“But the friendship of the young is thought to be based on the motive of pleasure: because they live at the beck and call of passion and generally pursue what is pleasurable to themselves and the object of the present moment: and as their age changes so likewise do their pleasures.”—Nicomachean Ethics - Aristotle
I guess I’m going to become an art-fart ‘cause I got placed in General Art. Wtf, no offense, but since they couldn’t get me in my first choice elective, I’d very much rather be a TA for chemistry. Or spanish.
This is messed up. I don’t want to have to talk to the counselor or the registrar. I’ve successfully avoided contact with them for the past three years. ;D
Math team end-of-year party ‘09. When was it again? Last day of the school year, I think. After exams ended, woohoo.
Captain bought paper to cover the tables with, so we could draw on it like little kids. >D There was leftover… So silly me, I taped a square-like piece of it to one of the dirty whiteboards in the back of the room like a poster, grabbed one of the dying Sharpies, a random plank of wood, and proceeded to draw a coordinate grid. Crooked X and Y axes, crooked grid. ;D
Label: “Place the point on the coordinate grid.” Wtf, how lame. If I give you coordinates to a point (x,y) and blindfold you, would you be able to place it on the grid correctly? xD
Tumblr has thoroughly amused me today. You guys are awesome.
Now I must write! Oh, my poor grade depends on it… o_o;; Bright side, Monday I get to laugh at all the freshmen. Gosh darnit, why do they have to sit on our side of the gym. >_< I can’t make faces at my sister during assemblies, then…
I’m ready to do any cheer our class comes up with. >D My only thought: WINNNNNN. Watch out little ones. Ohohoho.
unicorn conversations: ending the day on a happy high =D ...grace do your math, now. >D
[00:38] rish: http://artpixie.tumblr.com/post/152189042 [00:38] gpoo: LOLLL [00:38] gpoo: OMFGGGG [00:38] gpoo: SO CUTEEEEE [00:38] gpoo: T_T [00:38] gpoo: its like [00:38] gpoo: -normal forest- [00:38] gpoo: -cartoon unicorn- [00:38] gpoo: OMGGGG [00:38] gpoo: I CAN IMAGINE IT MOVING ALREADY [00:38] gpoo: OMFG [00:38] gpoo: IT’S MOVING LIKE ADVENTURE TIME ANIMATION [00:39] rish: xDDD [00:40] rish: so i must go now and leave you that unicorn as your buddy to keep you going =D [00:40] gpoo: xD [00:40] gpoo: hokaiii [00:40] gpoo: -plays with it- [00:40] gpoo: :3333 gootnite [00:41] rish: xD night!
What I accomplished: -Changed string G on violin -Started draft of first Aristotle essay -Finished reading all available chapters of B.O.D.Y. -Charged iPod -Practiced for approx. 2 hours -Got email address for orch. director at the elementary school -Read the WORD (and panicked appropriately) -Input concert & rehearsal dates into planner
What I was supposed to accomplish: -Change string E on violin -FINISH first Aristotle essay -Read second Aristotle section -Email all necessary persons regarding Senior Project
I’m so dead. Today is Thursday, wtf, I have to do four essays in like, at most, 4 days. And I still don’t know/understand absolute extrema. =D?;; Any brilliant mind out there care to teach me?
“Glamour and fashion
Models and magazines… a striking runway entrance
Beauty and passion
Stardust and high class scenes of popular teens
When I lived in Denver, I met a millionaire
With ribbons in her blonde hair
I still remember
She was like a princess straight from a dreamy castle in the air”—“Super Honeymoon” by Owl City (via wolfsvalentine)
Seeing all that stuff about Narnia on my dashboard made me think of that time in stern and generally quiet Mr. Odo’s Trigonometry/Pre-Calculas class when some unknown soul went running down the walkway past the room screaming, “FOR NARNIA!!!” in a super serious voice.
Three types of Friendships: Utility, Pleasure, and Perfected.
What I realized: Practically all my friendships are of utility. Wtf, I guess that’s expected ‘cause I’m such an easy girl to use… as in I’m always just so willing to help people with whatever homework problems they have. AKA I’m such a brain/nerd/geek/dork that sometimes all the calls I ever get are asking for homework help, lol.
What’s pissing me off though, (and though I’ve realized this before, as well) is that I honestly don’t have any “Perfected” friendships. My so-called best friend/friendship is one of utility most of the time. It’s not always one of pleasure, either.
What a sad soul I am. I’m analyzing my so called friendships right now because of Aristotle… and I’m wondering when what I said earlier will not longer be true. Aristotle said that the friendships of most “young people” are that of Pleasure. Wtf, it’s so wrong for me to feel like I’m just getting smothered. I also guess that’s totally my fault as well, haha, but I like being of use to people. ;D I guess that just shows how I’m just book smart & dying for freaking attention, haha.
Oh what the hey. I feel so angry & self-pitying right now that I’m just getting mad at myself. I need to snap out of this… And write those gosh darn essays. >D
Forward I shall go! "We all struggle with forward motion…"
“She went on, with the bright, pure glitter of a five-dollar gold piece, which she kept in her pocket, as her last drop of fuel. She went on, protected from the world around her by a last armor: indifference.”—Dagny Taggart; Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
& I feel like putting up some awful photos. They’re reminding me that summer is almost gone… But even though I feel like I got nothing done these past two months, I realize that I did get to do a lot. >D -happy-
Aristotle is worse than Ayn Rand, in terms of time-consumption and interest.
It’s put me to sleep twice. TWICE, for goodness’ sake.
The first time, I was at my mom’s workplace, waiting until she could bring me somewhere. I was sitting at her desk, attempting to read and finish the first section of what is needed for summer homework… My eyes started to blur so I marked my page and put my head down. I was out pretty quickly.
Then my mom’s boss came by and went WAKE UP. Needless to say, I woke up pretty quickly.
Today was a day of running around. (Hrm, I notice that I start off so many of these posts with “today.” Augh, what happened to my sense of variety? Did I ever have one?)
I got dragged (okay, well, I guess it doesn’t count as “dragged” if I put up no resistance) to Healthpass… It was a decent experience, I suppose. I remember there was something significant about this experience… Hrm, they poked my right middle finger to get a blood sample, and now I’m typing and I’m wondering if the slight bursts of pain are due to the fact that it was poked or if that’s just the bandaid squeezing my finger. xD I don’t like when bandaids get wet. Oh whatever, FORGET THAT. I’m just happy they said my weight is in the healthy range for my height. WOOH I’m actually more happy that they said I’m 5’1”. Goodness, I’m still so short.
Afterwards my mother and I scuttled over to Safeway in search of a fruit basket. They don’t sell any. Soooo, instead we filled one of those shopping baskets with fresh fruit. ;D I can’t tell the difference between nectarines and peaches. I have issues choosing fruit. We also bought bananas & cherries. Oh, there was also some of that healthy bread with all kinds of grains in it and on the crust.
I hate the texture of those things.
But… We bought it. Then we rushed over again… To Times. I like this part HAHA. Mom & I entered in search of a fruit basket again. We walked straight in, saw no fruit basket in the fruit aisle, spotted the watermelon, picked up two of them, not bothering with the flimsy plastic bags, went to the cash register, put the watermelon on the conveyer belt, paid, and left with doubled plastic bags containing two thai watermelon. It cost $5.25. It only took approx. 7 minutes.
That made me happy.
I spotted Ihop on the way out and my face went O_O. Then I remembered where on the island we were and then I thought OH where is Yogurtland & I thought of Le Pho’s photos. And thennn… We went to the road that lead’s up to the hill and I thought, WOAH telephone wires & powerlines SO MANY why do I not have my camera. It was kind of gloomy today and the sky was shrouded in grey, grey clouds so it kind of made for a sheltered and constricted feel.
Ooh, outside of the building there was this flower that looked so sad because of the weather. There was leftover rainwater on the walkway and I thought hmm I would like to take a photo of that. But noooo… I saw the AT&T banner across the way and remembered when it used to be Cingular and thought that I would rather much see that little orange man dancing across the top of the store than that boring globe-looking thing that makes me think it’s been sliced like fruit.
I am so silly. After reading volume 1 of Love * Com, I proceeded to request volumes 2, 3, 5, and 6. I forgot to request volume 4. Volumes 3, 5, and 6 came together at once. 2 remains in transit. I requested 4 as well, and that is in transit now.
I, being too impatient, read volume 3 before volume 2 even came in. Then, losing impatience as well, I read volumes 5 and 6 as well. xD Me and little sister #2 both gave into this desire… only little sister #1 resisted, ohhoho, and that is her loss.
Today at dinner we were discussing requesting the rest of the available volumes. My dad was watching TV in the living room. Some war film.
-jabberjabber- rish: Hey, maybe we should request 7-13. #2: Heehee, yeah. -bothstareat#1- #2: HAHA, don’t worry, you’ll catch up! #1: -stares at rish- MAKE THEM GET HERE FASTER! rish: …Why don’t YOU go drive the bookmobile, then? -silence- -tv in living room makes explosion noise- #2: That was the sound of #1’s heart exploding with rish’s meanness. #1&2: -laughter- #1: -storms off-
I was just like “what?” because I didn’t hear the explosion at all. Little sister #2 watches too much television. I… need better skills and planning when requesting books through the library system.
Today I went to Borders. I was browsing the pop/rock aisle (‘cause I’m still one of those crazy people that insists on purchasing physical CDs), and then my phone rang and I started talking to steak. Of all things, we started talking about Atlas Shrugged. I was having a hard time talking quietly and calmly, lol, and I just kept going up and down the aisle semi-flipping through CDs and trying to continue my search for a birthday gift. >D The thing is, we started discussing Dagny’s affair with Rearden… And as we were speaking, I realized that it would be kind of strange for me to start discussing someone’s affair. I guess I was paranoid what kind of person the people also in the aisle would make me out to be. The questions steak were in regards to the end… Which, did not end so prettily, so I know I was saying things like, “It had to end in disaster.”
Hmmm, what is my point in saying all this?
Oooh. I used up 12 anytime minutes with that conversation. There’s waaaay too much rollover left to use up. I don’t talk on the phone as much as I used to. I feel kind of sad because it wasn’t that long ago that I used to get scolded for using up too many minutes… Things really do change. I guess I can’t stop that. I shouldn’t even complain.
I guess I just miss the attention. Haha, oh well. I’m doomed to forever be on the phone in public discussing summer reading and explaining sign charts and good ‘ol torturous rational functions. That’s what I did yesterday, too.