Sunday, May 11, 2003 - 11:20 a.m.:
I'm working on the new layout right now, so I'm fixing colours and stuff so if the colours here start to go weird then that's why.
Quick appendix: everyone should go here and educate themselves. There are too many people that are ignorant of this important information.
Soooooo bored... I've been on the computer since 6, which I don't usually do anymore. I've been listening to my crazy mp3s the whole time. I took an hour off, of course, to watch Star Trek, though. It was the one when Riker had the infection and something about endorphins... stupid clip shows.
All the homework that I left until last night got done! Well, most of it. I'm proud of myself. I did my Civics presentation, and it was kind of okay. Like most of my presentations. Eh, it's just Civics.
I did my glider car. It looks so cheap. I was going to upload a picture of it, but portland is being weird and not letting me in. And portland.co.uk itself doesn't work, but everything else does. Hmph, I wanted to show everyone my paper towel roll car. I named it Karma Chameleon, and I don't really know why except that it was stuck in my head at the moment. And "karma" has "car" in it... I just thought of that... yeah.
I did not, however, do the writeup for the glider car. I don't know why, but in my agenda I had only the design and car due for today. Blegh. I did the design at lunch and in English.
I did my English fable! It was about two mice, and one waas always anxious and one was always laid-back, and they chastise each other, and then they both die. Don't worry, I think we were encouraged to use death in our fables. I think. It was originally a satirical look at SARS, but when I added the laid-back mouse, he annoyed me so much that I had to kill him off, so now it's a satire of the extremes of human nature. I called it "The Two Mice."
In English, we watched some cool Rowan Atkinson skits. He's funny. But she said there would be Blackadder, and there was no Blackadder! What's up with that?
In front of me on the table are two books. The one on top is called "The Encyclopedia of Psychoactive Drugs - Heroin: The Street Narcotic." The other one is called "Universal Foam: from cappucino to the cosmos." My sister disturbs me sometimes.
I was hiding here in the basement because we have company, but I think they're gone now.
It's lightninging and thundering.
I have so much homework and I'm really making this hard on myself by procrastinating. I blame everyone around me for not making me do work.
I think the lights just flickered. Good thing this laptop is running on a battery. It would be even better if I was doing work worthy of the laptop battery.
Aawww... it's the end of the Wizard of Oz and Dorothy is crying... dang, I missed CSI.
I have been "working" on my science lab since 1 o'clock. Now I'm trying to explain a weird anomaly in my results. Stupid bent track. Beginning physics is super boring.
I am so bored. I mowed the front lawn yesterday... that was why I had to kill all the weeds. I like mowing. It's therapeutic, in a way. So I want to mow the backyard, but I can't until I finish my homework, which I can't finish because I hate it.
Why are they watching Who's The Boss? For goodness' sake, stop watching Who's The Boss! Tony Danza is not funny. And Judith Light... don't get me started on her. I've had a vendetta against her since I learned that Who's The Boss was on every day before Full House. I used to love Full House. Stephanie was my idol. She was so much cooler than DJ and Michelle. Especially Michelle.
April showers bring May flowers my foot. April showers bring dandelions that threaten revolution in your lawn. I can't just blame May, though... I haven't even seen certain parts of my lawn since last summer. But still, these were monstrous, almost a foot in diameter dandelions. Stupid colonists that wanted dandelion leaves in their salad. There were also these weird weeds that were pretty big and they were hairy and a little thorny and, thankfully, came out in one piece.
Pulling out dandelions by hand is among the worst ways to spend time. I bet professional gardeners never have to do it. I bet they don't do any weeding. Hmph.
After a while, I got tired of pulling out the stupid things and I wasn't really doing much, since I was basically just pulling off the leaves. And there were a lot of worms and I got grossed out, so I got the Killex. That's a very effective name for a herbicide. It doesn't skirt around the issue, or glamourize it or anything. It's just Killex. I got kind of nozzle happy with the Killex. It's so satisfying to spray dandelions. You can even talk to them, and act like the spray bottle is a gun.
Yesterday, I did possibly the most stupid thing I've ever done in my life.
It started when I began to dry my hair, after washing it. I was leisurely combing and it was almost dry, and I decided, for some reason that still escapes me, that I had to roll my hair up in a round hairbrush, as if it was a hair curler. Uh huh.
As you can probably guess, it was hopefully tangled. Now, at this point, I could have gone to my mother, who is the master detangler. But no... I had to decide (again with the deciding... I'm never making a decision again) that it was hopeless, and I very spontaneously picked up a pair of scissors and cut it off.
That's right.
It was a pretty big chunk of hair, too. So now there was a veritable hole in my hair. I don't remember why, but I still believed at that point that the situation could be salvaged, somehow. I realised that a big hole in the back of my hair would be a little unsightly, so I went to my mother. (Sure, now I go to my mother... stupid me)
My mother was horrified and cut the rest of my hair off so it was even.
And now my hair, which previously reached my hips, is just past my shoulders. My hair has not been anywhere above the small of my back since about grade six... it hasn't been this short since grade three. I feel odd.
I don't have anything else to say. I haven't thought about anything else. Oh, wait, I watched Star Wars yesterday. That was fun.
It better grow back.
My relative orthodontic luck has run out... relatively. I now sport elastics... in the front of my mouth. Well, near the front. Very visible, at least. My gums are sore.
I told myself I'd actually do my homewrk this week, and I have done nothing so far. I haven't even done anything that isn't homework that's worth doing. I've played computer games and watched TV, basically. And laquered my fingernails. I love painting stuff, especially my nails, but I don't like the way it looks. And I don't put it on very well either. My right hand usually comes out horribly. If I could, I'd be perpetually putting it on and taking it off.
Stupid Colin Byrne the associate broker hasn't replied to my e-mail yet and he's asking for a lawsuit. One more ad with our house in it and he's really going to get it.
I left my math book at school so I could take home my history book to study for this history test that's supposed to happen. I didn't even know we had learned anything, so I thought I had better know something before going into the test. You probably think I'm slacking off in history, but ask anyone taking the course... literally, nobody has learned anything since the exams in January. It's pathetic. Even the really academic people will admit that nothing has been taught. The extent of our learning so far this term has been whatever we absorbed flipping through our textbooks during class out of boredom.
I cut some daffodils and these other bulb flowers - I don't know what they're called, but they're purple and have lots of little upside-down flowers in a cone-like shape - from the garden and put them in a vase. They're pretty. I like daffodils. Maybe I'll feature them in the next layout, if they don't wilt before I can photograph them.
What would you do if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me? I AM BORED AND I HATE SCHOOL.
I'm very surprised at myself for even straying from Word. But I shouldn't be. See, part of a major Civics project was due today, but in my apathy, I entirely forgot... was due today. Thankfully, if I hand it in tomorrow, there will be no harm done. And I better hand it in tomorrow, because my Civics teacher is my Music teacher and I have Music tomorrow.
This bad habit has been plaguing me for some time... especially on weekends, I don't do any homework except for stuff that's routine, like math or practising for music. I write everything down in my agenda, and never read it. It's the worst on holidays, as I think I said before. I usually forget homework for science, french, civics(/careers when I had it), and computers. Not English, for some reason. This is beginning to disturb me.
This is very sad. I've been sitting here, at the dining table with the laptop, for about four and a half hours now. I've been trying to finish a 100-150 word thing for about an hour.
Everyone in my family eats really loud... the chewing and the lip-smacking, and so on. It's really gross. But I'm not gonna, like, tell them. How would one do that, anyway? I was covering my ears when my dad was eating something, and then he noticed (finally... I've been covering my ears when he eats for ages) and I wouldn't tell him why and he got angry. Maybe I should buy earplugs. The invisible kind. There are invisible earplugs, right?
15 minutes I've been pondering existence in this text box. 15 minutes that could have been used to outline my advocacy plan. I need better time management. And a new brain, mine's defective or something.
And it's over... we are all feeling sobered (not literally, you heathens) as our beloved Maple Leafs are kicked out of the playoffs. And they lost very badly at that... 6-1? what is that? Oh well.
I finished Planet of the Apes. It was ruined for me in two ways: a) as Planet of the Apes has been parodied and retold hundreds of times, I don't know if there's anyone who doesn't know the ending and b) I read the last page when I was partway through the book, as I have a bad habit of doing. In case you didn't know, there's another little surprise after the major surprise. I managed to write all that without giving anything away. How about that?
The rain made all the lawns green and good again. It's supposed to be snowing right now, but I haven't looked outside... okay, I looked outside and there's no snow or rain and everything's dry. Stupid lying meteorologists. I want to be a meteorologist so I can show up all those stupid meteorologists. And maybe I can be on a morning news show and throw a few zingers at the anchors, most likely concerning a) their attire, perhaps on a day of novelty costumes such as Hallowe'en or b) the weather. But my zingers would be good zingers, not zingers that make you cringe. That would be fun.
Sadly, the wonder of the five-day weekend is coming to an end. Yesterday was a lot of fun. It was like summer. Today is like summer too, but I haven't gone outside. Star Trek is on and Riker's making an omelette. Wicked.
My dad came home early. Apparently, someone has stolen the rearview mirror of the minivan. Creepy. Thank goodness for anti-startup devices.
I should do homework of practice my clarinet or read something, but as always, it's not going to happen. I do less homework on long weekends and holidays than normal weekends. How about that.
I'm bored and it's so hot I've almost broken a sweat. Blegh. The weather pixie thingy wears some pretty strange things. I went through my clothes for stuff to give to charity... About half the stuff in the bureau. The clothes I actually wear are draped over the end of my bed. I have a lot of jeans from about five years ago, but not less than five years or more than five years.
Colin Byrne better reply to my letter very soon... or he'll receive another "passionate" call.
It's astonishing how many people still visit my site through a search engine with the keywords "how to pronounce kazaa." Just for the record, as any educated person knows, it's with the same emphasis as when Mr. Burns says "huzzah" or the word "bizarre." People who say Ka-zaa just seem inherently illiterate to me. Yes, that's right, you seem inherently illiterate to me. You can't put the emphasis on the wrong syllable (don't start) and expect people... okay, me to take you seriously.
Whoo, I'm having fun today. Colin Byrne the associate broker put a picture of my house in his ad for the second time, so I e-mailed him. Saja's call to his secretary was a little more passionate, but I think my polite language and way of degrading him without insult is more effective. You see my e-mail below:
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Dear Mr. Byrne,
My name is Kala (I HAVE NO LAST NAME). I am e-mailing to ask you why you have, for the second time, put a picture of my house in your advertisement. I believe your secretary received a call about it the first time. My house has not been for sale for 15 years, and for considerably less than you have advertised it being sold for. Not only do I believe this to be false advertising, but I do not appreciate this unwarranted use of my home. I, and my family, would appreciate it if you discontinued your use of the photo of my house in your advertisements. I assume this to be an error, but still, it should not have happened twice. I look forward to your response.
-Kala (I HAVE NO LAST NAME) |
Nice, huh? I think it's wicked. Wicked good.
I just stopped bagging/bundling/..."binning" the stupid branches of the bushes and the things. It was excessively painful... but I am happy in my knowledge that I'm the only kid in my house that cares. Stupid lethal rosebush. And stupid huge burning bushes that we haven't pruned for five odd years. Yeah, burning bushes. They're really cool. They look like normal bushes but in the fall they turn fiery red. And the religious thing just adds to the coolness. I wonder if it's blasphemous or something to prune burning bushes.
Boo... there are only three more days of holiday, including this one. I so wasted Thursday and Friday.
I signed up to volunteer at the Daily Bread Food Bank, really spur-of-the-momently. The cool thing is, there's no selection process or anything. You just sign up once, over the Internet even, for a day of volunteering. How efficient. But now I have to go all the way to Etobicoke...
Just struck me I've never actually been to Etobicoke. Hm.
It's interesting that they're having the Leafs/Flyers game now, and not at 7:30ish as they usually do... as my brother put it, now they can go into quintuple overtime and it won't be ungodly late.
I'm debating going back to Neopets, just to have something to do. As I have found out, the Internet isn't actually all that interesting. Cool stuff is very rare. And a lot of people (especially online diary writers who believe they're blogging) use layouts from other people and give no credit. And the swirlies... oh, the swirlies. They're so idiotic, anyone can tell they were stolen. People should learn real design instead of relying on brush sets from Lalaland or whatever.
My hands are scratched and stinging and I think they're starting to swell.
Nnnnnggaaaaaafffaaghhhhhhaaarrrrhhh.
I just spent too long messing with my tagboard. I don't even know why I have that thing. In any case, it now matches with my layout. Sweet. I'm over-obsessive with these things. And now the page is that much larger.
I think my loading time is horrendous. I should stop loading all that junk into the junk column.
It just took about 30 seconds to clear my disk cache. A new record, I think. Except for that time when it froze. I should be clearing it out more often.
I wonder what would happen if you tried to print this page? I'm really bored. Maybe I'll try it.
Five day weekend! They should do this every year. Usually it's only four days. And they should have Rae days again... but not really Rae days. Just the two-week March Break. That was fun.
I have images... digital images. Shut up.
That's from when I woke up at 6:15 (in the morning) and saw the sunrise and since I never wake up early enough to see the sunrise (except in the winter, but usually then I'm eating breakfast or in the bathroom or something) it seemed quite surreal. So I did the only thing I usually do, take a picture. I think the sun looks nicer in that side of the sky.
That's the cat that was sleeping on my deck... at least I think it was sleeping. I thought it was cool, so I took a picture. It's rare for me to get so close to mammals that aren't humans or perhaps squirrels. Anyway, then the cat woke up, saw my brother (who was beside me) and took off. I have a picture of the cat staring at my brother, but meh. I'm a crusader for portland's bandwidth.
I was playing Pokémon Pinball, which I believe is possibly the best Pokémon gameboy game, and I managed to beat the number one score of 500 000 with an astonishing 2 000 000 000. I think it was luck. Especially since my previous high score was about 250 000.
I wasn't aware of this until I read it in my Civics textbook. That is so cool.
Morning are nicer than evenings. There are no people milling around being stupid in the morning. So when I woke up at 6:15 this morning and glanced out the window, I had to get out of bed and get my camera to take a picture of it. Yeah, I know.
This is the earliest I've woken up and stayed up in a long time. At 6:15, it was still quasi-dark... you know, a bit of sunlight, but not much. The last time I woke up to darkness was... well, February, but that doesn't count. What am I rambling about anyway?
As I sit here, in front of the laptop on the dining room table, there is an unopened DVD beside me. Yes, it is Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Everything but possibly the Harry Potter books are so lame, it's scary... but the thought of 19 cut scenes somehow intrigues me. Even the character of Harry Potter is lame... maybe Harry will die in the next book (after Dumbledore tells him that Trelawney predicted his defeat of Voldemort before he was born... you know it's going to happen) and then Ron can be the star, 'cause he's cool. Hermione should go too, she's boring.
You know what happens when I type an apostrophe and then a c (as in 'cause)? This: ç. This keyboard is horrible. Not to mention it's hard to win the expert level of Minesweeper with a touchpad or whatever it's called.
Neutral:
Harmony and balance is key. You don't look at the
world in a negative or positive way and you'll
never judge or assume a situation- you just
look at the facts. People like you are peaceful
and accepting.
What color do you see the world in?
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I must make an amendment. When I was watching DS9 yesterday, I thought it was really stupid, but Worf was supercool. Especially when they were supposed to be psyching out the batter, and he said "Death to the opposition." So I still don't like DS9, but Worf is cool.
Friday is good. Boredom is bad. I was going to go for a bike ride... it's 8:30 now. At least I enjoyed a nice walk home from the bus stop. With 20 pounds of books on my back. They should outlaw that.
A lot of the teenagers in my area are supposed to be quarantined for SARS because the area junior high school and high school are both closed until Tuesday... yet I saw many of them walking around. Near me. Stupid kids. (I call them kids even though many of them are older than I.)
Dang, I'm missing Star Trek. Oh well, I'll catch the one at nine. No sense in jumping in halfway through the show. Thank goodness for TNN and its daily Star Trek, and weekly Star Trek marathons. I'm not a Trekkie.
No, really, I'm not... ask me anything, I probably won't know it. I just watch TNG because the plots are cool. I only watch TNG. I saw some DS9 yesterday. They were playing baseball with Vulcans. Turned me off of DS9 totally, for good this time.
You know what? Everyone that I've met likes Troi. I think she's vapid and useless. They could replace her with a polygraph or something. That would be cool.
"Counselor, what do you think?"
"beep beep beep... ding"
"Hmm... Ready the phasers!"
Hahahaa.
I think I'll play Civilization.
I'm so tired and sleepy. I was taught a long time ago that tired and sleepy are very different things. And I'm angry.
Stupid history wasted my whole evening and I could have been doing some less pointless (in fact, far from pointless) math homework that's easy but takes me a long time because I keep stopping (usually to watch Star Trek, now that I think of it.) Now I have to wake up earlier tomorrow or something. I hate history.
Well, I was worried about the English presentation (as it was a borderline-major presentation and we had prepared very little for it) but we did it because the topics were written on the paper in that certain order. And it didn't go over too well... and I messed it up with my lack of ability to improvise. Or talk coherently. I think I have a lisp.
Saja, being the destructive and offensive character that she is, dumped cola on me at lunch (I'm thinking on purpose) so I grabbed her orange juice and made to squeeze it on her, but the stupid juice got on my hands and went into the papercut I had gotten in the morning and it really stung. Stupid Saja.
Okay, scroll down in the other column... see the weather thing? Isn't that cool? Now you can always see why I'm in any certain mood. That "pixie" was the closest racially to me. And her hair is plaited, so it's automatically me. I don't wear leather-type jackets and jeans with... I think those are oranges on them.
This page is cluttered. Really cluttered... it's against everything I ever learned about web design. When the navigation section is longer than the content section, then there's a problem. It's just well hidden. I like that. It's like a lot of my things, like my room... well, my house in general.
this is not snow.
That's the weirdest snow I've ever seen. It's all granulated... it looks like something that isn't snow. And it's all frozen and you can't shovel it without an icepick or something. This big branch that was on the ground before the snow is now frozen into the ground. Literally. I couldn't budge it.
No, I didn't take my precious camera outside. Not that that would be much of a stretch... Yes, I brought a handful of "snow" inside the house. Stupid snow.
Ah, but not stupid, because obviously I am not at school and I should be. And I don't have to experience the stupid English presentation, which I was thoroughly unprepared for. However, I cannot bring home my clarinet for the weekend, which is sad because 1) Playing test on Monday, 2) Practice log due Monday, and 3) Sectionals on Monday. I hate Monday. "Monday's child is fair of face"... I bet Monday's child had plastic surgery.
Our Civics assignment (which I did, even though it's due today and I knew I wouldn't be going to school ^.~) was a petition, and two letters. My petition is glorious. At the top, in elegant small caps, "To the House of Commoms in Parliament Assembled"... the book said to write something stupid like "A petition to the House of Commons", but come on. "To the House of Commons in Parliament Assembled" sounds so much better. Millions of times better.
blarg.... now I'm bored. Oh yeah, my sister (who's taken to being all invasive-of-privacy and reading this) says that it's accent aigout, not agout. I looked it up, and it's aigu. Perhaps that's what she said and I didn't listen to her finish, but too bad. She was wrong.
Dang stupid website... I was checking some of the other member pages to see how bad they were compared to mine, and one of them crashed my browser. Idiot. Now I have to type this stupid thing again because I was trying to make a point or something, but now I don't remember.
Let's see... basically, I'm tired at 11:00 and that's sad because I'm a teenager, I don't want to go to school tomorrow and I will do everything in my power to stay at home because home is a heck of a lot better than school, Spirited Away looks like it sucks, I want to see Bend it Like Beckham but I don't remember why, and there was something else...
So an hour ago, I was lying on my parent's bed, doing pushups or something because I was really bored, and then I decided the situation merited me doing a bridge (ugh, gymnastics) so I did and while I was staring out the window upside-down, I saw these crazy clouds. Really crazy.
I bet you've never seen clouds like this: (well, maybe you have)
My computer is making strange sounds at me... from the computer, not the speakers. Like a 1980s videogame or something. Maybe it's going to blow up.
Anyway, I think - wait, I know that a lot of people are raving idiots who think they are geniuses, but it's getting worse. There was this girl driving an SUV (not just a car) and she was using a cellphone, but the worst part is she honked at a guy in front of her who was waiting for some people to finish crossing the road. And then another person in an SUV with a cellphone nearly killed me while I was crossing at the same intersection. And there were some raving idiot kids who raced across the road when it was a flashing green light, (I mean raced, literally... they were racing each other) and they nearly got killed too. But that was their fault. But then, this is the third worst intersection in the city. And it's SARS-ridden too.
No, it isn't, really. But I was born in the hospital where it all started, at least in this city. And you can't catch SARS from reading websites written by people who live in areas where a few people have SARS. It's true.
You know what's fun? Pretending you're a competent poet. And coming up with things like "Auroral Discovery." I mean really, "Auroral Discovery"? That's the worst thing I've ever heard. And yet, I'm handing it in with my name on it.
I don't like this stupid thing on the laptop... there are a lot of shortcuts for making accented characters, but they use keystrokes that are very common, at least for me. For example, if you want an accent agout (I don't know what it's called in English) you type a normal apostrophe and then the letter you want the accent on. Iy works like this for a lot of keys. So say you want to type "you ne'er-do-well little heathen", so you type it, but you get ˙ou neér-do-well little heathen". It's annoying.
I gotta go practice my clarinet. I'm better than Squidward. He always squeaks.
