Iced Brownies, Continental Brownies, Turtle Brownies, Brownies in a Jar, Scrumptious Frosted Fudgy Brownies, Scrumptious Frosted Fudgy Brownies, and... WHOA THERE LADY!

HELLO!


I'm currently looking up different types of brownie recipes so that I may make DESSERT for our FABULOUS up-coming Asians-Only HOLIDAY PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


hehehehe...*cough* erm, I may be running on an over-excited WINTER BREAK adrenaline rush! WOOHOO!


Anyways, I had no idea there were so many different types of BROWNIES! I LOVE BROWNIES. Just in case you didn't know. I LOVE BROWNIES! Although, I almost never eat them because of this little (er, BIG) pudgy area in the tummy area. No matter how much I work out during crew, I somehow manage to retain this ridiculous amount of blubber on my stomach. In fact, every other week or so, I have this conversation with my stomach/non-existent abs:


Lynda: HELLO? ABS? YOU THERE?
imaginary Abs: wha? wassup?
Lynda: WHY ARE YOU STILL IN HIBERNATION?!
imaginary Abs: pshaw, I was in hibernation, 'til you woke me up, gurl!
Lynda: Huh? I STILL DON'T SEE YOU!
imaginary Abs: probs cuz you ain't workin' out 'nuff, gurl!
Lynda: WHAT? WHY YOU LITTLE--
imaginary Abs: chill, gurl, imma come outta hibernation in *yawn* a coupla years, doncha worry yo purty lil head 'bout it...
Lynda: *giggle* hehe, you think I'm pretty? Why thank--
imaginary Abs: *snore*
Lynda: ...grrrrr...couple of years..>.<


And that is how my conversations go. Is it weird that my Abs are male? hmm, idk, maybe guys' abs are females...lol


So, I was screening the music in this new playlist I made for an erg mix (cd of music to be played while we work out during crew practice), and I realized that lots of my songs are NOT G-Rated as I had originally thought. In fact, some (lots) of my music has lyrics that could make my crew coaches blush :)


Anyhoo...I was watching a music video of this one song (Tonight by Enrique Iglesias <--who is a hottie btw!), and it was very GRAPHIC! HAHAHAHA! So I was typing the title to the post, when I got to this one part, where this one lady like, POUNCES! on the poor (hawt) guy! HA! LIKE A PUMA! POUNCE LIKE A PUMA! And I was like, "WHOA THERE, LADY! TAKE IT EASY!" And then there was more panting and the likes, and I was like, "SHIELD YOUR EYES, CHILDREN! SHIELD THEM! OR YOU WILL BE scarred!!!!"...lol


lol, I was watching another music video, lol, and it was KE$HA's Blow...and it was...hum, interesting [<--my word of the...month? idk...ask xiy about my word of the moment/month/year...I went through this phase in which I said everything was "weird"...and now apparently little voice #24 (aka Manners) and voice #34 (Vocabulary) have teamed up to find a word that's not as mean, and more polite, but voice #17 (Sarcasm) and #25 (Snark) have teamed up to influence 24 and 34 to find a word that I can inflect my tone in such a way that makes it sound...judgemental :D HURRAH FOR VOICES AND COOPERATION!!!] There were  unicorns in suits, and they were weird. Then Ke$ha goes and does these...innuendo things, and suddenly, there's shooting, and the unicorns shoot out rainbow lights from their bullet wounds??? INTERESTING!


So, thassall!


Luv,
Lynda


P.S. I just read over what I wrote, and I realize it looks like I'm on a sugar high or something...hum...I guess I sort of am. WINTER BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!!!!! lol...Lynda be crazy today ;)

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

{{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?

Argh, my foot fell asleep...

...and the pins and needles are starting, and the only place on me that is ticklish is my feet, so....ARGH!!!

---OMG, dude, the Anniversary picture (gosh, that makes me feel old, anniversary picture...like and 80 yr old) is up, and IT IS PURTY!!!!----

Alright, since lovely Carrie's post was so ridiculous and untrue, and totally a downer, and definitely the most crazy thing she's ever thought of, I feel like my post today should be filled with facts.

FACT 1:

Our 9HD projects were due today. (Virgil and moi's, note, House, xiy, Carrie, and Momo's were turned in a while back)

FACT 2:

I put in 2. TWO!!!!! DVDs in my backpack this morning. In 2nd period, one of them was gone.

FACT 3:

One of the DVDs dropped out of my backpack and out onto the dining room play room floor. (Mind you, it was in a CASE. Somehow it dropped out.)

FACT 4:

I AM SO SORRY, VIRGIL, SOOOOOO SORRY!!! I KNOW I PROMISED IT WOULD BE OKAY, BUT IT WASN'T, AND I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE MEEE!!!!

FACT 5:

Our 9HD documentary was beautiful. My class even clapped at the end!  =D

FACT 6:

Donald Trump is a horribly biased/racist/bigoted/ignorant/annoying/HORRIBLE person.

FACT 7:

Just to get this straight, China is not manipulating the US to spend more money, and get into more debt with China.

FACT 8:

China is also not ripping the US off with all of it's "Made in China" products that the US has. Here is a piece of supporting evidence: Every $200 iPod in the US pays a Chinese worker $0.06. 6 CENTS per 200 DOLLARS. WHO'S RIPPING WHO OFF NOW, YOU DUMBA**, TRUMP???

FACT 9:

Barack Hussein Obama was born in Hawaii, August 4, 1961, in Kapiolani Hospital. He is an American citizen.

FACT 10:

If Donald Trump becomes President of the United States of America, Lynda will scream swear/cuss words at the TV that shall broadcast this in a fluent, fast, eloquent, passionate, poignant, and forceful voice .

FACT 11:

The 6LCF Anniversary is tomorrow!

FACT 12:

The Royal Wedding will take place tomorrow!

FACT 13:

Princess Diana's/Princess Kate's wedding ring is worth more than half-a-million dollars. It's 18 carats. (Dear future husband, if you don't have a ring like that for me, we are finished, you hear? FINISHED!)

FACT 14:

There shall be copies of Kate's wedding dress within days of the wedding (btw, the dress is worth more than half-a-million dollars too!)

FACT 15:

If Kate loses that 18 carat ring, Lynda will use her magical powers and find it, and keep it accidentally lose it again, this time permanently for Kate...

FACT 16:

Lynda has a regatta tomorrow and Saturday, in Columbus, so she will be slightly late to the Anniversary party, and she hopes that the rest of the Curly Fries will be gracious and pardon her lateness (I mean, she could be slightly earlier, but that would mean forgoing a shower, which...might not be a good idea).

FACT 17:

Lynda hopes that some of the facts in this post have made you giggle/snort/laugh/roll-your-eyes-and-go-'oh, Lynda you greedy and shallow thing'/cheer-you-up!

Farewell, world!

Lynda

Meant to Be

(Haha, that's funny, cuz it's the name of my fanfiction that I'm writing.)

So I was going to post a video, but I don't have any more time left. Sorry. I'll stick it in here tomorrow, so come back again tomorrow!

Hi! This is the first post that I've written on the day it's being posted in 3 weeks! Be excited! The topic of today is...LOVE!!! (Stop laughing, House, I can hear you from my sleep)

OK, so if you know me, you know that I don't really enjoy the whole mushy-mushy-love-love-squee! thing. BUT, today, I thought of something, and I had to post about it. My thought?

What if the person that I was going to fall in love with was on that boat?

I know, I know, everyone at point thinks that, or...something like it. Replace boat with car/plane/bus/picture, and "fall in love with" with marry/like/frick, and that's basically what most people think. But the point is, the person I might fall in love with, or marry might be reading this post! Like, DUDE! HIIIIII!!!! HI PERSON IMMA FALL IN LOVE WITH AND/OR MARRY!!!! HOW DO YOU DO?! PLEASE WRITE ME A COMMENT SAYING "HI!"!!!!! ;D lol. That was fun.

ha, anyways, moving on, twu wuv is cool. I wonder if any of the 6LCF will experience it. House and EZ might, Poofy and Virgil....meh, I'm still a bit bitter about Virgil being my ex-wifey (see, we were married, and then the girl goes and cheats on me...) so I dunno about that pairing. Carrie and her current boyfriend...All I can say is, please no, please. I really don't like her boyfriend all that much. But that's okay! She likes him, and that's cool. Although if I ever get a boyfriend (highly unlikely in HS), please tell me if he's ick. Thank you. Oh, and if I start going mushy, I give all the Curly Fries permission to splash me with ice water and go, "WAKE UP, LYNDA, YOU'RE ACTING STUPID."  *giggle*

Right. That's pretty much all. WAIT! No. I have a little rant to go through. So there's this girl, right? And she's on Crew with me, and so, originally, the Spirit Day for tomorrow was to wear a skirt and our spandex uniform tank top (which is....not pretty), and this girl, apparently doesn't like skirts. I'm fine with that. You don't like 'em, sure, it's your opinion. But if someone else has a different opinion, say, the rest of the freshmen on the team (including me, I like skirts), you DON'T GO YELLING AND CRYING JUST CUZ THEY SAY THAT YOU SHOULD WEAR A SKIRT. WE TELL YOU THAT BECAUSE WE THINK YOU MIGHT LOOK PRETTY, AND YOU SHOULD AT LEAST TRY IT BEFORE YOU SAY YOU HATE THEM. I JUST WANNA SMACK YOU RIGHT NOW, AND I MOST DEFINITELY WANTED TO SMACK YOU THEN. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH! YOU ANNOYING, SELF-CENTERED, OVER-SENSITIVE, BUTTHEAD! *breathe in, breathe out*...hooo-haaaa-hooo-haaa.....ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I DISLIKE YOU GREATLY. ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU HIT ME MULTIPLE TIMES TODAY ON THE BUS FOR NO DAMN REASON!!!!!!! wuuuuuuussssaaaaaaa.....*calming breaths*....hhhhhhhooooooosssaaa....

OK! I'm good.

Luv, Lynda

P.S. I love fiddling with video editing software...

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

CONVE--Wait...I take French!

My darlin' readers!

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Just a little sidenote here. Please note the commemorative cursor that is the shape of Justin Bieber with his flippy hair. I have made that our temporary cursor to commemorate the loss of his hair, and 80,000 of his Twitter fans that unfollowed him after he cut his hair...
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LATIN-CONVENTION-IS-TOMORROW!!!

As many of you may know, Latin convention is tomorrow, and the Latin Curly Fries are going mentally insane... For example, my conversation with Momo today:

Lynda: Whatcha doin'? *huffs and puffs her way through 5 laps for crew*

Momo: Washing paintbrushes because o-mi-gosh-spirit-for-Latin-cuz-CONVENTION-IS-TOMORROW!!! *squeals* (imagine a high-pitched, super fast, all in one breath reading of the words "CONVENTION-IS-TOMORROW!!!")

Lynda: Erm...ok, why're you running with me then?

Momo: I dunno....but z-o-m-g-CONVENTION-IS-TOMORROW!!!

Lynda: Ahhh....

Yup. And then she goes off to wash more brushes, because CONVENTION-IS-TOMORROW!!!

Anyways, I had something planned out for this post, but...whatevs. Special circumstances and all, y'know?

Today in Orchestra, we had a lovely field trip to a library so that we could see/hear/be awed by this Haitian hip-hop violinist. He was supremely cool. I liked it. Then at the end, our awesome director, Ms. D (who is AWESOME!) went up and played a duet with him. Well, not voluntarily, one of the students set her up. They played "Amazing Grace", and it was just so...pure. So heartfelt and beautiful and absolutely gorgeous, the notes rang and you could feel the music, not just hear it because it was just so glorious...I could just go on about it, but really, it was just...amazing. Have you ever heard something and it was like that? I hope you do one day, because it was unbelievable, and it made my day...that and missing science class!

Speaking of which, I saw our lovely science teacher after crew practice today, and she talked to me. It was kinda weird, talking to her outside of class...I dunno, but I think that she's quite a nice person. She's just lacking in the teaching part. Oh well. Her car isn't as cool as she makes it out to be. It's actually drab and ick. Just sayin'.

Anyways, I went to Chicago this past weekend to get a shenzhen visa to go to Europe (for our orchestra tour), and I observed many things. I shall share the important ones with you.

1. Car rides were made to lull you to sleep. I swear I got into the car, and three seconds later, I was out!

2. Hotels are fun to compare with each other. I know they all seem the same, but there are the differences, and they're extremely fun to find...like the little complimentary shampoo bottles!

3. Complimentary breakfast is awesome. We always get hotels that offer them. The quaint counter with all this free food...so awesome.

4. Asians are frickin' geniuses. I'm not even being biased about this. We were at the French Consulate General, and these two Asians were getting visas also. One of them gets up and starts speaking FLUENT FRENCH to the lady behind the glass, and then after about 10 minutes, he says something in ELOQUENT ENGLISH, and then he sits down and starts talking to the other dude in COGENT CHINESE!!!! The dude was TRI-LINGUAL!!! Like, fluent in 3 languages!!! Jeez...and to top it off, the other Asian dude was doing math, and the math was like rocket science. I'm not even kidding. There were all these squigglies, and lines, and tons of numbers, letters, greek letters, etc. I felt incredibly stupid.

5. Chinatown is yummy. We ate there. 老四川 was the name of the restaurant, and it was soooooooooo SPICY!!!!

6. If China's people were as slow as Chicago's Shedd Aquarium ticket people, then they would be perpetually late...by years. You'd think you'd be faster at taking money and giving people a ticket. The line was curved completely around the whole Aquarium (and it's not a small thing. It's HUGE), and we got there early-ish! It took my dad 4 hours to get just inside the building!

7. Leaving a hotel room makes you paranoid about forgetting things. I checked every nook and cranny about 10 times, but I was still worried I forgot something.

8. Service plazas in Indiana (or the one we went to) are DISGUSTING. The toilets were brown! BROWN!!! We thought it was messed up pee, but turns out that the water was brown. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! It stank so badly...

9. Groping is not meant for service plazas. If you still have so much sexual energy, and you feel the need to pinch and then smack the ass of your significant other in front of 2 toddlers and a teenager....please please please stay in bed. Do not grope each other outside of your house/car >.<

10. Home is where the heart is. Yup. I still like my own bed better, my own bathroom MUCH better, and in general, my home better.

So...I should probably get to work on that outline that's due tomorrow...hehehe.

But first, 3 questions for all of you. Please answer in the comments.

1. What's tommorrow?

2. The day after that?

3. And the day after that?

*plugs ears to prevent hearing loss from the screams of CONVENTION-IS-TOMORROW!!!*

G'night!

Lynda

P.S. We still have Greek tomorrow...*sigh*

P.P.S. omg...I forgot about Science Olympiad Regionals! They're on Saturday. We gonna diiiieeeeee....*shrugs* I don't care that much, as long as I win personal medals! :)

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

Crew Guys That Are Not Ugly...

Yes. I, the cold-hearted ice queen who scorns all things boy-related, has just named this post, "Crew guys that are not ugly..." Why? Let's look at it this way. If you are wearing spandex, and you are not skinny, and you are wearing SPANDEX, which, let me remind you, is VERY FRICKIN' TIGHT, and you are NOT skinny-or even slim...would you feel confident? Maybe. I don't. So anyways, (the spandex is on top and bottom. The top's color? A bright red. It make me feel like I the flag in front of bull) we were taking pictures for the yearbook, and everyone had to take individual pictures. The guys were sitting close to there, stretching (they have nice muscles...*hits self for previous though*), and we were taking pictures, right in their line of vision (directly in front of them), with a boat behind us. We all had to hold an oar, and take a picture. WE HAD TO. Otherwise, I would've declined the offer. Quite pleasantly, but declined. We had to. So, to the picture! The other girls in crew are relatively slim (except like, 2 or 3, but they're like, healthy and fit, I'm not a stick type...Then again, no one's a stick), and rather pretty(idk what the guys think, I'm not a guy(duh), but I do know a couple of them had bfs, so, yeah.). They have nothing to worry about. Sadly, I do...*sigh*

Let us not dwell on these matters (even if they are some cute guys...*pinch to see if I''m really Lynda*...I am Lynda...but they were kinda...*hits self before self can say anything stupid again*). I'm going to a regatta this weekend! Tomorrow, at 4pm, I shall leave for Columbus. There is a regatta there, and I am going. YAY! I'm going to race in this one, so I'll have something to write about on my own blog! YAY! Alright. Same ending as usual.

I have Greek tomorrow, G'night!

Lynda