It just goes to show that even if I got a 100 on a Timmy test, I'm still horrible at maths. [dies] My mom was like, "You're soooo scatterbrained and you mess everything up blah blah blah and you have to do a problem for like 30 minutes." All I can say is, "The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree, Mom." In all honesty, she totally made a silly mistake too, but in the end it's me who feels like crap because it actually matters for me. Sad face. Maybe it's because I haven't been having egg recently. The rents totally forgot about it, until this morning. It's not panacea, it does take at least 3 days to work.
Found this awesome awesome website dedicated to colour (spelled properly and britishly!) and design. LOVE. http://www.colourlovers.com/ . It's amazing-- users can even name their own colours, provided no one else has claimed it. And most of the designs are lurvely and would be awesome as fabrics. Delivered the flag today, the "H" was coming off D:. Stupid appliques. I bet the cold weather makes the ironing phase nullify itself. God, it's a good thing the competition isn't in someplace really cold. All the stuff would fall off the flag and we would totally look communist.
Went hunting for cowl knitting patterns, found a couple nice, doable ones like
from Knitty. Haha, that's so cute. They have a "mellow" version of it so as to not stump hapless knitter-failures like moi. I need to start making a kind of to-do list so that I don't skip around on projects =_=. Hate having half-assed-baked-finished stuff lying around, looking forlorn, and just begging to be thrown away by the Momster.
On a brighter note, KIM YU-NA STRIKES AGAIN. She's so amazing, and her Bond routine is one of the best I've ever seen. Her performance scored the highest short program total of 44.70 points, and she's currently 5 points ahead of the second place, Mao Asada from Japan. Like I said, a-MAAAAzing. She got a new dress for her routine, too.
WIN.
What I'm reading: math textbooks [headdesk]
What I'm listening to: True Colors by Glee cast just playing over and over in my head
What I hope my parents have forgotten: AMC 10 tomorrow morning
I GOT 100 ON TIMMRECK TEST. THE ONLY ONE, DAMMIT. TAKE THAT, BOYS. Granted, it wasn't the raw score, but since my last score was an 84, I'm not complaining. And lay off, Chris Ying. I'll get there someday.
Thinking about making Selina a beret she wanted.
I think I like this one, from the purlbee.com, the best because it is a pattern that can easily incorporate a wide variety of fingering yarns. Plus, the yarn colorway you see here comes in so many other nice varieties.
Short post today, finished TKAM notes... love the book, it's so touching in the end. Despite the ham. Lol.
What I'm Reading: knitting patterns How I'm feeling: TRIUMPHANT and a little bit SMUG
It's true that when people are high, they often don't remember the things they did or said. Or perhaps they suffered from memory loss. Whatever the reason, I can't remember what happened during break at choir, except that I laughed lots and my friends should pay me for gifting them with more time in their life via laughter. It all happened when I ate those graham crackers... and then I was off about flab and ab and toothpaste. Did you ever realize that ab was in flab? That means that somewhere down there, over the rainbow, there are abs under your flab(s). Like hidden treasure. I had a dream a couple nights ago, when I had abs. I was like, "Whoah, what are these things?" and someone else said, "Dude, those are abs." I poked them. They were strangely non-flabby. Then I was like [WIN]. I also chucked the last graham cracker into the bushes in an effort at rehab. Hopefully they are good composts, unlike corrugated cardboard. Remember- Cardboard no, delicious yes.
I would like very much to make myself a tidy little messenger bag via http://wkdesigner.wordpress.com/2009/08/17/push-the-envelope/. The only thing that sucks about it is that I gotta print out or pdf the pattern or something or draw it myself. And it's not very visual, but oh well. jcarolinecreative.com is also having huge fabric clearance and I so want to get my hands on:
Patty Young's Black Blossoms from Flora and Fauna by Michael Miller
$6.50 /yrd
&
Alexander Henry Fashion for Home's Green Viceroy
$8.00 /yrd
The viceroy is in canvas, so it would be on the outside, and the Black Blossom is for the lining. Hopefully I can get them before they sell out D:
Teh Roolez: Scribble rants have two parts: (a) scribble(s), and a rant. GO!
So today I found the worlds most randomest guy and all I thought was, "God, I want to be his frienemy." His randomness is inspiring-- inspiring enough to make me draw random things. A COMPILATIONS, PLEX:
1. a party monster
2. a party pooper
3. halter top latticework design
4. 8:28 (who knew a giant hotdog needed 2 freaking hours to cook?)
5. a magickal stripey hotdog (based upon Neopets' electric hotdog from back in the good old days)
6. old grandmama
7. a poorly drawn vulcan "salut"
8. a baguette
9. a cupcake bush that does not produce cupcakes
10. a buff leg (don't ask)
11. a misguided drawing of a handgun
12. a fish fossil with a big head and small body eating a fish fossil with a small head and big body eating a bag of Doritos
13. a voluptuous gold-locked cartoon (Fa sho')
14. underwater vaccuum bag creature
15. Matt the Fat Axe Rat
16. Flea number one, or Spanish Influenza
17. Flea number two, or Bubonic Plague
18. a self-destructing slug currently munching its side
19. a do not disturb sign on Matt
20. a innocuous log spewing party streamers
21. me when I'm angry (or what I'd like myself to look like when angry)
22. my iPod with the falling apart right earphone
23. an angel with pasta hair
24. a rainbow that leads to a cloud, no less
25. an "err...wut" thing losing it's soul.
I digress.
FINISHED THE ROBOTICS FLAG :D
it's supposed to be a gear with flaming wings, picasso style? lol phail
I like this side better, just cuz of the digital display which was sooo much easier to cut than anything else, and the prezzels :"]
At first I was totally afraid that people wouldn't like it, but the my mom was all like, "If they don't like it they can effing make it themselves." And I saw the truth. Win.
Yay, America has 5 gold's and Sean White pwned the competition during snowboarding again.
What I'm reading: Panama by Shelby Hiatt
What I'm thinking about: making a Wonderland (by Momo) quilt like filminthefridge.com 's.
MOMO :D I <3 filminthefridge's simple design and quilting
Someone HAS to get me the two Glee music CD's. I spend all my time on Youtube listening to the whole playlist and singing at the top of my lungs. And since I totally sound better in the bathroom, and I can't take the laptop in there, I kinda want it on my 'pod. She works hard, ever day of her life... Somebody toooooo looooooove!
Yeah, nutcase much?
Okay, I missed a couple days of blogging D: too busy with party-ish stuff, you know? Let's look at the highlights.
Friday:
OLYMPICS :D. Opening ceremony was okay, but since I'm that spontaneous person that is easily impressed by loud noises and bright colors that move fast, I thought the Beijing one was cooler. But this one was nice and soothing and I liked it that all the nations' names were said in French first so I could repeat it like some monkey hear, monkey say. It went on pretty long, until like 12 am or so. The sad thing was, this Olympian from Georgia (with a name I cannot pronounce, much less spell) totally died in the morning during luge practice. The video was shocking-- he rounded the last corner at breakneck speeds (145 kmph, or 95 something mph) and he flew out of the sled as it hit the wall, and he flew over the padded wall and straight into the unprotected steel beams. All the doctors and all the EMT's couldn't pull the guy back to life again (sorry, was thinking Humpty Dumpty). I also made the best brownies ever (they were from the awesome Ghirardelli mixes) and they are soooooooooo goooood. Mmmmmmmm...
Saturday: Went RANCHO RUNNIN' with Paigie, Vickie Dickie Dum Dum, and Selina Darlin'. We were only going to do 4 miles, as DK suggested, but then we went on this endless trail that just kept going up 'n up 'n up 'n up (yeah, obviously didn't run the whole thing). Plus, the uphill trails were muddy and slushy and horse-shitty. When we finally reached the ridge that would lead back down, it had been one and a half hours (we started at 10:30 am) and me and Paigie broke out with an NSYNC duet. Then we coasted the whole way down, and I totally beat Vickie and Selina to the opening (THE RACE ENDS HERE). Awesome. Then her dad took us to Ciceros for pizza. We ordered like, two larges and finished them in twenty minutes [ravenous]. It was okay because all that running had created NEGATIVE CALORIES. We were just getting some back. Then I went home, showed Vickie my dangerous shoes, showered and pretended to nap while secretly reading She Went All the Way by Meg Cabot. I really love Meg's stuff. She only tried the "girl needs to be popular, girl becomes popular and gets jock pop bf, girl realizes she loves old best guy friend, girl knows that popularity isn't everything" once, and it was in a pretty innovative way, to. I am SICK and TIREd of those stories. Authors also tend to mess school systems up, saying that their little valedictorian seniors who were super smart had GEOMETRY. Or CALCULUS. They get the physics part right, at least. Had Chinese New Years party at uncle's, went home and slept.
Today: HELLA SORE. Spent the morning cleaning the house up for tonight, realized I had choir which would take up a whole chunk of my time, walked like a gangsta or a cowboy cuz of the soreness. Augh, still can't squat. Blah blah, went to choir, came home to Huo Guo (Hotpot sounds nasty) party, ate, played Brawl and Kart with Andy and David and Sheray, now this. Oh, and lovely Glee. (It's my liiiife, it's now or neverrr, I AIN'T GONNA LIVE FOREVERRRR)
Ow, I cracked me pore back (bad attempt at Irish accent?).
How wuz yore week'nd's?
What I'm Reading: Terribly Twisted Tales by A Variety of Authors What I'm listening to: GLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE How I'm feeling: Sore, and wishing Meg Cabot stories came true (being shot at by guys on snowmobiles, anyone?)
My grandfather died ]; . He was 93. He had Stage III liver cancer. It is sad. I never really knew him, so it's not like I'm gushing tears of a wounded soul, but yeah, it's pretty melancholy.
Also, every time I burp I taste hot dogs. Okay, that was kind of gross. And my dad just came and accused me of typing out a line when he came just so I could prove that I wasn't chatting online. I'm like "wtf, how could I be chatting?? I'm effing blogging." Parentals. [shakes head ruefully].
You ask me, "HOW WAS THE TIMMY TEST??" I say, "Twas okay. Did you get 4 for the last scratch paper problem involving 99, 1, and 100?" Yeah, it was pretty straightforward and all.
My thoughts are uncommonly disconnected. Actually, all I can think about is: Kona Cotton by Robert Kaufman, mukluks, and people in my dreams. I love love love the fact that Kona comes in soooo many different colors. It's absolutely beautiful. Solid is the way to go. LARLARLARLARLARLARLARLAR. See, I try to keep this blog as focused as possible. Well, as possible as my randomousity lets me. LAR. Omg we need Kona pictures!
221 colors to effing choose from!!
The 42 new color jelly roll set. LooooOve. It's so purty. I know I will buy it someday and stare at it for days. It will hold a place of honor next to my Domo and my Beanie Babies. I will dance with it in the backyard on the eve of a full moon. The happiness that continues to elude me will finally be in my possession, and I can get rid of this nefarious hot dog aftertaste. Do you know how many suicidal, dung-mucking cows died and were shipped thousands of miles just to make that one hot dog from Costco? I'm pretty sure it's a large number. That's BAD.
Cows need to be milked, or else their udders will get backed up and then 'splode. That is gross. MILK THE DARN COW. No more thoughts about a happy, vegetarian Eden where all the farm animals run free. They will be eaten by their carnivorous bethren, not to mention terrorized by navy squirrels.
I have like, some potbelly thing that I NEED TO GET RID OF because it hinders my diaphragm and you know the consequences are disastrous in these types of scenarios. Thank goodness we're running on Saturday, I need a good dosing of negative calories. Oooooh, pretty colors. I always have to think of a different story for EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM, but then I kind of get stuck at the first one. I mean, I can think of billions of things where they're a long list of related articles (i.e. the 500 pencil project), and I attempt to write a bit of brilliance for each and every one and don't go anywhere. It's kind of sad, because I'd like to be someone who can finish things.
Also, ayumills.blogspot.com is probably too busy to blog, but I wish she would. I do dearly love her work.
What I'm reading: Daughter of the Flames by Zoe Marriott What I'm feeling: RRrrrr? LARLARLAR.
An interesting thought: I had an increased spike of unexpected jealousy while I dreamed last night. Not too sure about the details why, but I can tell you it wasn't because Kevin refused to share his milk tea with me on account of my un-"Chu"-ness. It's werid because I haven't felt... well, jealously like that in a long time. Not sure if I ever had. Mysterious mysterious.
On the other hand, I'm ecstatical because I found out that IKEA sells awesome Swedish fabrics at affordable prices. Unfortunately, they're probably all interior fabrics, but hey, they'd make nice totes or messengers or something. When I actually get to making things like that, at least. Sometimes I'm really discouraged by my own lack of initiative. I have these really awesome ideas (including, but not limited to: Pikachu-style woolen button up coats, duct tape bows, patchwork linen totes, and impossibly good brownies), but I never get around to them. I think I live in the moment too much-- I can't think too far outside this week, or today, or this moment. Sure, I'll have long term goals, but they always aren't the things that I really want to do. Matsrugwerbodasfkd. At least I'll always have McDonalds to fall back to, in case I can't ever finish sewing that goddamn riceball fleece hat.
Valentine's day is about DESIRE (you are my fi-ire...). It's also Singles Awareness Day (go singles! especially Kraft Singles! Jk lol). Anyway, I am suddenly reminded of my OWN DESIRES. What are they, you ask? I AM PINING AND WASTING MY LIFE AWAY LONGING FOR... THIS!
Also, you know how I was playing The World Ends With You on my DS last trimester? And it was only for like, 3 days, and most of you criticized me for being "obsessed" which is impossible as I have already stated above? Well, I'm a complete sucker for those lovely little pins, and the only place that actually sold them were these dedicated little Ebay people. And now, a whole set of the them lurvely things has surfaced, with lots of bonus items. But there's a catch: it's $199 (holy shit), and there's only 2 more sets of them with the bonus items left. Now, if you're Asian like me, you can understand my dilemma. A) $199 is a lot of moolah, and B) I WANT THOSE GODDAMN BONUS ITEMS WITHOUT THE ADDED PRICE. We'll see what happens. http://cgi.ebay.com/The-world-ends-with-you-TWEWY-Pins-Buttons-305-pack_W0QQitemZ140377787431QQcmdZViewItemQQptZLH_DefaultDomain_2?hash=item20af2b0c27#ht_3816wt_1165
Peace.
What I've finished reading: Rumors by Anna Godberson
We don't seem to have much of a future, do we? Well, not I, at least. For the parents, it's like, "Good college or bust!" Somehow, if I don't manage to get into Berkeley or Harvard or Stanford I'm going to find myself with five kids and a job at McD's. Great attitude, parentals. Just what I need to push myself to reach for the stars. I mean, it's seriously never too late for one to pull oneself together and try to attain a goal. Whoever thinks otherwise has either very little imagination or doesn't eat enough happy pills to get them through the daily grind. Also, the rental units somehow can't get their minds around the fact that THERE ARE MORE THAN 5 AVAILABLE JOBS OUT THERE (including but not limited to: a doctor, lawyer, engineer, teacher, or McDonalds worker). I was brainwashed from an early age (and I mean early, say, one or two?) to believe that a doctor (pediatrics, to be specific) was the way to go. In case being a pediatrician wasn't for me, hey-- surgeon, radiologist, or cardiologist. And then when I hit 13, I was like, "Hmm... I like science and business and writing yay, I have more options in life." Rents (or, Dad, to be specific): "HOLY CRAP JULIE NO WANT TO BE DOCTOR ANY MORE SHE HAS NO DEFINITIVE ROAD IN LIFE HORRORS ABOUND." No, Dad, I have a purpose in life. A higher purpose! MCDONALDS. Lol. Actually, McD's is eww and gross. They don't have cooks, they have microwave boys.
Oh god, I just searched "microwave boys" on Google to find an image and this news story about a nine year old boy who died by suffocating in a microwave during hide and seek popped up. [traumatized].
EXERCISE IS THE MEDICINE OF YOUTH. Like, having a totally good tennis lesson made me so much happier. I even could stand my dad's ramblings about futures on the car ride home (it always seems longer the way home). The whole time I noticed just how many Wushu/Kungfu places had popped up around town =_=. Also, the delightful Se-le-na has invited us to go running on Saturday to Rancho San Antonio, which I happily accept. I'm definitely going to invited Crispie, cuz we were talking about summer cross country conditioning. Which totally reminds me of that time I ran with Monta Vista during their conditioning and we rode there on bikes. The run was up McClellan to the hills, through McClellan Ranch Park, then up to Steven's Canyon Road all the way around Steven's Creek Resevoir, then back. Whew, and then we had to bike back home. All in a day's work.
What I'm reading: Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver (the very end where she talks about turkey sex which is disgusting!) What I'm listening to: Your Call by Secondhand Serenade
:DDD Okay, since I've managed to keep up a weeklong streak of blog postings (new record, every day a new post :O), I've decided to improve my blog a little! TIRED OF READING LINES OF TINY WORDS? Our visual brain is the most developed part of our mind, so we need more pictures! Also, I'm going to update my Wishlist and blog link list. Yay. Picture time :D, inspiration from xkcd
OMG I WAS SO SAD ABOUT THAT DDDD: . I loved Land Before Time. It was loads better than that stupid purple dinosaur clown.
Also, a heads up for my wishlist: for the summer food cookin' thing, I'd really like to try the recipes from here:
Alice Waters is that pro cooking lady at Berkeley who runs the restaurant Chez Panisse (I can never pronounce it right), which specializes in modern food and local flavors. It's simple, and I can get local ingredients every Saturday at the Farmers Market, plus the reviews say it's awesome, so LOVE.
Architectural Digest is just showing an affinity for pretty things...
Talk about living life at large-- who needs pool art? But it's one of the darn purtiest magazines out there, and hopefully I shall be inspi(red). Lol, sorry.
So yeah, not too much talking (I'm running out of time here, the Momster wants me to go to bed), but hey, more pictures. I don't think I'll be able to update the wishlist and blogslist, but if you want me to include your blog/website/useless Formspring please tell me via Facebook or Gmail or by commenting thanks bye.
What I'm reading: Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver, Rumors by Anna Godbersen (oops spelling?)
What I want to know: do you like the addition/notion of pictures in my blog?
Is Facebook trying to tell me something? [points at title] I feel... down. I mean, yeah, tomorrow's Monday, that can be a sore spot for people. Plus, this morning my dad was really pissed that I didn't plan a tennis session with Tiffany, so he was giving me hell about it and using all my "excuses" as attacking points and I was like "wtf how come I can't even get a word edgewise in my defense without having it fired back at me with flaming arrows???" So I plead the Fifth and didn't talk anymore. It doesn't really matter, anyhow. It's an eternal struggle. I am powerless against their chatterboxiness. You see where I got my talkative genes from? So I shut up, sit tight, and wait for the roses to bloom.
Let's go watch Dear John because Channing Tatum is hot. That's about it. I mean, I know it was written by Nicolas Sparks, author of The Notebook, but really, I read Dear John and it's nothing special. I mean, the plot is pretty good, but he makes it seem so... detached and not real. To idealistic in a way. The characters are too stiff, too polite. I saw a movie review on channel 7 and they agreed-- it was not lifelike enough. But hey, Twilight and New Moon weren't known for their cinematography or great acting. It was all about the hot guys. Twilight was pretty funny in a way that wasn't meant to be. Now Evonne is telling me that it's weird for her to hear me talk about hot guys, apparently because I look like a kid? Um... well, in my last post I was lamenting about getting old, but... excuse me, Evonne, I TUTOR you, and am about a head taller than you. Channing Tatum is hot, and that is that.
I got my hair cut! It used to be a terrible ordeal for me (I have some emotional attachments to my hair), but not this time. It's actually nicer to have a lighter head of hair. I was like "whoah, my head feels floaty." And anyways, after I showered with the really long hair there were always long, annoying strands that came out when I brushed it and were EVERYWHERE. My dad was disappointed when he saw it. I only got 2 inches off, and he wished I had gotten 4. I said that I didn't plan to get my pre-fourth grade Asian bob back. You won't be able to tell anything at school unless you're Shona, who plays with my hair, because it's always in a ponytail (duh).
What I'm reading: Animal, Vegetable, Miracle What I'm listening to: my dad yell at me for staying up late and on the computer, no less
There is nothing like being the pillar of goodness, the voice of authority, the mandate of morals. Actually, there is: cookies. But aside from cliche universal loves, people enjoy being in charge... unless you don't know what you're doing. Then you want to listen. When we aren't authority and we think we should be, we are loud in our protests and strong in our resistance. If you somehow can't get your mind around that, think about you (teenager?) versus your parents. It's not just a happy little debate, is it? Or really, aren't most of us humans revolting against our greatest mother? We don't even care if she's sending us warnings in hurricanes and earthquakes and disasters and death, we look the other way and get mad as a hatter. Anyway, the whole point of this authority thing is because I am volunteering at this place for autistic kids-- it's a Saturday, two hour thing. Most of them are pretty docile and willing, but some are like rabbits on crack (forgive me, I can find nothing else to compare it to). When you're handling them, you have to be friendly but firm. There can be no hesitation or leniency in your voice or face when you tell them to sit, stand, stop grabbing your arm, etc. They know if you're not sure, and they will take advantage of that. You gotta look them in square with the eye, all business and the like, and talk slow and steady. You must employ the same tactics when directing your own little bugger--- err, children.
Aughhhh... my father is getting a bit on my nerves. It's all because of grandpa (dad's side) and his stage III liver cancer. The whole family (my dad is one of 9 children) is in a frenzy, complete with random, all-day calls (which I suspect they all love). I mean, everyone loves family drama, and we haven't had one since my uncle cheate... umm... never mind. Also, my grandparents are very old (93 and 88), and of course, they're very frugal since they had to raise 9 effin' children through the Cultural Revolution, no doubt. So this funky combination has kind of make both of them a little... gaga, per se. Nutty as squirrel poo. I've always wanted to use that phrase. Not that I'm making fun of them. I expect that when I'm as old as them I'll be exactly the same. But this is making my dad very worried about what will happen when he get's older, so he keeps asking me where he will go, and stuff like that. And that makes ME think about what I'm gonna do when I get really old and I don't want to get old because hello, I like my brains. Maybe I should just die at an appropriately non-gaga age. My dad has also explained that nursing homes are like living in a rendezvous of death, cause all your neighbors drop dead one by one. Which leads me to believe that eventually they're either going to be living with my family or with hired help. I mean, of course I'd take them in, but I'd like to think that when I'm old, I'd still be feisty and independent and wouldn't want to rely on my own kids, but I'm only a teen. I have too much pride to let myself depend on them. Not so sure about my parents. My mom has made it pretty clear that I'm to stay near her for the rest of my life.
What I'm reading: Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver What I'm doing: planning stuff for robotics flag
The first time I saw that word, I was reminded of "flatulations." But it really means like, flogging and stuff, so it really doesn't have anything, MEANING-WISE, to do with flags. I have things to do with flags. For one, I have to make one for robotics. Basically on my own, because the sophomores are too "busy" to do anything (let's follow up with an enlightening chat between me and Evelyn:
and also you're a freshman. so you have a helluva more time than us.
yes.
See what I mean? Oh crap, why is the font smaller?
Back to normal. Well, not the font.
Ahhh, it was Times.
Yeah, so now I have to kind of finalize the flag, draw it, and sew it. Thank goodness I've got Winter Break to do it. Except Winter Break also means 4 hours of piano per day, but whatever. I was drawing a kind of fast template... it looked really cheesy. I mean, a flaming edge, with a gear in the middle, and CHS ROBOTICS on one side and 2417 on the other. Can we say Cheez-whiz? Lol, I also drew a flaming pretzel, complete with faux pearl salt bits. That one looked a little bit better. Then my dad (who I now suspect of passing down my creative genes) said that the gear looked horrible and advised me to tilt it and draw flaming wings from the sides. Which is perfect, since our theme was supposed to be fire and firebirds, and now we have wings :DDD. It's kind of like this: http://www.slingshot.co.uk/land/SS_portfolio/OW-wheel.jpg, 'cept with a gear. And fire. Whoah, I am really liking those wings.
I was also thinking of possible fonts for the words, but all my analog clock number/words looked kind of tiki after a while. And tiki is soooo 2006. Also, how do I draw an effing tilted sideways gear? Oh crap, now we have to use either silk screening or spray paint, and while I totally hate spray paint's messiness, silk screening is kind of foreign and I don't want to mess up augh this makes everything more complicated.
What I'm reading: Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver
What I'm listening to: chinese tv talk show in the background
In Lit class, we were reading To Kill a Mockingbird and talking about Social Expectations, like how Scout was supposed to be more girly and less tomboy, and how African Americans were subjected to racism. Blah blah blah. The book is good, the themes are clear, love the style, can we move on? Yeah, my Timmreck score came out and it was bad. 84 freaking percent. And that's from a curve up from 68%. Life just got a little D: -er. The thing is, I don't feel any guilt. The last few tests, I guess I was lazy during study and stuff, and yes, when I got bad on those, I felt guilty, but for this one I DID study alot and do lots of questions. Maybe this is just as good as it gets? At least, before I got back onto my hard-boiled-egg brain diet. You heard right. My mother, convinced that my mathy brainfarts were attributed to my lack of hard-boiled eggs (which I swore off after eighth grade, pleading disgustingness-- I mean, hard boiled and yam and porridge all mashed up don't mix), decided to give the eggs a comeback. It's been four days, and I feel smarter already. Did that sound sarcastic? I didn't really mean it to be so. I mean, I guess I can do the problems faster. Maybe it's a placebo effect, or maybe I'm just scared of my mom (Irene swears that she's really intense, and I was all like, "Yeah, I thought YOUR (Irene's) mom was intense, and then I saw my mom."). The Momster is freaky when it's about math. You know, I'd totally be in Geometry right now if it wasn't for her. After a disastrous fourth grade in which I turned in a half-assed, two-week late Missions report, she decided that my slacky, bookworming self had got to go. I think she was pissed that I didn't get into GATE in third grade, too. We started doing stuff from math textbooks, those GATE brain-immersion textbooks, all sorts of whatnot. I was kind of like "boundaries are lame, but I shall submit because if not I will suffer corporal punishment". So I was whipped into shape and she carried on till now. I'll always be more word/science/business/creativity oriented then math, but I'm not stupid (well, not totally), and I guess I can maintain a couple of decent A's in maths. I guess I'll just have to stick to the regimen and see where the tide takes me.
On the other hand, the business/creativity side of me is pointing at this: http://www.purlbee.com/rose-barrettes/
Cute felt rose barrettes :DDDD. It's almost Valentines, and they could be all the rage. WIN. Well, that is if I get around to actually making them. Whoah, it's like pitch black outside. Better get some piano in before the parental unit arrives.
What I'm reading: Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver What I'm listening to: The sound of the rain and wind
I've never been a big eater or anything, really, but I really like the idea of making it. It's just another one of my little idiosyncrasies, along with firm grapes, fleece hats, and intermittent knitting. Like, I remember back in fifth grade when I baked bread every week with Jennifer Pai. Those were some good days. Nowadays, it's more about my parents acting as both the breadwinners and bread bakers (so they don't have to win it anymore? fail.), mostly because I "don't have time." I'm serious, I have to do CM and study extra math because I'm having mental failure and volunteer and other high school whatnot. Anyway, it has long been brought to my attention that our food systems here in the US are srsly lacking in nutrition, sustainability, and bang for the buck. Since sixth grade, really, when I had to do that research report about organic foods (information was not abound at that time and place) with the once-quiet Danny (who is possibly gay?). And in seventh grade, we did a research project on Chew on This, and in eighth, when I became lactose intolerant and my dad became pissed because now there were two people in the family who needed the extremely expensive organic lactose-intolerant milk can you say all this in one breath and sing Single Ladies? Also, I'm reading the very interesting Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, by Barbara Kingsolver, which is all about eating good, local food. Our family is pretty good at that already: we buy from the Farmers Market every week, we loove organic foods, and we grow a lot of our own produce in our backyard. Look at us, already halfway home and kinda cute lookin (TIMMY).
Back to cooking. My dad is the cooker in the house (however, he can't make bread as good as the Momster), and he makes dinner every day on the day. Yeah, we don't eat out much, but that's okay because this isn't Shanghai or SF or NY and there are no really good places to eat, so we aren't missing out on much. Plus, my dad can whip up so many different dishes that we can't really complain. As you can see, we really like to cook, even going as far to make our bread and pasta from scratch. According to Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, their dinnertime is where the family gets together to make their own meals and sit down together to have family bonding. Okay, I don't exactly make the food with my parents, but that's because I'm doing homework. The point is: bonding. So I was thinking, why not have bonding times not only with your parents, but with your friends, at least once a week? I'm not talking girly beauty makeover sessions or guy videogame all-nighters (though the latter is pretty awesome), I'm talking cooking. Cooking is good! I don't think there's anything gender-specific about it-- everyone loves good food and having fun, and cooking is where both happens (unless you make a disaster, but then you get the added bonus of laughing your axe off). My idea was some kind of Friday night get-together where we pick a recipe and make it, using good, wholesome materials, then reap the benefits. It's a good skill to know, it helps form stronger bonds between friends, especially during high school, where your friends dictate about three quarters of your experience, and it's a good way to relax and hang out. Summers only, though, sorry D: . We could blog about it too, and it's a kind of cute addition to your college app, should we actually start the darn thing. But definitely no Julie and Julia-- Le Francais recipes are a bit on the cliche side, don't you think? Don't know about what book to use at the moment, but details can come later.
What do you think?
What I'm reading: Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver What I'm listening to: Glee songs :DDDD