Dissolved Oxygen and Aquatic Primary Productivity

Yeah, so I have no idea what the title really means...

We're in AP Bio right now, and we're not doing anything at the moment 'cause we're in the computer lab waiting for instructions to do a lab.

(We, being House and me)

Damn, I haven't posted in ages.

Um, so, our huge APUSH exam is coming up this Friday ;A; and AP Biology exam is next Tuesday X_x

And um, yeah. So we have to do the lab now, bye.

Luv,
Lynda

P.S. HOLY FUCK I AM PANICKING ABOUT MY BIO GRADE HOLY FUCK IT IS NOT GOOD RIGHT NOW.

What a Terrible Day

Hullo. I had a horrible day. Here it is--in detail:

LYNDA'S TERRIBLE DAY: IN DETAIL

6:50- Lynda wakes up...goes to the bathroom.

6:52- Lynda trudges back to bed, hoping (desperately) that it's only 5 in the morning,and she has another hour to sleep.

7:00- BRRRIIINNGG--Lynda's alarm rings, just as Lynda is snuggled in her bed, warm again...

7:10- Lynda wakes up for realz, from the doze she had since she slammed the snooze button on her alarm.

7:15- Lynda counts to 10 for the 50th time, telling herself, "I'll get up when I reach 10."

7:25- Lynda actually gets up, shivers, and then rushes to pull on the warmest clothes she can find.

7:40- Lynda is done brushing her teeth, hair, washing her face, dressed, packed, and headed(staggered) downstairs to eat breakfast.

7:45- Lynda is done glugging down milk and eating a dinner(lol, dinner) roll.

7:47- Lynda eases on shoes (she has painful blisters from the regatta on Saturday--OOOOWWWW...speaking of which, the regatta was cold, wet, and generally quite miserable), gently...

7:48- Lynda is pulling off shoes again, rushing up the stairs (erm, hobbling up the stairs) to get her iPod, 'cause she wants to listen to it on the busride down to the boathouse.

7:50- Lynda gently eases on shoes again (blisters still throbbing with pain).

7:52- Lynda runs (limps quickly) down the sidewalk in pursuit of xiy, and screaming at the top of her lungs, "XIY! OI! XIY! WAIT!!!"

7:56-Lynda and xiy make it to school. They part ways.

8:00- Lynda walks(totters) to French

APPROXIMATE TIME OF 2nd PERIOD: Lynda reads American Pageant (APUSH txtbk) during math class, in desperate hope that she will finish so she will pass the chapter quiz that's going to happen in 7/8 period.

......3rd period-5th period...... SKIP (it's boring)

LUNCH- Lynda eats. Lynda's friend, Bzz and Dani comment that Lynda's eggplant food look like octopus and snails, respectively.

7/8 period- Lynda PASSES THE QUIZ! WITH FLYING COLORS!

9/10 period- AP BIO....'nuff said

3:00- Lynda rushes (dodders) home in search of crew regalia...

3:06- Lynda arrives home...realizes keys are inside said home.

3:07- Lynda begins to panic.

3:08- Lynda's 'beginning panic' goes to full out 'PANIC' mode...

3:10- Lynda flags down passerby (highschool boy) by yelling, "YOU! YES! YOU! C'MERE!"

3:11- Passerby shuffles warily closer to crazed Lynda.

3:12- Lynda asks to use his cellphone.

3:14- Lynda realizes she doesn't know who to call (neighbor xiy is at Chinese Club)...hands phone back to boy.

3:20- Lynda runs (teeters) back to HS. Finds xiy, makes a scene. 

3:30- Lynda runs (totters) back home. Grabs umbrella and backpack (from doorway, where she put it), scares a first grader by whipping out the umbrella, and brandishing the umbrella like a sword.

3:50- Lynda arrives back at the HS, finds other crew buddy, borrows clothing, relaxes a bit.

4:00- Lynda is on bus to crew.

4:01-5:16...Nothing interesting happens.

5:17- Lynda's boat goes too close to coach's launch/motor boat thing/ship...Lynda's oar nearly decapitates coach's head.

5:18- Lynda thinks she heard a thunk when her oar goes flying over coach's ship. 

5:25- LARGE FREIGHTER COMES BY. OTHER BOAT NEARLY RUNS INTO IT.

5:30- Coach complains that his "unsinkable radio with the flashing light that goes on when in water" has sunk somewhere, and he can't see the supposed-to-be flashing light. Lynda realizes that the *THUNK* she heard when her oar went over the coach's ship was the radio colliding with her oar. Apparently said radio went flying out into the water...Lynda feels a tad bit of guilt...

7:00- Lynda arrive back home. She is content.

END

And thus ends my day. And my post. Have a lovely 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

{{crew crew crew}}

Heh, I copied (sorta) the title from House...

Standard and Pro (S&P) dropped the US' credit rating from AAA to AA+. Which, I gather, is a very big deal. First time in US history. Wall Street is going down, and so are the stock markets in Shanghai, Hong Kong, and Japan, and....eh, the world. Not that I understand much about this. I understand nothing about this at all, actually. Just thought y'all would like to know.

Here's how my brain's thought process ruined a whole night of sleep for me:

School starts in about 15 days. OH MY FRICKING GOODNESS, I'm going to be a sophomore. Not only will I be a sophomore,which is scary enough, I'll be taking sophomore classes (okay, so that's a given...but I'm sort of slow when it comes to connecting certain things with a big idea). This includes APUSH and AP Biology and 10 Advanced Math.

I've read my whole entire APUSH textbook and I'm halfway through the other book that the teachers assigned us (Howard Zinn's A People's History of the United States). So I guess a part of me is sort of like, oh, it'll be fine. BUT IT WON'T BE, said another part of my brain. I call that part, Lynda the Pessimist. Now, Lynda the Pessimist (LP for short), is very rude. She pointed out that there's no way that I could possibly remember every part of my reading, and that I hadn't actually outlined everything, and that my memory pretty much sucks, and that I'm horrible with remembering dates (I've only recently gotten the year of the revolution ingrained into my head. 1776. Though, eh, the exact date of the Declaration of Independence eludes me...especially on the Fourth of July >.>), and that I'm also horrible with remembering important people (GEORGE WASHINGTON, people, is the only president (besides the current) that I remembered until about, what, 4th grade? *sigh*).

I really don't know why people I know think I'm smart. I'm really not.

Last year's Physics and Chemistry class did not make me feel in the least bit prepared for AP Biology. Seriously. I feel like a lot of my brain cells died in that class. No idea how I got an 'A'. No idea at all. AP Biology sounds like fun, but...I can't really dredge up enough knowledge to understand what Biology is...at least, not at the moment. *groan* AND it's a double period. Well, at least the labs are supposed to be fun.

AND MATH. OMG OMG OMG OMG OMFG OMFG...I love math...er, I mean, I love algebra. Why? Because I understand it. I just have to solve for x using my knowledge of equations and whatnot. But I do not understand Geometry. All those different ways to get to the answer! >.< I just hope there's a lot of algebra in our math class.

But those are the academics. I'm worried about the physical strains of sophomore year (er, not that the added homework will do well for my sleep deprivation problem (GREEK, ARGHH, GREEK...and it's confusing as heck. I suck at grammar, and that's all Greek is about...so far!). This brings me to my big old worry (and the title of my dearest post).

CREW.

Was that anticlimactic? Maybe.

I love crew. I just am a sucker for complaining about the horrible pain and weariness my body feels after practices and regattas. Blech. Sweat.

I've been running every Saturday with the crew team (okay, so only 4 people show up, but...meh), and good grief, that just shows me how totally not in shape I am. I've gotten better, but...OH THE PAIN.

Fall season is not filled with sprints. Nope. Spring season is sprints. Sprints are 2Ks...2000 meters. That's done in about, 7,8, or 9 minutes. FALL SEASON IS 50KS. THAT's that the number of words for NaNoWriMo. Now, imagine a meter per word, and there you have it. How far we row in the fall. THAT'S LIKE 20 SOMETHING MINUTES!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!

*clutches heart* I'm so going to die. I knew I should have been less lazy. Okay, so I'm at work the whole day, and I can't go to practices, but still. I'm going to die. Maybe not as much as some of the other people who haven't gone to a single practice...but, eh...

Not to mention I'm going to be VARSITY this year. Though, uh, in crew, you're only a novice for the first year on the water, and then you're...erm...I think JV until senior year, and seniors are Varsity...and in Shaker, we're all Varsity after freshmen year....BUT STILL, I'll be in a boat against VARSITY boats from other schools >.< eeep!

I'm still worried about making a fool of myself by falling in to the water or slipping on the docks, or dropping the super-expensive boat....

*sigh*

Well, on the bright side, we still have 15 more days of SUMMER to enjoy.

-Lynda

P.S. Do any of you guys know when we get our schedules? Do we get them during homeroom on the first day of school? If yes, is there a way to get them earlier?

I'M BACK! DID YOU MISS ME?

I'M BACK I'M BACK I'M BACK!!! OH MY GOODNESS, I'M SO HAPPY, I'M BACK!!!! *kisses the computer* YES!!!!!!!! LYNDA IS BACK IN THE LAND OF TECHNOLOGY! WOOHOO!


*cough*


ah, yes....


Anyways, so, I've been gone for about...2 and a half weeks? idk. MISSED ME? CUZ I SURE AS HECK MISSED Y'ALL!!!


Speaking of missing:


MOMO IS BACK! SHE'S BACK FROM GERMANLAND!!! WELCOME BACK TO THE LAND OF THE CURLY FRIES!


AND THAAAAAAAAANKKKKK YOU FOR MY LOVELY PRESENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Please excuse me while I go and squeal....


Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!


They're soooooooooo sparkly!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM!!!!


And...nomnomnomnom...if  when I gain 10  20 pounds from these DELICIOUS foodstuffs....I blame you :) Thassokay, cuz I love you anyways :)


In other news:


I'm currently more than halfway through my APUSH textbook. I anticipate that by the next time I post, I shall be done with it. And perhaps halfway through Howard Zinn's A People's History of the United States. *sigh* I'm lurnin' in the summer....


My edification is glorious.


Also in other news:


Today I read the name "Colonel Robert Gould Shaw" in chapter 24 (or was it 25?) of the APUSH textbook. For those of you don't know, Colonel Shaw and I, *cough* we have some history between us. (read: I LOVED YOU, COLONEL SHAW!!! WHY DID YOU DIE???? WHY????) So naturally, I started freaking out. Picture me, sitting in a laboratory, and hyperventilating. Now add in a couple of staring people... *sigh* Now my dad's lab thinks I'm more deranged than before....(that time I started sobbing from seeing a HPDH Part 2 video)


OTHER NEWS:


OH MY GOODNESS I SAW THE LAST HARRY POTTER MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!


SKDGJHADLKSJHFGLHWESLITUH aeskltHGLSGDRHLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


OHHHHHH, how I CRIED....SNAPE! He was...he was... *sob* holding *wail* her *weep* in *cry* his *sniffle* armmmmmmmmsssss!!!! *WAIL SOB WAIL WEEP WAILLLLLL*




That was emotional.


Anyways, hope this made your night a bit nicer!


Until next time,
Lynda

Have You 'Freaked' a Cigarette in the Past 30 Days?

......*blink*


We had a survey in school (specifically English class) today, and that was one of our lovely questions. Not that I really remember it. I just randomly clicked my way through the whole thing. I went from "I have never had a cigarette in my life", to the next question, in which I clicked, "30 hours and more"...the question? In the past week, how many hours have you smoked, total? *shrugs* I don't really care, just a ridiculous survey. I took them seriously in 8th grade, but not this year. Nope, not this year.


WHAT THE FRICK, MISS SCIENCE TEACHER????? (I will be shrinking the following rant to a miniscule text, as I have been told not to refer to said science teacher as 'stupid'. I won't call her stupid, but I need to vent about how much I am not learning in science physics chemistry)WHAT THE FRICK, MISS SCIENCE TEACHER? HOW THE BLOODY FRICKING HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE A QUIZ TOMORROW ABOUT SOMETHING I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND THE FIRST THING ABOUT???? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT VALENCE IS (kay, so maybe I do...)!!!! WHAT THE HECK IS ELECTRONEGATIVITY??? YOU KNOW, I'D KNOW WHAT THAT IS IF YOU WOULD ACTUALLY TEACH THE BLOODY MATERIAL INSTEAD OF SHOWING US VIDEOS ABOUT THE MOST RANDOM THINGS IN THE WORLD (why the plutonium video? just cuz you admire the frizzy afro, is not a valid reason for showing that video for years upon years upon years!!!) OH AND BY THE WAY, EVEN THOUGH YOU'VE GOT A MINOR IN CHEMISTRY, DOESN'T MEAN WE DO! SO WHEN YOU SAY "OH, YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT", I BLOODY WELL DON'T KNOW THAT!!!!!! AREGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyways, yeah. Um....I'll probably update later when I'm home from crew. Which reminds me, we're going to the boathouse today, and it's raining and cold.  Why is my life cursed so? Yesterday, I was accompanying people to a swim test, and it was raining and windy. I had my umbrella, and it did not WORK! I mean, the stupid umbrella was dry, and I was soaked!!! eep, gotta go

^our English class ended.

Anyways, I went to the swim test, and my left side became wet, came back, and my right side got soaked. :(  grrrrr. oh yeah! I saw a certain Curly Fry and her boyfriend! *sing songy voice*

House and EZ sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!
First comes love,
Then comes marriage (which their friends have planned),
Then comes the babies in the baby carriages (which their friends have also planned)...
 
*snicker* This song was sung due to the fact that House was heading towards EZ's house! How scandulous, the IDEA! <--reminds me of Camilla in Great Expectations.
 

Soooo....write y'all a lot later when I'm done with crew...*sob* wet. cold. tired. muddy.

LATER:  Hey y'all. Crew was fun. We went to the boathouse and got cold, but I didn't lift any boats. Yay! No heavy lifting for Lynda! Also, I learned that sweatshirts so don't cut it. I was freezing. Well, I guess I have to go pester Dad to buy me a windbreaker that will keep me warm. (Northface is expensive...maybe Nike? Then again, Nike's also expensive...but crappy brands will have crappy stuff...idk. Warmth is worth the money, I think) Brrrrrrr...it isn't cold, here, where we live and go to school, but near the water is frickin' cold! Good thing I didn't get too cold.

Though when we came back, the fog was so heavy, I couldn't see past the track from the side doors where our bus stopped. Damn, it was scary. I kept imagining freaky people jumping out at me and kidnapping me and then killing me and then raping me and then killing me again and then mauling me to pieces....yeah... On the other hand, the walk was a great boost to my ego.

I started out like this: "I'm ugly. It's ok. The kidnappers will see me, go like, 'zomg! She's too ugly to kidnap, let's go.'" 

Around halfway: "I'm not that ugly. The kidnappers might think about kidnapping me! But it's ok. I'll just run. They won't think I'm worth it..."

Almost there: "I'M TOO PRETTY TO DIE!!! THEY'RE GONNA KIDNAP ME AND KILL ME! I'M TOO COMELY!! I'M GORGEOUS! I DESERVE TO LIVE! LONG LIVE STUNNINGLY RAVISHING LYNDA!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!! DON'T TAKE ME! TAKE THE UGLY ONES!!!"

see? If you ever need a change of self-image, take a walk in the dark, foggy streets...

Luv,
Lynda

Omg It's Meeeee!

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii it's Lyndaaaaaaaa. First of all...I got into this really good orchestra in my school! YAY YAY YAYYY YAY!!! HA! This means I out-Asianed every other violin that tried out and didn’t make it! Sooooo exciting…  yeah. Anyway. Also I am getting to cut Crew today! YESSSSSSS! *Lynda explodes in joy* mwaahaha less rowing for me today. oh and also guess what???? My birthday is in nine months and two days. NINEEEE MONTHS AND TWOOOO DAYS!!! AHHHH OH MY FRIKKIN GOSHHH I’M GONNA BE DRIVING SOOO SOON! AAAAHHHH I LOVEEE MY BIRTHDAY! *SQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQUUEEE!*

wait...wait wait wait! what if I’m not any taller by nine months and two days?!?!? I wouldn’t have even grown an inch in a year! Not even a centimeter! Probably barely even a millimeter!!!!!! what am I gonna dooooo the world is so unfair!! >.<

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HOLY SNOODLE CHEESE DOODLES...you’ll never guess what happenedddd!! They’re making the orchestra march with the marching band??? WHATTTT?!?!?! You RIDICULOUS band peoples! HOW am I -- a world class violinist -- supposed to walk in that disgustinggg mud with my beautiful, fragile violin?! THIS WILL NOT DO! My precious earlobes...er, I mean ears...will be shattered! SHATTERED, I TELL YOUUUU!

Grragagaghghhghghgghhhh you Americans are sooooo weirddd! for example, I was listening to my radio the other day, and a nice-sounding girl started to play. but then the song ended. And the DJ said, “… and we’re back. That was ‘Baby,’ by Justin Bie-” THAT’S WHAT YOU AMERICANS LISTEN TO??? GET SOME QUALITY MUSIC ON YOUR IPODSSS!!! here: I’ll make it easy for you...click here. graghghgh today I am the squid of anger and frustration. Stupid sun and butterflies being all happy......*grumbles and retreats into corner*

Luuuuuv,

LYNDA!

Cavities, Table Manners, and Reading Music

As you can tell from the title, today's post will have 3 parts. You may skip any of them, but they are all rather informative and interesting...may include rants though. I actually had 2 of the parts planned out before today. I'm so proud of myself :)

I. CAVITIES

Today, this poor little Curly Fry went to the dentist. She's always heard about people who hate dentist appointments, how much pain they go through, and how terrifying it is. This Curly Fry did not believe them. Cuz really, she had never gone through any pain at the dentist's! She gets her teeth cleaned ever 6 months like the good little girl that she is. But since her dentist's company got sold to a different one, they screwed up the whole entire schedule, and so the little Curly Fry's appointments went down the drain. A year and a half after her last teeth cleaning, she goes to get her teeth cleaned. Today. So she goes, and the dentist (or is it the dentist nurse? It's not Dr. Dentist, the real important one) asks her mommy if she's had an x-ray of her mouth in a while. The answer? No. Not in 4-5 years. But that's ok! Little Curly Fry gets an x-ray on the spot! Such good service. The dentist then says, "Open up, dearie," and so the little Curly Fry opens up her mouth. The dentist puts in a stick that has a pink plastic card thing on it to block the rest of the mouth from getting x-rayed. "Now, bite down," and the little Curly Fry bites down. She feels discomfort as the plastic thing is too big, and cuts into her mouth. That's ok, since she only needs to suffer through 4 more times. By the end of it, the little Curly Fry's mouth hurts a bit. But that's fine, since it's an x-ray precaution! Then the dentist tells her to lie down, and to "open up". Little Curly Fry does so, and the dentist proceeds to prod and poke around inside her mouth. After a little while, the dentist asks the little Curly Fry, "do you know what cavities are?" and the little Curly Fry says, "yes." The dentist then says, "what are they?" Of course, the little Curly Fry's brain chooses that moment to go blank and forget every single thing she has ever learned, and cannot answer. The dentist explains that cavities are holes in your teeth that is caused by your teeth decaying. Then she brings over a mirror, and tells the little Curly Fry to look into it, and then proceeds to start scraping off white stuff from the little Curly Fry's teeth. What is it? IT'S PLAQUE! PLAQUE! PLAQUE!!! *sob* The poor little Curly Fry has plaque all over her teeth, and to make it worse, the dentist is purposely humiliating the little Curly Fry by telling her to brush her teeth (as if she didn't) and to floss (well...) every day! She also says to brush your teeth for 2 minutes straight. Which is good advice. The little Curly Fry takes it to heart, and vows to start using a timer to time herself when brushing, oh, and to floss everyday (which, I am sure, every Curly Fry does). The dentist then shows that the little Curly Fry's gums are bleeding. This is a sign of infection. Too much plaque causes infection. This just reinforces the little Curly Fry's internal vows. After showing the little Curly Fry, the dentist begins to clean. Sorry, did the narrator just say "clean"? She meant torture. The poor little Curly Fry had to endure 45 minutes of absolute pain. The pointy, metal tools that the dentist used were used viciously to attack all the dirty parts of the little Curly Fry's teeth, painfully. Unlike before, the cleaning hurt terribly. By the end of it, she was hesitant to close her mouth, as that caused huge amounts of pain. The little Curly Fry prepared herself for the next part, and realized it was brushing. She felt so relieved! She enjoyed the feeling of the whirring toothbrushes that dentists always used. She especially liked the orange flavored toothpaste. But *gasp*! The dentist did not ask her which type of flavor she wanted! She just went ahead and used mint! MINT! The little Curly Fry was devastated, and soon also realized that the whirring of the toothbrush on her poor tortured gums was a horrid feeling of agony! At last, the visit to the dentist was drawing to a close, and she was so relieved, she could cry. That's when Dr. Dentist came in. The really important dentist that checks up on every patient at the end. She told the little Curly Fry, after fiddling around with the pointy, metal tools that the little Curly Fry had 2 cavities, and would need to fix it. The little Curly Fry felt like bursting into tears, she had not gotten cavities in 7 years! And this is the end of the poor little Curly Fry who went to the dentist, and found that it was not as pleasant as she remembered. The moral of the story? Brush your teeth for 2-3 times a day, 2 minutes each. Floss everyday. Otherwise, cavities and gum diseases shall appear in your life...

II. TABLE MANNERS

Ah, yes. A sub-topic of a thing called "etiquette". Something that this Curly Fry tends to ignore, unless she has company (grown-up/new people company). Something that House Curly Fry can go on for ages about. House is probably smiling in approval at this Curly Fry because of this part. There are several rules that one should follow when eating at a table (or in a car, on a tablecloth/picnic, etc.) for the good of everyone there. Here are the ones that I have compiled. Please note they are not in any specific order. They are listed as I think of them.

Rule Number 1. Eat with your mouth closed. It's quite disturbing (read: disgusting) when someone has their mouth wide open, and you can clearly see the mushed up contents of their meal. Besides, there is a greater possibility of your food falling out.

Rule Number 2. Don't talk with your mouth full. Something every parent has told their child(ren). It is in close relationship with #1, because again, it's strange (read: sickening) when someone is talking to you, and you can see their food, or what the food is becoming, or even the food tumbling out of their mouth and onto the ground, their lap, or even your lap.

Rule Number 3. Wipe your mouth on a napkin. NOT YOUR SLEEVE. I know there is the stereotype that Amuricans just swipe their arm across their mouth and then call it a day, but that's quite crude (read: gross). It won't kill you to reach over for a napkin, and wipe your mouth.

Rule Number 4. Wash your hands before you eat. It is not sanitary to eat with the hands (actually, you shouldn't eat with your hands, though that's next) that you just touched dirt with. Or perhaps you've been at school the whole day, and you've touched your desk, the doors, the walls, your locker, your pencil, the whiteboard, the computer, etc. Please remember that many other people have touched the things you've touched. If you were to eat the germs that are on those things, think of how atrocious that would be! For example, say someone had just scratched the inside of their nose, and some mucus had come detached, and the person had to wipe it somewhere. Somewhere like their desk. Say you sat at that desk, and your hand grazed the spot. Later on, you would be eating parts of the mucus from that person's nose.

Rule Number 5. Eat most foods with your utensils. There is a reason they were made. Do not eat rice, noodles, or soups with your hands. They are not meant to be eaten like that. Rice is meant to be eaten with chopsticks. If you do not have chopsticks, or you cannot use chopsticks (properly), eat it with a spoon, fork, or even a spork. Noodles are meant to be eaten with forks and maybe spoons. Use spoons to eat soups. Of course, there are exceptions, like curly fries. They are made for the person to use their hands to eat. Other exceptions include emergency situations, in which there are no utensils. If you are going to eat with hands, please read and follow Rule Number 4.

Rule Number 6. Use utensils the way they were made to be used. Do not hold a fork like a club. Do not hold the knife with the cutting part in your palm. You will hurt yourself, and you will feel pain. Do not use your spoon to flick peas or small food particles into flight. Do not hold chopsticks with two hands. Do not hold it in your fist. Do not insert chopsticks into your (or anyone's) nostril holes. Use one hand, and hold it like a pencil. Please ask someone who knows how to use chopsticks to help you or look at the diagram on the right.

Rule Number 7. Slurping, burping, squealing, singing, humming are all sounds that are not to be made at the table. Except for the cultures that do allow these (which does not include the USA), this one is self explanatory.

Rule Number 8. Talking is permitted, but certain topics are to be avoided at all costs. These topics include, but are not limited to: bowel movements, reproductive actions, non-reproductive actions that are closely related to said actions, diseases, and vomiting. Politics and religion are commonly in that list, but I think that people can deal with talking about these, as long as they aren't rude or obnoxious about it. Tolerance is good.

Rule Number 9. You do not need to shout at the table. Unless the table is extremely large (in which case, you should just wait until after the meal to talk to the person), people can hear you. They are not deaf. In the case that they are, shouting is useless. If the person is close to being deaf, speak next to their ear, at a low pitch, this helps their ears or hearing aids to pick up on what you are saying. This rule also helps the people at other tables who do not wish to know what you think of Justin Bieber, regardless of how important you may think your opinion is.

Rule Number 10. Please and thank you! House has gone over this, the rule applies to table manners also.

Rule Number 11. NEVER INSULT THE FOOD. If you don't like it after you've sampled (YOU MUST ALWAYS TRY IT), then don't eat it, but DO NOT say it was "disgusting", or go, "ewww". It is incredibly rude, and if you do, Lynda Curly Fry will hunt you down and stuff you with that food until you like it. Or learn to say you like it. GOT IT? (You can tell I despise people who do that)

Rule Number 12. Thank the chef, if you can. They did not need to go through with the effort. Unless you're at a restaurant, in which case, thanking the chef is still the polite thing to do.

Funny Video

Hello! I'm not going to have a long post. I've remembered a video that I once watched on Youtube...I decided to share with you (and save y'all from hearing me breakdown about Science Olympiad, and how the officials won't let us change the places, and how 3/5 of the Dream Team is dead(no, not b-ball. The Dream Team I'm talking about is so much cooler) that day, AKA, they have Latin thingy, and I'm panicking about how we'll even go to States with all the good people besides xiy and me, and, and ,and....*PANIC*)...Yeah...This is a much better option :)

The video is from Howcast...it's very funny...:D It should brighten your day a bit. Now, I have to go and panic more and try to write a SEARCH for my I-Search essay. Even though I supposedly already finished it...half of it...yeah...Enjoy!

Love, Lynda

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