sugarbuzz v5: primola

Saturday, March 29, 2003 - 06:58 p.m.:

Grrrrrhhh.... I have to get my name on all the high scores on this computer! It's imperative for my life.

Saturday, March 29, 2003 - 12:33 p.m.:

Last night, there was a centipede on the ceiling over the big pile of clothes on my bed.... Don't they know that if they come into my bedroom, they die by poison? I've said it before: any creature with neither two nor four legs does not belong in my house, especially my room. Or the bathroom. Except maybe spiders... are centipedes insects? I've read that they're arthropods, like spiders. I read too much. Especially about bugs.

Anyway, spring is here and spring is good. But whoever controls the weather is playing a cruel trick on me... good weather during the week and rain on the weekend. I'll show you! I'll laze around my house and play old gameboy (both real gameboy and emulator) games and Civilization: Call to Power. I think I'm the only person I know that actually owns the original Tetris for Gameboy (as it says, published in 1987)... and an original Gameboy, for that matter. The big gray one.

I don't like school anymore because most of the teachers are playing us for fools and giving us stupid irrelevant assignments. Especially History. Our teacher can't even think up his own assignments, he uses the regular history class's ones. There's a reason we're gifted, you know... basically, we don't put up with stupid assignments for a very long time. And what's the use of teaching us about referencing sources in History? Shouldn't we learn that in English or something? Shouldn't I have better things to think about?

I'm such a nerd.

Saturday, March 22, 2003 - 06:57 p.m.:

Which Spice Girl Are You?

Ohmygosh I always knew it.

I am Rapunzel! Find your fairy tale character at kelly.moranweb.com.

I knew that too! I'm so in touch with myself. Actually, while I was washing that huge mop of hair today, I managed to throw out my hip or something. Now I can't put any weight on it.

Turbo: A Power Rangers Movie was on! My brother recorded it. None of my friends agree that the Power Rangers seriously rock. Or use terms like "seriously rock". My friends aren't cool.

This guy is crazy. I think I wrote about this before, but he put a picture of our house in his ad. Unfortunately, our house wasn't for and is not for sale. According to my sister, three of the other houses in the same ad, seemingly by total coincedence, belong to friends of hers (which are not and weren't for sale - at least, they weren't represented by this guy or his company.) Crazy guy. I was going to e-mail him, but I haven't formulated exactly what to write... it's got to be degrading without coming out and insulting him. That's the worst kind of letter to get.

Saturday, March 22, 2003 - 01:14 p.m.:

Yay! Science project is over. We thought our presentation would be too short, but it was really too long... and we didn't get to play the cloud game. Now I have to do English. That's it, I'm coming out and saying it: I don't like English. It's boring and seemingly pointless. And takes too much time. Arms and the Man is funny, though.

I've been playing iSketch for the past half hour... damn me. Oh well. iSketch is a lot cooler if you have a tablet. But for some reason, I never get to draw. Even when there are less than ten people in the game, I can go for entire games at a time without having to draw. But I like drawing... when it's an easy word, like 'basketball' or 'road' or something. Like, 'acrobat' I'm not going to do.

I have recently realised that I am among those people that ask for expensive stuff and never use them. I've got a label maker (actually, I didn't ask for that, but I never use it anyway), a digital camera, a tablet, and a scanner that are collecting dust. Actually, the camera's collecting dust because I don't like it because the auto-focus thing never seems to work for me. And I am severely restricted in where it's safe to take it... e.g. I can't carry it around my neck walking around on the street, taking pictures of random things. Well meh. And the scanner wouldn't be collecting dust if it were plugged in, but that's an old computer and no one except my dad can find the USB port without pulling the computer away from the wall and examining it.

I was playing around on KaZaa last night... I don't know how or why, but anyway. I managed to download all the pieces we're playing in band (Second Suite is hard to find... it seemed like only one person had it, and they kept logging in and out for some reason), and a few concert versions of Star Trek theme songs. The Boston Pops TNG piece is really cool. I hate DS9, (except the one when that thing possessed Keiko's body and made O'Brien do stuff or else she'd kill her. I like the ones with TNG characters in them.) but its theme song is one of my favourites... oh, and the Anne of Green Gables theme. I like that.

Now someone better tell me this or I'll go crazy. Why on Earth does Data wear a yellow uniform? Isn't yellow for support services - e.g. engineering and security? Isn't Data Chief of Science, meaning he should wear the blue uniform? I'm confused... maybe it's because he looks best in the yellow one.

Saturday, March 15, 2003 - 08:28 a.m.:

People are coming to my house and it's really messy. Oh well... too bad for them. And I'm South Asian... it's disgraceful. Meh. (If you didn't get a point out of that, don't worry, I didn't either.)

I transcribed a whole episode of Magic School Bus on Thursday. Took me two hours and fifteen minutes and I nearly drained the laptop batteries. Two hours of pause, rewind, play, and "Did he say ----?" and "Was that ---- talking?" My brother and sister were really bored and angry. More angry, I think. But we were all entertained by where the tape stopped when I paused it. Ralphie has really goofy facial expressions. You probably want to know why I spent a good chunk of time transcribing Magic School Bus. See, I'm not really sure either.

Yesterday, we went to the ROM and we saw some cool stuff. But really, it wasn't as cool as I thought it would be. They gave us "free gifts" when we left, but they turned out to be just some cheap Grand and Toy promo things - "bind a beautiful pocketbook!" It's a folded piece of paper with a stack of paper inside it. You bind it with a stick (that you can put some plastic beads on) and an elastic band. It's like the ugliest thing I've ever seen, even for a free promo.

My teeth hurt. Stupid braces.

Wednesday, March 12, 2003 - 04:18 p.m.:

I love March Break because I don't have to do anything. They said the weekend's going to be ten degrees! Celsius! Oh yeah.

I guess I should start on my homework... I guess... but you know, I could be wrong.

Has anyone seen the Spongebob commercial? The song for it is to the tune of Safety Dance! That's like the best thing... ever. I wouldn't have put the two together. Wait. No, I probably would have. But whoever did that is a genius. A lot better than the people who did those Pop-Tarts commercials. "Baaaaaam." I mean, what is that? That makes me not want to buy Pop-Tarts.

It's my dad's birthday and I was too lazy to go out so I have to go out today and get him a present. Luckily, Chapters is less than a city block away. Damn, it's 4:22... my dad's going to be home in about 30 minutes. I better get going.

By the way, it's also Tionie's birthday. You know, also. Just kidding. Happy sixteenth, Tionie.

Sunday, March 9, 2003 - 06:00 p.m.:

It's hard to type with gloves on. My basement is too cold.

I've done more stuff today than I did.... yesterday. Shut up.

I woke up at 8:30, but it felt like I slept in for hours. That happens a lot. When I think it's late, it's early, and when I think it's early, it's late. Anyway, more stupid snow fell last night, so I went and shovelled it. I don't really like shovelling snow, but at least it's something. I'm also a very slow shoveller... I managed to get the patio (quite a large patio) about 3/4 done in the time my dad piled up all the snow on the driveway. And then he started on the patio steps (quite large steps.)

But anyway, the real stuff that happened was around noon. One of the tires of the car was punctured by a nail, so my dad was calling CAA but I guess a lot of people had flat tires or crashes or something so they didn't answer. So we put in the spare ourselves. That was fun. I don't like that you can't put the hubcap on the spare. It's so ugly. I'm so auto-illiterate... I wish I had taken auto tech, but I didn't take tech in grade 9 so I couldn't.

I'm getting credit in Computers... the teacher was walking around marking programs, and I was working on a program that wasn't even the assignment and he saw it but he gave me marks because I could use a while loop correctly. He didn't mark the program that he was supposed to mark from me, though. I better not get a zero for that. Anyway, then he gave me one of the books and said to read some stuff and do one of the questions. I did it that night. There are so many idiots in my class... I wish I was in grade eleven computers. :P

I don't know what to do this week... should I just sleep, or be a couch potato, or go out? My dad's birthday is on Wednesday. I should get him something. I have an orthodontist appointment on Thursday. I guess I should go to that. I've been playing pirated gameboy roms a lot recently. Old ones... like pokemon. I was just playing pokemon blue and Misty killed me because I don't like to train or use items. I taught my pikachu seismic toss. Pokemon is such a nostalgic game... reminds me of the good old days when we just played roms all summer. Grade 6 was so much fun.

These stupid gloves... I've given up my usual strict capitalisation rules. All those proper names... "pikachu", "pokemon"... It breaks my heart. I should fix them.

I am a Hamburglar Honcho... bet you can't say the same. But what that Hamburglar doesn't know is that I'm undercover... I'll get him when he's least suspecting it.

It's funny how I pretend to write competently.

Thursday, March 6, 2003 - 06:17 p.m.:

Next week be the most celebrated Break of March... I am most contented for this. I'll stop talking like that now.

Tomorrow I have to go to my old school and tell the children the story of Isis and Osiris. And it's not even accurate. It's oversimplified and... well, just wrong in many cases. Maybe I should have picked a more obscure story. Oh well.

So, in science our entire unit is a big project. We don't have any instruction or anything. I bet this is reality, but still... isn't the teacher being paid to teach us stuff? I took pictures of clouds for it. They're pretty. There's a picture I took of the water cycle diagram on the wall too. That's because we're kind of cheap people. Gifted, you know.

We're going to reenact the episode of Magic School Bus with Weather Man and the shicka-shicka kaboom! I like that episode. I'm going to be Keisha (Keesha? I like Keisha better) because she's black and I'm brown but that's close enough.

I think I messed up on my French test and on my Civics test. Oh well. I thought I had many not handed in assignments in Science, but it's only one and it's a stupid assignment anyway, so I'm not going to the trouble. It's something about interviewing a gas station attendant. A lot of the gas station attendants I've seen don't speak very good English. Anyway, I knew the answers to those questions anyway. It's finished but still in my binder somewhere. The life of the not-quite-slacker but not-quite-model-student is strange.

Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 09:25 p.m.:

<laughter /> These are so cool!

The Count's Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder

It started with a simple affection for counting and the terror it induced in others, didn't it? But now it's turned into a full-blown life-consuming chaotic nightmare of order, repetition, zealousness, and perfectionism. You used to be so grand, but now you find yourself obsessively worrying over the littlest things--like, maybe if you don't check the light switch at least once every two minutes, the electricity will go out (and damnit, you're a vampire--that shouldn't be a problem!), or maybe if you don't wash your hands until your seams are coming out, you'll get some fatal disease. Get yourself some treatment.

> Which Sesame Street Muppet's Dark Secret Are You?
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Okay, maybe the second one isn't as funny... =P I didn't put up the dysfunctional Care Bear one, which said I was "Nihilist Bear". Athena... hm, I always called myself Eris, Goddess of Discord. I guess I'll have to change that.