission on the robot gave out right before the PTA meeting. BaneBots definitely sucks; I don't care how many hardened D plates and replacements we get. We may or may not get to play during Mayhem. :/ The only good to come out of it was that there might be a few more supportive individuals and the principal might see the team in a non-elitist way now. WHY does everything have to suck so much?
The right transmission on the robot gave out right before the PTA meeting. BaneBots definitely sucks; I don't care how many hardened D plates and replacements we get. We may or may not get to play during Mayhem. :/ The only good to come out of it was that there might be a few more supportive individuals and the principal might see the team in a non-elitist way now. WHY does everything have to suck so much?
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