v6: daffodil

Sunday, November 30, 2003 - 10:40 p.m.:

I didn't do any schoolwork this weekend. None in the least. At least, so far. Who knows what I'll do between now and the time I go to bed in maybe 20 minutes. Probably mess around on the computer more, but you never know. I didn't even practice my clarinet! I'm horrible. I forgive myself, though, and that's the only thing that matters.

Lemme just get this out of the way: Ohmigosh! Did you see Days on Friday?! Okay, I was kind of... previously aware of what was going to happen (dang irresistable spoilers) but... okay, here's what went down: Cassie, that delightful girl, saw some dip spill from its bowl at Caroline's wake on Thursday and somehow realised who the Salem Stalker him/herself was. For some other reason, she decided to sleep on that piece of information. So the next morning (Thanksgiving day) she set out to tell someone. She first tried to contact her twin brother, but that fell through. She probably tried him before the PD because the Salem police are a bunch of inept idiots that also happen to have huge personal biases towards most of the town. Oh well, though.

This is taking too long so I'll fast forward a bit. She was making her way to the police station, but suddenly, she was gone. The police commander put out an APB and went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. Then everyone stopped to look at the traditional Thanksgiving turkey pinata event (I know, I was confused too) that was taking place in the town square. If I hadn't known what was going to happen, I would have been totally like "They wouldn't..." but they so did! A couple of kids whacked that pinata, and then out Cassie's bloody (and I mean bloody) body tumbled. Really really bloody. I'll see if I can find a screencap.

Yeah, that's pretty bad quality. I hope whoever took it doesn't come after me.

Did I say I was just going to get the DOOL stuff "out of the way"? Sorry, it's bedtime for me. On an ending note, someone visited this site like ten times today. What's up with that?

Saturday, November 22, 2003 - 11:09 p.m.:

You know what I haven't done in a while? A good old-fashioned themed post. So, without furthur ado, I present a bunch of really cool people. I know, the theme is pretty weak, and also I've only spent a few hours racking my brain for cool people and a few of them aren't even people. It's an ongoing feature. What am I rambling about, you're going to read it anyway.

The Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers - these guys were my first real obsession, I think. To this day, I can still hear the cheesy rock theme music, the transformation mantra things, and even the names of most of the actors. These aren't the original Rangers, but they're still cool.

Amy Jo Johnson and Thuy Trang as Kimberly and Trini - I know Kim's last name was Hart, but I forget Trini's. Oh well. These two were basically what I saw teenaged girls as when I was six. I had to put this in because Trini was my favourite, and even though I liked her replacement, Aisha, it just wasn't the same without her grasshopper marital arts style and levelheadedness that only a token multicultural character could bring.

Ernie and Bert - what great times. I can see this very sketch in my head... Ernie plucking Bert's nose off... that was priceless, every time.

Candace Cameron and Jodie Sweetin as DJ and Stephanie Tanner - okay, first, shut up. I totally grew up watching this show... as I did with many others, but that's beside the point. I liked them when they were young and had unstraightened hair. Stephanie was so cute! She was the coolest.

Ghostwriter - Am I right in saying that this show rocked majorly? I think I am. They look so young here. Backwards caps... it's bringing back memories of day-glo shirts, scrunch-down socks... and the slap bracelets! Oh, the banned slap bracelets. And the beginning of the Internet... remember Jamal dialling into (probably Telnetting... if you tried that now you'd be so shot down) the school computer and looking at marks with his new modem? Ghostwriter is worth it just for the memories.

Kim and Jerry Brodey - I realize that these guys look a bit creepy, but they are. Hats On, Hats Off was, like I have previously said, probably the best children's video of 1986. I'm not going to go into it here, but borrow it from the library and see for yourself. It really is amazing. I must have watched it at least once a month for about 3 years, starting from when I was 2 or 3.

Araneus cavaticus - aka the big spider behind my house. It caused such an internal uproar for me that I had to include it here. If it was a female, I hereby name it Charlotte. Yeah... I bet I'll get a whole bunch of visits off of search engines just from this. That's what happened last time.

Sailor Saturn, or Tomoe Hotaru in civilian form - I had to include at least one anime thing. Saturn seemed the obvious choice, after my pretty long obsession with her. Sailor Moon is the only reason I starting honing my web design skills, (surprisingly, though, not the reason I started web designing - that was Tamagotchi, way back when I was nine years old) and I doubt this little feature would be here if not for my unfounded enthusiasm for all things Sailormoon.

Karma Chameleon (in paper towel-roll vehicle form) - Yeah... I just found this pic in my old files, and thought I'd throw it in. It's neither a person nor anything that has to do with my personal development. I guess it reflects my penchant for getting Culture Club songs stuck in my head and them naming things after them.

Alison Sweeney and Bryan Dattilo as Samantha Brady and Lucas Roberts - I know, I know... "Who are these people and why do they look so evil?" Well, first of all, they are evil, but in a cool kind of way. Yeah. They're characters from the one, the only, Days of Our Lives. If it wasn't ten to midnight, I'd recount their entire story, and it would take like five pages, but it is ten to midnight. Basically, Sami and Lucas met up ten years ago. They became best friends (awww). They plotted nefariously and unrelentingly to break up their respective older half siblings, Carrie and Austin (boo! hiss! boring goody-goodies). They fell in love along the way (awww). There somehow happened to be two one-night stands within days of each other, with Sami and Lucas and then Sami and Austin. Sami got pregnant, she believed it was Austin's because I guess she had partial amnesia or something, and she, apparently, finally had her man. But of course, it came out that little Will was Lucas's, and they starting hating each other and trying to get sole custody of the little tyke... et cetera, et cetera... and now they are finally moving past the denial. It's soap history in the making, I tell you. And oh yeah, Alison Sweeney and Bryan Dattilo are amazing actors.

Alison Sweeney - There's another picture of her because she's so pretty.

Okay, next time I won't write up my big feature at midnight. Sorry if this was disappointing... it sure was to me.

Tuesday, November 18, 2003 - 10:09 p.m.:

For some reason, I've had this really strong feeling that there's nothing left to do for the past couple of weeks. After the botched presentations, I was all relaxed and happy, but then I just got bored. And I've fallen into a groove of neglecting homework until the last minute and shrugging off pretty much anything to do with school... I barely even listen in class anymore. It's a wonder I'm actually passing. That's such a strange thing, coming out of me, but really, I've been super-slacking. More than usual. Before I'd slack off and get a ninety average. Now, it's... lower. Actually, I'm not sure what it is, but it's lower. I got all Gs on my interim, though. :)

And then again, I'm doing more work than everyone else. Example 1 - I was one of the three students in my English class who handed in a collage assignment on the due date last Friday. And Example 2 - I was miraculously the only one in the second clarinets, apparently, who practiced anything before Monday's rehearsal. I think. It's not a good thing, because I never play out, so I don't get any credit anyway.

Yet even as we speak (I'm talking to you, so shut up), there is homework sitting in my binders and an early wake-up for tomorrow that I will surely sleep through but still somehow get there on time. Seriously, I was at the bus station seven minutes before class started today (I had to get on the bus that sat there for fifteen minutes) and I still got there with minutes to spare. My luck is absolutely amazing. I wonder what I can do not to jinx it. Just by saying that, I probably jinxed it. Oh well.

Oh yeah, I have to fill the DOOL quota. Caroline (although they sometimes call her Carolyn, so maybe I'll call her that sometimes too) died and it would have been so cool, but Bo had to cut in with "NOOOO!!!!" in that cheezy soap opera way. And you know what? John is a miserable insensitive jerk of a stepfather. I thought it was bad of Jen to ask her little brother if he killed his Aunt, but John... Okay, he walked up behind Sami and told her that her grandmother was dead. It was a little tactless, but excusable. Sami cries often, so it's understandable that she starts crying. Then he proceeds to tell her - the woman he raised as his own daughter - to a) get a grip, b) calm down, because everyone is sad too, c) that she was putting on a good performance and d) that he would drag her down to the police station and have her handcuffed to a desk and interrogated. And that's not even half of it. Yes, his stepdaughter, whom he once believed was his biological daughter and whom he raised, often by his lonesome. Something very strange happened to that man... like demonic possession. The sad part is I don't put it past him.

Monday, November 10, 2003 - 10:03 p.m.:

English presentation = more botched than I thought it would be. Turns out my partner "didn't know" (grrr...) that the presentation was today, and left all of her notes and my video at home. So I didn't get to show any of the hilarious Judaai, starring Sridevi and some other guys. Sridevi is cool because she's Sri Lankan. And oh yeah, she's a good actress. I managed to stretch out its synopsis to about 20 minutes, so it's okay, I guess. We also managed to waste five minutes looking for a clip in Daman.

Anyway... religion presentation went all right. There was actually another group that did the Zoroastrian Fire Temple as well, but they sucked so I'm happy. I mean, their temple was a orange styrofoam-y box with some construction paper arches painted on. It had none of the architectural beauty of our foam-core board/clay brick covered Fire Temple with a fire made out of red, orange and yellow feathers. And I knew that it was built in Armenia. And made with basalt. And that basalt is a mineral found on the ocean floor that is very dark and dense. And I know that bragging is among the most enjoyable activities there are.

You know what? This morning was a horrible morning. I woke up 20 minutes late despite going to bed... not excessively late. And then, even while making a conscious effort to leave the house early, I left 10 minutes late. And I had to lug like 20 pounds of books on my back, and you know, it's hard to keep up a good posture so you look like the beautiful person that you are ( :D ) when you have 20 pounds of books on your back. And one in your arms. And my wool coat was all itchy on my neck, and I started sweating bullets on the bus because I had to run to catch it. With 20 pounds of books on my back. I think I must have looked pretty stupid.

I think I've earned it to write about Days for at least a couple of paragraphs. Maggie dies today... it was horrible. Maggie's everyone's favourite aunt. Including mine. Seriously, I've known these Days characters longer than I've known most of my extended family. Anyway, it might not have been too sad, except Lucas was there, and he was crying. Bryan Datillo (the actor who plays Lucas) must be the most underrated actor... ever. There was this eerie intensity throughout all of his scenes after he found out Maggie died. And I take back anything nice I ever said about Jen... you don't ask your little brother if he killed his favourite aunt, who was also his AA sponsor and confidante. Jen's a terrible sister.

And then poor Lucas had to go home and find out that his mother was a hooker for an evil guy a long time ago. And that consequently, he might not really be part of his family - the family that he found only ten years ago. That had to be high-ranking on the bad-day scale. And now he's going to fall off the wagon, you just know he is. Don't worry, Lucas, Sami will comfort you... I hope.

Oh yeah, Miller won the election. I guess it's okay, I wasn't really following the platforms this time. Norm Kelly won for councillor... boo. That guy sucks. McBrearty should have won. Or Ramjeet... either one, really. Anyone would be better than crazy old Norm Kelly.