tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59072322011-07-30T20:08:26.510-05:00Shadow on the sky"someone's shadow was on the sky"ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.comBlogger2581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-18560363596478576042010-03-07T22:19:00.002-06:002010-03-07T22:26:49.243-06:00We just finished with the run of Marat/Sade at Macalester, and today was strike. The cast finally gave the crew cards, and I have been laughing at mine ever since. Some people wrote really sweet messages, but some people clearly wanted to write a one-word message. This is fine, I understand the desire.However, the obvious one-word message is "Thanks! -Name." Since Macalester students rarely take ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-80057740273921448052007-06-01T10:06:00.000-05:002007-06-01T10:27:43.444-05:00When I spoke to my parents last night, they both told me to "get a good night's rest." Unfortunately, this was impossible, because of a telling and typical Daniels Hall moment. I went to bed around 11, like usual, but I was rudely awakened at 2:45 by the fire alarm. After changing from the booty shorts I wore to bed into some pj pants, I grabbed my ID and was out the door (this sounds like ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-57020629514455712492007-03-05T06:52:00.000-06:002007-03-05T06:54:16.566-06:00Last year, writing the TOK extended essay, a 4,000 word paper seemed impossible. My paper took months and I agonized over it. Yesterday, I wrote the same length in a day. Why am I not an English major?ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-51314305189774372982007-02-18T12:08:00.000-06:002007-02-18T12:14:46.890-06:00For most of my life, people have remarked about how small I was. For a long time, I was kinda like, whatever I am a normal sized person, you are just confused. But over a long period of time, I decided that I actually was smaller than the average person. I had small feet, little hands and a generally petite body. Or so I thought until I arrived at college. So far, I have not recieved one "you're ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-40974477826895984102007-02-13T09:50:00.000-06:002007-02-06T20:31:29.887-06:00One thing I am definitely appreciating in Cincinnati is the snow days. In highschool, we had an allotted number of snow days, or something, and the number was approximately zero. So, even on days when cars literally had to be dug out of the snow (Thanks, Laney), we went to school. Here, it snows and school is cancelled. Mmmm.And they're not afraid to call it a snow day, either. None of this "ok, ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-35776864687979634852007-02-05T20:49:00.000-06:002007-02-05T21:06:22.049-06:00"Andy Studenski, he's so fun!"Ok, so I realized that Studo is my best guy friend. And I also realized I have never blogged about him (actually, that's a lie, he got a brief mention in a post a few years ago). To remedy this, a post.I met Studo in 9th grade, and I had a few classes with him. I'm not entirely sure how many, because I was pretty unclear on the difference between the two Andys that ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-3010252791032920312007-01-30T18:22:00.000-06:002007-01-30T18:51:03.855-06:00soooo college. is something i have not talked about yet. i have been meaning to, really truly i have. but it seems like i spend 80% of my life telling people what happens in my life. i didn't know if i needed another time to talk about what happens to me on a day to day basis. i'm already on the phone with my parents, talking to highschool friends on the phone, chatting with college friends aboutameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1166158489165736142006-12-14T22:41:00.000-06:002006-12-15T01:37:44.103-06:00As little as I could believe a year had gone by last December, I can believe the two year mark even less. It's odd, really, marking things by years. I miss Justin at very random times, unrelated to the time of year or what I might be doing. But for some reason, anniversaries make me sit down and think, take some serious time out and remember. Today's a day when I don't feel like pushing my grief ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1143907368496590342006-04-01T09:57:00.000-06:002006-05-16T12:31:22.073-05:00Failure.After being rejected from two of the three schools I applied to I am realizing that I have never really failed before. Sure, I've failed tests or little things like that, but I have never failed in a way that would change my life.Thinking about my applications, I can see why I didn't get it, but it's still hard to accept. I tried my hardest to make a good application and I think I was a ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1140486657846593002006-02-20T19:30:00.000-06:002006-03-29T14:24:44.770-06:00I feel old. Accompanying your mom to surgery is not a little-kid thing. It's not a kid thing at all.My mom decided that she wanted me to drive her to the hospital for her heart surgery (nothing major, no worries), and I was like "okay, no problem." I didn't really expect the waking up at 5 to leave, or the moment when they say "we'll be taking her into the procedure room now" or the moment when ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1140055694554849302006-02-15T20:02:00.000-06:002006-02-15T20:08:14.556-06:00This is definitely like the eighth post I've done on this topic, but--It's official! I'm a National Merit Scholar! I got the letter today. I had been worried because they've been sending out the letters over the past week and a half and I hadn't gotten one yet. Jacob got his on the weekend and I was panicking. Now I can breathe a big sigh of relief for all the free money I'm going to get. Whew. Iameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1139536794597784042006-02-09T19:57:00.000-06:002006-04-19T13:20:45.430-05:00Wow, guys. I have to say, I love you. I'd been kinda sad that no one had commented on any of my recent blogs. Finally, I realized that I set it to 'moderate comments,' which means that i have to approve all comments before they appear. Thank you for all the lovely notes over the weeks, they made my day and made me feel much better about everything.Yeah, people will support me if I don't forget toameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1139026252558369742006-02-03T21:44:00.000-06:002006-02-09T20:06:30.016-06:00I thought I'd kicked my depression, but it still shows up in little pockets of melancholy. This past week or month I've fallen into one of those pockets and I can't seem to drag myself up by my bootstraps. I hate realizing that I don't have any right to complain about anything anymore. I already got all the sympathy one can expect for depression last year. Everyone views my sadness and related ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1138672418910300572006-01-30T19:45:00.000-06:002006-02-07T21:50:56.226-06:00People suck. Until today, I thought SLP was a relatively tolerant high school. I have lots of GLBT friends/acquaintances and they all seem conformable being out. But I need to express my dissatisfaction with the world today. I was passing out a survey for the gay/straight alliance (see the 'straight' in that name? that's me), and people decided it was acceptable to heckle me.I'm not sure how it ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1137355001831850222006-01-15T13:00:00.000-06:002006-01-21T23:41:11.650-06:002006. I never thought this year would actually come. I've never planned much further than the end of this year. Sure, I have huge goals for college, but past that I don't have any goals about life. I have a few years to figure it out, but then I have to have some life plan. Do I want to get married? Have kids? Live in LA? Live in NY? It's like MASH. (Which, strangely, says that I'm going to marryameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1134592482450569262005-12-14T20:00:00.000-06:002006-01-14T13:51:01.046-06:00525,600 minutes.It's been an entire year since Justin died. Definitely the hardest year of my life. I don't know what to say; I've accepted that he's gone, and that I can't do anything about it. I'm trying to accept that it was an accident, that people die daily, that shit happens. I say trying, because I haven't gotten there yet. Because I know that I will never be able to detach myself from ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1132377509127431322005-11-18T22:32:00.000-06:002005-11-18T23:18:29.193-06:00One of my least favorite feelings is of acute embarrassment. I know that everyone must feel that they get more embarrassed than other people, so I can't say that it's worse for me.But I hate the feeling when you realize that you've said something horribly wrong, or you've forgotten something, or you've missed the point of something, or you have done something you shouldn't have. What comes ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1130465783192302352005-10-27T20:54:00.000-05:002005-10-27T21:16:23.226-05:00Woah. It's been a while since I've blogged.It looks like I'm going to graduate, which rocks. Seriously, it rocks. GED class is obnoxious but feasible. The teacher seems nice, and the curriculum is a critique on mainstream textbooks. I get to personalize what I learn, which means that I can focus on cultural shifts instead of presidents and wars. Apparently, I'm applying to Cincinnati this weekendameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1129163870445791462005-10-12T18:45:00.000-05:002005-10-12T19:37:50.493-05:00Life. Right. Senior year is tough, I'm still praying that US History will work out and I'll get to graduate. There are several little details to be worked out, such as: I'm not in a US History class, and I don't graduate if I don't take it; I'm supposed to take a GED class during theater time; it's in Hopkins, and I have no ride; and I really, REALLY don't want to take it. As I say, little ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1127007195653534052005-09-17T20:20:00.000-05:002005-09-17T20:33:15.660-05:00[Warning: Incredibly Braggy Post will Follow]I am in such a crazy-happy mood it's not even funny. Woah. I'm one of two (two!) National Merit Scholar Semifinalists from SLP. It might sound kinda bad "only Semifinalist?" you ask "why not Finalist?" But, the best part is, at this point, Semifinalist is the best there is. All the Semis compete to be Finalists, and most of them get it. It's basically ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1126321683013269072005-09-09T21:52:00.000-05:002005-09-09T22:08:03.106-05:00I'm really bleary right now, because I didn't sleep as much as I should have last night. But I feel the need to blog about school.My schedule got figured out (kinda, but everyone has some issues), and I think I'll like all of my teachers. Score. No Mr. Psych or Mrs. Borscht this year! College is still frightening, but I'm dealing with the idea.In retrospect, my summer was pretty good. I was lazy ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1124576558647572412005-08-20T17:11:00.000-05:002005-08-20T17:22:38.653-05:00"Well, you've still got a year," says my mother of college. Um... I'd love to believe that, but the truth is, I don't. I'm not worrying about the actual GOING to college. I think I will be able to deal with being away from my family and making new friends. What I'm currently flipping out about is getting into college. I'm taking the SAT again, and the SAT IIs. Both need to be studied for. I have ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1124338940641891862005-08-17T23:12:00.000-05:002005-08-17T23:22:20.646-05:00Coon Bi is the hub of all crazy people in the Twin Cities. This includes, but is not limited to, those who use public transportation. I've been walking to the bus every couple of days, and I can't make it the whole six blocks to the stop without some random man (or two, or three) honking at me. I'm fairly certain this isn't caused by me suddenly becoming 900x more attractive, but perhaps because ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1123705542214353842005-08-10T14:16:00.000-05:002005-08-10T15:25:42.236-05:00The Killers rocked. Louis XIV (the opening act) did not. Having to wait forever did not. But The Killers were amazing. I screamed my lungs out and sang along with all the songs I knew. It was delicious, unlike the watered-down Coke I bought. Brandon Flowers was adorable. The band was great. The drummer (whatever his name is...) is even more impressive in person. It was my first real concert, so ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1123290207883892602005-08-05T19:51:00.000-05:002005-08-05T20:03:27.890-05:00My braces are gone, and I'm discovering that I hate retainers almost as much as I hated braces.For one thing, retainers hurt when you first get them on. Ok, so do braces. But braces don't make you nauseous or give you headaches. Retainers can.For another, they suck when you want to eat. You have to find this huge ugly plastic case (which doesn't fit into a pocket) and take out the retainers, ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1122432961949401112005-07-26T21:44:00.000-05:002005-07-26T21:56:01.956-05:00So I'm not joining the Army. I know this doesn't come as a surprise to most of you, but the Army hasn't quite figured it out yet.The recruiters call me every couple of weeks. If I'm lucky, I'm not at home when that happens, but every now and then I have to talk to one. A couple of days ago, I took a call from a recruiter. As soon as they identify themselves, I always reply "I'm not interested, ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1121739775449833652005-07-18T21:13:00.000-05:002005-07-18T21:22:55.450-05:00I'm becoming angsty, I can tell the emo kids at welding class rubbed off on me. I'm refering, of course, to my last post. I have nothing new to post, but I feel the need to move the angsty post down the page, and out of my sight. ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1121400153395347562005-07-14T22:54:00.000-05:002005-07-14T23:02:33.403-05:00Can cosmetics cause emotions?That would be the title of my master's thesis if I was to major in psychology. Obviously, it would focus on self-image and etc., because that's why most people use makeup. But I'd also use it to surreptitiously discover if other people have the same issue with mascara that I have.You see, I like mascara because it makes me look like less of a pale freak. With blonde ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1121311105381783842005-07-13T22:08:00.000-05:002005-07-13T22:18:25.386-05:00I'm learning how to weld. This may not seem in line with my typical activities, but I'm doing it anyway. It's fun, in a living-on-the-edge sort of way. Between hot things, bright things, things that burn your eyes, things that burn your skin, sharp things, and rotating sharp things, it's rather dangerous. But I'll have you know that after three days, I've only bruised my finger. I've also been ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1120795169375057282005-07-07T22:28:00.000-05:002005-07-07T22:59:29.416-05:00Since I am a balanced person (hah) I'm going to write a balanced post. My dad always prefaces things with "you want the good news or the bad news first?" I don't have one I always pick, it depends on how I'm feeling. But today is definitely a bad-things-first type of day. So, without further ado,The Bad(1) So I don't get jealous very often (again, hah), but when I do I get reallllly jealous. Of ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1120343248130497282005-07-02T17:14:00.000-05:002005-07-02T17:27:28.136-05:00So my boyfriend came back from Germany. I'm really proud of him. I thought I'd lost him to a country full of wurst. I've decided that he is never allowed more than 20 miles from me for more than 2 days. I'm planning on implanting a tracking device in his neck to help me facilitate this, but shhh don't tell him. Which is my way of saying that I missed him a lot when he was gone. As in, he left a ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1120182652351120942005-06-30T20:37:00.000-05:002005-06-30T20:50:52.356-05:00"I don't have any idea if a coon can climb up a rope."So says my neighbor, who has been brought in as an expert on our little problem, as you might want to call it.Apparently, my mom had been hearing noises in the chimney while we were in London. My dad finally agreed to get up on the roof and look in, because my mom spent last night in my bed as a consequence of the noises were keeping her ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1120097583947117012005-06-29T21:12:00.000-05:002005-06-29T21:13:03.953-05:00[Please note: this was posted yesterday, and I was very angry at blogger because it wasn't showing up. Imagine my embarassment when I realized I'd posted it on another blog]I am back from the land of bland food and crazy drunks, otherwise known as England. I have learned a few things. Namely, I sound American, I dress like an American, I am a "mentalist," I don't ever want to set foot on the UEL ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1118791042365866812005-06-14T18:03:00.000-05:002005-06-14T18:17:22.370-05:00Today is the 6-month anniversary of Justin's death. I've been thinking about the word anniversary. It seems fairly positive, as it's used in wedding anniversaries. But also it seems to have a serious ceremonial overtone, which is what I feel right now.My world needs a little more ceremony. I am sometimes jealous of Catholics, because of all the ceremony and dogma that comes with the religion. ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1118687876646238892005-06-13T13:25:00.000-05:002005-06-13T13:37:56.653-05:00Glurf. Again I am enticed into the world of blogger instead of the world of "Shit shit Amelia! You should pack for England because you leave at 4 in the morning on Wednesday." I kind of prefer this world, anyway. But I (ahem) don't really have anything to say. Some updates: the boys left for Germany on Saturday, I managed to get sunburnt while driving, and my thumb is healing. (Don't remember ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1118431023065732942005-06-10T14:04:00.000-05:002005-06-10T14:17:03.070-05:00Mmmm... Summer. I woke up at 11:30 this morning, went out jogging, had a shower, and ate lunch. Nothing to study, nothing to do. Amazing.I will say that I need to go out jogging earlier in the morning, though. Too many people were around, and they were all too friendly. One man, leaning out the passenger side window of a car told me I "looked hot." You're damn right I'm hot, I'm jogging, and it'sameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1118284437154578252005-06-08T21:06:00.000-05:002005-06-08T21:33:57.170-05:00Freshman year? Check. Sophomore year? Check. Junior year? Check. Senior year? Working on it.I can't believe I made it this far in school. Wow. Three years and I'm still here, you SLP folks must be really amazing. My one regret for the school year is that I had depression for most of it, which impacted my ability to keep friends. While Andy claims that yearbooks have no relation to friends, I ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1117463236506991882005-05-30T09:18:00.000-05:002005-05-30T09:27:16.506-05:00I bought myself some new jeans yesterday. My old ones had pretty much died (and by that I mean they had gaping holes in the thighs from so much use), so I needed some. I went to this mall near coon bi, and I went into this store where they sell jeans by actual measurements. I have to say, I prefer to say my size as "five short" as opposed to "28 x 29."Those numbers are too close to each other. ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1117418707679406692005-05-29T21:04:00.000-05:002005-05-29T21:05:07.683-05:00Aw... Isn't he cute?Andy's napping and Alex took a sneaky sneaky picture of him. Yay.ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1117114563939607012005-05-26T08:29:00.000-05:002005-05-30T09:19:57.730-05:00I am chewing on a baby toothbrush at a standup computer in the media center. The thespian wakeup was today... My parents had been acting like they were going to come every single night, which made me really paranoid when I went to bed. Then last night, they decided to act as if the thespians weren't coming. But they were! Sam and Greg came into my house and carried me out. Then we drove to ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1116888535787826382005-05-23T17:36:00.000-05:002005-05-23T17:48:55.793-05:00Way. Too. Cool. (Look close, it's not in English)Ooh! Ooh! I saw the coolest truck today. It picks up trees from the ground, using five scooping/cutting shovel things. They use it to replant already full-grown trees from one place to another. I was sitting in the parking lot of the church behind my house, so I went down there and drew it for an hour or so. While I was sitting there the security ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1116784320276928202005-05-22T12:10:00.000-05:002005-05-22T12:52:00.326-05:00Theater banquets are always bittersweet. This year's was amazing because I bought the coolest dress in the world, and wore pink fishnets and three inch heels. I either looked like a prostitute or a "sexy Amelia fish," as Jon put it. I thought I looked good, so that's what mattered. I also had too much fun dancing, especially to the "dance, too much booty in the pants" song. It started getting ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1116717740062087212005-05-21T18:10:00.000-05:002005-05-21T18:22:20.106-05:00Last night was the district fine arts festival, and I wish that theater was always like that. It was fairly well organized, with the exception of the fact that the stage crew didn't have a clue as to what they were doing. I was a "runner" with Andy which meant that I had to make sure that everyone was onstage at the right time. Greg commanded us from the booth.What made it fun was the fact that ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1116468284555736872005-05-18T21:01:00.000-05:002005-05-18T21:04:44.560-05:00My life since my last post in 25 words:Slept, ate, examed (IB psych & chem). Theatered. Almost thespian-ed. Tried to do schoolwork. Failed. Spent time with Andy (Yay!). Was sad about Seniors.Whew.ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1115673154944188862005-05-09T15:56:00.000-05:002005-05-09T16:14:23.893-05:00I'm trying to keep it all together until school lets out (someone said it's only 20 days, not counting weekends) but it's really hard. Currently I have both my own craziness and Colette's disease. Yesterday I went out for brunch with my mom, and dinner with my grandma. I kept seeing someone out of the corner of my eye, or hearing a voice, and turning around expecting it to be Justin out with his ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1115081160997104112005-05-02T18:48:00.000-05:002005-05-02T19:47:04.613-05:00Andy's being whiny, and that makes me sad. So I decided I'd give in and actually do a blog about him.I know he hasn't been mentioned except in passing for the last six months (yeah... that's how long we've been dating). Just so you know, he won't mention he has a girlfriend to anyone on FFXI because "it'd be awkward." Similarly, I avoided writing the "awkward" blog thus far, but now I actually ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1114921443946699822005-04-30T23:01:00.000-05:002005-04-30T23:24:03.946-05:00Most changes are gradual. You don't realize that you're moving away from something until it's gone. But occasionally, you can pretty much pinpoint the exact moment when something happened. In my case, it's the realization that I'm not that cool older sister anymore, if I ever was. You know the type of older sister, they're always in books. The sort that make you up when you're much too young to ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1114373284521896222005-04-24T15:02:00.000-05:002005-04-24T15:23:13.253-05:00As part of the coming of age program (the UU version of confirmation) at my church I had to stand up in front of the congregation and tell everyone what I believe. It was so hard to do... I've lost all my beliefs and ideas about life purpose with the depression. So I pretty much stood up and talked about what I didn't know. It was fine, though, because Unitarians are question people. After the ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1113681681881367472005-04-16T23:29:00.000-05:002005-04-16T23:21:25.796-05:00It's one day to my birthday and three days to Justin's. I can't help but feel that I'm leaving him, growing up, moving on. Obviously, I was always older than him, but the ratio of our ages was upset on December 14th, and it gets worse and worse. It's really going to hit home tomorrow when I turn 17 and he stays 16. I feel like rewinding time, getting us back in sync. Once I'm a year older than ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1113187969807943592005-04-10T21:41:00.000-05:002005-04-10T21:52:49.806-05:00French man: "You know how dumb I think the Americans are? I bet they'd buy bottled water"[French people laughing]French man: "What do you mean how will we sell it? Just tell them it's French water."Today I found yet another piece of evidence that the world knows us Americans are dumb. I found water with "5 times as much oxygen as regular water!" Yeah... the ingredients were "water, oxygen."First,ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1113080039860668402005-04-09T15:14:00.000-05:002005-04-09T15:57:25.470-05:00The ACT is over. I may not have rocked it, there was a crazy section about altitudes that screwed me up in the science test. (By the way, why did no one tell me there was a science test? I mean, it's like you expected me to have looked up what was on it.)Since I got away with the flannel pygamas for the SAT, I went with the silk pjs for the ACT. What am I going to do if I take the SAT IIs? How ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1112837160238347042005-04-06T20:24:00.000-05:002005-04-06T20:26:00.240-05:00I should be working... but this had me in side-splitting laughter for the first time in days. Gizoogle some other sites!ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1112817073357970032005-04-06T14:40:00.000-05:002005-04-06T14:51:13.356-05:00Against my better judgement, I took a mental health day today. I basically slept til 11, watched TV and then did a little homework. It was very relaxing, but I know I'm behind in school now. My plan was to get up early and finish my TOK journals, but I definitely didn't motivate. I had a series of horrible dreams last night. They were basically 6 different versions of the killer-comes-to-get-you ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1112556130191947782005-04-03T14:14:00.000-05:002005-04-03T14:22:10.193-05:00(Click for a larger image)So this college says that if I go there I will be "ruined for life." What? Why would I do that? Apparently being ruined has some positive connotation in the Jesuit faith. I don't know why. It looks like the most crap school I've ever seen. Don't go to Regis college. You'll get "spolled (sic)" by their location, get "special" treatement and learn how to question ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1112464161123688922005-04-02T11:13:00.000-06:002005-04-02T11:49:21.123-06:00I woke up this morning panicked because I'd just had a dream that I was scheduled to give a lecture on "Designer Sharks and the Eddinger-Haus Equilibrium." I think this has to be attributed to the extreme amounts of studying I did this week. No, I don't know what a designer shark is. I think it must look like one of the sharks in The Life Aquatic. I do know for sure that the "Eddinger-Haus ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1112150038324957122005-03-29T20:31:00.000-06:002005-03-29T20:33:58.326-06:00Well, I am quite enjoying my time without IM. I have gotten tons of work done, I've cleaned my room, I sleep more, etc., etc. I feel marvelous. Except that I am pining for it. I may just be addicted to instant communication. But in place of that, I got to read Invention and Technology during dinner, and I learned about the origins of the microwave. Hmm... I break my rule or not...ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1111975976062851552005-03-27T20:12:00.000-06:002005-03-27T20:12:56.063-06:00I am officially Not Going to be on IM This Week. Thank you for tuning in.ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1111876285880370372005-03-26T16:21:00.000-06:002005-03-26T16:31:55.370-06:00I wish all of the blog servers out there could have some kind of mutual agreement, so I wouldn't have to make an account at every single site just to be able to comment. Right now I "have blogs" at: livejournal, xanga and mindsay, in addition to my blog here. And my blogs here and here. Yeah, it would be nice not to have to remember all those passwords.ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1111812895345561572005-03-25T22:18:00.000-06:002005-03-26T00:03:46.943-06:00Back in town, and completely in love with Syracuse U. The industrial design degree looks great, and the university is gorgeous. The only problem comes in with the price. At $40,000 a year all told, it definitely has what I'd call sticker shock. I think I could get maybe half the tuition ($15,000) for being smart and poor, but then I have to cough up the rest myself. Aaaaah.EDIT: I almost forgot ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1111352459186467262005-03-20T14:42:00.000-06:002005-03-20T15:00:59.690-06:00"NorthWorst Airlines"I'm in NY, but boy did it take some energy. Saturday morning we got to the airport 90 minutes early, instead of the recommends 75. We spent the majority of this time standing in line outside the airport, waiting for our bags to be checked. When they finally were, the skyhop told us we had 10 minutes to make our flight, which was in concourse A. This happens to be the very ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1111203200389069142005-03-18T21:10:00.000-06:002005-03-18T21:33:20.390-06:00I'm going to NY tomorrow to look at some upstate schools, namely Syracuse and RIT. My orthodontist and her son/daughter are going to look at the same schools, and they're flying out on the same plane as us. Awkward...Anyway, I may update my blog if I can find the internet, otherwise I'll see you all in five days. If you feel like communicating with me, leave me a message on my hello-phone, or ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1110932691221311362005-03-15T18:05:00.000-06:002005-03-15T18:24:51.223-06:00It was a frustrating day today. It was earmarked for failure; Tuesdays are generally bad, in my experience. And this Tuesday did not, to the best of my reckoning, manage to break this trend.There were two main bad experiences during the day. The first was that I got my braces tightened. My mouth feels like small alpine men are trying to remove my teeth with minature ice picks. This was my ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1110670883428867882005-03-12T17:23:00.000-06:002005-03-12T22:39:45.303-06:00I took the new SAT today, and I think I may have rocked it. I felt really good going out of it, so I think that's a positive sign. I had lo-mein for lunch, and went to ballet, which was fun.Now I have drained all my energy (the SAT can be very strenuous when you're pushing for that "1600" lol). I think I'm going to go listen to some good spanish pop music and zone.P.S. I wore my pyjamas to the ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1109993770160994692005-03-04T17:28:00.000-06:002005-03-04T21:36:10.160-06:00"Get up! Get going! Get WorldSmart!" yells the world, cyphoned through the medium of my daily junk mail. "Why right now?" I ask. "I bet I would be much better at getting up and going after a short respite. Would that be alright?" But no, the tide of homework and SAT prep and IB tests to study for keeps undulating against me. I have decided that the best way to approach weekends is as an extensionameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1109543016398082252005-02-27T16:15:00.000-06:002005-02-27T16:23:36.400-06:00I don't understand the concept of DIY (do it yourself). Especially these new DIY magazines. Orignally, wasn't the world all sort of DIY? Now that we have people to cook for us, make things for us, etc., etc., anything we managed to lift ourselves off of our sorry American asses for is concidered DIY.Is anything I do now DIY? May I attach this phrase to everything I accomplish? "Well this morning ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1109389626038402832005-02-25T21:34:00.000-06:002005-02-25T21:47:06.040-06:00Amazing day today. I failed a few tests, got back some essays I kinda bombed, and generally failed at school. But! my art teacher liked this drawing I did, I'm pretty sure she's getting it framed for the student exhibit. I got a bit part in the play (As You Like It-- I'm William, the "country bumpkin"). I've been listening to my iPod, dancing with my eyes shut. I found some nice chocolate in my ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1109117774343830722005-02-22T17:47:00.000-06:002005-02-22T18:16:14.346-06:00 The meme of today (yeah, I know, second one this week) is O-Zone. They are my favorite Romanian band and they kick ass. I definitely have both their disks. I know the dance to Mai Ai Hee (Dragostea Din Tei). And know all the words. In both Romanian and English. Ahem.Anyway, I used to be the only one who knew who they were. Molly knew them too, but she is uber cool and picks up on things like ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1108929341712359742005-02-20T13:51:00.000-06:002005-02-20T13:55:41.713-06:00I feel hollow.ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1108516310343188322005-02-18T18:54:00.000-06:002005-02-19T11:02:26.970-06:00In honor of Friday, a meme I found. It's based on what site comes up first when you type one letter into your internet browser. Some of them (a, d, k, u, w) are rather strange. But it's cool how nicely this profiles my life. So without further ado, the list.A= aap.act.orgB=blogger.comC=ctrlaltdel-online.comD=daypop.comE=edit.yahoo.comF=freetranslation.comG=google.comH=hobsons.co.ukI=ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1108514369201505522005-02-15T17:11:00.000-06:002005-02-15T18:39:29.203-06:00College frightens me. I'm not scared of actually going, but I'm afraid of almost everything else. I'm afraid I might be making the wrong decisions, and that they're decisions that I can't undo. It's a rather daunting thought. I especially dislike the money aspect of the whole process. If I got a free ride anywhere I got in, it wouldn't be as intimidating to choose a school. I'm taking what seems ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1108347076109531082005-02-13T19:49:00.000-06:002005-02-13T20:11:16.113-06:00Even though I might be the only one, I had a good time at Sno-daze last night. Colette and Alex and I all got ready together, as is tradition. Andy was the perfect gentleman and looked amazing. He really does clean up well. The dance was dance-y, but they played the requisite all rap program. Plus the DJ sucked at mixing tracks.We had some little issues ("drama" as I call them), but then, we ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1107987533710946402005-02-09T15:52:00.000-06:002005-02-09T16:18:53.710-06:00[said with utmost sarcasm] fun day today.
it actually wasn't so bad, except for fourth hour, which is english. this was the hour that i discovered i hate that teacher sooo much (you never know if all teachers are like miss lane and obsessed with googling themselves, so i will call her ms. borscht).
last semester i thought i hated ms. borscht, but i was wrong. last semester i hated her because ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1107743078316821282005-02-06T20:19:00.000-06:002005-02-06T20:24:38.316-06:00since i was recently on the topic of my mom being crazy, another recent example.
today, i saw this huge cast iron frying pan on my counter. it was full of oil, and sitting in it were two oil covered oranges. "why are those oranges in that pan?" i asked my father. "well, there i set a bottle down next to this pan, and it tipped over into the oil. your mother was very upset at me for letting ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1107659616394963042005-02-05T21:02:00.000-06:002005-02-05T21:13:36.393-06:00blergh. today was a long disgusting day. it started out at 6:30, getting up for the SAT. a historic moment, the last administration of the old SAT. and good riddance, it was a bad test. there was at least one question that didn't have a correct answer. i know what you're thinking, i'm just confused and couldn't figure it out. no. i am pretty good at tests, especially SAT-like tests (::cough PSAT ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1107301681577326132005-02-01T16:55:00.000-06:002005-02-01T17:48:01.576-06:00i finally finished one hudred years of solitude. it's all i have managed to accomplish during this sickness. bleh.
well, if you count fever dreams as accomplishments, i have many.
this morning i woke up with the phrase "dolls and ghosts of every junction, show yourselves and tell your function" echoing in my head. it was the phrase my father yelled in the haunted cottage my extended family ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1107204523866131322005-01-31T14:16:00.000-06:002005-01-31T14:48:43.866-06:00i have the flu, and so does colette. we are achy and whiny together. i have learned many a new thing during this long period of confusion.
the first thing is that when people say they have the flu they are usually lying. it's not a virus that makes you throw up, unless you are a very small child. or you cough so much you vomit, i suppose. it's actually like a horrible cold where you want to cry ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1107060355911288852005-01-29T22:36:00.000-06:002005-01-29T22:45:55.913-06:00my parents can be ignorant. i say this because my father and my sister went to see a series of unfourtunate events soon after justin died. they decided that it would emotionally scar me, and i had to wait before seeing it.
flash forward to today. my mother rents "the hours," and tells me she thinks we should watch it. she doesn't know what it'a about.
for those of you who haven't seen it, it isameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1106795714185171402005-01-26T21:10:00.000-06:002005-01-26T21:15:14.186-06:00"if left to my own devices, i would dance like a robot"
i found the most amazing song today. it'll change your life, i promise you. it's called "underwear goes inside the pants" and it's by lazyboy. most likely everyone in the world has heard it, but i found it today and it makes me happy.
other things that make me happy:
"once there was a sheep. two sheep. then they died" ~colette
"things not ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1106708251835114212005-01-25T20:08:00.000-06:002005-01-25T20:57:31.836-06:00the semester begins.
you may not remember this book, but it was awesome. you also may not know why i mention that now, but read further and you will.
my classes aren't terrible (that's good!), but they're not awesome (that's bad). i have two classes and lunch with alex (that's good!), whereas we had no classes last semester (that's bad). and all my colette classes have stayed (that's good!). ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1106452438324008852005-01-22T21:46:00.000-06:002005-01-22T21:53:58.323-06:00i saw my bro david today. and it was awesome. hadn't seen him in... well i'd say 6 months at least. i'd kinda forgotten how much i miss him. ::sigh::
why does everyone have to go away? (i'm aware of the hypocritical nature of this statement, as i plan on running to enlgand after i graduate. but still).
anway, we watched saved and he pointed out some... little details i guess. thanks david. we ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1106253989828654442005-01-20T14:39:00.000-06:002005-01-20T14:46:29.830-06:00"your mom goes to college"
finals are over. i am so glad. all but one of my classes had a final and i was so stressed.
to top that off, i broke my thumb yesterday. my right (writing...) thumb. and two of my tests today were essay tests. ::groan:: but my teachers were nice and let me type them instead of using this chicken scratch i invented, using the pen between my first and middle fingers.
howameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1105858821679315812005-01-16T01:17:00.000-06:002005-01-16T01:00:21.680-06:00in which i explain my world.
so, it's after midnight. and i'm awake and very very mealoncholy.
mostly because i realized i have drifted away from the majority of my friends (or am currently drifting). i think it's mostly because i don't live in slp, and now that everyone and their brother has a license, i'm kind of out of the loop.
but it's also because i'm dating andy and everyone i used to ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1105807235751754402005-01-15T10:31:00.000-06:002005-01-15T10:40:35.750-06:00i've been trying to get up the energy to write a blog for the past couple of days, but it just hasn't happened. i have nothing to write about. i would write about how much i miss justin, but that is slowly subsiding as i am forced to shove it into the back of my mind to pass my finals next week, and because no one i know understands how sad i am, and seems to disapprove when i'm not happy. so ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1105251224512231582005-01-08T23:19:00.000-06:002005-01-09T00:13:44.513-06:00i walked for so many hours at the mall today. i bought nothing. i just walked. my parents have decided that my depression will go away if i a) am exposed to full spectrum light from 6 am to 6:30 b) drink st. john's wart tea every evening c) drink distilled flower essences every morning an evening and d) get exercise three times a week.
these things have made a difference, but i decided i didn't ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1104807751409580402005-01-03T20:43:00.000-06:002005-01-03T21:03:25.706-06:00well, i'm officially regestered for normandale now. and it took long enough. i guess i'm taking design there, which is the best class for me, as far as subject material, but it starts at 3, and it takes like 30 minutes for me to get from school to the college.
either i'll always be late, or i'll be skipping school a lot.
that's basically all that happened today, although i did find out i'm ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1104716352647402872005-01-02T19:26:00.000-06:002005-01-02T19:39:12.646-06:00today, i fainted. it was ever so exciting. i think it may be linked to my sadness (excuse me, depression) or something. but i went to the ER and confused them. they didn't know why i'd have fainted. but they did lots of nice tests. i got some more blood taken. apparently, my electrolites are ok, and so is my hemoglobin (which they tested for i think the 4th time this month. they just can't take aameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1104612016040414582005-01-01T13:22:00.000-06:002005-01-01T14:40:16.040-06:00it is 2005. another year of my life, gone. but luckily, it wasn't my last year of life.
sorry, not going to get depressing.
following alex's example, i'm going to make a list of the best things about 2004.
-thespian banquet, greg ordering tea
-getting david's senior will (i still sleep in that shirt...)
-pep band with dylan and the other boys (.)
-making a kid think i like him by waving at ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1104450772548649182004-12-30T17:38:00.000-06:002004-12-30T17:52:52.546-06:00today was a strange day. i got plenty of sleep last night, for the first time in weeeks. ahh. but it did make the day feel really short and strange. this was augmented by the fact it was overcast.
i wrote in my journal for an hour or so, about justin and guilt and buddhism. it was nice getting some of that off of my chest.
i've been plugged in to my iPod all day, and i think i can safely say itameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1104281700137849882004-12-28T18:44:00.000-06:002004-12-28T18:55:00.136-06:00dear persons who found my blog by searching for "justin blomquist,"
thanks for visiting me. i appreciate it. i think google has crawled through recently, so that's how you got here. i'm assuming you were looking for the justin blomquist i know, because you've been spending time here. so, i have a favor to ask of you. if you have something to add to what i've said, or you've written a blog or theameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1104006341744258032004-12-25T13:43:00.000-06:002004-12-25T14:25:41.743-06:00a big thank you to everyone who has helped me the past week or so. i'm really grateful for all your support and kind words. i'm still not sleeping, i'm still not eating (except when reminded... it's the remembering that's hard), but i've only been crying every couple of days. in other words, i'm doing better. but i'm not "over it" yet.
i wish he could have seen one more christmas, and i wish he ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1103585236608973612004-12-20T14:23:00.000-06:002004-12-20T17:27:16.606-06:00i haven't cried yet today, so i think that is positive. i've been crying for so many days, i think i may have worn out my tear ducts.
the funeral and visitation was saturday, and it was hard. seeing justin in that casket looking so unbelievably dead. i wanted to cry so hard. and cry i did, during the service.
the minister from my church officiated, because justin was really part of our religion ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1103160230820198572004-12-15T17:46:00.000-06:002004-12-15T19:23:50.820-06:00In Memoriam
Justin Blomquist
1988-2004
I first met Justin September 2001, when he joined my church. And I fell immediately in love with him. How can I say this? Well, right now I am holding: four photographs of him (some I cut the rest of the photo off and just kept him), a notebook where I wrote him a letter and a cigar box full of everything that reminded me of him. On of the items in it is a ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1102980197989175572004-12-13T17:06:00.000-06:002005-08-16T20:36:31.446-05:00christmas break is close enough to touch (almost..) and i am sooo excited. i had to do so much catch up work yesterday, and i'm still not done. plus we got back a psych test that i bombed. urgh. i feel like someone has sucked my life out of me (crazy soul stealing vampires, tsk). i want to sleep until the world disapears or i turn 18, whichever comes first. i'm terrified of going onto ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1102903414371322622004-12-12T19:58:00.000-06:002004-12-12T20:03:34.370-06:00three days of school in 6.5 hours! i rock the world!
andy has unkindly pointed out that we didn't DO much in those three days, but still, i am proud of myself.
i mean, if you could do 10 hours of school and then get christmas break, i bet you'd do it.
wouldn't you?ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1102712399657920032004-12-10T14:50:00.000-06:002004-12-10T14:59:59.656-06:00i had a nice visit with el doctor again today. i definitely don't have mono. (yes, you read that right). and i don't have hepatitis. and my white blood cells are normal, so i don't have a disease or virus that causes your white blood cell counts to go up. i am not pregnant. etc., etc., etc. basically, they know what i DON'T have, but nothing points to anything i DO have.
the doctor wants to put ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1102541676462316432004-12-08T15:27:00.000-06:002004-12-08T15:34:36.463-06:00a nice school-less day. i slept til 10, which gave me a total of 14 hours of sleep. ahhhh. sadly, however, when i'm not at school sicknesses tend to catch up with me. so today i woke up nauseous and without a voice. plus exhaustion and lack of appetite. joy.
i played with html for a while, read more of stanger in a strange land, and avoided homework. i think i shall go do more of the same. ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1102460430588434312004-12-07T16:49:00.001-06:002004-12-07T17:00:30.586-06:00chilly day, tired amelia. school is so icky, why do i have to go? especially bio, i hate bio. well, not bio as much as fruit flies. i am ill and tired and i don't want to get up at 6 am and kill off the extra flies. luckily, i don't have to! because andy is my boyfriend and is doing it for me. rock!
i was in a really bitchy mood today because i should have been home asleep and i wasn't, but the ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1102290054759109632004-12-05T17:38:00.000-06:002004-12-05T17:40:54.760-06:00i feel a little airy still. my eyes are always heavy, and i can feel my grades dropping because i just don't have the will to do anything. even eat. but my parents won't accept the "mono made me do it" excuse about homework or food, so i must plod on.
ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1101956548247940602004-12-01T20:32:00.000-06:002004-12-01T21:02:28.246-06:00a strange day. i felt a little above it all, like i was god or satan or i don't know who, but not connected to the rest. i don't really remember doing my IOP, but it's done. and it hasn't really hit me that i'm not on crew yet.
but! i'm not on drugs. (this is for the benifit of my parents, who, if they ever found this, would take it to be a statement of my drug use. note: i do not do drugs. i amameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907232.post-1101611133471937402004-11-27T20:58:00.000-06:002004-11-27T21:05:33.470-06:00a nice humdrum day of ballet and homework. i was a little on edge the whole day and my parents picked up on it. that's never happened before. i could be having THE worst day and they'll be just oblivious. but for some reason my mood today was more visable or something.
i worked a little on my monologue this evening cause i didn't want to really work. i have a 1% chance of getting into the play, ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952743854936340827noreply@blogger.com0