With the sudden arrival of a somewhat decent social life -graduated high school whooo and all that- I can't think of much to post except that I've only slept two hours -two separate naps- since yesterday. After a cheeseburger for breakfast at five in the morning (earliest breakfast ever), the tired feeling magically went away, but that may have been because we could see the sky lightening from inside IHOP and my biological clock went ticking.
Time passed by quicker than I would have thought; I haven't stayed up all night in more than a few years. I phail at insomnia, but maybe my sleeping schedule's the reason I've been able to slack off in school and still pass.

Though the time it took to complete high school took about expected, for-e-vers. Wheee.

That's why I was out all night/early morning-til-7, graduation ceremony and subsequent celebration. Every year the school throws an 'Operation Graduation' that lasts til about 5 in the morning so kids won't get drunk in Mexico, and my particular circle of friends thought 'Sure, why not.' We were given fake money so we could purchase raffle tickets for door prizes. If you participated in the games available, you got money. I was tired though, so I ended up losing most of my money at the gambling tables. Even so, Ian's non-grad guest won a lot, was able to get plenty of tickets, and still none were called for the prizes. 37 tickets at our table, and none won. But -of course- around seven or eight kids win not once, twice, but three or more times. One got two TVs. Two.
Still nice hanging out with people before we all separate, though. I saw a lot of faces when we were forming two parallel lines at the ceremony; my group was near the lead for the second line, so I saw plenty of people in the first line. Peculiar experience.

So. Graduation. Hells yes.

ps: I realize that breakfast at IHOP doesn't explain the gap between 5 and 7, so. Afterwards, we went to the lake to see the sun rise over the horizon. Pretty. <3

Prom? Better than I expected. I met people and was greeted, and AWESOMELY DID NOT WEAR A DRESS. No, at the last minute I pulled out this suit I had planned to wear for Speech class, but the theme for Prom was Las Vegas, and this blazer looked very Vegas-y if left open with a white shirt underneath. Not to be vain, but yes, I did feel a bit confident about my appearance for once, yaaaaaay.
I also danced, and my friends and I tried gathering cards from other tables so we could have a full deck to actually PLAY-ACT VEGAS with, but alas with emerged still missing several cards. Five of hearts, where did thou runneth?
This would be longer, but I'm tired [edit: and, several hours later, lengthened]. Because Prom was actually halfway fun. (and HAHAHAHAHAHA I got to be a voyeur.)

It was lulzy voyeurism, because I only parked next to them since they were at the edge of the parking lot. So as I pull up I notice to my right there's a girl giving me a nervous look from inside the SUV next to me, and LAWLS there's a dude on top of her glaring at me. Course, I just think LOL and walk away nonchalantly, then turn back to see if they've regained any modesty but AngryDude's now out of the car still GLARING at me. I give him a shrug which I hoped would communicate 'You think I care?' and walked back towards IHOP (friend-group was meeting to eat after Prom) to talk to Ian, and whilst Ian was telling me something I turn back out of curiosity and LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL the the passenger door is open and they're at it flat on the seat with their clothes on, where aaaaanybody can see their antics. And someone does see them, two unfortunate folks I happened to talk to later. I told them I laughed at their hesitant back-up away when they were going to park next to the clothes-secksing couple (but I was laughing more at the 'we can't find an abandoned area in DitchedfromUSville!' couple). On my way out of the parking lot -had to get gas- I honked my horn. When I came back they were gonesssss.
I really didn't think there were people stupid enough to play it in a parking lot with the door of their vehicle open, room for splayed legs or not. Get a room, or do THE OBVIOUS: GO TO THE LAKE, [like everybody else]. Dolts.
I realize there is probably excessive capslock/lawls/incoherent but really. I did not expect this event to occur, and I find it extremely silly. People are hilarious.

Actually, now recounting this reminds me of something I wish I hadn't learned, and now I am sad. I don't like smoking, and I'm kind of shocked one my friends does it. I mean, the dad does it so I suppose it's not surprising, but still. That's great if you don't get lung cancer. I might not be so lucky, though, why are you so inconsiderate?
I'm just going to go ahead and fan over Avatar some more to cheer myself back up. (ho crap finale Azula. I saw it when it first came out, but watching it again is still homigoooood)

How will I die? Your Result: You will die in a car accident.   Please, continue to buckle up, and try not to speed. More likely than not, it will happen very randomly and quickly. Occasionally, this result stands for death in a plane crash. Do not fear transportation. Avoid becoming a hermit, you cannot escape fate.
You will die of boredom.
You will die in a nuclear holocaust.
You will die while having sex.
You will die in your sleep.
You will die while saving someone's life.
You will be murdered.
You will die from a terminal illness.
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How much. Would you like to bet. The offending car. Will be. A. Truck.
I think I'd take the truck over lung cancer, actually.

As it turns out, I can draw a little better than I thought I could. Thus, drawing Azula from Avatar: The Last Airbender makes me happy. Given, it's a very simple pose, and I've messed up with the arms a bit, but I still like how her face came out. Sparse, but 99% of the time if I try drawing a person, they have no faces. Or heads. And God forbid I try -lips-. Because I'm a perfectionist in that I don't even want to try something I'll mess up. So the fact that she has a face is an accomplishment in itself. Hair's a bit skewed too and face might be a bit long blah blah blah oh well, THERE'S A FACE, O happy day.
She's possibly mad because I was stupid and accidentally took the photo in black and white so I couldn't take out the blue lines. Pencil's not that dark, dark but not so much to the point of where you can see my pencil strokes as strongly, I just played with the contrast so it'd be easier to see.

In other news, I think the burn on my thumb was actually a blister -popped it, and now it looks familiar- and the one on my arm is now much redder than the original pink. I only noticed because Freddie pointed it out to me how it looked worse. Wut. :(

I'm going to try not posting until I'm happier. (Prom may or may not affect this)

Watching Star Trek makes me happy. It's a good movie, and they didn't botch it up like I thought they would. This is my endorsement to those who don't hate science fiction and are curious about it. It's slightly dorky, but that could just be to pull in original series fans. I appreciated it.

PS. Got another burn, yays. Except this time it's on my arm, because after I was finally got the grip to release the rod that was being annoying by on/offing the arc (buzz-crackle-fzz-buzz-crackle-fzz instead of 'fzzz~'), it proceeded to further vex me by slamming back towards me, and while my gloves are large for me, they do not reach up to my elbow. Resorted to aloe vera again, obviously.
But though I let the curious keep their thoughts on how it must have hurt, it didn't quite. I put the aloe vera because I expected pain afterwards, but it never really came. During that second or two, I did feel something wrong, but it wasn't particularly painful. It felt wet, which I guess would be skin melting or something. I mean, part of it has peeled off, but a tiny part; unfortunately, the lower half of the mark just looks like crayon smeared on instead of something partially cool. Thus, people are free to speculate how it must have hurt.

The burn on my thumb, on the OTHER [ARM] QUITE LITERALLY, feels like bubblewrap now, and I want to pop it. So much. But I'm curious as to how it heals without being scraped off, so I'm going to try to ignore temptation and let it... do whatever. Contrary to what my vocation would imply, I do not get frequently hurt by heated objects.
After this burn I haven't bothered trying to wear sleeves when I'm welding; the sparks don't hurt anymore, ha.

( Long dull story short. )

We're reading A Midsummer's Night Dream in English. So far it's sounding fun.
Also, the gas jumping up twenty cents? Not cool.

Raaaaaaah

Got that math back above Physics, though considering I did well (I think) on the six weeks exam I might actually -pass- that class. I'll be waiting for snow if I do. Going to fail Independent Studies because TRIGONOMETRY pwns my arse horribly, but I'm not worried much. I've got too much frustration bubbling about the world to care about one of the few things that I can see make sense, just can't comprehend for the moment.
Yeah, going to wait for snow if the those two inverse their trends.

Reading Gone With the Wind, because I saw the movie two weeks ago and actually liked it. I'd seen snippets, but never stuck around because I thought I didn't like it. Now that I see it's not all everyone-dies-or-hates-each-other I do like it. See, those are the only parts I ever saw - where someone dies or someone hates someone. Strikes my interest now; Scarlett kinda reminded me of Ashe, how determined she was to not take things lying down and being goaded on by unattainable interests, open ending included.
Book's being slow, but I'm willing to trudge through it so far.

Pig flu. I'm calling it that because swine flu is silly, like avian flu. You're going to cut short 'influenza', I'm going to cut short 'swine'. Pig flu. Next, they will be warning me about my turtle's mad turtle disease. Just you watch.
But if I don't post in over a month you can assume my mom brought the bug over from her very recent trip past the border for my sister's Confirmation dress. :|
Or that this local tuberculosis scare doesn't like me. Yeah, one person in January, three people in February, undisclosed amount in March! Because one doctor could not diagnose one kid with TB symptoms in a TB-high-risk county.
Smart lot.
So now probably half the school's been tested, both my siblings included. I haven't, but considering the very slow amount of info slipping to us where the infected loiter about their education, I might be called in during summer yaaaaaay.
My teacher had us clean the desks and wash our hands because of that swine influenza business.

This same teacher is having us write a short story, and if I haven't whined about it yet:
frakfrakfrakfrakfrakfrakfrakfrak
I've got a thousand words done. I want the plot to be developed, but I'm not sure if I'm going to have enough space in the book we're supposed to copy/paste it to, so I'm cutting descriptions which I'm sure is a no-no. And my dialogue's so bloody stiff. I want it sounding somewhat formal as the setting would dictate - I got prompts that magically fit into fantasy genre, ha - but I want it FFXII-level of formality, not downright romantic chivalry. :(

As a kid in SA I attended a child day care center on Kelly Air Force Base (parents have always worked as federal civilians), and since I was apparently too young to be allowed to use the probably child-sized rockwall climbing gig they had set up or watch Free Willy, I had to find other sources of entertainment when it was a rerun of Pokemon or someone else was playing Carmen San Diego or whatever it's called on the computer.
This was the Nintendo 64, and though Ninja Turtles was alright for action, Paperboy was just -awesome-.
I don't know why. I really don't. But Paperboy has a much nicer feeling in my memories than Ninja Turtles. Wasn't it just throwing papers and dodging sewer grates? It was fun.
Oddly enough, one of the first things I salvaged from the ranchito Dad bought a year ago was a SuperNintendo, from a ditched van with bullet holes in the windows and walls.
Yeah, the previous owners' house burned down some years ago, and rumor running is because of drug connections. Which is why they had to sell it, because officials caught wind. Or so the rumor mill dispenses. Anyhow, now it's just another peaceful little place like my aunt's -which is right next to it- where several crossings probably occur, but as long as they don't bother anyone it's not like anyone seriously cares.
It is also the resting place of a Corporal F. S. Hicks, Company A of... the 16th Cavalry Company? Can't remember the exact wording, but his plain white grave marker's there, which is why I'm not camping or spending the night there anytime soon. (And the possible alien crossings.)
Which makes me wonder if the cavalry companies always carried markers with them. Hm.

Today's major news is: I -finally- get it, what the hell these sines and cosines and tangents are. Since they were first introduced to me I just did not comprehend what these numbers were supposed to mean, how they were related to the numbers being placed. I refused to spend any time with them for their nonsensicality, and have failed every quiz/test dealing with them. They're ratios, freakin' ratios! Sine and cosine are ratios of the non-hypotenuse sides to the hypotenuse, with the tangent the ratio of those non-hypotenuse sides to each other. That should be obvious given the common explanation of sin/cos/tan is [side]/[side], but no, teachers here (maybe elsewhere, America?) do not teach kids to further think on that - it's similar to pi in a sense; pi is only ever explained as 3.14longarselineofnumbers, never as to what the hell it actually is (how did so and so come up with it?). I'm thinking it's a ratio of sorts, and I've only figured that because my physics teacher had us measuring several cylinders where I noticed a pattern between something and somethingelse no matter the cylinder's size. No one else in the class caught on, and it wasn't something to be specifically learned from the lesson.
Of course, in order to learn what sin/cos/tan were, I had to do some independent study out of class(lol name of class wut). Further reading revealed what triangles had to do with circles, which while had me going WTFRAK MATH for awhile eventually made me happy as I learned trigonometry is not as insane as I thought it was. Unfortunately, I'm still stuck on how triangles which are related to circles can be related to waves. But if triangles can explain circles I guess it's not impossible to say they also deal with waves.
What a great multi-tasker, trigonometry.
For some additional irony, my math class is dealing with trigonometry waves the same time as my physics class deals with waves. Lawls. (which is sort of why I looked up this whole triangle-circle-wave business)
No wonder I'm failing both. Although, there is an interesting comparison between
math quiz I crammed all morning over: 60 (low, but actually higher than what seemed to be the class average)
physics test I tried cramming from textbook during lunch but gave up after one page: 83 (class average was 50-something)
Trigonometry, I demand an explanation.

( Shajik furthers the insanity )

Though, you know, with as much frustration as I've built up over how much utter contempt I hold for much of the world's general sins, figuring this out actually made me feel a -lot- better about things overall. Something here makes sense, something here can remain a steady hope as long as it's kept in knowledge.

Guuuuuys. Guuuuuys. So I was thinking about the Ajora-Paradox for Ivalice. The Magick Pot bestiary entry says a Saint Ajora was born 2000 years before FFXII's events, with the founding of the Kiltias religion. He/She/It sets off to form a new sect, and nothing else is said.
This directly contradicts with the Ultimania timeline, which would state an Ajora is born a decade after FFXII game canon. Given, they've put a question mark by it, but why mention it if it didn't mean something?
Come FF Tactics, the story of Saint Ajora then is that He/She/It was born during golden age of technology, when airships plied the skies.
2000 years before FFXII, the First Saint Ajora, is too early for airships; they weren't made until probably some years after the Galtean Alliance's founding. Bestiary entries state moogles crafted airships centuries ago, but if it had been more than a thousand years I'm thinking that would have been mentioned specifically, like Saint Ajora's being born 12 centuries before in FF Tactics. (haha timeline) At the moment I can't distinguish if this means the first Saint Ajora or the second, but I'm figuring Second just because it's more recent. As well, the bestiary entry doesn't state the execution of the first Saint Ajora - something noted in the fable told in FF Tactics; nor does it mention the church that did it, or any other churches.
Although, that could just be because they had already packed more information than usual into that entry. Ha. And they don't want to tie themselves in yet, in case they choose to make a story of it. Moving on.
So going by airships in existence and people's collective memory, I'd strike down the original Saint Ajora as FFT-Jesus-Man. Rather, going by game canon, I'm inclined to believe the Saint Ajora who joined with Ultima was born a decade after FFXII. The Occuria, the creators of the Espers/Lucavi, which Ultima is, have had their hold on humanity shaken; it wouldn't be unreasonable that Ultima learned this and chose to start a new rebellion. (the previous rebellion is not in the game, but more bestiary-lore HOW I LOVE THAT BESTIARY. SRSLY.) Starting by convincing everyone Ajora's a child of the gods and sinking landmasses and causing mass cataclysms, perhaps in an attempt to revert humanity to a dark age similar to the entite's rampage millenia ago. More bestiary-inferring there.
And then Ramza's ancestor somehow killed Ultima, but not before moogles and apparently every other race besides humes went extinct, thrusting the world whole into the current dark age of FF Tactics.
I'm not sure where to fit the Zodiac Braves into this yet. I need to replay Tactics and not just try mastering every job.
I need to play Vagrant Story - happens shortly after FFT, apparently. OF COURSE. The Ajora-Paradox could just be a mistake on some novice writer's part, meaning really nothing at all. And Matsuno probably doesn't have Ivalice's history plotted out exactly. The fact that it's so vast already is pretty damn amazing in itself; could just be a mistake.
But this shall be my headcanon and I shall hug it until I find contradicting evidence (I probably will). :<
I'd totally buy an Ivalice game of Ajora the decade after FFXII, by the way. Even if the characters die. :(

edit: I forgot something. A decade after FFXII isn't stated, but I find it hard to believe the governments and churches mentioned in Saint Ajora's tale would pop up so quickly - they're certainly not mentioned in FFXII game events.
Hm. Could be history changing the names, and foreign religions from the corners of the continents coming in. That's possible, yes? Continue on then, headcanon!

Yep, I got lazy.
While in San Antone though, I did see an opera. A comedic one, but an opera nonetheless. I was too tired enjoy it as much as I could have -it ended an hour before midnight-, but it was still entertaining.
And I think I'm having another almost-nosebleed. Las time I mentioned it, it never really came; dried and got sneezed out. This feels looser. I do not like it, even though it doesn't give me the headache the other one did. This is just irritating my nose now, but I'd like to know why it just won't go already. :(

( I'm experimenting with lj cuts )

I had an April Fool's joke. It went like this: My car's door is fixed, guys!
And then when people went, 'Really?' I'd go, 'Nope. April Fool's.'
But then I realized that there are probably zero humorous devices in joking that my car looked pretty again.
Because, you know, being coincidence's common companion is a sin when you're accompanying a pretty car. You may only associate with beat up pickup trucks if you're prone to be [frakked] by the fickle finger of fate.
That last phrase is something Freddie and I found in a slang dictionary last year.
There are twenty year old slang dictionaries, as it turns out.

PS: The Postal Service is an awesome band. I think 'The' is part of the name, anyway. Still an awesome group.

( actually supposed to be Sunday's entry, part 1 )
Planning to post shorter second part, but I might be lazy.
Cutting because/I finally got/my class ring.
And it is pretty.
:)

Unfortunately, within five minutes I dropped it and scuffed the band on the outside.
Sigh.
Still has my initials inside though, wheee.

( I'm probably too young for this meme, ha- Ten Years Ago dotdotdot )

I like how they add 'legal' at the bottom. (StuCo, student council)

So I'd actually post something of mediocre substance, but truth is my mind's gone and scattered it's focus on me. Tales of Vesperia/Battlestar Galactica/Watchmen is pretty much how it's gone. Oh, and the ever-rare angry dream. Sister-in-dream went and put a poster at my bedroom window, and now people were asking me for a job while I was trying to sleep (in a dream, lawls), and I was about to go confront my sister when Mom woke me up. Being woken up early on a weekend didn't help the temper dissipate. :/

( That phailed attempt )

If one more kid shouts 'Learn to drive!' at me while I'm driving,
if one more person uses the verb 'wreck' to describe what happened to my car,
if people keep giving me a 'Yeah, right.' look when I explain,
I am going to run someone over.

Conniving coincidence calls me a common companion (...too lengthy, yes?), two cars pulling out at the same time is indeed entirely possible, stop giving me the look that says I'm either entirely guilty or I'm crazy.
Little kids, shut the frak up. Do you really believe everyone has the patience to listen to you? Watch your news channels.
Just because there is a dent in the door and the right rearview mirror's been removed does not mean I 'wrecked' it. Wreck implies multiple changes in geography of a car's frame, whereas I have one pretty clean dent that did minimal damage to the paint. And the mirror was knocked off, not mangled. It was the plastic that broke off, it'll be easy enough to replace. I could have kicked that thing off if I wanted to break the plastic. Wreck is not the word to use. Banged, messed up, screwed up, jacked up, fine. But not 'wreck'.

Dad's saying the door might need to be replaced.
:(

Car is rather distinctive, so did obvious alter.
As I said. No, it isn't all that bad. Last I checked, it still drove.

edit: I would like to clarify that by
little kids
I mean dolt freshmen students, not actual children.
I know they're freshmen because every other high schooler actually knows me and never insults me directly for some reason, and I know they're not elementary school because they're too tall. The middle schools are too far for them to cycle along at the pace they go in comparison to school's ending, so. Dolt freshmen.

Self-analysis. Somewhat. Definitely do not feel obligated to read at all, because it has turned into Monster Wall of Rambling Text that is not entirely comprehensible.
( I'm going to be truthful today. )

I was originally going to rant about how the higher government is doing near nil about our gangster neighbors to the south: freaking Juarez, Juarez, had their chief of police resign because that joke of a government in Mexico couldn't protect their police officers from the cartels. I was going to complain hardcore, because I know that if the cartels keep their plow going, which they probably will, they'll eventually make it to this most idyllic of all border towns, and it won't be such a great humble place anymore. Tornadoes dodging in the last half hour and hurricanes dying before arrival won't matter if people get randomly shot for being in someone's line of sight.
Then I might have chosen to ramble about Physics and how I think my teacher's purposely adapting his curriculum just for me, or how Speech looks like it's going to get very much in the way of my graduation and maybe I'll just pull a [person] and do a GED. I know that's more cowardice, but I wanted to rant anyway.

As it is, though, I come to once again put 'i got funnily hit by a truck' as a tag.
I was using that tag as a joke. I did not mean to jest at any particular supreme being. I was very glad to be perfectly fine.
Trucks, I was only suspicious when you turned too fast around a pedestrian-filled corner, I did not go and kick you for nearly hitting my sister walking by me.
So why must you back into my car and knock the right rearview mirror as well as up-jar the door?
I shouldn't have gone back for my math textbook; I would have left earlier and not encountered that truck-driving junior. Not like I'd do the homework anyway. WHY DID I GO BACK FOR THE TEXTBOOK.
The damage isn't too bad, really. I overreacted at first, just because hey, getting hit is a mite stressful.
(lawls, I didn't feel stressed when I actually got hit while on a bike, but I actually said the other version of 'frak' when I stepped out of my car. BIPOLAR MATERIALISTIC AMERICANS. I actually feel bad for yelling that now, because it was nothing terrible, not really. I just needed a way to vent, and I wish I could have come up with something more refined)
Neither of us remembered what we were supposed to do after an accident, so I just got the girl's contact info and license plate before going back to my car and sitting to rationalize for awhile. Finally got through to Mom after ten minutes of calling, who then transferred me to Dad, who then calmly reminded me to call the police.
I'm such an idiot. A lot of the time.
My dad then reminded me that if the truck suffered no damage, they could end up being lame and just saying the accident didn't happen. Which then made me feel more stupid since their truck did take no obvious damage. Hung up and called the police, then called a friend to de-stress. When cops came they alerted me to the video camera at the top of the football stadium pointed to the parking lot, so hopefully that got it. I called the girl afterwards, she didn't seem like she'd cop out with a 'I didn't do anything' response, so here's to hoping it all goes well. I'm calmer now, and honestly I don't really mind too much of a dent in my door. It's not horribly big. Just impossible to not notice, but maybe people will stop confusing it with the Imposters that don't have a central black stripe or spoiler.
This accident report would be a lot easier to fill out if I actually paid attention to what kind of truck hit me. Maybe I'll call her tomorrow. That sounds like a good idea, 'Hey, let's meet so I can show what they'll give you and I can take your car's info!'
To clarify, the accident was pretty much both of our faults. I backed out a little too fast, I think, and she was just too high to see my car clearly. We were in opposite sides of the driving part of the lane, so when we backed up we hit each other. Orange right door meeting dark green tail end.

Yours dearly, journal,

Shajik

I got accepted to UNT. :]

I can still get rejected if my GPA falls to the fourth quarter of the class, but assuming another 100 students don't drop out like 30 did in the first semester, I should be good.
Those jerk drop outs knocked me down from top 25% to second quarter. :(

But maybe my GPA'll fall anyway due to random circumstances of fail such as my being an utter failboat and actually freezing in Speech class while speaking.
I didn't say anything for about 10 seconds, not because I didn't know what to say, but just because my voice was coming out so freaking jagged. I ended up just skipping the whole middle of my subject to get it over with quicker, after finding my voice again. This doesn't really make sense, since I've spoken in public before. I don't know why I choked; I ended up leaning on a table for support because my limbs did not want. To. Work.
Phail.

I think I'll be able to make it though. With one shaky class comes a relatively easy class, Architectural Blueprints (apparently not called Drafting after all). We haven't really done much so far, and it seems the grades are more participation based than knowing technical stuff. So whoo.
Physics is still be a pain in the arse- yes, it's dropped since 64-day. Math is also being annoying, but not as much. Because everyone else in all the other classes also failed the recent logarithm quizzes of confuzzlement.
Not regular logarithms, no, that'd be fine. Graphing them. And shiz.
At least I didn't get a 20. Or a 2. Which are both grades I noticed being earned. Mine was a 47/9. The highest in all the classes was a 69 though. Mep. Betcha today's test over it didn't go so well! :D <---- note: sarcastic indeed

I, uh, got chocolates today.
I haven't gotten anything besides cards. Ever.
So yes, I'm a bit stunned. I just met him this year, by which I mean school year, and thus later of last calendar year.
Unfortunately, I don't like chocolates much. >>
I did say thank you, of course. But I'm guessing I'll just let my family eat it; I didn't want to say 'Um, I don't eat chocolates. Here.' He just thrust it out at lunch telling me to take it, and I thought he was joking at first so that the kid next to me wouldn't steal it. But no, it was for me, apparently. The other girl who sits at the table had chocolates too, and I think they were from him also, but I'm not sure.
It's Career Week, so I had to bring the candy back with me to the Welding display (we were presenting for all three lunches skip Physics YES). Felt kind of awkward bringing chocolate over to a giant barbecue grill until Nietas told Mr. G and Mr. G told Jesse, who then summed up the reaction of all people involved in 'Daaaamn.'
I then felt that maybe I should feel a bit insulted, but I was too busy enjoying the fact that apparently it is possible for me to get chocolates this time of year.
That was nice of him, and by him I mean Chocolates Giver.

As for the subject title, I am noticing that my current Physics grade of 64 is higher than my previous six weeks grade. Maybe I'll actually pass this time.
I'm doubting so, because Morty chose to up the homework by twice the amount last semester. It hurts my chances so.
I don't know why he tolerates students calling him Morty in their jokes. Not when they're this immature, and I won't go further into what that's supposed to mean because it's so incredibly stupid at times.

I thought I wanted to major in studio art with a concentration in Metalsmithing, but now I'm thinking Composition (music, wut? SAKIMOTO?), which wasn't supposed to happen because I was supposed to be thinking of a more productive alternative, i.e. something that I wouldn't rely so heavily on chance for. So far all I can think of is teaching (something simple, like English or Geography), and oddly enough unlike years previous that idea seems alright.

Yeah, I don't know what I want to major in. And it's annoying me because if I want to take an art course, there's a lot of other art courses to stuff into four years; harder to decide to switch to it later, money/time wise. Music seems a little less restrictive, but I'm not sure I have a chance in it. Though, it's not like I think I have much of a better chance in art either.

I guess we'll just wait and see if I can get my AWS welding certification and hope there's an entry level job available in Denton for someone certified G1, as backup. :<
My dad hasn't even mentioned my getting a job, but I'm getting a little tired of leeching. And if I don't leech he gets less a right to try getting me in the girls' dorm.
I don't even know why he would suggest that. Dad hasn't talked to me about anything concerning guys or etcetera, and the only way he knows that I know about such things is that I watch Scrubs and a few other shows which have no problem discussing sex. The closest he comes to acknowledging such things to me is that there's sick people out there, which I kinda already know thanks to good old San Antonio.
He's not saying I have to stay there if I go, but no, I don't get why he thinks he can suggest that repeatedly if he skirts the subject, and it's piquing my interest.

(And Physics is seriously starting to piss me off and parking at UNT is $180 wtfrak, but whatever. For now. Because UNT also a minor in Japanese available, and if I'm feeling academic I'll go after it, if not I'll just take a few classes anyway.)

Greed:	Medium
Gluttony:	Medium
Wrath:	Medium
Sloth:	Very High
Envy:	Very Low
Lust:	Very Low
Pride:	High

The Seven Deadly Sins Quiz on 4degreez.com

It's actually a lot of code typed out. Heh.

I was happy last night, because I was actually able to translate a full sentence from one of the FFXII volumes. But then I realized these three characters could be one word, or two words. And then I tried playing with the possible combinations by utterly guessing grammar rules and realized the sentence could go three to five ways. So now I have to translate the lines above to get the context. :(
This also made me realize I probably would have been able to learn Spanish easily if I had just read the children's books in Spanish that I had thought below my reading skills (even if I still didn't know what the heck they were saying). I'm pretty sure that's why I'm currently pretty good in English, by reading Barney Goes to the Zoo plenty of times and going on to read more complicated things.
I see Pride's high up there.

Maybe that's why I had the crackiest dream of my car driving off by itself -because it's a standard, OF COURSE IT'LL ROLL A TIGHT LEFT TURN, that's what dream-sense said- and turning from the street onto land and then appearing up on the road it had turned from and then falling off the dam.
I have no freaking clue what was meant to be happening.
There was other nonsensical stuff too, but my car's orange so it was the brightest most obvious easiest thing to remember. I know the car rolled off after a parade.

So, um, I was going to post stuff. But I can't remember now, because as I was internally monologuing to lessen my expectations of a certain package in the mail, the certain package appeared.

So now I've got two volumes of FFXII manga to read through, and for the moment I'd rather attempt to decipher them than post what I've sadly forgotten by now, even though I probably won't get another chance to post soon since I'm grounded. Fwee.

Oh! I know one of the things was I'm tired of the 'write about your hero' essay that every English teacher seems to throw out since third grade. Not only did I have one at the beginning of this year -which I didn't do, of course- my Speech teacher now wants us to do one.
I tried thinking hard about a hero of mine. I could really only think of the following:
My hero is my bike Envoy, because Envoy deflected enough force for my only injury to be a sore shoulder and hurt foot instead of being entirely run over when I was hit by a truck. Go Envoy.
I really don't get what's with the need-a-hero thing. Isn't that just TV? Eh, I'm pretty sure he won't mind if I just put people who have admirable traits. I mean, the last two classes we had were yo mama jokes (between Jesse and the teacher) and 'relationships'. The relationships discussion was only slightly civil, as the environment was already ripe for conflict since all the girls except for me and one other sit on one side of the classroom and all guys except three sit on my side. It was amusing.