The Stoa of Zeus and...HELLO, I'm back :)

Hey y'all. Missed me and my lovely southern-y ways of greeting? Even though I'm a northerner? (I'm serious, I'm from the North of China...lulz) Anyways!


I was gone from the internet for a long time. I was working on the Greek project so I needed internet, and now I am making use of my internet access to write y'all a post! Woohoo!
It shan't be a long post as my computer time is almost up, but that's okay, because any words of wisdom coming from my mature and 16 YEARS OLD (Happy belated Birthday to me, anyone?) lips will be greatly appreciated by y'all. RIGHT? * intimidating glare* RIGHT.


So my Greek project is on the Stoa of Zeus. Ever heard of it? No. There are like, 2 legitimate websites that contain information that is even slightly credible about this sketchy stoa stuff (see the alliteration?), and one of them cites the other as a source. Hello??? Anyone find that weird? So I used my amazing skills of super-clicking to click through the Google search pages until I reached 2 more credible pages (FYI, they were on pages 57 and 59). Surprise surprise guys, they both cited the first website. Whatever. As long as my presentation goes well and I get an A, I'm fine with it.


So. The time has come for me to say goodbye and farewell to you faithful readers (who don't leave any comments...except House's dad-HI HOUSE'S DAD!). I have Greek tomorrow (dur), so I need my beauty sleep. Especially since my SWEET SIXTEEN year has begun. Need to look glamorous to attract 'em lads like bees to honey!


'night.


Luv,
Lynda

Porridge.

HEllo!


My story was originally going to be longer than it will be, but oh my goodness look at the time! I need to get some sleep so that I will have enough energy to drag my poor dying body out of it's haven of warmth, comfort, and relaxation--the bed. FOR GREEK. Argh. TOo earlllly.


Anyways. Yesterday, my parents were out in the back yard along with my siblings, repaving the lovely stones in our, erm, yard's entrance path-thing. My mom told me to make some porridge (like, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, eh?). I said, obviously, yes. I mean, honestly, manual labor vs. cooking? DUR!


Five minutes after she had left, and I had dug out the bag of porridge flakes/grains/things/dry-stuff/porridge-stuff, I clutched it to me, and realized something.


I didn't know how the heck you make porridge.


Please don't think I'm lacking in necessary life skills. Because, first of all, making porridge is not a necessary life skill. Second of all, I can cook. Sort of. Like, I won't starve if you give me groceries, pots, seasonings, and a stove/oven/microwave to work with (hem, which....I mean, you could always just supply me with the monetary means to get those things...). I'm good a baking. My cakes are lovely.


Back to the story. So I've got a bag of raw (that's what you call it, eh? or is the term 'uncooked'?) porridge in my hands. I went out and asked my mom a...rather humiliating question. "Mom? How do you, er, make porridge, exactly?" She sort of disbelievingly and sarcastically replies, "You add water and turn on the flame" the unspoken "duh" was very much implied. So I went back inside, and I start adding water. I turned on the flame, then realized, heh, I'd forgotten to add the porridge. So I dump a bunch o' the stuff in. It looks fine, I feel like I'm doing this quite well. I turn away, to peel some garlic, and then I hear something. I turn around and--


OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS, it's overflowing!


Ha. So I panic, and completely forget what to do when something is boiling over (to take away the source of heat, dur), and I wave my hands at it, like a magician, frantically yelling, "STOPPIT! PLEASE STOP!!!!" Hey, it works on other chilluns, it should work on porridge. Of course, after a second, I regain my composure and turn off the heat. Works brilliantly. I move the pot to the other stove/heat thing on the stove, and clean up the dirty stove. Now. Repeat this process of overflowing and moving and cleaning 2x.


When the porridge is finally done,  I sit back, and sigh with relief. Gah. Well...now I  know how to make porridge...or, how not to make porridge.


Before I go to sleep, I might as well paste a little section of a chapter of Siri-Poo (my Harry Potter fanfiction, it's Sirius/OC, if you can't tell). xiy, my editor, has not seen this part yet, so...it's new to all!


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Gail (my OC) looked with confusion at the tankard of some unknown liquid that Sirius had just thrust into her hands.


"Firewhiskey," he explained, raising his own (slightly more full) tankard.


"Eh, you know we're not at the drinking age yet?" Gail asked, a bit wary of the alcoholic beverage in her hand. Sirius shrugged.


"No one'll know, 'sides, we're celebrating!" This last bit was reinforced by a loud shout of 'HURRAH FOR POTTER! BEST CAPTAIN EVER!' signifying that although it was very late, the Gryffindor house was still up and about. Gail tentatively sipped a bit of the Firewhiskey. It burned as it went down her throat, and she started spluttering, trying to make the horrible feeling go away. Sirius laughed, and after gulping down a bit of his own, reached for Gail's.


"Should of known you can't keep down a drink!" he snickered. Gail looked affronted, and promptly grabbed her drink back. This time, she took a long swig of it, and found it was better than it had been the first time. She swallowed another mouthful. Before long, Gail was guzzling down the Firewhiskey with Sirius by her side, wondering how she could have ever disliked it. She voiced this thought to Sirius. Sirius nodded, although, it was more of a sideways swaying of his Firewhiskey imbibed head.


"I like thissstuff! Issgood!"


"Yeah! Fir-furr-feeur...thisstuffff! Issverry...reffree-freez-frushh....rejoo-juuv-jivanahting...er, coOL!"


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How'd you like it? Good? I hope. :) Fun little part to write. The hangover should be even more fun to write about :D


Hup, well, it's off to bed we go! *whistles* Heigh-ho heigh-ho, it's off to bed I go!.... yup. Need that sleep.


Ack. Greek. House is smart. Y'know why? She didn't take morning classes like...Greek.


Luv, Lynda

CONVENTION IS IN LESS THAN TWO WEEKS ZOMG

I'm so excited! Latin Convention is quickly approaching, and I can't wait. It's so great that we have something to look forward to in February, which is, overall, a terrible month.

A list of reasons why I don't like February:

10. So much homework. Teachers feel obligated to make second semester harder than first semester, because that way it seems like we're making progress.

9. It' so cold. The temperature this time of year makes me want to curl up in my bed and refuse to get up until April.

8. The cold makes me fat because I eat chocolate when I'm cold.

7. Ice. It's not fun. It's cold (see #9 and #8) and it's slippery and therefore is the source of many bruises on Virgil's poor posterior. Ice = bad.

6. Snow. It's nice in December when it's all white and fluffy, but now that it's been sitting there for a couple months it's all brown and gross and gets all over everything. 

5. There's so much pink everywhere because of Valentine's Day. I don't mind Valentine's Day, but I HATE PINK.

4. The sun hardly ever comes out in February. The sun came out today, and it was probably the first time all month. That is sad. Which leads to #3:

3. The lack of sunshine and blue sky makes people depressed, like legit - clinical depression gets worse, which leads to #2:

2. More people commit suicide. Suicide = not good. It is very sad.

1. Did I already mention the COLD?

So yeah, now I'm done complaining.

Here are some things that I like about February:

4. Valentine's Day = <3

3. Sledding! (I haven't been sledding in ages, but it makes chilluns happy, and happy chilluns = good)

2. People who keep their Christmas lights up make me happy.

1. LATIN CONVENTION YAYY!!!!

So that's a 5:2 ratio of things that I don't like about February : things that I do like.

For most months, that ratio is more like 1:3, which is a much happier ratio.

Therefore, I have mathematically proved that February = bad. Even the Romans thought so! They named it after the word for fever, and fever is bad.

Now I'm going to talk about parody week, which shall be next week. 6LCF - you have all received the email which assigned you your Curly Fry whom you shall parody. Here is your assignment:

1. On your assigned person's day, you shall post. (The person who has Momo will post on Monday, etc.)

2. Post in that person's color.

3. Write it like a stereotypical post of said person - make fun of her, but DON'T BE MEAN. >:(

4. People can guess who wrote said post, but we will NOT be revealing who is who until the end of the week, or else it'll be no fun for the people at the end of the week.

Um, that's about it. Anyone else have rules they feel should be added? Leave them in the comments and I'll edit them in.

I think tomorrow (Sunday) we're doing a joint group-post for Valentine's Day, even though the holiday is actually Monday - unless the person who is Momo has an idea for a Valentine's Day post. If you are that person, please comment anonymously and let us know that you want to do the Valentine's Day post.

In other news - I'm starting a new novel called The Second Star to the Right, and xiy and/or House and/or anyone else who wants to (besides my immediate family, who are not allowed to read anything I write) are invited to be my Official Editors.

This is a long post. I hope it didn't take too much effort for you to read it. Kudos if you stuck with me 'til* the end!

Happy Valentine's Day in advance!

Virgil

*I hate it when people say "till" when they mean "until" because it sounds like they're saying, "Xanthias, till the soil, for the field is small but the work is large" so I always say 'til.

A Meme from Me!

Hey there.

As I have nothing interesting to write about, I'm just going to do what Virgil did on Saturday. Apparently it's called a meme...

From Urban Dictionary: Meme- noun. (4th definition) in blogspeak, an idea that is spread from blog to blog

From The Daily Meme: In the context of web logs / ‘blogs / blogging and other kinds of personal web sites it’s some kind of list of questions that you saw somewhere else and you decided to answer the questions. Then someone else sees them and does them and so on and so on. I generally consider these to be actual questions and not some multiple choice quizzes that determine some result at the end (what color you are most like, what cartoon character are you, what 80s movie are you).

Now that we've established what a meme (this type) is, here is mine(in the same format, w/ the same format as Virgil):

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
"Single Ladies" by Beyonce-ahm...ok

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
"Big Time Rush" by Big Time Rush-hehe...yeah, sure, I like ppl who listen to their heart, and live in the moment... 

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
"Just a Dream" by Carrie Underwood-*blink* that's kinda depressing.

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
"遺失的美好" by Angela Zhang-why am I getting this? I don't deserve this! (to clarify, the song is about losing something/everything good)

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
"Hey, Soul Sister" by Train-erm. neh. idk, this one's weird. I guess I feel that people should have a soul sister/brother?

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
"怎么办" by S.H.E.-BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!...(clarification, this is the theme song to this Chinese drama where this girl dresses as a boy to go to this all boys school, so she can stalk this other guy...the song is about not knowing what to do about her huge crush, blushing whenever he's around, her heart speeding...) So...my friends think I'm hawt? They, erm, like-like me? Gosh. Are you guys not telling me something?

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
"Gotta Get Back to Hogwarts" by StarKidPotter-Ack. >.< That's not a good song for this...though, is it true? I guess...*sigh* I do want to go to Hogwarts...but...yeah....NEXT QUESTION!

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
"If I Ever Could Love" by Keith Urban-Oh, I love this song! Except...do I think about love a lot? wow...doesn't sound like me, the I-Think-Love-is-completely-rubbish-for-me-but-hey-I'm-fine-with-y'all-being-lovey-dovey-just-don't-get-it-on-me!

WHAT IS 2+2?
"525600 Minutes" by RENT-hahahaha...sure. Let's go with that. Hey! Look at that, I even remembered the units! :)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
 "Everywhere" by Michelle Branch-(that song on the old CHASE commercials? "'Cause you're everywhere!") Ha. Yup. I think my friends are everywhere. I love you guys for that! <3

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
"Because You Live" by Jesse Mccartney+"Lukas Podolski"-So, this one, my iPod played two seconds of the latter, then skipped to the first one. Erm. The 2nd song is in German...I think it basically worships Podolski though...I worship the guy I like? Awww...the 1st song is so sweet. Idk. Maybe I really like the guy, and it's for him that I live, I live to worship him?

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
"Hot n' Cold" by Katy Perry-HA! I'm a PMSing bitch who's bi-polar! HAHA! It's rather close, too!

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
"Hero" by Sterling Knight-Wow. I'm gonna be a hero for the person I love? jeez. I should get my future "love" to pay me for "hero services"

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
"I'm Alive" by Celine Dion-this is surprisingly consistent. I seem to "get wings to fly, I'm alive" when I see the person that I (look above) live to worship...

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
"(Absolutely)Story of a Girl" by Nine Days-uhm...they think I cry too much, but they love me when I smile? I don't cry though!

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
"Trouble is a Friend" by Lenka-this is sooooooo ominous...is it an omen? That I'm gonna find trouble when I'm acting as the "hero" of my love? Yeesh, creepy.

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
"America AO" by Aaron Carter-Yeah. Right. Play a pop/rap/rock/heavymetal-ish song at my funeral, future grandkids! I DARE YOU. Watch me come out of my grave and smack your little behinds! *fume*

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
"Pocketful of Sunshine" by Natasha Bedingfield-HAHAHAHAHA. I like to laugh and smile and be happy, and dance with butterflies!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
"青花瓷" by Jay Chou-Ahhhh...if I don't really know what the heck this song is about...I don't even know what the title really means! Well, it's pretty. So, um, I think you guys are all pretty.

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
"If I Were a Boy" by Beyonce-MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!! YES! THAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
"Kiss a Girl" by Keith Urban-Erm...I'm gonna die cuz I kissed a girl? STDs? Herpes? Poison? Disgust? Stab in the back? 

So, that was my very amusing meme about me! It was fun. I liked the 2nd last one. It fit soooooo well. Haha. *wipes tears from laughter* So...gotta go to sleep now! (Or do my Greek hw...) G'night!

Luv, Lynda

P.S. I know what I'm gonna write about next week, if nothing big happens. Remember that question about "what my friends think of me"? The song to that was for a Chinese Drama. I think I'll write my condensed version...Should be fun. I liked that drama...slightly weird and totally improbable, and mildly creepy, but whatever. 

Sorry to Ruin the Winter Cheer

I noticed that xiy has posted the winter holidays banner...it made me feel slightly guilty that I'm completely not feeling the happiness. Why? Because

TODAY IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE

Yes. That's why.

Let me start off my story (my, lotsa stories there's been) with an explanation: Yesterday, it snowed so bloody much, I thought there was gonna be a *SNOW DAY* today.

A corner of our backyard. With a wisteria.

Ha! My face is pixelated. I love playing with Photoshop. Me+fence door+lights

 

 

As you can see, it was pretty...I was happy yesterday... Anyways, so I really was hoping for a snow day...but today, not a snow day got progressively worse.

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EVENTS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER:

1. I wake up at 7:50. School starts in 10 minutes. I panic, rush out of bed, brush teeth, throw on clothes, rush out door.

2. Forgot lunch, run back in, get lunch.

3. Forgot keys, run back in, get keys.

4. Rush to school, see xiy's dad point to indicate xiy is long gone...DUH. This irritates me as I am still in a sleepy/panicky stupor.

5. Goes to 1st period. Math. Takes math test. Fails math test. (I'm not even kidding. Math teacher calls me up after 10 minutes of grading, asks, "What happened?" I've gotten all the problems on the last page: WRONG)

6. Goes to 2nd period. French. Gets told that store project thingy is next week...Is irritated

7.Goes to 3rd period. Global Studies. Does stupid worksheets in stupid class filled with stupid people who ask stupid questions and can't answer any other way but stupidly to stupid crossword puzzles. 

          Where was the first atomic bomb dropped in Japan? Stupid Person: Uhhh...Tokyo? Me: NO. Stupid   

          Person: Shanghai? Me: THAT'S IN CHINA YOU STUPID PERSON!!!

          What happened to the US in the Pacific that caused the US to declare war on Japan? Stupid Person: 

          Uhmmm...WWII? Me: NO. Stupid Person: They shot the president? Me: NO. Stupid Person: The  

          D-Day Invasion? Me: NO YOU STUPID PERSON, THAT WAS IN NORMANDY!!!!

8. Goes to 4-5th period. Orchestra. Director informs everyone that the trip to France picture is being taken today. Wear black. (I'm wearing bright purple with white stripes)

9. Goes to lunch. *sigh* peace...

10. Goes to 7-8th period. Science. Idiot teacher TinRabbit tells everyone: "That super-huge-outline-you-stayed-up-the-whole-night-finishing-and-then-failed-your-math-test-because-of? It's not due until tomorrow."

11. Goes to 9th period. English. Nothing, really...

12. Goes to 10th period. Gym. Gets picked to be on a stereotypical black ppl team. Rowdy, cussing, competitive, thinks Asians are useless. Gets pushed around by a fat bitch on said team. Screamed at by team captain: Arrogant, stupid, obnoxious, skinny-jean-wearing, ugly-butt, disgusting, stinky brat (boy). "You just standin' there lookin' retarded!" Loses to all other teams. Loses the Win-a-Popsicle round. Doesn't get popsicle for 4th day in a row.

13. Goes to crew practice. Dies of exhaustion. But fun. :)

14. Goes home. Freezing. Turns on heater.

15. Parents come home. Dad still giving silent treatment.

16. Eat dinner. After dinner, dad yells about how I should just quit the Middle School Science Olympiad team cuz I don't practice. Also cuz the teachers had high expectations, thought I was good enough to come back and help. Dad says that I should tell them I quit because I'm not good enough. I suck. I suck at life, I suck at school, I suck at not being fat as a pig for slaughter, I suck at running, I suck at crew, I suck at committing to things, I suck at this, I suck at that..etc.

17. Goes upstairs, feeling very, very, very depressed, angry, sad, hurt...etc. Mom yells at me for talking to her funny(I didn't), tells me to go downstairs and make brownies for my dad. I ask why, she yells at me for being nosy...?

18. End of the day...If all of my wishes had come true for today, a lot of people would be dead or tortured.

19. Writes post...goes over day...feel awful.

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 More pictures from yesterday! (trying to force myself to be happy here)

Another look..See the specks of snow on the camera lens?

My hand is on the ground. You can barely see the top of the snow!

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THEME WEEK!

YAY! It's another theme week! (Oh gosh, my posts become so long)

Here's a story in my diary that I wrote on March 9th when I was in 3rd grade...Yes. I know the date. I wrote it in my diary...

Copied exactly, no changes at all:

Story (Cindellian*

                           Ellian Genine**

Once upon a time there was a princess who loved a prince but her father would not allow it. "BUT FATHER I love him!" "NO!" Knock Knock "Your Magessty.*** You have a message From King Hall and Queen Senia." "You are invited to dinner." So when King Genine (her father) left she sneaked off with her beloved and got married. King Genine was actually quite happy! "I love You" was what Ellian told Mike her husband.

The End

*This was completely scribbled out with purple gelpen

**This was written approximately in that place relative to the title in purple gelpen

***The extra "s" was scribbled out.

The purple stuff is where I started to write in purple ink. The gray is when I wrote with pencil...

Hope you enjoyed my professionally written story!

Luv, Lynda

P.S. Greek tomorrow....*groan*

I KNOW IT'S DECEMBER!!!

Beware the stupid people who feel the need to point out the month every time they see you.

Why am I so annoyed about it? The story:

This boy, "可气"...pronounced: "Ke-qi"(I'll refer to him as Keqi, ok?), saw me this morning, and he said, "Hi Lynda, it's December!"

Me: "Great..."

Keqi: "3 more weeks, eh?"

Me: "...?"

Keqi: "WINTER BREAK!!!" *laughs idiotically*

Me: "Yeah...great!"

Keqi: "Whatcha doin' this break-time?"

Me: "Um...staying at home, sleeping."

Keqi: "Cool."

Me: "Uh, I have to go to...math. Bye."

Keqi: "Sure, bye! You're so smart, you take 9HonorsMath!...you're such an Asian...Oh wait, you are an Asian!" *I-am-so-funny laugh*

Me: *gnash teeth*

Then what happens? On my way to 2nd period. I see him in the hall:

Keqi: *waves frantically* "It's DECEMBER!!!"

Me: *waves back...* "yay!"

On way to 3rd period:

Me: "I don't wanna go to Global Studies...*mumblemumble*"

Keqi: *sees prey(me)* "HI LYNDA! IT'S DECEMBER!"

Me: "..."

Keqi: "SO COOL, HUH?"

Me: "I have to go to Global Studies...Don't wanna be late for funnest class I have!" *scamper*

On way to locker to get my packed lunch:

Keqi: "HI LYNDA, IT'S DECEMBER!"

Me: "..."

Keqi: "It's DECEMBER! 3 weeks left! Aren't you excited?"

Me: "Yeah. Look, I gotta go before the line to buy lunch is too long. Bye!"

Keqi: "OK! BYE!"

On way to 10th period:

Keqi: "Hi Lynda! It's Decem-"

Me: *Lynda goes boom* I KNOW IT'S DECEMBER! WOULD YOU STOP TELLING ME IT'S DECEMBER?! I DON'T FRICKIN' CARE IF IT'S DECEMBER! I KNOW ALREADY! STOP TELLING ME IT'S DECEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*SCREAMS LOUDLY AND SHRILLY* *TAKES OFF RUNNING IN OPPOSITE DIRECTION*

And that was my day...Interesting, no?

Guess what ppl? Crew started again, today! It was actually pretty fun/tiring...I still have hw to do, so I'm not very happy about that. In fact, if this becomes like the Autumn, my posts will probably be short, incoherent(remember that one post?), and about sleep and my hatred of Greek mornings...Ah well...I've warned you. I hope it won't become like that...I'll try hard not to let it become like that, ok? Ok.

Luv, Lynda

Why?

My post is going to be similar to Momo's post. Except that the format will be in "WHY"'s, and lots of ranting.

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SIDENOTE: I realized after writing this post that it's split into two parts. One for complaints, and one for HAPPY things. The complaints are in "WHY" format, and the happy things are strung in one huge run-on sentence that my English teacher and xiy and House would be appalled at...if it wasn't so dang happy...If you would like to skip my very interesting and fun(ny) ranting, please scroll down...you should be able to see the rather large words :) Have fun reading!
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WHY do teacher's think that they should give you tons of homework when it's THURSDAY? Is it 'cause they believe that it's the day before the day the shouldn't give homework (Friday), so "let's cram in as much stuff as we can before the day!"????????????

WHY is it necessary to gamble all of your points in Final Jeopardy?

WHY did my teammates find it necessary?

WHY did we fricking lose all the points, and then the "Blue Ninjas" won because they were smart enough to leave 100 points?

WHY did I not know the 5 countries/regions that were affected by the war?

WHY is Germany not part of the said "5 countries/regions that were affected by..." World War 1?

WHY is France not part of that^?

WHY is it that whenever I look at something for a while, my glasses start sliding down the non-existent bridge of my nose?

WHY do I have not have a  bridge for my nose?

WHY is it that my brother feels like he has to cry EVERY FRICKING DAY for at least 10 minutes?

WHY is it that my sister feels the need to provoke my brother into crying?

WHY does my house feel freezing when I'm at home after school, and then when my parents come home, it warms up again?

WHY do I have to wake up so early tomorrow to go to Greek?

WHY do I keep bumping my head into things?

WHY does my elbow keep jamming into things?

WHY do I have chronic pain in my neck? ACTUAL pain. Like, I have a crik in it the WHOLE DAY.

WHY do I think that I just spelled "crik" wrong, and Firefox did not give it a red squiggly?

WHY did I forget what "chronic" meant?

WHY do I procrastinate to do my homework?

WHY do I have to have a vocab quiz in Greek tomorrow?

WHY do I have the world's most STUPID Physics teacher?

WHY does she dress like a 5 year-old? WHY is she so fricking stupid? WHY does she not know what she's teaching? WHY...etc.

WHY do I have an outline due on Monday that I haven't started yet? (20 or 30 PAGES!!!)

WHY is Momo such a cruel person? She tortured me! She told me the outline ^ was due on FRIDAY!!!

WHY...there's more, but I think this is long enough...
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On a happier note, MY BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OMIGOSH MY BIRTHDAY IS TOMMMMMOOOORRRROOOOOWWWW, HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PT 1 IS COMING OUT IN LESS THAN 6 HOURS (ALMOST 5 NOW), THE WORLD IS PERFECT (minus the above things^ the "WHY"s), I'M GOING TO BE A YEAR OLDER, MY EARS ARE FINALLY PIERCED, I'M GOING TO WATCH HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS, THERE'S GOING TO BE A PRETTY BANNER FOR ME TOMORROW, MAYBE SOMEONE MADE A FACEBOOK MESSAGE ABOUT ME-A SECRET ONE *SQUEEE!!!*, THE BLOG IS GOING TO BE DECORATED IN MY HONOR, OMIGOSH I THINK MOMO IS MAKING A PLAY-DOH PICTURE FOR MY BANNER, I LOOOOOVVVVEEEE BIRTHDAYSSS!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *SQUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*

Have a nice day!

Luv, Lynda

Poetry Makes My Ears Go *BOOM*

Hiiiii....So today I wrote a poem, I'm going to post it. I know it sucks but I don't care. It actually just doesn't make sense....

My POEM:

Once upon a time,

There was a little lime,

He fell in love with a pear

But had to despair

For the pear was in love with the thyme.

Wasn't that fantastic?

Now, onto my post. Today was rather boring, so I won't write about it. I'm gonna write about poetry. (About Poetry, not WRITE poetry) Poetry...poooooeeeettttrrryyyy.....pppppppppoetry....pppoooooooooEtry.. ..poeeeeeeeeetry... POETRY...poetry? pooooooppetry...popopopopopopopopoppopopoetry. yeah...somehow, the thought of me writing about poetry for my post is just....weird. So, er, um, I'm gonna switch the topic...*mind goes blank* ya know what? I'm just going to call it quits for tonight. I'm very sleepy(hahahaha...House and xiy complained that lately all my posts have been about me being sleepy and me not liking Greek at this time....sorry, but I think it's going to be like that again), and I have Greek tomorrow....which I hate right now :)

G'night

Lynda

An Apple A Day Keeps the Doctor Away

*munch munch* I rather like apples.

So today I went to see my doctor for a check-up. As we were pulling up into the parking lot of the place (do I call it a hospital? Or "the check-up/flu shot/everything-but-the-hospital place", or the doctor's office?), the saying, "an apple a day keeps the doctor away" popped into my head. All of a sudden, I'm like, hey! I ate 5 apples yesterday, why am I here? I also have a cough that is really annoying, cuz it's like, a cough that isn't phlegm-y, but is what happens when I can't breathe in any air. It's kinda like an asthma attack...do people cough during asthma attacks? idk, anyways, so I cough, and I can't breathe, unless I hold my breath, breathe until I feel like my wind tunnel's blocked again, hold my breath, then breathe again. That way, when I do it three times, there's enough air for me to cough one gigundous cough, and I'll be able to breathe again...for 10 more breaths, and then I have to repeat. Arghh. Typing proves to be so much easier. I can no longer laugh, cuz I'll run out breath-able time. Does that make any sense? *cough cough coughcoughcoughcough* *holds breath* *half a gasp* *cough coughcoughcough* *holds breath* *rush for waterbottle(acts as inhaler)* *half gasp* *drink* *sigh* yup. That's exactly what happens. It just happened....I hate being sick. I think, since I've eaten like, 30 apples in the past 3 days, I should not be sick. If the saying's correct, I should be healthy as a healthy horse! ARGHHHHH!!!! ok. That's all. I have Greek tomorrow, g'night!

Luv,

Lynda

There Needs to be a School Holiday in October

Because there aren't any in the school district in which the 6LCF reside, and it sucks. Columbus Day, while an extremely silly holiday (my opinion of Christopher Columbus is rather low), really should be an excuse to get a day off, but no. We still have to go to school. Ick.
On the topic of school holidays, it seems that as one progresses through the schools, one has fewer and fewer days off. In elementary school, there are four parent-teacher conference days in which one does not have to go to school (if I remember correctly). However, once one hits middle school, the number drops from four to two (or one? I don't remember; but it's definitely a lower number).
Also, in elementary school, there's a ton of professional days and stuff like that. Little kids want to go to school; they don't need all those days off. 
Sure, we get early-dismissal days once a month, but that's only once a month and one still has to go to school, albeit for a shorter amount of time.

There also should be naptime in high school, because it would be put to much better use in high school than in kindergarten. [And then maybe naptime could be during gym class; I would very much support that change. There are only so many games of knockout one can stand before one loses one's mind completely.]

Fencing was very enjoyable. We started footwork much later than usual, and Virgil and I just sat around and talked for a while (Momo, sadly, did not attend). A few new people came today.
Oh, I found out just how terrible I am at arresting the motion of falling gloves. -.-;;


NINETEEN DAYS UNTIL NANOWRIMO! :O
[And, Poofy, even though nineteen days *seems* like a lot, it is most certainly not when one is talking about the onset of November and insanity. Two weeks and five days isn't nearly as long as it sounds.]



Not much else to say for today. Greek class tomorrow (in which we will learn about Dicaeopolis's big, brave boy named Philip; Xanthias, as always, will probably be his lazy, clumsy, Captain-Obvious self). :)


xiy

Oooh. Pretty

I was introduced to "Flurrious" by Virgil. So I thought, oooh, fun. I went to find other things like Flurrious, and out popped this cool place. I have made many pictures, for this post! They are of the Curly Fries' names. In the color of their posts. In order by day. Hope you like it. (cuz I took a really long time at this.) Though, there are some really cool pictures some people have done. I don't have the skillz for it...Enjoy!

Momo:

 

xiy:

Carrie:

Oops. Sorry, all the names I have time for...oooh, perfect. I did 3. I think I'll do the other 3 names next week..ok! YAY! I found a solution. It's a cliffhanger!

Greek 2morrow. cya, g'night,(i'm still really sleepy)

Luv,

Lynda

P.S. I'm going to Pittsburgh tomorrow! YAY! FUN! (for crew regatta)

P.P.S. It seems you can cross off Pittsburgh as the Curly Fries abode too.

My Post THat IS MADE up OF COMICS

Hello. Continuing my eternal search for sleep...I have decided that this post shall be made up of comics, about...what else? SLEEP!

I wish I were as lucky as old people. People expect them to doze off!

My therapist would be like, "It's been 2 consecutive days, and you've only slept a total of 8 hours???!!!"

Nggg...Wish I could do that.

I KNOW, RIGHT? Wait, silk sheets? Good grief...That's one rich bear....I'm gonna be her one of these days.

As hard as it is to believe, when you're so sleepy that you've reached a certain point, this does happen.

Sorry if it's blurry. It was originally really small. Isn't it cute though? It kinda reminds me of how xiy draws her people...A bit.

SO! CUTE!

Ahhh... Drunk kitty.

I have Greek tomorrow. I am done for the night. G'night people!

Zzzzz,

Zynda...

P.S. My newly found abs (OMIGOSH I THINK I HAVE SOME) hurt like hell....Gahhh......PAIN!!!! My biceps (I HAVE THEM TOO!!!!) hurt also...My neck hurts (I already knew I had one. Do YOU HAVE ONE?)

So. . . Yeah

Hi there, all you people who read this blog!
Unfortunately, I cannot put Greek into this post (grrr >.<), but in Greek, "hello" would look something like "xaipete" (chi-alpha-iota-rho-epsilon-tau-epsilon) and be pronounced something like "hai-ray-tay."
It's probably for the best that I can't actually use Greek letters, because I'd probably mess up the accenting anyway.


I have started fencing, and it is very fun. Momo does fencing too, and Virgil is planning to join soon. So that'll be nice.


Erm. . . So, yeah.
Erm.
Hm.

It's almost October (goodness, September went by quickly), and October means it's almost November, so by the transitive property (hah! I am employing geometry/algebra terminology!), it's almost November. And if you don't know what November means, you need to go to http://www.nanowrimo.org and see.
And then come back here; don't leave me permanently!


In art class, we've been making logos for imaginary companies, so I made a DFTBA one. It's pretty nifty. ^.^


*hums off-key*


That's about it, really. Not much to say. Carrie's birthday is coming up, and the twenty-fourth shall be my one-year anniversary of joining NaNo (you did follow that link, right? so you know what NaNo is, right?). :D
And then it'll be my LJ's one-year anniversary on the twenty-seventh of October.


I hope you had and/or continue to have a great Tuesday. :)
~xiy

wAHt a BorIN' but BUSY life I HAVe...

Hullo. I'm incredibly sleepy right now. I'm going to type another 5 sentences or so, and then fall onto my bed(conveniently placed adjacent to my desk...HA! I use math vocab...) I have this animated water persona right now...It's very cool...I fell asleep during math class...I'm serious! I did. I fell asleep for like, 3 minutes, and then shot straight up in my seat. I then fell asleep on top of my viola during orchestra...For about 5 minutes, when my orchestra teacher was drilling the 1st violins...The music was so screechy and had such horrendous intonation that...it was the most beautiful lullaby I had ever heard. I'm sleepy. G'night,,,wait, Was today my to post? Gosh. I know that House n' xiy are gonna have an editing marathon on my post today...is it my turn to post? You know what? I DON'T FRICKIN' CARE... Yeah. Was the theme week today "picures"? Yup. It was...wasn't it? You know what? I DON'T CARE...I'll just put this thing up that I drew...

Hehe...I hated those dotted lines when I was little, but I LOOOVVEED the little scissor pics...I'm gonna marry 'im...No, not the scissor pic, an extremely hot guy with a 6 pack...that's not too buff. The 6 packs get ridiculous at a certain point...

Stop staring at my sorry excuse of a chair/table. Paint is not the easiest computer program with a touchpad. I wanna Macbook. Those things are pretty. ANyways, this is me, in math class. 'Cept I think I was in the chair...

Alright. i'm done. greek's tomorrow, i tink...w/ev

good night all you suckers out there! ( i feel like i'm drunk while writing this post...lack of sleep does this to you...)

luv,

lynds

p.s. ooohh. the words are in the middle...

Nightmare

Hi.

I had a nightmare...*shudder* It was horrible. I don't know why it was horrible. Or even why it was a nightmare! It just...was. I'm too disturbed by it to write much (I fell asleep for half an hour, woke up in terror, and remembered it was Thursday). I'll just explain the nightmare.

It was a dark and stormy night...(influenced by the animated Snoopy persona that I have for Firefox) Everyone in the town of Edes(don't know why it was called that. I just...knew it was called that) was fast asleep. Including a girl named, Lynda. Pronounced with a SHORT "i". Very important to know. All of a sudden, (this was a fairly fast nightmare) people just started coming out(yes, I'm changing tenses.), and yelling, "Lynda!" Pronounced Line-da. NOT HOW YOU PRONOUNCE IT! The day went on, with people just acting normal, and calling me(changing points of views....yes, I know) Line-da. It felt sooooo scary. I don't even know why! It was like, Line-da, pass the butter! Line-da pass the salt! Line-da, can I see your homework? Hi Line-da! Why are you reading again, Line-da? etc. It was absolutely, the most horrific thing I'd ever experienced. I honestly don't know why. I just woke up after the last "Line-da sentance", which was, Line-da, do the conga!*shudder* Anyways, I woke up in pure terror. Horrible.

If anyone can explain to me why the heck that dream was so frickin' terrifying, let me know!

And, yes, for you readers out there, of which we have 2 new ones-Andy Bell and Hannahbananaboomboom (yay!), I actually think of myself as "Lynda" sometimes in the real world. (hahahahaha, to the ones who know what I'm talking about)

Oh well. I'm going back to sleep...As always, after Thursday comes Friday, which is a Greek day...I HATE WAKING UP EARLY!!!!! >:(

Almost forgot! Today, we didn't have school, because of Rosh Hashanah (which I spelled wrong on my blog...dang it)  I'm going to wish every Jewish person who's reading this, and not reading this, a happy new year! (I sincerely apologize if I get the next part wrong) L'Shana Tova!!!! : )

Isn't he adorable?

 By the way, for those of you who believe that I shouldn't mention Rosh Hashanah, because it's a Jewish holiday? Go learn some tolerance.

G'night!*

Lynda

*The day I say "good morning" is the day I wake up really early and remember to post...which is a LOOOOONNGGGG ways away.

I made it? No....Ah, Phooey

Hello. So yesterday (15 minutes ago) was House's b-day. I have absolutely no time to write this right now (I'm actually doing an essay on Bigfoot...), so I'm going to revert to Summer post length. I hope that I'll be excused, because I had a friggin' pile of homework to do, and I got home later than usual from Crew practice cuz the coach talked too long. Anyways, I didn't have time this week to do a picture post...so I'll just draw a smiley.

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Ok! I'll make up for it by actually drawing something on paint over the weekend, and then uploading it next week. Kapeesh?

Luv,

Lynda. (A very tired, exhausted, desperate for sleep Lynda. Who has to go to Greek in the morning. ARGH)

GreekGreekGreekGreekGreekGreek!!! etc.

Greek class (that would be the classical, ancient, awesome Greek - not the kind that's actually spoken!) started yesterday and it MIGHT be my new favourite language, though possibly still second to Latin. We learned the whole first half of the alphabet, using those awesome dry-erase strips with a dotted line down the middle to help you form letters, like the ones we used in first grade. 

Alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon, zeta, eta, theta, iota, kappa, lambda, mu, nu.

That's as far as we got :) aren't you impressed? All of the 6LCF are taking Greek, with the exception of House and Carrie, because they wish to sleep rather than go to school early and learn another dead language. 

Our marching band had our very first football game last night (House, I apologize It's kay. Whatevs. - I'm just reporting things that happened on your day, but the thing is, I just woke up) and the band totally rocked it, even though the football team lost. We had fun :) After the game, Poofy (he chose that codename) and I became "facebook official" so that everyone would have the weekend to simmer down and hopefully not harass us too much. I still fear Monday morning though >.< House is going to have her revenge on me ^_^

In other news, I made pancakes this morning, and I used Momo's mom's idea of adding some cinnamon and vanilla to the mix (she did that to waffles, so I figured it would have the same effect on pancakes) and they tasted delicious. The batter was delicious as well :)

DFTBA,

PDBAZ,

Peace, Love, and Otters,

Virgil

Back Pains, Ice Cream Socials, and Kindergarten!

HI! Today at school, I realized that my posture had become like an old crone's. I straightened my spine, and felt pain. At which point, I panicked and decided that I had developed a rare case of Early Years Arthritis (EYA!). My backpack is way too heavy, and I have way too much homework. Is that me complaining? YES!

Ah, next point. ICE CREAM social! I went to that today, and signed up for various clubs. They are: Latin Club-Although, I don't know why. I don't take Latin, don't speak/write/read Latin. I only know a bunch of Latin freaks who peer-pressured me.

French Club-which I have a legitimate reason for joining, I take Latin French(great, now I'm writing LATIN for everything!) so I understand it a bit.

YEH-Youth Eat Hunger?  Youth Evaluate Hair? You Even Hurl? Ah, I forget what it means. Which just says that I'm not doing it. I'm not quite sure why I signed up for it...

Women's Crew AKA Rowing. It's actually a sport, and I already signed up for it, so.. yeah.

Last topic! KINDERGARTEN! Mysister went to her first half-day at Kindergarten today, and she was so proud of herself when I got home today, (This is where you go, "Awwww"!)and I went like, *SQUEAL* OMIGOSH, YOU'RE SO CUTE! *SQUEAL*!!! Then, I realized she's growing up, and I overreacted. *SOB* *WAIL* *SNIFFLE* "You're growing up before my eyes, and I'm just blinking, and you're almost 5!!!(I said 5 like it was 50) You're going to be going to first grade soon!(Said first grade like, some-faraway-land's-college-where-I'll-never-see-you-again!) *WEEP* *MOAN* *CRY* *SNIFF SNIFF*

Yup, done now! Tomorrow, I'm waking up at 6:20 to get ready for Greek...which starts at 7:10, and I live, like, 2 minutes away (walking moderately) from the school. So, I'm kinda being early. Maybe I'll change my alarm clock to 6:30 or 6:40...Maybe I'll just decide not to take Greek, after tomorrow. IDK what I'll do. I do know I need to go to sleep NOW or I'll never be able to wake-up tomorrow!

G'nigh'!

 晚安!<-for House, as a test.

Lynda