current mp3: all the things she said - tatu

Today was pretty good, I'd say. I woke up at five (urk) to get ready for the science test. It was really nice actually, since I had an extra half hour to relax in that I don't normally have. So, I go to school and get there at 7:30, ten minutes before we're supposed to. I wander around to waste time. Eh, kind of uninteresting. I saw Chris on the course of my wanderings, and if he recognizes me tomorrow in math, he'll probably think I'm a freak since I was probably looking at him with a really weird expression on my face. Since, I'm thinking, 'Heh heh, you have CSAPs.' But at the same time I'm trying to maintain a neutral expression since it's not very nice to walk the halls sneering at sophomores. Especially since, I'm at school, meaning I have no excuse to sneer anyways... So, that probably made me look odd. I don't know. Yeah, but... So I go in, and Joel's there, and then Nick comes and he's like 'Yeah, we came up with groups. I'm with Ivey, Joel's with Christine, Jessa's with Danny..." And then in comes Eric and he looks rather unwell. He's carting around a kleenex box and cough drops. And when he speaks his voice is all scratchy. Blech. Oh well, and then Chaffin and Christine and Ivey and Danny come. And we start the test, or whatever. The first part killed me, and me and Danny combined got only 8 questions correct out of the 20 we did. And of course we get to do 2 sections (instead of just 1) since we're supposedly smart calculus kids. Gah. Still, the questions were in a way interesting. I certainly know more about cheese making now than I ever thought I would. But anyway, the first section was multiple choice, and that really sucked. Especially since, for one of the 10-question sections, neither of us had any clue what the question was talking about. Grrr. We had to make a chart, and delete "dummy columns" (whatever those are) and then find the row optimal profit, or something, only to do that we had to find the difference between the greatest and second greatest unit value, or something, and it was just really horrible, because we're looking at the question and going, "What the ---- are they talking about!?" Yeah. But, on part one, after Mr. Fox had tallied up the right answers, turns out the senior team beat us by 15 points, or something. Kind of sad. Oh, well, they deserve to win, they're seniors, they should know more than we do. If they didn't beat us, that would be kind of sad... Then, um, part 2. Which is actually, apparently, the only thing that really counts since that's the part that's going to be sent in to nationals. And I think we actually did much much better on that. Ivey and Nick were kind enough to give us one of the problems they had done in the previous section and the bloody information for it was about 50 pages long. We're like, "Oh... THANKS" and they just cackled evilly. Well, Nick did. Ivey was ok about it. Eh, but, what we had was "coastal hazard mitigation" where you have to take all the factors of wind and topography and dead load and hydrostatic and hydrodynamic pressures to choose the site for a government research facility. And it really wasn't that bad. There were a few formulas, but with all the 50 pages of info we were eventually able to find everything we needed, and when we couldn't, the packet said we could approximate values. Yay! Really, of that long list of factors you need to take into account, there's only three categories. Wind pressure, water pressure, and dead load - which is the building materials at the top pressing down on the bottom of the building. Eh, but, we finished the whole problem by the end of the allotted time, which was good.

Anyways, afterwards Joel went home to do the homework he'd been procrastinating on. But the rest of us (minus Danny, who sneered at our fast food choice) went to Goodtimes for lunch. I still think I should have gotten custard, but oh well, too late now. But, sitting and eating lunch with Christine, Ivey, Nick, Chaffin, and Eric was really fun. Brought back memories of 9th grade (what with Eric and Nick being there) as well as earlier this year (Ivey and Chaffin) in addition to just being nice. Can't remember the last time I've eaten lunch with friends from school. *sigh* Stupid tok, I should have gone to it 8th. Still, having been to the 8th period class, don't know if that really would have been better... Eh, nevermind.

So, that part was fun. And really, although I should have spent the rest of the day doing homework, I really didn't have much faith in the capacities of my brain left over from the science test. So, I basically spent the rest of the afternoon watching love hina, playing dark cloud, and listening to music. I did attempt to work on my dossier... but then, I made the mistake of talking about it to my mom. And, although it's a good idea to talk to her about it since she knows what she's doing, the conversation we had completely fried my brain. And she of course points out all the problems I'll have with inputting information. My comp sci teacher, all cheerful, says that the hardest part will be performing calculations on the data. Uh uh, I don't think so. The hardest part will be INPUTTING THE BLOODY INFORMATION!!!! Ahem. Excuse me. But, seriously, inputting and interpreting input is going to be such a horrible pain in the butt it's not even funny. Aaaargh. Or, what I'll probably do is take the easy way out and make my program incredibly non-user friendly. But, I don't want that! User-friendliness is good! Deh.

But, two seemingly random thoughts (although every random thought has an explanation, you just don't know it): slinkies are cool but I think I've broken them all and headphones are cool but I always seem to break them. Wow. I need to get me some new headphones, since my current ones are officially broken. The right earpiece doesn't emit sound no matter how much you fiddle with the wire. Durnit. I really like these headphones. Ah, well, there are certain things I always break. Backpacks, watches, headphones, cd cases (but not cds, thankfully), blue jeans (if wearing them until some seam rips or the knees are in shreds counts as "breaking"), binders... I like to think that when I use an item a lot, I treasure it. And use is not very preserving for most objects, so eventually it will break. This assuages my guilt over having everything I use break within a year of my purchasing it. I've been really proud that my beatles watch hasn't broken, and that these headphones were listenable for so long. Technically, they still are, since the left headpiece works fine, but it gets a little annoying for one ear to receive all the sound while the other just sits all by its lonesome. Um, anyways...

My musical exploration has been weirding me out a little lately. I got enrique iglesias in the mail a couple days ago (or was it today? or maybe yesterday?), and that's really not the type of stuff I normally listen to. Yeesh. It's completely in spanish, though, so that makes me feel a little better about buying it. Perhaps I'll tell my spanish teacher... Nah.

So, the new music I've received in just the past month, pretty much, includes the techno cds I got from my uncle's collection, enrique iglesias, coldplay, dishwalla, radiohead, cure, sting, beastie boys, another beatles cd... I'd definitely say my musical horizons are expanding a bit. Especially from, say, middle school, when practically the only thing I listened to was the beatles and the oldies played on 105.1. Then came 93.3 and raiding my dad's music collection, then gorillaz, then blur, then belle and sebastian. And this was the first time in my life, pretty much, that I listened to stuff neither parent liked or even really could stand. Both mom and dad hated blur, and each could only really find one song they liked that blur had done. For my dad it was Song 2 (definitely on the side of mindless energetic rock-punk that he likes) and for my mom it was Tender (on the side of slow emotional pop-rock that she likes). And it was really nice to actually listen to stuff that I liked but my parents hated. It's nice to share stuff with the people you love, but when it's your parents you have to have some different tastes in order to gain any feeling of independence from them. Eh, well, anyway, I've been alternating between stealing my dad's cds (like good charlotte, weezer, garbage) and listening to "whiny boring girly music" like coldplay and matchbox 20 and blur and dishwalla that he can't stand. And being able to play songs to my mom and get her stamp of approval (like for coldplay and dishwalla) and at the same time be able to go off in my room and listen to beastie boys and blur and other stuff she thinks is horrid. And then the rare moments when I can play radiohead in the car and my mom and dad both go, "What, you like this song? Wow, I do too. How odd." Like for Creep by Radiohead. Which all three of us like....

Anyway, I'm babbling. Time for bed. Even though I'm going to be screwed on my world war one paper and my dossier, and I'm only halfway through AFTA and ASND, and I haven't done any spanish homework. Ah, the joys of not doing homework. Um, not really, since you suffer from guilt attacks and bad grades as a result of your laziness.