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Nobody ever told me that finals week of junior year ranks with half-days and Flex Day eves for callow sloth.
Rather than spill out a glistening pile of half-finished thoughts, I will gather the bloody tatters of my dignity about me, like a maiden wrenching her muddied skirts to her knees, and depart to bed.
posted on Tuesday, May 25, 2004
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My eyelids are mounting a petulant little rebellion. I'll cave to their demands soon enough, so I wish they'd back off for a bit.
To all purposes, school is over. Finals will be entirely perfunctory this year. I think today's Classical Society Chariot Race was probably one of the highlights of the week, which will alert any well-rounded reader to the fact that this week has been duller than a rust-bitten butter knife. Class wasn't so bad today, though, since we could all sign each other's newly acquired yearbooks instead of just killing time. Oh, and messing with the Van de Graaff generator in Physics wasn't bad either. Seeing an inch-long arc jump from your hand to another's is amazingly cool. Feeling it is amazingly tingly, and also a bit painful and spasm-inducing.
And now, a quick perusal of the newly released Community Bonus Pack 2. You know you want it.
posted on Thursday, May 20, 2004
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AP exams have so far gone swimmingly enough. English Language, Calculus AB, US History, all good. Physics B, a little more iffy, but I don't mind screwing up one as long as I kick ass on the others.
Tomorrow is Latin Literature, the very last AP exam of them all, and it feels suitably ultimate. I've prepared for this exam like no other in my life, thanks mainly to Stapleton, and it'll be an adjustment when I go back to class. I've been taking ten minutes per quiz for as long as I can remember.
I wish I could say that APs are responsible for the lack of bloglovin', but unhappily this isn't the case. I can only point a quaking finger at the absurd laxitude that has gouged my soul as the school year grows rather too ripe for the common palate. My muse has also been standoffish of late, probably out of jealousy, and jealousy is nothing more than desire with an edge of resentment. I always knew she was after me.
Either the temperature should go down by about ten degrees, or the powers that be should open the pool early. I suppose I shouldn't complain, as I have access to air conditioning and ceiling fans. Still, I did enjoy those days when I could stand outside without the silence rhythmically broken by the dripping of sweat.
posted on Thursday, May 13, 2004
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"Everybody has their moment of great opportunity in life. If you happen to miss the one you care about, then everything else in life becomes eerily easy."
- Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
Of course, I've been reading the Hitchhiker Trilogy again. Lest anyone be concerned, I don't feel that quote applies to me; not yet, anyway.
I noticed today that rain doesn't only bring out colors, but scents as well. Probably wouldn't have been noticeable, except for springtime and the associate rush of plant life. I guess spring imposes itself upon all of the senses -- the brilliance and odor of the newly blossomed, birds chirping inanely, the sudden standstill-sweating weather. I've left out taste, I know. I could cite fresh fruit as another springism, but it doesn't fit, somehow. Four out of five's pretty good, enough for most colleges. Perhaps the acrid tang of AP apprehension would be a better candidate.
I spent several hours last night trying to get through to my dad. I've been grounded for a week now, and this is to continue through next weekend. It's not the grounding that frustrates me -- at times before I've had only myself at fault -- but the pigheadedness behind it. Basically it's because I didn't know that I needed to try out early for a competition that I shouldn't have had to go to, because I'd already fulfilled the requirements compelling me to go. I've taken notes on the situation in greater detail but it would be pointless to put them here. The situation is ridiculous at all levels of magnification.
Is it a waste when one spends time accomplishing nothing? I spent the time because I had a chance, not because I was assured success. But what do I have to show for it? In some alternate reality, I succeeded because I tried. I hope that other me's grateful. I tried because I wanted to be with her. Because I tried, I ended up not even having time to call. Oh, the angst.
posted on Saturday, May 01, 2004
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