Sleeping is Good. So it Caffiene (Artificial Sleep).

HEY GUYS!!!!

Right, so before I get to my title...lol...let me first say that: IT DOESN'T MATTER IF WE DON'T GO TO THE SAME COLLEGE. Seriously, guys. as long as we stay in contact, and like, have reunions/vacations/roadtrips/meetups/skype/technology/email/thisblog/ANYTHING, we're still friends. Friends aren't people who are constantly next to each other. Friends are people that you know will have your back, no matter how far they are. Friends are people that accept your quirks, your faults, your weird little obsessions, and also they accept that even if they aren't RIGHT NEXT TO you...you'll still be their friend, and they'll still be yours. Actually, I take that back, that's what BEST FRIENDS are. They accept (almost) everything about each other, and know that although they all have their own lives, own personal friends, boyfriends, families, whatever--they're still part of each others lives. C'mon, guys. If I'm being this frickin' sappy and serious about something, it has to be true (I mean it...like, c'mon...ewww I'm being sappppyyy >.<). We'll always be friends if we want to be. It's like the Lamarckian Theory of Friendship! : D

(hahaha, I know that part of the Lamarckian theory of Evolution-wanting/needing=poof!evolution! is false...but we'll pretend otherwise, eh? On the bright side, I got that right on our Evolution Test today in Bio. Which, btw, I just took...T_T)

Anyways. Moving on to less sappy and happy and gushy-mushy schtuff....

CAFFIENE! It is GOOD FOR YOU. Ignore all that sh*t about stunting your growth (I ain't growing anymore...I accept that *glowers at Momo and xiy* and y'all just need to stop antagonizing me *continues to glare visciously at Momo and xiy*)...it's totally worth it if it keeps you from falling asleep/collapsing/dying during your day/AP BIOLOGY TEST. : D Yay!

See, I haven't had coffee/caffiene for like, years....but goodness, I needed caffiene today. For some reason (*cough* hehehe...I know said reason....*cough*), I was extremely sleepy today, and I was also SICK (still am...*sniffle*), my head hurt, and the general ickiness of being sick was there. So I got some Artificial Sleep-In-A-Cup. Also Known As: coffee/cappuccino. Hooray for human inventions!

Anyways...
gotta run.

Bye!

Luv, Lynda

~♪ ♫ Cell Respiration woohoo ♪ ♫~

As you can probably gather from the title, this week in bio we've been learning cell respiration. And omgtherearesomanythingstoknowandtolearnaaggghhhI'mgonnafaaaiiiiiiillllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Anyway.

Besides the every day bore of school and the stress of having a huge bio test as well as APUSH and Latin quizzes (that I still haven't studied for) tomorrow and an upcoming Greek test and English and Greek projects and NHD (omg) and all those other lovely things associated with the 10th grade...life's been pretty good.

I think today constitutes for a "Bad Things are in my Life so Pity Me" rant.

Latin/Greek teacher hates me. It's plainly obvious to other people too. She always singles me out with stupid things and tries to make me look bad. She also always thinks I'm not doing my work when, in reality, I have just been multi-tasking to the lovely background of her droning voice. In Greek she is the same way. She tries to correct my already correct statements. Then again, she does that to everyone. I am just so annoyed with her. I can't even put it into words. Gahh. That wasn't a very long rant. Lynda's more experienced than I am.

The other night/morning I dreamt in haikus!! My alarm went off on Tuesday very normally. And as normal, I fell back to sleep. After I wake up and then re-fall asleep, I have crazy dreams. For some reason, I thought that my sister had to write haikus for her English essay. Hers was:

Plate

Plate

Signify

For anyone who knows anything about haikus, you might notice that that ^ is not a haiku. I tried to explain to her that a haiku has 5, 7, then 5 syllables. She argued that plate has 5 letters in it and signify has 7. This clearly dumbfounded me. I continued to dream in haikus. I don't remember them. The End.

As a parting gift here are 2 real haikus:

There're too many steps

to learning bio such as

cell respiration

~

Cats are really cute

they sleep in laundry baskets

I am so jealous.

-Momo

Melodine's Elves pt. 2

So everyone was commenting about how pretty and white and shiny blogspot is and now I understand why! Wow. It's so different!!! And shiny. Weeeee!! Anyway, as promised, here is the rest of Melodine's Elves with commentary this time:


Now Melodine new [ooh that's sad] that these tiny houses were the homes of elves [obviously] so she just stood there [logically]. She did not leave for a few moments, she was about to leave but for some reason she just couldn't she wasn't stuck [really?!] she just could not let herself leave [oooh].
Then it came to her [?], "I must build some more houses for them" [yes, I'm sure the elves would love if a giant came and started using up their precious farmland to build mediocre housing without asking]she said to herself.
Melodine started working immetietly [<--ha].
Soon she was singing [omg].Melodine had a very beautiful [b-e-a-uuu-tiful]. Suddenly, she heard someone but it seemed like it was under her [omg she squished one!!] so she looked down and there was the smallest person, it was an elf!
Melodine was frightened but then she finally said to the little elf, "Who are you I'm Melodine" [a bit abrupt, don't you think?].
The little elf said "I'm the mayer [eeewww] of the town my name is Tisbe" [I wonder if Lynda helped choose this name...]. Melodine said "Nice to meet you Tisbe". Tisbe looked kind of frightened but he smiled and said, "I heard you singing and our village loves your company"! [...]
Melodine had no idea what to say or do. Then the little man went inside a tiny cottage with smoke comeing [I didn't know it was 'coming' until, like, 6th grade] out.


That is all I'll be writing for today.
Not only is there are HUGE bio-test tomorrow, but I also have to somehow study for APUSH and Latin all whilst accommodating the needs of a certain kitten that won't leave my side and is currently weaving in and out of my arms. 


How I wish I was a cat. I wouldn't need to worry about the fact that my proteins are made of amino acids, that carbohydrates like glycogen and starch and cellulose are all made of glycidic linkages of polysaccharides. Agh. 


Well, I better study some more.


GOODBYYYEEE!
I don't like this whole school thing very much.
Momo

Happy Birthday, House!

Alright now, let's all sing it together: 

♫ Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you; happy birthday, dear Hou-ouseeeeeee~; HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! ♪

Today is our lovely House's birthday! Isn't that exciting? It is exciting. And Carrie's birthday is soon, and then all the Curly Fries will be the same age until November, when Lynda gets to be all haha-I'm-so-cool and gets a year older again. But at the moment, we nearly all match!

I actually drew this banner way back in July, because I was really bored and had nothing better to do at medical camp. Well, I did the sketch at medical camp, not the coloring. I did the coloring at home. ^.^

And Blogger's changed to be all pretty and clean and white and confusing and stuff! Does that count as a birthday present?

It's September now, but apparently the weather hasn't gotten the message yet. It was ~90F today, and the third floor of our school gets ridiculously hot in that sort of weather. And I just so happen to have French last period, which means I get to trek up the sweltering staircase (you can practically feel the steam; it was so humid today that paper started feeling soggy by the end of every class period) to a sweltering-er classroom while we reviewed the imperfect tense. Arrrgh.

But then it'll get cooler next week (I hope), so it'll all be good.

In Bio today, we had to do a lab about pillbug behavior. Momo, Virgil, and I named our ten pillbugs; the littlest one was Roanoke (the fattest one was Winthrop, the most rebellious was Anne Hutchinson, the two that looked most like each other were John Green and Hank Green, the skinniest was Delaware, the misfit-est was King George, and the meekest one was Canada), and it ended up dying, funnily enough. The pillbug we replaced it with was named Jamestown. :P

We were supposed to put the pillbugs in two petri dishes connected by a sort of hole-tunnel thing cut out of each dish so that they could move freely between the two (it kind of worked, but they kept escaping--Anne Hutchinson especially). A wet sheet of filter paper was put in one and a dry sheet in the other; apparently, the bugs were supposed to exhibit taxis and prefer the wet over the dry, but it didn't really work, because they just sort of wandered randomly.

(The wet-sheet dish was England and the dry one was America, because it always rains in England and because most of the bugs had American names anyway.)

And that's about it for today, I think. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HOUUUUUUSEEEE!♥ 

xiy