(NOTE: This was written by a slightly sleep-deprived student shortly before midnight. Please do not take this too seriously. Apologies in advance for any lack of coherence. I am not editing any of this- I'm just flailing along.)
The clock in the corner says 11:29 PM and the clock on the desk says 11:33 PM. Most people wouldn't think it's much of a difference, but I'm a student and every second counts. Seconds count if you're submitting a paper with a midnight deadline or sprinting halfway around your school to make it before the late bell because if you get four tardies you get detention for four hours on the weekend and it sucks. And now you're sitting at your desk and trying to remember to sit up straight and not slump (because according to your mother and the Internet, you'll regret it in forty years), and you have writer's block and tons upon tons of inspiration at the same time. Your English rough draft sits in its binder patiently, near-illegible scribbles covering the front and back. Hopefully the teacher won't actually read over these- she'll probably mark you down because of the sheer inability to read anything that's on the paper.
The chapstick from the little round container is too sweet on your tongue, even though it's usually your favorite chapstick for that exact same reason. It tastes like candy but it's 11:33 PM now and it's much too late for that kind of thing (although coffee does sound really great). You know you're supposed to go to bed soon, but you have all these ideas crashing around your head and you have to write them down or you'll stay awake for an hour, staring at the ceiling, wondering how you should phrase this sentence or that, and then you'll pass out at 1:24 in the morning and then complain that you only got four and a half hours of sleep-- oh wait, tomorrow is late start, so you'll get five and a half.
Five and a half hours of sleep, one hour of general getting-ready-ness, seven hours of school, four and a half hours of golf, one hour of general winding-down-ness, and then it's 8:30 and you haven't done any homework except for those chem notes you took in the car. You fall into bed at 12:47 and it's the same cycle all over again until the wonderful, glorious weekend where you can sleep in and slack off.
Now it's 11:38 and you're irritated because you got a 99 on your math test (sometimes you really hate graphing calculators and their stupid exponents that are so awkwardly formatted) and because your mom won't let you start filling out that form for the National Honors Society-
-and now you remember that you're supposed to be emailing your teacher from last year so he can write a letter of recommendation for NHS, although it's really short notice and you hate to bother him because he's really busy (obviously; he's a teacher), but you really really want that letter because if you don't get into this stupid honors program you'll feel like you've failed and every time your genius friends start talking about it you'll think about all the things you would have, could have, should have done and feel guilty all over again...
It's 11:41 and you're reminded of that time last school year when you emailed your math teacher a little past midnight to ask if there were step functions on the algebra final, and I guess emails must show the "sent" time because he said to just go to sleep and then my mom saw it but just laughed and oops, fail.
It's much too late to be up, your family is asleep, your honors application shouts your name, your ring is stuck on your finger because your hands are hot, it's 11:43 and you should really send that email--
PUBLISH POST
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Durr
Just a quick update to say I haven't died. D:
It's 11:45 PM and I just finished my chem homework. That pretty much explains why I haven't been blogging AT ALL (and partially because I'm a procrastinator).
Once golf season ends, life will be so much easier. I got home at 7:15! WHAT IS THIS MADNESS.
It's 11:45 PM and I just finished my chem homework. That pretty much explains why I haven't been blogging AT ALL (and partially because I'm a procrastinator).
Once golf season ends, life will be so much easier. I got home at 7:15! WHAT IS THIS MADNESS.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
In which I complain about various things
So today I started school. I have quite a bit to say about THAT, so I just decided to make a list. It's part of my self-campaign to get my brain out of Don't Give a Crap about Anything Besides Avatar mode and back into Actually Motivated to Do Important Things mode. (This is not helped by the fact that my best friend and all my relatives don't start school for at least another week.)
PRO: We finish school on June 1.
CON: We started today (August 18).
PRO: This year, our first-semester finals are the week before Christmas break, so during break, we don't have to worry about anything.
CON: No more Christmas-induced laziness for a week right before break.
PRO: Shiny blue locker instead of crappy yellow locker.
CON: Shiny blue locker located in most crowded corner of school.
PRO: Chemistry with two people that I actually know very well.
CON: Chemistry. Every day. All year. No breaks.
PRO: Get to see multiple friends again.
CON: Don't have any classes with said friends. Must resort to sitting together in chapel and talking for six minutes at a time between classes.
PRO: Spiffy new backpack (with polka dots, I may add).
CON: Separation anxiety involving myself and old, worn-out, reliable backpack.
PRO: Lots of people to interact with.
CON: Lots of people to interact with.
There's also the added stress of HOMEWORK and AP CLASSES and WAKING UP EARLY, of course. (In case I haven't mentioned this before, I am forced to drag myself out of my immensely comfortable bed at the ungodly hour of 5:45 AM.)
But despite all that, I actually like school.
Now all I have to do is get that book about How to Not Die During AP Chemistry*...
I suddenly miss middle school. A lot.
*If this book actually exists, PLEASE TELL ME. I'll love you. Forever. Platonically, of course.
PRO: We finish school on June 1.
CON: We started today (August 18).
PRO: This year, our first-semester finals are the week before Christmas break, so during break, we don't have to worry about anything.
CON: No more Christmas-induced laziness for a week right before break.
PRO: Shiny blue locker instead of crappy yellow locker.
CON: Shiny blue locker located in most crowded corner of school.
PRO: Chemistry with two people that I actually know very well.
CON: Chemistry. Every day. All year. No breaks.
PRO: Get to see multiple friends again.
CON: Don't have any classes with said friends. Must resort to sitting together in chapel and talking for six minutes at a time between classes.
PRO: Spiffy new backpack (with polka dots, I may add).
CON: Separation anxiety involving myself and old, worn-out, reliable backpack.
PRO: Lots of people to interact with.
CON: Lots of people to interact with.
There's also the added stress of HOMEWORK and AP CLASSES and WAKING UP EARLY, of course. (In case I haven't mentioned this before, I am forced to drag myself out of my immensely comfortable bed at the ungodly hour of 5:45 AM.)
But despite all that, I actually like school.
Now all I have to do is get that book about How to Not Die During AP Chemistry*...
I suddenly miss middle school. A lot.
*If this book actually exists, PLEASE TELL ME. I'll love you. Forever. Platonically, of course.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Me against the world (or something)
Just now, I had a bit of an epiphany.
When some high schoolers talk about their First Time, they're talking about doing the horizontal naked dance.
When I talk about my First Time, I'm talking about watching Sozin's Comet (season 3 finale of Avatar: The Last Airbender).
When some teenagers think, "Oh, $*%&! Mom found my stash!", they mean drugs.
When I think that, I mean my rapidly growing collection of fanart I've drawn.
When some girls see Jackson Rathbone in a movie, they scream "OH MY GOD, IT'S JASPER!!"
When I see him, I scream "OH MY ROWLING, IT'S SOKKA!!"
A lot of teenagers count their favorite quotes as "So the lion fell in love with the lamb" and "You're my personal brand of heroin."
I count my favorite quotes as "Geeks shall inherit the earth" and "Maybe we can get some giant pots of glue, and then I could gluebend his arms and legs together!" "Yeah, and then we'll show him his baby pictures, and all the happy memories will make him go good again!"
They get excited when they study cell phases because it's the lab Bellaphant does in Twilight.
I get excited because I can identify each stage without checking the bio book.
They get a high from drugs.
I get a high from reading a good book.
At science camp, they hope to meet hot guys.
At science camp, I hope we can kayak wherever we want.
They shriek during bio dissections.
I ask if it's mandatory to wear gloves.
And finally...
They can quote a paragraph of Twilight.
I can recite the entire "The Boy in the Iceberg" play verbatim.
And I, unlike them, know what "verbatim" means, how to use it correctly, a few synonyms and antonyms, and that I should put quotation marks around the word when using it in this context.
When some high schoolers talk about their First Time, they're talking about doing the horizontal naked dance.
When I talk about my First Time, I'm talking about watching Sozin's Comet (season 3 finale of Avatar: The Last Airbender).
When some teenagers think, "Oh, $*%&! Mom found my stash!", they mean drugs.
When I think that, I mean my rapidly growing collection of fanart I've drawn.
When some girls see Jackson Rathbone in a movie, they scream "OH MY GOD, IT'S JASPER!!"
When I see him, I scream "OH MY ROWLING, IT'S SOKKA!!"
A lot of teenagers count their favorite quotes as "So the lion fell in love with the lamb" and "You're my personal brand of heroin."
I count my favorite quotes as "Geeks shall inherit the earth" and "Maybe we can get some giant pots of glue, and then I could gluebend his arms and legs together!" "Yeah, and then we'll show him his baby pictures, and all the happy memories will make him go good again!"
They get excited when they study cell phases because it's the lab Bellaphant does in Twilight.
I get excited because I can identify each stage without checking the bio book.
They get a high from drugs.
I get a high from reading a good book.
At science camp, they hope to meet hot guys.
At science camp, I hope we can kayak wherever we want.
They shriek during bio dissections.
I ask if it's mandatory to wear gloves.
And finally...
They can quote a paragraph of Twilight.
I can recite the entire "The Boy in the Iceberg" play verbatim.
And I, unlike them, know what "verbatim" means, how to use it correctly, a few synonyms and antonyms, and that I should put quotation marks around the word when using it in this context.
Friday, July 30, 2010
In which I draw, spaz, and get sick
I fail so hard. The last time I posted was what, July 12? SORRY ABOUT THAT. My brain is on summer mode- I don't do anything unless it's related to Avatar: The Last Airbender (but only watching or drawing) or seeing my friends (but only sometimes) or reading a new book (but only if I really like it).
Basically, summer mode = empty space where brain is supposed to be.
Since I start school on the freakishly early date of August 18 (ridiculous, right?) at the ungodly hour of 7:30 AM (torturous, right?), I'm going to have to shape up soon.
In regards to drawing:
In case you guys didn't know, I have a deviantART account. I'm getting better at actually putting up some of my art, but I don't have a ton. Right now, I have a couple new ones, because it's Zutara Week. For those of you who don't watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, you can just skip down to the part about me being sick. For those of you who do watch, keep reading. You may or may not find this interesting. Or boring. Whichever. >_>
Zutara Week started this past Monday and continues on until Sunday. Even though it's Day 5, I'm still in the middle of my Day 4 comic. (Fail much?) If any of you are bothering to devWATCH me, I'm going to color in my Day 2 submission later on, after ZW ends and I have more time.
Chatspeak alert!
MOAR TIEM. I NEEDZ IT NAO.
For those of you who don't watch ATLA, Zutara is a shipping term. For Zuko and Katara. Yeah. It's pretty intense.
In regards to spazzing:
I have two reasons to spaz.
Every day of this past week (Zutara Week), when I log in to dA, I have more than TWO HUNDRED new messages in my inbox.
WHAT. THE. HECK.
Yup. We Zutara shippers are devoted.
This morning was a new record- 368 new messages, four of which were actual messages and 364 of which were notices about new artwork in the ZW group. CRAZINESS.
Another reason to spaz:
Since I'm in the ZW group and all, this gives me an actual opportunity for other people to see my work. I keep getting comments and views and faves and...
OH MY GOSH THIS IS SO AMAZING I'M SO HAPPY IF YOU GUYS EVER READ THIS SUPER MEGA THANK YOUUUUUU FOR TAKING FIVE SECONDS TO LOOK AT MY ART INSTEAD OF JUST SKIPPING OVER ALL THREE HUNDRED MESSAGES LIKE I DO SOMETIMES EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*cough* I'm done.
In regards to getting sick:
Yeah, this morning I woke up feeling all sluggish and lethargic and generally gross. So much for going on that college tour. On the bright side, I have more time to draw!
Blog again soon!
Basically, summer mode = empty space where brain is supposed to be.
Since I start school on the freakishly early date of August 18 (ridiculous, right?) at the ungodly hour of 7:30 AM (torturous, right?), I'm going to have to shape up soon.
In regards to drawing:
In case you guys didn't know, I have a deviantART account. I'm getting better at actually putting up some of my art, but I don't have a ton. Right now, I have a couple new ones, because it's Zutara Week. For those of you who don't watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, you can just skip down to the part about me being sick. For those of you who do watch, keep reading. You may or may not find this interesting. Or boring. Whichever. >_>
Zutara Week started this past Monday and continues on until Sunday. Even though it's Day 5, I'm still in the middle of my Day 4 comic. (Fail much?) If any of you are bothering to devWATCH me, I'm going to color in my Day 2 submission later on, after ZW ends and I have more time.
Chatspeak alert!
MOAR TIEM. I NEEDZ IT NAO.
For those of you who don't watch ATLA, Zutara is a shipping term. For Zuko and Katara. Yeah. It's pretty intense.
In regards to spazzing:
I have two reasons to spaz.
Every day of this past week (Zutara Week), when I log in to dA, I have more than TWO HUNDRED new messages in my inbox.
WHAT. THE. HECK.
Yup. We Zutara shippers are devoted.
This morning was a new record- 368 new messages, four of which were actual messages and 364 of which were notices about new artwork in the ZW group. CRAZINESS.
Another reason to spaz:
Since I'm in the ZW group and all, this gives me an actual opportunity for other people to see my work. I keep getting comments and views and faves and...
OH MY GOSH THIS IS SO AMAZING I'M SO HAPPY IF YOU GUYS EVER READ THIS SUPER MEGA THANK YOUUUUUU FOR TAKING FIVE SECONDS TO LOOK AT MY ART INSTEAD OF JUST SKIPPING OVER ALL THREE HUNDRED MESSAGES LIKE I DO SOMETIMES EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*cough* I'm done.
In regards to getting sick:
Yeah, this morning I woke up feeling all sluggish and lethargic and generally gross. So much for going on that college tour. On the bright side, I have more time to draw!
Blog again soon!
Monday, July 12, 2010
A small excuse for a blog post
So my best friend sends me this link with a very vague and confusing description.
What I thought it would be: Some really random video with a guy jumping up and down in a banana suit or something.
What it was: A 20 Questions-type game in which you can use any character. It tries to guess who you're thinking of...
...and it's almost always RIGHT. It's one of the freakiest websites I've ever found (in a good way), and it's actually kind of awesome.
And to prove its freakish accuracy, I present our (meaning my friend and I) combined results! They're organized alphabetically by first name, just because I'm OCD like that.
Characters it guessed correctly
~Aang (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
~Alice (American McGee's Alice)
~Darren Shan (Cirque du Freak)
~Ender (Ender's Game)
~Jin (LOST)
~Larten Crepsley (Cirque du Freak)
~Nudge (Maximum Ride)
~Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)
~Steve Leopard (Cirque du Freak)
~Toph Bei Fong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
~Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Characters it couldn't guess
~Max Vandenberg (The Book Thief)
~Kat Bishop (Heist Society)
And yes, Toph has a last name. Who knew? (I DID!) Yes, it IS Bei Fong. Technically, since Avatar takes place in long-ago Asia (probably), she'd be announced as Bei Fong Toph, but that's just me being nitpicky and Asian.
What I thought it would be: Some really random video with a guy jumping up and down in a banana suit or something.
What it was: A 20 Questions-type game in which you can use any character. It tries to guess who you're thinking of...
...and it's almost always RIGHT. It's one of the freakiest websites I've ever found (in a good way), and it's actually kind of awesome.
And to prove its freakish accuracy, I present our (meaning my friend and I) combined results! They're organized alphabetically by first name, just because I'm OCD like that.
Characters it guessed correctly
~Aang (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
~Alice (American McGee's Alice)
~Darren Shan (Cirque du Freak)
~Ender (Ender's Game)
~Jin (LOST)
~Larten Crepsley (Cirque du Freak)
~Nudge (Maximum Ride)
~Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)
~Steve Leopard (Cirque du Freak)
~Toph Bei Fong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
~Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Characters it couldn't guess
~Max Vandenberg (The Book Thief)
~Kat Bishop (Heist Society)
And yes, Toph has a last name. Who knew? (I DID!) Yes, it IS Bei Fong. Technically, since Avatar takes place in long-ago Asia (probably), she'd be announced as Bei Fong Toph, but that's just me being nitpicky and Asian.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Oops. Again.
Hi, my name is Nightshade, and I'm ridiculously forgetful.
AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH. I haven't posted here since... uh... okay, it says June 13. EPIC FAILURE.
I am SUPER SUPER SUPER sorry I haven't posted! I was actually on vacation for a week, but for the rest of the time, I was just being a procrastinator/forgetter. Oops.
Anyway, just a small update because it's 11 PM and I don't have much time-- I'll update more soon, I promise! I'll virtual-pinky swear! *pinky swears*
Peace out, Girl Scout!
AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH. I haven't posted here since... uh... okay, it says June 13. EPIC FAILURE.
I am SUPER SUPER SUPER sorry I haven't posted! I was actually on vacation for a week, but for the rest of the time, I was just being a procrastinator/forgetter. Oops.
Anyway, just a small update because it's 11 PM and I don't have much time-- I'll update more soon, I promise! I'll virtual-pinky swear! *pinky swears*
Peace out, Girl Scout!
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Poll results! YEAHHHH!
Yes, you read right- it's time for the POLL RESULTS. *confetti explodes out of ceiling*
I made this poll when I was planning the Saga, so naturally, it had to be about spicy food. (It was also right after that time I went to that really good Japanese restaurant and accidentally forgot to scrape the wasabi off the chopsticks BEFORE I used them again... ow.)
Anyway!
QUESTION: So how's your spicy-food tolerance level?
40% of you guys (two people) said that you were medium-ish when it came to dealing with Teh Spicy (that was not a typo).
20% of pollers (one person) said that they weren't so good with spicy food, and could only take mild stuff.
Another 20% (one more person) said that they were tough enough to down the REALLY spicy food.
Aaaand one superhuman said that they were the Grand Master of Spicy Food. (Whoever that was, congratulations. Don't blame me when your tongue burns off, okay?)
No one said that they never ever (EVER!) eat spicy food, and no one said that they were complete wusses who writhed on the ground in pain upon coming in contact with something remotely spicy. It's a good thing, too, because I would've been kind of worried.
Now excuse me while I go eat. I am STARVING.
I made this poll when I was planning the Saga, so naturally, it had to be about spicy food. (It was also right after that time I went to that really good Japanese restaurant and accidentally forgot to scrape the wasabi off the chopsticks BEFORE I used them again... ow.)
Anyway!
QUESTION: So how's your spicy-food tolerance level?
40% of you guys (two people) said that you were medium-ish when it came to dealing with Teh Spicy (that was not a typo).
20% of pollers (one person) said that they weren't so good with spicy food, and could only take mild stuff.
Another 20% (one more person) said that they were tough enough to down the REALLY spicy food.
Aaaand one superhuman said that they were the Grand Master of Spicy Food. (Whoever that was, congratulations. Don't blame me when your tongue burns off, okay?)
No one said that they never ever (EVER!) eat spicy food, and no one said that they were complete wusses who writhed on the ground in pain upon coming in contact with something remotely spicy. It's a good thing, too, because I would've been kind of worried.
Now excuse me while I go eat. I am STARVING.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
OMGWHAAAAT.
Hello, faithful blog readers!
As you can see, I've been AWFUL at posting here now that school's out. (Finished on June 3, before everyone else! HAAAA!) I don't even know what day of the week it is! Wait, actually, I do. It's Wednesday (I think... yeah, it is). I only know this because I'm keeping track of THIS week because everyone else is getting out of school tomorrow/Friday and I need to know
Yeah. I do that out of the kindness of my heart. I simply OOZE kindness. Yeah.
I should probably do more in the Saga, shouldn't I? (I probably should.) But the thing is... I don't want to. (Noooooo!) I mean, I know I said I was going to, and I really don't want to break a promise, but... I'm just not really into it.
Oh, screw this. I'll just tell a short story about the "Exploding Soda" part of the Saga title, and then shriek about a new Rick Riordan book (EEEEEEEEEEEEE).
The Saga of Freakish Salsa and Exploding Soda, Part III: In which the soda actually explodes.
Earlier in the night, my friend had mentioned that he had some soda, which I then wanted (I can only go so long with being slightly dehydrated, you know. For any guys out there, girls actually do need to do things like drink and eat and sleep).
He said that the soda was in the fridge in the garage. I said that obviously I'd never been there before and had no flipping idea where the garage was, let alone the fridge in the garage. Therefore, the soda hunt commenced.
Two seconds later, I found out that the garage was located in a very convenient place that I really could have found on my own, but I didn't know where it was in the first place, and- never mind. WE WERE STANDING IN THE GARAGE, OKAY? OKAY.
"Ooh, root beer," I said, taking a can down from the top shelf. "Gosh, I haven't had a root beer in so lo- WHOAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
That last part was because I'd cracked the top and foam and gone flying out all over my hands.
And then it was because I'd taken a step back... not realizing that there was a step behind me, which caused me to balance on one foot, trying to NOT fall backward onto the various pieces of junk in the garage, one arm windmilling like a cartoon, the other trying not to spill any more of the exploding soda...
...all while my friend stood there, staring at me in complete awe of the fact that any one human could be so freaking uncoordinated.
Oops.
After several seconds, I regained my balance (without dropping the soda!) and stood there, trying not to panic at my near-death experience.
"Whoa," my friend said. "Uh... you okay?"
"Uh, yeah. Heh heh... heh..."
"Wow. Don't die, okay?"
My thought process: Holy crap he is touching my shoulder I think my face is red is it red? it totally is oh my goodness I am an IDIOT and I almost died and my hand is sticky from soda and SQUEE--
"Okay."
*END*
Next up, Part IV, which contains a possessed Christmas hat and extreme boredom. (No, seriously.)
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Ridiculously uninspired.
Well, the title's true.
I CANNOT THINK OF ANYTHING TO WRITE (for the Saga, at least).
I know, I know. There's no such thing as writer's block, suck it up and write, get over it, blah blah- I GET IT. I just CANNOT WRITE TODAY.
Well, now that that's been settled.
If there are any Avatar: The Last Airbender fans out there, they just redid the movie website and it is OMG AMAZING. (I have it open in another tab! Squee!)
There's also a lovely update about it on YouTube from Jeff Palmer, the guy who did all the other updates where he micro-analyzed every single thing ever released about the TLA movie.
In other news...
-My Internet connection is horrible today
-Finished a new picture that I can hopefully upload to deviantART soon
-Working on an anti-Twilight pic, too
-Wouldn't let a friend borrow my copy of Frankenstein for the summer, because I can't possibly go without Victor's amazingness for an entire summer
And I may post tomorrow, but Tuesday through Thursday? Nothing new. See, there's this thing called finals...
I CANNOT THINK OF ANYTHING TO WRITE (for the Saga, at least).
I know, I know. There's no such thing as writer's block, suck it up and write, get over it, blah blah- I GET IT. I just CANNOT WRITE TODAY.
Well, now that that's been settled.
If there are any Avatar: The Last Airbender fans out there, they just redid the movie website and it is OMG AMAZING. (I have it open in another tab! Squee!)
There's also a lovely update about it on YouTube from Jeff Palmer, the guy who did all the other updates where he micro-analyzed every single thing ever released about the TLA movie.
In other news...
-My Internet connection is horrible today
-Finished a new picture that I can hopefully upload to deviantART soon
-Working on an anti-Twilight pic, too
-Wouldn't let a friend borrow my copy of Frankenstein for the summer, because I can't possibly go without Victor's amazingness for an entire summer
And I may post tomorrow, but Tuesday through Thursday? Nothing new. See, there's this thing called finals...
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