This Week was Totally Awesome!

This week is so good. We only had three days of school (Monday, Wednesday, and today).

Not only that, but on Monday night we went to see the Starkid SPACE tour. It was only the most magical freakin' night of my life!!!!!! My voice is still a little wonky (as bio teacher would say) from screaming so much. It's funny, in all of the illegal videos I took, you can hear *SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!* little bit of singing *SRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM*

In addition to singing all of the greatest hits from A Very Potter Musical, Sequel, Starship, Me and My Dick, and Little White Lies, the night was full of really funny comedy, inside jokes, dancing, and over-the-top fangirling on our part.

It was the best birthday present I could ever ask for. You guys are the bestest :D. I wish we could go again.

Tomorrow, Friday, is a conference day for the parents and we get to sit around and do NOTHING. Well, except, like, NHD and homework and studying and chores and...yeah.

It's rather cold.

xiy, Virgil, and I went fencing today. Virgil left early and then xiy and I decided to go fence in the neighboring dancing room. We fenced under spotlights and it was epic. We both won that match.

I'm cold.

Well, I think that just about wraps up this week.

-Momo

mah fayvrit

So starting today and ending next Monday, I believe that we will be doing a theme week on our favourite thing(s). Thus, I will begin.

Today, I will be showing to you all my recent crappy art, because a) I am lazy and b) this is theme week, and I like drawing.

Ahem. (<-This is supposed a segue. [I fail.]) 

"Cheer up, kid!" (APVS=♥)

This is what I do when I don't feel like drawing my self-portrait for the umpteenth time in art class.

Part of a doodle done in math class right before spring break.

This is how I imagine the Death Eaters from "99 Death Eaters" by Draco and the Malfoys.

Adventures in Greek class. (Which reminds me--I should probably go study. >.<)

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Also. Fencing was fun today. Instead of running 3/4 of a mile around the school, we did this "Indian run" thing around the courtyard, which was fun and not particularly tiring at all. And then we line-fenced and then played a game of King of the Hill, in which, predictably, the scariest SFEYO won.

House and I are officially done with 9HD! (Unless, of course, we get sent to the next level, in which then we have to do actual work again. >.>) :D OH, and speaking of 9HD, I found this hilarious .gif of Robespierre. It's on deviantart, so I don't think I'm allowed to actually repost it here, but this is the link, if you care to take a look. It's hilarious; trust me.


Aaaaand that's about it, I think. Have a nice Tuesday!


(ALSO ALSO FOR THE 6LCF: The tags for this week will be 'theme week' and 'favourite things,' mkay?)

Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail, hippity-hoppity Easter's on its way!!!!

I got a perfect score on the National Latin Exam!! *celebration & frivolity* 

Easter is a week from tomorrow XD I'm so excited. Reasons why I'm excited for Easter:

1. Jesus is alive (that's the obvious one)

2. Lent is over (I get to watch YouTube again!!!)
3. Sunny weather
4. Pretty flowers
5. Less than two months left of school!
6. Candy!!!!


Right now, there are big black clouds outside and it keeps raining, but then the sun comes out from the one teeny gap in the clouds like every ten minutes, and then it rains again. I love this kind of weather :) it reminds me of my homeland.

Today, Momo and xiy did really well in a fencing tournament (because there were only like four people there) and I didn't do well because I wasn't there because I was at a rehearsal. Then all three of us went to a thing called Kick-It, where we played kickball to raise money for pediatric oncology research. Chinese Club lost, but we had the coolest t-shirts. 


Yesterday, House posted in our Facebook group that we should have a "Favorite Things" theme week. Does everyone think that would be fun? Shall we start on Monday? 
I'm nearly halfway done with the Extra-Special Birthday Surprise that I'm making for you guys. 
My kitty looks really cute sitting in the little patch of sun under the window. ^_^ She's so warm and happy. 


I don't have time to write any more, because I have an English essay and I have to work on that Extra-Special Birthday Surprise.


Love,
Virgil

adventures in fencing

Just a note before I officially start this post:

So I see someone changed the header-thing to what I drew last week; I changed it back because I think it's more practical to have the full name of our blog on the title instead of just "6LCF" and also because I like the one with the six of us in a row better because I think it looks better as a banner.

If you guys think we should change or something, I guess we could. Vote in the comments, maybe?

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Anyway. 


Today, Momo and I went fencing. Some of the other fencing chillunz were acting odder than usual today; here is my quickly-doodled artist's interpretation of them, with explanations below.

aka "HEY GAIZ UR DOIN IT WRONG"

Exhibit A: The Push-Up. For some reason, people were doing push-ups today, and the way they were doing them varied between sticking their posteriors high up in the air while attempting to do the push-up, sagging a ridiculous amount in the stomach area (it's sort of difficult to tell, but that's what the second guy in green is demonstrating) or just slacking off entirely (okay, maybe not, but I wanted to draw a happy sleeping person).


Exhibit B: The Lazy Kid Who was Forced to do Jackknives. While we were supposed to be doing jackknives (like sit-ups, but harder), one kid was just lying there, being all "ohoho I'm so clever look at me not doing what I'm supposed to." Then, later on, he was mobbed by a bunch of other fencing chillunz, and they were trying to make him do said exercises by pulling him around by the legs and arms and yelling.


Exhibit C: Failure Butt-kicks. There's a reason they're called "butt-kicks," people. You're supposed to make your heels come in contact with your posterior during each jump. Just bending your knees slightly while jumping maybe three inches off the ground is not acceptable. Many of the fencing chillunz seem to have missed out on this rule, and were blatantly disobeying it.


Oh, and as if this weren't odd enough, two kids were making nooses out of jump ropes during warm-up time. It was very odd.


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The National Greek Exam is tomorrow, which means I get to bring lunch. Yay.

Also, I hate gym class. Fitness is not fun. D:


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And now I think I should go, as I've some English (and possibly physics chemistry as well, though I might procrastinate some more on that) to do. Goodbye~. 

xiy

"I want something to get high off of," said Virgil.

The three fencing Curly Fries were walking down the hallway to our school's ridiculously out-of-the-way band room today, when Virgil dreamily delivered the above quote. It made my day.

(('hem. [hem, hem, says Umbridge-voice] I should probably put a little disclaimer here that goes, THE 6LCF ARE IN NO WAY ENDORSING DRUGS. NOT ON THIS BLOG AND HOPEFULLY NOT ANYWHERE. THANK YOU VERY MUCH. <3))

I have such an awful, messy week. There's two rather urgent-ish projects that require my attention (darn you, French and physics chemistry!), an outline for a history paper due next Monday, incredibly difficult Science Olympiad regionals (while Momo, House, and Virgil will be happily sequestered away at Latin Convention), and a scholarship-audition-luncheon thing for piano this Sunday. Not to mention I've got to actually do the audition (i.e., play two pieces in front of three or four very serious piano teachers to see if my parents can pay less money for my piano lessons than usual this year) on Monday. Gaaah. >.<


After three-ish days of pretty pretty springlike weather, it turned cold again. Now the trees are covered in ice, which is, admittedly, very pretty (especially when the sun is coming up or going down). However, it is also cold again, and ewwwww I don't like the cold.

Today, both Momo and I had to fight against the scariest of the scary fencing eleven-year-olds. He is, as his name suggests, very scary. I was extremely lucky and managed to lose 5-1.


This is the last Tuesday of February. Next week, it shall be March. Yay!


So, um, yeah.


xiy

ZOMG! A MOMO PARODY!

Disclaimer: This post is not actually written by Momo. It is part of a theme week "Parody Week". I do not own these stereotypical traits of our beloved Momo. Please don't sue me.

Yay! A new theme week! I love theme weeks!

Today, it was quite nice out, not as cold as it was before. Yay! That means that I can go out and be hyper! Like a frog! Back when I was a chillun', I was a superb frog impersonator, still am.

Today was early dismissal for our school, so I didn't go swordfighting!!! Swordfighting=fun!

Speaking of fun, Play-Doh is fun too! I love making Play-Dohs! [Here, I, the real me, not Momo, would like to say that I do not have any accessible Play-Doh. So the following pictures are not mine or Momo's, they are from GOOGLE! :)]

Haha, the zebra has white stripes on black! Wait, is that the real way?


 And since it's Valentine's Day-

 That's my lovely post! :) 
-mOmO


[This whole parody thing was harder than I thought! I had to do research on Momo's interests! jkz]

CPR, electric fencing, and (nearly) falling asleep in math class

Such was my life today (actually, the [nearly] falling asleep in math class bit was from yesterday; more on that later).

My gym class is learning CPR currently, and so we practiced compressions on these rubber-plastic mannequin-dummy-things during today's class period. It's not too difficult, but the dummies are so creepy. Their mouths are shaped like perfect Os, and the empty space of the mouth doesn't quite match up to the lines of the lips. You can see right down their (hypothetical) throats, and it looks like they're either singing extremely off-key or screaming. And then, when one does the 'head-tilt, chin-lift' maneuver, there's a gap between the dummy's head and neck, so it looks like they've got a hole in their neck. Also, the nostrils are blocked (apparently they didn't bother cutting out the nostrils), so one gets a beautiful view of those when one performs the aforementioned maneuver. Ugh. ._.


Virgil and I went to fencing today; thankfully, it wasn't too crowded. We even managed to get relatively well-fitting chest protectors, which is always a nice thing. Anyway, the point is that the coach persuaded us (read: told us, "Okay, here you go; hook yourself up to the apparatus and go fence electronically!") to do electric fencing. So we did (not like there was much of a choice). This was my second time, and so I actually had somewhat of an enjoyable experience. At least I knew where to put all the various wires and plugs and things.


Y'know what sounds really, really cool? Saying, "I'm doing trig[onometry]*!" Yeaaah. It sounds so very cool and nerdy and awesome.
So math class recently has been devoted to (very, very basic) right-triangle trigonometry--in particular, sine, cosine, and tangents of various angles/etc. So now I actually understand what those SIN, COS, and TAN buttons mean, which is good. It's not so mysterious anymore.
The problem is that the math teacher tends to get a bit long-winded in her explanations and sample problems, and so yesterday's class was mostly spent in a partial stupor and a flurry of doodling in the back of my geometry notebook. I shall leave you with the fruits of my labor (what an odd phrase) to conclude this post:

Virgil, (almost) sleeping. She sits in the desk diagonally in front of mine, and so is the perfect subject for math-class doodles. :D

And the color version!

xiy

*Apparently, the '-onometry' bit is not crucial to the name. "I'm doing trig" has just as much effect as "I'm doing trigonometry," though one could argue that the former sounds cooler because it mentions such a difficult subject in such a casual way.

hello, all and sundry

So, erm, right. Yeah. Right. Tuesday. My day to post. Oh gosh, what am I supposed to write about?

Well, we fencing Curly Fries skipped fencing today; or, more accurately, we were there for fail!footwork (they do things called "snakes" now instead of footwork; I suppose it's similar in theory, but snakes aren't fun at all) and then snuck out to do homework instead of actually fencing. There were, like, a ton of people there today, and it would have been terrible trying to find any working, fitting equipment.

I watched Virgil take notes about the Dalai Lama, read part of a book she had about Tibet, watched Momo do science homework, and sat around. I had homework too, of course, but all the necessary materials (textbook, Greek stuff, my brain, motivation) were all at home. 

It was, all in all, a very enjoyable experience.

You know, I really don't like the middle voice. Even though a lot of verbs have different meanings when put in said voice, a lot of them are implied and confusing and  "the subject verbs itself," which is basically what the middle voice is, just sounds so wrong. Sigh. Why does language have to be so complicated?

Okay, fail!short!rant is over.

Remember how Momo said in her post that finals are over and we can breathe without having panic attacks? Well, that may not be true. All the teachers are now firmly in "SECOND-SEMESTER-OMG-YOU-NEED-TO-COMMIT-YOURSELF-TO-DOING-WORK-AND-SETTING-GOALS-BECAUSE-IT'S-ALMOST-THE-END-OF-THE-YEAR-OKAY-LET'S-START-TALKING-ABOUT-JUNE-FINALS-NOW-OKAY" mode, and they've been assigning essays and projects like crazy. It's really annoying. ;_;


At any rate, I think I'm done.
G'bye.


xiy

The Fencing Drinking Game

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOMO!
:D
We ♥ You!
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Today, the fencing coach was late. Virgil, Momo, and I spent that time devising a drinking game for fencing practice.

Some Notes: The size of a "drink" is under a lot of debate; for our purposes here, it'll be about the equivalent of a good-sized shot glass. If you so wish, you may also interpret a drink as a giant mug.
The size of a "bottle" is along the lines of an average wine bottle. Once again, if you wish to enlarge the quantity, go for it.
For those who are legally and medically allowed to drink alcohol, do so.
For those who aren't (i.e., all of the Curly Fries as of right now), substitute alcohol for the beverage of your choice. 


We are not responsible for anything that happens if/when you get drunk.


THE FENCING DRINKING GAME

One drink if. . .

• You get a chest protector that's too big.
• Somebody says the t-word [aka "think"].
• You're off-target.
• China is mentioned.
• Politics are mentioned.
• Any of the fencing people tries to sound smart and fails.
• There are only left-hand gloves when you need a right-hand one.
• None of the fencing jackets (vests? suits?) fit.
• Somebody takes the foil/epee/saber you usually use.
• You stop while running stairs/around the school oval/around the courtyard.
• You say "fence" instead of "swordfight" when refereeing.
• The scary-fencing-eleven-year-old called Goyle* (not his real name) screams/yells/shouts/makes an exclamatory remark once.

Three drinks if. . .

• Your helmet/jacket (vest? suit?) is stained with mysterious colors and/or congealed goo.
• Goyle screams/yells/etc. more than twice in a row (meaning yelling twice or more without actually talking in a normal voice in between).
• You say the t-word and don't get caught [a celebratory drink].
• You say the t-word and do get caught [an "oh-woe-is-me" drink].
• The coach is between ten and thirty minutes late.
• Every single gym bathroom is locked and you are forced to walk up to the first floor to relieve yourself.
• Somebody takes the foil/epee/saber you usually use and it takes longer than two minutes to find a suitable replacement.

 One entire bottle if. . .

• You end up with the biggest chest protector [i.e., the one so big it has breathing holes].
• Goyle goes the entire practice without talking once in a normal voice.
• You slip and fall down in an undignified fashion.
• You manage to run the entire oval [i.e., 3/4 mile] without stopping.
• The coach is over thirty minutes late.
• The coach tells you to do jackknives.
• The SFEYO best at dodgeball** manages to get out.
• The SFEYO best at dodgeball gets you out.
• You get somebody out at dodgeball [only for the people who are really bad at throwing].
• The only right-hand glove left is ancient, crusty, wrinkled, cracked, discolored, or a combination of the above.
• The only jacket (suit? vest?) left is five sizes too big or three sizes too small.

Two entire bottles if. . .

• You get the SFEYO best at dodgeball out.
• You manage to get through the entire round of dodgeball without getting out once [for the people bad at dodging].
• You accidentally stab an innocent passerby.

*So called because of Goyle of AVPM/AVPS, who displays the tendency to shout a lot and dramatically.
**Technically called something along the lines of "zhoozhee"; Momo, please tell me the correct spelling. Apparently, it's a Chinese game. It's not exactly dodgeball, but close enough.


Further Notes: "SFEYO," if you are not already aware, stands for "scary fencing eleven-year-old."
If you are drinking alcohol for this game, believe me, it is very easy to get drunk. So, once again, don't hold us responsible for anything you happen to do or say if or when you get drunk from this game.


That is all.
xiy

Fencing, Politics, Picnik, and Glee

(But not necessarily in that order.)

So today's fencing session was punctuated with  a lot of talk of politics. Or, to perhaps put it more correctly, one of the scary-fencing-eleven-year-olds' ideas of politics (and/or how to fix the United States's copious debt problem). You see, the scary-fencing-eleven-year-old (we'll just call them SFEYOs) is of the opinion that the United States should somehow buy up the Sahara desert and then get people to build a giant solar panel across it. This would generate lots of energy for the US, which would then presumably be sold to China (it's always China, China, China; never anything else) so that the US can pay off its debts to that same country. It's a terrible plan, but he seems convinced of its greatness, and no amount of dissuasion seems to have done any good.


Much of footwork was spent discussing the monumental flaws of the SFEYO's plan, and so we didn't actually do all that much exercising today. :)


Oh, and speaking of China, it's so stupid that people think that it's China's fault that the US's economy is screwed up. I mean, really. China is not "stealing jobs"; in the words of Virgil, China was merely doing what was good for China, and that's really all that it should be expected to do. The United States screwed itself over by depending so much on China.

And, lastly, on the topic of politics--Ohio, where we 6LCF live, is now apparently entirely Republican. And apparently the Republicans are going to cut money from schools/libraries/things that matter. How lovely. >.>


Politics, in my opinion, is just a very silly business.
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In other news, today, in a fit of hilarious juvenility (I just made up a word!), Momo, Lynda, and I made a quite hilarious picture on Picnik. It was originally supposed to be the cover of Lynda's NaNo novel, but it turned out, er, well.
I'll just let you see for yourself, yeah?

:D
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Darren Criss apparently now has a role on Glee, which is wonderful news for the Darren-Criss-loving and/or Glee-loving Curly Fry community.
I was originally going to watch Glee and write my first impressions of it in this post, but there was an unfortunate event called piano practice which I must do, meaning that I will, sadly, be unable to watch said show during the time in which it is airing.
I guess I'll watch it on Hulu if/when I have the time; perhaps my first impressions will come next week.
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And, finally, the NaNo usual. . .


Wordount: 26,741 (I haven't had the chance to write much today, but I will.)
Last sentence: “I will,” replied Ellie, clutching the scribbled-on piece of paper like her life depended on it. Her brain was rapidly churning out random, disjointed, highly panicked thoughts.

AAAAH!!!!! IT'S ALMOST (ish) NOVEMBER!!!!!!!!

I am so excited/scared/lost/pumped/nervous about the start of November. On the one hand (μεν) it is my birthday month and NaNoWriMo on the other hand (δε) it's NaNoWriMo! If you don't know what NaNo is, you are crazy. Especially since we've been writing about it for so long. If you still haven't figured out what this magical thing is, go here and check out all the fun stuff. Of the 6 of us, only four have competed in NaNoWriMo before (that being last year). Hopefully the other two (House and Carrie wink wink nudge nudge) will join us this year in the crazy writing that we all love so dearly. Now, I know that 50,000 seems like a small number from an outsider's stand point, but just to show how much 50k really is, this post is only 139 words. It may look like a lot but it's really only .003 of a NaNo novel. Don't expect long posts from us cool people in November....or possibly none at all...

More bad news: I have to post on November 1st. I post on Mondays. Therefore November 1st is a Monday and I have to post and write at least 5,000 words. Or that's my goal at least. Don't forget that November 1st is a MONDAY! We have SCHOOL on Mondays. We also have Greek on Mondays at 7:10 IN THE MORNING. This oughta be fun...

Guess what?!? Virgil might join me and xiy in fencing!!! Virgil came and checked out the class, but wasn't allowed to fence due to liability stuff, but she was able to learn some foot work and do exercises with us. I hope she joins because then 1/2 of the 6LCF will be doing a sport together and it'd be wicked awesome. 

Secret Message #1: Poofy is a jocker!!!

Hmmm.

Secret Message #2: Virgil's learning Chinese :O

I really don't have much to say...I have to think of a NaNoWriMo plot. 

Secret Message #3: If you haven't found these yet....wow. Anyway, write about your favorite food in the comments.

kbai.

Loooove,

Momo