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08.07.01 -- The Endless Monotony Gets Worse
Posted Aug 7, 2001
Actually, life would be so much easier if today's title were true. But noooooo, life doesn't like to work that way. I've got a pile of SAT II: Math IIc practice sheets towering fifty feet above me to tackle (hoo boy, THAT'LL hurt). Added to that, my wonderful Health-by-Correspondence class has finally hit the oodly-oodly-fun-fun-funnest section ever: DRUGS! YAAAAY! Drugs are bad, keeds! No do drugs or you turn out crackhead loser on the streets asking, "Spare a quarter, sir?!" And finally, to add insult to injury, I have to finish _Pride and Prejudice_ by the time school starts. HAH! HAHAHAHA! I haven't even finished the first page yet! Good God, I cannot stand this book! I've seen the Wishbone version. I've seen _Emma_. I want no more gooshy love stories. Period.
Sorry, Eggie needs her gripe time. Eggie is cranky. Crankycrankycranky. >_<
And cross country starts on August 20th. How am I going to get in shape? I don't wanna! The pain! I cannot stand the pain!
Speaking of pain...I don't wanna do that SAT II stuff! I've been studying for these freakystupid tests since last year! NOOOO MOOOOOORE! NOOOOOOOO MOOOOOOOOOOOORE!
*curls up into the fetal position and sucks her thumb*
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08.01.01
Posted Aug 2, 2001
Holy mother of all that is good and holy. >_< School starts MUCH too soon. And I gots "Comfort Eagle" by Cake stuck in my head right now, even though I don't know the words...
"Now, do you believe in the one true sign
The double-wide something in the boothills of your mind..."
Watched "Dangerous Liaisons" today. *sneefle* What a depressing story. They're not all supposed to die like that! *bawls* John Malkovich just about broke my heart at the end...yes, I know, he was a bad, bad, boy, but...but... *bawls*
But it's no wonder that Glenn Close got nominated (won?) an Oscar for her performance as Merteuil. Shee.
*sneefle*
Eggie needs to go recover now.
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07.26.01 -- Wacky Dreamtime, peeps.
Posted Jul 26, 2001
Okay, I don't know what it is, but lately I've been having the strangest dreams. Not your garden variety "Crap, I'm standing in the middle of school naked," although I dreamt about my French class awhile ago. Ironic...the first time I see Julian and Annie this summer, and it was in a dream.
As for this one, this dream was from two nights ago, but it was so bizarre that I still remember most of it. (Technically, it should be on my "weird dreams page," but I'm too lazy to go update my site right now).
[Artistic liberties have been taken, but the following events are as close to what they were in my dream]
It starts in my dojo, although there may have been some dreaming before this. I don't remember any of it, so this is the Official Start of Eveline's Freakyweird Dream. Right. I'm in the dojo. I'm practicing my weapons forms as I often do in reality, and watching the other students practice theirs. I see my friend Kara using weapons that, in retrospect, don't look at all familiar. They have a half-moon shaped blades, and Kara is jabbing, slicing, swinging them back and forth confidently, the way she always does. I identify them as kama in my dream. In reality, kama are basically hand-scythes; you use two silmultaneously. Kara finishes practicing, as does everybody else because class is over. For some reason, I stay in the dojo awhile longer. I worry that I'm keeping my parents waiting.
When I finally leave, it's a half hour or more later than I usually leave, although that is only comparatively speaking; time has no meaning when I dream. My entire family is in our minivan, and as we leave the parking lot, I see my friend Tim driving a Papa Murphy's pizza delivery car (Papa Murphy's does not deliver, by the by). I wave at him. I look out the window. We're driving in what appears to be rural Oregon, although it's nowhere I've ever seen. Large, green sprawling fields alternate with wooded areas. My dad wants to take a shortcut, so we do...in that he drives off the road, over a fence (with no apparent damage to our ten year old Toyota minivan), through a field, through another fence, through a wooded area, through another fence...and so on.
Of course, there's no way that The Long Arm of the Law will let us off the hook for such a heinous act, and eventually a police officer comes after us. My dad's not worried not worried in the least, but I am slightly alarmed. "Dad," I say tentatively, "You do know there's a cop after us."
"Yeah. He'll give up," is my dad's only response. Lo and behold! The police officer halts his pursuit and drives off.
There's not much driving left to do. We arrive in what looks like a seedy, run-down version of the Enchanted Forest (a cheapo amusement park in my area). The inhabitants are being subjugated by a dark-haired aristocrat. What am I doing here? It's downright unpleasant. I don't want to help these people, why are they drafting me into helping them gather food?
Come to think of it, this dark-haired aristocrat looks familiar. I can't quite place him...he's enigmatic and slightly evil in that way that makes young girls' hearts flutter with a forbidden yearning.
[Ooh, God, I love being cheesy. In any case, this part of my dream was fairly melodramatic anyway.]
I think I've upset him, helping his vassals. Oops. I'm in no mood to be captured or imprisoned. Of course, the most obvious course of action available to me at this point is...turning into a hawk. I take on its shape, at least in appearance only. I take wing, much to Mr. Tall Dark and Evil's chagrin. I know that his men will be following me, but at least my unexpected metamorphosis and escape will buy me some time.
I like flying. A lot. Why wasn't I a hawk before now? In any case, I have no time for regret -- Mr. Tall Dark and Evil is still in pursuit, goshdarnit! I spy my friend Sarah Jane sitting at a food vendor's booth, and I land...obviously she'll protect me. She needs a hawk, anyway. I perch next to her and pretend to be her hawk, doing my best to mimic the blank, predatory stare and jerky head movements of a mindless raptor.
Mr. Talldarkandevil arrives in the market place. He approaches Sarah Jane, stopping to admire me, her hawk. Pretty bird. He pets me. I jerk my head around periodically, doing my best not to look at him, not to focus my eyes on one object too long in a way that would distinguish me as human. I notice that I'm wearing a short pastel green dress with a line of tiny buttons down the back, despite my current hawk-shape. No, it doesn't look anything like a hospital gown. In fact, why didn't I wear a dress like this to my winter formal dance?
Mr. Talldarkandevil starts unbuttoning the back of my dress. Umm. He knows it's me, doesn't he? What do I do now? The cat'll be out of the bag if I react...but for the love of all that is good and holy, he's unbuttoning my dress! MY DRESS!
Thankfully, he stops before he undoes the sixth or seventh button down (they're very close together). He leans in and kisses the back of my neck. Ooh, he's real good, but I'm not that easily fooled. I ain't twitching, bub.
Before I completely blow it, Sarah Jane whispers that I can come away to her kingdom (of course she has a kingdom, don't you?). She whisks me off, and we arrive...but what's this? The kingdom consists of a dingy, dark, nasty motel room and a barren field/parking lot outside. I bet there's not even a Bible in the dresser drawer. Sarah Jane sadly explains that they've had some problems with radiation and nuclear experimentation lately. Well, that's a gyp. No matter, at least I'm not with Mr. Talldarkandevil any more. And I'm not a hawk any more.
And with that, I wake up.
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07.20.01
Posted Jul 20, 2001
Oh what fun it is to be me. 'Tis a Friday, and yea verily, I'll be out of this house soon, thank God. This cabin fever is starting to make me go funny in the head. Millennium hand and shrimp! Apocalypse pretty soon! Neeeeee! God knows what'll happen next; cannibalism and other disturbing pagan practices loom like nasty fluffy stormclouds on the distant horizon...
I realized today that I should probably update my webpage soon. Naaaaah. That requires effort. And motivation. Two things I do not currently possess.
I have decided that I hate summer. In Oregon at least. When I don't have a job. All I can do is irradiate my face in front my computer monitor, or stare out the window at the dark and dreary horizon...gazing over a chiaroscuro of housing developments and Beavertonites. All because I can't drive.
"But Eveline! Couldn't you get a job? And take the bus to get to work?"
Yeeeeeeaaah, shaddup, you. *squashes the angel on her shoulder* I could, technically, but I only have one more month of free time, and later in August I'll be visiting colleges. Big whoop.
Sigh. I suppose I should go practice the piano. Or do my health homework. Health homework...*shudder* is possibly the worst punishment you could give ANYONE. You want to drive your enemies loony? Insane? Stark raving mad? You want to smite these enemies in the most horrible of ways? Sure you do! Drop a load of health-by-correspondence homework assignements on their heads. Currently, I have to make an "information sheet" of contraception methods. I get to wite about condoms! The pill! The diaphragm! OH GOD! Will the fun never stop?!!!?!!!
Hey, here's an idea...
If you don't want to get pregnant...DON'T HAVE SEX!
Sounds like a surefire method to me. Unless you happen to be lucky enough to have an Immaculate Conception.
I've got more to write, but I am afraid that I must bid you all adieu.
*bows and disappears in a puff of smoke*
*cough*
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Stardate 07.17.01
Posted Jul 17, 2001
Okay, so I guess this isn't a true blog. I don't have friends listed down the side. I don't have info about me and whatnot. I don't write in it regularly. I guess I don't have the true spirit of a blogger. Sooooo I guess my H2G2 journal is exactly that...just...an online journal. Yes. Huzzah for State the Obvious Girl! *fanfare*
Enihoo...ordinarily, my life, as I've said, is a mind-numbingly boring, incredibly worthy-of-the-gnashing-of-teeth-ly featureless one. But today...today was special. ^_^ We finally got ourselves a grand piano! Yes, you see, I put my old upright under my pillow last night (how uncomfortable; I kept hitting diminished seventh chords), and this morning the Piano Fairy had brought me a shiny grand!
But seriously, it's a Kawai. It ain't no Steinway or Mason & Hamlin, but on the whole, it sounds beautimous, except for the higher notes, which sound a bit brassy. Nothing that a good tuning, or thwacking, won't fix. I expect this will make practicing a bit more bearable. Not that I actually will. Heh. ^.^;;
It's puuuurty. All shiny and lacquered. *gazes adoringly at her grand for awhile*
Well, moving on.
My life has since returned to its usual montony. How sad. I've finished The Sandman series by Neil Gaiman, at least. Well, "finished" meaning I've read parts I, VI, VII, VIII, IX, and X. Still have a decent sense of the story. I'll have to read it again just to get the full scope of it...this first reading was more of a hurried-I-don't-want-my-mom-to-catch-me-reading-these-books kind of reading. She dun like me to be wastin' mah time wit' comic books, nosir. Thus my lack of exposure to the world of graphic novels and manga, although I've clandestinely become addicted to Transmetropolitan by Warren Ellis and Inu-Yasha by Rumiko Takahashi over the past two years. Hmm, maybe that's what sets me apart from most bloggers...the ones I've seen so far all seem to be big Anime-buffs. Doi.
Hyuck, I gots karate classes tonight. We're having a Guest Sensei (*theme music plays*) tonight, so I'll actually have to wear a gi jacket. >_< I'm a brown belt and I don't even know how to put one on correctly, because in my dojo we're normally allowed to wear black t-shirts with the dojo logo on it. O.o;; Could be awhile before I get my black belt then...heh heh?
No more writing now. In all probability, if I continue I'll end up with a hormonally-driven gripe-o-rama about guys. And we wouldn't want that, now would we. That's for tomorrow.
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