I wrote a little in the "Roleplaying Blog" to your left.  It's not Roleplaying anymore, it's just me making fun of people.  Take a look, feel depressed.

It's all a great big jumble of things I just don't get.

The LITTLEST THINGS make me happy.  Going over a particularly large bump in a schoolbus makes me happy.  I can keep smiling off of something like that for ten minutes.  I have so many great little things that are always there for me.  And I never run out.

But the BIG THINGS are important, too.  And that's where I'm lacking.  I really could use something BIG, and GREAT.  Just because I think it's about time and I deserve it.  Sure would be cool.

Tuesdays are killers.  Real killers.  I sure hope it snows.

My day in a sentence: Raccoon roadkill munching over yellow bumps with Ricky Martin and the past subjunctive on a hyperbola-shaped mesa with hot springs that are rotated by an xy variable set involving mustard and rights of los homosexuales charged with electricity involving a Faraday Cage and a guy named Coulomb with my parents and Holden Caulfield.  And that sentence didn't even have  a verb. Boo-yah.

That whole HUM class worked me into a weird depressive funk.  It's not cool.  I SO would have badmouthed Stradlater.  For screwing around with the woman.

Amanda cheered me up, though.  She's a great bus-conversationalist.  Ask her what the phrase "CSI" means, and she'll hit me.

Tell me what I'm doing wrong.

In the words of Paul Valéry-
"God created man, and finding himself not sufficiently alone, gave him a female companion so that he might feel his solitude more acutely."

Or even Sigmund Freud-

Wow.  As it was brought up to me earlier today, this is actually the first anchor-day Monday we've had in quite some time.  And boy, it's safe to say I don't miss the feeling.

Here, without further adieu, is the link to download the excellent DOS EGA hit, "Hugo's House of Horrors."  An excellent puzzle-based graphical adventure, this game still hasn't lost its appeal to me and I can remember playing this sucker on my old 486.  What a game.  This is almost as classic as freaking "Jill of the Jungle."

Hugo's House of Horrors FREE Download

It's honestly worth downloading.  I don't lie.  I don't like.  And I sure as heck care for a chop.

I'm going to have a Lyric Contest here soon.  I have some music I need to put lyrics too but can't write them all too well.  So I'll stick up a synthed melody with maybe a basic chord or two stuck in - and if you give me good lyrics you win the prize!  $500 and joint naming rights.  That's right.

I want to start a band.  I don't know who I'd recruit, though.  Send me a tell.

SPANISH: Dra. liked the toffee (how embarassing).  Made 83/100 on the test, much better than I expected.   Jorge's great.  I want coffee flavored lollipops.

MATH: Wow, those guys were ready to lock and load as soon as we walked into the blasted room!  Berry and Eagen had all sorts of handouts to hand out and graphs to graph.  Lawdy!  I lost most of my pencaps in my delirium (although the quest to regain them was successful) and was able to plant a strawberry-flavored pencil in someone's backpack.

PHYSICS:  Wow x2!  And I thought I did well (comparatively) on the Spanish Subjunctive Test 'o Doom!  I actually pulled an 85% (my luck it'll be 85/200) on the Burning Cinder Midterm of Crimson Chaos Fire (kudos to you if you get that reference.)  Of course, I'm sure I was beaten out by practically everyone in my class, but screw it.

Two more things I was able to get done...

First of all, I ESCAPED the Crimson Room that Olivia trapped me in.

Then, I introduced her to HUGO's HOUSE OF HORRORS (link soon.)

Also working on another piano piece I'll have up momentarily.

Andy

It's no fair.  We should have tomorrow off.

Everything's been so weird and crazy.  I just wish I had what I wanted for once.  It makes me sad.

I need something to work towards.  I always start losing momentum about midyear, because everything worthwhile is so far away... When I have no obvious goal, nothing I can pour myself into, I do pretty lousy all around.

The things I want to pour myself into aren't empty.  Maybe?  Maybe not?  I don't know.

I need to pwn these next two quarters.  For my own sake.

Got a few goodies from maw for Valentine's day, sniff me if I'm close the next few days and see if I smell any nicer.  What else did I do...hmm... looking into a summer program at GMU sponsored by a Nobel Prize Winner that I'd be able to get into - a good teacher friend of mine is behind me all the way, and he carries a bunch of weight.

Nothing left to do in FFO.  Not enough time.  Not enough money.  Not enough drive.

Thanks to my VDAY stalker, whom I need to discover, for the goodies, you'll be seeing them soon.

More?  I don't know.  Took another practice SAT and beat my previous score by 140 points.  Should that be happening?

*shrugs*

Please? Lick?

Just when I thought things couldn't get any crazier, they did.  At least I'm over the first hump of the week.  Since I wasn't signed up for the AMC, I got to attend Dra. Konz's scary 'review-for-the-big-test' lesson, which was useful.  And then we had an insanely-enjoyable math class involving discussions of all sorts on art, philosophy, and music.  How exciting.  Of course, then I was dragged to the lunch meeting for our English presentation that at least two of us have been freaking out over for a good bit of time now.  So I lost lunch.  And had to head to Physics, where I got more crap scared out of me by the Colonel.  That man is downright unnerving, especially in regards to the Mega-Mega-Mutha Test scheduled Thursday.  I still don't know what velocity is.  I think I'm dead.

Then we actually HAD the presentations, shortly after an audlob escapade featuring little soccer balls and bathroom greetings and Gatorade caps that went awry (in front of Mr. Barry Potoker).  Despite a certain person's misgivings, *christinecough*, we did quite well, especially with the circumstances.  I always knew we could hold our own.  I'm pleased we managed a whole 13 minutes out of a 12 minute presentation.  Oh well.  Better over than under, my granny always tells me.  Not really, but that sounded more heartfelt.

Then I came back on the bus, hopped on the second one to get back home, and got off again, because a big crowd of people with signs were awaiting something at Robinson, the Middle School right next to my house.  I found out what the scoop was and with the help of Alex and her very friendly cell-phone, let my folks know.

Senator Kerry was coming to visit the polling station!  We waited for about an hour (I've never seen a serious politician before), got some pictures, etc..  I missed his arrival because my sister wanted to get her notebook from the car for her so he could sign it.  Well, luckily enough, we did.  Stick another tally under the "Signatures of Maybe-Famous People" mark, okay?  He struck me as a nice, down-to-earth guy who wasn't overly excited or loud or arrogant, just a decent guy.  I kind of liked that.  Since I'll be able to vote in the next election, these things are getting important!

I'll post a few pictures later.

I've had so much to do lately I haven't had a free second to do anything fun, really.  Besides trying to be there for people and trying to fight for myself.

So pardon with the sporadic posting.  I'm trying to get regular again.

I've been so swamped lately.  I'm so sorry I haven't updated this recently.  Since I devote most of my time during the weekends to working on FFXI, my weekdays are my prime opportunities to get in blog posting, and I barely have enough time for that.  I've been trying to keep up with BDI stalking, writing for FFO WarCry, crafting on Revelation, and more.  Geez.  Not to mention our debates today (which went very well), Plath plesenting Friday, and more.  And I have a midterm in math tomorrow.  Dios mio!

Geez.  Wish me luck, y'hear?

AAANDY.

There are few situations as deserving of the word "Glorious" as the five days of freedom we all were able to relax and enjoy.  Winter's my second favorite month for a reason, and a big part of that is that miraculously divine white stuff we native islanders refer to as "snow."

I don't even really think I did that much.  Exciting stuff, anyways.

Saturday we went down to Mathews, VA to look at some houses with waterfront Bay acreage.  It was a tad disturbing.  We met this scary preacher dude who took us around his cluttery house and answered the phone with a rousing cry of "Praise the Lord!"  If my memory was still serving me right, I'd tell you more.  Then we took a break with His Honorable Magistrate Bob Chmiel, this scary guy who's a good friend of my grandfather.  He was building a new room onto his already-huge house for four ferrets.  Creepy.  We looked at more houses, then came home.  Ate at a nice leetle restaurant called "Goodfellows" in Gloucester (sp?), and as always, I had a strawberry shake at Hornes.

The next few days were all blurry.  In fact, so blurry, I don't even remember what happened, besides the fact that I hung around and did stuff and played FFO and that sort of thing.  It was kind of exciting.  Had some MAD email correspondence with Strucky.

It was one of the MOST INCREDIBLE feelings I've ever felt, listening at 4:30 on the radio Wednesday morning.  We SO deserved a cancellation.  Glorious.  Glorious.  Glorious.

Working on a WARRIOR strategy guide for our ffo.warcry.com website, the BDI Valentine's Stalker Project, and more in the meantime.

TELL ME if you are any good at Flash.  I NEED SOMEONE GOOD AT FLASH.

Look to the yellow for a secret poetry message.