Posted on 2006.06.13 at 17:10
I am barefoot at the moment, in my Emily The Strange black skirt with red cat detail on back pocket, and my KISS tee shirt, and my watch, which my parents gave me last year and which has a light-up feature in blue that fades away. I mention this only to dismiss it, and to say that I am in the middle of making a hat that reads "This Is My Brain On Ska" across the side. It's deck.
Tomorrow I am driving into Chicago to go to the Green City market, a fresh air market where the crepes are reputed to be terrific. I have to go and see-it's not often that the Midwest meets a crepe that is better-tasting than office paper. Also, there's a Slow Food meeting there, and I am a Slow Food ambassador, so I think I will check it out. Food is nurturing, not only to the human soul, but to the human spirit. Tofu may be healthy to the body, like mashed potatoes, but they have distinctly different psychological effects. The tofu makes one feel miserly, health-foody, and bland. The mashed potatoes are warm and comforting, distinctly American, and merely serve to convey, so to speak, salt and butter.
The problem with the Glycemic Index is that people eat foods in different combinations. Atkins is unhealthy, and the food pyramid is dumb.
Posted on 2006.06.12 at 15:15
Current Mood: indescribable
Current Music: Serge Gainsborough
Ten days until camp. Ten zarking days, my fr00ds. That means three days and a week. On the 22nd I fly to and arrive at Portsmouth, and am then driven to camp, where I stay until August 10. Skool is out, and I am happy, if freckled, zit-covered, and Doc Martened. I ended up not going to the Elvis Costello concert- I went into my batcave (not a coincidental name) and read Yevgeny Yevtushenko aloud, trying to pronounce the Russian names, to my wall of LP album covers. I have decided to dye my hair at camp-a Jewfro on a white girl is silly, dreads on white kids are Rastafarian cross-cultural junk, and I can't think of anything else to do but go skinhead.
There's an idea. Ditch my nerdy rude girl cover and dive for the skinhead. Would I be a frada? No, I would not. I would be a wally. Wally is an acronym for "Women Always Look Longingly At You". But it's used for both genders. Can you tell I have to go to the Gay Pride parade and hand out condoms printed with the logo of my father's business? I'm going to be mentally scared from the embarrassment. Hopefully I can do pamphlets or something instead.
I bought a red Chinese outfit today for fifty cents, top and bottom. It's pretty deck. I'm going to go eat now-I haven't had anything to-day and it is almost half-past three. I think I have dieted enough. I have "Julia" by the Beatles stuck in my head, and I wonder how long it will last, and how I remember the words when I haven't heard it in years. Since I was five and I knew half the words. I remember being five because it was my fifth birthday and Alan was humming it while we were hiding in a cabinet, and my mater heard and found us. I still haven't forgiven him-I had to wear a pink dress.
For my graduation I am wearing a zoot suit with reet pleats. That's the way it's going to be. The rules say you need to have a strapped pastel dress, decent length, but on the other hand, the boys have no rules and nothing is cooler than stomping on an outdated sexist tradition like that, giving the principal the finger, and having it be the last night of school so you can go and party away afterwards without being punished by the big cheese himself.
Posted on 2006.06.10 at 11:19
Current Mood: apathetic
School got out yesterday. I am still a
little crazy with exhilaration, hope, excitement, and the fact that my house has become a shell where people fight, bicker, shout, yell, and throw things all day. I got to sleep last night by blasting Steely Dan out of my headphones and falling asleep with Yevgeny Yevtushenko's Don't Die Before You're Dead under my cheek. I had the scene where Lyza is nearly hanged printed backwards on my cheek this morning; it took me ten minutes to wash it off and while I was doing that I cut myself on the sharp edge of the bathroom cabinet. It was sharp pain that felt good. Oddly.
Tonight I am going to an Elvis Costello concert at Ravinia. My mother and sister have a dinner to attend, and my sister graduated from junior high (grade 8) yesterday in a floor-length satin lavender dress with a row of buttons down the back, two wide straps, and silver open-toe stilettos with crossover detailing and rhinestones. Her graduating class numbered 86 people, and it was in the big gym with air conditioning and a speech focusing on the survival statistics of the loggerhead turtle. It's 1 in a 1000 that live to adulthood, actually. A warm and fuzzy thing to say to a bunch of whitebread kids who want to get into high school and have a better rate than that.
Every way you look at it, you lose.
Posted on 2006.05.29 at 11:26
Current Mood: drained
Current Music: Spatzenworsse
Today is Memorial Day. I know that. Yesterday I went to my neighbor's party and got to swim. I finished packing my trunk for camp, I finished my homework, and I also finished assembling 100 kits. Ah. I have such a feeling of nice self-accomplishment. Actually, I am riddled with guilt. The reason I will be not producing a post until Saturday can be shown quite plainly by my schedule:
MONDAY: Social Studies Final, Science Final, and Fashion Rehearsal 4-7 PM
TUESDAY: Spanish Final, Fashion Rehearsal 4-7 PM
WEDNESDAY: Fashion Rehearsal 4-7 PM, Orthodontic Appointment 10:45 AM
THURSDAY: Fashion Rehearsal 4-6 PM, Fashion Show 7:00 PM
FRIDAY: Piano Rehearsal 5-7, Recital 8 PM
As you can see it will be hard for me to find time to eat and sleep this week, let alone plague the universe with my long and meaningless posts on Livejournal.com. I might be able to get on Gaia or the MuseBlog, but it will be very difficult for me and I might just watch the Blog and leave Gaia alone entirely. I am very sorry and my heart bleeds.
Posted on 2006.05.25 at 16:23
Current Music: Trotskids
I haven't posted on this thing for a while. So I'd thought I'd let you know that I was still alive. Kicking, but bored. I will try to do something exciting and writeable in the next few days. There is fencing tonight, so I could write a report on that. But would it be interesting? Who knows?
Posted on 2006.05.18 at 17:00
Current Mood: crazy
Current Music: Dr. Know
Oh man. I haven't updated this thing in a while. Whoops. I have, though, been busy. To my credit.
Posted on 2006.05.13 at 10:56
Current Mood: cynical
Current Music: Bodies-The Sex Pistols
Today I would like to announce to the universe at large that I will do my best to stop being pathetic, and stop plaguing this sad excuse for a personal blog with those long, boring posts all about self-deprecating rants that serve merely to blast out that I, in all entirety, am a completely pathetic and whiny wanker. That feels so, so much better. I may also point out that I have skillz that the normal Homo sapiens could never boast of in his or her simpering excuse for a life. In the interest of not making this blog more ego-pumping and hormonal than otherwise so (see above points) I will not list these skills in their full entirety. That said, I may merely point out that my Spanish has been declared pretty damn good and my professional-model-catwalk rates in the world class.
I am typing this from my father's workplace, which is really fine because he and some other people work there and I don't. But the keyboard is unusually sticky and unresponsive to my phalanges, so this is an unusual labor of love for me. I can tell what you are thinking, gentle and nonexistent reader: "Love has nothing to do with it, honey." Oh well, I typed that in anyway and typed in it shall stay.
I don't want a cellphone. I should, but I don't. This would mean that my parental units could call me at any time, and I would have to answer and tell them where I was, who I was with, what I was doing, and how I was doing it. That would be bad. And awful. Speaking of phones, last night a branch fell on a power line near my house and blew out power for a few hours, which is why I haven't been on the Museblog lately and why I am forced to do this at my father's workplace (see above).
Posted on 2006.05.09 at 18:34
I am totally froodingly happy right now. I burble with pleasure. I am, in fact, feeling an amazing amount not like Colin.
Today was acerbically normal. I did get work done. A fair amount, actually. My Spanish family tree was pathetically small-self, sister, two parents, two grandparents, uncle and partner, STOP) and therefore was done early. I also wrote a startlingly bad poem about stuttering. Really bad. You see, poetry is not my thing. Nor has it ever been. Talents and me go together like Cool Whip and Dijon mustard, as in they don't at all. I am strikingly, startlingly bad at everything. Oh well. I'll make it-perhaps. Being the only hoopy frood in a school filled to the brim with ignorant prepsters is more hard than you might think. If you can still think after prolonged exposure to this blog. C'est la vie.
In other news, I have InTouch and Girl! en Deutsch. Doh? Ja.
I am going to watch Jeeves and Wooster. Stephen Fry makes me happy.
Posted on 2006.05.07 at 19:38
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Die Kassierer
It's been a rather sophomoric weekend, I'm sorry to say. I ED-forumed my brains out on Gaia, gave myself a 5-Bandaid cut, and listened to several million anti-drug lectures. I was forced to attend a sex education seminar-let's just say it was embarrassing, OK? And leave it at that? The sordid details are appallingly disgusting. Not to mention the fact that I had to eat afterwards. And greasy cheese pizza, at that. I shouldn't have survived. And my Spanish-language family tree is muy weird. My family is European-Canadian, OK? No 'de', nothing like that. Plus I had to make up several maiden names. I have a small family, but I like them.
Posted on 2006.05.05 at 15:46
Current Music: UK Subs
I'm ecstatic. There's very little homework for this weekend! I am going to actually get some free bunk (time) and relax. I could eat dessert. Drink soda. Do some piano. Learn some more German, or probably some more French.
We're doing a Spanish-language family tree. I'm deciding whether my uncle's boyfriend/husband/thingy (his official title, apparently. I thought it up. Hey, I was six. Cut some slack.) should keep his maiden name. Hmm...my teacher freaked out when I put him on there. We got into an argument over gays. So what? I don't follow the bible. Stop trying to bash it over my head.