So, I've decided to repurpose this journal as a writing notebook, of sorts. If you want to read about my actual life, go to la_coppelia and hang out!

For now, I'll be working on the fanfic 100 challenge--I've got some ideas, but nothing actually written, which means it's time to buckle down. I'll be reorganizing and changing things this summer, and hopefully by the time school starts I'll have everything all nice and tidy.

So, as part of my New Year's Resolutions, I decided to be more committed. I like livejournal, so I'm going to update more, not that there's much in my life that's that interesting. 

This past week, I've been really sick--luckily, Monday was MLK Jr. day and Wednesday was a snow day, so I didn't miss that much. Plus, I've been watching season two of House; I only have two more disks to go! The gag reel and "It could be lupus" montage were great. 

I've also resolved to start writing more seriously--I'm good at it, and it's really very therapeutic. Plus, I need to start practicing for college (!!). 

Oh, that's right--I'm going to college! I got my acceptance letter from SMU, and they've offered me a tidy scholarship; I just got the letter yesterday that they're considering me for the Honors program, which is really great. I still need to apply to UT, but I'm automatically accepted if I'm in the top 10% so it's not that big of a deal. 

Happy New Year, y'all!

And also, apparently, a masochist. How else do you explain me signing up for the ACT for a second time? But no, a 32 just isn't good enough for me. Plus, I'm planning on taking not only the SAT I (for the second time), but two SAT IIs. The SAT IIs are required to apply to Harvard, but...why do I have this psychotic need to take the test again? What will it really prove?

That I've learned more since January, apparently.

I've been back in school for a week. One week. And I'm already freaking out. I hope Harvard, Boston College, and UT are happy when I end up with an ulcer and bleed to death in my sleep in one of their dorms.

So that was a little morbid. But right now, it's looking like a pretty accurate prediction.

Also, my schedule sure won't help any. I have an off period, right? And what do I do with it? Volunteer to tutor the freshmen who failed the math and science TAKS tests. They failed the TAKS. The impossibly easy graduation requirement that made me almost cry with boredom every year I had to take it (that's pretty much every year since third grade) because the administrators were so scared we would cheat we couldn't bring books into the testing room and I always had at least two hours to wait for everyone to finish. Because the TAKS isn't even timed. And I'm tutoring these punks out of my own free will.

My other schedule problem is that there wasn't a Spanish III class when I had room for it, so I'm doing "independent study" Spanish III while the senora (with a tilde over the 'n', of course) teaches the Spanish IV/V AP students. Based on my experiences in the class, I can already tell I won't really learn all that much.

Hopefully this is all just back-to-school jitters, which will pass soon. If not, that ulcer looks increasingly likely.

So, I have recently had a great epiphany concerning band. I don't give a shit. Well, I do, and I want to play well, but if the directors schedule auditions at the worst possible time for me, that's their problem. I can't really be bothered to care if they exclude my work this year in the selection process or not; it'll be their own fault when it's a freshman and a sophomore in Wind Ensemble who don't know the high notes. And, if they move me down, I'll have more time. I could be deluding myself and actually be devastated when/if I'm moved down a band, but I'm desperately clinging to "mind over matter" now. 

In other news, I just got back from a meeting/seminar with Boston College, and it's the best college I've met representatives from so far. Plus, I think I might have a chance with the whole Presidential Scholarship thing, so...I'm totally applying. Not now, but I will. 

My sister's dog had an allergic reaction to his Lyme disease vaccination, so he's in the doggie hospital. She's begging on the street for vet money.

Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ishavedmylegs.

OMG, what kind of feminist am I???? The one thing that clearly marks me as a feminist in this itty-bitty town, and I get rid of it. Forget feminist, what kind of person am I? To abandon the ONE thing that marks me out as an individual for the effing prom. My dress is full-length! It maybe shows my ankles, with heels! I didn't have to shave them!

I realized that the first moment I started, but then there was the one (sort of) clear patch and I couldn't just stop. I had decided and I couldn't back down. So I shaved my legs!!!!!

Am I just afraid of sticking out? Am I not comfortable with my beliefs? I don't want to shave my legs, but hairiness just didn't go with the dress, which is green and satiny and shiny! Damn you, patriarchy! Damn you, satiny dress! Damn you, heels which are both pretty and comfortable! Damn you, media brainwashing with your five gazillion shaving commercials aimed at teens! I am susceptible, damn it all!

I think I will go look mournfully at my razor now. Not in a "OMG-emo!suicide" way (especially since the razor's kind of electric), but in a "holy-shit-I-shaved-my-legs-with-that-bring-the-hair-back-now!" way.

I am so excited about this three-day weekend, it's kinda hard to keep still. My best friend is staying over, and it's gonna be crazy fun. PLUS I got one of my prom dresses in the mail today, so hopefully I'll get the green one soon...I heart eBay. 

In other news, Doug died from a heart attack, probably drug-related. Doug of course is the guy who tried to strangle my sister to death, so...I'm not upset about it. At all, really. In fact, I'm just happy that Sam doesn't have to deal with all that crap anymore--she was going to have to renew the restraining order Wednesday, and I believe the trial was scheduled for June sometime. Forgive me for not giving a crap that he's gone.

And now, a matzo recipe, because I want to have another copy. Plus, it's Passover. 

PS- I love the froggie on my mood theme. Watch him go! *bouncebouncebouncebounce*

Erm...so, in a fit of "oh noes, school is back!" woe and emo-ness, I drowned my sorrows in...online quizzes?



Sad but true. There will be a real entry...sometime.

Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Gone With The Wind

"Great balls of fire. Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me sugar."

You Should Date A Swede!

You're a romantic, albeit an understated and practical one. It's more about a steady partnership for you, not unrestrained falling Your Swede will give you the unwavering love you crave While making up some mean pancakes and meatballs on the side!

Your Aura is Blue

Your Personality: Your natural warmth and intuition nurtures those around you. You are accepting and always follow your heart. You in Love: Relationships are your top priority, and this includes love. You are most happy when you are serious with someone. Your Career: You need to help others in your job to feel satistifed. You would be a great nurse, psychologist, or counselor.

Your Element is Water

Your power colors: blue and aqua Your energy: deep Your season: winter Like the ocean, you evoke deep feelings and passion. You have an emotional, sensitive, and spiritual soul. A bit mysterious, you tend to be quiet when you are working out a problem. You need your alone time, so that you can think and dream.

You Are Liz Phair!

Sexy tough indie girl... Who's not afraid to be a little girly "I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess"

Things I have learned through various means in my life:

1. Never get involved in a land war in Asia. Even in Risk.
2. 42 is always the answer. Even in Risk.
3. Never commit a crime wearing a letter jacket. Especially not your own.
4. Children's shows (aka Power Rangers) are addictive.
5. Having fleas sucks big time. No pun intended.
6. Cats are extraordinarily hard to give away.
7. Trigonometry is NOT MY THING.
8. Neither is physics.
9. References to obscure Hallmark miniseries will be passed off as the babbles of a bedlamite.
10. Volvos really are "boxy, yet safe."

I feel really tired for some reason. Like, about to accidentally eat the space key tired. And I still have that effing physics homework to do...

I'll do it in class tomorrow. I really can't wait for spring break, guys, really really really.

Plus I'll have time to work on my fanfiction that has been dead for a while now. And that novel. And some scholarship essays. And practice bassoon, so I can keep my solo in "Tudor Psalms".

Also, I have received the spiffington award for total gibberish on the ljdq. It was a reference to "The 10th Kingdom," I swear!

Time to go read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn in all of its dialectal glory. Or I could not read it and read Discover magazine instead.

Dude, Discover wins. Yes it does.

So I'm trying to register for the ACT, yes? It's like having to do one of those 300-question "Getting to know you" things that invaded the Internet forever ago. Except it's worse because you have to pick just one thing. And they want to know my major and I'm sitting here getting more and more frustrated and finally yelling "I don't know what the mess I want to be, okay? STFU!" at the screen, and then I had to clean out the fishbowl. It was alright though, because the poor fish was about to die from the nasty water in there.

I put SAGU as my first choice, then DHS. Sorry, Mad, but Mom was like, "It starts at eight, right? Do you really want to drive all the way up there?" and it made an incredible amount of sense.

EDIT: Happy Birthday, Kate!

Whoohoo! Sister gave cat to Mad and family, so she's quit whining about that. And it is a nice cat, Mad, it's been fixed and had its shots and everything, though it hasn't been de-clawed. Sister's going back up to Boston and looking for a roomie, by the way, if anyone online reads this and is interested.

Er...TAKS test today, last time ever for the ELA!!!! That prompt sucked hardcore though; no fair, Board of Education, for giving us terrible, boring promts!

I was sick today too--just really headachey and nauseated, with some muscle pain thrown in for good measure. I also had a low-grade fever (only 99.1 F) so I felt justified in calling Mom and whining to be picked up. Totally haven't even started on DE stuff, should get on that. Oooh, maybe I'll make my first To-Do List on lj. Woohoo!

I've got an academic UIL meet in Red Oak on Saturday till noon, I think. Till what time will you be at Solo, Mad?

So I'm getting my VOE form tomorrow so I can start Driver's Ed. I'm only...two years behind. Yessssss.

I'm thinking it will take me maybe three days to get all the classwork done so I can test for my permit, so in the best case, I'll have my permit by Tuesday. I hope.

I don't know why I'm suddenly so adamant about getting this thing done. Maybe I'm just tired of having it hanging over my head. But there's the fact that my "practice car" won't start...we'll have to get that fixed.

Writer's Club meeting today went well. I need to get more people in it, though. Does anyone have any propaganda ideas? Anyone? Anything?

I'm feeling really unsteady and I don't know why. I'm shaking like a freaking Chihuahua. Grrrr.

So, Mad, any plans for this weekend?

Apparently I missed waaaaay too much that was happening while in a school/sudoku/essay/Hindemith frenzy. pottersues  and babb_chronicles are back! That made my day.

I really don't have very much to say. I've been doing schoolwork and hacking through the Hindemith Sonata all week. I needed this break. Fo' rizzle.

Warning: Sudoku is seriously addicting. Really, really addicting. Like crack, almost. Or Oreos, at least.

Erm...so the holidays were rather interesting. Christmas was alright, spent the five days between Christmas and New Year's at the ranch with extended family (who gave me tons of books and a Dillard's gift certificate, right on guys!) and then New Year's back up in D'ville at Jessie's. However, New Year's Day one of the girls in my sister's apartment complex ODed on crystal meth and died, so I spent all of the second at with my sister stealing her books (Me Talk Pretty One Day, Hypocrite in a Pouffy White Dress, and FBI Girl). Except for the shrine the meth death's family left in front of her door, all was good at the complex, if extremely awkward. And my sister's dog has reached new levels of neuroticism.

Yes. That is all.

Oh, except school. January's gonna suck big time, guys.

Gah! So Mrs. Jenkins apparently needs new people for Academic Decathalon and she propositioned me. I, being the doormat I am, caved. And now I'm sad, because I have to spend all of Christmas break reading over the basics of Renaissance music, literature, and art, not to mention basic debate, anatomy, and maths.

That plus Moby Dick, UIL Spelling memorization, and the Hindemeth Sonata I chose for my effing solo, Christmas is looking to be kinda hectic.

Not to mention finals...especially PreCal. Apparently, since I got an index of 212 (out of 240) on the PSAT, my couselor thinks I'm in the running for at least a National Merit Commended Scholar. So, I get extra pressure on my exams to "keep up the good work." Dude, Calculus is going to be crap. As is physics, but I don't have to worry about that till Friday, so I can procrastinate on that hyperventilation. I will be so happy when this week is over.

Yes, I am quite late. However, I don't think anyone cares and I was busy with finals reviews. Am busy with them, as a matter of fact.

I've also been working on fanfiction...I write quite a bit of it, but rarely post it. I should work on that. Especially that one that's been simmering on the back burner for like a year.

Hmmmm....

So...this is cool. Um, I love to write but I'm still kinda unsure about this journal, so I suppose I'll just dive in.

My sister and I spent our Thanksgiving "lightly toasted," which allowed me to get out of taking asprin every four hours on the hour. I guess that's good.

I can't wait to join the roller derby team, but to join you have to be eighteen--liability and all that.

I'm sure I'll have something more interesting to say next time, but we'll see--school starting tomorrow and all, I'm not even sure I'll have time.

What am I saying? It's Texas--not like there's much else to do!