Well, as far as first days back at school go, I guess this one turned out fairly well. It had its ups (little homework, nice and easy start, plus I found out that one of my friends is in the same Foods class as I am =D) and it had its downs (lost my right contact about halfway through the day and spent the rest of it squinting through one eye, discovered that yes, we are going to spend a unit in English on Sons and Lovers OH PLEASE NO WHYYYY)
All in all, it wasn't too bad. I'll miss my lack
Wait okay, so I was pretty sure I had at least two other blog posts since December of '11, but they've both vanished now. Huh. This post has been brought to you by apathy. -Helio
You know, I gotta hand it to the man; as much as I hate slogging through Sons and Lovers, DH Lawrence is really, really good at writing frikkin' creepy, screwed up relationships. As if the aforementioned novel wasn't enough proof of that, The Prussian Officer has got so much twisted homoeroticism going on between the protagonist and eponymous character that I think I'd seriously eat my hat if it wasn't intended to come off that way.
DH Lawrence, why are you so creepyyyyy...
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I SAW A SHOOTING STAR. FOR LIKE, THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. (Okay, my brother insists that I've actually seen one prior to this sighting, but his memory isn't the one that counts here, so ha HA.)
BUT ANYWAY, IT WAS ALMOST DARK, AND WE'D JUST PULLED INTO THE DRIVEWAY AND BEHOLD! AS I LOOKED UPON THE DUSKY SKY, A SHOOTING STAR CAUGHT MY EYE!~
Also, I am ditching the whole Roman numeral deal. Silly word filter won't let me have two capital letters right next to
So I've decided when I grow up I'm going to marry a Spaniard.
Said Spaniard and I shall have one set of fraternal twins, one female, one male. The girl shall be Indigo and boy shall be called Inigo. The former will have large, purple-y blue eyes, and she shall be left-handed. The latter shall not. A third child of either sex named Ichigo is also acceptable. (My Spanish husband is half Japanese. Maybe some Italian thrown in there too.)
Oooooor maybe I'll just adopt. It'd be a heckuv
At last, BZP's anniversary rolls around again! Meaning that for the second time since joining this website, I have my very own free blog for one whole week! Take that, Alex! Praise be unto the glorious administrators! This is freedom of expression at its finest!
Now, how do I use this thing again?
Alright, so I'm not exactly the sharpest knife in the... place where they put knives. At least, not when it comes to basically anything related to common sense and/or technology. (Also spel
BET YOU DIDN'T SEE THIS COMING. > HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! LET'S MAKE THIS Ajkkuiftkiukvigvugvusaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
Sorry. Fell asleep on the key board for a minute there.
I wonder if this is anything like what a hangover is like...?
So, last night, I believe I broke my own personal record for staying up. You know how it's a custom to usher in the new year by staying awake until midnight and welcoming it w
So, guess what happened today? We got our gas turned off!
Apparently none of the bills we thought we were paying actually got paid, soooo now we're stuck without hot water or an oven until tomorrow evening when the company sends someone to turn it back on. Because they couldn't do it today for... some reason.
On the bright side, since we can't cook anything, we got to have pizza for dinner.
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Nope, not dead yet. Sorry.
Ay ay ay ay ay. I don't know why, but I've had no energy for BZP lately. Several times this week I've thought to myself, "Y'know self, you really should make a blog entry. The year's gonna go by faster than you know it, and if you don't start posting again soon, you're gonna regret it once January 1 of 2012 rolls 'round." But there really wasn't all that much to talk about. I have a theory that once you finally get the opportunity to blog, all things blog-wort
I get why teachers want us to read classic literature. I really do.
I get that they want to try to preserve certain works throughout the centuries by introducing them to newer generations. I get that they want to get kids into good literature. I get that they want to cultivate in us an appreciation for these classics, and by extension, literature in general. I really do understand all that.
What I don't understand is why teachers are seemingly set on undermining those very goals by ass
Bleach animators, I have no friggin' clue what kind of medication you people are on (or what kind you are lacking, for that matter). But whatever you're doing, please keep doing it. And please continue this trend of basing episodes on color spreads. You've managed to take a really lousy mood and turn it completely around.
Anemic milk-drinking vampires>Meyerpires. (sorry Twilight fans; I'm not a rabid hater, I swear. :3)
*Wanders off singing Orihime's pumpkin song*
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Well, it's the 25th. Meaning that I have squandered away a week of a free blog, with a grand total of two entries. Hall-e-lu-jah.
I really need to get a life.
So, what happened to me today? I voluntarily responded to three people who talked to me and felt the faint glimmer of hope for the human interaction I have not had with anyone outside my family for... a long time. So long... I walked/jogged 3/4 of a mile. I goofed up about half the problems on my math homework. And finally, I
Official art released for the upcoming Nick miniseries Avatar: The Legend of Korra:
This sequel looks amazing. I'm so excited for it it's insane.
Why does it have to air after I go back to basic cable? ._.
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So, you might ask, "Midnight, where the heck have you been? What have you been doing this whole time?"
To which I reply, "BLARGH I AM SO UTTERLY SO-SO IT ISN'T EVEN FUNNY," and then apologize for capslocking at you and calm down somewhat. Bleh. I'm so not ready for school tomorrow. I spent the majority of my weekend either working or stressing about work. Mostly the latter. Though I did get several days off last week thanks to the blizzard apocalypse. Actually, it wasn't much of a bliz
Yeah, I don't got much t' talk 'bout. But hey, might as well get at least one entry in per day for this week. Better 'n' nothing, right?
...Don't answer that.
So even though I took my finale yesterday, I still have to go to Health class for two more days. (Yep, I got stuck in summer school. Just that one class; was s'posed to take it last year, didn't get to it, so here I am.) Yeah, I don't really get it either. But tomorrow I get to wake up at 6:45, go up to school, and play the "di
SO. I've officially had a blog for one whole week. And such a prestigious anniversary obviously cannot go by without celebration or commemoration of some sort. This is my blog we're talking about after all. As in belonging to me, Mazo's sister/Midnight Sun/MS: Optimistic Cynic/Midday Moon/Shot by a PHYSICIST!/~Acedia~/~Sol de Medianoche~.
*Takes deep breath*
So yeah, anyway. After much careful consideration, I have finally come to a decision concerning what to do to celebrate this tru
So. Here I have it. After all the times I’ve thought to myself, “Hey I wish I had a place to tell everybody I know about X”, I have, for one week, all blog all to myself. A place to tell the world all my amusing anecdotes, complain loudly, impart sage wisdom, make brilliant witty remarks, and force my opinion on people. The one place where it really is all about me.
Sweet.
Or rather, it would be, if anything remotely worth telling had happened today. Curse this mundane life of mine. E
AASDFGHJKL:GHJKLUJHIKOLFGUJHIKOL::;;. STINKIN' JENOVA. AURGH.
*Calms down and realizes that most of her BZP friends probably have no idea what she's talking about.*
Ahem. So yeah, I've been playing a lot of Final Fantasy VII lately, and I'm just this close to beating the game. However. I died during the second-to-last (I think) boss battle.
"But Midnight," you say, (or Mazo, if you're Alex, or Catlin, if you're ToA, or just Shot by a PHYSICIST! if you don't know me, in which case I m
This is the hairstyle I'd like to eventually have.
This is a slightly shorter version of how my hair is now.
I've got quite a bit of waiting to do.
Continuing with that theme, we ordered these paper stars for my room off e-bay, and they should get here sometime around the weekend. I'm pretty exicted about that. ^^ And it's certainly much more instantly gratifying than waiting around for my hair to grow out.
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Well, today's the last day of winter break. I miss it already. Tomorrow I'm up before the sun to wait out in the cold for the bus to carry me off to experience the wonders of the public education system so that I may one day (in the uncomfortably soon future) grow up to get a good job and have a happy life full of hard work. Oh well, I guess I was starting to get bored anyway. I've spent much of my two weeks of respite from cramming my brain with knowledge sanding furniture, getting orange p
What happens when a bunch of nerdy fans with too much time on their hands get together to theorize and wildly speculate on their favorite series? This completely random crazy awesomeness!
(Disclaimer: None of these particular whacked-out ideas are my own.)
Yes, this is what I spend my days reading.
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So in case you didn't bother to read the title, yesterday was awesome for me.
First, paper stars arrived a few days ago. My mom picked up some florescent bulbs to put inside all of them, and we took them up to my room. Now we just have to hang 'em from the ceiling. Also on the subject of room redecoration, all the storage boxes that were cluttering the place up finally got moved to the attic. Thanks, mom.~
Then the entire family went sledding. Highlights include my brother actually fl
I am a scientist I can observe Describe, categorize, dissect, Even worship Marvel at the genius and splendor of design Bear witness with a scholar’s reverence To the perfect unity of each part But I am a scientist And so I watch in silence And can only wonder At the craft of the creators, the artists, the architects -Helio
After weeks of procrastination, planning, brooding, writer's block, and an inability to come up with a halfway decent conclusion, I finally have something that halfway resembles a draft for my college entrance essay. I'm a little worried about the pacing and such, and if I want to use this same essay for my college of first choice, I'm going to have to cut it down to 500 words... but here it is, for your entertainment. Also, because I probably won't get around to being on BZP tomorrow, merry
On Thursday, the history club that I am part of attempted to have a meeting. Only about half the people showed up out of what is already a fairly small group, so the whole thing dissipated quite quickly. There were, however, three people besides me who came and stayed, and somehow, we ended up creating the Super Political Party. The platform, written on the classroom whiteboard and immortalized on everyone's cellphone camera, is as follows. Super Political Party Strobe lights at el
