September 2004 Archives

Presidential Debate ton.

Isn't it funny how with xangas, blogs, & livejournals, one can read the intimate journals of people to whom one's never spoken? I was following random links on xanga and started reading one by a girl in my German class. [She uses "ton" and "tom" instead of the multisyllabic and thus far too much effort for an apathetic teenager "tonight" and "tomorrow." Clever, no?]

I promised my lunch table tod that if Bush wins the election [which of course he won't because the American people are far too clever for that], I shall dye my hair black and come to school dressed in mourning the next day. Mourning the future of America, the ignorance of the electorate, et c. I'll be totally hardcore gothic!

Talking of lunchtime conversation, Ryan is on a campaign to get people to undress for him.

Considering my complete inability to say 'no' [also responsible for me saying I would go to a Move On meeting ton; btw, tangent: is it bad if you start to hate one of yr friends for their politics?], you'd think I would have got nekkid in a second, but surprisingly, I did manage to decline.

Why people wear clothes

Polar bear? Ew!

Am currently in the middle of a commercial break. KT & I are having our special Lost-watching party.

Dom is snorting lots of heroin. Can't wait until he runs out and goes through withdrawal! >D And he has mad sexy shoes.

to my blog, or at least has nothing better to do in computer class, I suppose I ought to get my frequency of posting up.

Last night I finished The Grim Grotto. Carnt bleef it's book eleven! Only two more, sniff. How I adore those Baudelaire orphans. And that sexy Esmé Squalor.

Ooh, that reminds me. In German class we had to list our influences in such categories as "fashion," "politics," and "movies," and I failed miserably. So my goal is to start keeping a list of these things, so I can rattle them off should anyone ask.

Fashion

to my blog, I suppose it is my duty to update more regularly, lest she bores of seeing the same post every time she checks it.

Last Friday I had an excellent time in health class. Our teacher kept us all entertained with stories of her three-year-old son's imaginary friend named "Jew." Jew is always up to trouble, like swinging from the ceiling fan and knocking pictures of the wall. Oh, that mischievous Jew! [She's on crack, I swear.]

I also spent a lovely evening with R. [my best friend in English] & M., watching Ghost World and having girl talk on the trampoline.

My Saturday afternoon consisted largely of trying to figure out why sticking an egg inside a tennis ball doesn't prevent the e. from breaking when dropped from considerable heights. [That's physics class for you. But don't worry, my group came up with other ideas that actually work, so we probably won't fail the project.]

Sunday I drove a little bit [I will get my driver's license, someday] and ventured to the library. I borrowed Spellbound, Chocolat, and Amelie in my excitement at my iBook's ability to play DVDs. [Number of DVDs watched thusfar: 2; number watched on my iBook: 0 . . . >.> <.<]

And today was another refreshing Monday. We're playing soccer in gym class and the best part is making a show of plodding in the general direction of the ball whilst shouting encouraging things at other people. I don't know what it is; I just get caught up in the game and that little cheerleader/gym teacher part of my psyche is awakened, and then I can't resist the urge to yell at people. Esp. Melissa and Lin, esp. when the ball is coming toward them, and esp. when the last thing they want to do is interact with it. Muaha. Muaha. We don't want no inchworms in our gym class! And no caterpillars and no larvae!

Guess who has 'Yo Ho, Yo Ho (A Pirate's Life for Me)' on her cell phone? How sexy is that?

I hrt my iBook AAF.

*downloads the Cowboy Bebop theme*

I'm not sure under what delusion you are labouring, but I did not "steal" anyone's layout, least of all yours, unless you have some other secret website apart from your angelfire one.

My current layout is merely a slight modification of the standard Movable Type 3.11 template. If it resembles anyone else's layout, it's most likely because they're also using Movable Type.

Granted, it's not the pinnacle of design creativity, so it's possible that someone else independently came up with a white background and pink borders. It's generally standard to present proof when making accusations, such as the website whose layout I allegedly stole.

I'd thank you kindly to stop spamming my website with unfounded hate.

Hugs and sunshine,
Almeda

PS: I apologise for calling you out publicly, as I'm disinclined to escalate the drama and give in to your ploy for attention, but when I attempted to e-mail you privately at the address on your website, I received an error saying that your account had been disabled or discontinued.

Guess who is typing this from her brand new iBook G4? Oh, right: me!

Mmm, it's so chic and beautiful. I'm in love! [Okay, that might be partly due to the Dom wallpaper . . . hrt that boy.]

So, yes, I'm in a pretty good mood at the mo'. Took me a while to get it connected to the Internet [who would have thought all my problems could be solved by restarting the effing modem?], not to mention the excitement of installing Firefox, but all is perfect now.

It almost makes me forget the general feeling of unpleasantness that accompanies my cold. At least, I suspect it's a cold. All I know is that my nose is alternating between stuffy and drippy, my throat is sore, and headaches abound.

I shan't complain, though, because life is for the most part splendid.

Things that make me happy:

Scotland, Ireland, England.

Scottish, Irish . . . Engish? No. English. Does anyone else think that's stupid? The "l" comes from "land." So why not Scotlish and Irelish? Because they sound stupid, that's why. And so would English, if people were normal and said Engish.

It's not like it's hard to pronounce or anything. TRY IT. TELL ALL YR FRIENDS.

And don't give me any linguistic crap about the "ng" and "gli" sounds. It's all nonsense and I refuse to listen.

I was walking down the hallway today and someone walking behind me yelled really loudly, "[ALMEDA!] I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES." So I'm like, "er. . . *turns around*" and then I realised he was talking to someone else with the same name. And I had a witness, so it wasn't just me. V. weird experience. Names should definitely be distributed to one person only. [What were you thinking on that one, Jesus? Don't tell me you don't have the creativity to come up with 6+ billion unique names.]

Talking of wanting to have my babies, my lesbian friend said she'd do me today. 's little things like that which puff up the confidence. Too bad none of my heterosexual male friends ever say that sort of thing. [Actually, that's not true. I'm sure Sage has at least once.] I suppose it probably doesn't work as well for s, though, because I'd just be slightly freaked out. Ahh, the beauty of having a cunt.

And talking of lesbians, Senator Rick visited the school today. What a great honour, etc., etc., but sweet lord Jesus, that man is an asshole.

At first I felt slightly sorry for him because people who obviously disagreed with him were asking him questions [some more ridiculous than others: i.e., "do you think not allowing people civil rights is 'fascist'?"]. Then I just got annoyed. Mostly at him for saying stupid things [pro-life argument: it should be up to the American people, rather than the Supreme Court, to decide whether or not women can have abortions. The Supreme Court is infringing on our right to tell other people what to do with their bodies! Oh, I'm so victimised!], but also at my fellow students for asking him things.

I mean, look, we already know he's a jerk with opinions that make me so angry it hurts. If you ask him questions like, "How can you waste time trying to ban gay marriage while the assault weapons ban expires?" it just gives him the opportunity to preach his hateful word to us for way longer than I'm willing to spend listening. He's definitely not going to see the error of his ways because some high school kid disagrees. Ideally, we should all have refrained from asking any questions and sat there glaring at him in silence.

But alas, when the urge to seriously maim rises, it is admittedly difficult to sit there on your hands in silent protest. And I did enjoy the cheers of the audience on certain questions.

PS: Abbey, m'OTlove, I received an app. from Hiram today.

Which is, I've decided, the equivalent of "triumvirate" for three movies. Movie = motion picture. Motion = motus, movere. Hurrah for coining ridiculous new words!

So now, three movies I've recently seen. Spoilers = on.

Vanity Fair
Why are stories about social-climbing women always depressing? [Actually, you needn't answer that. It's the male conspiracy trying to keep us down. *shakes fist* Damn the man!] The ending was actually slightly optimistic; too bad about the total hottie husband getting angry and dying, not to mention the missed chance to make a pass at JRM's way cute son. Talking of, JRM died way too early. V. unappreciated. Sob.

Loff clothing, scenery, bollywood dance number. India = teh pretty.

All I Want [IMDB listing: Try Seventeen]
Segue: All I Want begins with E. Wood dragging trunk behind him; v. similar to scene in Vanity Fair with Becky Sharp pulling her trunk.

E. Wood is too cute for words. Franka Potente is also rather hardcore. Esp. accent. And kicking car and saying "scheiss auto!"

The Closet
Segue: Man pretends to be gay to save job; Elijah Wood is very very gay.

So. funny. Hrt teh French. Condom hat = fab. Kitten = most adorable thing evar.

YARR! Che GueRYAN! has apparently been blogging for quite some time without me notice. Scurvy seadog!

My bank is in the supermarket nearest us, so when my mum picked me up from school yesterday, she brought my most recent paycheck for me to deposit, so we could get that and buying groceries out of the way in one fell swoop. Not really, because apparently 'fell' shares its etymology with 'felon' and means "of an inhumanly cruel nature, fierce; capable of destroying, lethal; dire, sinister; or sharp and biting." Um, so, by "one fell swoop" I meant "a single trip to Genuardi's."

My mum didn't bring her purse, so I was forced to pay for the groceries [she did pay me back later, so I suppose I can't complain]. More importantly, I was flipping through a tabloid while we were waiting in line. [I tolly could be addicted to tabloids, if the mere concept didn't go against the very grain of my being.]

Second best part: photo of Orlando Bloom picking a wedgie.

Second best?! you exclaim in shock. A tabloid could have something superior to Orlando Bloom pulling his pants out of his arse?

Oh, yes, friends & Lin Gyis. [do you feel famous yet?]

Best part: My beloved Dom standing on a desert island. I tolly thought I would be able to resist a teevee show with him in it, but I learnt from the caption that he's going to be playing a heroin-addicted rock star. *unintelligible gurgle of lust*

So, yeah, I know where I'll be spending my Wednesday nights from 8 to 9, come September 22.

But yesterday wasn't comprised solely of looking at tabloids, so I'll continue.

After way too many phone calls [and sorry, Nate, for not calling you; our friends have crappy organizational skills], I ended up going to the Neshaminy mall with my chums Amay, Marge, Ryan, et la femme mystérieuse Marisa.

Fun times. Pet stores make me sad. Olsen twins showing their barely legal breastses in calendars make me disgusted. Orlando Bloom calendars and reality teevee's hottest men calendars make me laugh. Johnny Depp posters make me hyperventilate. H&M and Maggie and guilt and materialism and impulsiveness make me buy pink earrings. Cute pizza boys who look alone and unloved make me buy root beer. Cute pizza boys who turn out to be bordering on surly and whom one expects to roll his eyes at any moment make me surprised and a little bitter. Old men in Subways make me want to take them home. Groups of hot guys with megaphones asking if any of us are having a birthday make me say, "Yes, today's Maggie's birthday! She's turning 13," which in turn makes Maggie laugh uncontrollably.

Muaha. Muaha. Afterward we went to Melissa's, picking up AT on the way. Melissa's little sister was smoking strawberry-flavoured tobacco out of a hookah. Très amusant.

And now, loves, I must run, as I'm seeing Vanity Fair this evening. Hurrah hurrah for Jonathan Rhys-Meyers!

Today was a really good day. Not outstandingly so in any way, but I had a general feeling of satisfaction.

First of all, I did all my homework. [Well, except German. And I carnt bleef she checked it, too. Gawd!] Since we have the same book as last year in calc, a lot of the problems were familiar; it was satisfying to be able to do them. And then he gave us an AP question for extra credit and he was all flustered when he looked at my work. I didn't use the definition of a derivative to solve it, which was what he was "looking for," but my way was tolly shorter and easier, so whatevz. I was proud of that.

In physics, it's the same deal because we're still doing review stuff we did last year. I had all the homework problems correct [except one where I messed up the sign] and I got to write one on the board. \m/

Too bad we don't learn everything twice. Going over something a year later is just the right mix of challenge and familiarity.

In math/science, that is. If it were a humanities class, going over it twice would make me kill myself.

Talking of math/science, I'm tolly jellus of Nina, who is having a r0x0rin' time at MIT. I wrote to her for computer advice, because I'm thinking of getting an eMac to replace my old computer [the motherboard's fried, which slightly sucks ass. I'm losing hundreds of .mp3s, quite a few photos, as well as other personal documents. However— always look on the bright side of life!— it gives me the opportunity to let go and move on, which I might not have been able to do otherwise. I have difficulty throwing things away, deleting things. Need more fresh starts, clean slates, empty hard drives. Rebirth!].

The computer repairman offered to build me a custom system for ~$900, but if I'm going to spend that much money anyway, I feel like I want a shiny new Mac.

Which was largely inspired by my looking into availability of the iMac G5 for work [that computer is bloody sexy!]. The ad with the Black Eyed Peas amuses me. It's still not as classic as Ellen Feiss, though. I'm tolly switching in her name.

Does anyone else think of comments as blog karma? Whenever I go and leave lots of comments on people's blogs/ljs/xangas, I feel like I deserve lots in return. Maybe I'm just greedy. ^~

I have some life advice for y'all. Dye your hair a colour that isn't brown, blonde, red, or black at least once. [Preferably when you're young, because you can get away with the "crazy kids!" and/or "it was just a phase" excuses.] It makes your life more interesting, I swear.

Exempli gratia: In exchange for a ride home, I agreed to accompany Krista to the mall on her quest for a job. We're stopped at a red light and there's this middle-aged to old man in the vehicle next to us. [Next to me, really, because we were in the left lane.] And the driver in the other vehicle looks at us, smiles, and gives us the okay hand symbol.

Me: . . . wtf . . . okayyy. *smiles back and waves*

I'm assuming it was because Krista's hair is a bluey-turquoise and mine is a pinky-tangerine; I can't think of another reason for a random old man to make a friendly gesture at us.

Isn't that so much fun? Try it if you love attention! All you need is a brightly-coloured coiffure and that somehow gives random strangers the idea that they're entitled to comment on it.

I've also discovered an amazing social trend. I tolly should be an anthropologist when I grow up [like that Cambridge whore]. Okay, so here it is.

Teenage females, when navigating the halls of my high school, carry their textbooks against their chests with an arm curled around them. Teenage males carry books in one hand with their arm straight down by their side.

After I noticed, I started watching for it and it tolly freaked me out because there are no exceptions. No one thinks about it; I certainly don't remember being taught how to carry a textbook. Yet, there's obviously a rule.

Of course when I noticed, I decided I had to start carrying my books down by my side. That'll show 'em!

In non-earth-shattering-anthropological-discovery-related news, we had our pictures taken for our security ID badges. \m/ I was tempted to do an amusing pose, but the photographer [who also called me 'sweetheart' despite being under 50 years old; he was maybe 30, 35, tops] didn't give me any warning before the flash went off. I probably wasn't even smiling. Oops!

PS: I txted Colz. Muaha. Muaha. *clutch*

It's the third day of school and already it feels like we never left. I'm not sure I like that my psyche adjusts this easily.

Today we spent at least five minutes in American studies discussing the days of the week. Our teacher's theory is that Tuesday is the worst day because one expects Monday to be bad. It doesn't matter, though because thanks to Judaism having a kickass-timed holiday, we have a three-day week, so today was really Wednesday. R0x on.

Instead of doing crap gym stuff today my class trotted down to the health suite to be measured. Still 5'7". ;.; *refuses to believe she's stopped growing; though unsure why, as being this tall is enough of a pain in the arse* Normal BMI of 22.6. JUST IN CASE YOU CARE.

I'm happy Merliffa is in my gym class. She's tolly freaking awesome. I wrote her a top-secret note on page 132qf of her sketchbook with a sexy pink sharpie [it's one of 17, as I learned from her xanga]. But don't tell her, because it's top secret.

I'd really like to get the cam feature back up so y'all can admire my spankin' pink hair before it fades. It's already tangerine, according to Krista, who has had enough experience with colourful hair dye to know. Some random RPI girl told me you can take your camera to Best Buy and they'll clean it for twenty dollars, so I think I shall try that. Kali, I still can't believe you let me talk you into going to the beach. It was crap and I broke my camera. However, you wouldn't let me talk you into doing something worthwhile, like visiting the Garment District. Still bitter about that, beetch! Hrt.

PS: To my belurved hostees: hit up my e-mail with whatever yr old password was [or come up with a new one, it doesn't matter], so I can re-setup your ftp accounts. I know Hannah in particular is eager to quit xanga, so just e-mail me, a'ight? almeda @ here w3rks.

PPS: Random plug for Andr00 because I love him AAF and his reading list is sexy. And we nfr talk. I'm sorry I've quit AIM. ;.;

Friday night watched Ned Kelly with friends. *clutch* Every movie I see featuring Orlando Bloom further convinces me of his a] flamboyant homosexuality and b] total whorishness. How I loff that lad. And Kali, you MUST see it.

Exhibit A - Orlando: *wears scarf* [even under Monty Python Black Knight!style armour]

Exhibit B - Orlando: *sleeps with everyone*

Exhibit C - Heath Ledger: This is the fabulous [Orlando's character's name].

Exhibit D - Copper: [to man sleeping with possibly thirteen-year-old girl] Is that another of your whores?
[camera doesn't reveal who's walking up the drive]
KT: Does that mean he's not married?
Me: No, it's probably just that Kate girl [character in movie who sadly looked like a man dressed as a woman] coming over to give him some secret message.
Melissa: I bet it's Orlando Bloom.
[camera pans to approaching woman]
Orlando: *wears shawl over his head*
Audience: *GUFFAW!*

And then of course there's the entirely unrelated exhibit Q:

Orlando: *sees bowl of skulls . . . picks up skull of small animal and holds in front of face . . . opens and closes skull's jaw* Hello.

Who does that?

After evening shenanigans with Orli & mah friends, I woke up at the ungodly hour of 4:30 the next morning [it was still dark, so I think it counts as night actually] to drive four hours with my mater to Troy, NY to visit Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute. \m/

First of all, I do not want to go to college in Troy, NY. Second of all the m:f ratio is 3:1. Which I suppose makes it easy to find boyfriends, but it's also slightly scary.

On the bright side, I have a $15,000/year scholarship there. And it's cool that Shirley Ann Jackson is their president. And they offer Electronic Media, Arts, and Communication as a major with concentrations like "gaming and animation."

And [yes, I'm starting every sentence with 'and'. shove it.] I tolly was reading the Student Union pamphlet with the list of clubs and saw "The Society for Creative Acronyms" and was like '*jawdrop* I bet Ryan would like that.' Then later I was telling mumsie about it and realised it was the Society for Creative Anachronism. Can you tell I didn't get enough sleep?

So, yeah. That was my weekend thusfar. LICK OMG HOW WAS YRZ?!1one No, only joking, I don't care. Unless I do care, in which case, I can prolly just read about it in yr blog, okay?

Hurrah for Friday! If only all school weeks were two days long.

As school goes, today was not too bad at all. Calculus and physics were understandable [mostly because we're still reviewing stuff we learnt last year xP]. English and Am. studies = no effort required, as usual. AP gov is turning out to be not quite as exciting as I'd hoped, but I'm willing to give it time.

Health is tolly giving me a bad vibe. Methinks I'm going to get in trouble for bursting out laughing at some point in the future. You've no idea how difficult it is to keep a straight face listening to this woman talk. It's ridiculous. Thankfully the "most important class you'll ever take; no, I'm serious" is only twice a week.

And somehow I managed to get landed with health and gym on the same day [on the bright side, some days will be completely health/gym free], so had to sit through gym orientation too. But since it took about five minutes and my gym teacher talks out of one side of his mouth and has a funny moustache, it was manageable.

German was typical Deutsch. It can no longer be confused with a study hall! :O Was in a group with writer-DJ Will Bruce. We wrote German beat poetry while certain other group members drew boobs on the board. [Certain member also suggested I listen to feminist rack . . . allegedly a combination of rock and rap, but probably just a Freudian slip.]

So who has to get up at four-thirty a.m. tomorrow to go to a stupid college information session in upstate New York? What's that, me? Yeah. Gross. Parents are teh suck.

But I'm so happy to be blogging again. ^^ Yay for mundane daily updates!

Have you missed me? I'm so sorry for the unintentional hiatus. My domain hosting was going to expire before I returned from the beach, and I wanted to transfer to a cheaper deal with a different company, so I did a quickie download/upload server switch, which really isn't the best way to preserve the functionality of Movable Type. [In less jargon-y terms: I done fucked up mah blog.]

But after messing about for quite some time, I've installed the newest version of MT, and though it's lacking that certain Almeda flavour at the moment, the next minute I have some free time, I'll fix it, promise.

Today was my first day as a senior in high school. *schoolgirl shriek*

Obligatory break down:

1: Calc. We started doing math. The first period. Of the first day of school. *seppuku* No, I've been brainwashed by "Math is hard"!Barbie. It wasn't too bad. I even remembered things from last year!
2: Am. Studies. KT's in my class, hurrah! Teacher seems chill. [Not too unattractive, either. ^~ I know, I know . . . not legal.]
3: English. Was shortened to approximately five minutes for informative beginning-of-school lecture. Apparently we're going to be required to wear ID badges on lanyards, otherwise we shan't be allowed to go to the loo, etc. Not to incite coughs of Godwin's law, but wtf? Will it be gold stars next? [Sorry. Loff being angry, angsty, antiestablishment teen.]
4: AP Gov. Methinks this shall be grand. Talking about politics for an entire period? R0x0r my b0x0r.
5: Lunch? Wow, free time.
6: Physics. Jesus must be mad at me for something because I'm one seat off from having a quite lovely lab partner, and no seats off from having one I could do without [without which I could do? Why do prepositions hate me?].
7: Study hall? Wow, more free time.
8: German. Frau Eichler's returned. And far more excited about the first day of school than I [and probably everyone else in the class]. I miss last year's eye candy. Dreamt about him last night. 'twas weird. In AP Gov I was a little disappointed. Like, I tolly could have taken this last year and then AP chem this year and been with people I know. But enough obsessive stalkage. Have crush on someone else, which is slowly dying. Crush, not someone. Why are there no boiz, I ask?

I suppose that's what college is for. For what college is. Muahahaha. *clutch*

Oh, and before I scamper off and do [gasp!] homework, mah hair is PINK! It's beautiful. And I wore pink fishnets + mah chucks + white tennis skirt + pink sweater + pearls today and received lovely attention [am v. needy]. Though was completely weather inappropriate. You expect it to rain, then it's hot as hell the whole day through. Why, Jesus, why?

But yes. Teachers were like, WOW YOU MATCH. And I was like OMG WOW NO WAY THANKS IT'S KIND OF EASY WHEN YOU ONLY WEAR ONE COLOUR.

Oh em gee, I know I ought to do homework [and quickly, so maybe I have time to watch Ned Kelly which should have arrived from Netflix today . . . Orlando Bloom and Heath Ledger *cackle* + *clutch*], but how beautiful is Johnny Depp in Benny and Joon? It shouldn't be allowed, 'swear. He makes me melty with adoration.

And that's all for now [cuntly cunt, it's so hard to stop blogging. . . love sound of own voice too much]. L8rz!