| Quite possibly the funnest math trip ever. |
[Feb. 19th, 2006|01:34 pm] |
Well, I think Alex hit all the highlights, but I may as well just add my two cents here.
First off, the competition. In stat Christine did really well- got a 67- which was eight points from placing. I got a 62 and had three disputes...two ended up going through, but not my two, haha, and my score dropped to a 52, two points ahead of Geordie with a 50, so the three of us did pretty well overall. On team Geordie wrote on the answer sheet left handed and me right handed so we filled out the pages really fast. In other divisions, the sophomores and freshmen did really well, but no one older than that placed. Natalie and Thomas did well on the Interschool and we got second on that, so props to them. Manhar and Sarah were really close to placing, too.
Ok, now that that's out of the way, time to get to the fun stuff: Busch Gardens. In our group it was Alex, Geordie, Joe, Nick, Ben, Chris, and me, and we had a bunch of fun. We started out by going on the Montu a couple times, and then on to the Shiekra, which I must say, is quite the intimidating ride. First time I just hopped on the back row, and second time I got to sit in the front. You get lifted up at near 80 degrees and then it holds you from falling for about six seconds. Then it drops you at 90 degrees, you go really fast, drop again, and it's over. Second run Chris and I played rock paper scissors for the camera and it was pretty cool, we looked calm except for the skin on our cheeks being pulled back, haha. Kumba was awesome, we hit up the bumper cars and log ride (amazing story, Geordie and I didn't get wet at all...not a drop...it was astounding...screw Erfurt saying it's the worst story he's ever heard) and then we sprinted from store to store looking for cool hats, and we finally got some- I think Alex summed that part up pretty well.
I borrowed some shorts to go swimming at the nice pool at the hotel. At first it was just David, Alex, and me, but at night like 8 of us got in the hot tub. When I took a shower my clothes got stolen and I got pantsed pretty bad. I finally got a pair of jeans back and that was it, so that's how I went around for awhile and slept. David and I had a massive war over the bed, and I clearly won (I had David in a really good head-lock) until he resorted to some gross tactics, but I pranked him back and took over part of Thomas's bed so it was all good.
On the bus I got 150 pages read of good 'ol Dark Tower, and Freddie Couples is only 4 shots off the lead at the Nissan open right now. Definitely gotta tape that, he's my favorite athlete of all time. I think my ideal role model is some kind of cross between Freddie and MacGyver; now there would be someone to look up to. Alright, time to go play golf and then watch the recording and watch the recording of our New York trip, too. Still haven't had a chance to sit down as a family and watch that. |
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| in other news...(not the cheney thing) |
[Feb. 12th, 2006|07:58 pm] |
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My dad just offered to take me to Toronto, Canada with him tomorrow. He said I could miss the whole week of school and hang out in the hotel and wander around a bit. How crazy is that? It was so hard to say 'no.' Oy, Canada! |
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| good weekend |
[Feb. 12th, 2006|07:01 pm] |
this weekend was fun...got 140 pages of wolves of the calla read, and got to play 36 holes of golf.
today i played with alex and it was cold and windy...we both played rather meh...started out really bad and got better...i was 4 over after 12 holes on the lakes which was decent in the wind...who knows what alex was at. after that our hands went completely numb and we just placed bets on stuff. on hole 6 i won a dollar for a closest chip across a ridge...we both hit ridiculously good shots and i won by 6 inches...then he got 50 cents for correctly predicting his ball plugged on hole 17, and i won $1.50 on 18 for a long drive. i hit it 300 yards so yea even if he hit it perfect i doubt there was any way i was going to lose that one. i love the freaking taylormade r5 driver.
edit: oh yea i forgot about on hole 15 which is a 260 yard par 4 we both teed off at the same time right next to eachother and it looked really cool because he's a lefty and i am a righty...the balls landed within 20 yards of eachother on the exact line...his ended up 30 yards short and mine got a nice roll to the back of the green. it looked awesome. |
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| Charyou tree. |
[Feb. 9th, 2006|09:12 pm] |
I hate posting about the same old thing a lot, I really do. But The Dark Tower has now become a part of my life it seems.
I can see why Alton never went to bed before one am for a couple of weeks is what I am saying.
The fourth book, which I just finished- Wizard and Glass- really got to me. Sheesh, I don't know how, but darnit it did. I am really stirred up- the range of emotions I felt in that one...I even cried (albeit within the safe confines of my room) during certain parts (one of which the title of this post refers to). Joe told me he shed a few tears during his reading of it as well.
I have concluded that it is impossible to get through parts two and three of Wizard and Glass without feeling moved, assuming you let yourself get into it, unless you are a souless demon. Stephen King can go die in a hole for all I care. He has such a dark mind; and not just for the creepy stuff, but for the deep crevices of the human heart and soul.
But anyway, the quest for the Tower continues, and waits for no one.
I've been informed the next couple of books go back to the same 'ol, same 'ol- just like books one through three. I can say it will be a welcome disappointment, and I shall delve into book five just as soon as I have some free time (damn you b-day teachers!)
Moving off topic now, many people have informed me that my entries are really long. I am sorry if that bothers some of you, I am, but I promise they all start with small thoughts that turn into this. Writing this post has taken me less than five minutes- I simply type and break as thoughts come into my mind, and for some of my friends I think it is pretty entertaining stuff most of the time. I suppose I could make these much simpler- summaries of my life, me just complaining- but I rather use it as just a place to practice that elusive and awkward skill of putting thoughts into words.
So yea, even if I tried, I doubt these things would get shorter- I spend a lot of time in my own brain (too much time for my own good). I like to get lost up there, and sometimes some of that gets out as I sit here bored at my computer, trying to reflect on things. |
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| It's hard to go back... |
[Feb. 8th, 2006|06:16 pm] |
And so it is. With everyday I stay home, it makes it that much harder to face up to going back to good 'ol VBHS. Even worse, I am now completely hooked to The Dark Tower. I read 300 pages today in between my naps. Unfortunately, it has become quite sad- rather, it is going to get sad. I guess I should mark this with
'spoilers...'
but anyway, little Roland is really screwed, and worse than that, you know how it ends: not happy. I did not expect to get this involved in Roland and his circumstances, but it seems like I have lived vicariously through him. It is really going to hurt. It's the morning of the Reap festival where I am right now, and I hate the fact that such nim-wits as Jonas and his boys are going to ruin Roland. It makes me mad. Really mad. And worse, sad.
I just wonder if after I read this I will want to read anymore of Roland's quest- up to now it was just a fantasitical journey involving a really cool hero and his friends. Now it seems like no matter what happens, there will be no solace for Roland. Who cares about the damn Tower? If the foreshadowing is correct, something really bad is about to happen that he could not possibly bounce back from.
end 'spoilers'
So yea, I needed throw my thoughts out on the table about the book that has been the focal point of the last two days.
Dammit, I don't want to go to school tomorrow... |
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| And I need some meds...anyone got some astin? |
[Feb. 6th, 2006|09:12 pm] |
Wow, Bio is a pain. I was up until three doing AP Biology practice exams last night, and it was around that time that that peculiar dry sensation began to manifest itself in my throat.
Oh, boy.
My tongue wandered back towards my throat, and the lacerations made by the dried skin peeling throbbed at the touch. I was sick; but worse, my throat was shredded. Forget the chills and aches; nothing is worse than when it hurts to swallow and breathe. I knew I wasn't going to school.
Yet I had to. And here is where it comes full circle. Bio. Ms. Haffield demanded that the test be returned and completed, "February 6th---no exceptions!!!" So I had to go just to turn that in. I stuck around for calc, too- we all helped each other with Euro.
I barely made it- I took two Comtrex and four Tylenol as I left. Sure I wasn't in much pain, but my head was floating all over. I went to the doctor's office afterward, and got an appointment for tomorrow. Should've been today, but they were full.
Something bothers me about sitting in physicians' waiting rooms. That thing is that everyone is sick- it's a pit of festering bacteria and viruses browsing and carousing through this bonanza of real estate called human bodies. Sure I am sick, but that guy over there is dying...I don't want that.
The highlight of the day was getting MacGyver season two, and reading 100 pages of Wizard and Glass. Tomorrow I get to play hooky once again, and with that I have decided to just enjoy a good night's sleep. |
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[Feb. 5th, 2006|01:22 pm] |
There are no scholarships for upper-middle class white males.
Blaine is a pain... |
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| Happy birthday mom! |
[Feb. 4th, 2006|10:13 pm] |
Well the last few days have been pretty busy...on Thursday I read 120 pages of The Waste Lands and must say I am now hooked to Dark Tower. As soon as I am done here that is where I shall go.
Friday we had a government test and despite oversleeping my alarm clock for study time I still pulled a high B I think. Gov is pretty easy.
After school Thomas, Sreya, Ben, Erin, Sabrina, David, Kyle, and me went to Palm Beach with Jessie. We all crammed into her truck. All nine of us. I remember ducking under the seat when we passed this one cop. We got to the Cheesecake Factory safely and all ate a lot of food and then walked around City Place for a while...we had fun messing around in the stores while the girls actually looked at clothes. We left at around 8 and got home at 11 because we had to stop due to the weather. Very bad driving conditions (tornado warnings). Well I finally went to sleep at around 1-ish and woke up this morning at 7:30. I was going to try to study stat but was a) too tired, and b) I studied on the bus to Palm Harbor for two hours and did awfully.
Today the test was nearly as bad, asking for all answers rounded to six decimal places (the bottom line is the calculator is now completely useless for stat). So basically I knew how to do about every problem but only got a 46 because of damn rounding. But I guess everyone had problems because Alton and I still placed (he got sixth and I got ninth). Our team got no points until question seven but still got third. It was just stupid. I am tired of 60s winning stat tests.
Beauty Walk was hilarious. Alton's future aspirations coupled with the Fegerts plotting world domination and making funny poses (and Ames in the duct-tape suit) made for a good time. And the names got mixed up a lot, too. Hey, my sister even walked and did alright. So yeah that was fun.
Tomorrow I have to do a lot of other crap like start scholarships and do science fair stats so the guy can help on Monday with our data. Haffield insists that even if I know stat I still have to see this guy. She also insists on us doing a full AP practice test every night for homework. Bio sucks.
Hopefully the weather is nice tomorrow so I just end up playing golf instead. |
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| I do not feel good today. |
[Jan. 31st, 2006|09:09 am] |
After you die...
Guardian Angel
After death, you will exist as a guardian angel in order to protect your still-living loved ones. You might even inspire a classic Christmas movie.
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Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com
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And this is how I walk:
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| Concerning the recent interest in language... |
[Jan. 29th, 2006|08:24 pm] |
I believe that we should all learn Chad. That way, each Chad could chad as he pleased. Chad might even chad that chaddy chads are quite chaddy. In chad, it would chad chad much simpler. Soon, all chads chadding chaddily would be chad. Chad, chadded chaddars chadness chaddy chad chad? Chad? Chad chad. Chad. Chad chadded chad chad chads. Chadsiley, chad chad chad. Chad chad chad chad!
chchchchchad...chad chadmon! |
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| Redneck Golf |
[Jan. 28th, 2006|05:12 pm] |
Oh man, I love rednecks. When they feel like being friendly they know how to have a good time. My dad and I decided to play with two of them we met at the golf course today...it was great.
I suppose we should get to the highlights:
On the first hole one of them hits my dad's ball by accident. After realizing this he and my dad laugh and his friend tells him, "I tolll you so!" and he responded, "Well how'd I manage that?" and his friend says, cuz yer a dumbass."
Hole five was the absolute best...read this...
Redneck one: "What nationality yer got on ya?"
Dad: Colombian
Redneck one: right, right that's Spanish...somewheres in Spain...
Dad: Actually South---
RN1: yea, yea that's cool over there in Spain
Dad:...(goes to tee off- ball is clearly going to be short)
RN1: Bono! Bono! Ain't that how you say 'go' in Spanish?
Redneck2: Aw, I thought it meant we wers gonna go get some ribs...
There was lots of beer drinking and jokes about why they play and their skill level...one of them sucked and the other had been playing for ten years and wasn't bad.
Random quotes:
RN2: Only reason I'm out here is tuh be outside and away from my wife..
RN1: Did you miss that yuh friggin idiot?
RN2: (To my dad) Damn that was ugly...you gotta quit watchin me play.
They also were impressed with how far I could hit the ball and my tempo, and would shout 'hoooowdy-hoo whaadda rip nicky-boy' after I teed off and such (like some of those drunk guys shout at Tiger on TV). I played the forward tees (whites) with them and didn't try to score...I just went with the program and played 'caveman' golf, swinging as hard as I could and who cares about where it goes( I hit several drives 270+...on hole nine I was down hill and cranked one 300).
On a couple other holes I talked to them about fishing (which I know little about) but it was still interesting. I chuckled along as they told some stories of some of their 'battles' as they called them.
So yea on the whole nobody cared where their ball went too much but there was lots of laughter and fun. |
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[Jan. 27th, 2006|07:28 pm] |
yay i got into UF =P
So that makes me 2/2. I shall quit while I am ahead.
Ben and Jessie are going there next year and oh man, they are gonna raise the roof there. I will definitely need to hear those stories.
So grats to Jessie and Ben, too! |
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| Warning this makes no sense and rambles a lot and who actually reads this i am just thinking outloud |
[Jan. 26th, 2006|06:19 pm] |
Alright, here I am once again in this situation that I've been in enough times to finally try to explain. I'll be honest it's hard; in fact, I can already see Sreya posting saying she doesn't know what the hell I am talking about and probably not too many responses. Joe will actually understand I think and Wesley will post saying he does but hasn't been in this situation. Maybe I am completely wrong and someone besides said people will say something or said people will say something different. Look, I've already lost Sreya.
Ok, here goes...
Sometimes when I come home I have about 4 things I sorta want to do. Today they involved watching Macgyver a lot, playing a videogame, reading Dark Tower, or driving out to Joe's to watch this episode of Reboot anyway (I have yet to see the show I've heard so much about.) Ok, it's hard enough to decide on a normal afternoon, but I will tell you what throws a real screwball in there: a medium load of homework. Not a lot, not a little, but just some. Tonight all I have to do is study history and calc. Usually I have nothing to really do; on that day where I let it all build up I have a lot. If I have nothing after about half an hour of just doing something here and something there I have decided how I will spend my afternoon- if I have a lot of homework I will usually just try to just have fun and go to bed early and set my alarm extra early. It's no problem.
But on days like today, I just deliberate on what to do- I mean I will chill and eat dinner, but then when I go to pick up my Nintendo or get ready to call Joe and say I am bored and let's watch that thing today anyway, the thought of the stupid homework assignment gets to me. No way I can do it now- it's not due for too long, but can I justify waking up early to do something that really doesn't take much time? Truth is I will not wake up, saying to myself- 'it's not that much, I can do it before the bell rings or in calc or at lunch.'
This makes no sense, we'll see if it gets posted at all. Actually I just decided it will. And I am sorry for calling Sreya out. I just remember the last time I described something like this she was confused. I have now confused everyone. Yay.
Ok, so on days like today I just take naps. That's it. Today I was feeling bad so it made it an easier choice. I will sometime late tonight study history, and I will look over my calc review in bio while people are presenting projects. When I can't make up my mind I just go to sleep, don't ask why. Geez it's only 6:30 and if I felt like it I could be prepared for tomorrow no problems by 7:15. But instead I am going back to sleep until I feel like watching MacGyver again because I got hungry because I ate dinner too early.
I feel like such a loser for actually thinking about all this. I am retarded. |
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[Jan. 21st, 2006|11:45 pm] |
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TCWAJ and King Frog saves the day. |
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