Today I found myself absentmindedly analyzing my English teachers, as if their lives were the plots of some twisted work of fiction.
And to think that this is what my superb education in English has done to me.
I need a hobby.
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I find it really funny that I haven't even begun applying to colleges yet, and I already have my first acceptance letter.
Clemson University has offered me "provisional acceptance for the fall 2008 term." Provided I apply online (they also waived the application fee), they will "send an official acceptance the week of February 15." Not tell me whether I got in. Send my acceptance.
That's what I get for applying to small, less-than-selective public universities.
Look forward to more fun stuff coming 12 September.
I miss my biology and chemistry classes. It almost makes me want junior year back.
Crazy Japanese kids (supposedly the best high school marching band show ever).
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Given the current state of flux, I'm having trouble filling out basic questions on my college applications. Who is my mother's employer, for example? I'll know by the time they get back to me, but I sure don't know now.
Speaking of applications, MIT sent me one today. I was pretty excited at first, as the University of Rochester is soon to be sending me a free application. However, I found that I, of course, have to pay to apply to MIT. Oh well.
I so hate consequences. And AP Government.
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Last first day of high school band camp. I'm not sure I'm ready for all these lasts.
Oh, wait. Yes, I am. No more band camp? What could be wrong with that?
Although today I found myself immensely happy just to be in the company of some of my banders again. And they'd just been gone over the summer.
Yes, that's right kids. I admit it. I will miss you all. Most of you, anyway.
As eager as I've been to get out of Milford for the past, well, nine years, I found myself the other day suddenly terrified of the inevitable and sweeping changes college will bring. That's normal though, I suppose. And not something I have to worry about for awhile.
Which reminds me! Most of my college apps go online at the end of July, and--let's see--that would be now, wouldn't it?
All I know at this point is that I have no choice but to make the most of my remaining time at home. Soon enough, I'll have to do my own laundry, wash my own dishes, and (gag) clean.
So viva la childhood! Slingshot, Millenium Force, and perhaps even Top Thrill Dragster, here I come!
Gosh, by the time I actually cast my ballot in this presidential election everyone's so crazy over, I'll already be settled back into the South.
Scary.
Oh, and yes. My name actually is "Steph, your brother is amazing!"
Happy Birthday, Harry!
You should be dead.
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There's been a lot of talk lately over whether Senator Hillary Clinton and Senator Barack Obama will eventually decide to run on the same ticket in the 2008 presidential election. If that happens, I can only hope that the United States is not nearly so reform-minded as the secular progressives have made us out to be. Somehow, I don't think the American people will elect both a woman and a black man to the two highest positions governing the free world.
In other news, Newt Gingrich, white male, is still unhappy with current Republican lineup. He is to announce whether he will enter the 2008 race this fall.
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Lately I've been asking myself why on Earth I like staying up all night.
Clearly, it's not for my health. It's not because I get busy doing other things, although I do tend to keep myself busy on YouTube or with a book. It's not because I can't sleep; I don't recall ever having insomnia in my life. At least, not in my own bed. And it's not because all my friends are doing it, quite the opposite in fact.
Of course, I do enjoy my time to myself. However, night is not the time to be both alone and happy. Any lyricist can tell you that night is, by far, the loneliest portion of the Earth's daily rotation. So why, every night following a decent amount of sleep the day before, do I insist on staying up until at least two or three in the morning?
Despite my love of driving without the glare of the Sun, despite my hatred of traffic, despite my glee that my Internet works best when no one else is online, and despite the fact that it's very easy to avoid talking to my family when I'm busy doing important things without seeming antisocial, I've decided that there's only one reasonable conclusion.
I actually enjoy feeling lonely.
It's the only logical explanation. Why else would I continue the inevitable midnight to one AM YouTube, one to three AM reading vigil?
That makes me really messed up.
In accordance with this realization, I am evidently dying for you all to stop calling, emailing, instant messaging, or otherwise contacting me in any way, even during daylight hours. That would explain my need to check my computer and email inbox for messages nearly every hour during the day, as well as the fact that my cell phone remains next to me most of the time. How could I have been so foolish?
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Senior pictures are good for the ego. As non-photogenic as I am, it was nice to, for once, have some photographer saying, "Oh, that looks so good!" or "That's cute..." for every pose.
And, I must admit, it was nice that a few of the 35 previews actually looked good.
How does one go about explaining comets to a kindergartener? I fear I got too technical, calling a comet "a ball of rock and ice with a tail that zooms around the solar system in an elliptical orbit." Granted, sound effects and hand motions helped, but I still don't think she really got it. Oh well. At least I was able to stop myself before I started raving about how Halley's comet only comes around every 76 years.Why 41 preschool/kindergarten kids (plus 60 others) were permitted to go crazy with a white T-shirt, fabric paint, and space-age stamps is still beyond me. But that could be because my mother and I were the ones who spent nearly two hours afterward cleaning up. But I did find it funny that, despite a host of fluorescent green Jupiters, sparkly blue stars, and bright orange comets, I overheard the following conversation multiple times over the course of the day:
Child 1: What color did you use last on this stamp? [holds up sun stamp]
Child 2: [clearly appalled that Child 1 even had to ask] Yellow... duh!
As if any other color would be acceptable for the sun, I suppose.
Whenever I get more than a moment or two to myself again, I'll put up some of the prom pictures I got from Leah. I know, it's been two months. Oh well. Give it two more months and you might see a senior picture or two.
Speaking of which, I found the music we should play at prom next year. Hip-hoppy and nonsensical, just like the stuff kids like now, but without being totally abhorrent and deplorable. And there's even some hardcore guitar in the chorus. yay!
And it's, very obviously, Christian. No one but Family Force 5 goes from "keeping it crunk" to "Oh my goodness, goodness."
Download the entire song (at good quality!) for free at freegotee.com. Legal and spyware-free!
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One year, several close calls, and more than seven thousand miles later, I (and my car) remain unscathed.
Well, except for that one time in the parking lot...
And that time with the fence...
And that time...
Just kidding.
My mother thought I was silly for refusing to drive for the last couple of days, in order to ensure that my year-long good driving record actually lasts a full year. I say a little superstition once in awhile never hurt anyone. Murphy's Law is alive and well.
No, that is not my car. Might as well be, though.
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"Abortion is advocated only by persons who have themselves been born"
~Ronald Reagan
"Only half of all people that go into abortion clinics come out alive"
~Author Unknown
"If you are pro choice please go to your mother tonight and thank her for being pro life"
~Author Unknown
"These concerns (for orphan children in India and elsewhere in the world) are very good, but often these same people are not concerned with the millions that are killed by the deliberate decision of their own mothers. And this is what is the greatest destroyer of peace today, Abortion...For the pregnant women who don't want their children, give them to me."
~Mother Teresa
"They [the women] are never allowed to look at the ultrasound because we knew that if they so much as heard the heart beat, they wouldn't want to have an abortion."
~Dr. Randall, abortion physician
"It is a poverty to decide that a child must die so that you may live as you wish"
~Mother TeresaAround 40 million babies have been aborted since Roe v. Wade, approximately 3600 per day in the United States.
That's an entire generation, destroyed simply because it was an inconvenience.22 January 1973
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